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The ruddy waves he cleft in twain

Of the Erythræan main.

For his, &c.

The floods stood still, like walls of glass,

While the Hebrew bands did pass.

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Let us therefore warble forth
His mighty majesty and worth.

For his, &c.

That his mansion hath on high
Above the reach of mortal eye.
For his mercies aye endure
Ever faithful ever sure.

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TRANSLATIONS.

FROM GEOFFREY OF MONMOUTH*

Brutus thus addresses Diana in the country of Leogecia

GODDESS of shades, and huntress, who at will
Walk'st on the rowling spheres, and through the deep;
Ou thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell
What land, what seat of rest, thou bidst me seek,
What certain seat, where I may worship thee
For aye, with temples vow'd and virgin quires.

To whom, sleeping before the altar, Diana answers in a visjon 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†.

FROM DANTE‡.

Ah Constantine, of how much ill was cause,
Not thy conversion, but those rich domains
That the first wealthy pope receiv'd of thee]].

*Hist. Brit. i. xi." Diva potens nemorum," &c.
+From Miltons's Hist. Engl. Pr. W. vol. i. p. 7. edit. 1698.
Infern. C.xix.

From Of Reformation in England. Pr. W. vol. i. p. 10.

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FROM DANTE*.

Founded in chaste and humble poverty,

'Gainst them that rais'd thee dost thou lift thy horn,
Impudent whore? where hast thon plac'd thy hope?
In thy adulterers, or thy ill-got wealth?
Another Constantine comes not in haste.

FROM ARIOSTO‡.

Then pass'd he to a flowery mountain green,
Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously:
This was the gift, if you the truth will have,
That Constantine to good Sylvester gavel.

FROM HORACES.

Whom do we count a good man? Whom but Ire
Who keeps the laws and statutes of the senate,
Who judges in great suits and controversies,
Whose witness and opinion wins the cause?
But his own house, and the whole neighbourhood;
Sees his foul inside through his whited skin¶¶.

FROM EURIPIDES**.

This is true liberty, when frechorn men,
Having to advise the public, may speak free ;
Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise
Who neither can, nor will, may hold his peace;
What can be juster in a state than this††?

*Parad. C. xx.

+From Of reformation in England. Pr. W. vol. i. p. 10.

† C. xxxiv. 80.

From Of Reformation, &c. Pr. W.vol. i.

Epist. i. xvi. 40.

From Tetrachordon, Pr. W. vol. i. 239.

**IKETIA. v. 440.

p. 10.

++ Milton's motto to his "Areopagitica, a Speech for the Liberty of Unlicensed Printing," &c. Pr. W.vol. i. 141.

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