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Of fun, 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 talk, Of which all Europe talks from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's
vain mark Content though blind, had I no better guide.
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. : Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taints
Purification in the old Law did save,
Her face was veild, yet to my fancied tight
* 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 child. bed of a daughter.
So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O as to embrace me lhe inclin'd,
On occasion of the PLAGUE in LONDON. Found on a glass window at Chalfont, in Buckingham
thire, where Milton resided during the continuance of that calamity.
[From Birch's Life.] Fair 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 fweep the wicked and their counsels hence; 5 Yea, all to break the pride of lustful kings,
Who heaven's lore reject for brutish sense ; As erst he scourg'd Jeslides' 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.
B Lefs d is the man who hath not walk d aftray
PSAL. 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
PS A L. IV. Aug. 10, 1653.
God of my righteousness,
5 Now pity me, and hear my earnest
Things false and vain, and nothing elfe but lies?
Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
On us lift up the light,
the favor of thy count'nance bright. Into
heart more joy
Their stores doth over-cloy,
40 As in a rocky cell
Thou, Lord, alone in safety mak'ft me dwell.
PS AL. V. Aug. 12, 1653.
My meditation weigh,
In wickedness delight,