Thalia Rediviva The Pass-times and Diversions of a Countrey-muse, In Choice Poems on several Occasions. With Some Learned Remains of the Eminent Eugenius Philalethes. Never made Publick till now [by Henry Vaughan] |
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To Lysimachus, the Author being with him in London.
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To Lysimachus, the Author being with him in London.
Saw not, Lysimachus, last day, when wee
Took the pure Air in its simplicity,
And our own too: how the trim'd Gallants went
Cringing, & past each step some Complement?
What strange, phantastic Diagrams they drew
With Legs and Arms; the like we never knew
In Euclid, Archimed: nor all of those
Whose learned lines are neither Verse nor Prose?
What store of Lace was there? how did the Gold
Run in rich Traces, but withall made bold
To measure the proud things, and so deride
The Fops with that, which was part of their pride?
How did they point at us, and boldly call,
As if we had been Vassals to them all,
Their poor Men-mules sent thither by hard fate
To yoke our selves for their Sedans and State?
Of all ambitions, this was not the least,
VVhose drift translated man into a beast.
VVhat blind discourse the Heroes did afford?
This Lady was their Friend, and such a Lord.
How much of Blood was in it? one could tell
He came from Bevis and his Arundel;
Morglay was yet with him, and he could do
More feats with it, than his old Grandsire too.
Took the pure Air in its simplicity,
And our own too: how the trim'd Gallants went
Cringing, & past each step some Complement?
What strange, phantastic Diagrams they drew
With Legs and Arms; the like we never knew
In Euclid, Archimed: nor all of those
Whose learned lines are neither Verse nor Prose?
What store of Lace was there? how did the Gold
Run in rich Traces, but withall made bold
To measure the proud things, and so deride
The Fops with that, which was part of their pride?
How did they point at us, and boldly call,
As if we had been Vassals to them all,
Their poor Men-mules sent thither by hard fate
To yoke our selves for their Sedans and State?
Of all ambitions, this was not the least,
VVhose drift translated man into a beast.
VVhat blind discourse the Heroes did afford?
This Lady was their Friend, and such a Lord.
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He came from Bevis and his Arundel;
Morglay was yet with him, and he could do
More feats with it, than his old Grandsire too.
Wonders my Friend at this? what is't to thee,
Who canst produce a nobler Pedigree,
And in meer truth affirm thy Soul of kin
To some bright Star, or to a Cherubin?
When these in their profuse moods spend the night
With the same sins, they drive away the light,
Thy learned thrift puts her to use; while she
Reveals her firy Volume unto thee;
And looking on the separated skies
And their clear Lamps with careful thoughts & eyes
Thou break'st through Natures upmost rooms & bars
To Heav'n, and there conversest with the Stars.
Who canst produce a nobler Pedigree,
And in meer truth affirm thy Soul of kin
To some bright Star, or to a Cherubin?
When these in their profuse moods spend the night
With the same sins, they drive away the light,
Thy learned thrift puts her to use; while she
Reveals her firy Volume unto thee;
And looking on the separated skies
And their clear Lamps with careful thoughts & eyes
Thou break'st through Natures upmost rooms & bars
To Heav'n, and there conversest with the Stars.
Well fare such harmless, happy nights that be
Obscur'd with nothing but their privacie:
And missing but the false world's glories, do
Miss all those vices, which attend them too!
Fret not to hear their ill-got, ill-giv'n praise;
Thy darkest nights outshine their brightest dayes.
Obscur'd with nothing but their privacie:
And missing but the false world's glories, do
Miss all those vices, which attend them too!
Fret not to hear their ill-got, ill-giv'n praise;
Thy darkest nights outshine their brightest dayes.
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