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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A64749	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.	Vaughan, Henry, 1622-1695.; J. W.; Vaughan, Thomas, 1622-1666. Viri insignissimi et poetarum.	1678 (1678)	Wing V127; ESTC R1483	43,453	114

an insant and can tell Many fair years spent in one quiet Cell No toils of fate made him from home far known Nor forreign waters drank driv'n from his own No loss by Sea no wild lands wastful war Vex'd him not the brib'd Coil of growns at bar Exempt from cares in Cities never seen The fresh field-air he loves and rural green The years set turns by fruits not Consuls knows Autumn by apples May by blossom'd houghs Within one hedg his Sun doth set and rise The world 's wide day his short Demeasnes comprise Where he observes some known concrescent twig Now grown an Oak and old like him and big Verona he doth for the Indies take And as the red Sea counts Benacus lake Yet are his limbs and strength untir'd and he A 〈◊〉 Grandsire three descents doth see Travel and sail who will search sea or shore This man hath liv'd and that hath wander'd more The Sphere of Archimedes out of Claudian Jupiter in parvo cum cerneret 〈◊〉 vitro Risit ad superos c. WHen Jove a heav'n of small glass did behold He smil'd and to the Gods these words he told Comes then the power of mans Art to this In a frail Orbe my work new acted is The poles decrees the fate of things God's laws Down by his Art old Archimedes draws Spirits inclos'd the sev'ral Stars attend And orderly the living work they bend A feigned Zodiac measures out the year Ev'ry new month a false Moon doth appear And now bold industry is proud it can Wheel round its world and rule the Stars by man Why at Salmoneus thunder do I stand Nature is rivall'd by a single hand The Phoenix out of Claudian Oceani summo 〈◊〉 aequore lucus Trans Indos Eurumque viret c A grove there grows round with the Sea confin'd Beyond the Indies and the Eastern wind Which as the Sun breaks forth in his first beam Salutes his steeds and hears him whip his team When with his dewy Coach the Eastern Bay Crackles whence blusheth the approaching day And blasted with his burnish'd wheels the night In a pale dress doth vanish from the light This the blest Phoenix Empire is here he Alone exempted from mortality Enjoys a land where no diseases raign And ne'r afflicted like our world with pain A Bird most equal to the Gods which vies For length of life and durance with the skyes And with renewed limbs tires ev'ry age His appetite he never doth asswage With common food Nor doth he use to drink When thirsty on some River's muddy brink A purer vital heat shot from the Sun Doth nourish him and airy sweets that come From Tethis lap he tasteth at his need On such abstracted Diet doth he feed A secret Light there streams from both his Eyes A firy 〈◊〉 about his cheeks doth rise His Crest grows up into a glorious Star Giv'n t' adorn his head and shines so far That piercing through the bosom of the night It rends the darkness with a gladsome light His thighs like Tyrian scarlet and his wings More swift than Winds are have skie-colour'd rings Flowry and rich and round about inroll'd Their utmost borders glister all with gold Hee 's not conceiv'd nor springs he from the Earth But is himself the Parent and the birth None him begets his fruitful death reprieves Old age and by his funerals he lives For when the tedious Summer' s gone about A thousand times so many Winters out So many Springs and May doth still restore Those leaves which Autumn had blown off before Then prest with years his vigour doth decline Foil'd with the number as a stately Pine Tir'd out with storms bends from the top height Of Causacus and falls with its own weight Whose part is torn with dayly blasts with Rain Part is consum'd and part with Age again So now his Eyes grown dusky fail to see Far off and drops of colder rheums there be Fall'n slow and dreggy from them such in sight The cloudy Moon is having spent her light And now his wings which used to contend With Tempests scarce from the low Earth ascend He knows his time is out and doth provide New principles of life herbs he brings dried From the hot hills and with rich spices frames A Pile shall burn and Hatch him with its flames On this the weakling sits salutes the Sun With pleasant noise and prays and begs for some Of his own fire that quickly may restore The youth and vigour which he had before Whom soon as Phoebus spyes stopping his rayns He makes a stand and thus allayes his pains O thou that buriest old age in thy grave And art by seeming funerals to have A new return of life whose custom 't is To rise by ruin and by death to miss Ev'n death it self a new beginning take And that thy wither'd body now forsake Better thy self by this thy change This sed He shakes his locks and from his golden head Shoots one bright beam which smites with vital fire The willing bird to burn is his desire That he may live again he 's proud in death And goes in haste to gain a better breath The spicie heap 〈◊〉 with coelestial rays Doth burn the aged Phoenix when strait stays The Chariot of th' amazed Moon the pole Resists the wheeling swift Orbs and the whole Fabric of Nature at a stand remains Till the old bird a new young being gains All stop and charge the faithful flames that they Suffer not nature's glory to decay By this time life which in the ashes lurks Hath fram'd the Heart and taught new bloud new works The whole heap stirs and ev'ry part assumes Due vigour th' Embers too are turn'd to plumes The parent in the Issue now revives But young and brisk the bounds of both these lives With very little space between the same Were parted only by the middle flame To Nilus strait he goes to consecrate His parents ghoste his mind is to translate His dust to Egypt Now he hastes away Into a distant land and doth convey The ashes in a turf Birds do attend His Journey without number and defend His pious flight like to a guard the sky Is clouded with the Army as they fly Nor is there one of all those thousands dares Affront his leader they with solomn cares Attend the progress of their youthful king Not the rude hawk nor th' Eagle that doth bring Arms up to Jove fight now lest they displease The miracle enacts a common peace So doth the Parthian lead from Tigris side His barbarous troops full of a lavish pride In pearls and habit he adorns his head With royal tires his steed with gold is lead His robes for which the scarlet fish is sought With rare Assyrian needle work are wrought And proudly reigning o're his 〈◊〉 bands He raves and triumphs in his large Commands A City of Egypt famous in all lands For rites adores the Sun his temple stands There on a