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
By the heat and lustre for his own,
So may each branch of yours we see
Your copies and our wonders be!

And when no more on earth you may remain,
Invited hence to heaven again,

Then may your virtuous virgin-flames
Shine in those heirs of your fair names,
And teach the world that mystery-
Yourselves in your posterity!

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,
Nothing fresh nor gay be had.
Farewell pleasure! farewell Spring!
Farewell every sweeter thing!
The Year will pine away and mourn,
And Winter instantly return.

But, if you vouchsafe to stay

Only till the end of May,
Take it upon Flora's word,
Never sweeter Spring was tow'rd,

Never was Favonian wind

More propitiously inclined,

Never was in heaven nor earth
Promised more profuser mirth.

Such sweet force your presence has
To bring a joy to every place:
Such a virtue has your sight,
All are cheer'd and gladded by 't;
Such a freshness as does bring

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
Too glorious to be here confined.
Earth for a while bespoke his stay,
Only to bait, and so away:

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
Living one bed, now dead one grave:
Whose love being equal, neither could
A life unequal wish to hold;
But left a question, whether one
Did follow 'cause her mate was gone,
Or the other went before to stay
Till that his fellow came away:
So that one pious tear now must
Besprinkle either parent's dust,
And two great sorrows jointly run
And close into a larger one,
Or rather turn to joy, to see
The burial but the wedding be.

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,