FRAGMENTS AND TRANSLATIONS.

The larger number of the verses in this section are translated quotations scattered through Vaughan's prose-pamphlets. Dr. Grosart identified some of the originals; I have added a few others; but the larger number remain obscure and are hardly worth spending much labour upon. The title-pages of the pamphlets will be found in the Bibliography (vol. ii., p. lvii).

P. [289]. From Eucharistica Oxoniensia.

I have already, in the Biographical Note (vol. ii., p. xxviii), given reasons for doubting whether this poem is by the Silurist. It was first printed as his by Dr. Grosart. Charles the First was in Scotland, trying to settle his differences with the Scots, during the closing months of 1641.

P. [291]. Translations from Plutarch and Maximus Tyrius.

These, together with a translation of Guevara's De vitae rusticae laudibus, were appended to the Olor Iscanus. Vaughan did not translate directly from the Greek, but from a Latin version published in 1613-14 amongst some tracts by John Reynolds, Lecturer in Greek at, and afterwards President of Corpus Christi College, Oxford.

P. [294]. From the Mount of Olives.

A volume of Devotions published by Vaughan in 1652. The preface, dated 1st October, 1651, is addressed to Sir Charles Egerton, Knight, and in it Vaughan speaks of "that near relation by which my dearest friend lays claim to your person." It is impossible to say who is the "dearest friend" referred to. The Flores Solitudinis (1654) is also dedicated to Sir Charles Egerton. He was probably of Staffordshire. Dr. Grosart (II. xxxiii) states that in Hanbury Church, co. Stafford, is a monument Caroli Egertoni Equitis Aurati, who died 1662. Perhaps therefore he was connected with Vaughan's wife's family, the Wises of Staffordshire.

P. [298]. From Man in Glory.

This translation from a work attributed to St. Anselm and published as his in 1639 is appended to the Mount of Olives.

In the original lines 5, 6, are printed in error after lines 7, 8.

P. [299]. From Flores Solitudinis.

In 1654 Vaughan published a volume containing (1) translations of two discourses by Eusebius Nierembergius, (2) a translation of Eucherius, De Contemptu Mundi, (3) an original life of S. Paulinus, Bishop of Nola. These were poems "collected in his sickness and retirement." The Epistle-dedicatory to Sir Charles Egerton is dated 1653, and that to the reader which precedes the translations from Nierembergius on 17th April, 1652.

Bissellius. John Bissel a Jesuit, (1601-1677), wrote Deliciae Aetatis, Argonauticon Americanorum, etc. (Grosart).

Augurellius. Johannes Aurelius Augurellius of Rimini (1454-1537), wrote Carmina, Chrysopoeia, Geronticon, etc. (Grosart).

P. [307]. From Primitive Holiness.

This original life of S. Paulinus of Nola, by far the most striking of Vaughan's prose works, contains a number of poems, pieced together by Vaughan from lines in Paulinus' own poems and in those of Ausonius addressed to him. The edition used by Vaughan seems to have been that published by Rosweyd at Antwerp in 1622. I have traced the sources of the poems so far as I can in the edition published by W. de Hartel in the Corpus Scriptorum Ecclesiasticorum Latinorum (vols. xxix, xxx 1894).

P. [322]. From Hermetical Physic.

A translation from the Naturae Sanctuarium! quod est Physica Hermetica (1619) of the alchemist Henry Nollius, published by Vaughan in 1655.

P. [323]. From Cerbyd Fechydwiaeth.

This tract is bound up with the Brit. Mus. copy of [Thomas Powell's] Quadriga Salutis (1657), of which it appears to be a Welsh translation. The verses, to which nothing corresponds in the English version, are signed Ol[or] Vaughan (cf. Olor Iscanus). Professor Palgrave (Y Cymrodor, 1890-1) translates them as follows: "The Lord's Prayer, when looked into (we see), the Trinity of His Fatherly goodness has given it as a foundation-stone of all prayer, and has made it for our instruction in doctrine." He adds that this Englyn occurs with others written in an eighteenth-century hand on the fly-leaf of a MS. of Welsh poetry by Iago ab Duwi.

P. [324]. From Humane Industry.

On Thomas Powell cf. p. 57, note. The first three of these translations are marked H. V. in the margin; of the fourth Powell says, "The translation of Mr. Hen. Vaughan, Silurist, whose excellent Poems are published." Many other translations are scattered through the book, but there is nothing to connect them with Vaughan.

LIST OF FIRST LINES.

Vol.page
A grove there grows, round with the sea confin'd,ii.[239]
A king and no king! Is he gone from us,ii.[181]
A tender kid—see, where 'tis put—ii.[293]
A ward, and still in bonds, one dayi.19
A wit most worthy in tried gold to shine,i.2
Accept, dread Lord, the poor oblation;i.92
Accipe prærapido salmonem in gurgite captum,ii.[267]
Against the virtuous man we all make head,ii.[305]
Ah! He is fled!i.40
Ah! what time wilt Thou come? when shall that cryi.123
All sorts of men, who live on Earth,ii.[235]
All worldly things, even while they grow, decayii.[304]
Almighty Spirit! Thou that byii.[144]
Amyntas go, thou art undoneii.[12]
And do they so? have they a sensei.87
And for life's sake to lose the crown of life.ii.[303]
And is the bargain thought too dearii.[311]
And rising at midnight the stars espiedii.[297]
And will not bear the cryii.[301]
As Egypt's drought by Nilus is redress'dii.[304]
As kings do rule like th' heavens, who dispenseii.[289]
As Time one day by me did pass,i.234
As travellers, when the twilight's comei.146
Ask, lover, e'er thou diest; let one poor breath ii.[11]
Awake, glad heart! get up and sing!i.105
Base man! and couldst thou think Cato aloneii.[301]
Be dumb, coarse measures, jar no more; to mei.195
Be still, black parasites,i.187
Bless me! what damps are here! how stiff an air!ii.[65]
Blessed, unhappy city! dearly lov'd,i.218
Blessings as rich and fragrant crown your headsii.[92]
Blest be the God of harmony and love!i.76
Blest infant bud, whose blossom-lifei.120
Boast not, proud Golgotha, that thou canst showii.[197]
Bright and blest beam! whose strong projection,i.121
Bright books! the perspectives to our weak sights:ii.[245]
Bright Queen of Heaven! God's Virgin Spouse!i.225
Bright shadows of true rest! some shoots of bliss;i.114
But night and day doth his own life molest,ii.[302]
Can any tell me what it is? Can youii.[268]
Chance taking from me things of highest priceii.[292]
Come, come! what do I here?i.61
Come, drop your branches, strew the wayi.216
Come, my heart! come, my head,i.52
Come, my true consort in my joys and care!ii.[317]
Come sapless blossom, creep not still on earth,i.166
Curtain'd with clouds in a dark nightii.[132]
Darkness, and stars i' th' mid-day! They inviteii.[18]
Dear, beauteous saint! more white than dayi.227
Dear friend, sit down, and bear awhile this shadei.193
Dear friend! whose holy, ever-living linesi.91
Dearest! if you those fair eyes—wond'ring—stickii.[115]
Death and darkness, get you packing,i.133
Diminuat ne sera dies præsentis honoremii.[51]
Draw near, fond man, and dress thee by this glass,ii.[294]
Dust and clay,i.180
Early, while yet the dark was gay ii.[255]
Eternal God! Maker of alli.285
Et sic in cithara, sic in dulcedine vitæii.[266]
Excel then if thou canst, be not withstood,ii.[291]
Fair and young light! my guide to holyi.236
Fair order'd lights—whose motion without noisei.155
Fair Prince of Light! Light's living well!ii.[249]
Fair, shining mountains of my pilgrimageii.[247]
Fair, solitary path! whose blessed shadesi.256
Fair vessel of our daily light, whose proudii.[257]
Fairly design'd! to charm our civil rageii.[171]
False life! a foil and no more, wheni.282
Fancy and I, last evening, walk'd,ii.[15]
Farewell! I go to sleep; but wheni.73
Farewell thou true and tried reflectionii.[276]
Farewell, you everlasting hills! I'm casti.43
Father of lights! what sunny seed,i.189
Feeding on fruits which in the heavens do grow,ii.[291]
Flaccus, not so: that worldly heii.[152]
Fool that I was! to believe bloodii.[209]
For shame desist, why shouldst thou seek my fall?ii.[200]
Fortune—when with rash hands she quite turmoilsii.[134]
Fresh fields and woods! the Earth's fair faceii.[252]
From fruitful beds and flow'ry borders,ii.[272]
From the first hour the heavens were madeii.[296]
Go catch the phœnix, and then bringii.[217]
Go, go, quaint follies, sugar'd sin,i.113
Go, if you must! but stay—and knowii.[222]
Had I adored the multitude and thenceii.[169]
Hail, sacred shades! cool, leafy house!ii.[26]
Happy is he, that with fix'd eyesii.[224]
Happy that first white age! when weii.[138]
Happy those early days, when I i.59
Have I so long in vain thy absence mourn'd?ii.[309]
He that thirsts for glory's prize,ii.[140]
Here holy Anselm lives in ev'ry page,ii.[298]
Here, take again thy sackcloth! and thank heav'nii.[83]
Here the great well-spring of wash'd souls, with beamsii.[313]
His deep, dark heart—bent to supplant—ii.[292]
Hither thou com'st: the busy wind all nighti.207
How could that paper sent,ii.[307]
How is man parcell'd out! how ev'ry houri.139
How kind is Heav'n to man! if herei.107
How oft have we beheld wild beasts appearii.[325]
How rich, O Lord, how fresh Thy visits are!i.105
How shrill are silent tears! when sin got headi.124
I am confirm'd, and so much wing is givenii.[79]
I call'd it once my sloth: in such an ageii.[58]
I cannot reach it; and my striving eyei.249
I did but see thee! and how vain it isii.[90]
I have consider'd it; and findi.90
I have it now:i.238
I knew it would be thus! and my just fearsii.[94]
I knew thee not, nor durst attendance striveii.[87]
I saw beneath Tarentum's stately towersii.[296]
I saw Eternity the other nighti.150
I see the Temple in thy pillar rear'd;i.261
I see the use: and know my bloodi.69
I've read thy soul's fair nightpiece, and have seenii.[77]
I walk'd the other day, to spend my hour,i.171
I whose first year flourished with youthful verse,ii.[125]
I wonder, James, through the whole historyii.[70]
I write not here, as if thy last in storeii.[59]
I wrote it down. But one that sawi.264
If Amoret, that glorious eye,ii.[13]
"If any have an ear,"i.242
If I were dead, and in my placeii.[16]
If old tradition hath not fail'd, ii.[233]
If sever'd friends by sympathy can join,ii.[178]
If this world's friends might see but oncei.232
If weeping eyes could wash awayii.[151]
If with an open, bounteous handii.[135]
In all the parts of earth, from farthest West,ii.[28]
In March birds couple, a new birthii.[295]
In those bless'd fields of everlasting airii.[119]
Isca parens florum, placido qui spumeus oreii.[157]
It is perform'd! and thy great name doth runii.[193]
It lives when kill'd, and brancheth when 'tis lopp'dii.[301]
It would less vex distressèd manii.[145]
Jesus, my life! how shall I truly love Thee?i.200
Joy of my life while left me here!i.67
Knave's tongues and calumnies no more doth prizeii.[292]
King of comforts! King of Life!i.127
King of mercy, King of love,i.174
Learning and Law, your day is done,ii.[213]
Leave Amoret, melt not away so fastii.[23]
Let me not weep to see thy ravish'd houseii.[307]
Let not thy youth and false delightsii.[146]
Life, Marcellina, leaving thy fair frame,ii.[312]
Like some fair oak, that when her boughsii.[302]
[Like] to speedy posts, bear hence the lamp of lifeii.[304]
Long life, oppress'd with many woes,ii.[306]
Long since great wits have left the stageii.[211]
Lord, bind me up, and let me liei.161
Lord Jesus! with what sweetness and delights,i.177
Lord, since Thou didst in this vile clayi.116
Lord! what a busy restless thingi.48
Lord, when Thou didst on Sinai pitch,i.148
Lord, when Thou didst Thyself undress,i.51
Lord, with what courage, and delight i.80
Love, the world's life! What a sad deathii.[223]
Man should with virtue arm'd and hearten'd beii.[303]
Mark, when the evening's cooler wingsii.[21]
Most happy man! who in his own sweet fieldsii.[236]
My dear, Almighty Lord! why dost Thou weep?i.220
My God and King! to Theei.259
My God, how gracious art Thou! I had slipti.89
My God! Thou that didst die for me,i.13
My God, when I walk in those grovesi.30
My soul, my pleasant soul, and witty,ii.[294]
My soul, there is a countryi.83
Nature even for herself doth lay a snare,ii.[303]
Nimble sigh on thy warm wings,ii.[10]
Nothing on earth, nothing at allii.[149]
Now I have seen her; and by Cupidii.[206]
Now that the public sorrow doth subsideii.[189]
O book! Life's guide! how shall we part;i.287
O come, and welcome! come, refine!ii.[251]
O come away,i.274
O day of life, of light, of love!i.267
O do not go! Thou know'st I'll die!i.214
O dulcis luctus, risuque potentior omni!ii.[221]
O health, the chief of gifts divine!ii.[293]
O holy, blessed, glorious Three,i.201
O in what haste, with clouds and nightii.[126]
O joys! infinite sweetness! with what flowersi.71
O knit me, that am crumbled dust! the heapi.46
O my chief good!i.84
O quæ frondosæ per amœna cubilia silvæii.[160]
O, subtle Love! thy peace is war;ii.[220]
O tell me whence that joy doth springi.284
O the new world's new-quick'ning Sun! i.289
O Thou great builder of this starry frame,ii.[129]
O Thou that lovest a pure and whiten'd soul;i.130
O Thou! the first-fruits of the dead,i.78
O Thou who didst deny to meii.[263]
O Thy bright looks! Thy glance of lovei.197
O when my God, my Glory, bringsi.260
Obdurate still and tongue-tied, you accuseii.[308]
Oft have I seen, when that renewing breathi.25
Patience digesteth miseryii.[302]
Peace? and to all the world? Sure One,ii.[259]
Peace, peace! I blush to hear thee; when thou arti.108
Peace, peace! I know 'twas brave;i.65
Peace, peace! it is not so. Thou dost miscalli.137
Peter, when thou this pleasant world dost see,ii.[299]
Praying! and to be married! It was rare,i.37
Quid celebras auratam undam, et combusta pyropisii.[265]
Quite spent with thoughts, I left my cell, and layi.57
Quod vixi, Mathæe dedit pater, hæc tamen olimii.[158]
Sacred and secret hand!i.223
Sad, purple well! whose bubbling eyei.254
Saw not, Lysimachus, last day, when weii.[195]
Say, witty fair one, from what sphereii.[100]
See what thou wert! by what Platonic roundii.[175]
See you that beauteous queen, which no age tames?ii.[219]
Sees not my friend, what a deep snowii.[99]
Shall I believe you can make me return,ii.[306]
Shall I complain, or not? or shall I maskii.[112]
Sickness and death, you are but sluggish things,ii.[309]
Silence and stealth of days! 'Tis now,i.74
Since dying for me, Thou didst crave no morei.278
Since I in storms us'd most to be,i.283
Since in a land not barren still, i.145
Since last we met, thou and thy horse—my dear—ii.[73]
Sion's true, glorious God! on Theei.269
So from our cold, rude world, which all things tires,ii.[204]
So our decays God comforts byii.[295]
So, stick up ivy and the bays,ii.[261]
Some esteem it no point of revenge to killii.[323]
Some struggle and groan as if by panthers torn,ii.[300]
Still young and fine! but what is still in viewi.230
Sure, it was so. Man in those early daysi.101
Sure Priam will to mirth incline,ii.[291]
Sure, there's a tie of bodies! and as theyi.82
Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs,i.209
Sweet, harmless live[r]s!—on whose leisurei.158
Sweet, sacred hill! on whose fair browi.49
Tentasti, fateor, sine vulnere sæpius et mei.liv
Thanks, mighty Silver! I rejoice to seeii.[68]
That man for misery excell'dii.[293]
That the fierce pard doth at a beckii.[325]
That the world in constant forceii.[142]
The lucky World show'd me one dayi.226
The naked man too gets the field,ii.[300]
The painful cross with flowers and palms is crown'd,ii.[314]
The pains of Saints and Saints' rewards are twins,ii.[314]
The plenteous evils of frail life fill the old:ii.[305]
The strongest body and the bestii.[323]
The trees we set grow slowly, and their shadeii.[297]
The untired strength of never-ceasing motion,ii.[324]
The whole wench—how complete soe'er—was butii.[298]
There are that do believe all things succeedii.[295]
There's need, betwixt his clothes, his bed and boardii.[322]
They are all gone into the world of light!i.182
—They fain would—if they might—ii.[302]
This is the day—blithe god of sack—which we,ii.[106]
This pledge of your joint love, to heaven now fled,ii.[308]
Those sacred days by tedious Time delay'd, ii.[315]
Though since thy first sad entrance byi.272
Thou that know'st for whom I mourn,i.54
Thou the nepenthe easing griefii.[301]
Thou who didst place me in this busy streeti.244
Thou, who dost flow and flourish here below,i.198
Thou, whose sad heart, and weeping head lies lowi.133
Through pleasant green fields enter you the wayii.[313]
Through that pure virgin shrine,i.251
Time's teller wrought into a little round,ii.[324]
'Tis a sad Land, that in one dayi.23
'Tis dead night round about: Horror doth creepi.41
'Tis madness sure; and I am in the fit,ii.[184]
'Tis not rich furniture and gems,ii.[147]
'Tis now clear day: I see a rosei.33
'Tis true, I am undone: yet, ere I die,ii.[17]
To live a stranger unto lifeii.[304]
True life in this is shown,ii.[304]
'Twas so; I saw thy birth. That drowsy lakei.45
Tyrant, farewell! this heart, the prizeii.[8]
Unfold! Unfold! Take in His light,ii.[254]
Up, O my soul! and bless the Lord! O God,i.202
Up to those bright and gladsome hills,i.136
Vain, sinful art! who first did fiti.219
Vain wits and eyesi.16
Virtue's fair cares some people measureii.[303]
Vivaces oculorum ignes et lumina diaii.[159]
Waters above! eternal springs!ii.[248]
Weary of this same clay and straw, I laidi.153
We thank you, worthy Sir, that now we seeii.[97]
Weighing the steadfastness and statei.169
Welcome, dear book, soul's joy and food! The feasti.103
Welcome sweet and sacred feast! welcome life! i.134
Welcome, white day! a thousand suns,i.184
Well, we are rescued! and by thy rare penii.[104]
What can the man do that succeeds the king?i.247
What clouds, Menalcas, do oppress thy brow,ii.[278]
What fix'd affections, and lov'd lawsii.[228]
What happy, secret fountain,i.241
What greater good hath decked great Pompey's crownii.[306]
What is't to me that spacious rivers runii.[295]
What planet rul'd your birth? what witty star?ii.[57]
What smiling star in that fair night,ii.[214]
What though they boast their riches unto us?ii.[292]
Whatever 'tis, whose beauty here belowi.191
When Daphne's lover here first wore the bays,ii.[61]
When first I saw True Beauty, and Thy joysi.168
When first Thou didst even from the gravei.110
When first thy eyes unveil, give thy soul leavei.94
When Jove a heav'n of small glass did behold,ii.[238]
When the Crab's fierce constellationii.[131]
When the fair yeari.212
When the sun from his rosy bedii.[136]
When through the North a fire shall rushi.28
When to my eyes,i.63
When we are dead, and now, no moreii.[5]
When with these eyes, clos'd now by Thee,i.271
Whenever did, I pray,ii.[322]
Where reverend bards of old have sateii.[172]
Where'er my fancy calls, there I go still,ii.[322]
Whither, O whither didst thou flyii.[250]
Who wisely would for his retreatii.[137]
Who would unclouded see the lawsii.[230]
Who on you throne of azure sits,i.142
Whom God doth take care for, and love,ii.[306]
Whose calm soul in a settled stateii.[128]
Whose guilty soul, with terrors fraught, doth frame,ii.[303]
Whose hissings fright all Nature's monstrous ills,ii.[305]
With restless cares they waste the night and day,ii.[322]
With what deep murmurs, through Time's silent stealth, i.280
Y Pader, pan trier, Duw-tri a'i dododdii.[323]
You have consum'd my language, and my pen,ii.[109]
You have oblig'd the patriarch: and 'tis knownii.[187]
You minister to others' wounds a cure,ii.[291]
You see what splendour through the spacious aisle,ii.[314]
You that to wash your flesh and souls draw near,ii.[312]
Youth, beauty, virtue, innocenceii.[102]

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