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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.
Than whom a better senator ne'er held
The fierce Epirot and the African bold,
The drift of hollow states hard to be spellid, Than to advise how war may best upheld Move by her two main nerves, iron and gold, In all her equipage: besides to know
9 Both spiritual pow'r and civil, what each means, What severs each, thou hast learn’d, which few have Thebounds of eithersword to theewe owe: (done: Therefore on thy firm hand religion leans In peace, and reckons thee her eldest son.
Lie scatter'd on the Alpine mountains cold;
When all our fathers worshipt stocks and stones,
Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold
O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth fway
A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way.
On his BLINDNESS.
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent
My true account, lest he returning chide; ·
I fondly ask : But patience to prevent
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him beft: his state
Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Help waste a fullen day, what may be won . From the hard season gaining? time will run 5
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The lilly’and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. What neat repaft shall feast us, light and choice, Of Attic taste, with wine, whence we may rise 10
To hear the lute well touch’d, or artful voice Warble immortal notes and Tuscan air?
He who of those delights can judge, and spare
Of British Themis, with no mean applause
Which others at their bar so often wrench;
In mirth, that after no repenting draws;
And what the Swede intends, and what the French. To measure life learn thou betimes, and know 9
Toward solid good what leads the nearest way;
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show,
That with superfluous burden loads the day,
To the same. Cyriac, this three years day these eyes, though clear,
To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light their seeing have forgot, Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star throughout the year, 5
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Against Heav’n’s hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask?
The conscience, Friend, to’have lost them over
In liberty's defence, my noble task, ply'd Of which all Europe talks from side to side. (mask
This thought might lead me thro’the world's vain Content though blind, had I no better guide.
On his deceased WIFE. Methought I saw my late espoused saint
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave, Rescued from death by force, tho' pale and faint. Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint 5
Purification in the old Law did save,
Full sight of her in Heav'n without restraint,
Her face was veil’d, yet to my fancied sight 10
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin’d So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O as to embrace me she inclin’d, I wak’d, she fled, and day brought back my night.
P Less’d is the man who hath not walk'd astray D In counsel of the wicked, and i'th’way Of finners hath not stood, and in the seat Of scorners hath not sat. But in the great Jehovah's law is ever his delight, And in his law he studies day and night. He shall be as a tree which planted grows By watry streams, and in his season knows To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall, And what he takes in hand shall prosper all. 10 Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand In judgment, or abide their trial then,