Poems of Henry Vaughan, Silurist, Volume II

Chapter I: W., also an Oxford man, is probably the writer of the prefaces to the

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Marquis of Worcester and to the Reader, which are signed respectively J. W. and I. W. Mr. Firth suggests that he may be J[ohn] W[illiams], son of Sir Henry Williams of Gwernevet, Brecon, who matriculated at Brasenose in 1642. I have thought that he might be Vaughan's cousin, the second John Walbeoffe (_cf._ p. 189, note), who is mentioned in Thomas Vaughan's diary (_cf. Biographical Note_, vol. ii., p. xxxviii), but there is no proof that Walbeoffe was an Oxford man. Perhaps he is the friend James to whom a poem in _Olor Iscanus_ is addressed (p. 70).

P. 178. To his Learned Friend and loyal Fellow-prisoner, Thomas Powel of Cant[reff], Doctor of Divinity.

On Dr. Powell, _cf._ note to p. 57. Vaughan's reason for calling him a "fellow-prisoner" is discussed in the _Biographical Note_ (vol. ii., p. xxxii).

P. 181. The King Disguised.

John Cleveland's poem, _The King's Disguise_, here referred to, was first published as a pamphlet on January 21, 1646. It appears in Cleveland's _Works_ (1687). The disguising was on the occasion of Charles the First's flight, on April 27, 1646, from Oxford to the Scottish camp, of which Dr. Gardiner writes (_History of the Civil War_, Ch. xli): "At three in the morning of the 27th, Charles, disguised as a servant, with his beard and hair closely trimmed, passed over Magdalen Bridge in apparent attendance upon Ashburnham and Hudson."

P. 187. To Mr. M. L., upon his Reduction of the Psalms into Method.

Dr. Grosart identifies M. L. with Matthew Locke, of whom Roger North says, in his _Memoirs of Music_ (4to, 1846, p. 96): "He set most of the Psalms to music in parts, for the use of some vertuoso ladyes in the city." Locke's setting of the _Psalms_ exists only in MS. A copy was in the library of Dr. E. F. Rimbault, who thinks that the author assisted Playford in his _Whole Book of Psalms_ (1677). In 1677 he died.

P. 189. To the pious Memory of C[harles] W[albeoffe] Esquire.

Charles Walbeoffe was a man of considerable importance in Brecknockshire. His name occurs several times in State papers of the period. A petition of his concerning a ward is dated October 12, 1640. (_Cal. S. P. Dom._, Car. I., 470, 113). He was High Sheriff in 1648 (Harl. MS. 2,289, f. 174), and a fragment of a warrant signed by him on April 17 of that year to Thomas Vaughan, treasurer of the county, for the monthly assessment, is in Harl. MS. 6,831, f. 13. As we might perhaps gather from Vaughan's poem, he does not seem to have taken an active part in the Civil War. He did not, like some other members of his family, sign the _Declaration_ of Brecknock for the Parliament on November 23, 1645 (J. R. Phillips, _Civil War in Wales and the Marches_, ii. 284). And he seems to have joined the Royalist rising in Wales of 1648. Information was laid on February 10, 1649, that he "was Commissioner of Array and Association, raised men and money, subscribed warrants to raise men against the Parliament's generals, and sat as J.P. in the court at Brecon when the friends of Parliament were prosecuted" (_Cal. Proc. Ctee. for Advance of Money_, p. 1017). Afterwards he was reconciled, sat on the local Committee for Compositions, and again got into trouble with the authorities. On May 14, 1652, the Brecon Committee wrote to the Central Committee that, being one of the late Committee, he would not account for sums in his hands. He was fined L20. (_Cal. Proc. Ctee. for Compositions_, p. 578.)

Miss Morgan has copied the inscription on his tombstone in Llanhamlach Church.

[Arms of Walbeoffe.]

"Here lieth the body of Charles Walbeoffe, Esqre., who departed
this life the 13th day of September, 1653, and was married to Mary,
one of the daughters of Sir Thomas Aubrey of Llantryddid, in the
county of Glamorgan, Knt., by whom he had issue two sonnes, of whom
only Charles surviveth."

Charles Walbeoffe the younger died in 1668, and was succeeded by his cousin John. "This gentleman," says Jones (_Hist. of Brecknock_, ii., 482), "being of a gay and extravagant turn, left the estate, much encumbered, to his son Charles, and soon after his death it was foreclosed and afterwards sold."

This John Walbeoffe is mentioned in Thomas Vaughan's _Diary_ (_cf._ vol. ii., p. xxxviii). He may be the writer of the preface to _Thalia Rediviva_ (_cf._ p. 164, note).

It is possible that the R. W. of another of Vaughan's Elegies may also have been a Walbeoffe. _Cf._ p. 79, _note_.

Dr. Grosart was unable to identify the initials C. W. The Walbeoffes, or Walbieffes, of Llanhamlach, the next village to Llansantfread, were among the most important of the _Advenae_, or Norman settlers of Brecknockshire. They were related, as the following table shows, to the Vaughans of Tretower. The following extract from the genealogy of the Walbeoffes of Llanhamlach is compiled from Harl. MS. 2,289. f. 136_b_; Jones, _History of Brecknockshire_, ii., 484; Miss G. E. F. Morgan, in _Brecon County Times_ for May 13, 1887.

P. 193. In Zodiacum Marcelli Palingenii.

Marcellus Palingenius, or Petro Angelo Manzoli, wrote his didactic and satirical poem, the _Zodiacus Vitae_, about 1535. It was translated into English by Barnabee Googe in 1560-1565. The latest edition of the original is that by C. C. Weise (1832). As we may gather from Vaughan's lines, Manzoli was an earnest student of occult lore. _Cf._ Gustave Reynier, _De Marcelli Palingenii Stellatae Poctae Zodiaco Vitae_ (1893).

P. 195. To Lysimachus.

_Bevis ... Arundel ... Morglay_. The allusion is to the _Romance of Sir Bevis of Hampton_ (ed. E. Koelbing, E. E. T. S., 1885). Arundel was Sir Bevis' horse, and Morglay his sword.

P. 197. On Sir Thomas Bodley's Library.

If Vaughan was not himself an Oxford man (_Biog. Note_, vol. ii., p. xxvi), he may have been in Oxford with the King's troops at the end of August, 1645 (_Biog. Note_, vol. ii., p. xxxi).

_Walsam_, Walsingham, in Norfolk, famous for the rich shrine of Our Lady of Walsingham, to which many offerings were made.

P. 200. The Importunate Fortune.

I. 105. _My purse, as Randolph's was._ The allusion is to Randolph's _A Parley with his Empty Purse_, which begins:

"Purse, who'll not know you have a poet's been,
When he shall look and find no gold herein?"

P. 204. To I. Morgan, of Whitehall, Esq.

Whitehall appears to be an Anglicised form of Wenallt, more properly Whitehill. John Morgan, or Morgans, of Wenallt, in Llandetty, was a kinsman of Vaughan's, as the following table (from Harl. MS., 2,289, f. 39) shows:

John Morgans.
|
Morgan Jones = Frances, d. of Charles
| Vaughan of Tretower
_________________________|_______________
| |
John Morgans = Mary, d. to Thomas Anne =
Aubrey of Llantrithid. 1. Charles Williams
of Scethrog.
2. Hugh Powell, parson
of Llansantffread.

P. 211. To the Editor of the Matchless Orinda.

_cf._ p. 100, _note_. These lines do not appear in either the 1664 or the 1667 edition of Orinda's poems.

P. 213. Upon Sudden News of the Much Lamented Death of Judge Trevers.

"This was probably Sir Thomas Trevor, youngest son of John Trevor, Esq., of Trevallyn, co. Denbigh, by Mary, daughter of Sir George Bruges, of London. He was born 6th July, 1586. He was made one of the Barons of the Exchequer 12th May, 1625; and was one of the six judges who refused to accept the new commission offered them by the ruling powers under the Commonwealth. He died 21st December, 1656, and is buried at Lemington-Hastang, in Warwickshire." (Dr. Grosart.)

P. 214. To Etesia (for Timander) The First Sight.

I do not think we need look for anything autobiographical in this and the following poems written to Etesia. They are written "for Timander," that is, either to serve the suit of a friend, or as copies of verses with no personal reference at all. The names Etesia and Timander smack of Orinda's poetic circle.

P. 224. Translations from Severinus.

Dr. Grosart hunted out an obscure Neapolitan, Marcus Aurelius Severino, and ascribed to him the originals of these translations. They are of course from the _De Consolatione Philosophiae_ of Anicius Manlius Severinus Boethius, and are a continuation of the pieces already printed in _Olor Iscanus_ (pp. 125-143).

P. 245. Pious Thoughts and Ejaculations.

These are much in the vein of _Silex Scintillans_. They probably belong to various dates later than 1655, when the second part of that collection appeared. _The Nativity_ (p. 259) is dated 1656, and _The True Christmas_ (p. 261) was apparently written after the Restoration.

P. 261. The True Christmas.

Vaughan was no Puritan; _cf._ his lines on _Christ's Nativity_ (vol. i., p. 107)--

"Alas, my God! Thy birth now here
Must not be numbered in the year,"

but he was not much in sympathy with the ideals of the Restoration either; _cf._ the passage on "our unjust ways" in _Daphnis_ (p. 284).

P. 267. De Salmone.

On Thomas Powell, _cf._ p. 57, note.

P. 272. The Bee.

_Hilarion's servant, the sage crow._ There seems to be some confusion between Hilarion, an obscure fourth-century Abbot, and Paul the Hermit, of whom it is related in his _Life by S. Jerome_ that for sixty years he was daily provided with half a loaf of bread by a crow.

P. 278. Daphnis.

The subject of the Eclogue appears to be Vaughan's brother Thomas, who died 27th February, 1666. On him _see_ the _Biographical Note_ (vol. ii., p. xxxiii).

_true black Moors_; an allusion, perhaps, to Thomas Vaughan's controversy with Henry More.

_Old Amphion_; perhaps Matthew Herbert, on whom see note to p. 158.

_The Isis and the prouder Thames._ Thomas Vaughan was buried at Albury, near Oxford.

_Noble Murray._ Thomas Vaughan's patron, himself a poet and alchemist, Sir Robert Murray, Secretary of State for Scotland. His poems have been collected by the Hunterian Club.

FRAGMENTS AND TRANSLATIONS.

The larger number of the verses in this section are translated quotations scattered through Vaughan's prose-pamphlets. Dr. Grosart identified some of the originals; I have added a few others; but the larger number remain obscure and are hardly worth spending much labour upon. The title-pages of the pamphlets will be found in the _Bibliography_ (vol. ii., p. lvii).

P. 289. From Eucharistica Oxoniensia.

I have already, in the _Biographical Note_ (vol. ii., p. xxviii), given reasons for doubting whether this poem is by the Silurist. It was first printed as his by Dr. Grosart. Charles the First was in Scotland, trying to settle his differences with the Scots, during the closing months of 1641.

P. 291. Translations from Plutarch and Maximus Tyrius.

These, together with a translation of Guevara's _De vitae rusticae laudibus_, were appended to the _Olor Iscanus_. Vaughan did not translate directly from the Greek, but from a Latin version published in 1613-14 amongst some tracts by John Reynolds, Lecturer in Greek at, and afterwards President of Corpus Christi College, Oxford.

P. 294. From the Mount of Olives.

A volume of Devotions published by Vaughan in 1652. The preface, dated 1st October, 1651, is addressed to Sir Charles Egerton, Knight, and in it Vaughan speaks of "that near relation by which my dearest friend lays claim to your person." It is impossible to say who is the "dearest friend" referred to. The _Flores Solitudinis_ (1654) is also dedicated to Sir Charles Egerton. He was probably of Staffordshire. Dr. Grosart (II. xxxiii) states that in Hanbury Church, co. Stafford, is a monument _Caroli Egertoni Equitis Aurati_, who died 1662. Perhaps therefore he was connected with Vaughan's wife's family, the Wises of Staffordshire.

P. 298. From Man in Glory.

This translation from a work attributed to St. Anselm and published as his in 1639 is appended to the Mount of Olives.

In the original lines 5, 6, are printed in error after lines 7, 8.

P. 299. From Flores Solitudinis.

In 1654 Vaughan published a volume containing (1) translations of two discourses by Eusebius Nierembergius, (2) a translation of Eucherius, _De Contemptu Mundi_, (3) an original life of S. Paulinus, Bishop of Nola. These were poems "collected in his sickness and retirement." The Epistle-dedicatory to Sir Charles Egerton is dated 1653, and that to the reader which precedes the translations from Nierembergius on 17th April, 1652.

_Bissellius._ John Bissel a Jesuit, (1601-1677), wrote _Deliciae Aetatis_, _Argonauticon Americanorum_, etc. (Grosart).

_Augurellius._ Johannes Aurelius Augurellius of Rimini (1454-1537), wrote _Carmina_, _Chrysopoeia_, _Geronticon_, etc. (Grosart).

P. 307. From Primitive Holiness.

This original life of S. Paulinus of Nola, by far the most striking of Vaughan's prose works, contains a number of poems, pieced together by Vaughan from lines in Paulinus' own poems and in those of Ausonius addressed to him. The edition used by Vaughan seems to have been that published by Rosweyd at Antwerp in 1622. I have traced the sources of the poems so far as I can in the edition published by W. de Hartel in the _Corpus Scriptorum Ecclesiasticorum Latinorum_ (vols. xxix, xxx 1894).

P. 322. From Hermetical Physic.

A translation from the _Naturae Sanctuarium! quod est Physica Hermetica_ (1619) of the alchemist Henry Nollius, published by Vaughan in 1655.

P. 323. From Cerbyd Fechydwiaeth.

This tract is bound up with the Brit. Mus. copy of [Thomas Powell's] _Quadriga Salutis_ (1657), of which it appears to be a Welsh translation. The verses, to which nothing corresponds in the English version, are signed Ol[or] Vaughan (_cf._ Olor Iscanus). Professor Palgrave (_Y Cymrodor_, 1890-1) translates them as follows: "The Lord's Prayer, when looked into (we see), the Trinity of His Fatherly goodness has given it as a foundation-stone of all prayer, and has made it for our instruction in doctrine." He adds that this Englyn occurs with others written in an eighteenth-century hand on the fly-leaf of a MS. of Welsh poetry by Iago ab Duwi.

P. 324. From Humane Industry.

On Thomas Powell _cf._ p. 57, note. The first three of these translations are marked H. V. in the margin; of the fourth Powell says, "The translation of Mr. Hen. Vaughan, Silurist, whose excellent Poems are published." Many other translations are scattered through the book, but there is nothing to connect them with Vaughan.

LIST OF FIRST LINES.

Vol. page
A grove there grows, round with the sea confin'd, ii. 239

A king and no king! Is he gone from us, ii. 181

A tender kid--see, where 'tis put-- ii. 293

A ward, and still in bonds, one day i. 19

A wit most worthy in tried gold to shine, i. 2

Accept, dread Lord, the poor oblation; i. 92

Accipe praerapido salmonem in gurgite captum, ii. 267

Against the virtuous man we all make head, ii. 305

Ah! He is fled! i. 40

Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cry i. 123

All sorts of men, who live on Earth, ii. 235

All worldly things, even while they grow, decay ii. 304

Almighty Spirit! Thou that by ii. 144

Amyntas go, thou art undone ii. 12

And do they so? have they a sense i. 87

And for life's sake to lose the crown of life. ii. 303

And is the bargain thought too dear ii. 311

And rising at midnight the stars espied ii. 297

And will not bear the cry ii. 301

As Egypt's drought by Nilus is redress'd ii. 304

As kings do rule like th' heavens, who dispense ii. 289

As Time one day by me did pass, i. 234

As travellers, when the twilight's come i. 146

Ask, lover, e'er thou diest; let one poor breath ii. 11

Awake, glad heart! get up and sing! i. 105

Base man! and couldst thou think Cato alone ii. 301

Be dumb, coarse measures, jar no more; to me i. 195

Be still, black parasites, i. 187

Bless me! what damps are here! how stiff an air! ii. 65

Blessed, unhappy city! dearly lov'd, i. 218

Blessings as rich and fragrant crown your heads ii. 92

Blest be the God of harmony and love! i. 76

Blest infant bud, whose blossom-life i. 120

Boast not, proud Golgotha, that thou canst show ii. 197

Bright and blest beam! whose strong projection, i. 121

Bright books! the perspectives to our weak sights: ii. 245

Bright Queen of Heaven! God's Virgin Spouse! i. 225

Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of bliss; i. 114

But night and day doth his own life molest, ii. 302

Can any tell me what it is? Can you ii. 268

Chance taking from me things of highest price ii. 292

Come, come! what do I here? i. 61

Come, drop your branches, strew the way i. 216

Come, my heart! come, my head, i. 52

Come, my true consort in my joys and care! ii. 317

Come sapless blossom, creep not still on earth, i. 166

Curtain'd with clouds in a dark night ii. 132

Darkness, and stars i' th' mid-day! They invite ii. 18

Dear, beauteous saint! more white than day i. 227

Dear friend, sit down, and bear awhile this shade i. 193

Dear friend! whose holy, ever-living lines i. 91

Dearest! if you those fair eyes--wond'ring--stick ii. 115

Death and darkness, get you packing, i. 133

Diminuat ne sera dies praesentis honorem ii. 51

Draw near, fond man, and dress thee by this glass, ii. 294

Dust and clay, i. 180

Early, while yet the dark was gay ii. 255

Eternal God! Maker of all i. 285

Et sic in cithara, sic in dulcedine vitae ii. 266

Excel then if thou canst, be not withstood, ii. 291

Fair and young light! my guide to holy i. 236

Fair order'd lights--whose motion without noise i. 155

Fair Prince of Light! Light's living well! ii. 249

Fair, shining mountains of my pilgrimage ii. 247

Fair, solitary path! whose blessed shades i. 256

Fair vessel of our daily light, whose proud ii. 257

Fairly design'd! to charm our civil rage ii. 171

False life! a foil and no more, when i. 282

Fancy and I, last evening, walk'd, ii. 15

Farewell! I go to sleep; but when i. 73

Farewell thou true and tried reflection ii. 276

Farewell, you everlasting hills! I'm cast i. 43

Father of lights! what sunny seed, i. 189

Feeding on fruits which in the heavens do grow, ii. 291

Flaccus, not so: that worldly he ii. 152

Fool that I was! to believe blood ii. 209

For shame desist, why shouldst thou seek my fall? ii. 200

Fortune--when with rash hands she quite turmoils ii. 134

Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair face ii. 252

From fruitful beds and flow'ry borders, ii. 272

From the first hour the heavens were made ii. 296

Go catch the ph[oe]nix, and then bring ii. 217

Go, go, quaint follies, sugar'd sin, i. 113

Go, if you must! but stay--and know ii. 222

Had I adored the multitude and thence ii. 169

Hail, sacred shades! cool, leafy house! ii. 26

Happy is he, that with fix'd eyes ii. 224

Happy that first white age! when we ii. 138

Happy those early days, when I i. 59

Have I so long in vain thy absence mourn'd? ii. 309

He that thirsts for glory's prize, ii. 140

Here holy Anselm lives in ev'ry page, ii. 298

Here, take again thy sackcloth! and thank heav'n ii. 83

Here the great well-spring of wash'd souls, with beams ii. 313

His deep, dark heart--bent to supplant-- ii. 292

Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all night i. 207

How could that paper sent, ii. 307

How is man parcell'd out! how ev'ry hour i. 139

How kind is Heav'n to man! if here i. 107

How oft have we beheld wild beasts appear ii. 325

How rich, O Lord, how fresh Thy visits are! i. 105

How shrill are silent tears! when sin got head i. 124

I am confirm'd, and so much wing is given ii. 79

I call'd it once my sloth: in such an age ii. 58

I cannot reach it; and my striving eye i. 249

I did but see thee! and how vain it is ii. 90

I have consider'd it; and find i. 90

I have it now: i. 238

I knew it would be thus! and my just fears ii. 94

I knew thee not, nor durst attendance strive ii. 87

I saw beneath Tarentum's stately towers ii. 296

I saw Eternity the other night i. 150

I see the Temple in thy pillar rear'd; i. 261

I see the use: and know my blood i. 69

I've read thy soul's fair nightpiece, and have seen ii. 77

I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour, i. 171

I whose first year flourished with youthful verse, ii. 125

I wonder, James, through the whole history ii. 70

I write not here, as if thy last in store ii. 59

I wrote it down. But one that saw i. 264

If Amoret, that glorious eye, ii. 13

"If any have an ear," i. 242

If I were dead, and in my place ii. 16

If old tradition hath not fail'd, ii. 233

If sever'd friends by sympathy can join, ii. 178

If this world's friends might see but once i. 232

If weeping eyes could wash away ii. 151

If with an open, bounteous hand ii. 135

In all the parts of earth, from farthest West, ii. 28

In March birds couple, a new birth ii. 295

In those bless'd fields of everlasting air ii. 119

Isca parens florum, placido qui spumeus ore ii. 157

It is perform'd! and thy great name doth run ii. 193

It lives when kill'd, and brancheth when 'tis lopp'd ii. 301

It would less vex distressed man ii. 145

Jesus, my life! how shall I truly love Thee? i. 200

Joy of my life while left me here! i. 67

Knave's tongues and calumnies no more doth prize ii. 292

King of comforts! King of Life! i. 127

King of mercy, King of love, i. 174

Learning and Law, your day is done, ii. 213

Leave Amoret, melt not away so fast ii. 23

Let me not weep to see thy ravish'd house ii. 307

Let not thy youth and false delights ii. 146

Life, Marcellina, leaving thy fair frame, ii. 312

Like some fair oak, that when her boughs ii. 302

[Like] to speedy posts, bear hence the lamp of life ii. 304

Long life, oppress'd with many woes, ii. 306

Long since great wits have left the stage ii. 211

Lord, bind me up, and let me lie i. 161

Lord Jesus! with what sweetness and delights, i. 177

Lord, since Thou didst in this vile clay i. 116

Lord! what a busy restless thing i. 48

Lord, when Thou didst on Sinai pitch, i. 148

Lord, when Thou didst Thyself undress, i. 51

Lord, with what courage, and delight i. 80

Love, the world's life! What a sad death ii. 223

Man should with virtue arm'd and hearten'd be ii. 303

Mark, when the evening's cooler wings ii. 21

Most happy man! who in his own sweet fields ii. 236

My dear, Almighty Lord! why dost Thou weep? i. 220

My God and King! to Thee i. 259

My God, how gracious art Thou! I had slipt i. 89

My God! Thou that didst die for me, i. 13

My God, when I walk in those groves i. 30

My soul, my pleasant soul, and witty, ii. 294

My soul, there is a country i. 83

Nature even for herself doth lay a snare, ii. 303

Nimble sigh on thy warm wings, ii. 10

Nothing on earth, nothing at all ii. 149

Now I have seen her; and by Cupid ii. 206

Now that the public sorrow doth subside ii. 189

O book! Life's guide! how shall we part; i. 287

O come, and welcome! come, refine! ii. 251

O come away, i. 274

O day of life, of light, of love! i. 267

O do not go! Thou know'st I'll die! i. 214

O dulcis luctus, risuque potentior omni! ii. 221

O health, the chief of gifts divine! ii. 293

O holy, blessed, glorious Three, i. 201

O in what haste, with clouds and night ii. 126

O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flowers i. 71

O knit me, that am crumbled dust! the heap i. 46

O my chief good! i. 84

O quae frondosae per am[oe]na cubilia silvae ii. 160

O, subtle Love! thy peace is war; ii. 220

O tell me whence that joy doth spring i. 284

O the new world's new-quick'ning Sun! i. 289

O Thou great builder of this starry frame, ii. 129

O Thou that lovest a pure and whiten'd soul; i. 130

O Thou! the first-fruits of the dead, i. 78

O Thou who didst deny to me ii. 263

O Thy bright looks! Thy glance of love i. 197

O when my God, my Glory, brings i. 260

Obdurate still and tongue-tied, you accuse ii. 308

Oft have I seen, when that renewing breath i. 25

Patience digesteth misery ii. 302

Peace? and to all the world? Sure One, ii. 259

Peace, peace! I blush to hear thee; when thou art i. 108

Peace, peace! I know 'twas brave; i. 65

Peace, peace! it is not so. Thou dost miscall i. 137

Peter, when thou this pleasant world dost see, ii. 299

Praying! and to be married! It was rare, i. 37

Quid celebras auratam undam, et combusta pyropis ii. 265

Quite spent with thoughts, I left my cell, and lay i. 57

Quod vixi, Mathaee dedit pater, haec tamen olim ii. 158

Sacred and secret hand! i. 223

Sad, purple well! whose bubbling eye i. 254

Saw not, Lysimachus, last day, when we ii. 195

Say, witty fair one, from what sphere ii. 100

See what thou wert! by what Platonic round ii. 175

See you that beauteous queen, which no age tames? ii. 219

Sees not my friend, what a deep snow ii. 99

Shall I believe you can make me return, ii. 306

Shall I complain, or not? or shall I mask ii. 112

Sickness and death, you are but sluggish things, ii. 309

Silence and stealth of days! 'Tis now, i. 74

Since dying for me, Thou didst crave no more i. 278

Since I in storms us'd most to be, i. 283

Since in a land not barren still, i. 145

Since last we met, thou and thy horse--my dear-- ii. 73

Sion's true, glorious God! on Thee i. 269

So from our cold, rude world, which all things tires, ii. 204

So our decays God comforts by ii. 295

So, stick up ivy and the bays, ii. 261

Some esteem it no point of revenge to kill ii. 323

Some struggle and groan as if by panthers torn, ii. 300

Still young and fine! but what is still in view i. 230

Sure, it was so. Man in those early days i. 101

Sure Priam will to mirth incline, ii. 291

Sure, there's a tie of bodies! and as they i. 82

Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, i. 209

Sweet, harmless live[r]s!--on whose leisure i. 158

Sweet, sacred hill! on whose fair brow i. 49

Tentasti, fateor, sine vulnere saepius et me i. liv

Thanks, mighty Silver! I rejoice to see ii. 68

That man for misery excell'd ii. 293

That the fierce pard doth at a beck ii. 325

That the world in constant force ii. 142

The lucky World show'd me one day i. 226

The naked man too gets the field, ii. 300

The painful cross with flowers and palms is crown'd, ii. 314

The pains of Saints and Saints' rewards are twins, ii. 314

The plenteous evils of frail life fill the old: ii. 305

The strongest body and the best ii. 323

The trees we set grow slowly, and their shade ii. 297

The untired strength of never-ceasing motion, ii. 324

The whole wench--how complete soe'er--was but ii. 298

There are that do believe all things succeed ii. 295

There's need, betwixt his clothes, his bed and board ii. 322

They are all gone into the world of light! i. 182

--They fain would--if they might-- ii. 302

This is the day--blithe god of sack--which we, ii. 106

This pledge of your joint love, to heaven now fled, ii. 308

Those sacred days by tedious Time delay'd, ii. 315

Though since thy first sad entrance by i. 272

Thou that know'st for whom I mourn, i. 54

Thou the nepenthe easing grief ii. 301

Thou who didst place me in this busy street i. 244

Thou, who dost flow and flourish here below, i. 198

Thou, whose sad heart, and weeping head lies low i. 133

Through pleasant green fields enter you the way ii. 313

Through that pure virgin shrine, i. 251

Time's teller wrought into a little round, ii. 324

'Tis a sad Land, that in one day i. 23

'Tis dead night round about: Horror doth creep i. 41

'Tis madness sure; and I am in the fit, ii. 184

'Tis not rich furniture and gems, ii. 147

'Tis now clear day: I see a rose i. 33

'Tis true, I am undone: yet, ere I die, ii. 17

To live a stranger unto life ii. 304

True life in this is shown, ii. 304

'Twas so; I saw thy birth. That drowsy lake i. 45

Tyrant, farewell! this heart, the prize ii. 8

Unfold! Unfold! Take in His light, ii. 254

Up, O my soul! and bless the Lord! O God, i. 202

Up to those bright and gladsome hills, i. 136

Vain, sinful art! who first did fit i. 219

Vain wits and eyes i. 16

Virtue's fair cares some people measure ii. 303

Vivaces oculorum ignes et lumina dia ii. 159

Waters above! eternal springs! ii. 248

Weary of this same clay and straw, I laid i. 153

We thank you, worthy Sir, that now we see ii. 97

Weighing the steadfastness and state i. 169

Welcome, dear book, soul's joy and food! The feast i. 103

Welcome sweet and sacred feast! welcome life! i. 134

Welcome, white day! a thousand suns, i. 184

Well, we are rescued! and by thy rare pen ii. 104

What can the man do that succeeds the king? i. 247

What clouds, Menalcas, do oppress thy brow, ii. 278

What fix'd affections, and lov'd laws ii. 228

What happy, secret fountain, i. 241

What greater good hath decked great Pompey's crown ii. 306

What is't to me that spacious rivers run ii. 295

What planet rul'd your birth? what witty star? ii. 57

What smiling star in that fair night, ii. 214

What though they boast their riches unto us? ii. 292

Whatever 'tis, whose beauty here below i. 191

When Daphne's lover here first wore the bays, ii. 61

When first I saw True Beauty, and Thy joys i. 168

When first Thou didst even from the grave i. 110

When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leave i. 94

When Jove a heav'n of small glass did behold, ii. 238

When the Crab's fierce constellation ii. 131

When the fair year i. 212

When the sun from his rosy bed ii. 136

When through the North a fire shall rush i. 28

When to my eyes, i. 63

When we are dead, and now, no more ii. 5

When with these eyes, clos'd now by Thee, i. 271

Whenever did, I pray, ii. 322

Where reverend bards of old have sate ii. 172

Where'er my fancy calls, there I go still, ii. 322

Whither, O whither didst thou fly ii. 250

Who wisely would for his retreat ii. 137

Who would unclouded see the laws ii. 230

Who on you throne of azure sits, i. 142

Whom God doth take care for, and love, ii. 306

Whose calm soul in a settled state ii. 128

Whose guilty soul, with terrors fraught, doth frame, ii. 303

Whose hissings fright all Nature's monstrous ills, ii. 305

With restless cares they waste the night and day, ii. 322

With what deep murmurs, through Time's silent stealth, i. 280

Y Pader, pan trier, Duw-tri a'i dododd ii. 323

You have consum'd my language, and my pen, ii. 109

You have oblig'd the patriarch: and 'tis known ii. 187

You minister to others' wounds a cure, ii. 291

You see what splendour through the spacious aisle, ii. 314

You that to wash your flesh and souls draw near, ii. 312

Youth, beauty, virtue, innocence ii. 102

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