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A36625	Fables ancient and modern translated into verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, & Chaucer, with orginal poems, by Mr. Dryden.	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.; Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1313-1375.; Homer.	1700 (1700)	Wing D2278; ESTC R31983	269,028	604

own'd deny'd th' Offence Then with dry Eyes and with an open Look She met his Glance mid-way and thus undaunted spoke Tancred I neither am dispos'd to make Request for Life nor offer'd Life to take Much less deny the Deed but least of all Beneath pretended Justice weakly fall My Words to sacred Truth shall be confin'd My Deeds shall shew the Greatness of my Mind That I have lov'd I own that still I love I call to Witness all the Pow'rs above Yet more I own To Guiscard's Love I give The small remaining Time I have to live And if beyond this Life Desire can be Not Fate it self shall set my Passion free This first avow'd nor Folly warp'd my Mind Nor the frail Texture of the Female Kind Betray'd my Vertue For too well I knew What Honour was and Honour had his Due Before the Holy Priest my Vows were ty'd So came I not a Strumpet but a Bride This for my Fame and for the Publick Voice Yet more his Merits justifi'd my Choice Which had they not the first Election thine That Bond dissolv'd the next is freely mine Or grant I em'd which yet I must deny Had Parents pow'r ev'n second Vows to tie Thy little Care to mend my Widow'd Nights Has forc'd me to recourse of Marriage-Rites To fill an empty Side and follow known Delights What have I done in this deserving Blame State-Laws may alter Nature's are the same Those are usurp'd on helpless-Woman-kind Made without our Consent and wanting Pow'r to bind Thou Tancred better should'st have understood That as thy Father gave thee Flesh and Blood So gav'st thou me Not from the Quarry hew'd But of a softer Mould with Sense endu'd Ev'n softer than thy own of suppler Kind More exquisite of Taste and more than Man refin'd Nor need'st thou by thy Daughter to be told Though now thy spritely Blood with Age be cold Thou hast been young and canst remember still That when thou hadst the Pow'r thou hadst the Will And from the past Experience of thy Fires Canst tell with what a Tide our strong Desires Come rushing on in Youth and what their Rage requires And grant thy Youth was exercis'd in Arms When Love no leisure found for softer Charms My tender Age in Luxury was train'd With idle Ease and Pageants entertain'd My Hours my own my Pleasures unrestrain'd So bred no wonder if I took the Bent That seem'd ev'n warranted by thy Consent For when the Father is too fondly kind Such Seed he sows such Harvest shall he find Blame then thy self as Reason's Law requires Since Nature gave and thou soment'st my Fires If still those Apperites continue strong Thou maist consider I am yet but young Consider too that having been a Wife I must have tasted of a better Life And am not to be blam'd if I renew By lawful Means the Joys which then I knew Where was the Crime if Pleasure I procur'd Young and a Woman and to Bliss inur'd That was my Case and this is my Defence I pleas'd my self I shunn'd Incontinence And urg'd by strong Desires indulg'd my Sense Left to my self I must avow I strove From publick Shame to screen my secret Love And well acquainted with thy Native Pride Endeavour'd what I could not help to hide For which a Womans Wit an casre Way supply'd How this so well contriv'd so closely laid Was known to thee or by what Chance betray'd Is not my Care To please thy Pride alone I could have wish'd it had been still unknown Nor took I Guiscard by blind Fancy led Or hasty Choice as many Women wed But with delib'rate Care and ripen'd Thought At leisure first design'd before I wrought On him I rested after long Debate And not without consid'ring fix'd my Fate His Flame was equal though by mine inspir'd For so the Diff'rence of our Birth requir'd Had he been born like me like me his Love Had first begun what mine was forc'd to move But thus beginning thus we persevere Our Passions yet continue what they were Nor length of Trial makes our Joys the less sincere At this my Choice though not by thine allow'd Thy Judgment herding with the common Crowd Thou tak'st unjust Offence and led by them Dost less the Merit than the Man esteem Too sharply Tancred by thy Pride betray'd Hast thou against the Laws of Kind inveigh'd For all th' Offence is in Opinion plac'd Which deems high Birth by lowly Choice debas'd This Thought alone with Fury fires thy Breast For Holy Marriage justifies the rest That I have sunk the Glories of the State And mix'd my Blood with a Plebeian Mate In which I wonder thou shouldst oversee Superiour Causes or impute to me The Fault of Fortune or the Fates Decree Or call it Heav'ns Imperial Pow'r alone Which moves on Springs of Justice though unknown Yet this we see though order'd for the best The Bad exalted and the Good oppress'd Permitted Laurels grace the Lawless Brow Th' Unworthy rais'd the Worthy cast below But leaving that Search we the secret Springs And backward trace the Principles of Things There shall we find that when the World began One common Mass compos'd the Mould of Man One Paste of Flesh on all Degrees bestow'd And kneaded up alike with moistning Blood The same Almighty Pow'r inspir'd the Frame With kindl'd Life and form'd the Souls the same The Faculties of Intellect and Will Dispens'd with equal Hand dispos'd with equal Skill Like Liberty indulg'd with Choice of Good or Ill Thus born alike from Vertue first began The Diff'rence that distinguish'd Man from Man He claim'd no Title from Descent of Blood But that which made him Noble made him Good Warm'd with more Particles of Heav'nly Flame He wing'd his upward Flight and soar'd to Fame The rest remain'd below a Tribe without a Name This Law though Custom now diverts the Course As Natures Institute is yet in force Uncancell'd tho disus'd And he whose Mind Is Vertuous is alone of Noble Kind Though poor in Fortune of Celestial Race And he commits the Crime who calls him Base Now lay the Line and measure all thy Court By inward Vertue not external Port And find whom justly to prefer above The Man on whom my Judgment plac'd my Love So shalt thou see his Parts and Person shine And thus compar'd the rest a base degen'rate Line Nor took I when I first survey'd thy Court His Valour or his Vertues on Report But trusted what I ought to trust alone Relying on thy Eyes and not my own Thy Praise and Thine was then the Publick Voice First recommended Guiscard to my Choice Directed thus by thee I look'd and found A Man I thought deserving to be crown'd First by my Father pointed to my Sight Nor less conspicuous by his Native Light His Mind his Meen the Features of his Face Excelling all the rest of Humane Race These were thy Thoughts and thou could'st judge aright Till Int'rest made a Jaundice in thy Sight Or

be persuaded to take the same with his If I had taken to the Church as he affirms but which was never in my Thoughts I should have had more Sense if not more Grace than to have turn'd my self out of my Benefice by writing Libels on my Parishioners But his Account of my Manners and my Principles are of a Piece with his Cavils and his Poetry And so I have done with him for ever As for the City Bard or Knight Physician I hear his Quarrel to me is that I was the Author of Absalom and Architophel which he thinks is a little hard on his Fanatique Patrons in London But I will deal the more civilly with his two Poems because nothing ill is to be spoken of the Dead And therefore Peace be to the Manes of his Arthurs I will only say that it was not for this Noble Knight that I drew the Plan of an Epick Poem on King Arthur in my Preface to the Translation of Iuvenal The Guardian Angels of Kingdoms were Machines too ponderous for him to manage and therefore he rejected them as Dares did the Whirl-bats of Eryx when they were thrown before him by Entellus Yet from that Preface he plainly took his Hint For he began immediately upon the Story though he had the Baseness not to acknowledge his Benefactor but in Head of it to traduce me in a Libel I shall say the less of Mr. Collier because in many Things he has tax'd me justly and I have pleaded Guilty to all Thoughts and Expressions of mine which can be truly argu'd of Obscenity Profaneness or Immorality and retract them If he be my Enemy let him triumph if he be my Friend as I have given him no Personal Occasion to be otherwise he will be glad of my Repentance It becomes me not to draw my Pen in the Defence of a bad Cause when I have so often drawn it for a good one Yet it were not difficult to prove that in many Places he has perverted my Meaning by his Glosles and interpreted my Words into Blasphemy and Baudry of which they were not guilty Besides that he is too much given to Horse-play in his Raillery and comes to Battel like a Dictatour from the Plough I will not say The Zeal of God s House has eaten him up but I am sure it has devour'd some Part of his Good Manners and Civility It might also be doubted whether it were altogether Zeal which prompted him to this rough manner of Proceeding perhaps it became not one of his Function to rake into the Rubbish of Ancient and Modern Plays a Divine might have employ'd his Pains to better purpose than in the Nastiness of Plautus and Aristophanes whose Examples as they excuse not me so it might be possibly suppos'd that he read them not without some Pleasure They who have written Commentaries on those Poets or on Horace Juvenal and Martial have explain'd some Vices which without their Interpretation had been unknown to Modern Times Neither has he judg'd impartially betwixt the former Age and us There is more Baudry in one Play of Fletcher's call'd The Custom of the Country than in all ours together Yet this has been often acted on the Stage in my remembrance Are the Times so much more reform'd now than they were Five and twenty Years ago If they are I congratulate the Amendment of our Morals But I am not to prejudice the Cause of my Fellow-Poets though I abandon my own Defence They have some of them answer'd for themselves and neither they nor I can think Mr. Collier so formidable an Enemy that we should shun him He has lost Ground at the latter end of the Day by pursuing his Point too far like the Prince of Condé at the Battel of Senneph From Immoral Plays to No Plays ab abusu ad usum non valet consequentia But being a Party I am not to erect my self into a Judge As for the rest of those who have written against me they are such Scoundrels that they deserve not the least Notice to be taken of them B and M are only distinguish'd from the Crowd by being remember'd to their Infamy Demetri Teque Tigelli Discipularum inter jubeo plorare cathedras TO HER GRACE THE DUTCHESS OF ORMOND With the following POEM of Palamon and Arcite FROM CHAUCER TO HER GRACE THE DUTCHESS OF ORMOND MADAM THe Bard who first adorn'd our Native Tongue Tun'd to his British Lyre this ancient Song Which Homer might without a Blush reherse And leaves a doubtful Palm in Virgil's Verse He match'd their Beauties where they most excell Of Love sung better and of Arms as well Vouchsafe Illustrious Ormond to behold What Pow'r the Charms of Beauty had of old Nor wonder if such Deeds of Arms were done Inspir'd by two fair Eyes that sparkled like your own If Chaucer by the best Idea wrought And Poets can divine each others Thought The fairest Nymph before his Eyes he set And then the fairest was Plantagenet Who three contending Princes made her Prize And rul'd the Rival-Nations with her Eyes Who left Immortal Trophies of her Fame And to the Noblest Order gave the Name Like Her of equal Kindred to the Throne You keep her Conquests and extend your own As when the Stars in their Etherial Race At length have roll'd around the Liquid Space At certain Periods they resume their Place From the same Point of Heav'n their Course advance And move in Measures of their former Dance Thus after length of Ages she returns Restor'd in you and the same Place adorns Or you perform her Office in the Sphere Born of her Blood and make a new Platonick Year O true Plantagenet O Race Divine For Beauty still is fatal to the Line Had Chaucer liv'd that Angel-Face to view Sure he had drawn his Emily from You Or had You liv'd to judge the doubtful Right Your Noble Palamon had been the Knight And Conqu'ring Theseus from his Side had sent Your Gen'rous Lord to guide the Theban Government Time shall accomplish that and I shall see A Palamon in Him in You an Emily Already have the Fates your Path prepar'd And sure Presage your future Sway declar'd When Westward like the Sun you took your Way And from benighted Britain bore the Day Blue Triton gave the Signal from the Shore The ready Nereids heard and swam before To smooth the Seas a soft Etesian Gale But just inspir'd and gently swell'd the Sail Portunus took his Turn whose ample Hand Heav'd up the lighten'd Keel and sunk the Sand And steer'd the sacred Vessel safe to Land The Land if not restrain'd had met Your Way Projected out a Neck and jutted to the Sea Hibernia prostrate at Your Feet ador'd In You the Pledge of her expected Lord Due to her Isle a venerable Name His Father and his Grandsire known to Fame Aw'd by that House accustom'd to command The sturdy Kerns in due Subjection stand Nor hear the Reins in any Foreign Hand At

their Diff'rence to decide The Pow'r that ministers to God's Decrees And executes on Earth what Heav'n foresees Call'd Providence or Chance or fatal Sway Comes with resistless Force and finds or makes her Way Nor Kings nor Nations nor united Pow'r One Moment can retard th' appointed Hour And some one Day some wondrous Chance appears Which happen'd not in Centuries of Years For sure whate'er we Mortals hate or love Or hope or fear depends on Pow'rs above They move our Appetites to Good or Ill And by Foresight necessitate the Will In Theseus this appears whose youthful Joy Was Beasts of Chase in Forests to destroy This gentle Knight inspir'd by jolly May Forsook his easie Couch at early Day And to the Wood and Wilds pursu'd his Way Beside him rode Hippolita the Queen And Emily attir'd in lively Green With Horns and Hounds and all the tuneful Cry To hunt a Royal Hart within the Covert nigh And as he follow'd Mars before so now He serves the Goddess of the Silver Bow The Way that Theseus took was to the Wood Where the two Knights in cruel Battel stood The Laund on which they fought th' appointed Place In which th' uncoupl'd Hounds began the Chace Thither forth-right he rode to rowse the Prey That shaded by the Fern in Harbour lay And thence dislodg'd was wont to leave the Wood For open Fields and cross the Crystal Flood Approach'd and looking underneath the Sun He saw proud Arcite and fierce Palamon In mortal Battel doubling Blow on Blow Like Lightning flam'd their Fauchions to and fro And shot a dreadful Gleam so strong they strook There seem'd less Force requir'd to fell an Oak He gaz'd with Wonder on their equal Might Look'd eager on but knew not either Knight Resolv'd to learn he spurr'd his fiery Steed With goring Rowels to provoke his Speed The Minute ended that began the Race So soon he was betwixt 'em on the Place And with his Sword unsheath'd on pain of Life Commands both Combatants to cease their Strife Then with imperious Tone pursues his Threat What are you Why in Arms together met How dares your Pride presume against my Laws As in a listed Field to fight your Cause Unask'd the Royal Grant no Marshal by As Knightly Rites require nor Judge to try Then Palamon with scarce recover'd Breath Thus hasty spoke We both deserve the Death And both wou'd die for look the World around A Pair so wretched is not to be found Our Life 's a Load encumber'd with the Charge We long to set th' imprison'd Soul at large Now as thou art a Sovereign Judge decree The rightful Doom of Death to him and me Let neither find thy Grace for Grace is Cruelty Me first O kill me first and cure my Woe Then sheath the Sword of Justice on my Foe Or kill him first for when his Name is heard He foremost will receive his due Reward Arcite of Thebes is he thy mortal Foe On whom thy Grace did Liberty bestow But first contracted that if ever found By Day or Night upon th' Athenian Ground His Head should pay the Forfeit See return'd The perjur'd Knight his Oath and Honour scorn'd For this is he who with a borrow'd Name And profer'd Service to thy Palace came Now call'd Philostratus retain'd by thee A Traytor trusted and in high Degree Aspiring to the Bed of beauteous Emily My Part remains From Thebes my Birth I own And call my self th' unhappy Palamon Think me not like that Man since no Disgrace Can force me to renounce the Honour of my Race Know me for what I am I broke thy Chain Nor promis'd I thy Pris'ner to remain The Love of Liberty with Life is giv'n And Life it self th' inferiour Gift of Heaven Thus without Crime I fled but farther know I with this Arcite am thy mortal Foe Then give me Death since I thy Life pursue For Safeguard of thy self Death is my Due More would'st thou know I love bright Emily And for her Sake and in her Sight will die But kill my Rival too for he no less Deserves and I thy righteous Doom will bless Assur'd that what I lose he never shall possess To this reply'd the stern Athenian Prince And sow'rly smild In owning your Offence You judge your self and I but keep Record In place of Law while you pronounce the Word Take your Desert the Death you have decreed I seal your Doom and ratifie the Deed. By Mars the Patron of my Arms you die He said dumb Sorrow seiz'd the Standers by The Queen above the rest by Nature Good The Pattern form'd of perfect Womanhood For tender Pity wept When she began Through the bright Quire th' infectious Vertue ran All dropp'd their Tears ev'n the contended Maid And thus among themselves they softly said What Eyes can suffer this unworthy Sight Two Youths of Royal Blood renown'd in Fight The Mastership of Heav'n in Face and Mind And Lovers far beyond their faithless Kind See their wide streaming Wounds they neither came From Pride of Empire nor desire of Fame Kings fight for Kingdoms Madmen for Applause But love for Love alone that crowns the Lover's Cause This Thought which ever bribes the beauteous Kind Such Pity wrought in ev'ry Ladies Mind They left their Steeds and prostrate on the Place From the fierce King implor'd th' Offenders Grace He paus'd a while stood silent in his Mood For yet his Rage was boiling in his Blood But soon his tender Mind th' Impression felt As softest Metals are not slow to melt And Pity soonest runs in gentle Minds Then reasons with himself and first he finds His Passion cast a Mist before his Sense And either made or magnifi'd th' Offence Offence of what to whom Who judg'd the Cause The Pris'ner freed himself by Natures Laws Born free he sought his Right The Man he freed Was perjur'd but his Love excus'd the Deed Thus pond'ring he look'd under with his Eyes And saw the Womens Tears and heard their Cries Which mov'd Compassion more He shook his Head And softly sighing to himself he said Curse on th' unpard'ning Prince whom Tears can draw To no Remorse who rules by Lions Law And deaf to Pray'rs by no Submission bow'd Rends all alike the Penitent and Proud At this with Look serene he rais'd his Head Reason resum'd her Place and Passion fled Then thus aloud he spoke The Pow'r of Love In Earth and Seas and Air and Heav'n above Rules unresisted with an awful Nod By daily Miracles declar'd a God He blinds the Wise gives Eye-sight to the Blind And moulds and stamps anew the Lover's Mind Behold that Arcite and this Palamon Freed from my Fetters and in Safety gone What hinder'd either in their Native Soil At ease to reap the Harvest of their Toil But Love their Lord did otherwise ordain And brought 'em in then own despite again To suffer Death deserv'd for well they know 'T is in my Pow'r and I their deadly Foe The Proverb

common is our way So dreadful was the Dream so loud she spoke That starting sudden up the Slumber broke Then cast her Eyes around in hope to view Her vanish'd Lord and find the Vision true For now the Maids who waited her Commands Ran in with lighted Tapers in their Hands Tir'd with the Search not finding what she seeks With cruel Blows she pounds her blubber'd Cheeks Then from her beaten Breast the Linnen tare And cut the golden Caull that bound her Hair Her Nurse demands the Cause with louder Cries She prosecutes her Griefs and thus replies No more Alcyone she suffer'd Death With her lov'd Lord when Ceyx lost his Breath No Flatt'ry no false Comfort give me none My Shipwreck'd Ceyx is for ever gone I saw I saw him manifest in view His Voice his Figure and his Gestures knew His Lustre lost and ev'ry living Grace Yet I retain'd the Features of his Face Tho' with pale Cheeks wet Beard and dropping Hair None but my Ceyx cou'd appear so fair I would have strain'd him with a strict Embrace But through my Arms he slip'd and vanish'd from the Place There ev'n just there he stood and as she spoke Where last the Spectre was she cast her Look Fain wou'd she hope and gaz'd upon the Ground If any printed Footsteps might be found Then sigh'd and said This I too well foreknew And my prophetick Fear presag'd too true 'T was what I beg'd when with a bleeding Heart I took my leave and suffer'd Thee to part Or I to go along or Thou to stay Never ah never to divide our way Happier for me that all our Hours assign'd Together we had liv'd e'en not in Death disjoin'd So had my Ceyx still been living here Or with my Ceyx I had perish'd there Now I die absent in the vast profound And Me without my Self the Seas have drown'd The Storms were not so cruel should I strive To lengthen Life and such a Grief survive But neither will I strive nor wretched Thee In Death forsake but keep thee Company If not one common Sepulcher contains Our Bodies or one Urn our last Remains Yet Ceyx and Alcyone shall join Their Names remember'd in one common Line No farther Voice her mighty Grief affords For Sighs come rushing in betwixt her Words And stop'd her Tongue but what her Tongue deny'd Soft Tears and Groans and dumb Complaints supply'd 'T was Morning to the Port she takes her way And stands upon the Margin of the Sea That Place that very Spot of Ground she sought Or thither by her Destiny was brought Where last he stood And while she sadly said 'T was here he left me lingring here delay'd His parting Kiss and there his Anchors weigh'd Thus speaking while her Thoughts past Actions trace And call to mind admonish'd by the Place Sharp at her utmost Ken she cast her Eyes And somewhat floating from afar descries It seem'd a Corps adrift to distant Sight But at a distance who could judge aright It wafted nearer yet and then she knew That what before she but surmis'd was true A Corps it was but whose it was unknown Yet mov'd howe'er she made the Case her own Took the bad Omen of a shipwreck'd Man As for a Stranger wept and thus began Poor Wreth on stormy Seas to lose thy Life Unhappy thou but more thy widdow'd Wife At this she paus'd for now the flowing Tide Had brought the Body nearer to the side The more she looks the more her Fears increase At nearer Sight and she 's her self the less Now driv'n ashore and at her Feet it lies She knows too much in knowing whom she sees Her Husband 's Corps at this she loudly shrieks T is he 't is he she cries and tears her Cheeks Her Hair her Vest and stooping to the Sands About his Neck she cast her trembling Hands And is it thus O dearer than my Life Thus thus return'st Thou to thy longing Wife She said and to the neighb'ring Mole she strode Rais'd there to break th' Incursions of the Flood Headlong from hence to plunge her self she springs But shoots along supported on her Wings A Bird new-made about the Banks she plies Not far from Shore and short Excursions tries Nor seeks in Air her humble Flight to raise Content to skim the Surface of the Seas Her Bill tho' slender sends a creaking Noise And imitates a lamentable Voice Now lighting where the bloodless Body lies She with a Funeral Note renews her Cries At all her stretch her little Wings she spread And with her feather'd Arms embrac'd the Dead Then flick'ring to his palid Lips she strove To print a Kiss the last essay of Love Whether the vital Touch reviv'd the Dead Or that the moving Waters rais'd his Head To meet the Kiss the Vulgar doubt alone For sure a present Miracle was shown The Gods their Shapes to Winter-Birds translate But both obnoxious to their former Fate Their conjugal Affection still is ty'd And still the mournful Race is multiply'd They bill they tread Alcyone compress'd Sev'n Days sits brooding on her floating Nest A wintry Queen Her Sire at length is kind Calms ev'ry Storm and hushes ev'ry Wind Prepares his Empire for his Daughter's Ease And for his hatching Nephews smooths the Seas THE Flower and the Leaf OR THE LADY IN THE ARBOUR A VISION THE Flower and the Leaf OR THE LADY IN THE ARBOUR NOW turning from the wintry Signs the Sun His Course exalted through the Ram had run And whirling up the Skies his Chariot drove Through Taurus and the lightsome Realms of Love Where Venus from her Orb descends in Show'rs To glad the Ground and paint the Fields with Flow'rs When first the tender Blades of Grass appear And Buds that yet the blast of Eurus fear Stand at the door of Life and doubt to cloath the Year Till gentle Heat and soft repeated Rains Make the green Blood to dance within their Veins Then at their Call embolden'd out they come And swell the Gems and burst the narrow Room Broader and broader yet their Blooms display Salute the welcome Sun and entertain the Day Then from their breathing Souls the Sweets repair To scent the Skies and purge th' unwholsome Air Joy spreads the Heart and with a general Song Spring issues out and leads the jolly Months along In that sweet Season as in Bed I lay And sought in Sleep to pass the Night away I turn'd my weary Side but still in vain Tho' full of youthful Health and void of Pain Cares I had none to keep me from my Rest For Love had never enter'd in my Breast I wanted nothing Fortune could supply Nor did she Slumber till that hour deny I wonder'd then but after found it true Much Joy had dry'd away the balmy Dew Sea's wou'd be Pools without the brushing Air To curl the Waves and sure some little Care Shou'd weary Nature so to make her want repair When Chaunticleer the second Watch had sung Scorning the Scorner Sleep