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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 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,
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.
Ah, Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
Not thy conversion, but those rich domains
That the first wealthy pope received of thee!
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.
Then pass'd he to a flowery mountain, green,
Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously:
This was the gift, if you the truth will have,
That Constantine to good Sylvester gave.
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.
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, may hold his peace :
What can be juster in a state like this?
-Laughing, to teach the truth,
What hinders ? As some teachers give to boys
Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace.
-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,
Than an unjust and wicked king.
Bless's is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and i’ the way
Of sinners 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 watery streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall
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 ;
For the Lord knows the upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.
(Done August 8, 1653.)—Terzette.
Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand
power, and princes in their congregations 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, saith he,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel)
On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree
I will declare, the Lord to me hath said,
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; ask of me, and the grant is made :
As thy possession I on thee bestow
The Heathen ; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd, Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low
With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse,
Like to a potter's vessel, shiver'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, 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
How many those
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,
The exalter of my head I count:
Aloud I cried
Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied,
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept; I waked again :
Was the Lord. Of many millions
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.
Answer me when I call,
God of my righteousness;
In straits and in distress,
Thou didst me disenthral