And from the charming rigour thy Muse brings Learn, there's no pleasure but in serious things! ORINDA.1

UPON THE INGENIOUS POEMS OF HIS
LEARNED FRIEND, MR. HENRY
VAUGHAN, THE SILURIST.

AIRLY design'd! to calm our Civil rage
With verse, and plant bayes in an iron

age.

But hath steel'd Mars so ductible a soul,
That love and poesie may it controule ?

Yes: brave Tyrtæus, as we read of old,

The Grecian armies as he pleas'd cou'd mold;
They march'd to his high numbers, and did fight
With that instinct and rage, which he did write;
When he fell lower, they would straight retreat,
Grow soft and calm, and temper their bold heat.
Such magick is in Vertue! See here a young
Trytæus too, whose sweet persuasive song
Can lead our spirits any way, and move
To all adventures: either war or love.

1 See foot-note ante. G.

Then veil the bright Etesia, that choice she,
Lest Mars-Timander's friend-his rival be.
So fair a nymph drest by a Muse so neat,
Might warm the North, and thaw the frozen
Gete.

THO. POWELL. D.D.1

TO THE INGENIOUS AUTHOR OF

THALIA REDIVIVA.

ODE. I.

HERE reverend bards of old have sate

And sung the pleasant enterludes of Fate,
Thou takest the hereditary shade

Which Nature's homely art had made, And thence thou gav'st thy Muse her swing, and

she

Advances to the galaxie ;

There with the sparkling CowLEY she above
Does hand in hand in grateful measures move.
We groveling mortals gaze below,

And long in vain to know

Her wondrous paths, her wondrous flight:

1See Essay for notice of this special friend of Vaughan also foot-notes. G

2 Misprinted 'raine'. G.

In vain we use our earthly telescope,
We'r blinded by an intermedial night :
Thine eagle-Muse can only face

The fiery coursers in their race,
While with unequal paces we do try
To bear her train aloft, and keep her company.

II.

The loud harmonious Mantuan

Once charm'd the world; and here's the Uscan

swan

In his declining years does chime,

And challenge the last remaines of Time.

Ages run on, and soon give o're,

They have their graves as well as we;
Time swallows all that's past and more,
Yet Time is swallow'd in eternity:
This is the only profit poets see.

There thy triumphant Muse shall ride in state
And lead in chains devouring Fate;
Claudian's bright phoenix she shall bring
Thee an immortal offering;1

Nor shall my humble tributary Muse

The allusion is to the translation of Claudian's

"Phoenix" in Thalia Rediviva. G.

Her homage and attendance too refuse;

She thrusts her self among the crowd

And joyning in th' applause she strives to clap aloud.

III.

Tell me no more that Nature is severe

Thou great philosopher!

Lo! she has laid her vast exchequer here.
Tell me no more that she has sent

So much already, she is spent ;

Here is a vast America behind

Which none but the great Silurist could find.
Nature her last edition was the best,

As big as rich as all the rest :

So will we here admit

Another world of wit.

No rude or savage fancy here shall stay
The travailing reader in his way,
But every coast is clear: go were he will
Vertu's the road THALIA leads him still

Long may she live, and wreath thy sacred head
For this her happy resurrection from the dead.

N. W. JES. COLL. OXON.

TO MY WORTHY FRIEND, MR. HENRY VAUGHAN THE SILURIST.

EE what thou wert! by what Platonick

round

Art thou in thy first youth and glories

found?

Or from thy Muse does this retrieve' accrue ?
Do's she which once inspir'd thee, now renew,
Bringing thee back those golden years which
Time

Smooth'd to thy lays, and polisht with thy rhyme?
Nor is't to thee alone she do's convey

Such happy change, but bountiful as Day,

On whatsoever reader she doth shine,

She makes him like thee, and for ever thine.

And first thy manu'al op'ning gives to see
Ecclipse and suff'rings burnish majesty,
Where thou so artfully the draught hast made
That we best read the lustre in the shade,
And find our sov'raign greater in that shroud:
So lightning dazzles from its night and cloud,
So the First Light Himself has for His throne
Blackness, and darkness his pavilion.

Recovery: an old sporting term. G

VOL. II.