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Unwonted, shall admire,
Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
Unmindful! Hapless they,
To whom thou, untried, seem'st fair! Me, in
To the stern god of sea.
FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.
Brutus thus addresses Diana in the County of Leogecia. GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the deep; On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell What land, what seat of rest thou bidd'st me seek, What certain seat, where I may worship thee For aye, with temples vow'd and virgin quires.
To whom, sleeping before the altar, Diana answers in a vision the same night.
Brutus, far to the west, in the ocean wide,
Aн, Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,
'Gainst them that raised thee dost thou lift thy horn,
THEN pass'd he to a flowery mountain, green,
WHOм do we count a good man? Whom but he
THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men,
-Laughing, to teach the truth,
What hinders? As some teachers give to boys
-Joking decides great things,
Stronger and better, oft, than earnest can.
'Tis you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.
-Three can be slain
No sacrifice to God more acceptable,
(Done into verse 1653.)
BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and i' the way
Of sinners hath not stood,
Of scorners hath not sat.
and in the seat
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 watery 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. 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,
Nor sinners in the assembly of just men ;
And the way of bad men to ruin must.
(Done August 8, 1653.)-Terzette.
WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand,
Their twisted cords. He, who in heaven doth dwell, Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them: then, severe, Speak to them in his wrath, and, in his fell
And fierce ire, trouble them. But I, saith he,
I will declare, the Lord to me hath said,
The Heathen; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd,
Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low
And now be wise at length, ye kings averse,
Be taught, ye judges of the earth; with fear Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son, lest he appear In anger, and ye perish in the way;
If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere, Happy all those who have in him their stay.
(August 9, 1653.)—When he fled from Absalom.
LORD, how many are my foes!
How many those
That in arms against me rise!
That of my life distrustfully thus say:
The exalter of my head I count :
Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied,
I lay and slept; I waked again:
Was the Lord. Of many
The populous rout
I fear not, though, encamping round about,
They pitch against me their pavilions.
Rise, Lord; save me, my God; for thou
Hast smote, ere now,
On the cheek-bone, all my foes,
Of men abhorr'd
Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows.
(August 10, 1653.)
ANSWER me when I call,