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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A64747	Silex scintillans, or, Sacred poems and priuate eiaculations by Henry Vaughan ...	Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695.	1650 (1650)	Wing V125; ESTC R148	39,558	109

slaine So mild a Lamb can never be 'Midst so much bloud and Crueltie I 'le to the Wilderness and can Find beasts more mercifull then man He liv'd there safe 't was his retreat From the fierce Jew and Herods heat And forty dayes withstood the fell And high temptations of hell With Seraphins there talked he His fathers flaming ministrie He heav'nd their walks and with his eyes Made those wild shades a Paradise Thus was the desert sanctified To be the refuge of his bride I 'le thither then see It is day The Sun 's broke through to guide my way But as I urg'd thus and writ down What pleasures should my Journey crown What silent paths what shades and Cells Faire virgin-flowers and hallow'd Wells I should rove in and rest my head Where my deare Lord did often tread Sugring all dangers with successe Me thought I heard one singing thus 1. Leave leave thy gadding thoughts Who Pores and spies Still out of Doores descries Within them nought 2. The skinne and shell of things Though faire are not Thy wish nor Pray'r but got By meere Despaire of wings 3. To rack old Elements Or Dust and say Sure here he must needs stay Is not the way nor Just Search well another world who studies this Travels in Clouds seekes Manna where none is Acts Cap. 17. ve 27 28. That they should seeke the Lord if happily they might feele after him and find him though he be not far off from every one of us for in him we live and move and have our being Isaacs Marriage Gen. cap. 24. ver. 63. And Isaac went out to pray in the field at the Even-tide and he lift up his eyes and saw and behold the Camels were comming PRaying and to be married It was rare But now 't is monstrous and that pious care Though of our selves is so much out of date That to renew 't were to degenerate But thou a Chosen sacrifice wert given And offer'd up so early unto heaven Thy flames could not be out Religion was Ray'd into thee like beames into a glasse Where as thou grewst it multiply'd and shin'd The sacred Constellation of thy mind But being for a bride sure prayer was Very strange stuffe wherewith to court thy lasse Had'st ne'r an oath nor Complement thou wert An odde corse sutor Hadst thou but the art Of these our dayes thou couldst have coyn'd thee twenty New sev'rall oathes and Complements too plenty O sad and wild excesse and happy those White dayes that durst no impious mirth expose When sinne by sinning oft had not lost sence Nor bold-fac'd custome banish'd Innocence Thou hadst no pompous traine nor Antick crowd Of young gay swearers with their needless lowd Retinue All was here smooth as thy bride And calme like her or that mild Evening-tide Yet hadst thou nobler guests Angels did wind And rove about thee guardians of thy mind These fetch'd thee home thy bride and all the way Advis'd thy servant what to doe and say These taught him at the Well and thither brought The Chast and lovely object of thy thought But here was ne'r a Complement not one Spruce supple cringe or study'd looke put on All was plaine modest truth Nor did she come In rowles and Curles mincing and stately dumbe But in a frighted virgin-blush approach'd Fresh as the morning when 't is newly Coach'd O sweet divine simplicity O grace Beyond a Curled lock or painted face A Pitcher too she had nor thought it much To carry that which some would scorn to touch With which in mild chast language she did wooe To draw him drinke and for his Camels too And now thou knewst her comming It was time To get thee wings on and devoutly climbe Unto thy God for Marriage of all states Makes most unhappy or most fortunates This brought thee forth where now thou didst undresse Thy soule and with new pinions refresh Her wearied wings which so restor'd did flye Above the stars a track unknown and high And in her piercing flight perfum'd the ayre Scatt'ring the Myrrhe and Incense of thy pray'r So from * Lahai-roi's Well some spicie cloud Woo'd by the Sun swels up to be his shrowd And from his moist wombe weeps a fragrant showre Which scatter'd in a thousand pearls each flowre And herb partakes where having stood awhile And something coold the parch'd and thirstie Isle The thankfull Earth unlocks her selfe and blends A thousand odours which all mixt she sends Up in one cloud and so returnes the skies That dew they lent a breathing sacrifice Thus soar'd thy soul who though young didst inherit Together with his bloud thy fathers spirit Whose active zeale and tryed faith were to thee Familiar ever since thy Infancie Others were tym'd and train'd up to 't but thou Didst thy swift years in piety out-grow Age made them rev'rend and a snowie head But thou wert so e're time his snow could shed Then who would truly limne thee out must paint First a young Patriarch then a marry'd Saint The Brittish Church AH he is fled And while these here their mists and shadowes hatch My glorious head Doth on those hills of Myrrhe and Incense watch Hast hast my deare The Souldiers here Cast in their lotts againe That seamless coat The Iewes touch'd not These dare divide and staine 2. O get thee wings or if as yet untill these clouds depart And the day springs Thou think'st it good to tarry where thou art Write in thy bookes My ravish'd looks Slain flock and pillag'd fleeces And haste thee so As a young Roe Upon the mounts of spices O Rosa Campi O lilium Convallium quomodò nunc facta es pabulum Aprorum The Lampe 'T Is dead night round about Horrour doth creepe And move on with the shades stars nod and sleepe And through the dark aire spin a firie thread Such as doth gild the lazie glow-worms bed Yet burn'st thou here a full day while I spend My rest in Cares and to the dark world lend These flames as thou dost thine to me I watch That houre which must thy life and mine dispatch But still thou doest out-goe me I can see Met in thy flames all acts of piety Thy light is Charity Thy heat is Zeale And thy aspiring active fires reveale Devotion still on wing Then thou dost weepe Still as thou burn'st and the warme droppings creepe To measure out thy length as if thou 'dst know What stock and how much time were left thee now Nor dost thou spend one teare in vain for still As thou dissolv'st to them and they distill They 're stor'd up in the socket where they lye When all is spent thy last and sure supply And such is true repentance ev'ry breath Wee spend in sighes is treasure after death Only one point escapes thee That thy Oile Is still out with thy flame and so both faile But when soe're I 'm out both shal be in And where thou mad'st an end there I 'le begin Mark Cap. 13.

leave To do the like our Bodies but forerun The spirits duty True hearts spread and heave Unto their God as flow'rs do to the Sun Give him thy first thoughts then so shalt thou keep Him company all day and in him sleep Yet never sleep the Sun up Prayer shou'd Dawn with the day There are set awful hours 'Twixt heaven and us The Manna was not good After Sun-rising far-day sullies flowres Rise to prevent the Sun sleep doth sins glut And heav'ns gate opens when this world 's is shut Walk with thy fellow-creatures note the hush And whispers amongst them There 's not a Spring Or Leafe but hath his Morning-hymn Each Bush And Oak doth know I AM canst thou not sing O leave thy Cares and follies go this way And thou art sure to prosper all the day Serve God before the world let him not go Until thou hast a blessing then resigne The whole unto him and remember who Prevail'd by wrestling ere the Sun did shine Poure Oyle upon the stones weep for thy sin Then journey on and have an eie to heav'n Mornings are Mysteries the first worlds Youth Mans Resurrection and the futures Bud Shrowd in their births The Crown of life light truth Is stil'd their starre the stone and hidden food Three blessings wait upon them two of which Should move They make us holy happy rich When the world 's up and ev'ry swarm abroad Keep thou thy temper mix not with each Clay Dispatch necessities life hath a load Which must be carri'd on and safely may Yet keep those cares without thee let the heart Be Gods alone and choose the better part Through all thy Actions Counsels and Discourse Let Mildness and Religion guide thee out If truth be thine what needs a brutish force But what 's not good and just ne'r go about Wrong not thy Conscience for a rotten stick That gain is dreadful which makes spirits sick To God thy Countrie and thy friend be true If Priest and People change keep thou thy ground Who sels Religion is a Judas Jew And oathes once broke the soul cannot be sound The perjurer's a devil let loose what can Tie up his hands that dares mock God and man Seek not the same steps with the Crowd stick thou To thy sure trot a Constant humble mind Is both his own Joy and his Makers too Let folly dust it on or lag behind A sweet self-privacy in a right soul Out-runs the Earth and lines the utmost pole To all that seek thee bear an open heart Make not thy breast a Labyrinth or Trap If tryals come this wil make good thy part For honesty is safe come what can hap It is the good mans feast The prince of flowres Which thrives in storms and smels best after showres Seal not thy Eyes up from the poor but give Proportion to their Merits and thy Purse Thou mai'st in Rags a mighty Prince relieve Who when thy sins call for 't can fence a Curse Thou shalt not lose one mite Though waters stray The Bread we cast returns in fraughts one day Spend not an hour so as to weep another For tears are not thine own If thou giv'st words Dash not thy friend nor Heav'n O smother A vip'rous thought some Syllables are Swords Unbitted tongues are in their penance double They shame their owners and the hearers trouble Injure not modest bloud whose spirits rise In judgement against Lewdness that 's base wit That voyds but filth and stench Hast thou no prize But sickness or Infection stiflle it Who makes his jests of sins must be at least If not a very devill worse than a Beast Yet fly no friend if he be such indeed But meet to quench his Longings and thy Thirst Allow your Joyes Religion That done speed And bring the same man back thou wert all first Who so returns not cannot pray aright But shuts his door and leaves God out all night To highten thy Devotions and keep low All mutinous thoughts what busines e'r thou hast Observe God in his works here fountains flow Birds sing Beasts feed Fish leap and th' Earth stands fast Above are restles motions running Lights Vast Circling Azure giddy Clouds days nights When Seasons change then lay before thine Eys His wondrous Method mark the various Scenes In heav'n Hail Thunder Rain-bows Snow and Ice Calmes Tempests Light and darknes by his means Thou canst not misse his Praise Each tree herb flowre Are shadows of his wisedome and his Pow'r To meales when thou doest come give him the praise Whose Arm supply'd thee Take what may suffice And then be thankful O admire his ways Who fils the worlds unempty'd granaries A thankles feeder is a Theif his feast A very Robbery and himself no guest High-noon thus past thy time decays provide Thee other thoughts Away with friends and mirth The Sun now stoops and hasts his beams to hide Under the dark and melancholy Earth All but preludes thy End Thou art the man Whose Rise hight and Descent is but a span Yet set as he doth and 't is well Have all Thy Beams home with thee trim thy Lamp buy Oyl And then set forth who is thus drest The Fall Furthers his glory and gives death the foyl Man is a Summers day whose youth and fire Cool to a glorious Evening and Expire When night comes list thy deeds make plain the way 'Twixt Heaven and thee block it not with delays But perfect all before thou sleep'st Then say Ther 's one Sun more strung on my Bead of days What 's good score up for Joy The bad wel scann'd Wash off with tears and get thy Masters hand Thy Accounts thus made spend in the grave one houre Before thy time Be not a stranger there Where thou may'st sleep whole ages Lifes poor flowr Lasts not a night sometimes Bad spirits fear This Coversation But the good man lyes Intombed many days before he dyes Being laid and drest for sleep Close not thy Eys Up with thy Curtains Give thy soul the wing In some good thoughts So when the day shall rise And thou unrak'st thy fire those sparks will bring New flames Besides where these lodge vain heats mourn And die That Bush where God is shall not burn When thy Nap 's over stir thy fire unrake In that dead age one beam i' th' dark outvies Two in the day Then from the Damps and Ake Of night shut up thy leaves be Chast God prys Through thickest nights Though then the Sun be far Do thou the works of Day and rise a Star Briefly Doe as thou would'st be done unto Love God and Love thy Neighbour Watch and Pray These are the Words and Works of life This do And live who doth not thus hath lost Heav'ns way O lose it not look up wilt Change those Lights For Chains of Darknes and Eternal Nights Corruption SUre It was so Man in those early days Was not all stone and Earth He shin'd a little and by those weak Rays