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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

sweet an unity If sudden storms the day invade They flock about him to the shade Where wisely they expect the end Giving the tempest time to spend And hard by shelters on some bough Hilarion's servant the sage Crow O purer years of light and grace The diff'rence is great as the space 'Twixt you and us who blindly run After false-fires and leave the Sun Is not fair Nature of her self Much richer than dull paint or pelf And are not streams at the Spring-head More sweet than in carv'd Stone or Lead But fancy and some Artist's tools Frame a Religion for fools The truth which once was plainly taught With thorns and briars now is fraught Some part is with bold Fables spotted Some by strange Comments wildly blotted And discord old Corruption's Crest With blood and blame hath stain'd the rest So Snow which in its first descents A whiteness like pure heav'n presents When touch'd by Man is quickly soil'd And after trodden down and spoil'd O lead me where I may be free In truth and Spirit to serve thee Where undisturb'd I may converse With thy great self and there rehearse Thy gifts with thanks and from thy store Who art all blessings beg much more Give me the Wisdom of the Bee And her unwearied Industry That from the wild Gourds of these days I may extract Health and thy praise Who can'st turn darkness into light And in my weakness shew thy might Suffer me not in any want To seek refreshment from a Plant Thou did'st not set since all must be Pluck'd up whose growth is not from thee 'T is not the garden and the Bowrs Nor fense and forms that give to 〈◊〉 Their wholsomness but thy good will Which truth and pureness purchase still Then since corrupt man hath driv'n hence Thy kind and saving Influence And Balm is no more to be had In all the Coasts of Gilead Go with me to the shade and cell Where thy best Servants once did dwell There let me know thy Will and see Exil'd Religion own'd by thee For thou can'st turn dark Grots to Halls And make Hills blossome like the vales Decking their untill'd heads with flow'rs And fresh delights for all sad hours Till from them like 〈◊〉 Bee I may fly home and hive with thee To Christian Religion FArewel thou true and tried Refection Of the still poor and meek Election Farewel Souls Joy the quickning health Of Spirits and their secret wealth Farewel my Morning-star the bright And dawning looks of the true Light O blessed shiner tell me whither Thou will be gone when night comes hither A Seer that observ'd thee in Thy 〈◊〉 and watch'd the growth of Sin Hath giv'n his Judgment and foretold That West-ward hence thy Course will hold And when the day with us is done There fix and shine a glorious Sun O hated shades and darkness when You have got here the Sway agen And like unwholsome fogs withstood The light and blasted all that 's good Who shall the happy shepherds be To watch the next Nativity Of Truth and brightness and make way For the returning rising day O! what year will bring back our bliss Or who shall live when God doth this Thou Rock of Ages and the Rest Of all that for thee are opprest Send down the Spirit of thy truth That Spirit which the tender Youth And first growths of thy Spouse did spread Through all the world from one small head Then if to blood we must resist Let thy mild Dove and our high Priest Help us when man proves false or frowns To bear the Cross and save our Crowns O! honour those that honour thee Make Babes to still the Enemy And teach an Infant of few days To perfect by his death thy praise Let none defile what thou did'st wed Nor tear the garland from her head But chast and chearful let her dye And pretious in the Bridegrooms Eye So to thy glory and her praise These last shall be her brightest dayes Revel Chap. last vers 17. The Spirit and the Bride say Come DAPHNIS An Elegiac Eclogue The Interlocutors Damon Menalcas Da. WHat clouds Menalcas do oppress thybrow Flow'rs in a Sunshine never look so low Is Nisa still cold Flint or have thy Lambs Met with the Fox by straying from their Dams Men. Ah! Damon no my Lambs are safe she Is kind and much more white than they can be But what doth life when most serene afford Without a worm which gnaws her fairest gourd Our days of gladness are but short reliefs Giv'n to reserve us for enduring griefs So smiling Calms close Tempests breed wch break Like spoilers out and kill our flocks when weak I heard last May and May is still high Spring The pleasant Philomel her Vespers sing 〈◊〉 green wood glitter'd with the golden Sun And all the West like Silver shin'd not one Black cloud no rags nor spots did stain The Welkins beauty nothing frown'd like rain But e're night came that Scene of fine sights turn'd To fierce dark showrs the Air with lightnings burn'd The woods sweet Syren rudely thus opprest Gave to the Storm her weak and weary Breast I saw her next day on her last cold bed And Daphnis so just so is Daphnis dead Da. So Violets so doth the Primrose fall At once the Springs pride and its funeral Such easy sweets get off still in their prime And stay not here to wear the soil of Time While courser Flow'rs which none would miss if past To scorching Summers and cold Autumns last Men. Souls need not time the early forward things Are always fledg'd and gladly use their Wings Or else great parts when injur'd quit the Crowd To shine above still not behind the Cloud And is 't not just to leave those to the night That madly hate and persecute the light Who doubly dark all Negroes do exceed And inwardly are true black Moores indeed Da The punishment still manifests the Sin As outward signs shew the disease within While worth opprest mounts to a nobler height And Palm-like bravely overtops the weight So where swift Isca from our lofty hills With lowd farewels descends and foming fills A wider Channel like some great port 〈◊〉 With large rich streams to feed the humble plain I saw an Oak whose stately height and shade Projected far a goodly shelter made And from the top with thick diffused Boughs In distant rounds grew like a Wood-nymphs house Here many Garlands won at Roundel-lays Old shepheards hung up in those happy days With knots and girdles the dear spoils and dress Of such bright maids as did true lovers bless And many times had old Amphion made His beauteous Flock acquainted with this shade A Flock whose fleeces were as smooth and white As those the wellkin shews in Moonshine night Here when the careless world did sleep have I In dark records and numbers noblie high The visions of our black but brightest Bard From old Amphion's mouth full often heard With all those

minds And yet do what thou can'st to hide A bad trees fruit will be describ'd For that foul guilt which first took place In his dark heart now damns his face And makes those Eyes where life should dwell Look like the pits of Death and Hell Bloud whose rich purple shews and seals Their faith in Moors in him reveals A blackness at the heart and is Turn'd Inke to write his faithlesness Only his lips with bloud look red As if asham'd of what they sed Then since he wears in a dark skin The shadows of his hell within Expose him no more to the light But thine own Epitaph thus write Here burst and dead and unregarded Lyes Fida's heart O well rewarded To the Editor of the matchless Orinda LOng since great witts have left the Stage Unto the Drollers of the age And noble numbers with good sense Are like good works grown an offence While much of verfe worse than old story Speaks but Jack-Pudding or John-Dory Such trash-admirers made us poor And Pyes turn'd Poets out of door For the nice Spirit of rich verse Which scorns absurd and low commerce Although a flame from heav'n if shed On Rooks or Daws warms no such head Or else the Poet like bad priest Is seldom good but when opprest And wit as well as piety Doth thrive best in adversity For since the thunder left our air Their Laurels look not half so fair However 't is 't were worse than rude Not to profess our gratitude And debts to thee who at so low An Ebbe do'st make us thus to flow And when we did a Famine fear Hast blest us with a fruitful year So while the world his absence mourns The glorious Sun at last returns And with his kind and vital looks Warms the cold Earth and frozen brooks Puts drowsie nature into play And rids impediments away Till Flow'rs and Fruits and spices through Her pregnant lap get up and grow But if among those sweet things we A miracle like that could see Which nature brought but once to pass A Muse such as Orinda was Phoebus himself won by these charms Would give her up into thy arms And recondemn'd to kiss his Tree Yield the young Goddess unto thee Upon sudden news of the much lamented death of Judge Trevers LEarning and Law your Day is done And your work too you may be gone Trever that lov'd you hence is fled And Right which long lay Sick is dead Trever whose rare and envied part Was both a wise and winning heart Whose sweet civilitys could move Tartars and Goths to noblest love Bold Vice and blindness now dare act And like the gray groat pass though crack't While those sage lips lye dumb and cold VVhose words are well-weigh'd and tried gold O how much to descreet desires Differs pure Light from foolish fires But nasty Dregs out last the Wine And after Sun-set Gloworms shine To Etesia for Timander the first Sight What smiling Star in that fair Night Which gave you Birth gave me this Sight And with a kind Aspect tho keen Made me the Subject you the Queen That sparkling Planet is got now Into your Eyes and shines below Where nearer force and more acute It doth dispence without dispute For I who yesterday did know Loves fire no more than doth cool Snow with one bright look am since undone Yet must adore and seek my Sun Before I walk'd free as the wind And if but stay'd like it unkind I could like daring Eagles gaze And not be blinded by a face For what I saw till I saw thee Was only not deformity Such shapes appear compar'd with thine In Arras or a tavern-sign And do but mind me to explore A fairer piece that is in store So some hang Ivy to their Wine To signify there is a Vine Those princely Flow'rs by no storms vex'd Which smile one day and droop the next The gallant Tulip and the Rose Emblems which some use to disclose Bodyed Idea's their weak grace Is meer imposture to thy face For nature in all things but thee Did practise only Sophistry Or else she made them to express How she could vary in her dress But thou wert form'd that we might see Perfection not Variety Have you observ'd how the Day-star Sparkles and smiles and shines from far Then to the gazer doth convey A silent but a piercing Ray So wounds my love but that her Eys Are in Effects the better Skys A brisk bright Agent from them Streams Arm'd with no arrows but their beams And with such stillness smites our hearts No noise betrays him nor his darts He working on my easie Soul Did soon persuade and then controul And now he flyes and I conspire Through all my blood with wings of fire And when I would which will be never With cold despair allay the fever The spiteful thing Etesia names And that new-fuells all my flames The Character to Etesia GO catch the Phoenix and then bring A quill drawn for me from his wing Give me a Maiden-beautie's Bloud A pure rich Crimson without mudd In whose sweet Blushes that may live Which a dull verse can never give Now for an untouch'd spottles white For blackest things on paper write Etesia at thine own Expence Give me the Robes of innocence Could we but see a Spring to run Pure Milk as sometimes Springs have done And in the Snow-white streams it sheds Carnations wash their bloudy heads While ev'ry Eddy that came down Did as thou do'st both smile and frown Such objects and so fresh would be But dull Resemblances of thee Thou art the dark worlds Morning-star Seen only and seen but from far Where like Astronomers we gaze Upon the glories of thy face But no acquaintance more can have Though all our lives we watch and Crave Thou art a world thy self alone Yea three great worlds refin'd to one Which shews all those and in thine Eyes The shining East and Paradise Thy Soul a Spark of the first Fire Is like the Sun the worlds desire And with a nobler influence Works upon all that claim to sense But in 〈◊〉 hath no fever And in frosts is chearful ever As Flowr's besides their curious dress Rich odours have and 〈◊〉 Which tacitely infuse desire And ev'n oblige us to admire Such and so full of innocence Are all the Charms thou do'st dispence And like fair Nature without Arts At once they seize and please our hearts O thou art such that I could be A lover to Idolatry I could and should from heav'n stray But that thy life shews mine the way And leave a while the Diety To serve his Image here in thee To Etesia looking from her Casement at the full Moon See you that beauteous Queen which no age 〈◊〉 Her Train is Azure set with golden flames My brighter fair fix on the East your Eyes And view that bed of Clouds whence she doth rise Above all others in that one short hour Which most concern'd in she had greatest 〈◊〉 This