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From Eucharistica Oxoniensia in Caroli Regis nostri e Scotia Reditum Gratulatoria (1641). [TO CHARLES THE FIRST.] As kings do rule like th' heavens, who dispense
To parts remote and near their influence;
So doth our Charles move also; while he posts
From south to north, and back to southern coasts;
Like to the starry orb, which in its round
Moves to those very points; but while 'tis bound
For north, there is—some guess—a trembling fit
And shivering in the part that's opposite.
What were our fears and pantings, what dire fame
Heard we of Irish tumults, sword, and flame!
Which now we think but blessings, as being sent
Only as matter, whereupon 'twas meant,
The British thus united might express,
The strength of joinÈd Powers to suppress,
Or conquer foes. This is Great Britain's bliss;
The island in itself a just world is.
Here no commotion shall we find or fear,
But of the Court's removal, no sad tear
Or cloudy brow, but when you leave us. Then
Discord is loyalty professÈd, when
Nations do strive, which shall the happier be
T' enjoy your bounteous rays of majesty
Which yet you throw in undivided dart,
For things divine allow no share or part.
The same kind virtue doth at once disclose
The beauty of their thistle and our rose.
Thus you do mingle souls and firmly knit
What were but join'd before; you Scotsmen fit
Closely with us, and reuniter prove;
You fetch'd the crown before, and now their love.
H. Vaughan, Ies. Col.
From Of the Benefit we may get by our Enemies: translated from Plutarch (1651). 1. [HOMER. ILIAD, I. 255-6.] Sure Priam will to mirth incline,
And all that are of Priam's line.
2. [AESCHYLUS. SEPTEM CONTRA THEBES, 600-1.] Feeding on fruits which in the heavens do grow,
Whence all divine and holy counsels flow.
3. [EURIPIDES. ORESTES, 251-2.] Excel then if thou canst, be not withstood,
But strive and overcome the evil with good.
4. [EURIPIDES. FRAGM. MLXXI.] You minister to others' wounds a cure,
But leave your own all rotten and impure.
5. [EURIPIDES. CRESPHONTES, FRAGM. CCCCLV.] Chance, taking from me things of highest price,
At a dear rate hath taught me to be wise.
6. [INCERTI.] [He] Knaves' tongues and calumnies no more doth prize
Than the vain buzzing of so many flies.
7. [PINDAR. FRAGM. C.] His deep, dark heart—bent to supplant—
Is iron, or else adamant.
8. [SOLON. FRAGM. XV.] What though they boast their riches unto us?
Those cannot say that they are virtuous.
From Of the Diseases of the Mind and the Body: translated from Plutarch (1651). 1. [HOMER. ILIAD, XVII. 446-7.] That man for misery excell'd
All creatures which the wide world held.
2. [EURIPIDES. BACCHAE, 1170-4.] A tender kid—see, where 'tis put—
I on the hills did slay,
Now dress'd and into quarters cut,
A pleasant, dainty prey.
From Of the Diseases of the Mind and the Body: translated from Maximus Tyrius (1651). 1. [ARIPHRON.] O health, the chief of gifts divine!
I would I might with thee and thine
Live all those days appointed mine!
From The Mount of Olives (1652). 1. [DEATH.] Draw near, fond man, and dress thee by this glass,
Mark how thy bravery and big looks must pass
Into corruption, rottenness and dust;
The frail supporters which betray'd thy trust.
O weigh in time thy last and loathsome state!
To purchase heav'n for tears is no hard rate.
Our glory, greatness, wisdom, all we have,
If mis-employ'd, but add hell to the grave:
Only a fair redemption of evil times
Finds life in death, and buries all our crimes.
2. [HADRIAN'S ADDRESS TO HIS SOUL.] My soul, my pleasant soul, and witty,
The guest and consort of my body.
Into what place now all alone
Naked and sad wilt thou be gone?
No mirth, no wit, as heretofore,
Nor jests wilt thou afford me more.
3. [PAULINUS. CARM. APP. I. 35-40.] What is't to me that spacious rivers run
Whole ages, and their streams are never done?
Those still remain: but all my fathers died,
And I myself but for few days abide.
4. [ANEURIN. ENGLYNION Y MISOEDD, III. 1-4.] In March birds couple, a new birth
Of herbs and flow'rs breaks through the earth;
But in the grave none stirs his head,
Long is the impris'ment of the dead.
5. [INCERTI.] So our decays God comforts by
The stars' concurrent state on high.
6. [JUVENAL. SATIRE XIII. 86-8.] There are that do believe all things succeed
By chance or fortune: and that nought's decreed
By a divine, wise Will; but blindly call
Old Time and Nature rulers over all.
7. [INCERTI.] From the first hour the heavens were made
Unto the last, when all shall fade,
Count—if thou canst—the drops of dew,
The stars of heav'n and streams that flow,
The falling snow, the dropping show'rs,
And in the month of May, the flow'rs,
Their scents and colours, and what store
Of grapes and apples Autumn bore,
How many grains the Summer bears,
What leaves the wind in Winter tears;
Count all the creatures in the world,
The motes which in the air are hurl'd,
The hairs of beasts and mankind, and
The shore's innumerable sand,
The blades of grass, and to these last
Add all the years which now are past,
With those whose course is yet to come,
And all their minutes in one sum.
When all is done, the damned's state
Outruns them still, and knows no date.
8. [VIRGIL. GEORGICS, IV. 12-138.] I saw beneath Tarentum's stately towers
An old Cilician spend his peaceful hours.
Some few bad acres in a waste, wild field,
Which neither grass, nor corn, nor vines would yield,
He did possess. There—amongst thorns and weeds—
Cheap herbs and coleworts, with the common seeds
Of chesboule or tame poppies, he did sow,
And vervain with white lilies caused to grow.
Content he was, as are successful kings,
And late at night come home—for long work brings
The night still home—with unbought messes laid
On his low table he his hunger stay'd.
Roses he gather'd in the youthful Spring,
And apples in the Autumn home did bring:
And when the sad, cold Winter burst with frost
The stones, and the still streams in ice were lost,
He would soft leaves of bear's-foot crop, and chide
The slow west winds and ling'ring Summer-tide!
9. [VIRGIL. AENEID, III. 515.] And rising at midnight the stars espied,
All posting westward in a silent glide.
10. [VIRGIL. GEORGICS, II. 58.] The trees we set grow slowly, and their shade
Stays for our sons, while we—the planters—fade.
From Man in Glory: translated from Anselm (1652). 1. [ANSELM.] Here holy Anselm lives in ev'ry page,
And sits archbishop still, to vex the age.
Had he foreseen—and who knows but he did?—
This fatal wrack, which deep in time lay hid,
'Tis but just to believe, that little hand
Which clouded him, but now benights our land,
Had never—like Elias—driv'n him hence,
A sad retirer for a slight offence.
For were he now, like the returning year,
Restor'd, to view these desolations here,
He would do penance for his old complaint,
And—weeping—say, that Rufus was a saint.
From the Epistle-Dedicatory to Flores Solitudinis (1654). 1. [BISSELLIUS.] The whole wench—how complete soe'er—was but
A specious bait; a soft, sly, tempting slut;
A pleasing witch; a living death; a fair,
Thriving disease; a fresh, infectious air;
A precious plague; a fury sweetly drawn;
Wild fire laid up and finely dress'd in lawn.
2. [AUGURELLIUS.] Peter, when thou this pleasant world dost see,
Believe, thou seest mere dreams and vanity,
Not real things, but false, and through the air
Each-where an empty, slipp'ry scene, though fair.
The chirping birds, the fresh woods' shady boughs,
The leaves' shrill whispers, when the west wind blows,
The swift, fierce greyhounds coursing on the plains,
The flying hare, distress'd 'twixt fear and pains,
The bloomy maid decking with flow'rs her head,
The gladsome, easy youth by light love led;
And whatsoe'er here with admiring eyes
Thou seem'st to see, 'tis but a frail disguise
Worn by eternal things, a passive dress
Put on by beings that are passiveless.
From a Discourse Of Temperance and Patience: translated from Nierembergius (1654). 1. [INCERTI.] The naked man too gets the field,
And often makes the armÈd foe to yield.
2. [LUCRETIUS, IV. 1012-1020.] [Some] struggle and groan as if by panthers torn,
Or lions' teeth, which makes them loudly mourn;
Some others seem unto themselves to die;
Some climb steep solitudes and mountains high,
From whence they seem to fall inanely down,
Panting with fear, till wak'd, and scarce their own
They feel about them if in bed they lie,
Deceiv'd with dreams, and Night's imagery.
In vain with earnest strugglings they contend
To ease themselves: for when they stir and bend
Their greatest force to do it, even then most
Of all they faint, and in their hopes are cross'd.
Nor tongue, nor hand, nor foot will serve their turn,
But without speech and strength within, they mourn.
3. [INCERTI.] Thou the nepenthe easing grief
Art, and the mind's healing relief.
4. [INCERTI.] Base man! and couldst thou think Cato alone
Wants courage to be dry? and but him, none?
Look'd I so soft? breath'd I such base desires,
Not proof against this Lybic sun's weak fires?
That shame and plague on thee more justly lie!
To drink alone, when all our troops are dry.
For with brave rage he flung it on the sand,
And the spilt draught suffic'd each thirsty band
5. [INCERTI.] [Death keeps off]
And will not bear the cry
Of distress'd man, nor shut his weeping eye
6. [MAXIMUS.] It lives when kill'd, and brancheth when 'tis lopp'd.
7. [MAXIMUS.] Like some fair oak, that when her boughs
Are cut by rude hands, thicker grows;
And from those wounds the iron made
Resumes a rich and fresher shade.
8. [GREGORY NAZIANZEN.] Patience digesteth misery.
9. [MARIUS VICTOR.] ——They fain would—if they might—
Descend to hide themselves in Hell. So light
Of foot is Vengeance; and so near to sin,
That soon as done, the actors do begin
To fear and suffer by themselves: Death moves
Before their eyes; sad dens and dusky groves
They haunt, and hope—vain hope which Fear doth guide!—
That those dark shades their inward guilt can hide.
10. [INCERTI.] But night and day doth his own life molest,
And bears his judge and witness in his breast.
11. [THEODOTUS.] Virtue's fair cares some people measure
For poisonous works that hinder pleasure.
12. [INCERTI.] Man should with virtue arm'd and hearten'd be,
And innocently watch his enemy:
For fearless freedom, which none can control,
Is gotten by a pure and upright soul.
13. [INCERTI.] Whose guilty soul, with terrors fraught, doth frame
New torments still, and still doth blow that flame
Which still burns him, nor sees what end can be
Of his dire plagues, and fruitful penalty;
But fears them living, and fears more to die;
Which makes his life a constant tragedy.
14. [INCERTI.] And for life's sake to lose the crown of life.
15. [INCERTI.] Nature even for herself doth lay a snare,
And handsome faces their own traitors are.
16. [MENANDER.] True life in this is shown,
To live for all men's good, not for our own.
17. [INCERTI.] As Egypt's drought by Nilus is redress'd,
So thy wise tongue doth comfort the oppress'd.
18. [INCERTI.] [Like] to speedy posts, bear hence the lamp of life.
19. [DIONYSIUS LYRINENSIS.] All worldly things, even while they grow, decay;
As smoke doth, by ascending, waste away.
20. [INCERTI.] To live a stranger unto life.
From a Discourse of Life and Death: translated from Nierembergius (1654). 1. [INCERTI.] Whose hissings fright all Nature's monstrous ills;
His eye darts death, more swift than poison kills.
All monsters by instinct to him give place,
They fly for life, for death lives in his face;
And he alone by Nature's hid commands
Reigns paramount, and prince of all the sands.
2. [INCERTI.] The plenteous evils of frail life fill the old:
Their wasted limbs the loose skin in dry folds
Doth hang about: their joints are numb'd, and through
Their veins, not blood, but rheums and waters flow.
Their trembling bodies with a staff they stay,
Nor do they breathe, but sadly sigh all day.
Thoughts tire their hearts, to them their very mind
Is a disease; their eyes no sleep can find.
3. [MIMNERMUS.] Against the virtuous man we all make head,
And hate him while he lives, but praise him dead.
4. [INCERTI.] Long life, oppress'd with many woes,
Meets more, the further still it goes.
5. [JUVENAL. SATIRE X. 278-286.] What greater good had deck'd great Pompey's crown
Than death, if in his honours fully blown,
And mature glories he had died? those piles
Of huge success, loud fame, and lofty styles
Built in his active youth, long lazy life
Saw quite demolish'd by ambitious strife.
He lived to wear the weak and melting snow
Of luckless age, where garlands seldom grow,
But by repining Fate torn from the head
Which wore them once, are on another shed.
6. [MENANDER. FRAGM. CXXVIII.] Whom God doth take care for, and love,
He dies young here, to live above.
7. [INCERTI.] Sickness and death, you are but sluggish things,
And cannot reach a heart that hath got wings.
From Primitive Holiness, set forth in the Life of Blessed Paulinus (1654). 1. [AUSONIUS. EPIST. XXIV. 115-16.] Let me not weep to see thy ravish'd house
All sad and silent, without lord or spouse,
And all those vast dominions once thine own
Torn 'twixt a hundred slaves to me unknown.
2. [AUSONIUS. EPIST. XXIII. 30-1; XXV. 5-9, 14, 17.] How could that paper sent,
That luckless paper, merit thy contempt?
Ev'n foe to foe—though furiously—replies,
And the defied his enemy defies.
Amidst the swords and wounds, there's a salute,
Rocks answer man, and though hard are not mute.
Nature made nothing dumb, nothing unkind:
The trees and leaves speak trembling to the wind.
If thou dost fear discoveries, and the blot
Of my love, Tanaquil shall know it not.
3. [PAULINUS. CARM. XI. 1-5; X. 189-92.] Obdurate still and tongue-tied, you accuse
—Though yours is ever vocal—my dull muse;
You blame my lazy, lurking life, and add
I scorn your love, a calumny most sad;
Then tell me, that I fear my wife, and dart
Harsh, cutting words against my dearest heart.
Leave, learnÈd father, leave this bitter course,
My studies are not turn'd unto the worse;
I am not mad, nor idle, nor deny
Your great deserts, and my debt, nor have I
A wife like Tanaquil, as wildly you
Object, but a Lucretia, chaste and true.
4. [PAULINUS. CARM. XXXI. 581-2, 585-90, 601-2, 607-12.] This pledge of your joint love, to heaven now fled,
With honey-combs and milk of life is fed.
Or with the Bethlem babes—whom Herod's rage
Kill'd in their tender, happy, holy age—
Doth walk the groves of Paradise, and make
Garlands, which those young martyrs from him take.
With these his eyes on the mild Lamb are fix'd,
A virgin-child with virgin-infants mix'd.
Such is my Celsus too, who soon as given,
Was taken back—on the eighth day—to heaven
To whom at Alcala I sadly gave
Amongst the martyrs' tombs a little grave.
He now with yours—gone both the blessed way—
Amongst the trees of life doth smile and play;
And this one drop of our mix'd blood may be
A light for my Therasia, and for me.
5. [AUSONIUS. EPIST. XXV. 50, 56-7, 60-2.] [69] The original has gry.
From Hermetical Physic: translated from Henry Nollius (1655). 1. [HORACE. EPIST. I. 1, 14-5.] Where'er my fancy calls, there I go still,
Not sworn a slave to any master's will.
2. [INCERTI.] There's need, betwixt his clothes, his bed and board,
Of all that Earth and Sea and Air afford.
3. [INCERTI.] With restless cares they waste the night and day,
To compass great estates, and get the sway.
4. [JUVENAL. SATIRE XV. 160-164.] Whenever did, I pray,
One lion take another's life away?
Or in what forest did a wild boar by
The tusks of his own fellow wounded die?
Tigers with tigers never have debate;
And bears among themselves abstain from hate
5. [JUVENAL. SATIRE XV. 169-171.] [Some] esteem it no point of revenge to kill,
Unless they may drink up the blood they spill:
Who do believe that hands, and hearts, and heads,
Are but a kind of meat, etc.
6. [INCERTI.] The strongest body and the best
Cannot subsist without due rest.
From Thomas Powell's Cerbyd Fechydwiaeth (1657). 1. [THE LORD'S PRAYER.] Y Pader, pan trier, Duw-tri a'i dododd
O'i dadol ddaioni,
Yn faen-gwaddan i bob gweddi,
Ac athrawieth a wnaeth i ni.
Ol[or] Vaughan.
From Thomas Powell's Humane Industry (1661). 1. [CAMPION. EPIGR. I. 151.] Time's-Teller wrought into a little round,
Which count'st the days and nights with watchful sound;
How—when once fix'd—with busy wheels dost thou
The twice twelve useful hours drive on and show;
And where I go, go'st with me without strife,
The monitor and ease of fleeting life.
2. [GROTIUS. LIB. EPIGR. II.] The untired strength of never-ceasing motion,
A restless rest, a toilless operation,
Heaven then had given it, when wise Nature did
To frail and solid things one place forbid;
And parting both, made the moon's orb their bound,
Damning to various change this lower ground.
But now what Nature hath those laws transgress'd,
Giving to Earth a work that ne'er will rest?
Though 'tis most strange, yet—great King—'tis not new:
This work was seen and found before, in you.
In you, whose mind—though still calm—never sleeps,
But through your realms one constant motion keeps:
As your mind—then—was Heaven's type first, so this
But the taught anti-type of your mind is.
3. [JUVENAL. SATIRE III.] How oft have we beheld wild beasts appear
From broken gulfs of earth, upon some part
Of sand that did not sink! How often there
And thence, did golden boughs o'er-saffron'd start!
Nor only saw we monsters of the wood,
But I have seen sea-calves whom bears withstood;
And such a kind of beast as might be named
A horse, but in most foul proportion framed.
4. [MARTIAL. EPIGR. I. 105.] That the fierce pard doth at a beck
Yield to the yoke his spotted neck,
And the untoward tiger bear
The whip with a submissive fear;
That stags do foam with golden bits.
And the rough Libyc bear submits
Unto the ring; that a wild boar
Like that which Calydon of yore
Brought forth, doth mildly put his head
In purple muzzles to be led;
That the vast, strong-limb'd buffles draw
The British chariots with taught awe,
And the elephant with courtship falls
To any dance the negro calls:
Would not you think such sports as those
Were shows which the gods did expose?
But these are nothing, when we see
That hares by lions hunted be, etc.
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