That with smooth aire couldft humor beft our tongue. Thou honour'ft Verfe, and Verse must send her wing W XIV. HEN Faith and Love which parted from thee never, Had ripen'd thy just soul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didst resign this earthy load Of Death, call'd Life; which us from Life doth fever. Thy Works and Alms and all thy good Endeavour Staid not behind, nor in the grave were trod; But as Faith pointed with her golden rod, Follow'd thee up to joy and bliss for ever. Love led them on, and Faith who knew them best Thy hand-maids, clad them o're with purple beams 10 And azure wings, that up they flew so drest, And speak the truth of thee on glorious Theams Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams. XV. To my Lord Fairfax. FAIRFAX, whofe Name in Arms through Europe rings, And fills all Mouths with Envy or with Praise, And all her Jealous Monarchs with Amaze. And Rumours loud which daunt remotest Kings, Thy firm unshaken Valour ever brings Victory home, while new Rebellions raise Their Hydra-heads, and the false North displays Her broken League to Imp her Serpent Wings: O yet! a Nobler task awaits thy Hand, For what can War, but Acts of War still breed, Till injur'd Truth from Violence be freed; And publick Faith be refcu'd from the Brand Of publick Fraud; in vain doth Valour bleed, While Avarice and Rapine shares the Land. XVI. To Oliver Cromwell. ROMWELL our Chief of Men, that through CROMA Croud, a Not of War only, but distractions rude; Guided by Faith, and Matchless Fortitude: And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud And Dunbarfield refound thy Praises loud, And Worcester's Laureat Wreath; yet much remains To Conquer ftill; Peace hath her Victories 10 No less than those of War; new Foes arise Threatning to bind our Souls in fecular Chains, Help us to fave Free Confcience from the paw Of Hireling Wolves, whofe Gospel is their Maw. VANE XVII. To Sir Henry Vane. ANE, Young in years, but in Sage Councels old, Then whom a better Senator ne're held The Helm of Rome, when Gowns, not Arms, repell'd The fierce Epirote, and the African bold, Whether to settle Peace, or to unfold The Drift of hollow States, hard to be Spell'd; Then to advise how War may best be upheld, Mann'd by her Two main Nerves, Iron and Gold, In all her Equipage: Befides, to know Both Spiritual and Civil, what each means, What ferves each, thou haft learn'd, which few have done. The bounds of either Sword to thee we owe; Therefore on thy Right hand Religion leans, And reckons thee in chief her Eldest Son. XVIII. On the late Massacher in Piemont. A VENGE O Lord thy flaughter'd Saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold, Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old When all our Fathers worship't Stocks and Stones, Forget not in thy book record their groanes Who were thy Sheep and in their antient Fold Slayn by the bloody Piemontefe that roll'd Mother with Infant down the Rocks. Their moans The Vales redoubl'd to the Hills, and they To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow O're all th' Italian fields where still doth fway The triple Tyrant: that from these may grow A hunder'd-fold, who having learnt thy way Early may fly the Babylonian wo. W XIX. WHEN I confider how my light is spent, And that one Talent which is death to hide, bent To ferve therewith my Maker, and present That murmur, foon replies, God doth not need L XX. AWRENCE of vertuous Father vertuous Son, mire, Where shall we fometimes meet, and by the fire Help waft a fullen day; what may be won From the hard Seafon gaining: time will run On smoother, till Favonius re-infpire The frozen earth; and cloth in fresh attire The Lillie and Rose, that neither sow'd nor fpun. What neat repast shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attick taft, with Wine, whence we may rife To hear the Lute well toucht, or artfull voice Warble immortal Notes and Tuskan Ayre? He who of those delights can judge, and spare To interpose them oft, is not unwise. CTR XXI. YRIACK, whose Grandfire on the Royal Bench Of Brittish Themis, with no mean applause Pronounc't and in his volumes taught our Lawes, Which others at their Barr fo often wrench; |