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Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, 5
Or man, or woman, Yet I argue not
Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer
The conscience, Friend, to have lost them overply'd
In liberty's defence, my noble task,
On his deceased WIFE *.
Methought I saw my late espoused saint
Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave,
Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint.'
Purification in the old Law did fave,
Full fight of her in Heav'n without restraint,
Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied fight
* This was his second wife, Catharine the daughter of Captain Woodcock of Hackney, who lived with him not above a year after their marriage, and died in childbed of a daughter.
So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O as to embrace me she inclin'd,
On occasion of the PLAGUE in LONDON. Found on a glass window at Chalfont, in Buckingham
fhire, where Milton resided during the continuance of that calamity.
[From Birch's Life.] Jair mirror of foul times; whose fragile sheen
Shall, as it blazeth, break; while Providence (Aye watching o'er his faints with eye unseen)
Spreads the red rod of angry pestilence;
To sweep the wicked and their counsels hence; $ Yea, all to break the pride of lustful kings,
Who heaven's lore reject for brutish sense ; As erst he scourg'd Jeilides' fin of yore,
For the fair Hittite, when, on seraph's wings, He sent him war, or plague, or famine fore.
PSA L M S.
PSALM I. Done into verse, 1653.
Blesd is the man who hath not walk daftray
P s A L. II. Done Aug. 8, 1653• Terzette. W
HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of th’earth up stand With power, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear ?
S 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 Heav'n 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 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 15 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 Earth's utmost bounds : them shalt thou bring full
Like to a potter's vessel Mhiver'd fo.
Be taught, ye Judges of the earth ; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son, left he appear 25
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!
many are my
Many are they
Thee through my story
head I count ;
Hast smote ere now