Henry Vaughan
Henry Vaughan
Henry Vaughanwas a Welsh author, physician and metaphysical poet...
NationalityWelsh
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth17 April 1622
stars enlightenment littles
For each inclosed spirit is a star Enlightening his own little sphere
caesar rescued
Caesar had perished from the world of men, had not his sword been rescued by his pen.
views soil young
Still young and fine! but what is still in view We slight as old and soil'd, though fresh and new.
lying dark men
Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark!
mean writing doors
Holy writing must strive (by all means) for perfection and true holiness, that a door may be opened to him in heaven.
fire soul common
I played with fire, did counsel spurn, Made life my common stake; But never thought that fire would burn, O that a soul could ache.
moving fall men
Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move, And when this dust falls to the urn In that state I came, return.
immortality felt
But felt through all this fleshly dresse Bright shootes of everlastingnesse.
christmas breathing light
The sun doth shake Light from his locks, and, all the way Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.
fighting men truth-is
As men are killed by fighting, the truth is lost in disputing.
flower rose ease
If thou canst but thither, There grows the flower of Peace, The Rose that cannot wither, Thy fortress and thy ease.
running home men
Man hath still either toys or care: But hath no root, nor to one place is tied, but ever restless and irregular, about this earth doth run and ride. He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where; He says it is so far, that he has quite forgot how to go there.
sun routine late
Early, as well as late, Rise with the sun, and set in the same bowers
fear night sea
Should poor souls fear a shade or night, Who came sure from a sea of light? Or since those drops are all sent back So sure to thee, that none doth lack, Why should frail flesh doubt any more That what God takes, He'll not restore?