1. FRom Hate, Fear, Hope, Anger, and Envy free, And all the Passions els that be, In vain I boast of Liberty, In vain this State a Freedome call; Since I have Love, and Love is all: Sot that I am, who think it fit to bragge, That I have no Disease besides the Plaguel 2. So in a zeale the Sons of Israel, Sometimes upon their Idols fell; And they depos'd the powers of Hell; Baal, and Astarte down they threw, And Accaron and Molock too; All this imperfect Piety did no good, Whilst yet, alas, the Calfe of Bethel stood. 3. Fondly I boast, that I have drest my Vine With painfull Art, and that the wine Is of a tast rich and divine, Since Love, by mixing poyson there, Has made it worse then vineger. Love even the tast of Nectar changes so, That Gods chose rather Water here below. 4. Fear, Anger, Hope, all passions else that be, Drive this one Tyrant out of Me, And practise all your Tyranny. The change of ills some good will do: Th' oppressed wretched Indians so, Being slaves by the great Spanish Monarch made, Call in the States of Holland to their Aid. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENITENTIAL PSALM: 6. DOMINE NE IN FURORE by THOMAS WYATT THE TRAGEDY OF VALENTINIAN: THE POWER OF LOVE by JOHN FLETCHER PICCIOLA by ROBERT HENRY NEWELL ON A LEGAL STAIRCASE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THEODRIC; A DOMESTIC TALE by THOMAS CAMPBELL |