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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

clear that Friendship is nought else But a Joint kind propension and excess In none but such whose equal easie hearts Comply and meet both in their whole and parts And when they cannot meet do not forget To mingle Souls but secretly reflect And some third place their Center make where they Silently mix and make an unseen stay Let me not say though Poets may be bold Thou art more hard than Steel than Stones more cold But as the Mary-gold in Feasts of Dew And early Sun-beams though but thin and few Unfolds its self then from the Earths cold breast Heaves gently and salutes the hopeful East So from thy quiet Cell the retir'd Throne Of thy fair thoughts which silently bemoan Our sad distractions come and richly drest With reverend mirth and manners check the rest Of loose loath'd men why should I longer be Rack't 'twixt two Ev'ls I see and cannot see Thalia Rediviva The King Disguis'd Written about the same time that Mr. John Cleveland wrote his A King and no King Is he gone from us And stoln alive into his Coffin thus This was to ravish Death and so prevent The Rebells treason and their punishment 〈◊〉 would not have them damn'd and therefore he 〈◊〉 deposed his own Majesty 〈◊〉 did pursue him and to fly the Ill 〈◊〉 wanders Royal Saint in sheep-skin still 〈◊〉 obscure shelter if that shelter be 〈◊〉 which harbours so much Majesty 〈◊〉 prophane Eyes the mysterie's so deep 〈◊〉 Esdras books the vulgar must not see 't Thou flying Roll written with tears and woe 〈◊〉 for thy Royal self but for thy Foe 〈◊〉 grief is prophecy and doth portend 〈◊〉 sad 〈◊〉 's sighs the Rebells end Thy robes forc'd off like Samuel's when rent Do figure out anothers Punishment Nor grieve thou hast put off thy self a while To serve as Prophet to this sinful Isle These are our days of Purim which oppress The Church and force thee to the Wilderness But all these Clouds cannot thy light confine The Sun in storms and after them will shine Thy day of life cannot be yet compleat 'T is early sure thy shadow is so great But I am vex'd that we at all can guess This change and trust great Charles to such a dress When he was first obscur'd with this coarse thing He grac'd Plebeians but prophan'd the King Like some fair Church which Zeal to Charcoals burn'd Or his own Court now to an Ale-house turn'd But full as well may we blame Night and chide His wisdom who doth light with darkness hide Or deny Curtains to thy Royal Bed As take this sacred cov'ring from thy Head 〈◊〉 of State are points we must not know This vizard is thy privy Councel now Thou Royal Riddle and in every thing The true white Prince our Hieroglyphic King Ride safely in his shade who gives thee Light And can with blindness thy pursuers smite O may they wonder all from thee as farr As they from peace are and thy self from Warr And wheresoe're thou 〈◊〉 design to be With thy now spotted spottles Majestie Be sure to look no Sanctuary there Nor hope for 〈◊〉 in a temple where Buyers and Sellers trade O strengthen not With too much trust the Treason of a Scot The Eagle 'T Is madness sure And I am in the Fitt To dare an Eagle with my unfledg'd witt For what did ever Rome or Athens sing In all their Lines as loftie as his wing He that an Eagles Powers would rehearse Should with his plumes first feather all his Verse I know not when into thee I would prie Which to admire thy Wing first or thine Eye Or whether Nature at thy birth design'd More of her Fire for thee or of her Wind. When thou in the clear Heights and upmost Air Do'st face the Sun and his dispersed Hair Ev'n from that distance thou the Sea do'st spie And sporting in its deep wide Lap the Frie. Not the least Minoe there but thou can'st see Whole Seas are narrow spectacles to thee Nor is this Element of water here Below of all thy miracles the sphere If Poets ought may add unto thy store Thou hast in Heav n of wonders many more For when just Jove to Earth his thunder bends And from that bright eternal Fortress sends His louder vollies strait this Bird doth fly To Aetna where his Magazine doth lye And in his active Talons brings him more Of ammunition and recruits his store Nor is 't a low or easie Lift. He soares 'Bove Wind and Fire gets to the Moon and pores With scorn upon her duller face for she Gives him but shadows and obscurity Here much displeas'd that any thing like night Should meet him in his proud and loftie flight That such dull Tinstures should advance so farr And rival in the glories of a star Resolv'd he is a nobler Course to try And measures out his voyage with his Eye Then with such furie he begins his flight As if his Wings contended with his sight Leaving the Moon whose humble light doth trade With Spotts and deals most in the dark and shade To the day 's Royal Planet he doth pass With daring Eyes and makes the Sun his glass Here doth he plume and dress himself the Beams Rushing upon him like so many Streams While with direct looks he doth entertain The thronging flames and shoots them back again And thus from star to star he doth repaire And wantons in that pure and peaceful air Sometimes he frights the starrie Swan and now Orion's fearful Hare and then the Crow Then with the Orbe it self he moves to see Which is more swift th' Intelligence or He. Thus with his wings his body he hath brought Where man can travell only in a thought I will not seek rare bird what Spirit 't is That mounts thee thus I 'le be content with this To think that Nature made thee to express Our souls bold Heights in a material dress To Mr. M. L. upon his reduction of the Psalms into Method SIR YOu have oblig'd the Patriarch And t is known He is your Debtor now though for his own What he wrote is a Medley We can see Confusion trespass on his Piety Misfortunes did not only Strike at him They charged further and oppress'd his pen. For he wrote as his Crosses came and went By no safe Rule but by his Punishment His quill mov'd by the Rod his witts and he Did know no Method but their Misery You brought his Psalms now into Tune Nay all His measures thus are more than musical Your Method and his Aires are justly sweet And what 's Church-musick right like Anthems meet You did so much in this that I believe He gave the Matter you the form did give And yet I wish you were not understood For now 't is a misfortune to be good Why then you 'l say all I would have is this None must be good because the time 's amiss For since wise Nature did ordain the Night I would not have the Sun

to give us Light Whereas this doth not take the Use away But urgeth the Necessity of day Proceed to make your pious work as free Stop not your seasonable charity Good works despis'd or censur'd by bad times Should be sent out to aggravate their Crimes They should first Share and then Reject our store Abuse our Good to make their Guilt the more 'T is Warr strikes at our Sins but it must be A Persecution wounds our Pietie To the pious memorie of C. W. Esquire who finished his Course here and made his Entrance into Immortality upon the 13 of September in the year of Redemption 1653. NOw that the publick Sorrow doth subside And those slight tears which Custom Springs While all the rich out-side-Mourners pass are dried Home from thy Dust to empty their own Glass I who the throng affect not nor their state Steal to thy grave undress'd to meditate On our sad loss accompanied by none An obscure mourner that would weep alone So when the world 's great Luminary setts Some scarce known Star into the Zenith gets Twinkles and curls a weak but willing spark As Gloworms here do glitter in the dark Yet since the dimmest flame that kindles there An humble love unto the light doth bear And true devotion from an Hermits Cell Will Heav'ns kind King as soon reach and as well As that which from rich Shrines and Altars flyes Lead by ascending Incense to the Skies 'T is no malicious rudeness if the might Of love makes dark things wait upon the bright And from my sad retirements calls me forth The Just Recorder of thy death and worth Long did'st thou live if length be measured by The tedious Reign of our Calamity And Counter to all storms and changes still Kept'st the same temper and the self same will Though trials came as duly as the day And in such mists that none could see his way Yet thee I found still virtuous and saw The Sun give Clouds and Charles give both the Law When private Interest did all hearts bend And wild dissents the public peace did rend Thou neither won nor worn 〈◊〉 still thy self Not aw'd by force nor basely brib'd with pelf What the insuperable stream of times Did dash thee with those Suff'rings were not Crimes So the bright Sun Ecclipses bears and we Because then passive blame him not should he For inforc'd shades and the Moon 's ruder veile Much nearer us than him be Judg'd to fail Who traduce thee so erre As poisons by Correction are made Antidotes so thy Just Soul did turn ev'n hurtful things to Good Us'd bad Laws so they drew not Tears nor Blood Heav'n was thy Aime and thy great rare Design Was not to Lord it here but there to shine Earth nothing had could tempt thee All that e're Thou pray'dst for here was Peace and Glory there For though thy Course in times long progress fell On a sad age when Warr and open'd Hell Licens'd all Artes and Sects and made it free To thrive by fraud and blood and blasphemy Yet thou thy just Inheritance di'dst by No sacrilege nor pillage multiply No rapine swell'd thy state no bribes nor fees Our new oppressors best Annuities Such clean pure hands had'st thou And for thy heart Man's secret region and his noblest part Since I was privy to 't and had the Key Of that faire Room where thy bright Spirit lay I must affirm it did as much surpass Most I have known as the clear Sky doth glass Constant and kind and plain and meek and Mild It was and with no new Conceits defil'd Busie but sacred thoughts like Bees did still Within it stirr and strive unto that Hill Where redeem'd Spirits evermore alive After their Work is done ascend and Hive No outward tumults reach'd this inward place 'T was holy ground where peace and love and grace Kept house where the immortal restles life In a most dutiful and pious strife Like a fix'd watch mov'd all in order still The Will serv'd God and ev'ry Sense the Will In this safe state death mett thee Death which is But a kind Usher of the good to bliss Therefore to Weep because thy Course is run Or droop like Flow'rs which lately lost the Sun I cannot yield since faith will not permitt A Tenure got by Conquest to the Pitt For the great Victour fought for us and Hee Counts ev'ry dust that is lay'd up of thee Besides Death now grows decrepit and hath Spent the most part both of its time and wrath That thick black night which mankind fear'd is torn By Troops of Stars and the bright day's Forlorn The next glad news most glad unto the Just Will be the Trumpet 's summons from the dust Then I le not grieve nay more I 'le not allow My Soul should think thee absent from me now Some bid their Dead good night but I will say Good morrow to dear Charles for it is day In Zodiacum Marcelli Palingenii IT is perform'd and thy great Name doth run Through ev'ry Sign an everlasting Sun Not Planet-like but fix'd and we can see Thy Genius stand still in his Apogie For how canst thou an Aux eternal miss Where ev'ry House thine Exaltation is Here 's no Ecclyptic threatens thee with night Although the wiser few take in thy light They are not at that glorious pitch to be In a Conjunction with Divinitie Could we partake some oblique Ray of thine Salute thee in a Sextile or a Trine It were enough but thou art flown so high The Telescope is turn'd a Common Eye Had the grave Chaldee liv'd thy Book to see He had known no Astrologie but thee Nay more for I believ 't thou shouldst have been Tutor to all his Planets and to him Thus whosoever reads thee his charm'd sense Proves captive to thy Zodiac's influence Were it not foul to erre so I should look Here for the Rabbins universal Book And say their fancies did but dream of thee When first they doted on that mystery Each line 's a via lactea where we may See thy fair steps and tread that happy way Thy Genius lead thee in Still I will be Lodg'd in some Sign some Face and some Degree Of thy bright Zodiac Thus I 'le teach my Sense To move by that and thee th' Intelligence To Lysimachus the Author being with him in London SAw not Lysimachus last day when wee Took the pure Air in its simplicity And our own too how the trim'd Gallants went Cringing past each step some Complement What strange phantastic Diagrams they drew With Legs and Arms the like we never knew In Euclid Archimed nor all of those Whose learned lines are neither Verse nor Prose What store of Lace was there how did the Gold Run in rich Traces but withall made bold To measure the proud things and so deride The Fops with that which was part of their pride How did they point at us and boldly call As if we had been Vassals to them