did first devise With the mincing Dryades On the Lawns and on the Leas This second Song presents them to their Father and Mother Noble Lord and Lady bright I have brought ye new delight Here behold so goodly grown Three fair branches of your own Heav'n hath timely tri'd their youth Their faith their patience and their truth And sent them here through hard assays With a crown of deathless Praise To triumph in victorious dance O're sensual Folly and Intemperance The dances ended the Spirit Epiloguizes Spir. To the Ocean now I fly And those happy climes that ly Where day never shuts his eye Up in the broad fields of the sky There I suck the liquid air All amidst the Gardens fair Of Hesperus and his daughters three That sing about the golden tree Along the crisped shades and bowres Revels the spruce and jocond Spring The Graces and the rosie-boosom'd Howres Thither all their bounties bring That there eternal Summer dwels And West winds with musky wing About the cedar'n alleys fling Nard and Cassia's balmy smels Iris there with humid bow Waters the odorous banks that blow Flowers of more mingled hew Then her purfl'd scarf can shew And drenches with Elysian dew List mortals if your ears be true Beds of Hyacinth and Roses Where young Adonis oft reposes Waxing well of his deep wound In slumber soft and on the ground Sadly sits th' Assyrian Queen But far above in spangled sheen Celestial Cupid her fam'd Son advanc't Holds his dear Pysche sweet intranc't After her wandring labours long Till free consent the gods among Make her his eternal Bride And from her fair unspotted side Two blissful twins are to be born Youth and Joy so Jove hath sworn But now my task is smoothly don I can fly or I can run Quickly to the green earths end Where the bow'd welkin slow doth bend And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the Moon Mortals that would follow me Love vertue she alone is free She can teach ye how to clime Higher then the Spheary chime Or if Vertue feeble were Heav'n it self would stoop to her PSAL. I. Done into Verse 1653. BLess'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray In counsel of the wicked and i th' way Of sinners hath not stood and in the seat Of scorners hath not sate But in the great Jehovahs Law is ever his delight And in his Law he studies day and night He shall be as a tree which planted grows By watry streams and in his season knows To yield his fruit and his leaf shall not fall And what he takes in hand shall prosper all Not so the wicked but as chaff which fann'd The wind drives so the wicked shall not stand In judgment or abide their tryal then Nor sinners in th' assembly of just men For the Lord knows th' upright way of the just And the way of bad men to ruine must PSAL. II. Done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzetti WHy do the Gentiles tumult and the Nations muse a vain thing the Kings of th' earth upstand With power and Princes in their Congregations Lay deep their plots together through each Land Against the Lord and his Messiah dear Let us break off say they by strength of hand Their bonds and cast from us no more to wear Their twisted cords he who in Heaven doth dwell Shall laugh the Lord shall scoff them then severe Speak to them in his wrath and in his fell And fierce ire trouble them but I saith hee anointed have my King though ye rebell On Sion my holi ' hill A firm decree I will declare the Lord to me hath say'd Thou art my Son I have begotten thee This day ask of me and the grant is made As thy possession I on thee bestow Th' Heathen and as thy conquest to be sway'd Earths utmost bounds them shalt thou bring full low With Iron Scepter bruis'd and them disperse Like to a potters vessel shiver'd so And â—ow be wise at length ye Kings averse Be taught ye Judges of the earth with fear Jehovah serve and let your joy converse With trembling kiss the Son least he appear In anger and ye perish in the way If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere Happy all those who have in him their stay PSAL. 3. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from Absalom LOrd how many are my foes How many those That in arms against me rise Many are they That of my life distrustfully thus say No help for him in God there lies But thou Lord art my shield my glory Thee through my story Th' exalter of my head I count Aloud I cry'd Unto Jehovah he full soon reply'd And heard me from his holy mount I lay and slept I wak'd again For my sustain Was the Lord. Of many millions The populous rout I fear not though incamping round about They pitch against me their Pavillions Rise Lord save me my God for thou Hast smote ere now On the cheek-bone all my foes Of men abhor'd Hast broke the teeth This help was from the Lord Thy blessing on thy people flows PSAL. IV. Aug. 10. 1653. ANswer me when I call God of my righteousness In straights and in distress Thou didst me disinthrall And set at large now spare Now pity me and hear my earnest prai'â— Great ones how long will ye My glory have in scorn How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity To love to seek to prize Things false and vain and nothing else but lies Yet know the Lord hath chose Chose to himself a part The good and meek of heart For whom to chuse he knows Jehovah from on high Will hear my voyce what time to him I crie Be awâ—d and do not sin Speak to your hearts alone Upon your beds each one And be at peace within Offer the offerings just Of righteousness and in Jehovah trust Many there be that say Who yet will shew us good Talking like this worlds brood But Lord thus let me pray On us lift up the light Lift up the favour of thy count ' nance bright Into my heart more joy And gladness thou hast put Then when a year of glut Their stores doth over-cloy And from their plenteous grounds With vast increase their corn and wine abounds In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep For thou alone dost keep Me safe where ere I lie As in a rocky Cell Thou Lord alone in safety mak'st me dwell PSAL. V. Aug. 12. 1653. JEhovah to my words give ear My meditation waigh The voyce of my complaining hear My King and God for unto thee I pray Jehovah thou my early voyce Shalt in the morning hear i th' morning I to thee with choyce Will rank my Prayers and watch till thou appear For thou art not a God that takes In wickedness delight Evil with thee no biding makes Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight All workers of iniquity Thou hat'st and them unblest Thou wilt destroy
POEMS c. UPON Several Occasions BY Mr. JOHN MILTON Both ENGLISH and LATIN c. Composed at several times With a small Tractate of EDUCATION To Mr. HARTLIB LONDON Printed for Tho. Dring at the Blew Anchor next Mitre Court over against Fetter Lane in Fleet-street 1673. THE TABLE Of the English Poems ON the Morning of Christs Nativity Pag. 1 The Hymn 2 A Paraphrase on Psalm 114. 13 on Psalm 136. 14 On the Death of a fair Infant dying of a Cough 17 The Passion 21 On Time 24 Upon the Circumcision 25 At a Solemn Musick 26 An Epitaph on the Marchioness of Winchester 27 Song on May morning 31 On Shakespear 31 On the University Carrier who sickn'd in the time of his Vacancy being forbid to go to London by reason of the Plague 32 Another on the same 33 L'Allegro 35 Il Penseroso 41 Sonnets 49 To Mr. Henry Lawes on his Aires 57 On the late Massacre in Piemont 58 The fifth Ode of Horace Lib. 1. English'd 62 At a Vacation Exercise in the Colledge 64 On the new forcers of Conscience under the Long Parliament 69 Arcades Part of an Entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of Darby 70 1. Song 70 2. Song 74 3. Song 74 LYCIDAS In this Monody the Author bewailes a Learned Friend unfortunately drown'd in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas 1637. 75 A MASK 84 Song 94 Song 122 Song 126 Song 127 Psalm 1. done into Verse 1653. 130 Psalm 2. 131 Psalm 3. 132 Psalm 4. 133 Psalm 5. 135 Psalm 6. 137 Psalm 7. 138 Psalm 8. 141 Psalm 80. 143 Psalm 81. 146 Psalm 82. 149 Psalm 83. 151 Psalm 84. 154 Psalm 85. 156 Psalm 86. 158 Psalm 87. 161 Psalm 88. 162 THE TABLE Of the Latine Poems ELegia prima ad Carolum Diodatum Page 11 Elegia secunda in Obitum Praeconis Academici Cantabigiensis 15 Elegia tertia in Obitum Praesulis Wintoniensis 16 Elegia quarta ad Thomam Junium c. 19 Elegia quinta in adventum veris. 25 Elegia sixta ad Carolum Diodatum ruri Commorantem 31 Elegia septima 35 In proditionem Bombardicam 40 41 In Inventorem Bombardae 42 Ad Leonoram Romae Canentem 42 43 Apologus de Rustico Hero 44 Sylvarum Liber 45 In Quintum Novembris 47 In Obitum Praesulis Wintoniensis 57 Naturam non pati senium 60 De Idea Platonica Quemadmodum Aristoteles intellexit 63 Ad Patrem 64 Psalm C XIV 70 Philosophus ad Regem quendam qui eum ignotum insontem inter reos forte captum inscius damnaverat 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 haec subito misit 71 In Effigiei Ejus Sculptorem ibid. An Salsillum Poetam Romanum aegrotantem ib. Mansus 74 Epitaphium Damonis 80 Ad Joannem Rousium Oxoniensis Academiae Bibliothecarium 90 Of Education to Mr. Samuel Hartlib 94 ERRATA PAge 21. at the end of the Elegie should have come in the Verses at a Vacation Exercise which follow afterwards from pag. 64. to p. 68 p. 56. line 8. after is r. it ib. l. 9. for Colikto r. Colkitto p. 59 l. 4. for so r. sow p. 69. l. 17. for bank r. bank p. 90. l. 9. for Heccat ' r. Hecat ' p. 91. l. 19. leave out the Comma after May and for here r. hear p. 128. l. 3. leave out that In the second part p. 43. l. 1. for Canentam r. Canentem ibid. l. 4. for desipulisset r. desipuisset p. 49. l. 2. for Adamantius r. Adamantinus ibid. l. 9. for Notat r. Natat p. 52. l. 2. for Relliquas r. Relliquias p. 53. l. 17 18. a Comma after Manes none after Exululat Some other Errors and mispointings the Readers judgement may correct ON THE MORNING OF Christ's Nativity I. THis is the Month and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heav'ns eternal King Of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born Our great Redemption from above did bring For so the holy Sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release And with his Father work us a perpetual peace II. That glorious Form that Light unsufferable And that far-beaming blaze of Majesty Wherewith he wont at Heav'ns high Councel-Table To sit the midst of Trinal Unity He laid aside and here with us to be Forsook the Courts of everlasting Day And chose with us a darksom House of mortal Clay III. Say Heav'nly Muse shall not thy sacred vein Afford a Present to the Infant God Hast thou no verse no hymn or solemn strein To welcome him to this his new abode Now while the Heav'n by the Suns team untrod Hath took no print of the approaching light And and all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright IV. See how from far upon the Eastern rode The Star-led Wisards haste with odours sweet O run prevent them with thy humble ode And lay it lowly at his blessed feet Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet And joyn thy voice unto the Angel Quire From out his secret Altar toucht with hallow'd fire The Hymn I. IT was the Winter wilde While the Heav'n-born-childe All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies Nature in awe to him Had doff't her gawdy trim With her great Master so to sympathize It was no season then for her To wanton with the Sun her lusty Paramour II. Only with speeches fair She woo's the gentle Air To hide her guilty front with innocent Snow And on her naked shame Pollute with sinfull blame The Saintly Veil of Maiden white to throw Confounded that her Makers eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities III. But he her fears to cease Sent down the meek-ey'd Peace She crown'd with Olive green came softly sliding Down through the turning sphear His ready Harbinger With Turtle wing the amorous clouds dividing And waving wide her mirtle wand She strikes a universal Peace through Sea and Land IV. No War or Battels sound Was heard the World around The idle Spear and Shield were high up hung The hooked Chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood The Trumpet spake not to the armed throng And Kings sate still with awfull eye As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by V. But peacefull was the night Wherein the Prince of light His raign of peace upon the earth began The Winds with wonder whist Smoothly the waters kist Whispering new joyes to the milde Ocean Who now hath quite forgot to rave While Birds of Calm sit brooding on the charmed wave VI. The Stars with deep amaze Stand fixt in stedfast gaze Bending one way their pretious influence And will not take their flight For all the morning light Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence But in their glimmering Orbs did glow Untill their Lord himself bespake and bid them go VII And though the shady gloom Had given day her room The Sun himself with-held his wonted speed And hid his head for shame As his inferiour flame The new enlightn'd world no more should need He saw
that speak a ly The bloodi ' and guileful man God doth detest But I will in thy mercies dear Thy numerous mercies go Into thy house I in thy fear Will towards thy holy temple worship low Lord lead me in thy righteousness Lead me because of those That do observe If I transgress Set thy wayes right before where my step goes For in his faltring mouth unstable No word is firm or sooth Their inside troubles miserable An open grave their throat their tongue they s 〈…〉 God find them guilty let them fall By their own counsels quell'd Push them in their rebellions all Still on for against thee they have rebell'd Then all who trust in thee shall bring Their joy while thou from blame Defend'st them they shall ever sing d shall triumph in thee who love thy name For thou Jehovah wilt be found To bless the just man still As with a shield thou wilt surround Him with thy lasting favour and good wil PSAL. VI. Aug. 13. 1653. LOrd in thine anger do not reprehend me Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct Pity me Lord for I am much deject Am very weak and faint heal and amend me For all my bones that even with anguish ake Are troubled yea my soul is troubled sore And thou O Lord how long turn Lord restore My soul O save me for thy goodness sake For in death no remembrance is of thee Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise Wearied I am with sighing out my dayes Nightly my Couch I make a kind of Sea My Bed I water with my tears mine Eie Through grief consumes is waxen old and dark i th' mid'st of all mine enemies that mark Depart all ye that work iniquitie Depart from me for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard the Lord hath heard my prai'r My supplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own and have me in his keeping Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash't With much confusion then grow red with shame They shall return in hast the way they came And in a moment shall be quite abash't PSAL. VII Aug. 14. 1653. Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him LOrd my God to thee I flie Save me and secure me under Thy protection while I crie Least as a Lion and no wonder He hast to tear my Soul asunder Tearing and no rescue nigh Lord my God if I have thought Or done this if wickedness Be in my hands if I have wrought Ill to him that meant me peace Or to him have render'd less And not fre'd my foe for naught Let th' enemy pursue my soul And overtake it let him tread My life down to the earth and roul In the dust my glory dead In the dust and there out spread Lodge it with dishonour foul Rise Jehovah in thine ire Rouze thy self amidst the rage Of my foes that urge like fire And wake for me their furi ' asswage Judgment here thou didst ingage And command which I desire So th' assemblies of each Nation Will surround thee seeking right Thence to thy glorious habitation Return on high and in their sight Jehovah judgeth most upright All people from the worlds foundation Judge me Lord be judge in this According to my righteousness And the innocence which is Upon me cause at length to cease Of evil men the wickedness And their power that do amiss But the just establish fast Since thou art the just God that tries Hearts and reins On God is cast My defence and in him lies In him who both just and wise Saves th' upright of Heart at last God is a just Judge and severe And God is every day offended If th' unjust will not forbear His Sword he whets his Bow hath bended Already and for him intended The tools of death that waits him near His arrows purposely made he For them that persecute Behold He travels big with vanitie Trouble he hath conceav'd of old As in a womb and from that mould Hath at length brought forth a Lie He dig'd a pit and delv'd it deep And fell into the pit he made His mischief that due course doth keep Turns on his head and his ill trade Of violence will undelay'd Fall on his crown with ruine steep Then will I Jehovah's praise According to his justice raise And sing the Name and Deitie Of Jehovah the most high PSAL. VIII Aug. 14. 1653. O Jehovah our Lord how wondrous great And glorious is thy name through all the earth So as above the Heavens thy praise to set Out of the tender mouths of latest bearth Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou Hast founded strength because of all thy foes To stint th' enemy and slack th'avengers brow That bends his rage thy providence to oppose When I behold thy Heavens thy Fingers art The Moon and Starrs which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament then saith my heart O what is man that thou remembrest yet And think'st upon him or of man begot That him thou visit'st and of him art found Scarce to be less then Gods thou mad'st his lot With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd O're the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord Thou hast put all under his lordly feet All Flocks and Herds by thy commanding word All beasts that in the field or forrest meet Fowl of the Heavens and Fish that through the wet Sea-paths in shoals do slide And know no dearth O Jehovah our Lord how wondrous great And glorious is thy name through all the earth April 1648. J. M. Nine of the Psalms done into Metre wherein all but what is in a different Character are the very words of the Text translated from the Original PSAL. LXXX THou Shepherd that dost Israel keep Give ear in time of need Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Josephs seed That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright Between their wings out-spread Shine forth and from thy cloud give light And on our foes thy dread In Ephraims view and Benjamins And in Manasse's sight Awake thy strength come and be seen To save us by thy might Turn us again thy grace divine To us O God vouchsafe Cause thou thy face on us to shine And then we shall be safe Lord God of Hosts how long wilt thou How long wilt thou declare Thy smoaking wrath and angry brow Against thy peoples praire Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears Their bread with tears they eat And mak'st them largely drink the tears Wherwith their cheeks are wet A strife thou mak'st us and a prey To every neighbour foe Among themselves they laugh they And flouts at us they throw Return us and thy grace divine O God of Hosts vouchsafe Cause thou thy face on us to shine And then we shall be safe A Vine from Aegypt thou hast brought Thy free love made it thine And drov'st out Nations proud and haut To plant this lovely Vine
O Lord of Hoasts how dear The pleasant Tabernacles are Where thou do'st dwell so near My Soul doth long and almost die Thy Courts O Lord to see My heart and flesh aloud do crie O living God for thee There ev'n the Sparrow freed from wrong Hath found a house of rest The Swallow there to lay her young Hath built her brooding nest Ev'n by thy Altars Lord of Hoasts They find their safe abode And home they fly from round the Coasts Toward thee My King my God Happy who in thy house reside Where thee they ever praise Happy whose strength in thee doth bide And in their hearts thy waies They pass through Baca's thirstie Vale That dry and barren ground As through a fruitfull watry Dale Where Springs and Showrs abound They journey on from strength to strength With joy and gladsom cheer Till all before our God at length In Sion do appear Lord God of Hoasts hear now my praier O Jacobs God give ear Thou God our shield look on the face Of thy anointed dear For one day in thy Courts to be Is better and more blest Then in the joyes of Vanity A thousand daies at best I in the temple of my God Had rather keep a dore Then dwell in Tents and rich abode With Sin for evermore For God the Lord both Sun and Shield Gives grace and glory bright No good from them shall be with-held Whose waies are just and right Lord God of Hoasts that raign'st on high That man is truly blest Who 〈…〉 ly on thee doth relie And in thee only rest PSAL. LXXXV THy Land to favour graciously Thou hast not Lord been slack Thou hast from hard Captivity Returned Jacob back Th' iniquity thou didst forgive That wrought thy people woe And all their Sin that did thee grieve Hast hid where none shall know Thine anger all thou hadst remov'd And calmly didst return From thy fierce wrath which we had prov'd Far worse then fire to burn God of our saving health and peace Turn us and us restore Thine indignation cause to cease Toward us and chide no more Wilt thou be angry without end For ever angry thus Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend From age to age on us Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice And us again * revive That so thy people may rejoyce By thee preserv'd alive Cause us to see thy goodness Lord To us thy mercy shew Thy saving health to us afford And life in us renew And now what God the Lord will speak I will go strait and hear For to his people he speaks peace And to his Saints full dear To his dear Saints he will speak peace But let them never more Return to folly but surcease To trespass as before Surely to such as do him sear Salvation is at hand And glory shall ere long appear To dwell within our Land Mercy and Truth that long were miss'd Now joyfully are met Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd And hand in hand are set Truth from the earth like to a flowr Shall bud and blossom then And Justice from her heavenly bowr look down on mortal men The Lord will also then bestow Whatever thing is good Our Land shall forth in plenty throw Her fruits to be our food Before him Righteousness shall go His Royal Harbinger Then * will he come and not be slow His footsteps cannot err * Heb. He will set his steps to the way PSAL. LXXXVI THy gracious ear O Lord encline O hear me I thee pray For I am poor and almost pine with need and sad decay Preserve my soul sor I have trod Thy waies and love the just Save thou thy servant O my God Who still in thee doth trust Pitty me Lord for daily thee I call O make rejoyce Thy Servants Soul for Lord to thee I lift my soul and voice 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 Unto my supplication Lord give ear and to the crie Of my incessant praiers afford Thy hearing graciously I in the day of my distress Will call on thee for aid For thou wilt grant me free access And answer what I pray'd Like thee among the gods is none O Lord nor any works Of all that other gods have done Like to thy glorious works The Nations all whom thou hast made Shall come and all shall frame To bow them low before thee Lord And glorifie thy name For great thou art and wonders great By thy strong hand are done Thou in thy everlasting Seat Remainest God alone Teach me O Lord thy way most right I in thy truth will bide To fear thy name my heart unite So shall it never slide Thee will I praise O Lord my God Thee honour and adore With my whole heart and blaze abroad Thy name for ever more For great thy mercy is toward me And thou hast free'd my Soul Eev'n from the lowest Hell set free From deepest darkness foul O God the proud against me rise And violent men are met To seek my life and in their eyes No fear of thee have set But thou Lord art the God most mild Readiest thy grace to shew Slow to be angry and art stil'd Most mercifull most true O turn to me thy face at length And me have mercy on Unto thy servant give thy strength And save thy hand-maids Son Some sign of good to me afford And let my foes then see And be asham'd because thou Lord Do'st help and comfort me PSAL. LXXXVII AMong the holy Mountains high Is his foundation fast There Seated in his Sanctuary His Temple there is plac't Sions fair Gates the Lord loves more Then all the dwellings faire Of Jacobs Land though there be store And all within his care City of God most glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke I mention Egypt where proud Kings Did our forefathers yoke I mention Babel to my friends Philistia full of scorn And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends Lo this man there was born But twise that praise shall in our ear Be said of Sion last This and this man was born in her High God shall fix her fast The Lord shall write it in a Scrowle That ne're shall be out-worn When he the Nations doth enrowle That this man there was born Both they who sing and they who dance With sacred Songs are there In thee fresh brooks and soft streams glance And all my fountains clear PSAL. LXXXVIII LOrd God that dost me save and keep All day to thee I cry And all night long before thee weep Before thee prostrate lie Into thy presence let my praier With sighs devout ascend And to my cries that ceaseless are Thine ear with favour bend For cloy'd with woes and trouble store Surcharg'd my Soul doth lie My life at deaths uncherful dore Unto the grave draws nigh Reck'n'd I am with them that pass Down to the dismal pit I am a man