VAUGHAN When now the tyrant heat expires And his cool'd locks breathe milder fires! And as the parcel'd glories he doth shed. Are the fair issues of his head, Which, ne'er so distant, are soon known And when no more on earth you may remain, Then may your virtuous virgin-flames So you to both worlds shall rich presents bring; And, gather'd up to heaven, leave here a Spring. P 97 RICHARD FLECKNOE CHLORIS CHLORIS! if ere May be done You but offer to be gone, Flowers will wither, green will fade, But, if you vouchsafe to stay Only till the end of May, Never was Favonian wind More propitiously inclined, Never was in heaven nor earth Such sweet force your presence has Along with it perpetual Spring; Such a gaiety the while, As makes both heaven and earth to smile. R. FLETCHER AN EPITAPH ON HIS DECEASED FRIEND HERE LIES the ruin'd Cabinet Of a rich Soul more highly set : The dross and refuse of a Mind So that what here he doated on Was merely accommodation. Not that his active soul could be At home but in eternity, Yet, while he bless'd us with the rays Of his short-continued days, Each minute had its weight of worth, Each pregnant hour some star brought forth. So, while he travel'd here beneath, He lived when others only breathe: For not a sand of time slipp'd by Without its action sweet as high. So good, so peaceable, so bless'd,Angels alone can speak the rest. JOHN HALL ΕΡΙΤΑΡΗ On a Gentleman and his Wife who died both within a very few days. 'HRICE happy pair! who had and have RH THE HAMADRYAD HAICOS was born amid the hills wherefrom Gnidos, the light of Caria, is discern'd: And small are the white-crested that play near, And smaller onward are the purple waves. Thence festal choirs were visible, all crown'd With rose and myrtle if they were in-born; If from Pandion sprang they, on the coast Where stern Athenè raised her citadel, Then olive was entwined with violets Cluster'd in bosses, regular and large. For various men wore various coronals; But one was their devotion: 'twas to her Whose laws all follow, her whose smile withdraws The sword from Arès, thunderbolt from Zeus, And whom in his chill caves the mutable Of mind, Poseidon the sea-king, reveres, |