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And you tame Slaves of the laborious Plow,
Your weary Knees to your Creator bow.
Majeftick Monarchs, Mortal Gods,
Whofe Power hath here no Periods;

May all Attempts against your Crown be vain,
But still remember by whofe Power you reign.
Let the wide World his Praises fing,
Where Tagus and Euphrates spring,

And from the Danube's frofty Banks, to thofe, Where from an unknown Head great Nilus flows. You that dispose of all our Lives,

Praise him from whom your Power derives.

Be true and juft like him, and fear his Word,
As much as Malefactors do your Sword.

Praise him old Monuments of Time,
O praise him in your youthful Prime.

Praise him fair Idols of our greedy Senfe,
Exalt his Name, fweet Age of Innocence:
Jehovah's Name fhall only laft,

When Heaven, Earth, and all is past.

Nothing, Great God, is to be found in Thee,
But unconceivable Eternity.

Exalt, O Jacob's Sacred Race,

The God of Gods, the God of Grace;

Who will above the Stars your Empire raife,
And with his Glory recompence your praife..




'LL fing of Heroes, and of Kings,
In mighty Numbers, mighty Things,
Begin, my Mufe, but lo the Strings
To my great Song rebellious prove;
The Strings will found of nought but Love,
I broke them all, and put on new;
'Tis this or nothing fure will do.
Thefe fure, faid I, will me obey;
Thefe fure Heroick Notes will play.
Straight I began with thund'ring Jove,
And all th'immortal Powers but Love.
Love fmil'd, and from my' enfeebled Lyre
Came gentle Ayres, fuch as infpire
Melting Love, foft Defire.
Farewel then Heroes, farewel Kings,
And mighty Numbers, mighty Things.
Love tunes my Heart just to my Strings.



A Mighty Pain to Love it is,

And 'tis a Pain that Pain to miss.
But of all Pain, the greatest Pain
It is to love, but love in vain..
Virtue now nor noble Blood,
Nor Wit by Love is understood.



Gold alone does Paffion move,
Gold monopolifes Love!

A Curfe on her and on the Man
Who this Traffick firft began!
A Curfe on him who found the Oar!
A Curfe on him who digg'd the Store !
A Curfe on him who did refine it!
A Curfe on him who first did coyn it!
A Curfe all Curfes elfe above
On him, who us'd it firft in Love!
Gold begets in Brethren Hate,
Gold in Families Debate;
Gold does Friendship feparate,
Gold does Civil Wars create,
These the smallest Harms of it!
Gold, alafs, does Love beget.




DEATH thou haft feen

In his firft Shape on Man; but many Shapes
Of Death, and many are the Ways that lead
To his grim Cave, all difmal; yet to Senfe
More terrible at th' entrance than within.
Some, as thou faw'ft, by violent Stroke fhall die,
By Fire, Flood, Famine, by Intemperance more
In Meats and Drinks,which on the Earth fhall bring
Difeafes dire, of which a monftrous Crew
Before thee fhall appear; that thou may'st know
What Mifery th' Inabstinence of Eve


Shall bring on Men. Immediately a Place
Before his Eyes appear'd, fad, noyfom, dark,
A Lazar-house it feem'd, wherein were laid.
Numbers of all difeas'd, all Maladies

Of ghaftly Spafm, or racking Torture, Qualms
Of Heart-fick Agony, all feverous kinds,
Convulfions, Epilepfies, fierce Catarrhs,
Inteftine Stone and Ulcer, Cholick Pangs,
Demoniack Phrenzie, moaping Melancholy,
And Moon-ftruck Madnefs, pining Atrophy,
Marafmus, and wide-wafting Peftilence,
Droplies, and Afthma's, and Joint-racking Rheums.
Dire was the toffing, deep the Groans, Despair
Tended the Sick bufieft from Couch to Couch;
And over them triumphant Death his Dart
Shook, but delay'd to ftrike, tho' oft invok'd
With Vows, as their chief Good, and final Hope.
Milton Paradife Loft. 1.XI.


Noah's ARK.

THen from the Mountain hewing Timber tall,
Began to build a Veffel of huge Bulk,
Meafur'd by Cubit, length and breadth, and height,
Smear'd round with Pitch, and in the Side a Door
Contriv'd, and of Provifions laid in large-
For Man and Beaft: When lo a Wonder strange!
Of every Beast and Bird, and Infect small
Came Sevens, and Pairs, and enter'd in, as taught
Their Order: Laft the Sire, and his three Sons
With their four Wives, and God made faft the Door.


The Deluge; or, Noah's Flood.

(Wings M Ean while the South Wind rofe, and with black Wide hovering, all the Clouds together drove From under Heav'n; the Hills to their fupply Vapour, and Exhalation dusk and moist, Sent up amain; and now the thicken'd Sky Like a dark Ceiling ftood; down rufh'd the Rain Impetuous, and continu'd till the Earth No more was feen; the floating Veffel fwum Up-lifted; and fecure with beaked Prow Rode tilting o'er the Waves, all Dwellings elfe Flood overwhelm'd, and them with all their Pomp Deep under Water rowl'd; Sea cover'd Sea, Sea without Shoar; and in their Palaces Where Luxury late reign'd: Sea-Monsters whelp'd And ftabl'd; of Mankind, fo numerous late, All left, in one fmall Bottom fwum imbark'd. Milton Paradife Lost, 1. XI.


The Poor Old Widow.

"Here liv'd, as Authors tell, in Days of yore,
A Widow fomewhat Old, and very Poor:
Deep in a Cell her Cottage lonely ftood,
Well thatch'd, and under covert of a Wood.
This Dowager, on whom my Tale I found,
Since laft fhe laid her Husband in the Ground,'
A fimple fober Life, in Patience led,
And had but just enough to buy her Bread :


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