Poems, with The tenth Satyre of Iuvenal Englished ::

Poems, with The tenth Satyre of Iuvenal Englished

By Henry Vaughan

Vaughan, Henry (1622-1695)

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To my Ingenuous Friend, R. W.

Les Amours.

To Amoret, The Sigh.

To his Friend Being in Love.

Song.

To Amoret, Walking in a Starry Evening.

To Amoret GONE FROM HIM.

A Song to Amoret.

An Elegy.

A Rhapsodis.

To Amoret, of the difference 'twixt him, and other Lovers, and what true Love is.

To Amoret WEEPING.

UPON THE PRIORIE GROVE, His usuall Retyrement.

IVVENALS TENTH SATYRE TRANSLATED.

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To Amoret, of the difference 'twixt him, and other Lovers, and what true Love is.

Marke, when the Evenings cooler wings
Fanne the afflicted ayre, how the faint Sunne,
Leaving undone,
What he begunne,
Those spurious flames suckt up from slime, and earth
To their first, low birth,
Resignes, and brings.

They shoot their tinsill beames, and vanities,
Thredding with those false fires their way;
But as you stay
And see them stray,
You loose the flaming track, and subt'ly they
Languish away,
And cheate your Eyes.

Just so base, Sublunarie Lovers hearts
Fed on loose prophane desires,
May for an Eye,
Or face comply:
But those removed, they will as soone depart,
And shew their Art,
And painted fires.

Whil'st I by pow'rfull Love, so much refin'd,
That my absent soule the same is,
Carelesse to misse,
A glaunce, or kisse,
Can with those Elements of lust and sence,
Freely dispence,
And court the mind.

Thus to the North the Loadstones move,
And thus to them th'enamour'd steel aspires:
Thus, Amoret,
I doe affect;
And thus by winged beames, and mutuall fire,
Spirits and Stars conspire,
And this is Love.

University of Virginia Library

To Amoret, of the difference 'twixt him, and other Lovers, and what true Love is.