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Silex scintillans, or, Sacred poems and priuate eiaculations by Henry Vaughan ...
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Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695.
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faithfull grave Thus Lazarus was carried out of town For 't is our foes chief art By distance all good objects first to drown And then besiege the heart But I will be my own Deaths-head and though The flatt'rer say I live Because Incertainties we cannot know Be sure not to believe Peace MY Soul there is a Countrie Far beyond the stars Where stands a winged Centrie All skilfull in the wars There above noise and danger Sweet peace sits crown'd with smiles And one born in a Manger Commands the Beauteous files He is thy gracious friend And O my Soul awake Did in pure love descend To die here for thy sake If thou canst get but thither There growes the flowre of peace The Rose that cannot wither Thy fortresse and thy ease Leave then thy foolish ranges For none can thee secure But one who never changes Thy God thy life thy Cure The Passion O My chief good My dear dear God! When thy blest bloud Did Issue forth forc'd by the Rod What pain didst thou Feel in each blow How didst thou weep And thy self steep In thy own precious saving teares What cruell smart Did teare thy heart How didst thou grone it In the spirit O thou whom my soul Loves and feares 2. Most blessed Vine Whose juice so good I feel as Wine But thy faire branches felt as bloud How wert thou prest To be my feast In what deep anguish Didst thou languish What springs of Sweat and bloud did drown thee How in one path Did the full wrath Of thy great Father Crowd and gather Doubling thy griefs when none would own thee 3. How did the weight Of all our sinnes And death unite To wrench and Rack thy blessed limbes How pale and bloudie Lookt thy Body How bruis'd and broke With every stroke How meek and patient was thy spirit How didst thou cry And grone on high Father forgive And let them live I dye to make my foes inherit 4. O blessed Lamb That took'st my sinne That took'st my shame How shall thy dust thy praises sing I would I were One hearty tear One constant spring Then would I bring Thee two small mites and be at strife Which should most vie My heart or eye Teaching my years In smiles and tears To weep to sing thy Death my Life Rom. Cap. 8. ver. 19. Etenim res Creatae exerto Capite observantes expectant revelationem Filiorum Dei ANd do they so have they a Sense Of ought but Influence Can they their heads lift and expect And grone too why th' Elect Can do no more my volumes sed They were all dull and dead They judg'd them senslesse and their state Wholly Inanimate Go go Seal up thy looks And burn thy books 2. I would I were a stone or tree Or flowre by pedigree Or some poor high-way herb or Spring To flow or bird to sing Then should I tyed to one sure state All day expect my date But I am sadly loose and stray A giddy blast each way O let me not thus range Thou canst not change 3. Sometimes I fit with thee and tarry An hour or so then vary Thy other Creatures in this Scene Thee only aym and mean Some rise to seek thee and with heads Erect peep from their beds Others whose birth is in the tomb And cannot quit the womb Sigh there and grone for thee Their liberty 4. O let not me do lesse shall they Watch while I sleep or play Shall I thy mercies still abuse With fancies friends or newes O brook it not thy bloud is mine And my soul should be thine O brook it not why wilt thou stop After whole showres one drop Sure thou wilt joy to see Thy sheep with thee The Relapse MY God how gracious art thou I had slipt Almost to hell And on the verge of that dark dreadful pit Did hear them yell But O thy love thy rich almighty love That sav'd my soul And checkt their furie when I saw them move And heard them howl O my sole Comfort take no more these wayes This hideous path And I wil mend my own without delayes Cease thou thy wrath I have deserv'd a thick Egyptian damp Dark as my deeds Should mist within me and put out that lamp Thy spirit feeds A darting Conscience full of stabs and fears No shade but Yewgh Sullen and sad Ecclipses Cloudie spheres These are my due But he that with his bloud a price too deere My scores did pay Bid me by vertue from him chalenge here The brightest day Sweet downie thoughts soft Lilly-shades Calm streams Joyes full and true Fresh spicie mornings and eternal beams These are his due The Resolve I Have consider'd it and find A longer stay Is but excus'd neglect To mind One path and stray Into another or to none Cannot be love When shal that traveller come home That will not move If thou wouldst thither linger not Catch at the place Tell youth and beauty they must rot They 'r but a Case Loose parcell'd hearts wil freeze The Sun With scatter'd locks Scarce warms but by contraction Can heat rocks Call in thy Powers run and reach Home with the light Be there before the shadows stretch And Span up night Follow the Cry no more there is An ancient way All strewed with flowres and happiness And fresh as May There turn and turn no more Let wits Smile at fair eies Or lips But who there weeping sits Hath got the Prize The Match DEar friend whose holy ever-living lines Have done much good To many and have checkt my blood My fierce wild blood that still heaves and inclines But is still tam'd By those bright fires which thee inflam'd Here I joyn hands and thrust my stubborn heart Into thy Deed There from no Duties to be freed And if hereafter youth or folly thwart And claim their share Here I renounce the pois'nous ware ii ACcept dread Lord the poor Oblation It is but poore Yet through thy Mercies may be more O thou that canst not wish my souls damnation Afford me life And save me from all inward strife Two Lifes I hold from thee my gracious Lord Both cost thee deer For one I am thy Tenant here The other the true life in the next world And endless is O let me still mind that in this To thee therefore my Thoughts Words Actions I do resign Thy will in all be done not mine Settle my house and shut out all distractions That may unknit My heart and thee planted in it Lord Jesu thou didst bow thy blessed head Upon a tree O do as much now unto me O hear and heal thy servant Lord strike dead All lusts in me Who onely wish life to serve thee Suffer no more this dust to overflow And drown my eies But seal or pin them to thy skies And let this grain which here in tears I sow Though dead and sick Through thy Increase grow new and quick Rules and Lessons WHen first thy Eies unveil give thy Soul
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