CONSIDERATIONS ΟΝ O F THE LXXXVIIIth P s A L M. * PART O A COLLEGE EXERCISE. 1690. I. HEAVY, O Lord, on me thy judgements lie, Accurft I am, while God rejects my cry. The remainder of this volume contains fuch pieces as were omitted by Mr. Prior in his own edition of his works, with those he afterwards published, and fuch as have appeared fince his death. II. Downward I haften to my destin'd place; There none obtain thy aid, or fing thy praise. Soon I fhall lie in death's deep ocean drown'd: Is mercy there; or fweet forgiveness found? O fave me yet, whilft on the brink I stand; Rebuke the ftorm, and waft my foul to land. O let her reft beneath thy wing fecure, Thou that art the God of Power. III. Behold the prodigal! to thee I come, O let thy terrors, and my anguish end! то то тн Е REV. DR. FRANCIS TURNER,t BISHOP OF EL Y WHO HAD ADVISED A TRANSLATION OF IF PRUDENTIUS. 【F poets, ere they cloath'd their infant thought, And the rude work to juft perfection brought, The bold requests of an aspiring Muse; t Doctor Francis Turner was at that time mafter of St. John's College, Cambridge. He was one of the petitioning Bishops who were committed to the Tower by James II. and one of those who were afterwards deprived of his fee for refusing the oaths to the new government. Bishop Burnet fays, "He was a fincere and 66 good-natured man, of too quick an imagination, and "too defective a judgment. He was but moderately "learned, having converfed more with men than with "books." He died November 2, 1700. H 3 Who Who, with your bleffing would your aid implore, From your fair pattern she would strive to write, Let every fong begin and end with you: So to the bleft retreat she'll gladly go, Where the Saints' palm and Mufes' laurel grow; Where kindly both in glad embrace shall join, A PAS TELL, dear Alexis, tell thy Damon, why Doft thou in mournful shades obfcurely lie? Are thy kids ftarv'd by winter's early froft? Have ftrangers' cattle trod thy new-plough'd ground? Has great Joanna, or her greater fhepherd frown'd. ALEX I S. See my kids browze, my lambs fecurely play: |