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Silex Scintillans. Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations (with a Mem. by H.F. Lyte).

Silex Scintillans. Sacred Poems and Private Ejaculations (with a Mem. by H.F. Lyte).

Vaughan, Henry

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ISBN10: 1231296321
ISBN13: 9781231296325
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 60
Weight: 0.28
Height: 0.12 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
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. 1847 Excerpt: ...range. Did not he, who ordain'd the day, Ordain night too.? And in the greater world display What in the lesser He would do? All flesh is Clay, thou know'st; and but that God Doth use his rod, And by a fruitfull Change of frosts and showres Cherish and bind thy pow'rs, Thou wouldst to weeds and thistles quite disperse, And be more wild than is thy verse. Sickness is wholsome, Crosses are but curbs To check the mule, unruly man; They are heaven's husbandry, the famous fan, Purging the floor which Chaff disturbs. Were all the year one constant Sun-shine, wee Should have no flowres; All would be drought and leanness; not a tree Would make us bowres. Beauty consists in colours; and that's best Which is not fixt, but flies and flowes. The settled Red is dull, and whites that rest Something of sickness would disclose. Vicissitude plaies all the game; Nothing that stirrs, Or hath a name, But waits upon this wheel; Kingdomes too have their Physick, and for steel Exchange their peace and furrs. Thus doth God Key disorder'd man, which none else can, Tuning his brest to rise or fall; And by a sacred, needfull art Like strings, stretch ev'ry part Making the whole most Musicall. The Tempest. Ow is man parcell'd out? how every hour Shews him himself, or something he should see! This late, long heat may his Instruction be; And tempests have more in them than a showr. When nature on her bosome saw Her Infants die, And all her flowres wither'd to straw, Her brests grown dry; She made the Earth, their nurse tf tomb, Sigh to the sky, 'Till to thosesighes fetch'dfrom her womb Rain did reply, So in the midst of all her fears And faint requests, Her Earnest sighes procur'd her tears And fill'd her brests. O that man could do so! that he would hear The world read to him! all the ...

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