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A64746
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Olor Iscanus. A collection of some select poems, and translations, / formerly written by Mr. Henry Vaughan silurist. ; Published by a friend.
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Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695.
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To the River Isca WHen Daphne's Lover here first wore the Dayes Eurotas secret streams heard all his Layes And holy Orpheus Natures busie Child By headlong Hebrus his deep Eymns Compil'd Soft Petrarch thaw'd by Laura's flames did weep On Tybers banks when she prou'd fair cou'd sleep Mosella boasts Ausonius and the Thames Doth murmure SIDNEYS Stella to her streams While Severn sworn with Ioy and sorrow wears Castara's smiles mixt with fair Sabrin's tears Thus Poets like the Nymphs their pleasing themes Haunted the bubling Springs and gliding streams And happy banks whence such fair flowres have sprung But happier those where they have sate and sung Poets like Angels where they once appear Hallow the place and each succeeding year Adds rev'rence to 't such as at length doth give This aged faith That there their Genii live Hence th' Auncients say That from this sickly aire They passe to Regions more refin'd and faire To Meadows strow'd with Lillies and the Rose And shades whose youthfull green no old age knowes Where all in white they walk discourse and Sing Like Bees soft murmurs or a Chiding Spring But Isca whensoe'r those shades I see And thy lov'd Arbours must no more know me When I am layd to rest hard by thy streams And my Sun sets where first it sprang in beams I 'le leave behind me such a large kind light As shall redeem thee from oblivious night And in these vowes which living yet I pay Shed such a Previous and Enduring Ray As shall from age to age thy fair name lead 'Till Rivers leave to run and men to read First may all Bards born after me When I am ashes sing of thee May thy green banks and streams or none Be both their Hill and Helicon May Vocall Groves grow there and all The shades in them Propheticall Where laid men shall more faire truths see Than fictions were of Thessalie May thy gentle Swains like flowres Sweetly spend their Youthfull houres And thy beauteous Nymphs like Doves Be kind and faithfull to their Loves Garlands and Songs and Roundelayes Mild dewie nights and Sun-shine dayes The Turtles voyce Ioy without fear Dwell on thy bosome all the year May the Evet and the Tode Within thy Banks have no abode Nor the wilie winding Snake Her voyage through thy waters make In all thy Iourney to the Main No nitrous Clay nor Brimstone-vein Mixe with thy streams but may they passe Fresh as the aire and cleer as Glasse And where the wandring Chrystal treads Rojes shall kisse and Couple heads The factour-wind from far shall bring The Odours of the Scatter'd Spring And loaden with the rich Aweare Spend it in Spicie whispers there No sullen heals nor flames that are Offensive and Canicular Shine on thy Sands nor pry to see Thy Scalie shading familie But Noones as mild as Hasper's rayes Or the first blushes of fair dayes What gifts more Heav'n or Earth can adde With all those blessings be thou Clad Honour Beautie Faith and Dutie Delight and Truth With Love and Youth Crown all about thee And what ever Fate Impose else-where whether the graver state Or some toy else may those lomd anxious Cares For dead and dying things the Common â—ares And showes of time he'r break thy Peace nor make Thy repos'd Armes to a new warre awake But Freedome safety Ioy and blisse United in one loving kisse Surround thee quite and stile thy borders The Land redeem'd from all disorders The Charnel-house BLesse me what damps are here how stiffe an aire Kelder of mists a second Fiats care Front speece o' th' grave and darkness a Display Of ruin'd man and the disease of day Leane bloudless shamble where I can descrie Fragments of men Rags of Anatomie Corruptions ward-robe the transplantive bed Of mankind and th' Exchequer of the dead How thou arrests my sense how with the sight My winter'd bloud growes stiffe to all delight Torpedo to the Eye whose least glance can Freeze our wild lusts and rescue head-long man Eloquent silence able to Immure An Atheists thoughts and blast an Epicure Were I a Lucian Nature in this dresse Would make me wish a Saviour and Confesse Where are you shoreless thoughts vast tenter'd hope Ambitious dreams Aymes of an Endless scope Whose stretch'd Excesse runs on a string too high And on the rack of self-extension dye Chameleons of state Aire-monging band Whose breath like Gun-powder blowes up a land Come see your dissolution and weigh What a loath'd nothing you shall be one day As th' Elements by Circulation passe From one to th' other and that which first was Is so again so 't is with you The grave And Nature but Complote what the one gave The other takes I think then that in this bed There sleep the Reliques of as proud a head As stern and subtill as your own that hath Perform'd or forc'd as much whose tempest-wrath Hath levell'd Kings with slaves and wisely then Calme these high furies and descend to men Thus Cyrus tam'd the Macedon a tombe Checkt him who thought the world too straight a Room Have I obey'd the Powers of face A beauty able to undoe the Race Of easie man I look but here and strait I am Inform'd the lovely Counterfeit Was but a smoother Clay That famish'd slave Begger'd by wealth who starvea that he may save Brings hither but his sheet Nay th' Ostrich-man That feeds on steele and bullet he that can Outswea his Lordship and reply as tough To a kind word as if his tongue were Buffe Is Chap-faln here wormes without wit or fear Defie him now death hath disarm'd the Bear Thus could I run o'r all the pitteous score Of erring men and having done meet more Their shuffled Wills abortive vain Intents Phautasrick humours perillous Ascents False empty honours traiterous delights And what soe'r a blind Conceit Invites But these and more which the weak vermins swell Are Couch'd in this Accumulative Cell Which I could scatter But the grudging Sun Calls home his beams and warns me to be gone Day leaves me in a double night and I Must bid farewell to my sad library Yet with these notes Henceforth with thought of thee I 'le season all succeeding Iollitie Yet damn not mirth nor think too much is fit Excesse hath no Religion nor wit But should wild bloud swell to a lawless strain On Check from thee shall Channel it again In Amicum foeneratorem THanks mighty Silver I rejoyce to see How I have spoyl'd his thrift by spending thee Now thou art gone he courts my wants with more His Decoy gold and bribes me to restore As lesser lode-stones with the North consent Naturally moving to their Element As bodyes swarm to th' Center and that fire Man stole from heaven to heav'n doth still aspire So this vast crying summe drawes in a lesse And hence this bag more Northward layd I guesse For 't is of Pole-star force and in this sphere Though th'least of many rules the master-bear Prerogative