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ETHOUGHT I saw my late espoused Saint

Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Joves great Son to her glad Husband gave,

Rescu'd from death by force though pale and faint. Mine as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint,

Purification in the old Law did save,
And such, as yet once more I trust to have

Full fight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind :

Her face was vaild, yet to my fancied fight,

Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd So clear, as in no face with more delight.

But O as to embrace me she enclin'd
I wak’d, she fled, and day brought back my night.


PSAL. I. Done into Verse, 1653.


LESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd


In counsel of the wicked, and ith’ way Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat Of scorners hath not fate. But in the

great Jehovahs 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. Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand In judgment, or abide their tryal then, Nor sinners in th’assembly of just men. For the Lord knows th’upright way of the just, And the way of bad men to ruine must.



Done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzetti.


HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations

[earth upstand Muse a vain thing, the Kings of th’ With power, and Princes in their Congrega

tions Lay deep their plots together through each Land,

Against the Lord and his Messiah dear.

Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, 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 faith hee

Anointed have my King (though ye rebell) On Sion my holi' hill. A firm decree

I will declare; the Lord to me hath say'd

Thou art my Son I have begotten thee This day; ask of me, and the grant is made ;

As thy poffeffion I on thee bestow

Th’Heathen, and as thy conquest to be sway'd Earths utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full

low With Iron Scepter bruis’d, and them disperse

Like to a potters vessel Thiver'd so.
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 least he

appear In anger and ye perish in the way

If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere. Happy all those who have in him their stay.

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PSAL. III. Aug. 9. 1653.

When he fled from Absalom.
ORD how many are my foes

That in arms against me rise
Many are they
That of my life distrustfully thus say,
No help for him in God there lies.
But thou Lord art my shield my glory,

Thee through my story
Th' exalter of my head I count

Aloud I cry'd
Unto Jehovah, he full soon reply'd
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and Nept, I wak'd again,

For my sustain
Was the Lord. Of many millions

The populous rout
I fear not though incamping round about
They pitch against me their Pavillions.
Rise Lord, save me my God for thou

Hast smote ere now
On the cheek-bone all my foes,

Of men abhor'd
Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the
Thy blessing on thy people flows. [Lord;


PSAL. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.


NSWER me when I call

God of my righteousness

In straights and in distress
Thou didst me disinthrall
And set at large; now spare,

Now pity me, and hear my earnest prai'r.
Great ones how long will ye
My glory have in scorn
How long be thus forborn
Still to love vanity,
To love, to seek, to prize

Things false and vain and nothing else but lies?
Yet know the Lord hath chose
Chose to himself a part
The good and meek of heart
(For whom to chuse he knows)
Jehovah from on high

Will hear my voyce what time to him I crie.
Be aw'd, and do not fin,
Speak to your hearts alone,
Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within. .
Offer the offerings just

Of righteousness and in Jehovah trust.
Many there be that say
Who yet will shew us good ?
Talking like this worlds brood;
But Lord, thus let me pray,


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