252 E. B. Reed, 



[p. ii] The Preface to the Psalmes. 



Vaine Fancy whether now darst thou aspire 



W'^ smoky Coales to hght the holy Fire 



Could thou indeed as w'^ the Phenix burne 



In perfum'd flames & into Ashes turne 



Thou might'st hope (vaine hope) yet once againe 



To rise w'*^ purer notions in thy Braine 



But t'would nott serue for they would still be darke 



Till from thyn Alter Lord I take a sparke 



I need not then assend up any higher 



In offring this to fetch another fire 



Inspired thus may on my Muse distill 



Dewes nott from Parnass but Herman's sweet Hill. 



[p. 1] Psal 1 



Blest is the man in walking daly shuns 

 Pernitious Councel that from th' wicked Comes 

 Nor to the sinners paths his steps doth bend 

 Or he yitt up to Scorners chaire assend 

 Who in the early morne & euening laite 

 On lawes deuine makes choyse to meditate 

 As by the runing streames the well sett tree 

 His fruit in season yeild, the iust shall be 

 Whos leafe shall neuer fade & what he doth 

 Shall thriue as itt & shal be fruitfull both 

 But w''^ the wicked itt is diffrent farre 

 As chaff tost in the Ayre, So they are 

 Nor shall he stand fore th' impartial Judge 

 Or mongst the iust who in sins way doe trudge 



[p. 38] Psal 19 



The heauens Lord the siluer studed frame 

 They are the Cvirious works thy hands declare 

 Time vnto time itt doth recount the same 

 To places most remote, ther voyce it heares 

 Ore all the earth ther arched Sphers extends 

 The Tun on's throne ther rises ther desends 



