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To the Lord General FAIRFAX.
Fairfax, whofe name in arms through Europe rings,
Thy firm unfhaken virtue ever brings
Their Hydra heads, and the false North displays
O yet a nobler task awaits thy hand,
(For what can war, but endless war still breed?) 10 Till truth and right from violence be freed,
And public faith clear'd from the shameful brand
To the Lord General CROMWELL.
Cromwell, our chief of men, who through a cloud
Guided by faith and matchlefs fortitude,
To peace and truth thy glorious way haft plough'd,
And on the neck of crowned fortune proud
Haft rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursued, While Darwen stream with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field resounds thy praises loud,
And Worcester's laureat wreath.
Yet much remains
To conquer ftill; peace hath her victories
To Sir HENRY VANE the
Vane, young in years, but in fage counsel old,
Than whom a better fenator ne'er held
The helm of Rome, when gowns not arms repell'd' The fierce Epirot and the African bold,
Whether to fettle peace, or to unfold
The drift of hollow ftates hard to be spell'd
Then to advise how war may best upheld
In all her equipage: befides to know
Both fpiritual pow'r and civil, what each means, 10 What fevers each, thou haft learn'd, which few
have done :
The bounds of either fword to thee we owe :
On the late maffacre in Piemont.
Avenge, O Lord, thy flaughter'd faints, whofe bones
The vales redoubled to the hills, and they
To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow 10 O'er all th' Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple Tyrant; that from these may grow A hundred fold, who having learn'd thy way Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
On his blindness.
When I confider how my light is spent
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
To ferve therewith my Maker, and prefent
That murmur, foon replies, God doth not need
And poft o'er land and ocean without reft;
To Mr. LAWRENCE.
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous fon,
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
To CYRIAC SKINNER *.
Cyriac, whofe grandfire on the royal bench
And what the Swede intends, and what the French. To measure life learn thou betimes, and know
Toward folid good what leads the nearest way; 10 For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And difapproves that care, though wife in show: That with fuperfluous burden loads the day, And, when God fends a chearful hour, refrains.
To the fame.
Cyriac, this three years day these eyes, though clear,
* Son of William Skinner, Efq; and grandson of Sir Vincent Skinner; and his mother was Bridget, one of the daughters of the famous Sir Edward Coke Lord Chief Juftice of the King's Bench.