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A08659 Ouid's Metamorphosis Englished by G.S.; Metamorphoses. English Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Sandys, George, 1578-1644. 1628 (1628) STC 18965; ESTC S113848 179,818 404

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short pause Perhaps you thinke this Bird which liues by rape To all a terror euer had that shape He was a man as constant in his minde As fierce in warre to great attempts inclinde Daedalion nam'd sprung from that Star which wakes The deawie Morne the last that heauen forsakes Affected peace I fostered with the rites Of nuptiall ioyes He ioy'd in bloudy fights His valour Kingdomes with their Kings subdude By whom the Thisbian Doues are now persude His daughter Chione whose beauty drew A thousand sutors ripe for marriage grew By fortune Phoebus the sonne of Mar From Delphos and Cyllenus came this way Here meeting looke and like The God of Light Deserres his ioy-imbracing hopes till night Hermes ill-brookes delay who on her laid His drowsie rod and forc't the sleepie Maid Night spangs the skie with starres An old wifes shape Apollo tooke and seconds Hermes rape Now when the fulnesse of her time drew nie Autolicbus was borne to Mercurie Nor from the Sire the Sonne degenerates Cunning in theft and wily in all fleights Who could with subtiltie deceiue the sight Conuerting white to blacke and blacke to white To Phoebus for she bare two sonnes belongs Philammon famous for his Harpe and songs What is 't t' haue had two sonnes two Gods t' inflame A valiant father Iupiter the same Is glory fatall sure t' was so to Her Who to Dia●as durst her face confer And blame her beauty With a cruell looke She said Our deeds shall right vs. Forthwith tooke Her bow and bent it when the bow-string flung Th'eiected arrow through her guiltie tongue It bleeds of speech and sound at once berest And life with bloud her falling bodie left What griefe ô Piety opprest my heart What said I not t' asswage my brothers smart Who heares me so as rockes the roring waues That beat their browes and for his Daughter raues But when he saw her burne foure times assail'd To sacke the flamie Pile as often fail'd Then turnes his heeles to flight much likae a Bull By Hornets stung whom scratching brambles pull Yet seem'd to run farre faster than a man As if his feet had wings and all out-ran Who swift in chace of wished death ascends Pa●●assus top As he his bodie bends To iumpe from downe-right cliffes compassionate Apollo with light wings preuents his fate With beake and tallons arm'd with strength repleat Aboue his size his courage still as great This Falcon friend to none all soule persu'th And grieuing is the cause of common ruth Sad Ceyx thus his brothers change relates When P●●●a●● Anctor prest the gates Who kept the Heard and cry'd halfe out of breath Peleus I bring thee newes of losse and death Report said Peleus we are bent to beare The worst of fortunes While the King with feare Hangs on his tongue He panting still afeard To winding shores we draue the weary Heard When Phoebus from the heighth of all the skie The East and West beheld with equall eie A part on yellow sands their limbs display And from their ease the wauy fields suruay While other slowly wander here and there Some swim in seas and lofty fore-heads reare A Fane vnd●ckt with gold or marble stone Adioynes high blockt within a groue o're-growne This the Ner●īdes and Nereus hold By sea-men who there dry'd their nets so told Neere it a Marish thicke with sallowes stood Made plashie by the interchanging stood A Wolfe a monstrous beast with hideous noise That frights the confines from those thickets flies His lightning iawes with bloud and soame besmear'd In whose red eyes two darting flames appear'd Though fell with rage and famine yet his rage More greedy farre nor hunger seekes t' asswage With bloud of beeues and so surcease but all He meets with wounds insuking in their fall Nor few of vs while we his force with-stood Fell by his rankling p●angs The shore with blood With bloud the sea-brimme blusht and bellowing lakes Delay is losse and Doubt if selfe forsakes Arme arme while something yet is left to lose And ioyning force this mortall Bane oppose The Heardsman ends Nor did this losse incense Aeacides remembring his offence Borne as the iustice of sad Psamathe To celebrate her Phocus Obsequie The King commands his men to arme prouides To goe in person Busie rumour guides This to Al●y●ne her passion bare Her swiftly thither running with her haire Halfe vncompos'd and that disordering clung About his necke then weepes and with a tongue That scarce could speake intreats that they alone Might goe nor hazard both their liues in one To whom Aeacides Faire Queene forgoe Your vertuous feare too much your bounties flow No force aua●les in such ●stents as these 'T is prayer that must the sea-thron'd Power appease A lofty tow●e within a fortresse stood A friend to wandring ships that plough the flood They this ascend and sig●ung see the shore With cattell strew'd the Spoyler drencht in gore Here Peleus fixt on seas with knees that bend Blew Psamathe implores at length to end The iust●●● of her wrath She from his speech Diuerts her eares till T●e●●s did beseech And got her husbands pardon nor yet could The saluage Wolfe from thirst of bloud with-hold T●ll she the beast as he a Heifer flew Transform'd to marble differing but in ●ew All else intire The colour of the stone Shew him no Wolfe now terrible to none Yet Fate would not permit Aeacides To harbour here nor found in exile ease Till at Magnesi● in a happy time Acastus purg'd him from his bloudy crime Meane-while perplext with former prodigies Both of his neece and brother to aduize With sacred Oracles the ioyes of men C●yx prepares for Clares Ph●rb●● then With his Phlegyan hoast alike prophane The passage stopt to D●lphian Phoebus Fane Yet first to thee his secret purpose told Faith crown'd Alcyone An inward cold Shot through her bones her changing face appeares As pale as Box surrounded with her teares Thrice stroue to speake thrice weeps through deare constraint Sobs interrupting her diuine complaint What fault of mine my Life hath chang'd thy mind Where is that loue that late so cleerely shin'd Canst thou thy selfe enioy from me remou'd Doe long wayes please is now my absence lou'd Yet didst thou goe by land I should alone Grieue without feare now both combine in one Seas fright me with their tragicall aspect Of late I saw them on the shore eiect Their scattered wracks and often haue I read Sad names on sepulchers that want their dead Nor let false hopes thy confidencie please In that my father great Hippotades The strugling winds in rockie cauernes keepes And at his pleasure calmes the raging Deepes They once broke loose submit to no command But raue o're all the sea and all the land High clouds perplex with sterne concursions rore Emitting flames I feare by knowledge more These knew I and oft saw their rude comport While yet a Girle within my Fathers Court But if my prayers can
the flame And to the two-shap't Chiron brought the same The white-plum'd Rauen who reward expects He turnes to blacke and for his truth reiects It pleas'd the Halfe-horse to be so imploy'd Who in his honorable trouble ioy'd Behold the Centaur's daughter with red haire Whom formerly the Nymph Caricle bare By the swift Riuer and Ocy●oe nam'd Who had her Father's healthfull Art disclaym'd To sing the depth of Fates Now when her brest Was by the prophecying rage possest And that th'included God inflam'd her mind Beholding of the Babe she thus diuin'd Health giuer to the World grow Infant grow To whom mortalitie so much shall owe. ●led Soules thou shalt restore to their aboads ●nd once against the pleasure of the Gods ●o doe the like thy Grand-sires flames denie ●nd thou begotten by a God must die Thou of a bloodlesse corps a God shalt bee And Nature twice shall be renew'd in thee And you deare Father not a Mortall now To whom the Fates eternitie allow Shall wish to die then when your wound shall smart With Serpents blood and slight your helplesse Art Relenting Fates will pitty you with death Against their Law and stop your groning breath Not all yet said her sighes in stormes arise And ill-aboding teares burst from her eyes Then thus My Fates preuent me lo they tie My faltering tongue and farther speech denie Alas these Arts not of that valew be That they should draw the wrath of Heauen on me O rather would I nothing had fore-knowne My lookes seeme now not humane nor my owne I long to feed on grasse I long to run About the spacious fields Woe 's me vndon Into a Mare my kindred's shape I grow Yet why throughout my Father but halfe so The end of her complaint you scarce could heare To vnderstand her words confused were Forth-with nor words nor neighings she exprest Her voyce yet more inclining to the beast Then neigh'd out-right Within a little space Her down-thrust armes vpon the Meadow pase Her fingers ●oyne one hoose fiue nayles vnite Her head and neck enlarge not now vpright Her trayling garment to a trayne extends Her dangling haire vpon her crest descends Her voyce and shape at once transform'd became And to the Prodigie they giue a name Old Chiron weeps and Phoebus vainly cryes On thee to change the changelesse Destinies Admit thou could'st thee from thy selfe expel'd Then Elis and Messenian pastures held It was the time when cloth'd in Neat-herds weeds Thou play'dst vpon vnequall seuen-fold Reeds Whil'st thee thy Pipe delights whil'st cares of loue Thy soule possesse and other cares remoue Without a guard the Pylian Oxen stray Obserued by the craftie sonne of May Forthwith he secretly conueighs them thence In vntract Woods concealing his offence None saw but Battus in that Country bred Who wealthy Neleus famous horses fed Him onely he misdoubts then t'ane a-part Stranger said Mercury what ere thou art If any for this Herd by chance inquire Conceale thy knowledge and receiue for hire This white-hair'd Cow Hee tooke her and reply'd Be safe thy theft shall sooner be discry'd By yonder stone than me and shew'd a stone Ioue's sonne departs and straight returns vnknowne A seeming Clowne in forme and voice who said Saw'st thou no cattel through these fields conuay'd Detect the the●t in their recouerie ioyne And lo this Hecfer with her Bull is thine He the reward redoubl'd answer'd There Beneath those hills beneath those hills they were Then Hermes laughing lowd What knaue I say Me to my selfe me to my selfe betray Then to a Touch-stone turn'd his periur'd brest Whose nature now is in that name exprest Shee might not enter and the darke doore strooke With her bright lance which straight in sunder broke There saw shee Enuie lapping Vipers blood And feeding on their flesh her vices food And hauing seen her turn'd-away her eyes The Catiffe slowly from the ground doth rise Her halfe-deuoured Serpents laid-aside And forward creepeth with a lazie stride Viewing her forme so faire her armes so bright Shee gron'd and sigh't at such a chearfull sight Her body more than meger pale her hew Her teeth all rusty still shee looks askew Her brest with gall her tongue with poyson sweld Shee only laught when shee sad sights beheld Her euer-waking cares exil'd soft sleep Who looks on good successe with eyes that w●ep Repining pines who wounding others bleeds And on her selfe reuengeth her misdeeds Although Tritonia did the Hag detest Yet briefely thus her pleasure shee exprest Aglauros one of the Cecropides Doe thou infest with thy accurst disease This said the hastie Goddesse doth aduance Her body with her earth-repelling lance Enuic pursues her with a wicked eye Much grieu'd at her preuayling industrie Wrapt in darke clouds which way so ere she turns The Corne she lodges flowry pastures burns Crops what growes high Towns Nations with her breath Pollutes and Vertue persecutes to death When shee the faire Athenian towres beheld Which so in wealth in learned Arts exceld And feastfull Peace to crie shee scarce forbeares In that shee saw no argument for teares When shee Aglaur●s lodging entred had Shee gladly executes what Pallas bade Her cancred hand vpon her brest shee lay'd And crooked thornes into her heart conuay'd And breath'd in banefull poyson which shee sheads Into her bones and through her liuer spreads And that her enuy might not want a cause The God in his diuinest forme shee drawes And with it sets before her wounded eyes Her happy sister and their nuptiall ioyes Augmenting all These secret woes excite And gnaw her soule Shee sighes all day all night And with a slow infection melts away Like Ice before the Sunnes vncertaine ray Faire Herse's happy state such heart-burne breeds In her black bosom as when spiny weeds Are set on fire which without flame consume And seem so small their heat to burne with fume Oft shee resolues to die such sights to shun Oft by disclosing to haue both vndon Now sits shee on the threshold to preuent The Gods accesse who with lost blandishment And his best Art perswades Quoth shee forbeare I cannot be remou'd if you stay here I to this bargain he reply'd will stand The doore then forces with his figured wand Striuing to rise to second her debate Her hips could not remoue prest with dull waight Againe shee struggl'd to haue stood on end But those v●●supple sinewes would not bend OVID'S METAMORPHOSIS The third Booke THE ARGVMENT ARm'd troops from Dragons late-sowne teeth arise By his owne Hounds the Hart Actaeon dyes Iuno a Beldame Semele doth frie In wisht imbraces Bacehus from Ioue's thigh Takes second birth The wise Tiresias twice Doth change his sex Scorn'd Eccho pines t' a voice Selfe-lou'd Narcissus to a Daffadill Bacchus a Boy The Tyrrhen's ship stands still With Iuy mor'd Strange shapes the Saylers fright Who Dolphines turne and still in ships delight ANd now the God ariuing with his Rape At sacred Creet resumes his heauenly shape