The Works in Verse and Prose Complete of Henry Vaughan, Silurist Volume 1

The Works in Verse and Prose Complete of Henry Vaughan, Silurist Volume 1

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ... bless; Let me not scatter, and despise my food, Or nail those blessed limbs again Which bore my pain. So shall Thy mercies flow: for while I fear, I know Thou'lt bear. But should Thy mild injunction nothing move me, I would both think, and judge, I did not love Thee. John, Cap. 14, Veb. 15. If ye love Me, keep My commandments. THE WORLD. SAW Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright; And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years, Driv'n by the spheres Like a vast shadow mov'd; in which the world And all her train were hurl'd. The doting lover in his queintest strain Did there complain; Neer him, his lute, his fancy, and his slights,1 Wit's sour8 delights; With gloves, and knots, the silly snares of pleasure, Yet his dear treasure, All scatter'd lay, while he his eys did pour Upon a flowr. 2. The darksome statesman, hung with weights and woe, Like a thick midnight-fog, mov'd there so slow, He did not stay, nor go; Condemning thoughts--like sad ecclipses--scowl Upon his soul, And clouds of crying witnesses without Pursued him with one shout. Yet dig'd the mole, and lest his ways be found, Workt under ground, Where he did clutch his prey; but one did see That policie; Churches and altars fed him; perjuries Were gnats and flies; It rain'd about him bloud and tears, but he Drank them as free. 3. The fearfull miser on a heap of rust Sate pining all his life there, did scarce trust His own hands with the dust, Yet would not place one peece above, but lives In feare of theeves. Thousands there were as frantick as himself, And hug'd each one his pelf; The down-right epicure plac'd heav'n in sense, And scorn'd pretence; While others, slipt into a wide excesse, Said little lesse; The weaker sort, more

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  • Paperback | 68 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 141g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123663540X
  • 9781236635402