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But vow, though the cross doctors all stood hearers,
ON THE NEW FORCERS OF CONSCIENCE, UNDER THE LONG
BECAUSE you have thrown off your prelate lord,
And with stiff vows renounced his liturgy,
To seize the widow'd whore, Plurality, From them whose sin ye envied, not abhorr’d; Dare
ye for this adjure the civil sword To force our consciences that Christ set free,
And ride us with a classic hierarchy, Taught ye by mere A. S. and Rotherford ? Men whose life, learning, faith, and pure intent, Would have been held in high esteem with
Must now be named and printed heretics,
By shallow Edwards, and Scotch what d'ye call; But we do hope to find out all your tricks, Your plots and packing, worse than those of Trent,
That so the Parliament May, with their wholesome and preventive shears, Clip your phylacteries, though baulk your ears,
And succour our just fears, When they shall read this clearly in your charge, New Presbyter is but Old Priest writ large.
THE FIFTH ODE OF HORACE, LIB. I. What slender youth, bedew'd with liquid odours Courts thee on roses in some pleasant cave,
Pyrrha ? For whom bind'st thou
In wreaths thy golden hair,
Unwonted, shall admire,
Hopes thee, of flattering gales
[vow'd To whom thou, untried, seem'st fair! Me, in my Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH.
Brutus thus addresses Diana in the County of Leogecia. GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will Walk'st on the rolling spheres, and through the
deep; On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell What land, what seat of rest thou bidd'st me seek,
What certain seat, where I may worship thee
To whom, sleeping before the altar, Diana answers in a vision the
same night. Brutus, far to the west, in the ocean wide, Beyond the realm of Gaul, a land there lies, Sea-girt it lies, where giants dwelt of old; Now void, it fits thy people: thither bend Thy course; there shalt thou find a lasting seat; There to thy sons another Troy shall rise, And kings be born of thee, whose dreadful might Shall awe the world, and conquer nations bold.
Ah, Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
FOUNDED in chaste and humble poverty,
THEN pass'd he to a flowery mountain, green,
WHOM do we count a good man? Whom but he
This is true liberty, when freeborn men,
-Laughing, to teach the truth, What hinders ? As some teachers give to boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace.
-Joking decides great things, Stronger and better, oft, than earnest can.
'Tis you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.
There can be slain