Who ever joyes to search the secret cause,

And series of His works, their love and lawes,

Let him draw near, and joyning will with strength
Study this art in all her depth and length:
Then grave Experience shall his consort be,
Skill'd in large Nature's inmost mysterie.
The knots and doubts his busie course and cares
Will oft disturb, till Time the truth declares,
And stable patience-through all trials past—
Brings the glad end, and long hop'd for, at last.

X. FROM THE "BREIF NATURAL HISTORY" (1669.)

BOETHIUS DE CONSOL. LIB. 4. MET. 6.

HE concord tempers equally

Contrary elements,

That moist things yield unto the dry,

And heat with cold consents;

Here fire to highest place doth flie,

And earth doth downward bend,

And flowery Spring perpetually

Sweet odours forth doth send.
Hot Summer harvest gives, and store
Of fruit Autumnus yields,

And shoures which down from heaven do

poure

Each Winter drown'd the fields: Whatever in the world doth breath,

This temper forth hath brought And nourished: the same by Death Again it brings to nought. (p 55-6.)

II.

Latin Poems.

Note.

The following is the original title-page of the Latin Poems of Thomas Vaughan or Eugenius Philalethes.

EUGENII PHILALETHIS,

Impensis Roberti Pawlett, M. DC. LXXVIII.

[120.]

Collation title-page and pp. 77-93, being continuation of

"Thalia Rediviva", as before. G.

Latin Poems.

ORNATISSIMO VIRO DOMINO MATHEO
HERBERT, INSTITUTORI SUO IMPRIM-

IS SUSPICIENDO.'

CCIPE primitias, dilecte Herberte, tuosque
Quales formâsti, docte Mathæe, modos.
Te mea dissimili sequitur conamine Musa,
Pallet ut ad vivas pieta tabella rosas.
Sic quæ mella sacri congessit alumnus Hymetti
Servant libati suavia prima thymi.

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ALIUD.

Quæ viridi, Mathæe, fuit tibi messis in herba,
Hoc te compensat fænore cocta Ceres.
Non potes in nostri furtivis litibus ævi
Diccre, te segetem non decimâsse meam.

1 See Index of Names, s. n. for others. G.

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