The history of The Old Testament In verse With One Hundred and Eighty sculptures: In Two Volumes. Vol. I. From the Creation to the Revolt of the Ten Tribes from the House of David. Vol. II. From that Revolt to the End of the Prophets. Written by Samuel Wesley ... The Cuts done by J. Sturt |
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CXXXIV. 1 Samuel, Chap. XX. Ver. 35. to 38.
Jonathan's Covenant with David.
As
Sol's bright Beams malignant Vapours raise,
Which sink again, and cloud Earth's dusky Face,
So sicken'd Saul at David's growing Praise:
Griev'd at his Virtue's Lustre, and affraid,
Which did the Dimness of his own upbraid:
Still new Designs against his Life he forms,
At Earth and Heav'n, when disappointed, storms:
Yet still his gen'rous Son unalter'd stood,
Not to be brib'd by Interest or by Blood:
O wond'rous Prince! who cou'dst with ease fore-go,
Scepters and Crowns, and all Earth's empty show;
Which Fools above their Souls admire and prize,
And whose false Splendor dazles ev'n the Wise.
—To thee thy persecuted David flies;
When Jonathan he finds, no more distress'd,
He finds a safe Asylum in thy Breast:
To his great Friend unbosoms all his Cares,
And he the unwieldy Burthen more than shares.
Which sink again, and cloud Earth's dusky Face,
So sicken'd Saul at David's growing Praise:
Griev'd at his Virtue's Lustre, and affraid,
Which did the Dimness of his own upbraid:
Still new Designs against his Life he forms,
At Earth and Heav'n, when disappointed, storms:
Yet still his gen'rous Son unalter'd stood,
Not to be brib'd by Interest or by Blood:
O wond'rous Prince! who cou'dst with ease fore-go,
Scepters and Crowns, and all Earth's empty show;
Which Fools above their Souls admire and prize,
And whose false Splendor dazles ev'n the Wise.
—To thee thy persecuted David flies;
When Jonathan he finds, no more distress'd,
He finds a safe Asylum in thy Breast:
To his great Friend unbosoms all his Cares,
And he the unwieldy Burthen more than shares.
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What have I done? Jessides thus begins;
Who my Accusers are; and what my Sins,
That Saul with restless Rage my Life pursues:
If die I must, thy Hand I'd rather chuse;
Thy friendly Sword, to pierce this faithful Breast,
And send my weary trembling Soul to rest:
But do not (O thou canst not!) me betray
To my insulting Foes a guiltless Prey:
By Friendship's sacred Laws I thee adjure,
And let the Oath of God our mutual Faith secure!
Who my Accusers are; and what my Sins,
That Saul with restless Rage my Life pursues:
If die I must, thy Hand I'd rather chuse;
Thy friendly Sword, to pierce this faithful Breast,
And send my weary trembling Soul to rest:
But do not (O thou canst not!) me betray
To my insulting Foes a guiltless Prey:
By Friendship's sacred Laws I thee adjure,
And let the Oath of God our mutual Faith secure!
Can David think, the High-born Youth replys,
That I above a Friend, a Father prize?
If ought of Ill against thy Life design'd,
(But sure it cannot be) I'll search his Mind;
Witness th'Almighty Pow'r that guards his Throne,
The worst shall to my noble Friend be shown:
The while go rest secure at Ezel's Stone!
Thither, my Father sounded, I'll repair,
My Arrows shall the silent Message bear.
That I above a Friend, a Father prize?
If ought of Ill against thy Life design'd,
(But sure it cannot be) I'll search his Mind;
Witness th'Almighty Pow'r that guards his Throne,
The worst shall to my noble Friend be shown:
The while go rest secure at Ezel's Stone!
Thither, my Father sounded, I'll repair,
My Arrows shall the silent Message bear.
He said, the Feast forbids the Princes stay,
And David to the Field renews his secret way.
And David to the Field renews his secret way.
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