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Syrens sung but to devour,

Yet they sung as well as she.
O beware those poison’d tongues,
That carry death in [all] their songs !

But if virtue please thee most,

And thou like her beauteous mind, Then I give thee o'er for lost :

There no remedy I find : Yet, if she be virtuous, then Sure she will not murther men.

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HENRY VAUGHAN,

Called the Silurist, from that part of Wales whose inhabitants were the ancient SILURES, was born on the banks of the Uske, in Brecknockshire, and entered in 1638 at Jesus College, Oxford, being then 17. He was designed for the law, but retiring to his home at the commencement of the civil wars, became eminent in the practice of physic, and was esteemed by scholars (says Wood) an ingenious person, but proud and humorous. He died in 1695. A list of his works may be seen in the Athen. Ox. Vol. II. p. 926, 7. The principal are the “ Silex Scintillans” (sacred poems), second edition, 1655, 12mo. and “ Olor Iscanus, a collec“ tion of some select poems and translations,” 1651, 12mo. from the latter of which the following lines are taken, being perhaps, the most favourable specimen that can be selected, though even these are too much marked by quaintness and conceit.

To the best and most accomplished Couple.

[Abridged from 38 lines.]

Blessings as rich and fragrant crown your heads As the mild heaven on roses sheds, When at their cheeks, like pearls, they wear The clouds that court them in a tear.

And may they be fed from above
By him which first ordain'd your love!

Fresh as the hours may all your pleasures be,
And healthful as eternity!
Sweet as the flower's first breath, and close
As th’unseen spreadings of the rose,
When he unfolds his curtain's head,
And makes his bosom the sun's bed.

Like the day's warmth may all your comforts be,
Untoild for, and serene as he;
Yet free and full, as is that sheaf
Of sun-beams gilding every leaf,
When now the tyrant heat expires
And his cool'd locks breathe milder fires.

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RICHARD FLECKNO.

“ He was," says Langbaine,“ as famous as any in his age for

“ indifferent metre;" and adds “his acquaintance with the “ nobility was more than with the muses.” He is said to have been originally a Jesuit, and was the author of five dramatic pieces : but is less indebted to them than to the satire of Dryden for the celebrity of his name, Farther particulars may be met with in Langbaine and the Biogr. Dram. The following specimens are taken from his “ Miscellania," &c. London, 1653, 12mo.

THE ANT.

Little think'st thou, poor ant, who there

With so much toil, and so much time A grain or two to th' cell dost bear,

There's greater work i' th' world than thine.

Nor is 't such wonder now in thee,

No more of th’ world nor things dost know, That all thy thoughts o'th'ground should be,

And mind on things so poor and low.

But that man so base mind should bear,

To fix it on a clod of ground, As there no greater business were,

Nor greater worlds for to be found !

He so much of the man does want

As metamorphos'd quite again, Whilst thou’rt but man turn'd groveling ant,

Such grovelers seem but ants turn’d men.

Extempore in praise of drinking Wine.

The fountains drink caves subterrene,

The rivulets drink the fountains dry; Brooks drink those rivulets again,

And them some river gliding by. Until some gulph o' th’sea drink them, And th' ocean drinks up that again.

Of th' ocean then does drink the sky, · When, having brew'd it into rain, The earth with drink it does supply,

And plants do drink up that again.
When turn’d to liquor in the vine,
'Tis our turn next to drink the wine.

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