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Either man's work or his own gifts; who best 10
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him beft: his state Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed,
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son,
Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help waste a fullen day, what may be won From the hard seafon gaining ? time will run S
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire The frozen earth, and clothe in fresh attire The lilly' and rose, that neither sow'd nor spun. What neat repast hall 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 fpare To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
Cyriac, whose grandfire on the royal bench
Which others at their bar so often wrench ;
In mirth, that after no repenting draws ;
To measure life learn thou betimes, and know
Toward solid good what leads the neareft way; '10
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And disapproves
that care, though wife in how, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And when God sends a chearful hour, refrains.
Nor to their idle orbs doth fight appear
Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer
Theconfcience, Friend, to have left them overply'd
On his deceased WIFE.
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint.
Purification in the old Law did lave,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind :
Her face was veild, yet to my fancied fight ::
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person thin'd So clear, as in no face with more delight,
But O as to embrace me she inclin'd,
L M S.
Psalm I. Done into verse, 16539
Less’d is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and i'th'way
stand With pow'r, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear ?
5 Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Their twisted cords : Hewho in Heav'n doth dwell
Shall laugh, the Lord ihall seoff them, then fevere
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel)
I will declare; the Lord to me hath said
As thy possession I on thee beltow
Th' Heathen, and as thy conquest to be fway'd Earth's utmoft bounds: them shalt thou bring fulllow
With iron scepter bruis'd, and them difperfe. 20
Like to a potter's vefsel shiver'd so.
Be taught ye Judges of the earth, with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse
In anger and ye perish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere.
ORD how many are my foes !
How many thofe
Many are they
life distrustfully thus say,
Thee through my story
head I count;
Halt smote ere now
Of men abhiprr’d
PsAL, IV, Aug. 10. 1653.
NSWER me when I call,
God of my righteousness,
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chofe, Chose to himself apart, The good and meek of heart (For whom to choose he knows)