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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A64746	Olor Iscanus. A collection of some select poems, and translations, / formerly written by Mr. Henry Vaughan silurist. ; Published by a friend.	Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695.	1651 (1651)	Wing V123; ESTC R6212	34,854	81

Trumpets active rage No wounds by bitter hatred made With warm bloud soil'd the shining blade For how could hostile madness arm An age of love to publick harm When Common Justice none withstood Nor sought rewards for spilling bloud O that at length our age would raise Into the temper of those dayes But worst then AEtna's fires debate And Avarice inflame our state Alas who was it that first found Gold hid of purpose under ground That sought out Pearles and div'd to find Such pretious perils for mankind Metrum 6. HE that thirsts for glories prize Thinking that the top of all Let him view th' Expansed skies And the Earths Contracted ball 'T will shame him then the name he wan Fils not the short walk of one man 2. O why vainly strive you then To shake off the bands of Fate Though same through the world of men Should in all tongues your names relate And with proud titles swell that storie The Darke grave scorns your brightest glorie 3. There with Nobles beggers sway And Kings with Commons share one dust What newes of Brutus at this day Or Fabricius the Just Some rude Verse Cut in stone or led Keeps up the names but they are dead 4. So shall you one day past reprieve Lye perhaps without a name But if dead you think to live By this aire of humane fame Know when time stops that posthume breath You must endure a second death Metrum 7. THat the world in constant force Varies her Concordant course That seeds jarring hot and cold Doe the breed perpetuall hold That in his golden Coach the Sun Brings the Rofic day still on That the Moon swayes all those lights Which Helper ushers to dark nights That alternate tydes be sound The Seas ambitious waves to bound Lest o'r the wide Earth without End Their fluid Empire should extend All this frame of things that be Love which rules Heaven Land and Sea Chains keeps orders as we see This if the raines he once cast by All things that now by turns comply Would fall to discord and this frame Which now by sociall faith they tame And comely orders in that fight And jarre of th●ngs would perish quite This in a holy league of peace Keeps King and People with Increase And in the sacred nuptiall bands Tyes up chast hearts with willing hands And this keeps firm without all doubt Friends by his bright Instinct found out O happy Nation then were you If love which doth all things subdue That rules the spacious heav'n and brings Plenty and Peace upon his wings Might rule you too and without guile Settle once more this floting Ile Casimirus Lib. 4 Ode 28. ALlmighty Spirit thou that by Set turns and changes from thy high And glorious throne dost here below Rule all and all things dost foreknow Can those blind plots wee here discusse Please thee as thy wise Counsels us When thou thy blessings here dost strow And poure on Earth we flock and flow With Ioyous strife and eager care Strugling which shall have the best share In thy rich gifts just as we see Children about Nuts disagree Some that a Crown have got and foyl'd Break it Another sees it spoil'd E're it is gotten Thus the world Is all to peece-meals cut and hurl'd By factious hands It is a ball Which Fate and force divide 'twixt all The Sons of men But o good God! While these for dust fight and a Clod Grant that poore I may smile and be At rest and perfect peace with thee Casimirus Lib. 2. Ode 8. IT would lesse vex distressed man If Fortune in the same pace ran To ruine him as he did rise But highest states fall in a trice No great Successe held ever long A restless fate afflicts the throng Of Kings and Commons and lesse dayes Serve to destroy them then to raise Good luck smiles once an age but bad Makes Kingdomes in a minute sad And ev'ry houre of life wee drive H●●● o're us a Prerogative Then leave by wild Impatience driv'n And rash resents to rayle at heav'n Leave an ●●●●●●nly weak complaint That De●●●●●● and Fate have no restraint In the same houre hat gave thee breath Thou hadst ordain'd thy houre of death But he loves most who here will buy With a few tears Eternitie Casimirus Lib. 3. Ode 22. LEt not thy youth and false delights Cheat thee of life Those headely flights But wast thy time which posts away Like winds unseen and swift as they Beauty is but meer paint whose die With times breath will dissolve and flye 'T is wax 't is water 't is a glasse It melts breaks and away doth passe 'T is like a Rose which in the dawne The aire with gentle breath doth sawne And whisper too but in the houres Of night is sullied with smart showres Life spent is wish'd for but in vain Nor can past years come back again Happy the Man who in this vale Redeems his time shatting out all Thoughts of the world whose longing Eyes Are ever Pilgrims in the skyes That views his bright home and desires To slaine amongst those glorious fores Casimirus Lyric Lib. 3 Ode 23. 'T Is not rich furniture and gems With Cedar-roofes and ancient stems Nor yet a plenteous lasting floud Of gold that makes man truly good Leave to Inquire in what faire fields A River runs which much gold yeelds Vertue alone is the rich prize Can purchase stars and buy the skies Let others build with Adamant Or pillars of carv'd Marble plant Which rude and rough sometimes did dwell Far under earth and neer to hell But richer much from death releast Shines in the fresh groves of the East The Phoenix or those fish that dwell With silver'd scales in Hiddekel Let others with rare various Pearls Their garments dresse and in forc'd Curls Bind up their locks look big and high And shine in robes of Scarlet-die But in my thoughts more glorious far Those native stars and speckles are Which birds wear or the spots which wee In Leopards dispersed see The harmless sheep with her warm sheet Cloathes man but who his dark heart sees Shall find a wolfe or Fox within That kills the Castor for his skin Vertue alone and nought else can A diffrence make 'twixt beast and man And on her wines above the Spheres To the true light his spirit bears Casimirus Lib. 4. Ode 15. NOthing on Earth nothing at all Can be exempted from the thrall Of peevish weariness The Sun Which our sore-fathers Judg'd to run Clear and unspotted in our dayes Is tax'd with sullen Ecclips'd rayes What ever in the glorious skie Man sees his rash andacious Eye Dares Censure it and in meer spite At distance will condemn the light The wholesome mornings whose beams cleer Those hills our fathers walkt on here Wee fancy not nor the Moons light Which through their windows shin'd at night VVee change the Aire each year and scorn Those Seates in which we first were borne Some nice affected wond'rers

of haire-cloth whip or Vow But is there no redemption must there be No other penance but of liberty Why two months hence if thou continue thus Thy memory will scarce remain with us The Drawers have forgot thee and exclaim They have not seen thee here since Charles his raign Or if they mention thee like some old man That at each word inserts Sir as I can Remember So the Cyph'rers puzzle mee With a dark cloudie character of thee That certs I fear thou wilt be lost and wee Must ask the Fathers e'r 't be long for thee Come leave this sullen state and let not Wine And precious Witt lye dead for want of thine Shall the dull Market-land-lord with his Rout Of sneaking Tenants durtily swill out This harmlesse liquor shall they knock and beat For Sack only to talk of Rye and wheat O let not such prepost'rous tipling be In our Metropolis may I ne'r see Such Tavern-sacrilege nor load a line To weep the Rapes and Tragedy of wine Here lives that Chimick quick fire which betrayes Fresh Spirits to the bloud and warms our layes I have reserv'd 'gainst thy approach a Cup That were thy Muse stark dead shall raise her up And teach her yet more Charming words and skill Than ever Coelia Chloris Astrophil Or any of the Thredbare names Inspir'd Poore riming lovers with a Mistris sir'd Come then I and while the slow Isicle hangs At the stiffe thatch and Winters frosty pangs Benumme the year blith as of old let us 'Midst noise and War of Peace and mirth discusse This portion thou wort born for why should wee Vex at the times ridiculous miserie An age that thus hath fool'd it selfe and will Spite of thy teeth and mine persist so still Let 's sit then at this fire and while wee steal A Revell in the Town let others seal Purchase or Cheat and who can let them pay Till those black deeds bring on the dark some day Innocent spenders wee a better use Shall wear out our short Lease and leave th' obtuse Rout to their husks They and their bags at best Have cares in earnest wee care for a Iest Monsieur Gombauld I'Ave read thy Souls fair night-peece and have seen Th' Amours and Courtship of the silint Queen Her stoln descents to Earth and what did move her To Juggle first with Heav'n then with a Lover With Latmos loweer rescue and alas To find her out a Hue and Crie in Brasse Thy Journall of deep Mysteries and sad Nocturnall Pilgrimage with thy dreams clad In fancies darker than thy Cave Thy Glosse Of sleepie draughts and as thy soul did passe In her calm voyage what discourse she heard Of Spirits what dark Groves and ill-shap'd guard Ismena lead thee through with thy proud flight O'r Periardes and deep musing night Neere fair Eurotas banks what solemn green The neighbour shades weare and what forms are seen In their large Bowers with that sad path and seat Which none but light-heeld Nymphs and Fairies heat Their solitary life and how exempt From Common frailtie the severe contempt They have of Man their priviledge to live A Tree or Fountain and in that Reprieve What ages they consume with the sad Vale Of Diophania and the mournfull tale Or th' bleeding vocall Myrtle These and more Thy richer thoughts we are upon the score To thy rare fancy for nor doest thou fall From thy first Majesty or ought at all Betray Consumption thy full vigorous Bayes Wear the same green and scorn the lene decayes Of stile or matter Just so have I known Some Chrystal spring that from the neighbour down Deriv'd her birth in gentle murmurs steal To their next Vale and proudly there reveal Her streams in lowder accents adding still More noise and waters to her Channell till At last swoln with Increase she glides along The Lawnes and Meadows in a wanton throng Of frothy billows and in one great name Swallows the tributary brooks drown'd fame Nor are they meere Inventions for we In th' same peece find scatter'd Philosophie And hidden disperst truths that folded lye In the dark shades of deep Allegorie So neatly weav'd like Arras they descrie Fables with Truth Fancy with Historie So that thou hast in this thy curious mould Cast that commended mixture wish'd of old Which shall these Contemplations render far Lesse mutable and lasting as their star And while there is a People or a Sunne Endymions storie with the Moon shall runne An Elegie on the death of Mr. R.W. slain in the late unfortunate differences at Routon Heath neer Chester 1645. I Am Confirm'd and so much wing is given To my wild thoughts that they dare strike at heav'n A full years griefe I struggled with and stood Still on my sandy hopes uncertain good So loth was I to yeeld to all those fears I still oppos'd thee and denyed my tears But thou art gone and the untimely losse Like that one day hath made all others Crosse Have you seen on some Rivers flowrie brow A well-built Elme or stately Cedar grow Whose Curled tops gilt with the Morning-ray Becken'd the Sun and whisperd to the day When unexpected from the angry North A fatall sullen whirle-wind sallies forth And with a full-mouth'd blast rends from the ground The Shady twins which rushing scatter round Their sighing leafes whilst overborn with strength Their trembling heads bow to a prostrate length So forc'd fell he So Immaturely Death Stifled his able heart and active breath The world scarce knew him yet his early Soule Had but new-broke her day and rather stole A sight than gave one as if su'bt'ly she Would learn our stock but hide his treasurie His years should time lay both his wings and glasse Unto his charge could not be summ'd alas To a full score Though in so short a span His riper thoughts had purchas'd more of man Than all those worthless livers which yet quick Have quite outgone their own Arithmetick He seiz'd perfections and without a dull And mossie gray possess'd a solid skull No Crooked knowledge neither nor did he Wear the friends name for Ends and policie And then lay'd by As those lost Youths of th' stage Who only flourish'd for the Play 's short age And then retir'd like Iewels in each part He wore his friends But chiefly at his heart Nor was it only in this he did excell His equall valour could as much as well He knew no fear but of his God yet durst No injurie nor as some have ●e'r pur'st The sweat and tears of others yet would be More forward in a royall gallantrie Than all those vast pretenders which of late Swell'd in the ruines of their King and State He weav'd not Self-ends and the Publick good Into one piece nor with the peoples bloud Fill'd his own veins In all the doubtfull way Conscience and Honour rul'd him O that day When like the Fathers in the Fire and Cloud I mist thy face I might in ev'ry Crowd See Armes like