Poem by John Milton

On the Lord Gen. Fairfax at the Seige of Colchester

Fairfax, whose name in armes through Europe rings
Filling each mouth with envy, or with praise,
And all her jealous monarchs with amaze,
And rumors loud, that daunt remotest kings,
Thy firm unshak'n vertue ever brings
Victory home, though new rebellions raise
Their Hydra heads, & the fals North displaies
Her brok'n league, to impe their serpent wings,
O yet a nobler task awaites thy hand;
Yet what can Warr, but endless warr still breed,
Till Truth, & Right from Violence be freed,
And Public Faith cleard from the shamefull brand
Of Public Fraud. In vain doth Valour bleed
While Avarice, & Rapine share the land. 

1. To the Lord General Fairfax
2. Psalm 3 (Lord how many are my foes)
3. Psalm 4 (Answer me when I call)
4. Psalm 114 (When the blest seed of Terah's faithful Son)
5. Paradise Lost : Book 11

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