-Damn'd usurie! undoe the Common-wealth;
Or patent it in soape,' and coales, and so

Have the smiths curse me, and my laundres too;
Geld wine, or his friend tobacco; and so bring
The incens'd subject rebell to his king;

And after all-as those first sinners fell-
Sinke lower than my gold: and lye in hell.

Thanks then for this deliv'rance! blessed pow'rs, You that dispense man's fortune and his houres, How am I to you all engag'd! that thus By such strange meanes, almost miraculous, You should preserve me; you have gone the way To make me rich by taking all away.

For I-had I been rich-as sure as fate,

Would have bin medling with the king, or State, Or something to undoe me; and 'tis fit

—We know—that who hath wealth, should have no wit.

1 In John Tustin's Observations or Conscience Embleme: the Watch of God similized by the wakefull dog " (1646) we have this odd note illustrative of the text: "By me JOHN TUSTIN, who hath beene plundered and spoyled by the patentees for white and grey soape, eighteene severall times, to his utter undoing." (See copy in British Museum: single sheets, 669. Apr. 8. 1644-March 15. 1646).

G.

2 Query-taxed? Anglo-Saxon ' geld' a tax. G.

But above all, thanks to that Providence,

That arm'd me with a gallant soule, and sence
'Gainst all misfortunes, that hath breath'd so much
Of Heav'n into me, that I scorne the touch
Of those low things; and can with courage dare
What ever fate, or malice can prepare:

I envy no man's purse or mines: I know,
That loosing them, I've lost their curses too;
And Amoret—although our share in these
Is not contemptible, nor doth much please
Yet whilst Content and Love we jointly vye
We have a blessing which no gold can buye.

UPON THE PRIORIE GROVE, HIS USUALL
RETYREMENT.1

AILE sacred shades! coole leavie house!
Chaste treasurer of all my vowes

And wealth! on whose soft bosome

layd

My loves faire steps I first betrayd:

Henceforth no melancholy flight.

1 The 'Priory' Cardigan, was the seat of James Philips, Esq., whose wife 'Katharine' is known to fame as the ' matchless Orinda'. See Essay in the present Volume for notice of the friendship between her and our Vaughan. G.

No sad wing, or hoarse bird of Night,
Disturbe this aire, no fatall throate
Of raven, or owle, awake the note
Of our laid eccho, no voice dwell
Within these leaves, but philomel.
The poisonous ivie here no more
His false twists on the oke shall score,
Only the woodbine here may t wine,
As th' embleme of her love, and mine;
The amorous sunne shall here convey
His best beames, in thy shade to play;
The active ayre, the gentlest show'rs
Shall from his wings raine on thy flowers;
And the moone from her dewie lockes,
Shall decke thee with her brightest drops:
What ever can a fancie move,

Or feed the eye: be on this grove.

And when at last the winds, and teares
Of Heaven, with the consuming yeares,
Shall these greene curles bring to decay,
And cloathe thee in an aged gray :
-If ought a lover can foresee :
Or if we poets, prophets be-

From hence transplanted, thou shalt stand
A fresh grove in th' Elysian land;
Where-most blest paire !—as here on Earth
Thou first didst eye our growth, and birth;

So there againe, thou'lt see us move
In our first innocence and love;

And in thy shades, as now, so then,

Wee'le kisse, and smile, and walke again.

Juvenal's Tenth Satyre Translated.

IN all the parts of Earth, from farthest
West,

And the Atlanticke Isles, unto the East
And famous Ganges; few there be that know
What's truly good, and what is good, in show,
Without mistake: for what is't we desire,
Or feare discreetly? to what e're aspire,
So throughly blest; but ever as we speed,
Repentance seales the very act, and deed.
The easie gods mov'd by no other fate,

Then our owne pray'rs whole kingdomes ruinate,
And undoe families: thus strife, and warre

Are the sword's prize, and a litigious barre
The gowne's prime wish: vain confidence to share
In empty honours and a bloudy care;

To be the first in mischiefe, makes him dye

Fool'd 'twixt ambition and credulitie;
An oilie tongue with fatall, cunning sence,
And that sad vertue ever, eloquence,

Are th'others ruine, but the common curse;