But ye fhall die like men, and fall As other princes die. 8 Rife God, judge thou the earth in might, This wicked earth redress, For thou art he who fhalt by right Pfalm LXXXII. I BE not thou filent now at length, 2 For low thy furious foes now (well, And ftorm outrageously, And they that hate thee proud and fell 4 Come let us cut them off, say they, Till they no nation be, That Ifrael's name for ever may Be loft in memory. 5 For they confult with all their might, And all as one in mind Themfelves against thee they unite, 6 The tents of Edom, and the brood Moab, with them of Ilagar's blood, That in the defert dwell. 7 Gebal and Ammon there confpire, The Philistines, and they of Tyre, 9 Do to them as to Midian bold, That wafted all the coaft, To Sifera, and, as is told, When at the brook of Kithon old 10 At Endor quite cut off, and roll'd As dung upon the plain. II As Zeb and Oreb evil fped, So let their princes speed, As Zeba and Zalmunna bled, So let their princes bleed. 12 For they, ami ft their pride, have faid, By right now thall we feize God's houfes, and will noro invade 13 My God, oh make them as a wheel, No quiet let them fint, Giddy and reflefs let them reel Like ftubble from the wind. 14 As when an aged wood takes fire, Which on a Sudden frays, The greedy flames run higher and higher, Tid all the mountains blaze. I How lovely are thy dwellings fair Where thou dost dzell so near ! 3 There ev'n the fparrow freed from wrong Hath built her brooding neft; Ev'n by thy altars, Lord of Hofts, 5 Happy, who in thee doth bide, And in their hearts thy ways. 6 They pais'd through Baca's thirfly vale, That dry and barren ground, As through a fruitful wat'ry dale Where fprings and fhowers abound. 7 They journey on from ftrength to ftrength, With joy and gladness cheer, Till all before cur God at length In Sion do appear. 8 Lord God of Hofts, hear now my pray'r, O Jacob's God, give ear, 9 Thou Cod our fhield, look on the face Of thine anointed dear. 10 For one day in thy courts to be Is better, and more bleft, Than in the joys of vanity A thoufand days at beft. I in the temple of my God Had rather keep a door, Than dwell in tents, and rich abode, II For God the Lord both fun and fhield No good from them fhall be with-held Whofe ways are just and right. 12 Lord God of Hofls, that reign'ft on bigk, That man is truly blest, Who only on thee doth rely, And in thee only rest. M From thy fierce wrath, which we had prov'd 4 God of our faving health and peace, Tow'rd us, and chide no more. 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend 6 Wilt thou not turn, and bear our voice That fo thy people may rejoice By thee preferv'd alive. 7 Caufe us to fee thy goodness, Lord, To us thy mercy fhew, Thy faving health to us afford, And life in us renewv. 8 And now what God the Lord will fpeak, I will go frait and hear; For to his people he speaks peace, To his dear faints he will freak peace, But let them never more. Return to folly, but furccafe To trefpafs as before. 9 Surely to fuch as do him fear Salvation is at hand, And glory fhall e'er long appear To dwell within our land. 10 Mercy and Truth that long were miss'd Now joyfully are met; Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kifs'd, II Truth from the earth, like to a flower, 12 The Lord will alfo then bestow Our land fhall forth in plenty throw 13 Before him Righteoufnefs fhall go Then will he come, and not be flow, 2 Preferve my foul; for I have trod 3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee Thy fervant's foul; for, Lord, to thee 5 For thou art good; thou, Lord, art prone To pardon; thou to all Art full of mercy; thou alone, 7 I in the day of my distress 8 Like thee among the gods is none, Of all that other gods have done Like to thy glorious works. 9 The nations all whom thou haft made Shall come, and all feall frame To bow them low before thee, Lord, And glorify thy name. 10 For great thou art, and wond'rous great By thy trong hand are done; Thou in thy everlasting feat Remainef God alone. II Teach me, O Lord, hy way most right, I in thy trath will bide; To fear thy name my heart unite, So fall it never fide. 12 Thee will I praife, O Lord my God, Thee bonour and adore With my whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore. 13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me, From deepest darkness foul. 14 O God, the proud against me rife, And violent men are met To feek my life, and in their eyes No fear of thee have fet. 15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readieft thy grace to fhew, Slow to be angry, and art fiil'd Moft merciful, most true. 16 O turn to me thy face at length, And fave thy handmaid's fon. Pfalm LXXXVII. I AMONG the holy mountains high Is his foundation fast ; There feated in bis fan&uary," His temple there is plac'd. 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord oves more Than all the dwellings fair Of Jacob's land, though there be flore, And all within his care. 3 City of God, most glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke ; 4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings I mention Babel to my friends, And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends, 5 But twice that praife fall in our ar 6 The Lord fhall write it in a scroll That this man there was born. 7 Both they who fing and they who dance, With facred fongs are there, In thee free brooks, and foft ftreams glance, And all my fountains clear., Pfalm LXXXVIII. I LORD God thou dost me fave and keep, All day to thee I cry; And all night long before thee weep, Before thee profirate lie. 2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r With fighs devout afcend, And to my cries, that ceafelefs are, Thine ear with favour bend. 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store Surcharg'd my foul doth lie, My life at Death's uncheerful door 4 Reckon'd I am with them that pafs I am a man, but weak, alas! And for that name unfit. 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite Them from thy hand deliver'd o'cr Where thickeft darkness bovers round, In horrid deeps to mourn. 7 Thy wrath, from which no fhelter faves, Full fore doth prefs on me; Thou break'it upon me all thy waves, 8 Thou doft my friends from me cftrange, And mak'ft me odious; Mc to them odious; for they change, 9 Through forrow, and afflictions great, Mine eyes grow dim and dead; Lord, all the day I thee intreat, My hands to thee I fpread. 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead; Shall the deceas'd arife, And praise thee from their loathfome bed II Shall they thy loving kindness tell 12 In darknefs can thy mighty hand Of dark oblivion! 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, And up to thee my pray'r doth bie 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, I And hide thy face from me? 15 That am already bruis'd and fhake 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow 18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd, They fly me now whom I have lov'd, A Paraphrafe on Pfalm cxiv. This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old. WHEN the bleft feed of Terah's faithful fon Why turn'd Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains? Pfalm CXXXVI. LET us with a gladfome mind Praife the Lord; for he is kind; JOANNI MILTONI LONDINENSIS POEMATA. QUORUM PLERAQUE INTRA ANNUM AETATIS VIGESIMUM CONSCRIPSIT. HÆC quæ fequuntur de Authore teflimonia, tametfi ipfe intelligebit non tam de je quam fupra se esse dicta, eò quod præclaro ingenio viri, nec non amici ita ferè folent laudare, ut omnia fuis potius virtutibus, quam veritati congruentia nimis cupido affingant; noluit tamen borum egregiam in se valuntatem non esse notam ; cum alii prefertim ut id faceret magnopere fuaderunt. Dum enim nimiæ laudis invidiam totis ab fe viribus amolitur, fibique quod plus æquo eft non attributum esse mavult, judicium interim bominum cordatorum atque illuftrium quin fummo fibi bonori ducat, negare non poteft. Fero che il fuo valor l'umana eccede: Questa feconda fà produrre Eroi, Ch' hanno a ragion del fovruman tra noi. Alla virtù fbandita Danno ne i petti lor fido ricetto, Quella gli è fol gradita, Perche in lei fan trovar gioia, e dilleto; Ridillo tu, Giovanni, e mostra in tanto Spinfe Zeufi l' induftre ardente brama; Dalle più belle Idee traffe il più raro. Trae con induftria il fuo liquor pregiato E quanti vaghi fiori ornano il prato; Formano un dolce fuon diverfe Chorde, Milton dal Ciel natio per varie parti Le peregrine piante Volgefti a ricercar fcienze, ed arti; Del Gallo regnator vedefti i Regni, Sol-virtù rintracciando il tuo penfiero Chi di nobil valor calca il fentiero ; L'ottimo dal miglior dopo fcegliea On in lei del parlar Tofco apprefer l'arte, Il mondo fatta eterna in dotte carte, E parlafti con lor nell' opre loro. Per te il parlar confuse Giove in vano, |