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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 I. Morgan of White-hall Esq; upon his sudden Journey and succeeding Marriage.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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To I. Morgan of White-hall Esq; upon his sudden Journey and succeeding Marriage.

So from our cold, rude World, which all things tires
To his warm Indies the bright sun retires.
Where in those provinces of Gold and spice
Perfumes his progress: pleasures fill his Eyes.
Which so refresh'd in their return convey
Fire into Rubies, into Chrystalls day;
And prove, that Light in kinder Climates can
Work more on senseless Stones, than here on man.
But you, like one ordain'd to shine, take in
Both Light and Heat: can Love and Wisdom spin
Into one thred, and with that firmly tye
The same bright Blessings on posterity;
Which so intail'd, like Jewels of the Crown,
Shall with your Name descend still to your own.
When I am dead, and malice or neglect
The worst they can upon my dust reflect,
(For Poets yet have left no names, but such
As men have envied, or despis'd too much;)
You above both (and what state more excells
Since a just Fame like Health, nor wants, nor swells?)
To after ages shall remain Entire,
And shine still spottles, like your planets Fire.
No single lustre neither; the access
Of your fair Love will yours adorn and bless;
Till from that bright Conjunction, men may view
A Constellation circling her and you:

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So two sweet Rose-buds from their Virgin-beds
First peep and blush, then kiss and couple heads;
Till yearly blessings so increase their store
Those two can number two and twenty more,
And the fair Bank (by heav'ns free bounty Crown'd)
With choice of Sweets and Beauties doth abound;
Till time, which Familys like Flowers far spreads;
Gives them for Garlands to the best of heads.
Then late posterity (if chance, or some
Weak Eccho, almost quite expir'd and dumb
shall tell them, who the Poet was, and how (know)
He liv'd and lov'd thee too; which thou do'st
Strait to my grave will Flowers and spices bring
With Lights and Hymns, and for an Offering
There vow this truth; That Love (which in old times
Was censur'd blind, and will contract worse Crimes
If hearts mend not; did for thy sake in me
Find both his Eyes, and all foretell and see.