Silex Scintillans sacred poems and private ejaculations. The second Edition, In two Books; By Henry Vaughan, Silurist |
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Quickness.
False life! a foil and no more, when
Wilt thou be gone?
Thou foul deception of all men
That would not have the true come on.
Wilt thou be gone?
Thou foul deception of all men
That would not have the true come on.
Thou art a Moon-like toil; a blinde
Self-posing state;
A dark contest of waves and winde;
A meer tempestuous debate.
Self-posing state;
A dark contest of waves and winde;
A meer tempestuous debate.
Life is a fix'd, discerning light,
A knowing Joy;
No chance, or fit: but ever bright,
And calm and full, yet doth not cloy.
A knowing Joy;
No chance, or fit: but ever bright,
And calm and full, yet doth not cloy.
'Tis such a blissful thing, that still
Doth vivifie,
And shine and smile, and hath the skill
To please without Eternity.
Doth vivifie,
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To please without Eternity.
Thou art a toylsom Mole, or less
A moving mist.
But life is, what none can express,
A quickness, which my God hath kist.
A moving mist.
But life is, what none can express,
A quickness, which my God hath kist.
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