On The New Forcers Of Conscience Under The Long Parliament
Because you have thrown of your Prelate Lord,
And with stiff vows renounc'd his Liturgy,
To seise the widow'd whore
From them whose sin ye envi'd, not abhorr'd,
Because you have thrown of your Prelate Lord,
And with stiff vows renounc'd his Liturgy,
To seise the widow'd whore
From them whose sin ye envi'd, not abhorr'd,
Descend from Heaven,
Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill I soar,
Above the flight of Pegasean wing
The meaning, not the name,
Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,
I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,
And with forc'd fingers rude
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted Eve,
Her husband she, to taste the fatal fruit,
Was known in Heaven; for what can 'scape the eye Of God all-seeing, or deceiv...
Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race,
Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours,
Whose speed is but the heavy Plummets pace;
And glut thy self with what thy womb devours,
As one who in his journey bates at noon,
Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the world destroyed and world restored,
If Adam aught perhaps might interpose;
Then, with transition sweet, new speech resumes
Hence, vain deluding Joys,
The brood of Folly without father bred
How little you
Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind,
Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold,
Satan exalted sat, by merit raised To that bad eminence; and, ...
Part of an entertainment presented to the Countess Dowager of Darby at Harefield, by som Noble persons of her Family, who appear on the Scene in pastoral habit, moving toward the seat of State with this Song
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Song
Look Nymphs, and ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy,
Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight
In Stygian cave forlorn'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy
Find out some uncouth cell,
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This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven’s 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 r...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd,
To sit indulgent, and with him partake Rural repast; permitting him the while Venial discourse unblam'd
I now must change Those notes to tragick; foul ...