Who judges in great suits and controversies, FROM EURIPIDES. THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men, FROM HORACE. / LAUGHING, to teach the truth, What hinders? As some teachers give to boys 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 SENECA. THERE can be slain No sacrifice to God more acceptable, PSALM S. PSALM I. (Done into verse 1653.) BLESS'D is the man who hath not walked astray Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat And in his law he studies day and night. PSALM II. (Done August 8, 1653.)—Terzette. WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations 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, I will declare, the Lord to me hath said, The Heathen; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd, And now be wise at length, ye kings averse, If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere. PSALM III. (August 9, 1653.)—When he fled from Absalom. LORD, how many are my foes! How many those That in arms against me rise! Many are they, That of my life distrustfully thus say: The exalter of my head I count: Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied, Was the Lord. Of many millions I fear not, though, encamping round about, 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. PSALM IV. (August 10, 1653.) ANSWER me when I call, Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer How long be thus foreborn 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 apart, The good and meek of heart (For whom to choose he knows); Jehovah from on high Will hear my voice, what time to him I cry. Be awed, and do not sin; Speak to your hearts alone, Upon your beds, each one, And be at peace within. Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that say, Who yet will shew us good? Talking like this world's brood; But, Lord, thus let me pray; On us lift up the light, Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright. Into my heart more joy And gladness thou hast put, Than when a year of glut Their stores doth over-cloy, And from their plenteous grounds With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep; |