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Who sows in tears shall reap in joy,

The Lord doth so ordain ;
So that his seed be pure and good,

His harvest shall be gain.

THE TRANSLATION OF THE CXXXVIITH PSALM.

When as we sat all sad and desolate,

By Babylon upon the river's side,
Eas'd from the tasks which in our captive state
We were enforced daily to abide,

Our harps we had brought with us to the field,
Some solace to our heavy souls to yield.

But soon we found we fail'd of our account,

For when our minds some freedom did obtain,
Straightways the memory of Sion Mount
Did cause afresh our wounds to bleed again ;

So that with present griefs, and future fears,
Our eyes burst forth into a stream of tears.

As for our harps, since sorrow struck them dumb,

We hang'd them on the willow-trees were near ;
Yet did our cruel masters to us come,
Asking of us some Hebrew songs to hear :

Taunting us rather in our misery,
Than much delighting in our melody.

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Alas, said we, who can once force a frame

His grieved and oppressed heart to sing
The praises of Jehovah's glorious name,
In banishment, under a foreign king ?

In Sion is his seat and dwelling place,
Thence doth he shew the brightness of his face

Jerusalem, where God his throne hath set,
Shall

any hour absent thee from my mind ? Then let my right-hand quite her skill forget, Then let my voice and words no passage find ;

Nay, if I do not thee prefer in all,
That in the compass of my thoughts can fall.

Remember thou, O Lord, the cruel cry

Of Edom's children, which did ring and sound, Inciting the Chaldean's cruelty, “Down with it, down with it,even unto the ground.”

In that good day repay it unto them,
When thou shalt visit thy Jerusalem.

And thou, O Babylon, shalt have thy turn

By just revenge, and happy shall he be,
That thy proud walls and tow'rs shall waste and burn,
And as thou didst by us, so do by thee.

Yea, happy he, that takes thy children's bones,
And dasheth them against the pavement stones.

THE TRANSLATION OF THE CXLIXth PSALM.

O sing a new song to our God above,

Avoid prophane ones, 'tis for holy quire :
Let Israel sing songs of holy love
To him that made them, with their hearts on fire :

Let Sion's sons lift up their voice and sing
Carols and anthems to their heav'nly King.

Let not your voice alone his praise forth tell,

But move withal, and praise him in the dance ;
Cymbals and harps let them be tuned well,
"Tis he that doth the poor's estate advance :

Do this not only on the solemn days,
But on your secret beds your spirits raise.

O let the saints bear in their mouth his praise,

And a two-edged sword drawn in their hand,
Therewith for to revenge the former days
Upon all nations that their zeal withstand;

To bind their kings in chains of iron strong,
And manacle their nobles for their wrong.

Expect the time, for 'tis decreed in heav'n,
Such honour shall unto his saints be giv'n.

AN ADVERTISEMENT TOUCHING AN HOLY WAR.

TO THE RIGHT REVEREND FATHER IN GOD,

LANCELOT ANDREWS, LORD BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, AND COUNSELLOR OF ESTATE

TO HIS MAJESTY.

My LORD, AMONGST consolations, it is not the least to represent to a man's self like examples of calamity in others. For examples give a quicker impression than arguments; and besides, they certify us, that which the Scripture also tendereth for satisfaction; “ that no new thing is happened unto us." This they do the better, by how much the examples are liker in circumstances to our own case; and more especially if they fall upon persons that are greater and worthier than ourselves. For as it savoureth of vanity, to match ourselves highly in our own conceit; so on the other side it is a good sound conclusion, that if our betters have sustained the like events, we have the less cause to be grieved.

In this kind of consolation I have not been wanting to myself, though as a Christian, I have tasted, through God's great goodness, of higher remedies. Having therefore, through the variety of my reading, set before me many examples both of ancient and later times, my thoughts, I confess, have chiefly stayed upon three particulars, as the most eminent and the most resembling. All three persons that had held chief place of authority in their countries ; all three ruined, not by war, or by any other disaster, but by justice and sentence, as delinquents and criminals; all three famous writers, insomuch as the remembrance of their calamity is now as to posterity but as a little picture of night-work, remaining amongst the fair and excellent tables of their acts and works : and all three, if that were any thing to the matter, fit examples to quench any man's ambition of rising again ; for that they were every one of them restored with great glory, but to their farther ruin and destruction, ending in a violent death. The men were, Demosthenes, Cicero, and Seneca ; persons that I durst not claim affinity with, except the similitude of our fortunes had contracted it. When I had cast mine eyes upon these examples, I was carried on farther to observe, how they did bear their fortunes, and principally, how they did employ their times, being banished, and disabled for public business: to the end that I might learn by them; and that they might be as well my counsellors as my comforters. Whereupon I happened to note, how diversly their fortunes wrought upon them; especially in that point at which I did most aim, which was the employing of their times and pens. In Cicero, I saw that during his banishment, which was almost two years, he was so softened and dejected, as he wrote nothing but a few womanish epistles.

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