The Romans fore incens'd, their General flay,
And from old Alba fetch the wealth away;

Of Latin Kings this was long fince the Seat,
But now demolished, to make Rome great.

Thirty two years did Tullus reign, then dye, [189]
Left Rome in wealth, and power ftill growing high.

Ancus Martius.

TEXT Ancus Martius fits upon the Throne,

NE

Nephew unto Pompilius dead and gone;
Rome he inlarg'd, new built again the wall,
Much ftronger, and more beautiful withal;
A ftately Bridge he over Tyber made,

Of Boats and Oars no more they need the aid.
Fair Oftia he built this Town, it stood
Close by the mouth of famous Tyber floud,
Twenty four years time of his Royal race,
Then unto death unwillingly gives place.

Tarquinius Prifcus

TARQUIN a Greek at Corinth born and bred,

Who from his Country for Sedition fled.

Is entertain'd at Rome, and in short time,

By wealth and favour doth to honour climbe;
He after Martius death the Kingdome had,

A hundred Senators he more did add.

Wars with the Latins he again renews,
And Nations twelve of Tuscany fubdues,

To fuch rude triumphs as young Rome then had,
Some State and splendor" did this Prifcus add:
Thirty eight years (this stronger born") did reign,
And after all, by Ancus Sons was flain.

N

w

EXT Servius Tullius gets into the Throne,
Afcends not up By merits of his own,

But by the favour and the special grace

Of Tanquil late Queen, obtains the place.
He ranks the people into each degree,
As wealth had made them of ability;
A general Mufter takes, which by account,
To eighty thousand Souls then did amount.
Forty four years did Servius Tullius reign,
And then by Tarquin Prifcus Son was flain.

u Much ftate, and glory, w fits upon.

Stranger borne.

x Tanaquil,

Tarquinius Superbus the laft
King of the Romans

ARQUIN the proud, from manners called fo,

TAR

Sat on the Throne, when he had flain his Foe. Sextus his Son did moft unworthily,

Lucretia force, mirrour of Chastity:

She loathed fo the fact, fhe loath'd her life,
And fhed her guiltless blood with guilty knife
Her Husband fore incens'd to quit this wrong,
With Junius Brutus rofe, and being strong,
The Tarquins they from Rome by force expel,
In banishment perpetual to dwell;

The Government they change, a new one bring,
And people swear ne'r to accept of King."

An Apology.*

O finish what's begun, was my intent,

[191]

My thoughts and my endeavours thereto bent;

Effays I many made but still gave out,

The more I mus'd, the more I was in doubt:

The end of the Roman Monarchy,

being the fourth and laft.

* This Apology is not in the first edition.

The subject large my mind and body weak,
With many moe difcouragements did speak.
All thoughts of further progrefs laid afide,
Though oft perfwaded, I as oft deny'd,
At length refolv'd, when many years had paft,
To profecute my story to the last;

And for the fame, I hours not few did spend,
And weary lines (though lanke) I many pen'd:
But 'fore I could accomplish my defire,
My papers fell a prey to th' raging fire.*
And thus my pains (with better things) I loft,
Which none had cause to wail, nor I to boast.
No more I'le do fith I have suffer'd wrack,
Although my Monarchies their legs do lack:
Nor matter is't this laft, the world now fees,
Hath many Ages been upon his knees.

* See page 40.

A Dialogue between Old En

gland and New; concerning their
prefent Troubles, Anno, 1642.

New-England.

A Las dear Mother, fairest Queen and best,

With honour, wealth, and peace, happy and bleft; What ails thee hang thy head, & cross thine arms?

And fit i'th' duft, to figh these fad alarms?

What deluge of new woes thus over-whelme

The glories of thy ever famous Realme?

What means this wailing tone, this mournful' guife?

Ah, tell thy daughter, fhe may fympathize.

Old England.

Art ignorant indeed of thefe my woes?

Or must my forced tongue thefe griefs difclofe?
And must myself diffect my tatter'd state,

Which 'mazed Christendome ftands wondring at?

mourning.