1.8, 9. Cromwell die a lift, 5, 1658. XIII. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL. May 16, 1652. On the proposals of certain Ministers of the Committee for the Creston, CROMWELL, our chief of men, who through a cloud Not of war only, but detractions rude, To peace and truth thy glorious way hast plough'd, Hast rear'd God's trophies, and his work pursu'd; 5 $650. aug. 17,164 And Worcester's laureat wreath. Yet much remains . 5, 1656 To conquer still; Peace hath her victories No less renown'd than War; new foes arise, ΙΟ Help us to save free conscience from the pawhe Preety Of hireling wolves, whose gospel is their maw. XIV. TO SIR HENRY VANE THE YOUNGER. (1652?) VANE, young in years, but in sage counsel old, Than whom a better senator ne'er held The helm of Rome, when gowns, not arms, repell'd The drift of hollow states, hard to be spell'd; In all her equipage: besides, to know 5 Both spiritual power and civil, what each means, ΙΟ What severs each, thou hast learn'd, which few have done. The bounds of either sword to thee we owe: Therefore on thy firm hand Religion leans XV. ON HIS BLINDNESS. (1652?) WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest; 5 ΙΟ XVI. ON THE LATE MASSACRE IN PIEDMONT. (1655.) AVENGE, O Lord, thy slaughter'd saints, whose bones Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans I. 10- referring to the hooverb, "the blood of the martyre "The seed of the church" TO CYRIACK SKINNER. The vales redoubl'd to the hills, and they To Heav'n. Their martyr'd blood and ashes sow i.E the wire donoured XVII. 93 IO TO CYRIACK SKINNER, UPON HIS BLINDNESS. (1655?) CYRIACK, this three-years-day these eyes, though clear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year; Against Heav'ns hand or will, nor bate one jot 5 Conscious ---The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplï'd 10 ness Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through this world's vain mask, Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave, tuule Rescu'd from Death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washt from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have 5 Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: But O as to embrace me she inclin❜d, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night. IO 8 Te Wake of Lavy gave to the Van soir, his Protect aut subjecte in Piedmont, in Piedmont, the alternative of their country in of leaving tevenly daye Savoyar enforce the edict and carries fire aword in the valleye of Piedmont. |