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6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Hath set me all forlorn, Where thickest darkness hovers round, In horrid deeps to mourn. 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, ull sore doth press on me; Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, And all thy waves break me.” 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And mak'st me odious, Me to them odious, for they change, And I here pent up thus. 9 Through sorrow, and affliction great, Mine eye grows dim and dead; Lord, all the day I thee entreat, My hands to thee I spread. 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead? Shall the deceased arise, And praise thee from their loathsome bc.? With pale and hollow eyes 2 11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell On whom the grave hath hold, Or they who in perdition duell, Thy faithfulness unfold 2 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Or wondrous acts be known 2 T;W. in the gloomy land dark oblivion ? 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, Ere yet my life be spent ; And up to thee my prayer doth hie, Each morn, and thee prevent. 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruised, and * shake With terror sent from thee?” Bruised and afflicted, and so low As ready to expire; While I thy terrors undergo, Astonished with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, Thy threatenings cut me through:
1 The Hebrew bears both. * Præ concussione. L I.
17 All day they round about me go,
A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV.
[This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at fiftet” years old.]
WHEN the blest seed of Terah's faithful son,
Oh, let us his praises tell,
Who with his miracles doth make
Who by his wisdom did create
Who did the solid earth ordain
To rise above the watery plain :
Who, by his all commanding might,
l)id fill the new-made world with light For his, &c.
And caused the golden-tresséd sun
The hornéd moon to shine by night,
Amongst her spangled sisters bright:
He, with his thunder-clasping hand,
Smote the first-born of Egypt land:
And in despite of Pharao fell,
The ruddy waves he cleft in twain
The floods stood still like walls of glass,
But full soon they did devour
In bloody battle he brought down
He foiled bold Seon and his host,
That ruled the Amorrean coast:
And large-limbed Og he did subdue,
With all his over-hardy crew:
And to his servant Israel,
He hath, with a piteous eye,
And freed us from the slavery
All living creatures he doth feed,
Let us therefore warble forth
Hæc quæ sequuntur de Authore testimonia, tametsi ipse intellige. bat non tam de se quam supra se esse dicta, eo quod præclaro ingenio viri, nec non amici ita ferè solent laudare, ut omnia suis potius virtutibus, quam veritati congruentia nimis cupidè affingant, moluit tamen horum egregiam in se voluntatem non esse notam ; cum alii præsertim ut id faceret magnopere suaderent. Dum enim nimiæ laudis invidiam totis ab se viribus amolitur, sibique quod plus æquo est non attributum esse mavult, judicium interim hominum cordatorum atque illustrium quin summo sibi honori ducat, negare non potest.
JOANNES BAPTISTA MANSUS, MARCHIO WILLENSIS,
JOANNEM MILTONIUM ANGLUM.
Græca nimirum, Latina, atque Hetrusca, Epigramma Joannis
CEDE Meles, cedat depressa Mincius urna;
At Thamesis victor cunctis ferat altior undas,