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Taught ye by mere A. S.' and Rotherford 6
Men, whose life, learning, faith, and pure inten
Would have been held in high esteem with Pau

Must now be named and printed hereticks
By shallow Edwards and Scotch what d'ye call

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

That so the parliament
May, with their wholesome and preventive shear
Clip your phylacteries, though bauk your earsk,

And succour our just fear When they shall read this clearly in your charge New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ large!

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ministers and four lay-elders to represent them in a provincial ass
appeals from the parochial and classical presbyteries, &c. These or
tain the age of the piece before us, took place in 1646 and 1647.
P. i. p. 99, 150.-T. Warton,

i Taught ye by mere A.$.
The independents were now contending for toleration. In 1643
published a pamphlet with this title, “ An Apologeticall Narratie
formerly exiles in the Netherlands, now members of the Assembly
submitted to the honourable Houses of Parliament." This piece
A. S. the person intended by Milton.-T. Warton.

& Rotherford. Samuel Rutherford, or Rutherfoord, was one of the chief commissi Som and, who sat with the Assembly at Westminster, and who con grand prints of presbyterian discipline. He was professor of divinity i Andre's, and has left a great variety of Calvinistic tracts. He was the pependents, as appears from his “ Disputation on pretended I ING" It is hence casy to see, why Rotherford was an obnoxious "T. ARTON.

By shallor Edwards. In ma the “Gangrena" of Thomas Edwards that is here the obje wo. Newton and Mr. Thyer have supposed. Edwards h pivientit niet of independency, in two pamphlets full of miserable in * TEL.+ levelled against the “* Apologeticall Narration" abor

**** Answer to the Apologeticall Narration, &c., wherei Hvormes of these Times. By T. Edwards, minister of the g

at der "Gangrena,” not less than in these two tracts, it ha ste parents of presbyterian uniformity, that the parliame Xa:utes.-T. WARTON.

I And Scotch what d'ye call.
12-aisut, or George Gillespie, another Scotch minister
otsiaal commissioners at Westminster.-T. WAH

: Yur plots and packing, worse than those of Trent-
i Trent.-T. WARTON,
eng your phylacteries, though bauk your ears.
eur ears cry out that they need clipping, yet

twit with only clipping away your Jeu ***** watext is, " Check your insolence, w nik," is to spare.—T. WARTON.

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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.




Brutus thus addresses Diana in the country of Leogecia :
Goddess of shades, and huntress, who at will
Walk'st on the rowling 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!

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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.

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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 publick, may speak free;'
Which he who can and will deserves high praise :
Who neither can, nor will, may hold hispeace :
What can be juster in a state than this?

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.

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



Done into verse, 1653.
Bless's is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In coi sel of the wicked, and in 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 prosper all.
Not so the wicked; but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgement, 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

With 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



• Metrical psalmody was much cultivated in this age of fanaticism. Milton's father is a composer of some of the tunes in Ravenscroft's Psalms.-T. Warton.

" A literal version of the Psalms may boldly be asserted impracticable ; for, if it were not, a poet so as Milton would not, even in his earliest youth, have proved himself so very little of a formidable rival, as he has done, to Thomas Sternhold.” Mason's " Essays on English Church Music," 1795, p. 177. In the last of these translations, however, as Mr. Warton observes, are some very poetical expressions.—Todd.

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.

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PSALN TIL AUGUST 9, 1653.–When he fled from At
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;
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;

For my sustaina
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
Thy blessing on thy people flows.

PSALM IV. August 10, 1653.
Answer me when I call,
God of my righteousness ;
In straits, and in distress,
Thou didst me disenthrall
And set at large ; now spare,

Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer.
Great ones, how long will ye

b My sustain. The verb converted into a substantive.-TODD.

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