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Miscellancous Poem and Translations.

ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE UNDER

THE LONG PARLIAMENT.

1

1647.
BECAUSE you have thrown off your prelate lord,

And with stiff vows renounced his liturgy,
To seize the widow'd whore Plurality

From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorr'd,
Dare

ye for this adjure the civil sword
To force our consciences that Christ set free,
And ride us with a classic hierarchy

Taught ye by mere A. S.? and Rotherford ?3
Men whose life, learning, faith, and pure

intent
Would have been held in high esteem with Paul,

Must now be named and printed heretics
By shallow Edwards 4 and Scotch what d'ye call: 5

But we do hope to find out all your tricks,
Your plots and packing worse than those of Trent,

That so the Parliament
May, with their wholesome and preventive shears,
Clip your phylacteries, though bauk your ears,"

And succour our just fears,
When they shall read this clearly in your charge,
New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ large. 8

1 In classes, or classical assemblies. The I resbyterians distributed London into twelve classcs; each chose two ministers and four lay elders to represent them in a Provincial Assembly.

2 Adam Stuart, a Polemical writer of the times, who answered the “Independents' Plea for Toleration."

6. Perhaps George Gillespie, a Scotch writer against the Independents. Milton hated the Scotch, and ridiculed their names.

6 The Council of Trent.

3 Samuel Rutherford, one of the Chief Commissioners of the Church of Scotland, and an avowed enemy to the Independents, Milton's sect.

4 Thomas Edwards, who wrote against the Independents,

7 Balk, or bauk, is to spare. meaning is, “ Your errors will be corrected, and your ears spared." readers will remember that the Star Chamber had inflicted the cruel punishment of loss of ears on Pryone.

8 More tyrannical than of old,

The

TRANSLATIONS.

THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I.

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What slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours,
Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,
Pyrrha ? For whom bind'st thou

In wreaths thy golden hair,
Plain in thy neatness ? O how oft shall he
On faith and changed Gods complain, and seas

Rough with black winds, and storms

Unwonted shall admire !
Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who always vacant, always amiable

Hopes thee, of flattering gales

Unmindful. Hapless they
To whom thou untried seem’st fair. Me, in my vow'd
Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung

My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern God of sea.

FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.?

Brutus thus addresses Diana in the country 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.

1 An ancient British historian and writer. He died 1154.

To whom, sleeping before the altar, Diana answers in a vision the same night:

BRUTUS, far to the west, in the ocean wide,
Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies,
Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old,
Now void, it fits thy people: thither bend
Thy course, there shalt thou find a lasting seat;
There to thy sons another Troy shall rise,
And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might
Shall awe the world, and conquer nations bold.

FROM DANTE.

Ay, Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
Not thy conversion, but those rich domains
That the first wealthy pope received of thee.

FROM DANTE.
FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,
'Gainst them that raised thee dost thou lift thy horn,
Impudent whore, where hast thou placed thy hope ?
In thy adulterers, or thy ill-got wealth ?
Another Constantine comes not in haste,

FROM ARIOSTO.

THEN past he to a flow'ry mountain green,
Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously :
This

was s the gift, if you the truth will have,
That Constantine to good Sylvester gave.

FROM HORACE.

WHOM do we count a good man? Whom but he
Who keeps the laws and statutes of the senate,
Who judges in great suits and controversies,
Whose witness and opinion wins the cause ?
But his own house, and the whole neighbourhood,
Sees his foul inside through his whited skin.

FROM HORACE.

All barbarous people and their princes too,
All purple tyrants honour you,

The very wandering Scythians do.
Support the pillar of the Roman state,
Lest all men be involved in one man's fate,

Continue us in wealth and state,
Let wars and tumults ever cease.

FROM HORACE.

The power that did create can change the scene
Of things, make mean of great, and great of mean:
The brightest glory can eclipse with might,
And place the most obscure in dazzling light.

FROM EURIPIDES.

This is true liberty, when freeborn men
Having to advise the public may speak free;
Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise :
Who neither can nor will, inay hold his peace,
What can be juster in a state than this ?

FROM HORACE.

LAUGHING, to teach the truth,
What hinders? As some teachers give to boys
Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace.

FROM HORACE.

JOKING decides great things. Stronger and better oft than earnest can.

FROM SOPHOCLES.

'TIS
you
that

say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.

FROM HOMER.

Glatcts, in Lycia we're adored as gods,
What makes 'twist us and others so great odds ?

FROM SENECA.

THERE can be slain
No sacrifice to God more acceptable,
Than an unjust and wicked king.

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