Naboth's vinyard, or, The innocent traytor copied from the orginal of Holy Scripture : in heroick verse. Caryll, John, 1625-1711. 1679 Approx. 32 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 10 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2003-01 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A35335 Wing C745A ESTC R4677 13682404 ocm 13682404 101308 This keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above is co-owned by the institutions providing financial support to the Early English Books Online Text Creation Partnership. This Phase I text is available for reuse, according to the terms of Creative Commons 0 1.0 Universal . The text can be copied, modified, distributed and performed, even for commercial purposes, all without asking permission. Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A35335) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 101308) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 841:22) Naboth's vinyard, or, The innocent traytor copied from the orginal of Holy Scripture : in heroick verse. Caryll, John, 1625-1711. [2], 17 p. Printed for C.R., London : 1679. Written by John Caryll. Cf. MacDonald, H. John Dryden, 190a. One of two editions issued in 1679. Reproduction of original in Huntington Library. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng Bible. -- O.T. -- Psalms -- Paraphrases, English. Political satire, English. 2002-08 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2002-09 Apex CoVantage Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-10 Emma (Leeson) Huber Sampled and proofread 2002-10 Emma (Leeson) Huber Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-12 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion Naboth's Vinyard : OR , THE INNOCENT TRAYTOR : COPIED from the ORIGINAL OF Holy Scripture , IN HEROICK VERSE Si fractus illabatur Orbis , Impavidam ferient Ruinae . Hor. LONDON , Printed for C. R. 1679. SInce Holy Scripture it self is not exempt from being tortur'd and abus'd by the strainings and pervertions of evil men , no great wonder were it , if this small Poem ( which is but an illustration of a single , yet remarkable passage thereof ) be also subject to the like distortions , and mis-applications of the over-prying and under-witted of one side , and of the malicious on the other . But all ingenious and ingenuous men ( to whose divertisement only this Poem offers it self ) will be Garrantees for the Author , that neither any Honourable and just Judge can be thought concern'd in the Character of Arod ; nor any honest and veracious Witness in that of Malchus : And as by the singular care and Royal goodness of his Majesty ( whom God long preserve ) our Benches in this Nation are furnished with persons of such eminent Integrity and Ability , that no Character of a corrupt Judge can with the least shadow of resemblance belong to them , so is it to be wished , that also in all our Courts of Judicature a proportionable honesty and veracity were to be found in all Witnesses ; that so Justice and Peace might close in a happy kiss . Naboth's Vinyard . FLY hence those Siren-Charms of Wealth and Power , Strong to undo , unable to restore ; At first they tickle , but at last they smart , They please the Pallat , and corrode the Heart : To those gay Idols , which fond men adore , Our Christian Muse all Incense does abhor : Idols ! ( like hungry Moloch ) whose dire Food Too often is supply'd by Humane Blood ! That precious Juice which can , with Soveraign Balm , The War and Ferment of our Nature calm ; That can the Anguish of our Minds allay , Heal Wounds of Grief , and Storms of Passion sway ; That generous Off-spring of the healing Vine , I' th' Muses Temple may deserve a Shrine . But , hold , 't is not the Wine of common draft , Which Palma sends , or greedy Merchants waft From Rhenish Banks , or from the Gascon Shore , T' enrich themselves , and make the Drinkers poor ; Poor in their wasted ' states , poor in their Mind , Who in a Brutish Club with Swine are join'd , And greatest joy in stupefaction find : No , our exalted Taste disdains to feast On that dull Liquor , which turns Man to Beast . It must be nourisht with some spritely Juice , Which does our mortal Frame immortalise ; Defies the Arrows of malicious Fate , The People's Fury , and the Tricks of State. Quickly , ah ! quickly then , ( my Muse ) disclose The happy place , where this true Nectar grows . It is not Naboth's Vinyard ? Fame speaks loud Of thee , but louder of thy Master's blood ; That Hero's Blood , fed by thy vital Juice , Which did , when flowing in his Veins , despise The Womans Craft , the Tyrants Avarice ; The bloody Oaths of perjur'd Assassins ; The Frowns of byas'd Justice , which inclines The giddy Rabble to their Natural bent , With tongues , and hands to tear the Innocent . Achab had conquered Aram ; but , alas ! His very Conquest his Undoing was : He soon forgot the Hand , which did bestow Edge on his Sword , and Lawrel on his Brow. Proud with the Spoils of the slain Aramites , The Power , which gave him Victory , he slights : He treats , and bargains with his Enemies , And all the Covenants of his Lord defies . Achab distrest , bow'd to his Lord , and pray'd ; Achab victorious , proudly disobey'd ; Ungrateful Mortals ! whose corrupted Will Turns Grace to Poyson , and makes Blessings kill . In vain poor Subjects in the Justice trust Of Kings , that to their Maker are unjust ▪ The Heart once tainted with a Master-Sin , All lesser Crimes does easily let in . Poor Naboth's Vinyard next lies in his way , His covetous Eye had markt it for his Prey : He parly'd first ; but what he could not worm By Treaty from him , he resolv'd to storm . " How ( Sir ! ) can you think worthy your large Soul , " To crave my spot of Land , my sleeping-hole ? " ( Says Naboth ) I my self should prize it not , " Were it not sacred made by Age and Lot ; " By Lot consign'd to my Fore-fathers hand , " Who first with Joshua seis'd this Holy Land : " 'T were Sacriledge in me to give , or sell , " What to my Name by Heaven's Appointment fell . " May Achab his large Kingdoms long possess ; " Let Naboth his small Vinyard hold in peace . Achab was silent , but not satisfy'd ; The covetous Poyson through his Veins did glide : And what his greedy Eye and Heart devour , He will extort by an Usurping Power . So have I seen the tow'ring Falcon rise , And next to nothing lessen to our Eyes , Beyond the Call of any Game , or Lure ; The timerous Fowl such distance can endure ; But ill they measure by their own , the sight , And sharpness of their Tyrants Appetite : She sports and plys her Wings i' th' liquid air , As if she minded Pleasure , and not War : But when the Fowl , betray'd by flattering hopes , Takes wing , the watchful Foe , as Lightning stoops ; What her Eye mark'd , her Talons make her own ; As Thunder-struck the Quary tumbles down . But ill did Achabs Eyes , with all their Art , Cover the secret rancour of his Heart : The Wound did fester , that his Passion made , Which soon his Face unwillingly betray'd . First Jezabel descry'd his secret pain ; My Lord ( she said ) can your breast entertain A Grief or Joy but what I must partake ? O , do not this unkind distinction make ▪ Shame to reveal , and greater shame to hide His Soul from her , his troubled thoughts divide : At last he pour'd his Grief into the Ear Of his too kind , and fatal Counseller . In vain ( my Dear ) our Scepter does command From the North-Sea to the Arabian Sand , In vain the Kings of Aram are my Slaves ; In vain my Justice kills , my Mercy saves , If stubborn Naboth must his Vinyard hold In spight of all Intreaty , Power , and Gold ; If a poor Worm of Israel proudly dares Resist , not my Commands , my very Prayers . Tread on that Rebel Worm ( says Jezabel ) The weight of a Kings Anger let him feel ; Crush him to nothing ; that your Subjects may Be taught by his Example to obey . Then Achab sigh'd , and said , That must not be , People and Priests would rise in Mutiny : Too much we hazard for a thing so small ; The Tyrant-Law , which Monarchs does enthrall , Controuls the Execution of my will , And makes the Slave bold to resist me still . At this unmoveable stood Jezabel , Like one fast bound by an Inchanters Spell ; Her flaming Cheeks had Choller 's deepest dye ; And like struck Flints sparkled her furious Eye ; Such heaving , and such panting shook her breast , As if some Spirit had the place possest . Then suddenly she starts with a loud Cry ; If Law must do the Work , Naboth shall dye ▪ Let not the Sanhedrim a Monarch awe ; He that commands the Judge , commands the Law. Law is a poor , dumb thing , which none can hear , But by the Mouth of an Interpreter : And in the Peoples mouth , 't is the old Plea For Rebels , when their Prince they disobey . Fear not the Law , but by the Judge be fear'd ; Else , as the Pedants gravely wag their Beard , Kings must of their Prerogatives be stript , As Children are for breach of Grammar whipt . Then trust my skill ; I 'll bring you quick relief , To heal the wounds of your unseemly Grief : Both you , and Naboth , your just Rights shall have , You shall possess his Vineyard , he his Grave , Thus with her oyly words she skins his Sore , But adds new Poyson to the ulcerous Core ; And that false Comfort leaves in Achabs mind , Which Villains in their thriving Mischiefs find . She summons then her chosen Instruments , Always prepar'd to serve her black Intents : The chief was Arod , whose corrupted youth Had made his Soul an Enemy to truth ; But Nature furnisht him with Parts and wit , For bold Attempts , and deep Intriguing fit . Small was his Learning ; and his Eloquence Did please the Rabble , nauseate men of sence . Bold was his Spirit , nimble and loud his Tongue , Which more than Law , or Reason , takes the Throng . Him , part by Money , partly by her Grace , The covetous Queen rais'd to a Judges place : And , as he bought his Place , he Justice sold ; Weighing his Causes not by Law , but Gold ; He made the Justice-Seat a common Mart ; Well skill'd he was in the mysterious Art , Of finding Varnish for an unsound Cause , And for the sound Imaginary Flaws . With him fierce Jezabel consults the way How she for harmless Naboth Snares may lay . Madam ( says he ) you rightly judge the course Unsafe , to run him down by open Force . In great Designs it is the greatest Art , To make the Common People take your part : Some words there are , which have a special Charm To wind their Fancies up to an Alarm : Treason , Religion , Liberty , are such ; Like Clocks they strike , when on those Points you touch ; If some of these unto his Charge you lay , You hit the Vein of their Tarantala . For to say truth , the trick did never fail ; Loud Calumny with them does still prevail . I ( Madam ) of these means no scruple make ; Means from their End their Good or Badness take . Naboth a Rebel to his Soveraign's Will , By any ways we lawfully may kill . Whilst thus he pour'd his Venom in her Ear , A spightful Joy did in her Face appear : She said , your faithful Counsel I approve , You have chalkt out the way we are to move : But still you leave untoucht the hardest part , Which most requires your Industry and Art ; Where is the Crime ? where are the Witnesses ? It is my Province ( Madam ) to find these ; ( Reply'd the Judge ) and that our Project may Take faster hold , let there a solemn day , To seek the Lord by Fasting and by Prayer , Be set apart : This will exactly square With the whole Model of our Work design'd ; This will the People draw Body and Mind , To act their Parts in Naboth's Tragedy ; This builds the Stage , on which the Wretch shall dye . As Glasses , by the Sun 's reflected Ray , The silly Lark into the Net betray , So will the People , by the dazling thought Of Godliness , religiously be caught . When the Queen saw that her Design would take , She with impatient haste the Conference brake ; Of Av'rice and Revenge such is the thirst , That with the least Delay the Patients burst . Lose no more time ( she cry'd ; ) with speedy care Letters and Orders for our Seal prepare , Such as the Work requires : For 'till I gain This Point , each Moment is an Age of pain . Since first for acting God proud Angels fell , Still to ape Heaven has been the Pride of Hell : As the bright Spirits always attend his Throne , And what he wills , they execute as soon : Our Fury so could not conceive the Fact More nimbly , than her Agent - Fiend did act . Stay , Hell-Hounds , stay ! why with such rav'nous speed Must the dear Blood of Innocence be shed ? Blind is your Haste , and blinder is your Rage ; Hell no successful War 'gainst Heaven can wage : You shoot at Naboth , but your selves you wound With poyson'd Darts , for which no Cure is found : The Poyson drawn from a remorseless Heart , Baffles Divine , much more all Humane Art ; What will your Rage effect , but lasting shame , In this , in the next World Eternal Flame ? With all your subtle Arts of Perjury , And all the Varnish of your Bloody Lye , To make him Guilty , and you Rightful seem , Hell for your selves you build , and Heaven for him . Arod had always Tools at his Command , Of a fit temper for his Work in hand : But here no Villains of a common size In Wickedness , or Cunning would suffice : Yet two he found , which did as much exceed All common Rogues , as common Facts this Deed. Malchus , a puny Levite , void of sence , And Grace , but stuft with Noise and Impudence , Was his prime Tool ; so Venomous a Brute , That every place , he liv'd in , spued him out ; Lyes in his Mouth , and Malice in his Heart , By Nature grew , and were improv'd by Art. Mischief his pleasure was ; and all his Joy , To see his thriving Calumny destroy Those , whom his double Heart , and forked Tongue ▪ Surer , than Vipers Teeth , to death had stung . Python his Second was ; and his alone ; For he in Ills no other First would own : A braver Impudence did Arm this Wight ; He was a Russian , and no Hypocrite ; And with audacious , and loud Villany , He did at once Vertue , and Fame defie . These two , though Malchus wore the longer Cloak , Were evenly pair'd , and drew in the same Yoke . No Forresters with keener Appetite In running down their hunted Game delight , Than these the Slaughter of the Guiltless view , Whom their Malicious Calumny pursue . This goodly Pair were , by their Teachers Art , Fully prepar'd , and tun'd to play their part . A Fast is then proclaim'd ; this serves as Leaven To raise the People's Lump with News from Heaven ; They in the dark , when bid to seek the Lord , Are sure for His , to take the Preachers word ; These , when they tole their great DIANA-Bell , Look up to Heaven , and do the works of Hell. Always State-Fasts some strange Events portend ; And often in a Godly Mischief end . The fair Pretence is , that the Lord may weed Treason , and Blasphemy from Abraham's Seed . Great , and just God! will it be always so ? When thy Rebellious Creatures here below Their black Designs of deepest Mischief frame , Shall they still stamp on them thy holy Name ? Make thee , All-good , a Party in their Ill ! Thy very Word abuse , to break thy Will ? By which their Leaders draw the Vulgar in , With harmless Minds , to perpetrate their Sin ; By which the Just are by the Impious slain , And Abel still is sacrific'd by Cain ; How can thy Justice , and thy Thunder sleep , When such affronts on thee , and thine , they heap How can the Earth forbear with open Jaws To swallow these Contemners of thy Laws ? Hold , Muse ! Thy Zeal now grows to Mutiny ; Thou dost ignobly from thy Colours fly : Under the Standard , of the Cross we serve , And from our Leaders ways we must not swerve . By Form of Law He did submit to dye , Accus'd of Treason , and of Blasphemy ; All-powerful He , without revenge , or strife , Endur'd the loss of Honour , and of Life ; This is the way , which he his Followers taught , Which him to Triumph , us to Safety brought ; Then in this way let us march bravely on , Which will our Innocence with Glory Crown ; And let us pity those , whom prosp'rous Sin Harden's , and does on Earth their Hell begin . Now comes the Solemn , and the bloody Day , In which all Israel meets to fast , and pray : But Impious is that Fast , and Prayer , which parts From Lips polluted , and from hardned Hearts . In the first rank of Levites Arod stood , Court-favour plac'd him there , not Worth , or Blood. Naboth amongst the Tribes the foremost Place Did with his Riches , Birth , and Vertue grace : A man , whose Wealth was the Poor's common stock ; The Hungry found their Market in his Flock : His Justice made all Law-contentions cease ; He was his Neighbours safeguard , and their Peace . The Rich by him were in due bounds contain'd ; The Poor , if strong , imploy'd ; if weak , maintain'd . Well had he serv'd his Country , and his King ; And the best Troops in all their Wars did bring ; Nor with less bravery did he lead them on , Warding his Country's danger with his own . Scarce were the Rites , and Ceremonies past , Which by the Law attend their publick Fast , When Malchus raising up his hands and Eyes , With bended knees , thus to the Judges cryes ; Hear me ( great Seed of Levi ) Hear me all ( Israel's ten Tribes ) I for your Mercy call ; Seal me a Pardon , who too long have been A dark Concealer of a Crying Sin ; Heaven does this day my wounded Conscience heal , And bids me the hid Blasphemy reveal . Naboth , stand forth ; 'T is thee , of Impious breach Of God's and the Kings Laws , whom I impeach . At this the Tribes a various murmur raise ; His boldness some abhor'd , and some did praise : Some would have Naboth by a Publick Vote , Without more Form , found Guilty of the Plot. Others the Law alledge , that no Offence , Can be judged so on single Evidence . While thus they waver , Arod takes his kew ; Our thanks to Heaven in the first place are due , ( He said ) which with such gracious speed prevents Our Prayers , and all false Traytors curst Intents . Speak ( Malchus ) then , and this Assembly give Of the whole Plot a perfect Narrative : And whilst this service you to Israel do , Know , that we hear you , and believe you too . Malchus applauded thus in publick view , Did now almost believe , that he spoke true : This arm'd his Face with Brass , his Heart with Steel , That he no shame , and no remorse could feel . Then he the Story of his Plot at large Unfolds , and lays to guiltless Naboth's charge , How with the Aramites he did conspire , His Country to invade , the City fire , The Temple to destroy , the King to kill , And the whole Realm with Desolation fill : He told , how he himself the Agent was , In close Consults to bring these things to pass ; Nor did he fail with proper Circumstance Of Time , and Place , to garnish his Romance . The Priests astonisht are ; the People gaze , And the dumb Judges horrour does amaze . Then out steps Python , and with dextrous Art , Weaving his Story , seals a Counterpart To all , that Malchus had before depos'd ; And with deep Oaths the Accusation clos'd . Now on poor Naboth all their Eyes were set , Some red with Anger , some with Pity wet . But the fierce Rabble gladly would prevent His Tryal , by an instant Punishment . Whence this unnatural Pleasure to destroy ? From what ill Root grows this malignant Joy ? Beasts worry Beasts , but when their Hunger calls ; But Man on Man with a full Stomach falls : 'T is not our Wants of Nature to redress , That we this Rage to our own Kind express ; But for the Mischief's sake we Pleasure find ; It lies not in our Body , but our Mind . Our Seed receives a double Taint and Stain , From Rebel Adam , and from murd'ring Cain . Naboth , thus charg'd , had need for his defence , Of all his Courage , and his Innocence : It was a Tryal of no Vulgar Kind , To shew th' Heroick temper of his Mind : But the transparent Brightness of his Soul , E'en through his Eyes , their Malice did controul , For his Accusers , when he sternly view'd , Their tortur'd looks their rack of Conscience shew'd ▪ But to his Judges , with a manly grace , He lowly bow'd , and pleaded thus his Case . My Lords , by these false Oaths , this bloody Lye , God and the King are more abus'd , than I ; For I ( poor Worm ) weigh nothing in the Scale , When their high Wrongs for Reparation call : When God's dread Name , when his , and the Kings Laws , Are thus blasphem'd , 't is their , and not my Cause . Pharoah , Goliah , and that Heathen Brood , Less impiously blasphem'd our Soveraign Good ; They believ'd not his Being , nor his Might , And blindly , what they Nothing thought , did slight : These know him , and him knowingly defie ; And signing with his awful Name their Lye , Make him a Party to their Perjury . Nay , in this horrid Enterprise they do Their curst Endeavour to destroy him too ; For Truth and He in Essence so partake , That when you make him False , you him unmake . These Vipers in the Bosom of our Law , Will eat it through , its very Heart-strings gnaw ; For when with artificial Perjury They make God's Sacred Name espouse their Lye , Forthwith that Lye Omnipotent becomes , And governs all below ; it saves , or dooms ; Disposes of our Honour , Life , and State , Gives rule to Law , and arbitrates our Fate . No rage of Famine , Pestilence , or War , Can with this Legal Massacre compare , If perjur'd Villains may a Shelter find , To make their Inrodes thus on Humane Kind , Laws , for Chastisement of the Guilty meant , Will turn their Points against the Innocent , ( * As Cannons of a newly enter'd Town From their own Walls the Houses batter down . ) My Lords , if you this Villany endure , Judges themselves will not be long secure : And so I leave my Cause in your wise breast , The Temple where Truth 's Oracle should rest . Thus Naboth spoke , with that undaunted meen , Which only in bold Innocence is seen : But least the People's Fury should relent , Arod their calmer thoughts did thus prevent . Naboth , what you have said in your defence , Adds to your Guilt , clears not your Innocence ; When the Kings Evidence you perjur'd call , Know , that your very Plea is Criminal . Shall Malefactors with Reproaches tear Their Fame , who for their King and Country swear ? What Thief , what Felon may not do the same , To purge themselves , the Witnesses defame ? Against two Oaths , so positive and plain , All your harranguing Rhetorick is vain . Should stout Denying pass for Innocence , The Court must be as weak as your Defence . Less Confidence your bloody Crimes behov'd , So weakly answer'd , and so strongly prov'd . Is it not doubly sworn , that you conspir'd With Aram's King , this City to have fir'd , And in that hurry to destroy the King , And into Israel Bondage and Idols bring ? Stung with these dire Reproaches , Naboth again Offer'd to speak , but offer'd still in vain ; For when the Bench did thus his Guilt proclaim , Their Words , like Oyl , inrag'd the People's Flame ; Who hardly staying till the Sentence past , Like hungry Wolves , they rush with furious haste , Hurrying poor Naboth to a planted Stake , Where in his Death their cruel Joy they take . Their Hands and Tongues they equally employ , And him with Stones and Calumnies destroy : Some gather Flints , and some the Victim ty'd Ready for Sacrifice : He loudly cry'd , Heaven bless the King ! And I forgive ye all ; O! may this Innocent Blood no Vengeance call On you , my Brethren — Off'ring more to say , A murdring show'r of Stones took Voice and Life away . Thus Naboth fell — Kind Heaven ! so may I fall ; Rather than stand so high , and Criminal , As covetous Achab , and his bloody Queen ; Or serve the Malice of such Lust and Spleen ; Or judge with Arod , or with Malchus swear ; Or with the Rabble opprest Vertue tear . Naboth ! though cast thou art by Humane Laws , Heaven's Writ of Errour has remov'd thy Cause , And judg'd it so , that it shall stand from hence A lasting Record of wrong'd Innocence . All to thy Ashes shall their Duty pay , Friends shall their Tears , Foes weep their Blood away ; For lo ! the great Elijah , Heaven's Envoy , Has now surpris'd them in their guilty joy , Caught in the very Fact , and Place , where they Rejoice , pluming , and hovering o're the Prey : What ? have I found you in this Field of Blood , ( For so thy Title to 't shall be made good , More by thine own , than Naboth's ) graceless King ! I from thy dreadful Judge thy Sentence bring , ( Says Heaven's bold Herald . ) Achab heartless grew ; And the Queens Fears did all her Pride subdue , At this loud Thunder-stroke . Know ( wretched Pair ) ( Continues he ) The Vultures in the Air , Wolves in the Field shall be the living Tomb Of all that 's born from Jezebel's curs'd Womb : And Achab's Seed shall be the worthy Food Of Birds and Beasts that live by Prey and Blood. Thy Race no more shall mix with Human Kind , But nourish Beasts , and so with them be join'd . Thou , Achab , here in this ill-purchas'd Ground , Shalt bleed thy last , from a fresh , mortal wound ; Mastifs shall lick thy Blood ; and it shall be As sweet to them , as Naboth's Blood to thee . And thou ( curst Woman ) Eve , and Serpent too ; Cause of thine own , and of thy Husband's woe , Thy broken Limbs , and into pieces rent , Shall be of Dogs the Food and Excrement : Low falls thy Body , lower thy Soul will sink ; Thy Memory ever shall remain , and stink . And so he left them Thunder-struck and dumb ; Stung with their present Guilt , and Fate to come . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A35335-e150 〈…〉 v. 42. v. 13. 28. v. 34. Chap. 21. v. 2. v. 3. v. 4. v. 5. v. 6. v. 6. v. 7. v. 7. v. 7. v. 8. v. 10. ● . 10. v. 10. v. 12. v. 12. v. 13. v. 13. v. 13. * Poet speaks . v. 13. v. 13. v. 19. v. 18. v. 20. v. 19. v. 24. v. 19. v. 23. 2 K. c. 9. v. 33.