Pfalm LXXXV. I Tay land to favour graciously 2 Th' iniquity thou doft forgive 3 Thine anger all thou hadft remov'd, And calmly didit return From thy fierce wrath, which we had prov'd Far worse than fire to burn. 4 God of our faving health and peace, Thine indignation caufe to cease 5 Wilt thou be angry without end, Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend 6 Wilt thou not turn, and hear our voice That fo thy people may rejoice 7 Caufe us to fee thy goodness, Lord, Thy faving health to us afford, And life in us renew. 8 And now what God the Lord will speak, I will go ftrait and hear; For to his people he fpeaks peace, To his dear faints he will fpeak peace, But let them never more Return to folly, but farceafe 9 Surely to fuch as do him fear And glory fhall e'er long appear To dwell within our land. 10 Mercy and Truth that long were mifs'd Now joyfully are met; Sweet Peace and Righteoufnefs And band in band are fet. have kifs'd, 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, To them that on thee-call. 6 Unto my fupplication, Lord, 7 I in the day of my diftrefs 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 To bow them low before thee, Lord, 10 For great thou art, and wond'rous great Remaineft God alone. II Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right, I in thy truth will bide; To feer thy name my heart unite, So fhall 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 despeft 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 flil'd Moft merciful, most true. And be afham'd, because thou, Lord, Pfalm LXXXVII. 1 AMONG the holy mountains big Is his foundation faft; There fated in bis Jan&uary, Sion's fair gates the Lord oves more Of Jacob's land, though there be flore, And all within his care. 3 City of God, moft glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke; 4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings I mention Babel to my friends, But trvice that praife fall in our ar This, and this man was born in her, 6 The Lord fhall write it in a feroll Both they who fing and they who dance, With facred fongs are there, In thee freb brooks, and foft ftreams glance, And all my fountains clear. Pfalm LXXXVIII. I LORD God thou doft me fave and keep, All day to thee I cry; And all night long before thee weep, Before thee proflrate lie. Into thy prefence let my pray'r With fighs devout afcend, And to my cries, that ceafelefs are, 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store 4 Reckon'd I am with them that pafs I am a man, but weak, alas! And for that name unfit. 5 From life difcharg'd and parted quite Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Where thickest darkness bovers round, In horrid deeps to mourn. 7 Thy wrath, from which no fbelter faves, Thou break'ft upon me all thy waves, Thou dost my friends from me eftrange, Me to them odious; for they change, 9 Through forrow, and afflictions great, 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 darkness can thy mighty band Of dark oblivion! 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, E'er yet my life be spent, And up to thee my pray'r doth hie Each morn, and thee prevent, 14. Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, And hide thy face from me? 15 That am already bruis'd and shake 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow 18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd, And fever'd from me far: 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? Pfulm CXXXVI. Ler us with a gladfome mind Praife the Lord; for he is kind; JOANNI MILTONI LONDINENSIS POEMATA. QUORUM PLERAQUE INTRA ANNUM AETATIS VIGESIMUM CONSCRIPSIT. HEC quæ fequuntur de Authore teftimonia, tametfi ipfe intelligebit non tam de fe quam fupra fe effe dica, cà 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 fe valuntatem non effe 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 hominum cordatorum atque illuftrium quin fummo fibi bonori ducat, negare non poteft. Fero che il fuo valor l'umana eccede : Quefta 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 Con tua vera virtù, vero il mio Canto. 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 vedesti i Regni, Sol virtù rintracciando il tuo penfiero Chi di nobil valor calca il fentiero ; L'ottimo dal miglior dopo fceglica 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 confufe Giove in vano, Che Fer varie favelle Di fe fteffa trofeo cadde fu'l piano: Ch' Ode oltr' all Anglia il fuo piu degno Spagna, Francia, Toscana, e Grecia e Roma. Ch' occulta la natura e in cielo e in terra Troppo avaro tal'hor gli chiude, e ferra, Che s'opre degue di Poema o fto ria Se vuoi ch' ia dica del tuo dolce canto, Di farti.huomo celefte ottiene il vanto, In Tamigi il dirà che gl' e conceffo E ad amirar, non a lodarlo imparo ; JOANNI MILTONI LONDINENST. Juveni patria, virtutibus eximio. VIRO qui multa peregrinatione, ftudia cuncta or bis terrarum loca perfpexit, ut novus Ulyffes omnia ubique ab omnibus apprehenderet : Polyglotto, in cujus ore linguæ jam deperdita fic revivifcant, ut idiomata omnia fint in ejus laudibus infacunda: et jure ea percallet, ut admira-= iones et plafus populorum ab propria fapientia excitatos intelligat : Illi, cujus animi dotes corporisque fenfus ad admirationem commovent, et per ipfam motu cui que auferunt; cujus opera ad plaufus hortantur, fed venuftate vocem laudatoribus adimunt. Cui in memoria totus orbis; in intellectu fapientia; in voluntate ardor gloriæ; in ore eloquentia; harmonicos cæleftium fphærarum fonitus aftronomia duce audiente; characteres mirabilium naturæ per quos Dei magnitudo defcribitur magiftra philofophia legenti; antiquitatum latebras, vetuftatis excidia, eruditionis ambages, comite affidua antorum lectione, Exquirenti, reftaurenti, percurrenti. Illi in cujus virtutibus evulgandis ora Famæ non fufficiant, nec hominum ftupor in laudandis fatis eft, reverentiæ et amoris ergo hoc ejus meritis de bitum admirationis tributum offert Carolus Deodatus Patricius Florentinus, Tanto homini fervus, tantæ virtutis amator. |