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Hated not learning worse than toad or asp,
On the same. I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a barbarous noise environs me Of owls and cuccoos, asses, apes and dogs: As when those hinds that were transform'd to frogs 5 Rail'd at Latona's twin-born progeny, Which after held the fun and moon in fee. But this is got by casting pearl to hogs; That bawl for freedom in their senseless mood, 9 And still revolt when truth would set them free. Licence they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wife and good; But from that mark how far they rove we fee For all this waste of wealth, and loss of blood.
XIII. To Mr. H. LA WES on his Airs. Harry, whose tuneful and well-measur'd song First taught our English music how to span Words with just note and accent, not to scan With Midas ears, committing short and long; Thy worth and skill exempts thee from the throng, With praise enough for envy to look wan; 6 To after age thou shalt be writ the man, That with smooth air couldst humour best our tongue. M m Thou
Thou honor'st verse, and verse must lend her wing
Dante shall give fame leave to set thee higher
On the religious memory of Mrs. CA T HA R INE THOMSON, my Christian friend, deceasd 16 Decem. 1646.
When faith and love, which parted from thee never,
Thy works and alms and all thy good endevor 5
Love led them on, and faith who knew them best Thy hand-maids,clad them o'er with purple beams And azure wings, that up they flew so drest, n
And spake the truth of thee on glorious themes Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee rest And drink thy fill of pure immortal streams.
to the Lord General FAIRFAX.
Fairfax, whose name in arms through Europe rings,
Thy firm unshaken virtue ever brings 5
Victory home, though new rebellions raise
O yet a nobler task awaits thy hand,
(For what can war, but endless war still breed ?) Till truth and right from violence be freed, 11
And public faith clear'd from the shameful brand Of public fraud. In vain doth valor bleed, While avarice and rapin share the land.
To the Lord General CROMWELL.
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
And on the neck of crowned fortune proud 5
And Worcester's laureat wreath. Yet much remains
M m 2 To To conquer still; peace hath her victories 10 No less renown'd than war: new foes arise Threatning to bind our souls with secular chains: Help us to save free conscience from the paw Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw.
To Sir HE WRY VA ME the younger.
Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old,
Whether to settle peace, or to unfold 5
The drift of hollow states hard to be spell'd, Than to advise how war may best upheld Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold,
In all her equipage: besides to know g
Both spiritual pow'r and civil, what each means,
On the late massacre in PIEMONT Avenge, O Lord, thy staughter'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 worfhipt stocks and stones, Forget not: in thy book record their groans 5 Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piemontefe that roll'd Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills, and they ToHeav'n. Their martyr'd blood and afhes sow 10 O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant; that from these may grow A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
On his B L IM D N E S S.
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
To serve therewith my Maker, and present 5
That murmur, soon replies, God doth not need
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed,