Fortune good or bad betide The same shall be my Age as now my Youth No time shall find me wanting to my Truth This only from your Goodness let me gain And this ungranted all Rewards are vain Of Priam's Royal Race my Mother came And sure the best that ever bore the Name Whom neither Troy nor Sicily cou'd hold From me departing but o'respent and old My Fate she follow'd ignorant of this Whatever Danger neither parting Kiss Nor pious Blessing taken her I leave And in this only Act of all my Life deceive By this right Hand and conscious Night I swear My Soul so sad a farewel could not bear Be you her Comfort fill my vacant place Permit me to presume so great a Grace Support her Age forsaken and distress'd That hope alone will fortifie my Breast Against the worst of Fortunes and of Fears He said The mov'd Assistants melt in Tears Then thus Ascanius wonder-struck to see That Image of his filial Piety So great Beginnings in so green an Age Exact the Faith which I again ingage Thy Mother all the Dues shall justly claim Creusa had and only want the Name Whate're Event thy bold Attempt shall have 'T is Merit to have born a Son so brave Now by my Head a sacred Oath I swear My Father us'd it what returning here Crown'd with Success I for thy self prepare That if thou fail shall thy lov'd Mother share He said and weeping while he spoke the Word From his broad Belt he drew a shining Sword Magnificent with Gold Lycaon made And in an Iv'ry Scabbard sheath'd the Blade This was his Gift Great Mnestheus gave his Friend A Lyon's Hide his Body to defend And good Alethes furnish'd him beside With his own trusty Helm of Temper try'd Thus arm'd they went The Noble Trojans wait Their issuing forth and follow to the Gate With Prayers and Vows above the rest appears Ascanius manly far beyond his Years And Messages committed to their Care Which all in Winds were lost and flitting Air. The Trenches first they pass'd Then took their Way Where their proud Foes in pitch'd Pavilions lay To many fatal e're themselves were slain They found the careless Hoast dispers'd upon the Plain Who gorg'd and drunk with Wine supinely snore Unharnass'd Chariots stand along the Shore Amidst the Wheels and Reins the Goblet by A Medly of Debauch and War they lye Observing Nisus shew'd his Friend the sight Behold a Conquest gain'd without a Fight To y e Hon ble Colonel George Cholmondeley Colonel of his Majestys Troop of Granadier Guards Groome of his Maj ties Bedchamber AE 9. l. 435. Occasion offers and I stand prepar'd There lies our Way be thou upon the Guard And look around while I securely go And a hew Passage thro the sleeping Foe Softly he spoke then striding took his way With his drawn Sword where haughty Rhamnes lay His Head rais'd high on Tapestry beneath And heaving from his Breast he drew his Breath A King and Prophet by King Turnus lov'd But Fate by Prescience cannot be remov'd Him and his sleeping Slaves he slew Then spies Where Rhemus with his rich Retinue lies His Armor-bearer first and next he kills His Charioteer intrench'd betwixt the Wheels And his lov'd Horses Last invades their Lord Full on his Neck he drives the fatal Sword The gasping Head flies off a Purple flood Flows from the Trunk that welters in the Blood Which by the spurning Heels dispers'd around The Bed besprinkles and bedews the Ground Lamus the bold and Lamyrus the strong He slew and then Serranus fair and young From Dice and Wine the Youth retir'd to Rest And puff'd the fumy God from out his Breast Ev'n then he dreamt of Drink and lucky Play More lucky had it lasted 'till the Day The famish'd Lyon thus with Hunger bold O'releaps the Fences of the Nightly Fold And tears the peaceful Flocks With silent Awe Trembling they lye and pant beneath his Paw Nor with less Rage Euryalus employs The wrathful Sword or fewer Foes destroys But on th' ignoble Crowd his Fury flew He Fadus Hebesus and Rhaetus slew Oppress'd with heavy Sleep the former fall But Rhoetus wakeful and observing all Behind a spacious Jarr he slink'd for fear The fatal Iron found and reach'd him there For as he rose it pierc'd his naked side And reeking thence return'd in Crimson dy'd The Wound pours out a Stream of Wine and Blood The Purple Soul comes floating in the flood Now where Messapus Quarter'd they arrive The Fires were fainting there and just alive The Warriour-Horses ty'd in order fed Nisus observ'd the Discipline and said Our eager thirst of Blood may both betray And see the scatter'd Streaks of dawning day Foe to Nocturnal Thefts No more my Friend Here let our glutted Execution end A Lane through slaughter'd Bodies we have made The bold Euryalus tho' loath obey'd Of Arms and Arras and of Plate they find A precious load but these they leave behind Yet fond of gaudy Spoils the Boy wou'd stay To make the rich Caparison his prey Which on the steed of conquer'd Rhamnes lay Nor did his Eyes less longingly behold The Girdle-Belt with Nails of burnish'd Gold This Present Cedicus the Rich bestow'd On Remulus when Friendship first they vow'd And absent join'd in hospitable tyes He dying to his Heir bequeath'd the Prize Till by the Conqu'ring Ardean Troops oppress'd He fell and they the Glorious Gift possess'd These Glitt'ring Spoils now made the Victor's gain He to his body suits but suits in vain Messapus Helm he finds among the rest And laces on and wears the waving Crest Proud of their Conquest prouder of their Prey They leave the Camp and take the ready way But far they had not pass'd before they spy'd Three hundred Horse with Volscens for their Guide The Queen a Legion to King Turnus sent But the swift Horse the slower Foot outwent And now advancing sought the Leader's Tent. They saw the Pair for thro' the doubtful shade His shineing Helm Euryalus betray'd On which the Moon with full reflexion play'd 'T is not for nought cry'd Volscens from the Crow'd These Men go there then rais'd his Voice aloud Stand stand why thus in Arms and whither bent From whence to whom and on what Errand sent Silent they scud away and haste their flight To Neighb'ring Woods and trust themselves to night The speedy Horse all passages belay And spur their smoaking Steeds to Cross their way And watch each Entrance of the winding Wood Black was the Forest thick with Beech it stood Horrid with Fern and intricate with Thorn Few Paths of Humane Feet or Tracks of Beasts were worn The darkness of the Shades his heavy Prey And Fear mis-led the Younger from his way But Nisus hit the Turns with happier haste And thoughtless of his Friend the Forest pass'd And Alban Plains from Alba's Name so call'd Where King Latinus then his Oxen stall'd Till turning at the length he stood his ground And miss'd
happy Fate Th' Aeneans wish in vain their wanted Chief Hopeless of flight more hopeless of Relief Thin on the Tow'rs they stand and ev'n thofe few A feeble fainting and dejected Crew Yet in the face of Danger some there stood The two bold Brothers of Sarpedon's Blood Asius and Acmon both th' Assaraci Young Haemon and tho' young resolv'd to dye With these were Clarus and Thymaetes join'd Tibris and Castor both of Lycian Kind From Acmon's Hands a rowling Stone there came So large if half deserv'd a Mountain's Name Strong sinew'd was the Youth and big of Bone His Brother Mnestheus cou'd not more have done Or the great Father of th' intrepid Son Some Firebrands throw some flights of Arrows send And some with Darts and some with Stones defend Amid the Press appears the beauteous Boy The Care of Venus and the Hope of Troy His lovely Face unarm'd his Head was bare In ringlets o're his Shoulders hung his Hair His Forehead circled with a Diadem Distinguish'd from the Crowd he shines a Gem Enchas'd in Gold or Polish'd Iv'ry set Amidst the meaner foil of sable Jett Nor Ismarus was wanting to the War Directing Ointed Arrows from afar And Death with Poyson arm'd In Lydia born Where plenteous Harvests the fat Fields adorn Where proud Pactolus floats the fruitful Lands And leaves a rich manure of Golden Sands There Capys Author of the Capuan Name And there was Mnestheus too increas'd in Fame Since Turnus from the Camp He cast with shame Thus Mortal War was wag'd on either side Mean time the Heroe cuts the Nightly Tyde For anxious from Evander when he went He sought the Tyrrhene Camp and Tarchon's Tent Expos'd the Cause of coming to the Chief His Name and Country told and ask'd Relief Propos'd the Terms his own small strength declar'd What Vengeance proud Mezentius had prepar'd What Turnus bold and violent design'd Then shew'd the slippry state of Humane-kind And fickle Fortune warn'd him to beware And to his wholsom Counsel added Pray'r Tarchon without delay the Treaty signs And to the Trojan Troops the Tuscan joins They soon set sail nor now the Fates withstand Their Forces trusted with a Foreign Hand Aeneas leads upon his Stern appear Two Lyons carv'd which rising Ida bear Ida to wand'ring Trojans ever dear Under their grateful Shade Aeneas sate Revolving Wars Events and various Fate His left young Pallas kept fix'd to his side And oft of Winds enquir'd and of the Tyde Oft of the Stars and of their wat'ry Way And what he suffer'd both by Land and Sea Now sacred Sisters open all your Spring The Tuscan Leaders and their Army sing Which follow'd great Aeneas to the War Their Arms their Numbers and their Names declare A thousand Youths brave Massicus obey Born in the Tyger thro' the foaming Sea From Asium brought and Cosa by his Care For Arms light Quivers Bows and Shafts they bear Fierce Abas next his Men bright Armour wore His Stern Apollo's Golden Statue bore Six hundred Populonea sent along All skill'd in Martial Exercise and strong Three hundred more for Battel Ilva joins An Isle renown'd for Steel and unexhausted Mines Asylas on his Prow the third appears Who Heav'n interprets and the wand'ring Stars From offer'd Entrails Prodigies expounds And Peals of Thunder with presaging Sounds A thousand Spears in warlike Order stand Sent by the Pisans under his Command Fair Astur follows in the wat'ry Field Proud of his manag'd Horse and painted Shield Gravisca noisom from the neighb'ring Fen And his own Coere sent three hundred Men With those which Minio's Fields and Pyrgi gave All bred in Arms unanimous and brave Thou Muse the Name of Cyniras renew And brave Cupavo follow'd but by few Whose Helm confess'd the Lineage of the Man And bore with Wings display'd a silver Swan Love was the fault of his fam'd Ancestry Whose Forms and Fortunes in his Ensigns fly For Cycnus lov'd unhappy Phaeton And sung his Loss in Poplar Groves alone Beneath the Sister shades to sooth his Grief Heav'n heard his Song and hasten'd his Relief And chang'd to snowy Plumes his hoary Hair And wing'd his Flight to chant aloft in Air. His Son Cupavo brush'd the briny Flood Upon his Stern a brawny Centaur stood Who heav'd a Rock and threat'ning still to throw With lifted Hands alarm'd the Seas below They seem'd to fear the formidable Sight And rowl'd their Billows on to speed his Flight Ocnus was next who led his Native Train Of hardy Warriors thro' the wat'ry Plain The Son of Manto by the Tuscan Stream From whence the Mantuan Town derives the Name An ancient City but of mix'd Descent Three sev'ral Tribes compose the Government Four Towns are under each but all obey The Mantuan Laws and own the Tuscan Sway. Hate to Mezentius arm'd five hundred more Whom Mincius from his Sire Benacus bore Mincius with Wreaths of Reeds his forehead cover'd o're These grave Auletes leads A hundred sweep With stretching Oars at once the glassy deep Him and his Martial Train the Triton bears High on his Poop the Sea-green God appears Frowning he seems his crooked Shell to sound And at the Blast the Billows dance around A hairy Man above the Waste he shows A Porpoise Tail beneath his Belly grows And ends a Fish His Breast the Waves divides And Froth and Foam augment the murm'ring Tides Full thirty Ships transport the chosen Train For Troy's Relief and scour the briny Main Now was the World sorsaken by the Sun And Phoebe half her nightly Race had run The careful Chief who never clos'd his Eyes Himself the Rudder holds the Sails supplies A Choir of Nereids meet him on the Flood Once his own Gallies hewn from Ida's Wood But now as many Nymphs the Sea they sweep As rode before tall Vessels on the Deep They know him from afar and in a Ring Inclose the Ship that bore the Trojan King Cymodoce whose Voice excell'd the rest Above the Waves advanc'd her snowy Breast Her right Hand stops the Stern her left divides The curling Ocean and corrects the Tides She spoke for all the Choir and thus began With pleasing Words to warn th' unknowing Man Sleeps our lov'd Lord O Goddess-born awake Spread ev'ry Sail pursue your wat'ry Track And haste your Course Your Navy once were we From Ida's Height descending to the Sea 'Till Turnus as at Anchor fix'd we stood Presum'd to violate our holy Wood. Then loos'd from Shore we fled his Fires prophane Unwillingly we broke our Master's Chain And since have sought you thro' the Tuscan Main The mighty Mother chang'd our Forms to these And gave us Life Immortal in the Seas But young Ascanius in his Camp distress'd By your insulting Foes is hardly press'd Th' Arcadian Horsemen and Etrurian Hoast Advance in order on the Latian Coast To cut their way the Daunian Chief designs Before their Troops can reach the Trojan Lines Thou when the rosie Morn restores the Light First arm thy Souldiers
went Of solid Brass of Linnen trebly rowl'd And three Bull-hides which round the Buckler rowl'd All these it pass'd resistless in the Course Transpierc'd his Thigh and spent its dying Force The gaping Wound gush'd out a Crimson Flood The Trojan glad with sight of hostile Blood His Fauchion drew to closer Fight address'd And with new Force his fainting Foe oppress'd His Father's Peril Lausus view'd with Grief He sigh'd he wept he ran to his Relief And here Heroick Youth 't is here I must To thy immortal Memory be just And sing an Act so noble and so new Posterity will scarce believe 't is true Pain'd with his Wound and useless for the Fight The Father sought to save himself by Flight Incumber'd slow he drag'd the Spear along Which pierc'd his thigh and in his Buckler hung The pious Youth resolv'd on Death below The lifted Sword springs forth to face the Foe Protects his Parent and prevents the Blow Shouts of Applause ran ringing thro' the Field To see the Son the vanquish'd Father shield All fir'd with gen'rous Indignation strive And with a storm of Darts to distance drive The Trojan Chief who held at Bay from far On his Vulcanian Orb sustain'd the War As when thick Hail comes ratling in the Wind The Plowman Passenger and lab'ring Hind For shelter to the neighb'ring Covert fly Or hous'd or safe in hollow Caverns lye But that o'reblown when Heav'n above 'em smiles Return to Travel and renew their Toils Aeneas thus o'rewhelm'd on ev'ry side The storm of Darts undaunted did abide And thus to Lausus loud with friendly threat'ning cry'd Why wilt thou rush to certain Death and Rage In rash Attempts beyond thy tender Age Betray'd by pious Love Nor thus forborn The Youth desists but with insulting Scorn Provokes the ling'ring Prince Whose Patience tyr'd Gave Place and all his Breast with Fury fir'd For now the Fates prepar'd their cruel Sheers And lifted high the flaming Sword appears Which full descending with a frightful sway Thro Shield and Corslet forc'd th' impetuous Way And bury'd deep in his fair Bosom lay The purple Streams thro' the thin Armour strove And drench'd th' imbroider'd Coat his Mother wove And Life at length forsook his heaving Heart Loath from so sweet a Mansion to depart But when with Blood and Paleness all o'respread The pious Prince beheld young Lausus dead He griev'd he wept the sight an Image brought Of his own filial Love a sadly pleasing Thought Then stretch'd his Hand to hold him up and said Poor hapless Youth what Praises can be paid To Love so great to such transcendent Store Of early Worth and sure Presage of more Accept what e're Aeneas can afford Untouch'd thy Arms untaken be thy Sword And all that pleas'd thee living still remain Inviolate and sacred to the slain Thy Body on thy Parents I bestow To rest thy Soul at least if Shadows know Or have a sense of human Things below There to thy fellow Ghosts with Glory tell 'T was by the great Aeneas hand I fell With this his distant Friends he beckons near Provokes their Duty and prevents their Fear Himself assists to lift him from the Ground With clotted Locks and Blood that well'd from out the Wound Mean time his Father now no Father stood And wash'd his Wounds by Tyber's yellow Flood Oppress'd with Anguish panting and o'respent His fainting Limbs against an Oak he leant A Bough his Brazen Helmet did sustain His heavier Arms lay scatter'd on the Plain A chosen Train of Youth around him stand His drooping Head was rested on his hand His grisly Beard his pensive Bosom sought And all on Lausus ran his restless thought Careful concern'd his Danger to prevent He much enquir'd and many a Message sent To warn him from the Field Alas in vain Behold his mournful Followers bear him slain O're his broad Shield still gush'd the yawning Wound And drew a bloody Trail along the Ground Far off he heard their Cries far off divin'd The dire Event with a foreboding Mind With Dust he sprinkled first his hoary Head Then both his lifted hands to Heav'n he spread Last the dear Corps embracing thus he said What Joys alas cou'd this frail Being give That I have been so covetous to live To see my Son and such a Son resign His Life a Ransom for preserving mine And am I then preserv'd and art thou lost How much too dear has that Redemption cost 'T is now my bitter Banishment I feel This is a Wound too deep for time to heal My Guilt thy growing Virtues did defame My Blackness blotted thy unblemish'd Name Chas'd from a Throne abandon'd and exil'd For foul Misdeeds were Punishments too mild I ow'd my People these and from their hate With less Resentment cou'd have born my Fate And yet I live and yet sustain the sight Of hated Men and of more hated Light But will not long With that he rais'd from Ground His fainting Limbs that stagger'd with his Wound Yet with a Mind resolv'd and unappal'd With Pains or Perils for his Courser call'd Well mouth'd well manag'd whom himself did dress With daily Care and mounted with Success His Aid in Arms his Ornament in Peace Soothing his Courage with a gentle Stroke The Steed seem'd sensible while thus he spoke O Rhaebus we have liv'd too long for me If Life and long were Terms that cou'd agree This Day thou either shalt bring back the Head And bloody Trophees of the Trojan dead This Day thou either shalt revenge my Woe For murther'd Lausus on his cruel Foe Or if inexorable Fate deny Our Conquest with thy conquer'd Master dye For after such a Lord I rest secure Thou wilt no foreign Reins or Trojan Load endure He said And straight th' officious Courser kneels To take his wonted Weight His Hands he fills With pointed Jav'lins On his Head he lac'd His glitt'ring Helm which terribly was grac'd With waving Horse-hair nodding from afar Then spurr'd his thund'ring Steed amidst the War Love Anguish Wrath and Grief to Madness wrought Despair and secret Shame and conscious thought Of inborn Worth his lab'ring Soul oppress'd Rowl'd in his Eyes and rag'd within his Breast Then loud he call'd Aeneas thrice by Name The loud repeated Voice to glad Aeneas came Great Jove he said and the far-shooting God Inspire thy Mind to make thy Challenge good He spoke no more but hasten'd void of Fear And threaten'd with his long protended Spear To whom Mezentius thus Thy Vaunts are vain My Lausus lies extended on the Plain He 's lost thy Conquest is already won The wretched Sire is murther'd in the Son Nor Fate I fear but all the Gods defy Forbear thy Threats my Bus'ness is to dye But first receive this parting Legacy He said And straight a whirling Dart he sent Another after and another went Round in a spacious Ring he rides the Field And vainly plies th' impenetrable Shield Thrice rode he round and thrice Aeneas wheel'd Turn'd
invade In open Plains or in the secret Shade When he renew'd in all the speckl'd Pride Of pompous Youth has cast his slough aside And in his Summer Liv'ry rowls along Erect and brandishing his forky Tongue Leaving his Nest and his imperfect Young And thoughtless of his Egs forgets to rear The hopes of Poyson for the foll'wing Year The Causes and the Signs shall next be told Of ev'ry Sickness that infects the Fold A scabby Tetter on their pelts will stick When the raw Rain has pierc'd 'em to the quick Or searching Frosts have eaten through the Skin Or burning Isicles are lodg'd within Or when the Fleece is shorn if sweat remains Unwash'd and soaks into their empty Veins When their defenceless Limbs the Brambles tear Short of their Wool and naked from the Sheer Good Shepherds after sheering drench their Sheep And their Flocks Father forc'd from high to leap Swims down the Stream and plunges in the deep They oint their naked Limbs with mother'd Oyl Or from the Founts where living Sulphurs boyl They mix a Med'cine to foment their Limbs With Scum that on the molten Silver swims Fat Pitch and black Bitumen add to these Besides the waxen labour of the Bees And Hellebore and Squills deep rooted in the Seas Receits abound but searching all thy Store The best is still at hand to launch the Sore To Fredrick Filney of Filney Hall in Hant-Shire Esq Geo 3 L 721 And cut the Head for till the Core be found The secret Vice is fed and gathers Ground While making fruitless Moan the Shepherd stands And when the launching Knife requires his hands Vain help with idle Pray'rs from Heav'n demands Deep in their Bones when Feavers fix their seat And rack their Limbs and lick the vital heat The ready Cure to cool the raging Pain Is underneath the Foot to breath a Vein This remedy the Scythian Shepherds found Th' Inhabitants of Thracia's hilly Ground And Gelons use it when for Drink and Food They mix their cruddl'd Milk with Horses Blood But where thou seest a single Sheep remain In shades aloof or couch'd upon the Plain Or listlesly to crop the tender Grass Or late to lag behind with truant pace Revenge the Crime and take the Traytor 's head E're in the faultless Flock the dire Contagion spread On Winter Seas we fewer Storms behold Than foul Diseases that infect the Fold Nor do those ills on single Bodies prey But oft'ner bring the Nation to decay And sweep the present Stock and future Hope away A dire Example of this Truth appears When after such a length of rowling Years We see the naked Alps and thin Remains Of scatter'd Cotts and yet unpeopl'd Plains Once fill'd with grazing Flocks the Shepherds happy Reigns Here from the vicious Air and sickly Skies A Plague did on the dumb Creation rise During th' Autumnal Heats th' Infection grew Tame Cattle and the Beasts of Nature slew Poys'ning the Standing Lakes and Pools Impure Nor was the foodful Grass in Fields secure Strange Death For when the thirsty fire had drunk Their vital Blood and the dry Nerves were shrunk When the contracted Limbs were cramp'd ev'n then A wat'rish Humour swell'd and ooz'd agen Converting into Bane the kindly Juice Ordain'd by Nature for a better use The Victim Ox that was for Altars prest Trim'd with white Ribbons and with Garlands drest Sunk of himself without the Gods Command Preventing the slow Sacrificer's Hand Or by the holy Butcher if he fell Th' inspected Entrails cou'd no Fates foretel Nor laid on Altars did pure Flames arise But Clouds of smouldring Smoke forbad the Sacrifice Scarcely the Knife was redden'd with his Gore Or the black Poyson stain'd the sandy Floor The thriven Calves in Meads their Food forsake And render their sweet Souls before the plenteous Rack The fawning Dog runs mad the wheasing Swine With Coughs is choak'd and labours from the Chine The Victor Horse forgetful of his Food The Palm renounces and abhors the Flood He paws the Ground and on his hanging Ears A doubtful Sweat in clammy drops appears Parch'd is his Hide and rugged are his Hairs Such are the Symptoms of the young Disease But in time's process when his pains encrease He rouls his mournful Eyes he deeply groans With patient sobbing and with manly Moans He heaves for Breath which from his Lungs supply'd And fetch'd from far distends his lab'ring side To his rough Palat his dry Tongue succeeds And roapy Gore he from his Nostrils bleeds A Drench of Wine has with success been us'd And through a Horn the gen'rous Juice infus'd Which timely taken op'd his closing Jaws But if too late the Patient's death did cause For the too vig'rous Dose too fiercely wrought And added Fury to the Srength it brought Recruited into Rage he grinds his Teeth In his own Flesh and feeds approaching Death Ye Gods to better Fate good Men dispose And turn that Impious Errour on our Foes The Steer who to the Yoke was bred to bow Studious of Tillage and the crooked Plough Falls down and dies and dying spews a Flood Of foamy Madness mix'd with clotted Blood The Clown who cursing Providence repines His Mournful Fellow from the Team disjoyns With many a groan forsakes his fruitless care And in th' unfinish'd Furrow leaves the Share The pineing Steer no Shades of lofty Woods Nor flow'ry Meads can ease nor Crystal floods Roul'd from the Rock His flabby Flanks decrease His Eyes are settled in a stupid peace His bulk too weighty for his Thighs is grown And his unweildy Neck hangs drooping down Now what avails his well-deserving Toil To turn the Glebe or smooth the rugged Soil And yet he never supt in solemn State Nor undigested Feasts did urge his Fate Nor day to Night luxuriously did joyn Nor surfeited on rich Campanian Wine Simple his Bev'rage homely was his Food The wholsom Herbage and the running Flood No dreadful Dreams awak'd him with affright His Pains by Day secur'd his Rest by Night 'T was then that Buffalo's ill pair'd were seen To draw the Carr of Jove's Imperial Queen For want of Oxen and the lab'ring Swain Scratch'd with a Rake a Furrow for his Grain And cover'd with his hand the shallow Seed again He Yokes himself and up the Hilly height With his own Shoulders draws the Waggon's weight The nightly Wolf that round th' Enclosure proul'd To leap the Fence now plots not on the Fold Tam'd with a sharper Pain The fearful Doe And flying Stag amidst the Grey-Hounds go And round the Dwellings roam of Man their fiercer Foe The scaly Nations of the Sea profound Like Shipwreck'd Carcasses are driv'n aground And mighty Phocae never seen before In shallow Streams are stranded on the shore The Viper dead within her Hole is found Defenceless was the shelter of the ground The water-Snake whom Fish and Paddocks fed With staring Scales lies poyson'd in his Bed To Birds their Native Heav'ns contagious prove From Clouds they fall
The Mists flew upward and dissolv'd in day The Trojan Chief appear'd in open sight August in Visage and serenely bright His Mother Goddess with her hands Divine Had form'd his Curling Locks and made his Temples shine And giv'n his rowling Eyes a sparkling grace And breath'd a youthful vigour on his Face Like polish'd Iv'ry beauteous to behold Or Parian Marble when enchas'd in Gold Thus radiant from the circling Cloud he broke And thus with manly modesty he spoke He whom you seek am I by Tempests tost And sav'd from Shipwreck on your Lybian Coast Presenting gracious Queen before your Throne A Prince that ows his Life to you alone Fair Majesty the Refuge and Redress Of those whom Fate pursues and Wants oppress You who your pious Offices employ To save the Reliques of abandon'd Troy Receive the Shipwreck'd on your friendly Shore With hospitable Rites relieve the Poor Associate in your Town a wandring Train And Strangers in your Palace entertain What thanks can wretched Fugitives return Who scatter'd thro' the World in exile mourn The Gods if Gods to Goodness are inclin'd If Acts of mercy touch their Heav'nly Mind And more than all the Gods your gen'rous heart Conscious of worth requite its own desert In you this Age is happy and this Earth And Parents more than Mortal gave you birth To the Right Hon ble Elizabeth Countess Dowager of Winchelsea ct AE 1. l 875. While rowling Rivers into Seas shall run And round the space of Heav'n the radiant Sun While Trees the Mountain tops with Shades supply Your Honour Name and Praise shall never dye What e're abode my Fortune has assign'd Your Image shall be present in my Mind Thus having said he turn'd with pious hast And joyful his expecting Friends embrac'd With his right hand Ilioneus was grac'd Serestus with his left then to his breast Cloanthus and the Noble Gyas prest And so by turns descended to the rest The Tyrian Queen stood fix'd upon his Face Pleas'd with his motions ravish'd with his grace Admir'd his Fortunes more admir'd the Man Then recollected stood and thus began What Fate O Goddess born what angry Pow'rs Have cast you shipwrack'd on our barren Shores Are you the great Aeneas known to Fame Who from Coelestial Seed your Lineage claim The same Aeneas whom fair Venus bore To fam'd Anchises on th' Idaean Shore It calls into my mind tho' then a Child When Teucer came from Salamis exil'd And sought my Father's aid to be restor'd My Father Belus then with Fire and Sword Invaded Cyprus made the Region bare And Conqu'ring finish'd the successful War From him the Trojan Siege I understood The Grecian Chiefs and your Illustrious Blood Your Foe himself the Dardan Valour prais'd And his own Ancestry from Trojans rais'd Enter my Noble Guest and you shall find If not a costly welcome yet a kind For I my self like you have been distress'd Till Heav'n afforded me this place of rest Like you an Alien in a Land unknown I learn to pity Woes so like my own She said and to the Palace led her Guest Then offer'd Incense and proclaim'd a Feast Nor yet less careful for her absent Friends Twice ten fat Oxen to the Ships she sends Besides a hundred Boars a hundred Lambs With bleating cries attend their Milky Dams And Jars of gen'rous Wine and spacious Bowls She gives to chear the Sailors drooping Souls Now Purple Hangings cloath the Palace Walls And sumptuous Feasts are made in splendid Halls On Tyrian Carpets richly wrought they dine With loads of Massy Plate the Side-boards shine And Antique Vafes all of Gold Emboss'd The Gold it self inferiour to the Cost Of curious Work where on the sides were seen The Fights and Figures of Illustrious Men From their first Founder to the present Queen The Good Aeneas whose Paternal Care Iulus absence could no longer bear Dispatch'd Achates to the Ships in hast To give a glad Relation of the past And fraught with precious Gifts to bring the Boy Snatch'd from the Ruins of unhappy Troy A Robe of Tissue stiff with golden Wire An upper Vest once Hellen's rich Attire From Argos by the fam'd Adultress brought With Golden flow'rs and winding foliage wrought Her Mother Laeda's Present when she came To ruin Troy and set the World on flame The Scepter Priam's eldest Daughter bore Her orient Necklace and the Crown she wore Of double texture glorious to behold One order set with Gems and one with Gold Instructed thus the wise Achates goes And in his diligence his duty shows But Venus anxious for her Son's Affairs New Councils tryes and new Designs prepares That Cupid should assume the Shape and Face Of sweet Ascanius and the sprightly grace Shou'd bring the Prefents in her Nephews stead And in Eliza's Veins the gentle Poison shed For much she fear'd the Tyrians double tongu'd And knew the Town to Juno's care belong'd These thoughts by Night her Golden Slumbers broke And thus alarm'd to winged Love she spoke My Son my strength whose mighty Pow'r alone Controuls the Thund'rer on his awful Throne To thee thy much afflicted Mother flies And on thy Succour and thy Faith relies Thou know'st my Son how Jove's revengeful Wife By force and Fraud attempts thy Brother's life And often hast thou mourn'd with me his Pains Him Dido now with Blandishment detains But I suspect the Town where Juno reigns For this 't is needful to prevent her Art And fire with Love the proud Phoenician's heart A Love so violent so fond so sure That neither Age can change nor Art can cure How this may be perform'd now take my mind Ascanius by his Father is design'd To come with Presents laden from the Port To gratifie the Queen and gain the Court I mean to plunge the Boy in pleasing Sleep And ravish'd in Idalian Bow'rs to keep Or high Cythaera That the sweet Deceipt May pass unseen and none prevent the Cheat Take thou his Form and Shape I beg the Grace But only for a Night 's revolving Space Thy self a Boy assume a Boy 's dissembled Face That when amidst the fervour of the Feast The Tyrian hugs and fonds thee on her Breast And with sweet Kisses in her Arms constrains Thou may'st infuse thy Venom in her Veins The God of Love obeys and sets aside His Bow and Quiver and his plumy Pride He walks Iulus in his Mother's Sight And in the sweet Resemblance takes Delight The Goddess then to young Ascanius flies And in a pleasing Slumber seals his Eyes Lull'd in her Lap amidst a Train of Loves She gently bears him to her blissful Groves Then with a Wreath of Myrtle crowns his Head And softly lays him on a flow'ry Bed Cupid mean time assum'd his Form and Face Foll'wing Achates with a shorter Pace And brought the Gifts The Queen already sate Amidst the Trojan Lords in shining State High on a Golden Bed Her Princely Guest Was next her side in order sate the rest Then Canisters with
he for his Country bore Now stream'd afresh and with new Purple ran I wept to see the visionary Man And while my Trance continu'd thus began O Light of Trojans and Support of Troy Thy Father's Champion and thy Country's Joy O long expected by thy Friends from whence Art thou so late return'd for our Defence Do we behold thee weary'd as we are With length of Labours and with Toils of War After so many Fun'rals of thy own Art thou restor'd to thy declining Town But say what Wounds are these What new Disgrace Deforms the Manly Features of thy Face To this the Spectre no Reply did frame But answer'd to the Cause for which he came And groaning from the bottom of his Breast This Warning in these mournful Words express'd O Goddess-born escape by timely flight The Flames and Horrors of this fatal Night The Foes already have possess'd the Wall Troy nods from high and totters to her Fall Enough is paid to Priam's Royal Name More than enough to Duty and to Fame If by a Mortal Hand my Father's Throne Cou'd be defended 't was by mine alone Now Troy to thee commends her future State And gives her Gods Companions of thy Fate From their assistance happyer Walls expect Which wand'ring long at last thou shalt erect He said and brought me from their blest abodes The venerable Statues of the Gods With ancient Vesta from the sacred Quire The Wreaths and Relicks of th' Immortal Fire Now peals of Shouts come thund'ring from afar Cries Threats and loud Laments and mingl'd War The Noise approaches though our Palace stood Aloof from Streets encompass'd with a Wood. Louder and yet more loud I hear th' Allarms Of Human Cries distinct and clashing Arms Fear broke my Slumbers I no longer stay But mount the Terrass thence the Town survey And hearken what the frightful Sounds convey Thus when a flood of Fire by Winds is born Crackling it rowls and mows the standing Corn Or Deluges descending on the Plains Sweep o're the yellow Year destroy the pains Of lab'ring Oxen and the Peasant's gains Unroot the Forrest Oaks and bear away Flocks Folds and Trees an undistinguish'd Prey The Shepherd climbs the Cliff and sees from far The wastful Ravage of the wat'ry War Then Hector's Faith was manifestly clear'd The Grecian Frauds in open light appear'd The Palace of Deiphobus ascends In smoaky Flames and catches on his Friends Ucalegon burns next the Seas are bright With splendor not their own and shine with Trojan light New Clamours and new Clangors now arise The sound of Trumpets mix'd with fighting cries With frenzy seiz'd I run to meet th' Alarms Resolv'd on death resolv'd to die in Arms. But first to gather Friends with them t' oppose If Fortune favour'd and repel the Foes Spurr'd by my courage by my Country fir'd With sense of Honour and Revenge inspir'd Pantheus Apollo's Priest a sacred Name Had scap'd the Grecian Swords and pass'd the Flame With Reliques loaden to my Doors he fled And by the hand his tender Grand-son led What hope O Pantheus whither can we run Where make a stand and what may yet be done Scarce had I said when Pantheus with a groan Troy is no more and Ilium was a Town The fatal Day th' appointed Hour is come When wrathful Jove's irrevocable doom Transfers the Trojan State to Grecian hands The Fire consumes the Town the Foe commands And armed Hosts an unexpected Force Break from the Bowels of the Fatal Horse Within the Gates proud Sinon throws about The flames and Foes for entrance press without With thousand others whom I fear to name More than from Argos or Mycenae came To sev'ral Posts their Parties they divide Some block the narrow Streets some scour the wide The bold they kill th' unwary they surprise Who fights finds Death and Death finds him who flies The Warders of the Gate but scarce maintain Th' unequal Combat and resist in vain I Heard and Heav'n that well-born Souls inspires Prompts me thro' lifted Swords and rising Fires To run where clashing Arms and Clamour calls And rush undaunted to defend the Walls Ripheus and Iph'itus by my side engage For Valour one Renown'd and one for Age. Dymas and Hypanis by Moonlight knew My motions and my Meen and to my Party drew With young Choroebus who by Love was led To win Renown and fair Cassandra's Bed And lately brought his Troops to Priam's aid Forewarn'd in vain by the Prophetic Maid Whom when I saw resolv'd in Arms to fall And that one Spirit animated all Brave Souls said I but Brave alas in vain Come finish what our Cruel Fates ordain You see the desp'rate state of our Affairs And Heav'ns protecting Pow'rs are deaf to Pray'rs The passive Gods behold the Greeks defile Their Temples and abandon to the Spoil Their own Abodes we feeble few conspire To save a sinking Town involv'd in Fire Then let us fall but fall amidst our Foes Despair of Life the Means of Living shows So fierce a Speech incourag'd their desire Of Death and added fuel to their fire As hungry Wolves with raging appetite Scour thro' the fields nor fear the stormy Night Their Whelps at home expect the promis'd Food And long to temper their dry Chaps in Blood So rush'd we forth at once resolv'd to die Resolv'd in Death the last Extreams to try We leave the narrow Lanes behind and dare Th' unequal Combat in the publick Square Night was our Friend our Leader was Despair What Tongue can tell the Slaughter of that Night What Eyes can weep the Sorrows and Affright An ancient and imperial City falls The Streets are fill'd with frequent Funerals Houses and Holy Temples float in Blood And hostile Nations make a common Flood Not only Trojans fall but in their turn The vanquish'd Triumph and the Victors mourn Ours take new Courage from Despair and Night Confus'd the Fortune is confus'd the Fight All parts resound with Tumults Plaints and Fears And grisly Death in sundry shapes appears Androgeos fell among us with his Band Who thought us Grecians newly come to Land From whence said he my Friends this long delay You loiter while the Spoils are born away Our Ships are laden with the Trojan Store And you like Truants come too late ashore He said but soon corrected his Mistake Found by the doubtful Answers which we make Amaz'd he wou'd have shun'd th' unequal Fight But we more num'rous intercept his flight As when some Peasant in a bushy Brake Has with unwary Footing press'd a Snake He starts aside astonish'd when he spies His rising Crest blue Neck and rowling Eyes So from our Arms surpriz'd Androgeos flies In vain for him and his we compass'd round Possess'd with Fear unknowing of the Ground And of their Lives an easy Conquest found Thus Fortune on our first Endeavour smil'd Choraebus then with youthful Hopes beguil'd Swoln with Success and of a daring Mind This new Invention fatally design'd My Friends said he since
fierce a Rage the foaming Flood Roars when he finds his rapid Course withstood Bears down the Dams with unresisted sway And sweeps the Cattle and the Cots away These Eyes beheld him when he march'd between The Brother-Kings I saw th' unhappy Queen The hundred Wives and where old Priam stood To stain his hallow'd Altar with his Blood The fifty Nuptial Beds such Hopes had he So large a Promise of a Progeny The Posts of plated Gold and hung with Spoils Fell the Reward of the proud Victor's Toils Where e're the raging Fire had left a space The Grecians enter and possess the Place Perhaps you may of Priam's Fate enquire He when he saw his Regal Town on fire His ruin'd Palace and his ent'ring Foes On ev'ry side inevitable woes In Arms disus'd invests his Limbs decay'd Like them with Age a late and useless aid His feeble shoulders scarce the weight sustain Loaded not arm'd he creeps along with pain Despairing of Success ambitious to be slain Uncover'd but by Heav'n there stood in view An Altar near the hearth a Lawrel grew Dodder'd with Age whose Boughs encompass round The Household Gods and shade the holy Ground Here Hecuba with all her helpless Train Of Dames for shelter sought but sought in vain Driv'n like a Flock of Doves along the skie Their Images they hugg and to their Altars fly The Queen when she beheld her trembling Lord And hanging by his side a heavy Sword What Rage she cry'd has seiz'd my Husband's mind What Arms are these and to what use design'd These times want other aids were Hector here Ev'n Hector now in vain like Priam wou'd appear With us one common shelter thou shalt find Or in one common Fate with us be join'd She said and with a last Salute embrac'd The poor old Man and by the Lawrel plac'd Behold Polites one of Priam's Sons Pursu'd by Pyrrhus there for safety runs Thro Swords and Foes amaz'd and hurt he flies Through empty Courts and open Galleries Him Pyrrhus urging with his Lance pursues And often reaches and his thrusts renews The Youth transfix'd with lamentable Cries Expires before his wretched Parent 's Eyes Whom gasping at his feet when Priam saw The Fear of death gave place to Nature's Law And shaking more with Anger than with Age The Gods said He requite thy brutal Rage As sure they will Barbarian sure they must If there be Gods in Heav'n and Gods be just Who tak'st in Wrongs an insolent delight With a Son's death t' infect a Father's sight Not He whom thou and lying Fame conspire To call thee his Not He thy vaunted Sire Thus us'd my wretched Age The Gods he fear'd The Laws of Nature and of Nations heard He chear'd my Sorrows and for Sums of Gold The bloodless Carcass of my Hector sold Pity'd the Woes a Parent underwent And sent me back in safety from his Tent. This said his feeble hand a Javelin threw Which flutt'ring seem'd to loiter as it flew Just and but barely to the Mark it held And faintly tinckl'd on the Brazen Shield Then Pyrrhus thus go thou from me to Fate And to my Father my foul deeds relate Now dye with that he dragg'd the trembling Sire Slidd'ring through clotter'd Blood and holy Mire The mingl'd Paste his murder'd Son had made Haul'd from beneath the violated Shade And on the Sacred Pile the Royal Victim laid To y e Right Hon ble Roger Earle of Orrery Baron of Broghill ct AE 2. l 765. His right Hand held his bloody Fauchion bare His left he twisted in his hoary Hair Then with a speeding Thrust his Heart he found The lukewarm Blood came rushing through the wound And sanguine Streams distain'd the sacred Ground Thus Priam fell and shar'd one common Fate With Troy in Ashes and his ruin'd State He who the Scepter of all Asia sway'd Whom Monarchs like domestick Slaves obey'd On the bleak Shoar now lies th' abandon'd King A headless Carcass and a nameless thing Then not before I felt my crudled Blood Congeal with Fear my Hair with horror stood My Father's Image fill'd my pious Mind Lest equal Years might equal Fortune find Again I thought on my forsaken Wife And trembl'd for my Son 's abandon'd Life I look'd about but found my self alone Deserted at my need my Friends were gone Some spent with Toil some with Despair oppress'd Leap'd headlong from the Heights the Flames consum'd the rest Thus wand'ring in my way without a Guide The graceless Helen in the Porch I spy'd Of Vesta's Temple there she lurk'd alone Muffled she sate and what she cou'd unknown But by the Flames that cast their Blaze around That common Bane of Greece and Troy I found For Ilium burnt she dreads the Trojan Sword More dreads the Vengeance of her injur'd Lord Ev'n by those Gods who refug'd her abhorr'd Trembling with Rage the Strumpet I regard Resolv'd to give her Guilt the due reward Shall she triumphant sail before the Wind And leave in Flames unhappy Troy behind Shall she her Kingdom and her Friends review In State attended with a Captive Crew While unreveng'd the good old Priam falls And Grecian Fires consume the Trojan Walls For this the Phrygian Fields and Xanthian Flood Were swell'd with Bodies and were drunk with Blood 'T is true a Souldier can small Honour gain And boast no Conquest from a Woman slain Yet shall the Fact not pass without Applause Of Vengeance taken in so just a Cause The punish'd Crime shall set my Soul at ease And murm'ring Manes of my Friends appease Thus while I rave a gleam of pleasing Light Spread o're the Place and shining Heav'nly bright My Mother stood reveal'd before my Sight Never so radiant did her Eyes appear Not her own Star confess'd a Light so clear Great in her Charms as when on Gods above She looks and breaths her self into their Love She held my hand the destin'd Blow to break Then from her rosie Lips began to speak My Son from whence this Madness this neglect Of my Commands and those whom I protect Why this unmanly Rage Recall to mind Whom you forsake what Pledges leave behind Look if your helpless Father yet survive Or if Ascanius or Creusa live Around your House the greedy Grecians err And these had perish'd in the nightly War But for my Presence and protecting Care Not Helen's Face nor Paris was in fault But by the Gods was this Destruction brought Now cast your Eyes around while I dissolve The Mists and Films that mortal Eyes involve Purge from your sight the Dross and make you see The Shape of each avenging Deity Enlighten'd thus my just Commands fulfill Nor fear Obedience to your Mother's Will Where you disorder'd heap of Ruin lies Stones rent from Stones where Clouds of dust arise Amid that smother Neptune holds his place Below the Wall 's foundation drives his Mace And heaves the Building from the solid Base Look where in Arms Imperial Juno stands Full in the
Scaean Gate with loud Commands Urging on Shore the tardy Grecian Bands See Pallas of her snaky Buckler proud Bestrides the Tow'r refulgent through the Cloud See Jove new Courage to the Foe supplies And arms against the Town the partial Deities Haste hence my Son this fruitless Labour end Haste where your trembling Spouse and Sire attend Haste and a Mother's Care your Passage shall befriend She said and swiftly vanish'd from my Sight Obscure in Clouds and gloomy Shades of Night I look'd I listen'd dreadful Sounds I hear And the dire Forms of hostile Gods appear Troy sunk in Flames I saw nor could prevent And Ilium from its old Foundations rent Rent like a Mountain Ash which dar'd the Winds And stood the sturdy Stroaks of lab'ring Hinds About the Roots the cruel Ax resounds The Stumps are pierc'd with oft repeated Wounds The War is felt on high the nodding Crown Now threats a Fall and throws the leafy Honours down To their united Force it yields though late And mourns with mortal Groans th' approaching Fate The Roots no more their upper load sustain But down she falls and spreads a ruin thro' the Plain Descending thence I scape through Foes and Fire Before the Goddess Foes and Flames retire Arriv'd at home he for whose only sake Or most for his such Toils I undertake The good Anchises whom by timely Flight I purpos'd to secure on Ida's height Refus'd the Journey Resolute to die And add his Fun'rals to the fate of Troy Rather than Exile and old Age sustain Go you whose Blood runs warm in ev'ry Vein Had Heav'n decreed that I shou'd Life enjoy Heav'n had decreed to save unhappy Troy 'T is sure enough if not too much for one Twice to have seen our Ilium overthrown Make haste to save the poor remaining Crew And give this useless Corps a long Adieu These weak old Hands suffice to stop my Breath At least the pitying Foes will aid my Death To take my Spoils and leave my Body bare As for my Sepulchre let Heav'n take Care 'T is long since I for my Coelestial Wife Loath'd by the Gods have drag'd a ling'ring Life Since ev'ry Hour and Moment I expire Blasted from Heav'n by Jove's avenging Fire This oft repeated he stood fix'd to die My self my Wife my Son my Family Intreat pray beg and raise a doleful Cry What will he still persist on Death resolve And in his Ruin all his House involve He still persists his reasons to maintain Our Pray'rs our Tears our loud Laments are vain Urg'd by Despair again I go to try The fate of Arms resolv'd in Fight to die To y e Right Hon ble Rob t Ld. Constable Vis nt Dunbar in y e Kingdom of Scotland AE 2. l. 915. What hope remains but what my Death must give Can I without so dear a Father live You term it Prudence what I Baseness call Cou'd such a Word from such a Parent fall If Fortune please and so the Gods ordain That nothing shou'd of ruin'd Troy remain And you conspire with Fortune to be slain The way to Death is wide th' Approaches near For soon relentless Pyrrhus will appear Reeking with Priam's Blood The wretch who slew The Son inhuman in the Father's view And then the Sire himself to the dire Altar drew O Goddess Mother give me back to fate Your Gift was undesir'd and came too late Did you for this unhappy me convey Through Foes and Fires to see my House a Prey Shall I my Father Wife and Son behold Welt'ring in Blood each others Arms infold Haste gird my Sword tho' spent and overcome 'T is the last Summons to receive our Doom I hear thee Fate and I obey thy Call Not unreveng'd the Foe shall see my Fall Restore me to the yet unfinish'd Fight My Death is wanting to conclude the Night Arm'd once again my glitt'ring Sword I wield While th' other hand sustains my weighty Shield And forth I rush to seek th' abandon'd Field I went but sad Creusa stop'd my way And cross the Threshold in my Passage lay Embrac'd my Knees and when I wou'd have gone Shew'd me my feeble Sire and tender Son If Death be your design at least said she Take us along to share your Destiny If any farther hopes in Arms remain This Place these Pledges of your Love maintain To whom do you expose your Father's Life Your Son 's and mine your now forgotten Wife While thus she fills the House with clam'rous Cries Our Hearing is diverted by our Eyes For while I held my Son in the short space Betwixt our Kisses and our last Embrace Strange to relate from young Iulus Head A lambent Flame arose which gently spread Around his Brows and on his Temples fed Amaz'd with running Water we prepare To quench the sacred Fire and shake his Hair But old Anchises vers'd in Omens rear'd His hands to Heav'n and this request preferr'd If any Vows Almighty Jove can bend Thy Will if Piety can Pray'rs commend Confirm the glad Presage which thou art pleas'd to send Scarce had he said when on our left we hear A peal of ratling Thunder rowl in Air There shot a streaming Lamp along the Sky Which on the winged Lightning seem'd to fly From o're the Roof the blaze began to move And trailing vanish'd in th' Idean Grove It swept a path in Heav'n and shone a Guide Then in a steaming stench of Sulphur dy'd The good old Man with suppliant hands implor'd The Gods protection and their Star ador'd Now now said he my Son no more delay I yield I follow where Heav'n shews the way Keep O my Country Gods our dwelling Place And guard this Relick of the Trojan Race This tender Child these Omens are your own And you can yet restore the ruin'd Town At least accomplish what your Signs foreshow I stand resign'd and am prepar'd to go To y e Right Hon ble Mary Countess Dowager of Northampton AE 2. l. 985. He said the crackling Flames appear on high And driving Sparkles dance along the Sky With Vulcan's rage the rising Winds conspire And near our Palace rowl the flood of Fire Haste my dear Father 't is no time to wait And load my Shoulders with a willing Fraight What e're befalls your Life shall be my care One Death or one Deliv'rance we will share My hand shall lead our little Son and you My faithful Consort shall our Steps purfue Next you my Servants heed my strict Commands Without the Walls a ruin'd Temple stands To Ceres hollow'd once a Cypress nigh Shoots up her venerable Head on high By long Religion kept there bend your Feet And in divided Parties let us meet Our Country Gods the Relicks and the Bands Hold you my Father in your guiltless Hands In me 't is impious holy things to bear Red as I am with Slaughter new from War 'Till in some living Stream I cleanse the Guilt Of dire Debate and Blood in Battel spilt Thus ord'ring all that Prudence cou'd
perfect this Affair Attend my Counsel and the Secret share When next the Sun his rising Light displays And guilds the World below with Purple Rays The Queen Aeneas and the Tyrian Court Shall to the shady Woods for Silvan Game resort There while the Huntsmen pitch their Toils around And chearful Horns from Side to Side resound A Pitchy Cloud shall cover all the Plain With Hail and Thunder and tempestuous Rain The fearful Train shall take their speedy Flight Dispers'd and all involv'd in gloomy Night One Cave a grateful Shelter shall afford To the fair Princess and the Trojan Lord. I will my self the bridal Bed prepare If you to bless the Nuptials will be there So shall their Loves be crown'd with due Delights And Hymen shall be present at the Rites The Queen of Love consents and closely smiles At her vain Project and discover'd Wiles The rosy Morn was risen from the Main And Horns and Hounds awake the Princely Train They issue early through the City Gate Where the more wakeful Huntsmen ready wait With Nets and Toils and Darts beside the force Of Spartan Dogs and swift Massylian Horse The Tyrian Peers and Officers of State For the slow Queen in Anti-Chambers wait Her lofty Courser in the Court below Who his Majestick Rider seems to know Proud of his Purple Trappings paws the Ground And champs the Golden Bitt and spreads the Foam around The Queen at length appears On either Hand The brawny Guards in Martial Order stand A flow'rd Cymarr with Golden Fringe she wore And at her Back a Golden Quiver bore Her flowing Hair a Golden Caul restrains A golden Clasp the Tyrian Robe sustains Then young Ascanius with a sprightly Grace Leads on the Trojan Youth to view the Chace But far above the rest in beauty shines The great Aeneas when the Troop he joins Like fair Apollo when he leaves the frost Of wintry Xanthus and the Lycian Coast When to his Native Delos he resorts Ordains the Dances and renews the Sports Where painted Scythians mix'd with Cretan Bands Before the joyful Altars join their Hands Himself on Cynthus walking sees below The merry Madness of the sacred Show Green Wreaths of Bays his length of Hair inclose A Golden Fillet binds his awful Brows His Quiver sounds Not less the Prince is seen In manly Presence or in lofty Meen Now had they reach'd the Hills and storm'd the Seat Of salvage Beasts in Dens their last Retreat The Cry pursues the Mountain-Goats they bound From Rock to Rock and keep the craggy Ground To The Right Hon ble Hugh L d Clifford Baron of Chudleigh in y e County of Devon AE 4. l. 230. Quite otherwise the Stags a trembling Train In Herds unsingl'd scour the dusty Plain And a long Chace in open view maintain The glad Ascanius as his Courser guides Spurs through the Vale and these and those outrides His Horses flanks and sides are forc'd to feel The clanking lash and goring of the Steel Impatiently he views the feeble Prey Wishing some Nobler Beast to cross his way And rather wou'd the tusky Boar attend Or see the Lyon from the Hills descend Mean time the gath'ring Clouds obscure the Skies From Pole to Pole the forky Lightning flies The ratling Thunders rowl and Juno pours A wintry Deluge down and founding Show'rs The Company dispers'd to Coverts ride And seek the homely Cotts or Mountains hollow side The rapid Rains descending from the Hills To rowling Torrents raise the creeping Rills The Queen and Prince as Love or Fortune guides One common Cavern in her Bosom hides Then first the trembling Earth the signal gave And flashing Fires enlighten all the Cave Hell from below and Juno from above And howling Nymphs were conscious to their Love From this ill Omend Hour in Time arose Debate and Death and all succeeding woes The Queen whom sense of Honour cou'd not move No longer made a Secret of her Love But call'd it Marriage by that specious Name To veil the Crime and sanctifie the Shame The loud Report through Lybian Cities goes Fame the great Ill from fmall beginnings grows Swift from the first and ev'ry Moment brings New Vigour to her flights new Pinions to her wings Soon grows the Pygmee to Gygantic size Her Feet on Earth her Forehead in the Skies Inrag'd against the Gods revengful Earth Produc'd her last of the Titanian birth Swift is her walk more swift her winged hast A monstrous Fantom horrible and vast As many Plumes as raise her lofty flight So many piercing Eyes inlarge her sight Millions of opening Mouths to Fame belong And ev'ry Mouth is furnish'd with a Tongue And round with listning Ears the flying Plague is hung She fills the peaceful Universe with Cries No Slumbers ever close her wakeful Eyes By Day from lofty Tow'rs her Head she shews And spreads through trembling Crowds disastrous News With Court Informers haunts and Royal Spies Things done relates not done she feigns and mingles Truth with Lyes Talk is her business and her chief delight To tell of Prodigies and cause affright She fills the Peoples Ears with Dido's Name Who lost to Honour and the sense of Shame Admits into her Throne and Nuptial Bed A wandring Guest who from his Country fled Whole days with him she passes in delights And wasts in Luxury long Winter Nights Forgetful of her Fame and Royal Trust Dissolv'd in Ease abandon'd to her Lust The Goddess widely spreads the loud Report And flies at length to King Hyarba's Court. When first possess'd with this unwelcome News Whom did he not of Men and Gods accuse This Prince from ravish'd Garamantis born A hundred Temples did with Spoils adorn In Ammon's Honour his Coelestial Sire A hundred Altars fed with wakeful Fire And through his vast Dominions Priests ordain'd Whose watchful Care these holy Rites maintain'd The Gates and Columns were with Garlands crown'd And Blood of Victim Beasts enrich the Ground He when he heard a Fugitive cou'd move The Tyrian Princess who disdain'd his Love His Breast with Fury burn'd his Eyes with Fire Mad with Despair impatient with Desire Then on the Sacred Altars pouring Wine He thus with Pray'rs implor'd his Sire divine Great Jove propitious to the Moorish Race Who feast on painted Beds with Off'rings grace Thy Temples and adore thy Pow'r Divine With offer'd Victims and with sparkling Wine Seest thou not this or do we fear in vain Thy boasted Thunder and thy thoughtless Reign Do thy broad Hands the forky Lightnings lance Thine are the Bolts or the blind work of Chance A wandring Woman builds within our State A little Town bought at an easie Rate She pays me Homage and my Grants allow A narrow space of Lybian Lands to plough Yet scorning me by Passion blindly led Admits a banish'd Trojan to her Bed And now this other Paris with his Train Of conquer'd Cowards must in Affrick reign Whom what they are their Looks and Garb confess Their Locks with Oil perfum'd their Lydian dress He
Master Skill must now be try'd Arms for a Heroe forge Arms that require Your Force your Speed and all your forming Fire He said They set their former Work aside And their new Toils with eager haste divide A Flood of molten Silver Brass and Gold And deadly Steel in the large Furnace rowl'd Of this their artful Hands a Shield prepare Alone sufficient to sustain the War Sev'n Orbs within a spacious round they close One stirs the Fire and one the Bellows blows The hissing Steel is in the Smithy drown'd The Grot with beaten Anvils groans around By turns their Arms advance in equal time By turns their Hands descend and Hammers chime They turn the glowing Mass with crooked Tongs The fiery Work proceeds with Rustick Songs While at the Lemnian God's Command they urge Their Labours thus and ply th' Eolian Forge The chearful Morn salutes Evander's Eyes And Songs of chirping Birds invite to rise He leaves his lowly Bed his Buskins meet Above his Ankles Sandals sheath his Feet He sets his trusty Sword upon his side And o're his Shoulder throws a Panther's Hide Two Menial Dogs before their Master press'd Thus clad and guarded thus he seeks his Kingly Guest Mindful of promis'd Aid he mends his Pace But meets Aeneas in the middle Space Young Pallas did his Father's Steps attend And true Achates waited on his Friend They join their Hands a secret Seat they chufe Th' Arcadian first their former Talk renews Undaunted Prince I never can believe The Trojan Empire lost while you survive Command th' Assistance of a faithful Friend But feeble are the Succours I can send Our narrow Kingdom here the Tyber bounds That other side the Latian State surrounds Insults our Walls and wastes our fruitful Grounds But mighty Nations I prepare to join Their Arms with yours and aid your just Design You come as by your better Genius sent And Fortune seems to favour your intent Not far from hence there stands a Hilly Town Of ancient Building and of high Renown Torn from the Tuscans by the Lydian Race Who gave the Name of Caere to the Place Once Agyllina call'd It flourish'd long In Pride of Wealth and warlike People strong 'Till curs'd Mezentius in a fatal Hour Assum'd the Crown with Arbitrary Pow'r What Words can paint those execrable Times The Subjects Suff'rings and the Tyrant's Crimes That Blood those Murthers O ye Gods replace On his own Head and on his impious Race The living and the Dead at his Command Were coupled Face to Face and Hand to Hand 'Till choak'd with Stench in loath'd Embraces ty'd The ling'ring Wretches pin'd away and dy'd Thus plung'd in Ills and meditating more The People's Patience tyr'd no longer bore The raging Monster But with Arms beset His House and Vengeance and Destruction threat They fire his Palace While the Flame ascends They force his Guards and execute his Friends He cleaves the Crowd and favour'd by the Night To Turnus's friendly Court directs his flight By just Revenge the Tuscans set on Fire With Arms their King to Punishment require Their num'rous Troops now muster'd on the Strand My Counsel shall submit to your Command Their Navy swarms upon the Coasts They cry To hoist their Anchors but the Gods deny An ancient Augur skill'd in future Fate With these foreboding Words restrains their Hate Ye brave in Arms ye Lydian Blood the Flow'r Of Tuscan Youth and choice of all their Pow'r Whom just Revenge against Mezentius arms To seek your Tyrant's Death by lawful Arms Know this no Native of our Land may lead This pow'rful People Seek a Foreign Head Aw'd with these Words in Camps they still abide And wait with longing Looks their promis'd Guide Tarchon the Tuscan Chief to me has sent Their Crown and ev'ry Regal Ornament The People join their own with his Desire And All my Conduct as their King require But the chill Blood that creeps within my Veins And Age and lifeless Limbs unfit for Pains And a Soul conscious of its own Decay Have forc'd me to refuse Imperial Sway. My Pallas were more fit to mount the Throne And shou'd but he 's a Sabine Mother's Son And half a Native But in you combine A Manly Vigour and a Foreign Line Where Fate and smiling Fortune shew the Way Pursue the ready Path to Sov'raign Sway. The Staff of my declining Days my Son Shall make your good or ill Success his own In fighting Fields from you shall learn to dare And serve the hard Apprentiship of War Your matchless Courage and your Conduct view And early shall begin t' admire and copy you Besides two hundred Horse he shall command Tho' few a warlike and well chosen Band. These in my Name are listed And my Son As many more has added in his own Scarce had he said Achates and his Guest With downcast Eyes their silent Grief exprest Who short of Succours and in deep Despair Shook at the dismal Prospect of the War But his bright Mother from a breaking Cloud To chear her Issue thunder'd thrice aloud Thrice forky Lightning flash'd along the Sky And Tyrrhene Trumpets thrice were heard on high Then gazing up repeated Peals they hear And in a Heav'n serene refulgent Arms appear Red'ning the Skies and glitt'ring all around The temper'd Metals clash and yield a Silver sound The rest stood trembling struck with awe divine Aeneas onely conscious to the Sign Presag'd th' Event and joyful view'd above Th' accomplish'd Promise of the Queen of Love Then to th' Arcadian King This Prodigy Dismiss your Fear belongs alone to me Heav'n calls me to the War Th' expected Sign Is giv'n of promis'd Aid and Arms Divine My Goddess-Mother whose Indulgent Care Foresaw the Dangers of the growing War This Omen gave when Bright Vulcanian Arms Fated from force of Steel by Stygian Charms Suspended shone on high She then foreshow'd Approaching Fights and Fields to float in Blood Turnus shall dearly pay for Faith forsworn And Corps and Swords and Shields on Tyber born Shall choak his Flood Now sound the loud Alarms And Latian Troops prepare your perjur'd Arms. He said and rising from his homely Throne The Solemn Rites of Hercules begun And on his Altars wak'd the sleeping Fires Then chearful to his Household-Gods retires There offers chosen Sheep Th' Arcadian King And Trojan Youth the same Oblations bring Next of his Men and Ships he makes review Draws out the best and ablest of the Crew Down with the falling Stream the Refuse run To raise with joyful News his drooping Son Steeds are prepar'd to mount the Trojan Band Who wait their Leader to the Tyrrhene Land A sprightly Courser fairer than the rest The King himself presents his Royal Guest A Lyons Hide his Back and Limbs infold Precious with studded work and Paws of Gold Fame through the little City spreads aloud Th' intended March amid the fearful Crowd The Matrons beat their Breasts dissolve in Tears And double their Devotion in their Fears The
War at hand appears with more affright And rises ev'ry Moment to the sight Then old Evander with a close embrace Strain'd his departing Friend and Tears o're-flow his Face Wou'd Heav'n said he my strength and youth recall Such as I was beneath Preneste's Wall Then when I made the foremost Foes retire And set whole heaps of conquer'd Shields on Fire When Herilus in single Fight I slew Whom with three lives Feronia did endue And thrice I sent him to the Stygian Shore Till the last Ebbing Soul return'd no more Such if I stood renew'd not these Alarms Nor Death shou'd rend me from my Pallas arms Nor proud Mezentius thus unpunish'd boast His Rapes and Murthers on the Tuscan Coast Ye Gods and mighty Jove in pity bring Relief and hear a Father and a King If Fate and you reserve these Eyes to see My Son return with peace and Victory If the lov'd Boy shall bless his Father's sight If we shall meet again with more delight Then draw my Life in length let me sustain In hopes of his Embrace the worst of Pain But if your hard Decrees which O I dread Have doom'd to death his undeserving head This O this very Moment let me die While Hopes and Fears in equal ballance lye While yet Possest of all his Youthful Charms I strain him close within these Aged Arms Before that fatal news my Soul shall wound He said and swooning sunk upon the ground His Servants bore him off And softly laid His languish'd Limbs upon his homely Bed The Horsemen march the Gates are open'd wide Aeneas at their head Achates by his side Next these the Trojan Leaders rode along Last follows in the Reer th' Arcadian Throng Young Pallas shone conspicuous o're the rest Guilded his Arms Embroider'd was his Vest So from the Seas exerts his radiant head The Star by whom the Lights of Heav'n are led Shakes from his rosie Locks the perly Dews Dispels the darkness and the Day renews The trembling Wives the Walls and Turrets crowd And follow with their Eyes the dusty Cloud Which Winds disperse by fits and shew from far The blaze of Arms and Shields and shining War The Troops drawn up in beautiful Array O're heathy Plains pursue the ready way Repeated peals of showts are heard around The Neighing Coursers answer to the sound And shake with horny Hoofs the solid ground A greenwood Shade for long Religion known Stands by the Streams that wash the Tuscan Town Incompass'd round with gloomy Hills above Which add a holy horrour to the Grove The first Inhabitants of Grecian Blood That sacred Forest to Sylvanus vow'd The Guardian of their Flocks and Fields and pay Their due Devotions on his annual day Not far from hence along the River's side In Tents secure the Tuscan Troops abide By Tarchon led Now from a rising ground Aeneas cast his wond'ring Eyes around And all the Tyrrhene Army had in sight Stretch'd on the spacious Plain from left to right Thether his warlike Train the Trojan led Refresh'd his Men and weary'd Horses fed Mean time the Mother Goddess crown'd with Charms Breaks through the Clouds and brings the fated Arms. Within a winding Vale she finds her Son On the cool Rivers ' Banks retir'd alone She shews her heav'nly Form without disguise And gives her self to his desiring Eyes Behold she said perform'd in ev'ry part My promise made and Vulcan's labour'd Art Now seek secure the Latian Enemy And haughty Turnus to the Field defy She said And having first her Son embrac'd The radiant Arms beneath an Oak she plac'd Proud of the Gift he rowl'd his greedy sight Around the Work and gaz'd with vast delight He lifts he turns he poizes and admires The Crested Helm that vomits radiant Fires His hands the fatal Sword and Corslet hold One keen with temper'd Steel one stiff with Gold Both ample flaming both and beamy bright So shines a Cloud when edg'd with adverse Light He shakes the pointed Spear and longs to try The plated Cuishes on his manly thigh But most admires the Shields Mysterious mould And Roman Triumphs rising on the Gold To Sr. Godfry Kneller Knight Principall Painter to his Majesty AE 8. l. 805 For those emboss'd the Heav'nly Smith had wrought Not in the Rolls of future Fate untaught The Wars in Order and the Race Divine Of Warriors issuing from the Julian Line The Cave of Mars was dress'd with mossy Greens There by the Wolf were laid the Martial Twins Intrepid on her swelling Dugs they hung The foster Dam loll'd out her fawning Tongue They suck'd secure while bending Back her Head She lick'd their tender Limbs and form'd them as they fed Not far from thence new Rome appears with Games Projected for the Rape of Sabine Dames The Pit resounds with Shrieks A War succeeds For breach of Publick Faith and unexampl'd Deeds Here for Revenge the Sabine Troops contend The Romans there with Arms the Prey defend Weary'd with tedious War at length they cease And both the Kings and Kingdoms plight the Peace The friendly Chiefs before Jove's Altar stand Both arm'd with each a Charger in his Hand A fatted Sow for Sacrifice is led With Imprecations on the perjur'd Head Near this the Traytor Metius stretch'd between Four fiery Steeds is dragg'd along the Green By Tullus doom The Brambles drink his Blood And his torn Limbs are left the Vulture's Food There Porsena to Rome proud Tarquin brings And wou'd by Force restore the banish'd Kings One Tyrant for his fellow Tyrant fights The Roman Youth assert their Native Rights Before the Town the Tuscan Army lies To win by Famine or by Fraud surprise Their King half threat'ning half disdaining stood While Cocles broke the Bridge and stem'd the Flood The Captive Maids there tempt the raging Tide Scap'd from their Chains with Clelia for their Guide High on a Rock Heroick Manlius stood To guard the Temple and the Temple's God Then Rome was poor and there you might behold The Palace thatch'd with Straw now roof'd with Gold The Silver Goofe before the shining Gate There flew and by her Cackle sav'd the State She told the Gauls approach Th' approaching Gauls Obscure in Night ascend and seize the Walls The Gold dissembl'd well their yellow Hair And Golden Chains on their white Necks they wear Gold are their Vests Long Alpine Spears they wield And their left Arm sustains a length of Shield Hard by the leaping Salian Priests advance And naked thro' the Streets the mad Luperci dance In Caps of Wool The Targets dropt from Heav'n Here modest Matrons in soft Litters driv'n To pay their Vows in solemn Pomp appear And odorous Gums in their chast Hands they bear Far hence remov'd the Stygian Seats are seen Pains of the damn'd and punish'd Catiline Hung on a Rock the Traytor and around The Furies hissing from the neather Ground Apart from these the happy Souls he draws And Cato's holy Ghost dispensing Laws Betwixt the Quarters flows a Golden Sea But
Aid succeeds Conspicuous on his Horse On either Hand These fight to keep and those to win the Land With mutual Blood th' Ausonian Soil is dy'd While on its Borders each their Claim decide As wint'ry Winds contending in the Sky With equal force of Lungs their Titles try They rage they roar the doubtful rack of Heav'n Stands without Motion and the Tyde undriv'n Each bent to conquer neither side to yield They long suspend the Fortune of the Field Both Armies thus perform what Courage can Foot set to Foot and crowded Man to Man But in another part th' Arcadian Horse With ill Success ingage the Latin Force For where th' impetuous Torrent rushing down Huge craggy Stones and rooted Trees had thrown They left their Coursers and unus'd to Fight On Foot were scatter'd in a shameful flight Pallas who with Disdain and Grief had view'd His Foes pursuing and his Friends pursu'd Us'd Threatnings mix'd with Pray'rs his last Ressource With these to move their Minds with those to fire their Force Which way Companions Whether wou'd you run By you your selves and mighty Battels won By my great Sire by his establish'd Name And early promise of my Future Fame By my Youth emulous of equal Right To share his Honours shun ignoble Flight Trust not your Feet your Hands must hew your way Thro' yon black Body and that thick Array 'T is thro' that forward Path that we must come There lies our Way and that our Passage home Nor Pow'rs above nor Destinies below Oppress our Arms with equal Strength we go With Mortal Hands to meet a Mortal Foe See on what Foot we stand A scanty Shore The Sea behind our Enemies before No Passage left unless we swim the Main Or forcing these the Trojan Trenches gain This said he strode with eager haste along And bore amidst the thickest of the Throng Lagus the first he met with Fate to Foe Had heav'd a Stone of mighty Weight to throw Stooping the Spear descended on his Chine Just where the Bone distinguish'd either Loin It stuck so fast so deeply bury'd lay That scarce the Victor forc'd the Steel away Hisbon came on but while he mov'd too slow To wish'd Revenge the Prince prevents his Blow For warding his at once at once he press'd And plung'd the fatal Weapon in his Breast Then leud Anchemolus he laid in Dust Who stain'd his Stepdam's Bed with impious Lust And after him the Daucian Twins were slain Laris and Thimbrus on the Latian Plain So wond'rous like in Feature Shape and Size As caus'd an Error in their Parents Eyes Grateful Mistake but soon the Sword decides The nice Distinction and their Fate divides For Thimbrus Head was lop'd and Laris Hand Dismember'd sought its Owner on the Strand The trembling Fingers yet the Fauchion strain And threaten still th' intended Stroke in vain Now to renew the Charge th' Arcadians came Sight of such Acts and sense of honest Shame And Grief with Anger mix'd their Minds inflame Then with a casual Blow was Rhaeteus slain Who chanc'd as Pallas threw to cross the Plain The flying Spear was after Ilus sent But Rhaeteus hapen'd on a Death unmeant From Teuthras and from Tyres while he fled The Lance athwart his Body laid him dead Rowl'd from his Chariot with a Mortal Wound And intercepted Fate he spurn'd the Ground As when in Summer welcome Winds arise The watchful Shepherd to the Forest flies And fires the midmost Plants Contagion spreads And catching Flames infect the neighb'ring Heads Around the Forest flies the furious Blast And all the leafie Nation sinks at last And Vulcan rides in Triumph o're the Wast The Pastor pleas'd with his dire Victory Beholds the satiate Flames in Sheets ascend the Sky So Pallas's Troops their scatter'd Strength unite And pouring on their Foes their Prince delight Halesus came fierce with desire of Blood But first collected in his Arms he stood Advancing then he ply'd the Spear so well Ladon Demodocus and Pheres fell Around his Head he toss'd his glitt'ring Brand And from Strimonius hew'd his better Hand Held up to guard his Throat Then hurl'd a Stone At Thoas ample Front and pierc'd the Bone It struck beneath the space of either Eye And Blood and mingled Brains together fly Deep skill'd in future Fates Halesus Sire Did with the Youth to lonely Groves retire But when the Father 's Mortal Race was run Dire Destiny laid hold upon the Son And haul'd him to the War to find beneath Th' Evandrian Spear a memorable Death Pallas th' Encounter seeks but e're he throws To Tuscan Tyber thus address'd his Vows O sacred Stream direct my flying Dart And give to pass the proud Halesus Heart His Arms and Spoils thy holy Oak shall bear Pleas'd with the Bribe the God receiv'd his Pray'r For while his Shield protects a Friend distress'd The Dart came driving on and pierc'd his Breast But Lausus no small portion of the War Permits not Panick Fear to reign too far Caus'd by the Death of so renown'd a Knight But by his own Example chears the Fight Fierce Abas first he slew Abas the stay Of Trojan Hopes and hind'rance of the Day The Phrygian Troops escap'd the Greeks in vain They and their mix'd Allies now load the Plain To the rude shock of War both Armies came Their Leaders equal and their Strength the same The Rear so press'd the Front they cou'd not wield Their angry Weapons to dispute the Field Here Pallas urges on and Lausus there Of equal Youth and Beauty both appear But both by Fate forbid to breath their Native Air. Their Congress in the Field great Jove withstands Both doom'd to fall but fall by greater Hands Mean time Juturna warns the Daunian Chief Of Lausus Danger urging swift Relief With his driv'n Chariot he divides the Crowd And making to his Friends thus calls aloud Let none presume his needless Aid to join Retire and clear the Field the Fight is mine To this right Hand is Pallas only due Oh were his Father here my just Revenge to view From the forbidden Space his Men retir'd Pallas their Awe and his stern Words admir'd Survey'd him o're and o're with wond'ring sight Struck with his haughty Meen and tow'ring Height Then to the King your empty Vaunts forbear Success I hope and Fate I cannot fear Alive or dead I shall deserve a Name Jove is impartial and to both the same He said and to the void advanc'd his Pace Pale Horror sate on each Arcadian Face Then Turnus from his Chariot leaping light Address'd himself on Foot to single Fight And as a Lyon when he spies from far A Bull that seems to meditate the War Bending his Neck and spurning back the Sand Runs roaring downward from his hilly Stand Imagine eager Turnus not more slow To rush from high on his unequal Foe Young Pallas when he saw the Chief advance Within due distance of his flying Lance Prepares to charge him first Resolv'd to try If
sacred Altars touch the Flames And all those Pow'rs attest and all their Names Whatever Chance befall on either Side No term of time this Union shall divide No Force no Fortune shall my Vows unbind Or shake the stedfast Tenour of my Mind Not tho' the circling Seas shou'd break their Bound O'reflow the Shores or sap the solid Ground Not tho' the Lamps of Heav'n their Spheres forsake Hurl'd down and hissing in the neather Lake Ev'n as this Royal Scepter for he bore A Scepter in his Hand shall never more Shoot out in Branches or renew the Birth An Orphan now cut from the Mother Earth By the keen Axe dishonour'd of its Hair And cas'd in Brass for Latian Kings to bear When thus in publick view the Peace was ty'd With solemn Vows and sworn on either side All dues perform'd which holy Rites require The Victim Beasts are slain before the Fire The trembling Entrails from their Bodies torn And to the fatten'd Flames in Chargers born Already the Rutulians deem'd their Man O'rematch'd in Arms before the Fight began First rising Fears are whisper'd thro' the Crowd Then gath'ring sound they murmur more aloud Now side to side they measure with their Eyes The Champions bulk their Sinews and their Sise The nearer they approach the more is known Th' apparent Disadvantage of their own Turnus himself appears in publick sight Conscious of Fate desponding of the Fight Slowly he moves and at his Altar stands With eyes dejected and with trembling hands And while he mutters undistinguish'd Pray'rs A livid deadness in his Cheeks appears With anxious Pleasure when Juturna view'd Th' increasing Fright of the mad Multitude When their short Sighs and thickning Sobs she heard And found their ready Minds for Change prepar'd Dissembling her immortal Form she took Camertus Meen his Habit and his Look A Chief of ancient Blood in Arms well known Was his great Sire and he his greater Son His Shape assum'd amid the Ranks she ran And humouring their first Motions thus began For shame Rutulians can you bear the sight Of one expos'd for all in single Fight Can we before the Face of Heav'n confess Our Courage colder or our Numbers less View all the Trojan Hoast th' Arcadian Band And Tuscan Army count 'em as they stand Undaunted to the Battel if we goe Scarce ev'ry second Man will share a Foe Turnus 't is true in this unequal Strife Shall lose with Honour his devoted Life Or change it rather for immortal Fame Succeeding to the Gods from whence he came But you a servile and inglorious Band For Foreign Lords shall sow your Native Land Those fruitful Fields your fighting Fathers gain'd Which have so long their lazy Sons sustain'd With Words like these she carry'd her Design A rising Murmur runs along the Line Then ev'n the City Troops and Latians tir'd With tedious War seem with new Souls inspir'd Their Champion's Fate with Pity they lament And of the League so lately sworn repent Nor fails the Goddess to foment the Rage With lying Wonders and a false Presage But adds a Sign which present to their Eyes Inspires new Courage and a glad Surprize For sudden in the fiery Tracts above Appears in Pomp th' Imperial Bird of Jove A plump of Fowl he spies that swim the Lakes And o're their Heads his sounding Pinions shakes Then stooping on the fairest of the Train In his strong Tallons truss'd a silver Swan Th' Italians wonder at th' unusual sight But while he lags and labours in his flight Behold the Dastard Fowl return anew And with united force the Foe pursue Clam'rous around the Royal Hawk they fly And thick'ning in a Cloud o'reshade the Sky They cuff they scratch they cross his airy Course Nor can th' incumber'd Bird sustain their Force But vex'd not vanquish'd drops the pond'rous Prey And lighten'd of his Burthen wings his Way Th' Ausonian Bands with Shouts salute the sight Eager of Action and demand the Fight Then King Tolumnius vers'd in Augur's Arts Cries out and thus his boasted Skill imparts At length 't is granted what I long desir'd This this is what my frequent Vows requir'd Ye Gods I take your Omen and obey Advance my Friends and charge I lead the Way These are the Foreign Foes whose impious Band Like that rapacious Bird infest our Land But soon like him they shall be forc'd to Sea By Strength united and forego the Prey Your timely Succour to your Country bring Haste to the Rescue and redeem your King He said And pressing onward thro' the Crew Poiz'd in his lifted Arm his Lance he threw The winged Weapon whistling in the Wind Came driving on nor miss'd the Mark design'd At once the Cornel rattled in the Skies At once tumultuous Shouts and Clamours rise Nine Brothers in a goodly Band there stood Born of Arcadian mix'd with Tuscan Blood Gylippus Sons The fatal Jav'lin flew Aim'd at the midmost of the friendly Crew A Passage thro' the jointed Arms it found Just where the Belt was to the Body bound And struck the gentle Youth extended on the Ground Then fir'd with pious Rage the gen'rous Train Run madly forward to revenge the slain And some with eager haste their Jav'lins throw And some with Sword in hand assault the Foe The wish'd Insult the Latine Troops embrace And meet their Ardour in the middle Space The Trojans Tuscans and Arcadian Line With equal Courage obviate their Design Peace leaves the violated Fields and Hate Both Armies urges to their mutual Fate With impious Haste their Altars are o'return'd The Sacrifice half broil'd and half unburn'd Thick Storms of Steel from either Army fly And Clouds of clashing Darts obscure the Sky Brands from the Fire are missive Weapons made With Chargers Bowls and all the Priestly Trade Latinus frighted hastens from the Fray And bears his unregarded Gods away These on their Horses vault those yoke the Car The rest with Swords on high run headlong to the War Messapus eager to confound the Peace Spurr'd his hot Courser thro' the fighting Preace At King Aulestes by his Purple known A Tuscan Prince and by his Regal Crown And with a Shock encount'ring bore him down Backward he fell and as his Fate design'd The Ruins of an Altar were behind There pitching on his Shoulders and his Head Amid the scatt'ring Fires he lay supinely spread The beamy Spear descending from above His Cuirass pierc'd and thro' his Body drove Then with a scornful Smile the Victor cries The Gods have found a fitter Sacrifice Greedy of Spoils th' Italians strip the dead Of his rich Armour and uncrown his Head Priest Chorinaeus arm'd his better Hand From his own Altar with a blazing Brand And as Ebusus with a thund'ring Pace Advanc'd to Battel dash'd it on his Face His bristly Beard shines out with sudden Fires The crackling Crop a noisom scent expires Following the blow he seiz'd his curling Crown With his left Hand his other cast him down The prostrate Body with
the Princess Anne of Denmark AE 10. l. 1. Thus Jupiter in few unfolds the Charge But lovely Venus thus replies at large O Pow'r immense Eternal Energy For to what else Protection can we fly Seest thou the proud Rutulians how they dare In Fields unpunish'd and insult my Care How lofty Turnus vaunts amidst his Train In shining Arms triumphant on the Plain Ev'n in their Lines and Trenches they contend And scarce their Walls the Trojan Troops defend The Town is fill'd with Slaughter and o'refloats With a red Deluge their increasing Moats Aeneas ignorant and far from thence Has left a Camp expos'd without Defence This endless outrage shall they still sustain Shall Troy renew'd be forc'd and fir'd again A second Siege my banish'd Issue fears And a new Diomede in Arms appears One more audacious Mortal will be found And I thy Daughter wait another Wound Yet if with Fates averse without thy Leave The Latian Lands my Progeny receive Bear they the Pains of violated Law And thy Protection from their Aid withdraw But if the Gods their sure Success foretel If those of Heav'n consent with those of Hell To promise Italy who dare debate The Pow'r of Jove or fix another Fate What shou'd I tell of Tempests on the Main Of Eolus usurping Neptune's Reign Of Iris sent with Bachanalian Heat T' inspire the Matrons and destroy the Fleet. Now Juno to the Stygian Sky descends Sollicites Hell for Aid and arms the Fiends That new Example wanted yet above An Act that well became the Wife of Jove Alecto rais'd by her with Rage inflames The peaceful Bosoms of the Latian Dames Imperial Sway no more exalts my Mind Such hopes I had indeed while Heav'n was kind Now let my happier Foes possess my place Whom Jove prefers before the Trojan Race And conquer they whom you with Conquest grace Since you can spare from all your wide Command No spot of Earth no hospitable Land Which may my wand'ring Fugitives receive Since haughty Juno will not give you leave Then Father if I still may use that Name By ruin'd Troy yet smoking from the Flame I beg you let Ascanius by my Care Be freed from Danger and dismiss'd the War Inglorious let him live without a Crown The Father may be cast on Coasts unknown Strugling with Fate but let me save the Son Mine is Cythera mine the Cyprian Tow'rs In those Recesses and those sacred Bow'rs Obscurely let him rest his Right resign To promis'd Empire and his Julian Line Then Carthage may th' Ausonian Towns destroy Nor fear the Race of a rejected Boy What profits it my Son to scape the Fire Arm'd with his Gods and loaded with his Sire To pass the Perils of the Seas and Wind Evade the Greeks and leave the War behind To reach th' Italian Shores If after all Our second Pergamus is doom'd to fall Much better had he curb'd his high Desires And hover'd o're his ill extinguish'd Fires To Simois Banks the Fugitives restore And give them back to War and all the Woes before Deep indignation swell'd Saturnia's Heart And must I own she said my secret Smart What with more decence were in silence kept And but for this unjust Reproach had slept Did God or Man your Fav'rite Son advise With War unhop'd the Latians to surprise By Fate you boast and by the Gods Decree He left his Native Land for Italy Confess the Truth by mad Cassandra more Than Heav'n inspir'd he sought a foreign Shore Did I perswade to trust his second Troy To the raw Conduct of a beardless Boy With Walls unfinish'd which himself forsakes And thro' the Waves a wand'ring Voyage makes When have I urg'd him meanly to demand The Tuscan Aid and arm a quiet Land Did I or Iris give this mad Advice Or made the Fool himself the fatal Choice You think it hard the Latians shou'd destroy With Swords your Trojans and with Fires your Troy Hard and unjust indeed for Men to draw Their Native Air nor take a foreign Law That Turnus is permitted still to live To whom his Birth a God and Goddess give But yet 't is just and lawful for your Line To drive their Fields and Force with Fraud to join Realms not your own among your Clans divide And from the Bridegroom tear the promis'd Bride Petition while you publick Arms prepare Pretend a Peace and yet provoke a War 'T was giv'n to you your darling Son to shrowd To draw the Dastard from the fighting Crowd And for a Man obtend an empty Cloud From flaming Fleets you turn'd the Fire away And chang'd the Ships to Daughters of the Sea But 't is my Crime the Queen of Heav'n offends If she presume to save her suff'ring Friends Your Son not knowing what his Foes decree You say is absent Absent let him be Yours is Cythera yours the Cyprian Tow'rs The soft Recesses and the Sacred Bow'rs Why do you then these needless Arms prepare And thus provoke a People prone to War Did I with Fire the Trojan Town deface Or hinder from return your exil'd Race Was I the Cause of Mischief or the Man Whose lawless Lust the bloody War began Think on whose Faith th' Adult'rous Youth rely'd Who promis'd who procur'd the Spartan Bride When all th' united States of Greece combin'd To purge the World of the perfidious Kind Then was your time to fear the Trojan Fate Your Quarrels and Complaints are now too late Thus Juno Murmurs rise with mix'd Applause Just as they favour or dislike the Cause So Winds when yet unfledg'd in Woods they lie In whispers first their tender Voices try Then issue on the Main with bellowing rage And Storms to trembling Mariners presage Then thus to both reply'd th' Imperial God Who shakes Heav'ns Axels with his awful Nod. When he begins the silent Senate stand With Rev'rence list'ning to the dread Command The Clouds dispel the Winds their Breath restrain And the hush'd Waves lie flatted on the Main Coelestials Your attentive Ears incline Since said the God the Trojans must not join In wish'd Alliance with the Latian Line Since endless jarrings and immortal Hate Tend but to discompose our happy State The War henceforward be resign'd to Fate Each to his proper Fortune stand or fall Equal and unconcern'd I look on all Rutulians Trojans are the same to me And both shall draw the Lots their Fates decree Let these assault if Fortune be their Friend And if she favours those let those defend The Fates will find their way The Thund'rer said And shook the sacred Honours of his Head Attesting Styx th' Inviolable Flood And the black Regions of his Brother God Trembled the Poles of Heav'n and Earth confess'd the Nod. This end the Sessions had The Senate rise And to his Palace wait their Sov'raign thro' the Skies Mean time intent upon their Siege the Foes Within their Walls the Trojan Hoast inclose They wound they kill they watch at ev'ry Gate Renew the Fires and urge their
Fortune wou'd his want of Force supply And thus to Heav'n and Hercules address'd Alcides once on Earth Evander's Guest His Son adjures you by those Holy Rites That hospitable Board those Genial Nights Assist my great Attempt to gain this Prize And let proud Turnus view with dying Eyes His ravish'd Spoils 'T was heard the vain Request Alcides mourn'd And stifled Sighs within his Breast Then Jove to sooth his Sorrow thus began Short bounds of Life are set to Mortal Man 'T is Vertues work alone to stretch the narrow Span. So many Sons of Gods in bloody Fight Around the Walls of Troy have lost the Light My own Sarpedon fell beneath his Foe Nor I his mighty Sire cou'd ward the Blow Ev'n Turnus shortly shall resign his Breath And stands already on the Verge of Death This said the God permits the fatal Fight But from the Latian Fields averts his sight Now with full Force his Spear young Pallas threw And having thrown his shining Fauchion drew The Steel just graz'd along the Shoulder Joint And mark'd it slightly with the glancing Point Fierce Turnus first to nearer distance drew And poiz'd his pointed Spear before he threw Then as the winged Weapon whiz'd along See now said he whose Arm is better strung The Spear kept on the fatal Course unstay'd By Plates of Ir'n which o're the Shield were laid Thro' folded Brass and tough Bull-hides it pass'd His Corslet pierc'd and reach'd his Heart at last In vain the Youth tugs at the broken Wood The Soul comes issuing with the vital Blood He falls his Arms upon his Body sound And with his bloody Teeth he bites the Ground Turnus bestrode the Corps Arcadians hear Said he my Message to your Master bear Such as the Sire deserv'd the Son I send It costs him dear to be the Phrygians Friend The lifeless Body tell him I bestow Unask'd to please his wand'ring Ghost below He said and trampled down with all the Force Of his left Foot and spurn'd the wretched Corse Then snatch'd the shining Belt with Gold inlaid The Belt Eurytion's artful Hands had made Where fifty fatal Brides express'd to sight All in the compass of one mournful Night Depriv'd their Bridegrooms of returning Light To S r Iohn Leveson Gower of Trentham in Staffordshire Baronet AE 10. l. 690. In an ill Hour insulting Turnus tore Those Golden Spoils and in a worse he wore O Mortals blind in Fate who never know To bear high Fortune or endure the low The Time shall come when Turnus but in vain Shall wish untouch'd the Trophies of the slain Shall wish the fatal Belt were far away And curse the dire Remembrance of the Day The sad Arcadians from th' unhappy Field Bear back the breathless Body on a Shield O Grace and Grief of War at once restor'd With Praises to thy Sire at once deplor'd One Day first sent thee to the fighting Field Beheld whole heaps of Foes in Battel kill'd One Day beheld thee dead and born upon thy Shield This dismal News not from uncertain Fame But sad Spectators to the Heroe came His Friends upon the brink of Ruin stand Unless reliev'd by his victorious Hand He whirls his Sword around without delay And hews through adverse Foes an ample Way To find fierce Turnus of his Conquest proud Evander Pallas all that Friendship ow'd To large Deserts are present to his Eyes His plighted Hand and hospitable Ties Four Sons of Sulmo four whom Ufens bred He took in fight and living Victims led To please the Ghost of Pallas and expire In Sacrifice before his Fun'ral Fire At Magus next he threw He stoop'd below The flying Spear and shun'd the promis'd Blow Then creeping clasp'd the Hero's Knees and pray'd By young Iulus by thy Father's Shade O spare my Life and send me back to see My longing Sire and tender Progeny A lofty House I have and Wealth untold In Silver Ingots and in Bars of Gold All these and Sums besides which see no Day The Ransom of this one poor Life shall pay If I survive shall Troy the less prevail A single Soul 's too light to turn the Scale He said The Heroe sternly thus reply'd Thy Barrs and Ingots and the Sums beside Leave for thy Childrens Lot Thy Turnus broke All Rules of War by one relentless Stroke When Pallas fell So deems nor deems alone My Father's Shadow but my living Son Thus having said of kind Remorse bereft He seiz'd his Helm and drag'd him with his left Then with his right Hand while his Neck he wreath'd Up to the hilts his shining Fauchion sheath'd Apollo's Priest Emonides was near His holy Fillets on his Front appear Glitt'ring in Arms he shone amidst the Crowd Much of his God more of his Purple proud Him the fierce Trojan follow'd thro' the Field The holy Coward fell And forc'd to yield The Prince stood o're the Priest and at one Blow Sent him an Off'ring to the Shades below His Arms Seresthus on his Shoulders bears Design'd a Trophee to the God of Wars Vulcanian Caeculus renews the Fight And Umbro born upon the Mountains Height The Champion chears his Troops t' encounter those And seeks Revenge himself on other Foes At Anxur's Shield he drove and at the Blow Both Shield and Arm to Ground together go Anxur had boasted much of magick Charms And thought he wore impenetrable Arms So made by mutter'd Spells And from the Spheres Had Life secur'd in vain for length of Years Then Tarquitus the Field in Triumph trod A Nymph his Mother and his Sire a God Exulting in bright Arms he braves the Prince With his protended Lance He makes defence Bears back his feeble Foe then pressing on Arrests his better Hand and drags him down Stands o're the prostrate Wretch and as he lay Vain Tales inventing and prepar'd to pray Mows off his Head the Trunk a Moment stood Then sunk and rowl'd along the Sand in Blood The vengeful Victor thus upbraids the slain Lye there proud Man unpity'd on the Plain Lye there inglorious and without a Tomb Far from thy Mother and thy Native Home Expos'd to salvage Beasts and Birds of Prey Or thrown for Food to Monsters of the Sea On Lycas and Antaeus next he ran Two Chiefs of Turnus and who led his Van. They fled for Fear with these he chas'd along Camers the yellow Lock'd and Numa strong Both great in Arms and both were fair and young Camers was Son to Volscens lately slain In Wealth surpassing all the Latian Train And in Amycla fix'd his silent easy Reign And as Aegeon when with Heav'n he strove Stood opposite in Arms to mighty Jove Mov'd all his hundred Hands provok'd the War Defy'd the forky Lightning from afar At fifty Mouths his flaming Breath expires And Flash for Flash returns and Fires for Fires In his right Hand as many Swords he wields And takes the Thunder on as many Shields With Strength like his the Trojan Heroe stood And soon the Fields with
falling Corps were strowd When once his Fauchion found the Taste of Blood With Fury scarce to be conceiv'd he flew Against Niphaeus whom four Coursers drew They when they see the fiery Chief advance And pushing at their Chests his pointed Lance Wheel'd with so swift a Motion mad with Fear They threw their Master headlong from the Chair They stare they start nor stop their Course before They bear the bounding Chariot to the Shore Now Lucagus and Liger scour the Plains With two white Steeds but Liger holds the Reins And Lucagus the lofty Seat maintains Bold Brethren both the former wav'd in Air His flaming Sword Aeneas couch'd his Spear Unus'd to Threats and more unus'd to Fear Then Liger thus Thy Confidence is vain To scape from hence as from the Trojan Plain Nor these the Steeds which Diomede bestrode Nor this the Chariot where Achilles rode Nor Venus's Veil is here nor Neptune's Shield Thy fatal Hour is come and this the Field Thus Liger vainly vaunts The Trojan Peer Return'd his answer with his flying Spear As Lucagus to lash his Horses bends Prone to the Wheels and his left Foot protends Prepar'd for Fight the fatal Dart arrives And thro' the borders of his Buckler drives Pass'd through and pierc'd his Groin the deadly Wound Cast from his Chariot rowl'd him on the Ground Whom thus the Chief upbraids with scornful spight Blame not the slowness of your Steeds in flight Vain Shadows did not force their swift Retreat But you your self forsake your empty Seat He said and seiz'd at once the loosen'd Rein For Liger lay already on the Plain By the same Shock then stretching out his Hands The Recreant thus his wretched Life demands Now by thy self O more than Mortal Man By her and him from whom thy Breath began Who form'd thee thus Divine I beg thee spare This forfeit Life and hear thy Suppliant's Pray'r Thus much he spoke and more he wou'd have said But the stern Heroe turn'd aside his Head And cut him short I hear another Man You talk'd not thus before the Fight began Now take your turn And as a Brother shou'd Attend your Brother to the Stygian Flood Then thro' his Breast his fatal Sword he sent And the Soul issu'd at the bloody Vent As Storms the Skies and Torrents tear the Ground Thus rag'd the Prince and scatter'd Deaths around At length Ascanius and the Trojan Train Broke from the Camp so long besieg'd in vain Mean time the King of Gods and Mortal Man Held Conference with his Queen and thus began My Sister Goddess and well pleasing Wife Still think you Venus's Aid supports the Strife Sustains her Trojans Or themselves alone With inborn Valour force their Fortune on How fierce in Fight with Courage undecay'd Judge if such Warriors want immortal Aid To whom the Goddess with the charming Eyes Soft in her Tone submissively replies Why O my loving Lord whose Frown I fear And cannot unconcern'd your Anger bear Why urge you thus my Grief When if I still As once I was were Mistress of your Will From your Almighty Pow'r your pleasing Wife Might gain the Grace of lengthning Turnus's Life Securely snatch him from the fatal Fight And give him to his aged Father's sight Now let him perish since you hold it good And glut the Trojans with his pious Blood Yet from our Lineage he derives his Name And in the fourth degree from God Pilumnus came Yet he devoutly pays you Rites Divine And offers daily Incense at your Shrine Then shortly thus the Sov'raign God reply'd Since in my Pow'r and Goodness you confide If for a little Space a lengthen'd Span You beg Reprieve for this expiring Man I grant you leave to take your Turnus hence From Instant Fate and can so far dispense But if some secret Meaning lies beneath To save the short-liv'd Youth from destin'd Death Or if a farther Thought you entertain To change the Fates you feed your hopes in vain To whom the Goddess thus with weeping Eyes And what if that Request your Tongue denies Your Heart shou'd grant and not a short Reprieve But length of certain Life to Turnus give Now speedy Death attends the guiltless Youth If my presaging Soul divines with Truth Which O! I wish might err thro' causeless Fears And you for you have Pow'r prolong his Years Thus having said involv'd in Clouds she flies And drives a Storm before her thro' the Skies Swift she descends alighting on the Plain Where the fierce Foes a dubious Fight maintain Of Air condens'd a Spectre soon she made And what Aeneas was such seem'd the Shade Adorn'd with Dardan Arms the Phantom bore His Head aloft a Plumy Crest he wore This Hand appear'd a shining Sword to wield And that sustain'd an imitated Shield With manly Meen He stalk'd along the Ground Nor wanted Voice bely'd nor vaunting Sound Thus haunting Ghosts appear to waking Sight Or dreadful Visions in our Dreams by Night The Spectre seems the Daunian Chief to dare And flourishes his empty Sword in Air At this advancing Turnus hurl'd his Spear The Phantom wheel'd and seem'd to fly for Fear Deluded Turnus thought the Trojan fled And with vain hopes his haughty Fancy fed Whether O Coward thus he calls aloud Nor found he spoke to Wind and chas'd a Cloud Why thus forsake your Bride Receive from me The fated Land you sought so long by Sea He said and brandishing at once his Blade With eager Pace pursu'd the flying Shade By chance a Ship was fasten'd to the Shore Which from old Clusium King Osinius bore The Planks were ready laid for safe ascent For shelter there the trembling Shadow bent And skip'd and sculk'd and under Hatches went Exulting Turnus with regardless haste Ascends the Plank and to the Gally pass'd Scarce had he reach'd the Prow Saturnia's Hand The Haulsers cuts and shoots the Ship from Land With Wind in Poop the Vessel plows the Sea And measures back with speed her former Way Mean time Aeneas seeks his absent Foe And sends his slaughter'd Troops to Shades below The guileful Phantom now forsook the shrowd And flew sublime and vanish'd in a Cloud Too late young Turnus the Delusion found Far on the Sea still making from the Ground Then thankless for a Life redeem'd by Shame With sense of Honour stung and forfeit Fame Fearful besides of what in Fight had pass'd His Hands and hagger'd Eyes to Heav'n he cast O Jove he cry'd for what Offence have I Deserv'd to bear this endless Infamy Whence am I forc'd and whether am I born How and with what Reproach shall I return Shall ever I behold the Latian Plain Or see Laurentum's lofty Tow'rs again What will they say of their deserting Chief The War was mine I fly from their Relief I led to Slaughter and in Slaughter leave And ev'n from hence their dying Groans receive Here over-match'd in Fight in heaps they lye There scatter'd o're the Fields ignobly fly Gape wide O Earth and draw