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A64749	Thalia rediviva the pass-times and diversions of a countrey-muse, in choice poems on several occasions : with some learned remains of the eminent Eugenius Philalethes, never made publick till now.	Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695.; J. W.; Vaughan, Thomas, 1622-1666. Viri insignissimi et poetarum.	1678 (1678)	Wing V127; ESTC R1483	43,453	114

all Their poor Men-mules sent thither by hard fate To yoke our selves for their Sedans and State Of all ambitions this was not the least VVhose drift translated man into a beast VVhat blind discourse the Heroes did afford This Lady was their Friend and such a Lord. How much of Blood was in it one could tell He came from Bevis and his Arundel Morglay was yet with him and he could do More feats with it than his old Grandsire too Wonders my Friend at this what is 't to thee Who canst produce a nobler Pedigree And in meer truth affirm thy Soul of kin To some bright Star or to a Cherubin When these in their profuse moods spend the night With the same sins they drive away the light Thy learned thrift puts her to use while she Reveals her firy Volume unto thee And looking on the separated skies And their clear Lamps with careful thoughts eyes Thou break'st through Natures upmost rooms bars To Heav'n and there conversest with the Stars Well fare such harmless happy nights that be Obscur'd with nothing but their privacie And missing but the false world's glories do Miss all those vices which attend them too Fret not to hear their ill-got ill-giv'n praise Thy darkest nights outshine their brightest dayes On Sir Thomas Bodley's Library the Author being then in Oxford Boast not proud Golgotha that thou can'st show The ruines of mankind and let us know How fraile a thing is flesh though we see there But empty Skulls the Rabbins still live here They are not dead but full of Blood again I mean the Sense and ev'ry Line a Vein Triumph not o're their Dust whoever looks In here shall find their Brains all in their Books Nor is 't old Palestine alone survives Atbens lives here more than in Plutarch's lives The stones which sometimes danc'd unto the strain Of Orpheus here do lodge his muse again And you the Roman Spirits learning has Made your lives longer than your Empire was Caesar had perish'd from the World of men Had not his Sword been rescu'd by his pen. Rare Seneca how lasting is thy breath Though Nero did thou could'st not bleed to Death How dull the expert Tyrant was to look For that in thee which lived in thy Book Afflictions turn our Blood to Ink and we Commence when Writing our Eternity Lucilius here I can behold and see His Counsels and his Life proceed from thee But what care I to whom thy Letters be I change the Name and thou do'st write to me And in this Age as sad almost as thine Thy stately Consolations are mine Poor Earth what though thy viler dust enrouls The frail Inclosures of these mighty Souls Their graves are all upon Record not one But is as bright and open as the Sun And though some part of them obscurely fell And perish'd in an unknown private Cell Yet in their books they found a glorious way To live unto the Resurrection-day Most noble Bodley we are bound to thee For no small part of our Eternity Thy treasure was not spent on Horse and Hound Nor that new Mode which doth old States confound Thy legacies another way did go Nor were they left to those would spend them so Thy safe discreet Expence on us did flow Walsam is in the mid'st of Oxford now Th' hast made us all thine Heirs whatever we Hereafter write 't is thy Posterity This is thy Monument here thou shalt stand Till the times fail in their last grain of Sand. And wheresoe're thy silent Reliques keep This Tomb will never let thine honour sleep Still we shall think upon thee all our fame Meets here to speak one Letter of thy name Thou can'st not dye here thou art more than safe Where every Book is thy large Epitaph The importunate Fortune written to Doctor Powel of Cantre FOr shame desist why should'st thou seek my fall It cannot make thee more Monarchical Leave off thy Empire is already built To ruine me were to inlarge thy guilt Not thy Prerogative I am not he Must be the measure to thy victory The Fates hatch more for thee 't were a disgrace If in thy Annals I should make a Clause The future Ages will disclose such men Shall be the glory and the end of them Nor do I flatter So long as there be Descents in Nature or Posterity There must be Fortunes whether they be good As swimming in thy Tide and plenteous Flood Or stuck fast in the shallow Ebb when we Miss to deferve thy gorgeous charity Thus Fortune the great World thy period is Nature and you are Parallels in this But thou wilt urge me still Away be gone I am resolv'd I will not be undone I scorn thy trash and thee nay more I do Despise my self because thy Subject too Name me Heir to thy malice and I 'le be Thy hate 's the best Inheritance for me I care not for your wondrous Hat and Purse Make me a Fortunatus with thy Curse How careful of my self then should I be Were I neglected by the world and thee Why do'st thou tempt me with thy dirty Ore And with thy Riches make my Soul so poor My Fancy's pris'ner to thy Gold and thee Thy favours rob me of my liberty I 'le to my Speculations Is 't best To be confin'd to some dark narrow chest And Idolize thy Stamps when I may be Lord of all Nature and not slave to thee The world 's my Palace I 'le contemplate there And make my progress into ev'ry Sphere The Chambers of the Air are mine those three Well furnish'd Stories my possession be I hold them all in Capite and stand Propt by my Fancy there I scorn your Land It lies so far below me Here I see How all the Sacred Stars do circle me Thou to the Great giv'st rich Food and I do VVant no Content I feed on Manna too They have their Tapers I gaze without fear On flying Lamps and flaming Comets here Their wanton flesh in Silks and Purple Shrouds And Fancy wraps me in a Robe of Clouds There some delicious beauty they may woo And I have Nature for my Mistris too But these are mean the Archtype I can see And humbly touch the hem of Majestie The power of my Soul is such I can Expire and so analyse all that's man First my dull Clay I give unto the Earth Our common Mother which gives all their birth My growing Faculties I send as soon VVhence first I took them to the humid Moon All Subtilties and every cunning Art To witty Mercury I do impart Those fond Affections which made me a slave To handsome Faces Venus thou shalt have And saucy Pride if there was ought in me Sol I return it to thy Royalty My daring Rashness and Presumptions be To Mars himself an equal Legacy My ill-plac'd Avarice sure 't is but small Jove to thy Flames I do bequeath it all And my false Magic which I did believe And mystic Lyes to Saturn I do

Thalia rediviva THE Pass-Times and Diversions OF A COUNTREY-MUSE In Choice POEMS On several Occasions WITH Some Learned Remains of the Eminent Eugenius Philalethes Never made Publick till now Nec erubuit sylvas habitare Thalia Virgil. Licensed Roger L'Estrange London Printed for Robert Pawlet at the Bible in Chancery-lane near Fleetstreet 1678. TO THE Most Honourable and truly Noble HENRY Lord Marquis and Earl of WORCESTER c. My Lord THough Dedications are now become a kind of Tyranny over the Peace and Repose of great Men yet I have confidence I shall so manage the present Address as to entertain your Lordship without much disturbance and because my purposes are govern'd by deep Respect and Veneration I hope to find your Lordship more facile and accessible And I am already absolv'd from a great part of that fulsome and designing guilt being sufficiently remov'd from the causes of it for I consider my Lord that you are already so well known to the World in your several Characters and advantages of Honour it was yours by traduction and the adjunct of your Nativity you were swaddl'd and rock'd in 't bred up and grew in 't to your now wonderful height and eminence that for me under pretence of the inscription to give you the heraldry of your family or to carry your person through the fam'd Topicks of Mind Body or Estate were all one as to perswade the World that Fire and Light were very bright Bodies or that the Luminaries themselves had Glory In point of Protection I beg to fall in with the common wont and to be satisfied by the reasonableness of the thing and abundant worthy precedents and although I should have secret prophecy and assurance that the ensuing Verse would live eternally yet would I as I now do humbly crave it might be fortifi'd with your Patronage for so the Sextile Aspects and Influences are watch'd for and applied to the actions of Life thereby to make the Scheme and good Auguries of the Birth pass into Fate and a success infallible My Lord By a happy obliging Intercession and your own consequent Iudulgence I have now recourse to your Lordship hopeing I shall not much displease by putting these Twin Poets into your Hands The Minion and Vertical Planet of the Roman Lustre and Bravery was never better pleased than when he had a whole Constellation about him not his finishing Five several Wars to the promoting of his own Interest nor particularly the prodigious success at Actium where he held in chase the Wealth Beauty and Prowess of the East not the Triumphs and absolute Dominions which followed all this gave him not half that serene Pride and Satisfaction of Spirit as when he retir'd himself to umpire the different Excellencies of his insipid Friends and to distribute Lawrels among his Poetick Heroes If now upon the Authority of this and several such Examples I had the Ability and Opportunity of drawing the Value and strange Worth of a Poet and withall of applying some of the Lineaments to the following pieces I should then do my self a real Service and attone in a great measure for the present insolence But best of all will it serve my Defence and Interest to appeal to your Lordships own conceptions and image of Genuine Verse with which so just so regular Original if these Copies shall hold proportion and resemblance then am I advanced very far in your Lordships pardon the rest will entirely be supplied me by your Lordships Goodness and my own awful Zeal of being My Lord Your Lordships most obedient most humbly devoted Servant J. W. To the Reader THE Nation of Poets above all Writers 〈◊〉 ever 〈◊〉 perpetuity of Name or as they please by their Charter of Liberty to call it Immortality Nor has the World much 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 claim either easily resigning a Patrimony in it self not very substantial or it may be 〈◊〉 of despair to controule the authority of Inspiration and Oracle Howsoevert he price as now quarrell'd for among the Poets themselves is no such rich bargain 't is only a vanishing interest in the Lees and Dreggs of Time in the Rear of those Fathers and 〈◊〉 in the Art who if they know any thing of the heats and fury of their Successors must extreamly pity them I am to assure that the Author has no portion of that aiery happiness to lose by any 〈◊〉 or unkindness which may be done to his Verse his Reputation is better 〈◊〉 in the sentiment of several judicious Persons who know him very well able to give himself a lasting Monument by undertaking any Argument of note in the whole Circle of Learning But even these his Diversions have been valuable with the matchless Orinda and 〈◊〉 they deserv'd 〈◊〉 esteem and commendations who so thinks them not worth the publishing will put himself in the 〈◊〉 Scale where his own arrogance will blow him up I. W. To Mr. Henry Vaughan the Silurist upon these and his former Poems HAd I ador'd the Multitude and thence Got an Antipathy to wit and sence And hugg'd that Fate in hope the World would grant 'T was good Affection to the Ignorant Yet the least Ray of thy bright fancy seen I had converted or excuseless been For each Birth of thy Muse to after-times Shall expiate for all this Ages Crimes First shines thy 〈◊〉 twice crown'd by thee Once by 〈◊〉 Love next by thy Poetrie Where thou the best of Unions dost dispense Truth cloath'd in Wit and Love in Innocence So that the muddie Lover may learn here No Fountains can be sweet that are not clear There 〈◊〉 by thee reviv'd declares 〈◊〉 flat man's Joys are and how mean his Cares And wisely doth upbraid the World that they Should such a value for their ruine pay But when thy sacred Muse diverts her Quill The Landskip to design of Sions Hill As nothing else was worthy her or thee So we admire almost 〈◊〉 ' Idolatrie What savage Breast would not be rap'd to find Such Jewels in such Cabinets enshrin'd Thou fill'd with joys too great to see or count Descend'st from thence like Moses from the Mount And with a candid yet unquestion'd awe 〈◊〉 the Golden Age when Verse was Law Instructing us thou so secur'st thy Fame That nothing can disturb it but my name Nay I have hopes that standing so near thine 'T will loose its dross and by degrees refine Live till the disabused World consent All Truths of Use of Strength or Ornament Are with such Harmony by thee display'd As the whole World was first by number made And from the charming rigour thy Muse brings Learn there 's no pleasure but in serious things Orinda Upon the Ingenious Poems of his Learned Friend Mr. Henry Vaughan the Silurist FAirly design'd to charm our Civil Rage With Verse and plant Bayes in an Iron Age. But hath steel'd Mars so ductible a Soul That Love and Poesie may it controule Yes brave Tyrtaeus as we read of old The Grecian Armies