rushes was And moores where none but with bare legs could passe Those moores were drein'd and to their banks confin'd But still this custome to this place is joyn'd She ended Farewell good old soul said I Maist thou spend all thy old dayes merrily Some other things in youth I learn'd long since Which must not be pass'd by in negligence Dardanian Ilus richly stor'd in all The Asian wealth had newly rais'd his wall Lo arm'd Minerva's statue falling down From heaven was seen and pitch'd on Ilium-town I went and view'd her shrine and temple well Poore reliques there Her self at Rome doth dwell They went to Smintheus in his grove obscure Who did return this answer true and sure Keep this Palladium and you keep your wall Wheres'e're she goes she carries state and all King Ilus clos'd her in a Tower This care The next to him Laomedon did heir King Priam kept her little 'T was thy will Great Queen since Paris dealt by thee so ill Now whether good Aeneas gain'd her than Or Diomede or that slie Ithacan Who-ever wonne her she is now Romes prize In Vesta's guard who all things alwayes eyes Oh in what plight was Rome when Vesta burn'd And all her house was almost overturn'd Pure fires and vulgar lights confus'd did raise And flames prophane with flames divine did blaze Her Nuus and Servants all in scatter'd hair Wept sorely robb'd of strength and heart by fear Metellus flies among them Help cries he O help and quickly Tears no ayd can be Run quickly fetch those fatall things away Your hands not sighs must do the deed I say O heavens d' ye stand Them in a stam he sees And in amazement fall'n upon their knees Fair water dash'd with heav'd hands Gods O scan My venture well though not allow'd a man Be it a crime let vengeance fall on me And by my life and bloud let Rome be free Thus breaks he in The Pow'rs preserved by This dutious act approv'd their Pontifie Now happily in Caesars name this day Her fires shine pure and so shall do for ay No Nun her sacred Chastity shall stain Nor be alive interred in his reigne So dyes th' incestuous clos'd in th' Earth which she Hath wrong'd for one the Earth and Vesta be Then Brutus sword embrew'd the sands of Spain And gain'd his title from Calecians slain But yet sometimes sad haps the glad annoy Poore mortalls seldome pure delights enjoy His Sonne and Eagles Crassus lost beside Euphrates banks and last himself too dy'd Why vaunt'st thou Parthian Vesta said thou shall Return our signes and rue for Crassus fall But when the Asses gaity is gone And he in 's corn-task walks about the stone That day deceas'd the Pilote on the poop At night doth shew the Dolphine's twinkling troop Now Lucifer sets ope the Eastern gate And Tithone mourns to leave his youthfull mate Good wives to your Matralian feasts away And to the Thebane Queen your white gifts pay A stately Court surnamed from the Neal Joyns to the woodden bridge and Circus great Upon this day they say King Servius gave A Temple sacred to Matuta grave What Goddesse she is why no maids sh ' admits Into her chapell and bak'd wafers eats Brow-ivy'd Bacchus guide my sail if she Whose rites I sing be of thy familie Fond Semele in Joves embraces boyl'd Kind Ino takes and nurses up her child Vex'd Juno swell'd that she the Strumpet gone Should nurse her brat yet 't was her sisters sonne Straight Athamas runs mad and piece-meal tears Learchus who a Lions whelp appears Poore Ino buries her Learchus torn And payes all duties to his dolefull urn She runs with mourning locks about her ears And Melicerta from his cradle tears There is a narrow neck of land divides Two seas and curbs the billows on both sides Hither with Sonne in frantick arms comes she And from a rock rush'd headlong into sea Nymph Panope with all her sister-train Her gently latch'd and bare her through the main Both came to Tyburs wallowing mouth e're he Palemon was or she Leucothoe There is a grove 't was Bacchus Priests 't is fam'd Or Semele or Stimele 't is nam'd There Ino learn'd th' Arcadians till the land And King Evander did the realm command But Juno coming in an old wives dresse With subtile words provokes the Bacchides O simple souls O senselesse folk and blind D' ye take this vagrant huzzie for your friend She comes to circumvent and pry into you Believe 't she 's hir'd some mischief for to do you Scarce had she done the Thyads all their hair About their backs with howlings fill the air On Ino rush they and would kill her sonne The yet-not-'quainted Gods she calls upon Help Gods or Men a dolefull mother aid A noise to Aventine this out-cry made Perchance Alcides with his Spanish beasts Not farre off heard and to the noise doth presse At sight of whom those that began the fray Began the flight and frightfull ran away He knew her well What Bacchus Aunt said he What mak'st thou here art thou like-vex'd with me Part tells she part the presence of her sonne With-held She 's sham'd for those mad tricks were done Swift-pinion'd Fame upon her wings is rais'd And Ino's name about the countrey blaz'd Anon to kind Carmentis peacefull seat She came where first she was refresh'd with meat The Holy woman made a fire in hast And bak'd a bisket for her quick repast Hence in her Matrals bake they biskets dry No art pleas'd her like that tight houswifry Now shew my fate said she O Queen divine And adde this favour to the rest of thine Forthwith the Queen with heavenly vigour fill'd By force of sacred inspiration swell'd Scarce could a quick eye know her at first view So much more large and more divine she grew Good news cries she Joy Ino joy thy labour Is ended all Our kingdome begs thy favour Thou and thy sonne two Sea-Gods now shall make And on our streams another name shall take Greece thee shall call Leucothoe in our land Matuta nam'd Thy sonne shall Ports command By us Portunus but Palaemon styl'd In his own tongue O let us find you mild Truth tries her words Both laid aside their name And travels both Sea-Deities became You ask why she admits no maids 'T is hate Whose reason by her leave I will relate False Athamas her husband secretly Did love her maid and oft adultery With her committed And from her he found His wife had scorch'd the seeds within the ground Though she deny'd it fame divulg'd it true For this cause she doth maid-servants eschew Yet doth no good-wife for her own child pray Her self no happy mother was they say Anothers child may better be commended She Bacchus better then her own befriended She told Rutilius that upon her day The Marsian foe should him the Consul slay Th' event approves her words a truth The floud Of Thelon swell'd in purple streams of bloud On that
prey recover'd wonne Return'd he draws from spits the hissing meat Quoth he Let none but those that conquer'd eat Thus did the Fabii too Quirinus there Came now devoyd and spies the boards all bare He laughs yet griev'd that Remus Fabii Should winne the game not his Quintilii The fame continues they all naked race And he that got the day hath got the grace But why and for what cause perhaps you 'l say Do we Lupercal call that place and day Nun Sylvia at one birth two God-got twinnes Brought forth her uncle then the Countrey 's Prince He charg'd his men i' th' river them to drown O spare what mean'st thou Romulus is one Th' unwilling men obey the tragick King And th' infants to the place they weeping bring Then Albula from Tyberine there drown'd Call'd Tyber since had overflown the ground Here where now streets are and the valleys low Of th' ample Circus cock-boats then did row Being hither come nor could they further go In bitter grief thus burst forth one or two Alas how fair ah me how like they be Yet this of both the perkest is to see If that the face the pedigree may shew Vnlesse I misse a God is one of you Yet were a God the authour of your race He sure would help in such a desp'rate case Your mother would but help her self doth need One day made mother and unmothered True twinnes in birth and death together drown In this sad stream He ceas'd and laid them down Both cry'd alike as if they knew their wo. These to their homes with watry cheeks do go A rush-boat on the top the babes upholds O how much fate that little cratch enfolds The boat by littles floting to the wood The floud decreasing pitch'd upon the mud A fig-tree stood the stump remains this day Then Rumina but now call'd Romula To these poore Barns there comes a she-wolf wild Most strange a wild beast should not hurt a child Yet that was nothing she assists and nurses Those whom their kindred to their death enforces She stands and fawns upon the nuddling twins And with her tongue licks o're their tender skins Mars-got you 'l say They boldly draw the teat And so are nourish'd with unhop'd-for meat The Wolf that place that place Lupercals nam'd She for her nurs'ry well is paid she 's fam'd Some draw Lupercal from th' Arcadian hill Where Pan Lyceus hath a chapell still Good wife leave craving neither charms nor vows Nor herbs can make thee mother of thy house Take patiently stripes from the fruitfull hand Thy father then shall be a father grand For 't was that time whenas their issues rare Good wives with sad tormenting pangs did bear My rape of Sabine maids was all in vain Cry'd Romulus This hapned in his reigne If from my wrong not strength but strife is grown I had farre better let those Dames alone A wood there grew to Juno's power divine An ages growth beneath mount Esquiline Both men and women all convented hither Right humbly fall down on their knees together Lo suddenly the tops of trees did quake And in her grove strange things the Goddesse spake Ye Latine Dames cries she apply a Goat All stood amaz'd at that ambiguous note There was a Soothsayer time conceals his name Who newly banish'd from Hetruria came He kills a goat the women as was will'd To th' goat-thong-lashes their bare backs did yield Ten times the Moon her waned light did gather The wife 's a mother and the man a father Thanks O Lucina thee thy grove thus styl'd Or ' cause thou first giv'st light to every child O spare Lucine and when wives bellies swell Bring their ripe burden eas'ly forth and well When day appears trust thou the winds no more That season hath deceitfull bin before The wind 's not certain and for full six dayes King Aeolus his castle-gate displayes Aquarius with his stooping pitcher now Falls off and Phoebus makes the Fishes glow He and his brother for joynt-stars they shine Bare on their backs they say two Pow'rs divine Dione flying terrible Typhone When Jove wag'd warre for heavens imperiall throne Comes to Euphrates with her little sonne And on the banks of Palestine sits down Tall canes and poplars on the margent grew And sallows hopes of her concealment shew There hid the trees did rustle in the wind She pale with fear suppos'd her foes behind And in her bosome culling her young sonne Cry'd Nymphs O aid two Deities undone Thus leaps she in these Fishes her did bear For which in heaven now deifi'd they are Hence Syrians hate to eat that kind of Fishes Nor is it fit to make their Gods their dishes Next day is void Quirinus he doth hold The third whose name was Romulus of old Either because the Sabines old that spear Did Quiris call which him to heaven did rear Or his Quirites styl'd him thus their King Or cause the Curets he to Rome did bring For when God Mars beheld new walls to stand And great acts done by Romulus his hand Great Jove sayes he the Romanes pow'rfull are And my own bloud hath in their deeds a share Let me enjoy one Sonne the other's dead Stand he in 's own and in his brothers stead You promis'd me one of those brothers you Would raise to heaven Be Joves word ever true Jove gave a grant and with his beckon shak'd Both Poles tall Atlas with his burden quak'd There is a place call'd Caprean lake of old There Romulus then chanc'd a court to hold About sunne-set grosse clouds heavens face withdrew A showring storm doth instantly ensue It thunder'd lightning cracks the heavens All flie The King on 's fathers horses mounts the skie The Lords all mourn for his supposed slaughter Which thought perhaps might have remain'd long after But Julius Procul from long Alba came The Moon-light scorn'd the use of torches flame Lo suddenly the left-hand-hedges quake He with his hairs turn'd bolt-upright starts back Quirinus larger then a man and fair In 's Consuls robe doth in the path appear Bid my Quirites not to mourn for me Their tears quoth he disgrace my Deitie Bring pious spice and Romulus adore And practice prowesse with the Romane lore This charg'd he vanish'd into gloomy aire He calls a court and doth his charge declare They build his temple give the hill his name And on set dayes adore him in the same Now learn thou why this day they also call Fools-holy-day the reason 's apt though small There were no skilfull husbandmen of old Our sturdy fathers toilsome warres did hold The sword was then in more request then plow Grounds unmanur'd small profit did allow Yet did our ancients sow and mow some barley Of barley Ceres had her first-fruits early This on their hearths to mend the tast they dri'd In which much losse for want of skill they bide For sometimes they sweep up dead coals for corn Sometimes the fire their cottages did burn Hence
and two Poles or Hyades Did know in those times or old Atlas Pleiades Who had the Bears Charls-wain or Dogs-tail spi'd This Sidon's Pilote that the Grecians guide That Cynthia's chariot in a month doth run Those signes which all the yeare do task the Sunne Throughout the yeare startes notelesse rac'd and free Yet men were conscious of Divinity For signes of starres the signes of warres did they Regard whose losse was shame and great dismay Which though of hay yet made as great a show And were as dreadfull as our Eagles now They hung in bottles on a pole huge tall From whence our souldiers by that name we call Thus learning-void and rude Antiquity Did make their Lustres ten months lesse then we Ten courses of the Moon a yeare was then Men much accounted of the number Ten Either because we with ten fingers tell Or ' cause ten months a womans womb doth swell Or else because our digits reach to ten From whence our number is begun agen Thence Romulus did rank his centuries By tens Ten Pikemen to a rank did rise The Pileman and the Generall ten bands And he that did on horse-back serve commands Ten companies he gave the Tatians Ten to the Ramnes ten the Lucerans This usuall number kept he in his yeare Which time a widow mourning-weeds did wear And that this month all question to remove Was first of old plain arguments shall prove The Flamens laurel hang'd up all yeare long Is now tane down and fresh boughs up are hung The Royall Court is deck'd with Bay-boughs green The like before the Old-Court-Gate is seen The old dry Bayes from Vesta's Trojane fire Are pull'd and now she 's prank'd in green attire Besides fresh fuel in her inward shrine Is kindled and the fire renew'd doth shine 'T is no weak proof that th' old yeare here began In that we now adore Perennall Anne This month our Ancients chose their officers Untill the perjur'd Carthaginian's warres In fine the fifth month hence we Quintil call Hence have the rest their numbers titles all Pompilius first from Sabine confines brought To Rome the errour of two months found out Whether by that twice-born Pythagoras Or from Aegeria thus inform'd he was Yet after him times still erroneous were Untill reform'd by Cesars skilfull care That God the authour of so great a race Did not account this task for him too base But study'd to acquaint himself with heaven And know that Court to him by promise given He by exact accounts Day 's golden King In his just time to every Signe did bring His yeare had dayes three hundred sixty five And to the Leap-yeare one day more did give Which piec'd-up day must to the Lustre come This is the yeare 's exactest count and summe If Poets may as fame abroad doth give Some private notions from the Gods receive Mars tell me why thy feasts observed are By Wives when thou art all for manly warre As thus I spake Mars laid aside his shield But in his right hand still a javelin held Lo I the God of Warre to Peace's gown Now first invited march to tents unknown Nor think I much some time here to bestow Lest Pallas think she onely this can do Thou studious Prophet of the Romane yeare Learn thy desire and these my sayings heare Rome's elements were at the first but small Yet had that small great hopes of this great wall Those walls for Founders were too large a room But yet too strait for Citizens to come Ask you where stood my Nephews Court of old That thatch there made of straw and reed behold On locks of hay he laid his sleeping head Yet heaven he mounted from that strawy bed And now the Romanes name was spread and gone Beyond his place nor had he wife or sonne The fruitfull neighbours my poore race did flout And I ill authour of a stock was thought In dwelling in plain stalls in tilling ground And feeding sheep more hurt then good was found Both birds and beasts do couple with their make Engendring fellows hath the basest snake In other lands each man enjoyes his woman But none there be to marry with the Romane I griev'd and with my spirit endu'd my sonne Cease pray'rs said I it must with arms be done Keep Consus feast that day in which his feast You solemnize he will suggest the rest The Curets and the rest rose up in storms Then first the father ' gainst the sonne took arms Now were the ravish'd almost mothers made The kindred-battel still is long delaid The wives assembled all to Juno's Fane To whom my daughter boldly thus began My ravish'd Mates 't is all our case behold We can no longer piously be cold The battel 's pitch'd Now choose for whom ye'll pray That side our fathers this our husbands fray We now must widows or else orphans live To you I 'll good and noble counsel give They took her counsel and their hairs let down And mournfull bodies clad in mourning gown Now stood the bands resolv'd for arms and harms Expecting signalls of the trump's alarms The wives came running with their babies dear Cull'd in their arms amid the armies there So soon as e're they came amid the field With locks all torn and scatter'd down they kneel'd The babes as sensible with moving cries Held out their little arms to grandsires eyes All those that could cri'd Ave presently Those that could not their mothers forc'd to crie Down fell their arms and anger and their swords Put up they all shook hands in kind accords Each hugg'd his daughter and his grandchild held Upon his shield the sweetest use of shield Thence Sabine wives no small advantage challenge To keep a day to me on my first Calends Because on naked swords they venturing Themselves our warres to friendly peace did bring Or ' cause Nun Ilia mother'd was by me The Mothers honour my solemnitie Or ' cause I hill Winter now takes his farewell And Sols warm beams the languish'd snow expell Frost-barbed trees their opening leaves renew The widow'd vine-branch pearly buds doth shew The thrifty herb within the ground long pent Into the aire now finds a private vent Now frolick cattel breed and fields all yield And birds on boughs their fost'ring nests do build Good cause have Wives who vows and vigour spend Upon their young my pregnant times to tend Besides on that hill where that Sonne of mine Kept Excubies thence called Esquiline The Latine wives this day or I mistake A publick temple did to Juno make In brief and not to load thy memorie With many words the plainest reason see My Mother loves them therefore they frequent me This pious cause doth most of all content me Bring flow'rs ye Dames with flow'rs fresh garlands make In flow'rs your Goddesse great delight doth take Say Thou Lucine giv'st light to all our eyes Thou help'st the woman that in travail lies But let the big with loos'ned tresses pray So may her child
barbed fields did yield Three vintages had fuming hogsheads fill'd Poore Anna is expell'd and weeping flies Her Sister's walls first payes her obsequies The ashes soft drink up her oyl mix'd-tears And entertein her sacrificed hairs Thrice did she kisse the urn thrice cry'd Farewell Her Sister seem'd to her as sensible A ship and mates tane up she fails on clear Those walls review'd her Sisters fabrick dear Neare lean Cosyra lies a fertil seat Isle Melite which Libyan surges beat There Battus reign'd whose stores much wealth did fill Here pitch'd she trusting in his old good will Who hearing of these Sisters fates This land Said he what-ever is at thy command And this had lasted to the utmost houre Had he not fear'd Pygmalions armed power Twice through the Zodiack Sol had run his race She now must seek another exile-place Her brother arm'd there claims her Battus he Abhorring warres and weak said Scape thou free Her ship she yields to wind and sea in flight No sea so cruel as her brothers spite Near stony Cratis fishie rivers lies A little ground there called Cameres To this their ship was bound And now they came Within nine furlongs of their wished aim Sails struck they sally in uncertain gales Fall cries the Pilote to your oars for sails And while to hale their tackling down they hast Their ship is smitten with a thwarting blast In spite of Pilote's pow'r or skill it flies Into the main the shore forsakes their eyes Up start the waves and up-side down they wallow The leaking keel the foming streams doth swallow Winds Non-plus Art The Pilote now is prest To use for rudder pray'rs with all the rest The Tyrian Exul wanders up and down The wayes her apron o're her moist eyes thrown That time first Dido and all those that were Intomb'd in earth were Happy call'd by her The ship is hurry'd to the Latine ground And all aland is swallow'd up and drown'd Now good Aeneas with his Wife and throne Had well increas'd and made two peoples one Whiles with Achates on his land desir'd He walked barefoot in a path retir'd He spies Anne wandring nor could think 't was she What cause should bring her into Italie While thus he mus'd 'T is Anne Achates cries She at her name lifts up her mournfull eyes Oh! should she flie or how what cave at hand Before her eyes her Sisters fate doth stand She known the Lord accosts her in her fears Yet at the thought of Dido's death sheds tears Anne I protest by this land which of late Thou oft didst heare was given me by kind fate By my associate Gods upon this bay New plac'd they often chid my slow delay Nor could I dream that death pursu'd her grief Ah me her courage was beyond belief Relate thou nothing Those unworthy wounds I saw whenas I walk'd the Stygian bounds But thou did Will or Fortune thee here bord Partake of all my kingdome can afford Much thou the utmost Dido's merits make Welcome for thine and for thy Sisters sake To his kind love nor comfort had she else She yields her self and all her fortune tells The Court now entred in her Tyrian weeds The rest all whist Aeneas thus proceeds Just cause have I sweet wife to bring to thee This Queen in shipwrack she relieved me A Tyrian born Her walls in Libya were I pray affect her as a Sister dear Lavinia promis'd and her forged wound In secret lodg'd her jealousie doth drownd And seeing tokens sent before her eyes She more suspects in subtile secrecies Still vex'd with doubt she hates her like a fiend And plots how with revenge to work her end At night lo Dido with besoiled hairs Before Ann's bed all smear'd with bloud appears Flie Sister use this sullen house no more Fear not Thus speaking th' aire did turn the doore Up starts she and as nimbly as she could Leaps down the window low fear made her bold And wing'd with terrour in her tuck'd-up coat Runs like a roe that hears the wolf's hoarce note Whom horny-brow'd Numicius it is said Catch'd up in 's stream and to his spring convey'd Next day lost Anne with calls and cries each-where Is sought th' impression of her feet appear Come to the banks her footsteps there are seen The conscious stream his murmuring noise held in She seem'd to speak Numicius Nymph I live here Perennall Anne of this Perennall River Straight feast they in those wandred fields with joy And tippling chear their spirits and the day Some think her Luna of whose months yeares grow Some say she 's Themis some th' Inachian Cow Some one of Atlas daughters her would prove And that she first gave food to sucking Jove Besides a story I have read which you Shall heare rehears'd nor doth it seem untrue Th' old Commons once without their Tribunes still Fled and so pitch'd upon the Holy hill Now was their meat and usefull corn all spent Which they had carry'd when they thither went An old wife Anne liv'd in a suburb-stall A thrifty houswife though her means were small She in a hood her gray hairs having dress'd Made countrey-Cymnels with her palsie-fist And dealt each day her dole to all men there Hot from the oven wherewith refresh'd they were Peace made at home the people did erect her For this kind office a Perennall picture Now heare the reason why the maids in throngs Between themselves sing certain wanton songs Mars comes to Anne a Goddesse newly made And taking her aside thus to her said My month thee worships my own times I 've joyn'd To thine great hopes on thy good will I bind I King of Warres with Pallas Warres great Queen Am fall'n in love and long inflam'd have been Kind Soul this office well becomes thee see If thou canst win my mate to wed to me With promise feign'd she yields to what he sayes And feeds his foolish hopes with long delayes At length he urg'd W' have done 't she 's won cries she And much ado hath given her hand to me He credulous his chamber beautifi'd Anne veil'd is led in like a youthfull bride About to kisse her Anne he doth descry Both shame and anger do his visage dye Deare Pallas Sweet-heart this fresh-Goddesse gull'd No action better please Dame Venus could For this old jests and songs obscene they chaunt Her jest on that great God is now her vaunt I thought t' have pass'd the Emperours Murder by When from her hearth thus Vesta did apply Fear not to mention it he was my Priest Those sacrilegious arms did me arrest I caught him thence and left his picture bare 'T was Caesars shape those weapons dire did tear He plac'd in heaven admires Jove's Court of gold And in the Great Street doth a temple hold But those who dar'd against the Gods and did That act defil'd his Pontificiall head Just death rewards them Let Philippi shew And those whose scattered bones the ground do strew 'T was Caesars
basket fire This countrey-Dame that meat doth much desire Then adde the Milk-bowl with her cates and pray To her presenting luke-warm milk and say Great Queen for ay both Sheep and Shepherds shield Be all offenses from our stalls expell'd If under holy trees I 've laid my head If flocks on holy ground or graves have fed Or enter'd groves divine if that cur eye Have made the Goat-foot-God or Nymphs to flie If that my hook your groves of boughs bereaves To feed my sick sheep with a trusse of leaves Forgive the crime and when it hails my croud Admit with me into Pan's caves to shroud Forgive O Nymphs if we your fountains sweet Have troubled or our cattel with their feet Dear Queen thou all the Fountains with their Powers For us appease with Gods of grovy Bowers Nor Nymphs nor Cynthia in her cistern play Let us not see nor Pan in fields all day Let men and beasts be hail and freed from griefs Preserve our dogs that us preserve from thiefs Let 's not at even bring tale uneven with morn Nor sadly shew the skins of cattel torn Keep off base Dearth let grasse and trees spring fresh And springs of water both to drink and wash Let kine give milk milk cheese and cheese good coin Let wholesome whey through osier-cheese-bowls drain Let rams be frolick and the ews their seed In time bring forth and many young lambs breed All yield full fleeces work not harsh but fine For maids and pliant to the fingers twine Grant these our pray'rs and we will every yeare To thee the Queen of Shepherds make this chear Thus pray And turn'd to th' East four times this matter Repeat then wash thy hands in fresh spring-water Then in a beaker or a milk-dish for it Carouse milk mingled with decocted claret Then o're the crackling stubble at the last Your sturdy bodies in a quick leap cast The manner 's told th' originall remains Whose number troubles and our work deteins Fire is a purger it refines each metall Therefore may purge the Shepherd with his cattel For since all things have two contrary seeds The Fire and Water whence each compound breeds These Simples Fire and Water Fathers old The best purgations for our bodies hold Or ' cause these are the very grounds of life The exuls losse the portion of the wife I scarce believe 't Some think there 's understood The fire of Phaethon and Deucalion's floud Some say a Shepherd striking of a flint Perceiv'd some sudden seeds of fire within 't The first spark dy'd the next doth tinder take This th' argument of Pales fire they make Or from Aeneas to whose flight the flame Did give a harmlesse way this custome came This is the likelier Rome now rais'd the King Commands his Gods to their new seats to bring The Shepherds all in their new transmigrations Set fire upon their old thatch'd habitations Then with their flocks they all leap'd through the lay Which still is acted on Romes natall day Mere chance to Romes first birth me now doth bring Quirinus favour while thy deeds I sing Amulius bloud his tyrants score had paid The crue of shepherds now two Lords obey'd They both agreed into one town to call The Boores but argu'd who should build the wall Sayes Romulus What need this strife or words Birds will direct us let 's consult with birds Agreed To grovy Palatine he climbs And he the top of Aventine betimes Six Remus spies his Brother twelve he yields And Romulus at his election builds A day is chose to furrow out the wall They worship Pales and to work they fall Down to the firm ground do they dig a ditch Then cast in corn From neighbouring lands they fetch Earth to fill 't up and on the fill'd ditch raise An altar and there make a fresh fire blaze Thence with a dike he marks the wall The plow Is carry'd by a snow-white Ox and Cow Jove prosper our designe the King thus pray'd Thou father Mars and mother Vesta ayd And all ye Gods on whom I ought to call With all your favours let me raise this wall Be this the Lady of the world for ay Both to the rising and the setting day Thus pray'd the King Jove prosp'rously reply'd From heaven with thunder on the left-hand-side All joy'd at th' omen their foundation laid And in short time a perk new wall is made The King appoints S r Celer t' oversee The work Sr Celer have a care saith he That no man o're the wall or ditch doth passe Who-ever dares it knock him down i' th' place This Remus knew not but the walls so low Begins to flout Will these keep out the foe Straight leaps he over Celer knocks him down He in his bloud falls headlong with a grone This news the King soon as it touch'd his ears Wounds to the soul He swallows bosome-tears And shrines his sorrow for his honour's sake Such leaps cries he let all our foes here take Yet at his exequies he could not choose But weep imprison'd piety breaks loose He kiss'd the herse whereon his body lies Adieu dear brother to my wo he cries Then mournfull Acca in her loose attire With Faustulus anoint him for the fire The youth not yet enstall'd Quirites mourn The wept-o're pile is lastly fir'd to burn The City 's built O who would then have dream'd She e're should trample o're the whole world tam'd Reigne ever under our victorious Caesar Of this great title still reserve a treasure And while thou stand'st above the world extoll'd Beneath thy skirts the Earth subjected hold I 've done with Pales Now Vinalia I 'll sing Yet 'twixt the twain there is one day All common harlots Venus now adore She furthers your Professions gain the more With incense fum'd ask beauty all mens love Alluring gestures and quaint jests to move Give water-Mint and Myrtle to your Queen With weaves of Roses ty'd with rush-films green Her Chapell next Collina's portall fill Which takes its name from th' old Sicilian hill Mark Claudius Arethusian Syracuse And Eryx mountain both in warre subdues Then Venus by the aged Sibylls verse Was brought to her Sonne 's land which she preferres Why then you ask call we Vinalia This Venus-feast and why is it Joves day Prince Turnus and Aeneas for a Maid Made warres Young Turnus seeks th' Etruscane aid Mezentius was a warriour of great note On horse-back furious but more fierce on foot Whom Turnus with his Rutuls to their side Intreat The Tuscane Captain thus repli'd These wounds and arms oft dy'd in my own bloud Can witnesse Prowesse me some price hath stood Petitioners no great reward I ask But half your vintage in the next years cask We 'll straight to work The conquest 's ours get you But wine The foe shall our agreement rue The Rutuls yield Mezentius is array'd So is Aeneas and to Jove thus pray'd Our foes have vow'd their wines to th' Tyrrhene King Jove wine to
same day the next yeare Didius slain The hostile Tropheys did augment again Thine Fortune is this day this place this Founder But who 's that statue wrapt up in a gown there 'T is Servius sure But why he 's wrapt about My self and divers make a severall doubt Queen Fortune deeply taken with this King She us'd her eyes it seem'd in this one thing Was now asham'd of her adultery That she a Goddesse with a Man should lye By night to him she through a window came From whence an Entry we Fenestra name Now she repents and in a mantle veils His regall person so belov'd yerwhiles Some give this cause The common-wealth was all Confus'd in grief for good King Tullus fall Their tears were boundlesse wnich his pictures sight Did still augment till they had cover'd it I must more amply this last reason sing But we will keep our steeds within the ring Young Tullia marry'd in the base reward Of wickednesse thus urg'd her husband hard To what end joyn'd we in our kindreds murder To live like innocents in this good order My Husband and thy Wife might still have liv'd Were there no further act to be atchiev'd My Fathers Crown and head are both thy dower If th' art a man claim that indebted power Crimes are for Kings Cut off my Father take His crown His bloud these hands shall ruddy make Thus egg'd by her he seizes privately The Throne To arms th' amazed Commons flie Now bloud and slaughter rule Weak age is fain To yield and Tarquines violence doth reigne Beneath Esquiliae where his palace stood Was Servius slain and wallow'd in his bloud She in a coach t' her Fathers Court doth ride In publick puff'd with cruelty and pride The coach-man seeing his dead carkasse holds The rein with tears At whom she raves and scolds Drive or I 'll pay you for your foolish zeal Run o're I say his carkasse with the wheel This is most true That street from this hath got The title wicked an eternall blot Yet she her Fathers monument did dare To enter Truths though wondrous I declare Sage Tullus statue on a throne was fram'd He clapp'd his hands before his eyes 't is fam'd A voice was heard O hide our eyes lest we Our wicked daughters odious face should see He 's mantled Fortune in her Temple spake Forbidding them this mantle off to take When Servius garment off his head is taken That day will shew the shame of him forsaken Forbear good Wives to touch his vestiment Let nothing but your solemn prayers be sent Let him be ever clad in Romane gown Who was the sixth King in the Romane town This Temple fir'd the flames would not come near His seat Sure Vulcane did his Sonne forbear For he from Vulcane issued and from The fair Ocrisia of Corniculum Whom Tanaquil bade poure the wine upon The gaudy fires when sacrifice was done Amid the hearth a mans yard forth did spring In shew or rather 't was a reall thing With this Ocrisia coupled from which deed King Tullus iss'd of coelestiall seed His Father gave a signe he was his sonne When on his head a blazing light did run This same day Livia did to Concord raise A stately Temple for her Halcyon-dayes Yet where yerwhile stood that huge Palace know All postern times there Livia 's porch stands now One house was like a City and alone Contein'd as much as many a walled town For too much luxury this was pull'd down Not for the Founder 's aiming at the Crown The heir Octavius those vast ruines there And losse of all that cost and charge did bear Thus Precepts relish when exemplifi'd And Teachers words still by their works are try'd Two following dayes are blank To Jove Invicted Upon the Ides a chapell was addicted Now I the lesse Quinquatrian feasts must sing Assist O fair Minerva in this thing Why do the Waits walk all about the town Why do they mask disguis'd what means the Gown Disarmed Pallas thus reply'd to me Would I could sing 't as learnedly as she Great was the use of Waits in times of old And alwayes in great estimation held Feasts Altars mournfull Funeralls and Playes The usefull Waits accompany'd alwayes Gain sweeten'd that fair Art But afterward Their liberties and gains were all debarr'd Yea th' Aediles they but ten of them in all Allow'd to play at every Funerall They left the city and in exile went To Tybur Tybur then was banishment At Feasts Scenes Altars are the Waits requir'd Their mournfull Ditties Funeralls desir'd At Tybur liv'd a Libertine in 's Art A long time free and one of great desert He makes a feast and there this troup invites All come unto his festivall delights Night came their brains and senses swim in wine A message with a forged tale comes in Quick quick I say dismisse this companie Behold your Patrone is at hand cries he Away all staggering hastily do pack Their legs unruly large Indentures make Away the Master cry'd and as they slack'd Into a matted wagon all he pack'd Time Wine and Motion sleep provok'd They thought All fox'd the cart had them to Tybur brought Through Esquiline the wagon now doth come And stood i' th' morning in the Court of Rome The States to gull them both in shew and number Command to mask them in their drunken flumber And mingled more among them and t' augment The crue the Minstrels in their long gowns went This was contriv'd lest that the rest should see They were return'd against their own decree All pleas'd th' are licenc'd in the Ides to go In these new masks and chaunt their Catches too She ceasing This I fain would learn said I Why this thy day is called Quinquatrie March hath my feasts too of this name said she 'T was my invention rais'd this Companie I first the Pipe of bored Box did frame With certain holes and plaid upon the same Sweet were the notes But when as I beheld My face i' th' spring I spi'd my cheeks all swell'd I prize thee not so high my Pipe said I Farewell and cast it on a bank thereby A Satyre finds it But the use unsound Admires At last he blows and hears a sound Now could his warbling fingers play their part And make the Nymphs admire his vaunted art He challeng'd Phoebus Phoebus got the day Who hung him up and took his skin away Yet I 'm th' inventresse of this Pipe Therefore This Company these dayes do me adore The third day after in her twinkling pride Thyene fair on Taurus brows doth ride This day doth Tyber our Etruscane river S t Vesta's sweepings into sea deliver May Winds be trusted Mariners hoise sails To Zephyr 's point you shall have happy gales When Phaethon's Father in the waves profound Doth souse his beams and both the Poles surround For two there be This in the South we find That in the North both nam'd from either wind Old Hyreus Sonne his sturdy arms doth
joyn Hence Pleione descended who did wed Heaven-propping Atlas and the Pleiads bred The rest in beauty fame reports that May Excell'd and Jove enamour'd with her lay She on Cyllene's cypresse-crown did bear The Post of heaven whose pinions cut the aire Arcadia older then the Moon some hold Huge Maenalus swift Ladon him extoll'd Evander banish'd from th' Arcadian shore Came into Latium and his Gods brought o're Then whereas Rome the world's chief head now stands Were beasts and trees and stalls about the lands Here sailing Hold his learned Mother cry'd For in those fields a Kingdome 's plat I 've spi'd His Prophetesse and Mother he obey'd And on that unacquainted shore there stay'd He taught these nations many services Both horn-hoof'd Pans and winged Mercuries The girt Luperci worship half-goat Pan When with their thongs about the streets they ran But witty-shirking Mercurie who fram'd The Harp this month from his fair Mother nam'd Nor was 't his first good deed for he made even His Harp-strings number with the Pleiads seven She ended too her Sisters did approve My thoughts their reasons all alike do move Like thanks ye Muses I to you expresse Nor can I praise you either more or lesse Jove leads my work This night the Starre we spie Which was officious to Joves Infancie The wet Olenian Goat now rising see Whom Heaven rewarded for her nurserie Nymph Amalthea fam'd in Cretane Ide Jove her young nursling in the woods did hide She had a Goat two little twins that bred Of all Dictaean flocks the fairest head With stately horns which to her back did bend And teats that might Joves nurse right well commend She suckled Jove But in a tree she broke Her horn the beauty half away this took The Nymph took 't up crown'd with flow'rs she fill'd it With dainty fruits and to Joves mouth she held it Heavens Common-wealth and Fathers throne when he Possess'd and held the sole Supremacie He made his nurse a Signe his nurses horn A spring which since the mistresse name hath born May's Calends sees the little Images And th' altar rais'd to Lares Praestites The Altar for the Cures was but down 'T is beat by age and time that wasteth stone Because their vigilance make all things sure They stand for us and keep the walls secure And are assistant and in every need Are present we this name to them aread A Dog at their feet in the same stone carv'd Doth stand of which this reason is observ'd Both lov'd of masters both the house defend Both God and Dog the three-leet wayes do tend By Dogs and Gods slie thieves away are scar'd Those Gods with Dogs do ever watch and ward The Statues twain of these twin-Gods I sought But their decay consuming Time had wrought Our City hath a thousand Lares more With their Sires Ghost which countrey-men adore Where wander I These lines are Augusts task Mean while S t Bona in our verse should mask There is a masse by Nature wrought no small Part of a mountain which the Stone we call On this did Remus stand although in vain When to his Brother fowls did give the reigne There Fathers on that easie hill did build A Chapell which a man detested held Nun Claudia of the Clausi's familie Did vow 't a maid unstain'd with Venerie Queen Livia did repair it who presents In all her acts her Lords magnificence When Phoebus next the Eastern gates unbarres And with bright taper damps the languish'd starres The cold north-west-wind ' mongst the corn-earssports And white flags sally from the Caprean ports But when the Evening leads the Night on clear The Hyads sparkling bevy all appear The Bulls snout shines with seven refulgent flames Which Grecia Hyads from their showring names Some think they Bacchus nurs'd Some think them thus The seed of Tethys and Oceanus As yet grand Atlas had not shoulder'd Heaven When Hyas issu'd with his Sisters seven Which Aethra Oceans daughter bred and nurs'd But Hyas was the fairest and the first He in his youth the trembling Roe would chase Sometimes the Hare would make a sportfull race But whenas years encreas'd his strength he would With Boars encounter and the Lion bold At length he vent'ring for to steal away A Lion's whelps became a Lion's prey Both Mothers Sisters Atlas now to sail With heaven on 's neck their Hyas all bewail The Sisters yet surpass'd their parents piety Their Hyas gave them names their love a Deity Come Queen of Flow'rs renown'd in jocund playes I' th' former month I did deferre thy praise In April thou beginn'st and end'st in May With thee one comes in th' other goes away Since both their confines do pertein to thee Both to thy honour may devoted be The Cirk with speeches cry'd on Theaters Reach to this Month so also shall my verse Thou know'st inform me mens opinions erre Thou art thine own names best interpreter To my request this answer she bequeath'd Whiles from her lips the vernall Roses breath'd Once Chloris now I 'm Flora call'd the sound Of Latine letters doth the Greek confound Chloris a Nymph of that delicious field Where those blist men did live in times of eld It were not modesty for me to tell My beauty which did please a God so well I walk'd i' th' Spring me Zephyr spies I flie He follows me and swifter proves then I. His brother Boreas lends him all his aid Who once did ravish th' Erichthean maid Yet for his rape by making me his wife He made amends I cannot blame my life My Spring is constant all my season 's good My trees with leaves my ground is clad with food I have a garden in my dowry-fields Cull'd by kind airs and cool'd by courteous rills Here with rare sweets my husband deck'd my bowers Sweet wife saith he be thou the Queen of Flowers To tell their colours I have oft intended 'T was vain their number all accounts transcended Soon as their leaves have left their gemmy drops And Sol's beams warm their particolour'd tops The How'rs in broydred gowns array'd come hither And my endowments in light baskets gather Then come the Graces and quaint garlands here And coronets weave for the Gods to wear I first did scatter severall seeds all o're The Earth which but one colour had before A flow'r of Hyacinthus bloud I made Whose leaves expresse his Elegie most sad Thou also Narcisse through the fields art known Vnhappy youth that wert not two for one Young Crocus Acis and Adonis see Whose dying blouds were dignifi'd by me Mars thou maist know 't was born too by my skill Heaven grant that trick from Jove be hidden still Queen Juno griev'd that Jove without her aid Brought forth the motherlesse Athenian Maid Comes to old Ocean for to make her mone And at our gate quite tired sits her down Great Queen said I what cause hath thee here brought She told me whom and for what cause she sought To her I us'd
some words of comfort there Bare words saith she will never cure my care If Jove could his paternity enlarge Sans use of wife and both our parts discharge Why may not I as well a mother be Without his help and breed with chastitie All charms and mixtures both in land and seas I 'll search and trie and grope the Stygian lees She still talk'd on My looks my doubt betray'd O Nymph cries she thy looks do promise aid Thrice I resolv'd to speak and thrice I held Great Joves sad anger me with trouble fill'd I pray thee help said she Thy act most sure Shall be conceal'd to this I Styx adjure A flower said I sent from th' Olenian fields Will do the deed but one my garden yields The giver bade me touch a barren Cow 'T will make her breed I try'd and it did so I pluck'd the flow'r and touch'd her with it she With touch of it conceiv'd immediately Now to Propontis left-hand doth she turn And Thrace being big with child where Mars was born Who still remembring of his birth by me Thou in our town shalt have a place said he Nor think my power soft garlands onely yields It doth extend as well to corn-sown fields If Corn blooms well the harvest will be rich If Vines bloom well 't will make the branches stretch If Olives bloom well 't is chearly yeare Both Plumbs and Apples their successe have here If blooms be nip'd both Beans and Pease decay And forrein Nilus Lentils fade away Wine also flow'rs laboriously tunn'd up In buts and thick clouds swim about the top Hony is mine the Hony-bees I set On Thyme and Lilyes and the Violet We also sport the fragrant flow'rs among When strength is sound blouds fresh and bodies young This her discourse in silence I admire Saith she Speak freely if you ought require Lady said I thy Games first pedigree Relate I ceas'd And she replies to me The other tools of Luxury unfound That man was rich that Cattel kept and ground Hence Locuples and hence Pecunia came But now each man anothers wealth did claim The custome was to feed the peoples Commons Without controllment they long time were no mans Sans law the people did their Commons keep He was a churl that by himself fed sheep This liberty the Publick Aediles made For th' Commons Men before no courage had Some Judges took the cause in hand and fin'd The wrongfull Honours to their place were joyn'd Part of the fine to me was contributed And with applause my Games were instituted Plac'd on the hills side then a cliff huge tall Now 't is good way which ye Publicius call I thought her Games had every yeare been plaid She did deny it and again thus said We joy in honours both of Feasts Fires Fanes We Deities are all ambitious trains Men have with sinnes incens'd the Gods ofttimes Then flatter'd them with offrings for their crimes Oft have I seen Jove hurling his fire-storm At sight of incense hold his threatning arm But if contemn'd the wrong we do require With heavy vengeance and exceed in ire See Meleager burn'd with absent brand ' Cause Dian's altar did neglected stand The same Pow'rs weapons Niobe afflicted A Maid yet twice reveng'd her hearths neglected Hippolytus when torn with frighted steeds How fain would he have honour'd Venus deeds 'T were long to tell the errours of this kind My self once slipp'd out of the Romanes mind What should I do how shew my discontent What damages should my disgrace invent Sad I my office cast aside I varnish'd No meads each garden lay unpriz'd ungarnish'd The Lilies dy'd the Violets dry'd away The strings of ambre-Saffron did decay Oft cry'd my Zephyr O do thou not spoil Thy dow'r My dow'r to me was then but vile The Olive-blooms were nipp'd by tetchy wind Corn-blooms the hailstones did to pouder grind The Vine was hopefull but the South did frown And forced show'rs did beat the blossomes down I would not be nor is my wrath extreme But I then car'd not for protecting them The Fathers met and should the yeare well flower An annuall feast they vow'd unto my Power I yielded to their vow To me my Playes Two Consuls Lenas and Posthumius raise I would have ask'd why such licentious jests And wanton sports were used in her feasts But I bethought me She 's no Power austere But all her gifts are for delight and chear Brows are embroydered with spruce garlands sew'd And tables cover'd with fresh roses strew'd The bouzy guest deck'd with a film-flower crown In drunken garb there dances up and down And 's head with oyl and flow'rs and wine well-lin'd He Catches sings at 's Sweet-hearts doore unkind Crown'd temples meddle with no serious matter Nor are flow'rs us'd in drinking of fair water Till Achelous temper'd was with wine Flow'rs in their drinking men did never joyn Flow'rs Bacchus loves Ariadne's crown can tell That flow'rs and garlands please him passing well Scenes mirthfull please her She does not belong Not she believe me to the Tragick throng But why do Strumpets in these joviall playes The mymicks act I easily learn'd the cause She 's none of those same grave and stately Dames To vulgar people she allows her games And bids then use Youth's flow'r before 't is worn The Rose once wither'd men despise the Thorn But why said I since Ceres is in white Art thou in particolour'd garments dight Is 't ' cause her harvest hath that onely hue And in thy flow'rs all colours are to view She becken'd From her head the flow'rs dropp'd down As thick as roses on a table strown The Lights remain'd whose cause was yet conceal'd To clear my ignorance she the cause reveal'd Because my Flowers shine in purple rayes Therefore these Tapers well do suit my dayes Or ' cause my Flow'rs in colours bright do shine As well as Flames and both attract the eyne Or ' cause Nights freedome to my sports agree Let this last reason best accounted be One thing more briefly I have yet to say If I may ask said I. Said she You may Why is the dastard Goat and frightfull Hare For Lions fierce presented in a snare Not woods but gardens are our interest Sayes she Our fields scarce see a savage beast All ended thus She vanish'd presently And left an odour of her Deity That Naso's name may flourish with his measures O strew his fansie with thy flow'ry treasures The third night after Chiron in his course Draws forth his Starres half-man and half a horse Aemonian Pelion to the South inclines Whose sides with Oaks whose head is clad with Pines Here just old Chiron dwelt as fame doth say His caves old trunk remains still to this day He did instruct in numbers Lyricall Those hands which after were great Hector's fall Alcides with the most part of his toils Now well accomplish'd thither comes the whiles Here met by chance were those two fates of Troy The great Tirynthian and