Race O long expected to my dear Embrace Once more 't is giv'n me to behold your Face The Love and Pious Duty which you pay Have pass'd the Perils of so hard a way 'T is true computing times I now believ'd The happy Day approach'd nor are my Hope 's deceiv'd What length of Lands what Oceans have you pass'd What Storms sustain'd and on what Shores been cast How have I fear'd your Fate But fear'd it most When Love assail'd you on the Lybian Coast To this the Filial Duty thus replies Your sacred Ghost before my sleeping Eyes Appear'd and often urg'd this painful Enterprise After long tossing on the Tyrrhene Sea My Navy rides at Anchor in the Bay But reach your Hand oh Parent Shade nor shun The dear Embraces of your longing Son He said and falling Tears his Face bedew Then thrice around his Neck his Arms he threw And thrice the flitting Shadow slip'd away Like Winds or empty Dreams that fly the Day Now in a secret Vale the Trojan sees A sep'rate Grove thro' which a gentle Breeze Plays with a passing Breath and whispers thro' the Trees And just before the Confines of the Wood The gliding Lethe leads her silent Flood About the Boughs an Airy Nation flew Thick as the humming Bees that hunt the Golden Dew In Summer's heat on tops of Lillies feed And creep within their Bells to suck the balmy Seed The winged Army roams the Fields around The Rivers and the Rocks remurmur to the sound Aeneas wond'ring stood Then ask'd the Cause Which to the Stream the Crowding People draws Then thus the Sire The Souls that throng the Flood Are those to Whom by Fate are other Bodies ow'd In Lethe's Lake they long Oblivion tast Of future Life secure forgetful of the Past Long has my Soul desir'd this time and place To set before your sight your glorious Race That this presaging Joy may fire your Mind To seek the Shores by Destiny design'd O Father can it be that Souls sublime Return to visit our Terrestrial Clime And that the Gen'rous Mind releas'd by Death Can Covet lazy Limbs and Mortal Breath Anchises then in order thus begun To clear those Wonders to his Godlike Son Know first that Heav'n and Earth's compacted Frame And flowing Waters and the starry Flame And both the Radiant Lights one Common Soul Inspires and feeds and animates the whole This Active Mind infus'd through all the Space Unites and mingles with the mighty Mass Hence Men and Beasts the Breath of Life obtain And Birds of Air and Monsters of the Main Th' Etherial Vigour is in all the same And every Soul is fill'd with equal Flame As much as Earthy Limbs and gross allay Of Mortal Members subject to decay Blunt not the Beams of Heav'n and edge of Day From this course Mixture of Terrestial parts Desire and Fear by turns possess their Hearts And Grief and Joy Nor can the groveling Mind In the dark Dungeon of the Limbs confin'd Assert the Native Skies or own its heav'nly Kind Nor Death it self can wholly wash their Stains But long contracted Filth ev'n in the Soul remains The Reliques of inveterate Vice they wear And Spots of Sin obscene in ev'ry Face appear For this are various Penances enjoyn'd And some are hung to bleach upon the Wind Some plung'd in Waters others purg'd in Fires Till all the Dregs are drain'd and all the Rust expires All have their Manes and those Manes bear The few so cleans'd to these Abodes repair And breath in ample Fields the soft Elysian Air. Then are they happy when by length of time The Scurf is worn away of each committed Crime No Speck is left of their habitual Stains But the pure Aether of the Soul remains But when a Thousand rowling Years are past So long their Punishments and Penance last Whole Droves of Minds are by the driving God Compell'd to drink the deep Lethaean Flood In large forgetful draughts to steep the Cares Of their past Labours and their Irksom Years That unrememb'ring of its former Pain The Soul may suffer mortal Flesh again Thus having said the Father Spirit leads The Priestess and his Son through Swarms of Shades And takes a rising Ground from thence to see The long Procession of his Progeny Survey pursu'd the Sire this airy Throng As offer'd to thy view they pass along These are th' Italian Names which Fate will join With ours and graff upon the Trojan Line Observe the Youth who first appears in sight And holds the nearest Station to the Light Already seems to snuff the vital Air And leans just forward on a shining Spear Silvius is he thy last begotten Race But first in order sent to fill thy place An Alban Name but mix'd with Dardan Blood Born in the Covert of a shady Wood Him fair Lavinia thy surviving Wife Shall breed in Groves to lead a solitary Life In Alba he shall fix his Royal Seat And born a King a Race of Kings beget Then Procas Honour of the Trojan Name Capys and Numitor of endless Fame A second Silvius after these appears Silvius Aeneas for thy Name he bears For Arms and Justice equally renown'd Who late restor'd in Alba shall be crown'd How great they look how vig'rously they wield Their weighty Lances and sustain the Shield But they who crown'd with Oaken Wreaths appear Shall Gabian Walls and strong Fidena rear Nomentum Bola with Pometia found And raise Colatian Tow'rs on Rocky Ground All these shall then be Towns of mighty Fame Tho' now they lye obscure and Lands without a Name See Romulus the great born to restore The Crown that once his injur'd Grandsire wore This Prince a Priestess of our Blood shall bear And like his Sire in Arms he shall appear Two rising Crests his Royal Head adorn Born from a God himself to Godhead born His Sire already signs him for the Skies And marks his Seat amidst the Deities Auspicious Chief thy Race in times to come Shall spread the Conquests of Imperial Rome Rome whose ascending Tow'rs shall Heav'n invade Involving Earth and Ocean in her Shade High as the Mother of the Gods in place And proud like her of an Immortal Race Then when in Pomp she makes the Phrygian round With Golden Turrets on her Temples crown'd A hundred Gods her sweeping Train supply Her Offspring all and all command the Sky Now fix your Sight and stand intent to see Your Roman Race and Julian Progeny The mighty Caesar waits his vital Hour Impatient for the World and grasps his promis'd Pow'r But next behold the Youth of Form Divine Caesar himself exalted in his Line Augustus promis'd oft and long foretold Sent to the Realm that Saturn rul'd of old Born to restore a better Age of Gold Affrick and India shall his Pow'r obey He shall extend his propagated Sway Beyond the Solar Year without the starry Way Where Atlas turns the rowling Heav'ns around And his broad Shoulders with their Lights are crown'd At his fore-seen
our Lays And in our Mother Tongue resound his Praise Thin Cakes in Chargers and a Guilty Goat Dragg'd by the Horns be to his Altars brought Whose offer'd Entrails shall his Crime reproach And drip their Fatness from the Hazle Broach To dress thy Vines new labour is requir'd Nor must the painful Husbandman be tir'd For thrice at least in Compass of the Year Thy Vineyard must employ the sturdy Steer To turn the Glebe besides thy daily pain To break the Clods and make the Surface plain T' unload the Branches or the Leaves to thin That suck the Vital Moisture of the Vine Thus in a Circle runs the Peasant's Pain And the Year rowls within it self again Ev'n in the lowest Months when Storms have shed From Vines the hairy Honours of their Head Not then the drudging Hind his Labour ends But to the coming Year his Care extends Ev'n then the naked Vine he persecutes His Pruning Knife at once Reforms and Cuts Be first to dig the Ground be first to burn The Branches lopt and first the Props return Into thy House that bore the burden'd Vines But last to reap the Vintage of thy Wines Twice in the Year luxuriant Leaves o'reshade The incumber'd Vine rough Brambles twice invade Hard Labour both commend the large excess Of spacious Vineyards cultivate the less Besides in Woods the Shrubs of prickly Thorn Sallows and Reeds on Banks of Rivers born Remain to cut for Vineyards useful found To stay thy Vines and fence thy fruitful Ground Nor when thy tender Trees at length are bound When peaceful Vines from Pruning Hooks are free When Husbands have survey'd the last degree And utmost Files of Plants and order'd ev'ry Tree Ev'n when they sing at ease in full Content Insulting o're the Toils they underwent Yet still they find a future Task remain To turn the Soil and break the Clods again And after all their Joys are unsincere While falling Rains on ripening Grapes they fear Quite opposite to these are Olives found No dressing they require and dread no wound Nor Rakes nor Harrows need but fix'd below Rejoyce in open Air and unconcerndly grow The Soil it self due Nourishment supplies Plough but the Furrows and the Fruits arise Content with small Endeavours 'till they spring Soft Peace they figure and sweet Plenty bring Then Olives plant and Hymns to Pallas sing Thus Apple Trees whose Trunks are strong to bear Their spreading Boughs exert themselves in Air Want no supply but stand secure alone Not trusting foreign Forces but their own 'Till with the ruddy freight the bending Branches groan Thus Trees of Nature and each common Bush Uncultivated thrive and with red Berries blush Vile Shrubs are shorn for Browze the tow'ring hight Of unctuous Trees are Torches for the Night And shall we doubt indulging easie Sloath To sow to set and to reform their growth To leave the lofty Plants the lowly kind Are for the Shepherd or the Sheep design'd Ev'n humble Broom and Osiers have their use And Shade for Sleep and Food for Flocks produce Hedges for Corn and Honey for the Bees Besides the pleasing Prospect of the Trees How goodly looks Cytorus ever green With Boxen Groves with what delight are seen Narycian Woods of Pitch whose gloomy shade Seems for retreat of thoughtful Muses made But much more pleasing are those Fields to see That need not Ploughs nor Human Industry Ev'n cold Caucasean Rocks with Trees are spread And wear green Forests on their hilly Head Tho' bending from the blast of Eastern Storms Tho' shent their Leaves and shatter'd are their Arms Yet Heav'n their various Plants for use designs For Houses Cedars and for Shipping Pines Cypress provides for Spokes and Wheels of Wains And all for Keels of Ships that scour the watry Plains Willows in Twigs are fruitful Elms in Leaves The War from stubborn Myrtle Shafts receives From Cornels Jav'lins and the tougher Yeugh Receives the bending Figure of a Bow Nor Box nor Limes without their use are made Smooth-grain'd and proper for the Turner's Trade Which curious Hands may kerve and Steel with Ease invade Light Alder stems the Po's impetuous Tide And Bees in hollow Oaks their Hony hide Now ballance with these Gifts the fumy Joys Of Wine attended with eternal Noise Wine urg'd to lawless Lust the Centaurs Train Thro' Wine they quarrell'd and thro' Wine were slain Oh happy if he knew his happy State The Swain who free from Business and Debate Receives his easy Food from Nature's Hand And just Returns of cultivated Land No Palace with a lofty Gate he wants T' admit the Tydes of early Visitants With eager Eyes devouring as they pass The breathing Figures of Corinthian Brass No Statues threaten from high Pedestals No Persian Arras hides his homely Walls With Antick Vests which thro' their shady fold Betray the Streaks of ill dissembl'd Gold He boasts no Wool whose native white is dy'd With Purple Poyson of Assyrian Pride No costly Drugs of Araby defile With foreign Scents the Sweetness of his Oyl But easie Quiet a secure Retreat A harmless Life that knows not how to cheat With homebred Plenty the rich Owner bless And rural Pleasures crown his Happiness Unvex'd with Quarrels undisturb'd with Noise The Country King his peaceful Realm enjoys Cool Grots and living Lakes the Flow'ry Pride Of Meads and Streams that thro' the Valley glide And shady Groves that easie Sleep invite And after toilsome Days a sweet repose at Night Wild Beasts of Nature in his Woods abound And Youth of Labour patient plow the Ground Inur'd to Hardship and to homely Fare Nor venerable Age is wanting there In great Examples to the Youthful Train Nor are the Gods ador'd with Rites prophane From hence Astrea took her Flight and here the Prints of her departing Steps appear Ye sacred Muses with whose Beauty fir'd My Soul is ravish'd and my Brain inspir'd Whose Priest I am whose holy Fillets wear Wou'd you your Virgil's first Petition hear Give me the Ways of wandring Stars to know The Depths of Heav'n above and Earth below Teach me the various Labours of the Moon And whence proceed th' Eclipses of the Sun Why flowing Tides prevail upon the Main And in what dark Recess they shrink again What shakes the solid Earth what Cause delays The Summer Nights and shortens Winter Days But if my heavy Blood restrain the Flight Of my free Soul aspiring to the Height Of Nature and unclouded Fields of Light My next Desire is void of Care and Strife To lead a soft secure inglorious Life A Country Cottage near a Crystal Flood A winding Vally and a lofty Wood. Some God conduct me to the sacred Shades Where Bacchanals are sung by Spartan Maids Or lift me high to Hemus hilly Crown Or in the Plains of Tempe lay me down Or lead me to some solitary Place And cover my Retreat from Human Race Happy the Man who studying Nature's Laws Thro' known Effects can trace the secret Cause His Mind possessing
fierce a Rage the foaming Flood Roars when he finds his rapid Course withstood Bears down the Dams with unresisted sway And sweeps the Cattle and the Cots away These Eyes beheld him when he march'd between The Brother-Kings I saw th' unhappy Queen The hundred Wives and where old Priam stood To stain his hallow'd Altar with his Blood The fifty Nuptial Beds such Hopes had he So large a Promise of a Progeny The Posts of plated Gold and hung with Spoils Fell the Reward of the proud Victor's Toils Where e're the raging Fire had left a space The Grecians enter and possess the Place Perhaps you may of Priam's Fate enquire He when he saw his Regal Town on fire His ruin'd Palace and his ent'ring Foes On ev'ry side inevitable woes In Arms disus'd invests his Limbs decay'd Like them with Age a late and useless aid His feeble shoulders scarce the weight sustain Loaded not arm'd he creeps along with pain Despairing of Success ambitious to be slain Uncover'd but by Heav'n there stood in view An Altar near the hearth a Lawrel grew Dodder'd with Age whose Boughs encompass round The Household Gods and shade the holy Ground Here Hecuba with all her helpless Train Of Dames for shelter sought but sought in vain Driv'n like a Flock of Doves along the skie Their Images they hugg and to their Altars fly The Queen when she beheld her trembling Lord And hanging by his side a heavy Sword What Rage she cry'd has seiz'd my Husband's mind What Arms are these and to what use design'd These times want other aids were Hector here Ev'n Hector now in vain like Priam wou'd appear With us one common shelter thou shalt find Or in one common Fate with us be join'd She said and with a last Salute embrac'd The poor old Man and by the Lawrel plac'd Behold Polites one of Priam's Sons Pursu'd by Pyrrhus there for safety runs Thro Swords and Foes amaz'd and hurt he flies Through empty Courts and open Galleries Him Pyrrhus urging with his Lance pursues And often reaches and his thrusts renews The Youth transfix'd with lamentable Cries Expires before his wretched Parent 's Eyes Whom gasping at his feet when Priam saw The Fear of death gave place to Nature's Law And shaking more with Anger than with Age The Gods said He requite thy brutal Rage As sure they will Barbarian sure they must If there be Gods in Heav'n and Gods be just Who tak'st in Wrongs an insolent delight With a Son's death t' infect a Father's sight Not He whom thou and lying Fame conspire To call thee his Not He thy vaunted Sire Thus us'd my wretched Age The Gods he fear'd The Laws of Nature and of Nations heard He chear'd my Sorrows and for Sums of Gold The bloodless Carcass of my Hector sold Pity'd the Woes a Parent underwent And sent me back in safety from his Tent. This said his feeble hand a Javelin threw Which flutt'ring seem'd to loiter as it flew Just and but barely to the Mark it held And faintly tinckl'd on the Brazen Shield Then Pyrrhus thus go thou from me to Fate And to my Father my foul deeds relate Now dye with that he dragg'd the trembling Sire Slidd'ring through clotter'd Blood and holy Mire The mingl'd Paste his murder'd Son had made Haul'd from beneath the violated Shade And on the Sacred Pile the Royal Victim laid To y e Right Hon ble Roger Earle of Orrery Baron of Broghill ct AE 2. l 765. His right Hand held his bloody Fauchion bare His left he twisted in his hoary Hair Then with a speeding Thrust his Heart he found The lukewarm Blood came rushing through the wound And sanguine Streams distain'd the sacred Ground Thus Priam fell and shar'd one common Fate With Troy in Ashes and his ruin'd State He who the Scepter of all Asia sway'd Whom Monarchs like domestick Slaves obey'd On the bleak Shoar now lies th' abandon'd King A headless Carcass and a nameless thing Then not before I felt my crudled Blood Congeal with Fear my Hair with horror stood My Father's Image fill'd my pious Mind Lest equal Years might equal Fortune find Again I thought on my forsaken Wife And trembl'd for my Son 's abandon'd Life I look'd about but found my self alone Deserted at my need my Friends were gone Some spent with Toil some with Despair oppress'd Leap'd headlong from the Heights the Flames consum'd the rest Thus wand'ring in my way without a Guide The graceless Helen in the Porch I spy'd Of Vesta's Temple there she lurk'd alone Muffled she sate and what she cou'd unknown But by the Flames that cast their Blaze around That common Bane of Greece and Troy I found For Ilium burnt she dreads the Trojan Sword More dreads the Vengeance of her injur'd Lord Ev'n by those Gods who refug'd her abhorr'd Trembling with Rage the Strumpet I regard Resolv'd to give her Guilt the due reward Shall she triumphant sail before the Wind And leave in Flames unhappy Troy behind Shall she her Kingdom and her Friends review In State attended with a Captive Crew While unreveng'd the good old Priam falls And Grecian Fires consume the Trojan Walls For this the Phrygian Fields and Xanthian Flood Were swell'd with Bodies and were drunk with Blood 'T is true a Souldier can small Honour gain And boast no Conquest from a Woman slain Yet shall the Fact not pass without Applause Of Vengeance taken in so just a Cause The punish'd Crime shall set my Soul at ease And murm'ring Manes of my Friends appease Thus while I rave a gleam of pleasing Light Spread o're the Place and shining Heav'nly bright My Mother stood reveal'd before my Sight Never so radiant did her Eyes appear Not her own Star confess'd a Light so clear Great in her Charms as when on Gods above She looks and breaths her self into their Love She held my hand the destin'd Blow to break Then from her rosie Lips began to speak My Son from whence this Madness this neglect Of my Commands and those whom I protect Why this unmanly Rage Recall to mind Whom you forsake what Pledges leave behind Look if your helpless Father yet survive Or if Ascanius or Creusa live Around your House the greedy Grecians err And these had perish'd in the nightly War But for my Presence and protecting Care Not Helen's Face nor Paris was in fault But by the Gods was this Destruction brought Now cast your Eyes around while I dissolve The Mists and Films that mortal Eyes involve Purge from your sight the Dross and make you see The Shape of each avenging Deity Enlighten'd thus my just Commands fulfill Nor fear Obedience to your Mother's Will Where you disorder'd heap of Ruin lies Stones rent from Stones where Clouds of dust arise Amid that smother Neptune holds his place Below the Wall 's foundation drives his Mace And heaves the Building from the solid Base Look where in Arms Imperial Juno stands Full in the
headlong down The Trojan fix'd his view And scarcely through the gloom the sullen Shadow knew Then thus the Prince What envious Pow'r O Friend Brought your lov'd life to this disastrous end For Phoebus ever true in all he said Has in your fate alone my Faith betray'd The God foretold you shou'd not die before You reach'd secure from Seas th' Italian Shore Is this th' unerring Pow'r The Ghost reply'd Nor Phoebus flatter'd nor his Answers ly'd Nor envious Gods have sent me to the Deep But while the Stars and course of Heav'n I keep My weary'd Eyes were seiz'd with fatal sleep I fell and with my weight the Helm constrain'd Was drawn along which yet my gripe retain'd Now by the Winds and raging Waves I swear Your Safety more than mine was then my Care Lest of the Guide bereft the Rudder lost Your Ship shou'd run against the the rocky Coast Three blust'ring Nights born by the Southern blast I floated and discover'd Land at last High on a Mounting Wave my head I bore Forcing my Strength and gath'ring to the Shore Panting but but past the danger now I seiz'd The Craggy Cliffs and my tyr'd Members eas'd While cumber'd with my dropping Cloaths I lay The cruel Nation covetous of Prey Stain'd with my Blood th' unhospitable Coast And now by Winds and Waves my lifeless Limbs are tost Which O avert by yon Etherial Light Which I have lost for this eternal Night Or if by dearer tyes you may be won By your dead Sire and by your living Son Redeem from this Reproach my wand'ring Ghost Or with your Navy seek the Velin Coast And in a peaceful Grave my Corps compose Or if a nearer way your Mother shows Without whose Aid you durst not undertake This frightful Passage o're the Stygian Lake Lend to this Wretch your Hand and waft him o're To the sweet Banks of yon forbidden Shore Scarce had he said the Prophetess began What Hopes delude thee miserable Man Think'st thou thus unintomb'd to cross the Floods To view the Furies and Infernal Gods And visit without leave the dark abodes Attend the term of long revolving Years Fate and the dooming Gods are deaf to Tears This Comfort of thy dire Misfortune take The Wrath of Heav'n inflicted for thy sake With Vengeance shall pursue th' inhumane Coast Till they propitiate thy offended Ghost And raise a Tomb with Vows and solemn Pray'r And Palinurus name the Place shall bear This calm'd his Cares sooth'd with his future Fame And pleas'd to hear his propagated Name Now nearer to the Stygian Lake they draw Whom from the Shore the surly Boatman saw Observ'd their Passage thro' the shady Wood And mark'd their near Approaches to the Flood Then thus he call'd aloud inflam'd with Wrath Mortal what e're who this forbidden Path In Arms presum'st to tread I charge thee stand And tell thy Name and Buis'ness in the Land Know this the Realm of Night the Stygian Shore My Boat conveys no living Bodies o're Nor was I pleas'd great Theseus once to bear Who forc'd a Passage with his pointed Spear Nor strong Alcides Men of mighty Fame And from th' immortal Gods their Lineage came In Fetters one the barking Porter ty'd And took him trembling from his Sov'raign's side Two sought by Force to seize his beauteous Bride To whom the Sibyl thus compose thy Mind Nor Frauds are here contriv'd nor Force design'd Still may the Dog the wand'ring Troops constrain Of Airy Ghosts and vex the guilty Train And with her grisly Lord his lovely Queen remain The Trojan Chief whose Lineage is from Jove Much fam'd for Arms and more for filial Love Is sent to seek his Sire in your Elisian Grove If neither Piety nor Heav'n's Command Can gain his Passage to the Stygian Strand This fatal Present shall prevail at least Then shew'd the shining Bough conceal'd within her Vest No more was needful for the gloomy God Stood mute with Awe to see the Golden Rod Admir'd the destin'd Off'ring to his Queen A venerable Gift so rarely seen His Fury thus appeas'd he puts to Land The Ghosts forsake their Seats at his Command He clears the Deck receives the mighty Freight The leaky Vessel groans beneath the weight Slowly he sails and scarcely stems the Tides The pressing Water pours within her sides His Passengers at length are wafted o're Expos'd in muddy Weeds upon the miry Shore No sooner landed in his Den they found The triple Porter of the Stygian Sound Grim Cerberus who soon began to rear His crested Snakes and arm'd his bristling Hair The prudent Sibyl had before prepar'd A Sop in Honey steep'd to charm the Guard Which mix'd with pow'rful Drugs she cast before His greedy grinning Jaws just op'd to roar With three enormous Mouths he gapes and streight With Hunger prest devours the pleasing Bait. Long draughts of Sleep his monstrous Limbs enslave He reels and falling fills the spacious Cave The Keeper charm'd the Chief without Delay Pass'd on and took th' irremeable way Before the Gates the Cries of Babes new born Whom Fate had from their tender Mothers torn Assault his Ears Then those whom Form of Laws Condemn'd to die when Traitors judg'd their Cause Nor want they Lots nor Judges to review The wrongful Sentence and award a new Minos the strict Inquisitor appears And Lives and Crimes with his Assessors hears Round in his Urn the blended Balls he rowls Absolves the Just and dooms the Guilty Souls The next in Place and Punishment are they Who prodigally throw their Souls away Fools who repining at their wretched State And loathing anxious life suborn'd their Fate With late Repentance now they wou'd retrieve The Bodies they forsook and wish to live Their Pains and Poverty desire to bear To view the Light of Heav'n and breath the vital Air But Fate forbids the Stygian Floods oppose And with nine circling Streams the captive Souls inclose Not far from thence the mournful Fields appear So call'd from Lovers that inhabit there The Souls whom that unhappy Flame invades In secret Solitude and Myrtle Shades Make endless Moans and pining with Desire Lament too late their unextinguish'd Fire Here Procris Eryphile here he found Baring her Breast yet bleeding with the Wound Made by her Son He saw Pasiphae there With Phaedra's Ghost a foul incestuous pair Chast Laodamia with Evadne moves Unhappy both but loyal in their Loves Caeneus a Woman once and once a Man But ending in the Sex she first began Not far from these Phoenician Dido stood Fresh from her Wound her Bosom bath'd in Blood Whom when the Trojan Heroe hardly knew Obscure in Shades and with a doubtful view Doubtful as he who sees thro' dusky Night Or thinks he sees the Moon 's uncertain Light With Tears he first approach'd the sullen Shade And as his Love inspir'd him thus he said Unhappy Queen then is the common breath Of Rumour true in your reported Death And I alas the Cause by Heav'n I vow And
of thine are fix'd and stand entire Thou shalt behold thy wish'd Lavinian Walls And ripe for Heav'n when Fate Aeneas calls Then shalt thou bear him up sublime to me No Councils have revers'd my firm Decree And lest new Fears disturb thy happy State Know I have search'd the Mystick Rolls of Fate Thy Son nor is th' appointed Season far In Italy shall wage succesful War Shall tame fierce Nations in the bloody Field And Sov'raign Laws impose and Cities build 'Till after ev'ry Foe sub du'd the Sun Thrice through the Signs his Annual Race shall run This is his time prefix'd Ascanius then Now called Julus shall begin his Reign He thirty rowling Years the Crown shall wear Then from Lavinium shall the Seat transfer And with hard Labour Alba-longa build The Throne with his Succession shall be fill'd Three hundred Circuits more then shall be seen Ilia the fair a Priestess and a Queen Who full of Mars in time with kindly Throws Shall at a Birth two goodly Boys disclose The Royal Babes a tawny Wolf shall drain Then Romulus his Grandsire's Throne shall gain Of Martial Tow'rs the Founder shall become The People Romans call the City Rome To them no Bounds of Empire I assign Nor term of Years to their immortal Line Ev'â— haughty Juno who with endless Broils Earth Seas and Heav'n and Jove himself turmoils At length atton'd her friendly Pow'r shall joyn To cherish and advance the Trojan Line The subject World shall Rome's Dominion own And prostrate shall adore the Nation of the Gown An Age is ripening in revolving Fate When Troy shall overturn the Grecian State And sweet Revenge her conqu'ring Sons shall call To crush the People that conspir'd her Fall Then Caesar from the Julian Stock shall rise Whose Empire Ocean and whose Fame the Skies Alone shall bound Whom fraught with Eastern Spoils Our Heav'n the just Reward of Human Toyls Securely shall reward with Rites Divine And Incense shall ascend before his sacred Shrine Then dire Debate and impious War shall cease And the stern Age be softned into Peace Then banish'd Faith shall once again return And Vestal Fires in hallow'd Temples burn And Remus with Quirinus shall sustain The righteous Laws and Fraud and Force restrain Janus himself before his Fane shall wait And keep the dreadful issues of his Gate With Bolts and Iron Bars within remains Imprison'd Fury bound in brazen Chains High on a Trophie rais'd of useless Arms He sits and threats the World with vain Alarms He said and sent Cyllenius with Command To free the Ports and ope the Punique Land To Trojan Guests lest ignorant of Fate The Queen might force them from her Town and State Down from the Steep of Heav'n Cyllenius flies And cleaves with all his Wings the yielding Skies Soon on the Lybian Shoar descends the God Performs his Message and displays his Rod The surly Murmurs of the People cease And as the Fates requir'd they give the Peace The Queen her self suspends the rigid Laws The Trojans pities and protects their Cause Mean time in Shades of Night Aeneas lies Care seiz'd his Soul and Sleep forsook his Eyes But when the Sun restor'd the chearful Day He rose the Coast and Country to survey Anxious and eager to discover more It look'd a wild uncultivated Shoar But whether Human Kind or Beasts alone Possess'd the new-found Region was unknown Beneath a hollow Rock his Fleet he hides Tall Trees surround the Mountains shady sides The bending Brow above a safe Retreat provides Arm'd with two pointed Darts he leaves his Friends And true Achates on his steps attends Loe in the deep Recesses of the Wood Before his Eyes his Goddess Mother stood A Huntress in her Habit and her Meen Her dress a Maid her Air confess'd a Queen Bare were her Knees and knots her Garments bind Loose was her Hair and wanton'd in the Wind Her Hand sustain'd a Bow her Quiver hung behind She seem'd a Virgin of the Spartan Blood With such Array Harpalice bestrode Her Thracian Courser and outstrip'd the rapid Flood Ho! Strangers have you lately seen she said One of my Sisters like my self array'd Who crost the Lawn or in the Forest stray'd A Painted Quiver at her Back she bore Vary'd with Spots a Linx's Hide she wore And at full Cry pursu'd the tusky Boar Thus Venus Thus her Son reply'd agen None of your Sisters have we heard or seen To y e Right Hon ble Anne Countess of Exeter Wife to y e Right Hon ble John Earle of Exeter Baron Coecill of Burleigh AE 1. l. 435 O virgin or what other Name you bear A bove that stile O more than mortal fair Your Voice and Meen Coelestial birth betray If as you seem the Sister of the Day Or one at least of Chast Diana's Train Let not an humble Suppliant sue in vain But tell a Stranger long in Tempests tost What Earth we tread and who commands the Coast Then on your Name shall wretched Mortals call And offer'd Victims at your Altars fall I dare not she reply'd assume the Name Of Goddess or Coelestial Honours claim For Tyrian Virgins Bows and Quivers bear And Purple Buskins o're their Ankles wear Know gentle Youth in Lybian Lands you are A People rude in Peace and rough in War The rising City which from far you see Is Carthage and a Tyrian Colony Phenician Dido rules the growing State Who fled from Tyre to shun her Brother's hate Great were her wrongs her Story full of Fate Which I will sum in short Sicheus known For wealth and Brother to the Punic Throne Possess'd fair Dido's Bed And either heart At once was wounded with an equal Dart. Her Father gave her yet a spotless Maid Pigmalion then the Tyrian Scepter sway'd One who contemn'd Divine and Humane Laws Then Strife ensu'd and cursed Gold the Cause The Monarch blinded with desire of Wealth With Steel invades his Brother's life by stealth Before the sacred Altar made him bleed And long from her conceal'd the cruel deed Some Tale some new Pretence he daily coin'd To sooth his Sister and delude her Mind At length in dead of Night the Ghost appears Of her unhappy Lord the Spectre stares And with erected Eyes his bloody Bosom bares The cruel Altars and his Fate he tells And the dire Secret of his House reveals Then warns the Widdow with her household Gods To seek a Refuge in remote abodes Last to support her in so long a way He shows her where his hidden Treasure lay Admonish'd thus and seiz'd with mortal fright The Queen provides Companions of her flight They meet and all combine to leave the State Who hate the Tyrant or who fear his hate They seize a Fleet which ready rigg'd they find Nor is Pigmalion's Treasure left behind The Vessels heavy laden put to Sea With prosprous winds a Woman leads the way I know not if by stress of Weather driv'n Or was their fatal Course dispos'd by Heav'n At last they landed
Kindred Lines in Concord live And both in Acts of equal Friendship strive Our Fortunes good or bad shall be the same The double Troy shall differ but in Name That what we now begin may never end But long to late Posterity descend To Edward Browne Dr. in Physick AE 3. l. 625. Near the Ceraunean Rocks our Course we bore The shortest passage to th' Italian shore Now had the Sun withdrawn his radiant Light And Hills were hid in dusky Shades of Night We land and on the bosom of the Ground A safe Retreat and a bare Lodging found Close by the Shore we lay the Sailors keep Their watches and the rest securely sleep The Night proceeding on with silent pace Stood in her noon and view'd with equal Face Her steepy rise and her declining Race Then wakeful Palinurus rose to spie The face of Heav'n and the Nocturnal Skie And listen'd ev'ry breath of Air to try Observes the Stars and notes their sliding Course The Pleiads Hyads and their wat'ry force And both the Bears is careful to behold And bright Orion arm'd with burnish'd Gold Then when he saw no threat'ning Tempest Nigh But a sure promise of a settled Skie He gave the Sign to weigh we break our sleep Forsake the pleasing Shore and plow the deep And now the rising Morn with rosie light Adorns the Skies and puts the Stars to flight When we from far like bluish Mists descry The Hills and then the Plains of Italy Achates first pronounc'd the Joyful sound Then Italy the chearful Crew rebound My Sire Anchises crown'd a Cup with Wine And off'ring thus implor'd the Pow'rs Divine Ye Gods presiding over Lands and Seas And you who raging Winds and Waves appease Breath on our swelling Sails a prosp'rous Wind And smooth our Passage to the Port assign'd The gentle Gales their flagging force renew And now the happy Harbour is in view Minerva's Temple then salutes our sight Plac'd as a Land-mark on the Mountains height We furl our Sails and turn the Prows to shore The curling Waters round the Galleys roar The Land lies open to the raging East Then bending like a Bow with Rocks compress'd Shuts out the Storms the Winds and Waves complain And vent their malice on the Cliffs in vain The Port lies hid within on either side Two Tow'ring Rocks the narrow mouth divide The Temple which aloft we view'd before To distance flies and seems to shun the Shore Scarce landed the first Omens I beheld Were four white Steeds that crop'd the flow'ry Field War War is threaten'd from this Forreign Ground My Father cry'd where warlike Steeds are found Yet since reclaim'd to Chariots they submit And bend to stubborn Yokes and champ the Bitt Peace may succeed to Warr. Our way we bend To Pallas and the sacred Hill ascend There prostrate to the fierce Virago pray Whose Temple was the Land-Mark of our way Each with a Phrygian Mantle veil'd his Head And all Commands of Helenus obey'd And pious Rites to Grecian Juno paid These dues perform'd we stretch our Sails and stand To Sea forsaking that suspected Land From hence Tarentum's Bay appears in view For Hercules renown'd if Fame be true Just opposite Lacinian Juno stands Caulonian Tow'rs and Scylacaean Strands For Shipwrecks fear'd Mount Etna thence we spy Known by the smoaky Flames which Cloud the Skie Far off we hear the Waves with surly sound Invade the Rocks the Rocks their groans rebound The Billows break upon the sounding Strand And roul the rising Tide impure with Sand. Then thus Anchises in Experience old 'T is that Charibdis which the Seer foretold And those the promis'd Rocks bear off to Sea With haste the frighted Mariners obey First Palinurus to the Larboor'd veer'd Then all the Fleet by his Example steer'd To Heav'n aloft on ridgy Waves we ride Then down to Hell descend when they divide And thrice our Gallies knock'd the stony ground And thrice the hollow Rocks return'd the sound And thrice we saw the Stars that stood with dews around The flagging Winds forsook us with the Sun And weary'd on Cyclopean Shores we run The Port capacious and secure from Wind Is to the foot of thundring Etna joyn'd By turns a pitchy Cloud she rowls on high By turns hot Embers from her entrails fly And flakes of mounting Flames that lick the Skie Oft from her Bowels massy Rocks are thrown And shiver'd by the force come piece-meal down Oft liquid Lakes of burning Sulphur flow Fed from the fiery Springs that boil below Enceladus they say transfix'd by Jove With blasted Limbs came tumbling from above And where he fell th' Avenging Father drew This flaming Hill and on his Body threw As often as he turns his weary sides He shakes the solid Isle and smoke the Heavens hides In shady Woods we pass the tedious Night Where bellowing Sounds and Groans our Souls affright Of which no Cause is offer'd to the sight For not one Star was kindled in the Skie Nor cou'd the Moon her borrow'd Light supply For misty Clouds invovl'd the Firmament The Stars were muffled and the Moon was pent Scarce had the rising Sun the day reveal'd Scarce had his heat the pearly dews dispell'd When from the Woods there bolts before our sight Somewhat betwixt a Mortal and a Spright So thin so ghastly meagre and so wan So bare of flesh he scarce resembled Man This thing all tatter'd seem'd from far t'implore Our pious aid and pointed to the Shore We look behind then view his shaggy Beard His Cloaths were tagg'd with Thorns and Filth his Limbs besmear'd The rest in Meen in habit and in Face Appear'd a Greek and such indeed he was He cast on us from far a frightful view Whom soon for Trojans and for Foes he knew Stood still and paus'd then all at once began To stretch his Limbs and trembled as he ran Soon as approach'd upon his Knees he falls And thus with Tears and Sighs for pity calls Now by the Pow'rs above and what we share As Nature's common Gift this vital Air O Trojans take me hence I beg no more But bear me far from this unhappy Shore 'T is true I am a Greek and farther own Among your Foes besieg'd th' Imperial Town For such Demerits if my death be due No more for this abandon'd life I sue This only Favour let my Tears obtain To throw me headlong in the rapid Main Since nothing more than Death my Crime demands I dye content to dye by human Hands He said and on his Knees my Knees embrac'd I bad him boldly tell his Fortune past His present State his Lineage and his Name Th' occasion of his Fears and whence he came The good Anchises rais'd him with his Hand Who thus encourag'd answer'd our Demand From Ithaca my native Soil I came To Troy and Achaemenides my Name Me my poor Father with Ulysses sent Oh had I stay'd with Poverty content But fearful for themselves my Country-men Left me forsaken in the Cyclop's Den.
and I go A glorious Name among the Ghosts below A lofty City by my Hands is rais'd Pygmalion punish'd and my Lord appeas'd What cou'd my Fortune have afforded more Had the false Trojan never touch'd my Shore Then kiss'd the Couch and must I die she said And unreveng'd 't is doubly to be dead Yet ev'n this Death with Pleasure I receive On any Terms 't is better than to live These Flames from far may the false Trojan view These boding Omens his base flight pursue She said and struck Deep enter'd in her side The piercing Steel with reeking Purple dy'd Clog'd in the Wound the cruel Weapon stands The spouting Blood came streaming on her Hands Her sad Attendants saw the deadly Stroke And with loud Cries the sounding Palace shook Distracted from the fatal sight they fled And thro the Town the dismal Rumor spread First from the frighted Court the Yell began Redoubled thence from House to House it ran The groans of Men with Shrieks Laments and Cries Of mixing Women mount the vaulted Skies Not less the Clamour than if ancient Tyre Or the new Carthage set by Foes on Fire The rowling Ruin with their lov'd Abodes Involv'd the blazing Temples of their Gods Her Sister hears and furious with Despair She beats her Breast and rends her yellow Hair And calling on Eliza's Name aloud Runs breathless to the Place and breaks the Crowd Was all that Pomp of Woe for this prepar'd These Fires this Fun'ral Pile these Altars rear'd Was all this Train of Plots contriv'd said she All only to deceive unhappy me Which is the worst didst thou in Death pretend To scorn thy Sister or delude thy Friend Thy summon'd Sister and thy Friend had come One Sword had serv'd us both one common Tomb. Was I to raise the Pile the Pow'rs invoke Not to be present at the fatal Stroke At once thou hast destroy'd thy self and me Thy Town thy Senate and thy Colony Bring Water bathe the Wound while I in death Lay close my Lips to hers and catch the flying Breath This said she mounts the Pile with eager haste And in her Arms the gasping Queen embrac'd Her Temples chaf'd and her own Garments tore To stanch the streaming Blood and cleanse the Gore Thrice Dido try'd to raise her drooping Head And fainting thrice fell grov'ling on the Bed Thrice op'd her heavy Eyes and sought the Light But having found it sicken'd at the sight And clos'd her Lids at last in endless Night Then Juno grieving that she shou'd sustain A Death so ling'ring and so full of Pain Sent Iris down to free her from the Strife Of lab'ring Nature and dissolve her Life For since she dy'd not doom'd by Heav'ns Decree Or her own Crime but Human Casualty And rage of Love that plung'd her in Despair The Sisters had not cut the topmost Hair Which Proserpine and they can only know Nor made her sacred to the Shades below Downward the various Goodess took her flight And drew a thousand Colours from the Light Then stood above the dying Lover's Head And said I thus devote thee to the dead This Off'ring to the Infernal Gods I bear Thus while she spoke she cut the fatal Hair The strugling Soul was loos'd and Life dissolv'd in Air. The Fifth Book of the Aeneis The Argument Aeneas setting sail from Africk is driven by a Storm on the Coasts of Sicily Where he is hospitably receiv'd by his friend Acestes King of part of the Island and born of Trojan Parentage He applies himself to celebrate the Memory of his Father with Divine Honours And accordingly institutes Funeral Games and appoints Prizes for those who shou'd conquer in them While the Ceremonies were performing Juno sends Iris to perswade the Trojan Women to burn the Ships who upon her instigation set fire to them which burnt four and would have consum'd the rest had not Jupiter by a miraculous Shower extinguish'd it Upon this Aeneas by the advice of one of his Generals and a Vision of his Father builds a City for the Women Old Men and others who were either unfit for War or weary of the Voyage and sails for Italy Venus procures of Neptune a safe Voyage for him and all his Men excepting only his Pilot Palinurus who was unfortunately lost To the most Illustrious Prince Charles Duke of S t Albans Master Falconer to his Ma ty and Captaine of y e Hon ble Band of Gen t Pensioners AE 5. l. 2. MEan time the Trojan cuts his wat'ry way Fix'd on his Voyage thro the curling Sea Then casting back his Eyes with dire Amaze Sees on the Punic Shore the mounting Blaze The Cause unknown yet his presaging Mind The Fate of Dido from the Fire divin'd He knew the stormy Souls of Woman-kind What secret Springs their eager Passions move How capable of Death for injur'd Love Dire Auguries from hence the Trojans draw 'Till neither Fires nor shining Shores they saw Now Seas and Skies their Prospect only bound An empty space above a floating Field around But soon the Heav'ns with shadows were o'respread A swelling Cloud hung hov'ring o're their Head Livid it look'd the threatning of a Storm Then Night and Horror Ocean's Face deform The Pilot Palinurus cry'd aloud What Gusts of Weather from that gath'ring Cloud My Thoughts presage e're yet the Tempest roars Stand to your Tackle Mates and stretch your Oars Contract your swelling Sails and luff to Wind The frighted Crew perform the Task assign'd Then to his fearless Chief not Heav'n said he Tho Jove himself shou'd promise Italy Can stem the Torrent of this raging Sea Mark how the shifting Winds from West arise And what collected Night involves the Skies Nor can our shaken Vessels live at Sea Much less against the Tempest force their way 'T is Fate diverts our Course and Fate we must obey Not far from hence if I observ'd aright The southing of the Stars and Polar Light Sicilia lies whose hospitable Shores In safety we may reach with strugling Oars Aeneas then reply'd too sure I find We strive in vain against the Seas and Wind Now shift your Sails What place can please me more Than what you promise the Sicilian Shore Whose hallow'd Earth Anchises Bones contains And where a Prince of Trojan Lineage reigns The Course resolv'd before the Western Wind They scud amain and make the Port assign'd Mean time Acestes from a lofty Stand Beheld the Fleet descending on the Land And not unmindful of his ancient Race Down from the Cliff he ran with eager Pace And held the Heroe in a strict Embrace Of a rough Lybian Bear the Spoils he wore And either Hand a pointed Jav'lin bore His Mother was a Dame of Dardan Blood His Sire Crinisus a Sicilian Flood He welcomes his returning Friends ashore With plenteous Country Cates and homely Store Now when the following Morn had chas'd away The flying Stars and light restor'd the Day Aeneas call'd the Trojan Troops around And thus bespoke them
Anchors drop'd his Crew the Vessels moor They turn their Heads to Sea their Sterns to Land And greet with greedy Joy th' Italian Strand Some strike from clashing Flints their fiery Seed Some gather Sticks the kindled Flames to feed Or search for hollow Trees and fell the Woods Or trace thro Valleys the discover'd Floods Thus while their sev'ral Charges they fulfil The Pious Prince ascends the sacred Hill Where Phoebus is ador'd and seeks the Shade Which hides from sight his venerable Maid Deep in a Cave the Sibyl makes abode Thence full of Fate returns and of the God Thro Trivia's Grove they walk and now behold And enter now the Temple roof'd with Gold When Dedalus to shun the Cretan Shore His heavy Limbs on jointed Pinions bore The first who sail'd in Air 't is sung by Fame To the Cumaean Coast at length he came And here alighting built this costly Frame To y e Right Hon ble Basil Earle of Denbigh Vis-count Fielding Baron Newenham Padox S t Lis AE 6. l. â— Inscrib'd to Phoebus here he hung on high The steerage of his Wings that cut the Sky Then o're the lofty Gate his Art emboss'd Androgeos Death and Off'rings to his Ghost Sev'n Youths from Athens yearly sent to meet The Fate appointed by revengeful Creet And next to these the dreadful Urn was plac'd In which the destin'd Name by Lots were cast The mournful Parents stand around in Tears And rising Creet against their Shore appears There too in living Sculpture might be seen The mad Affection of the Cretan Queen Then how she cheats her bellowing Lover's Eye The rushing leap the doubtful Progeny The lower part a Beast a Man above The Monument of their polluted Love Nor far from thence he grav'd the wond'rous Maze A thousand Doors a thousand winding Ways Here dwells the Monster hid from Human View Not to be found but by the faithful Clue 'Till the kind Artist mov'd with Pious Grief Lent to the loving Maid this last Relief And all those erring Paths describ'd so well That Theseus conquer'd and the Monster fell Here hapless Icarus had found his part Had not the Father's Grief restrain'd his Art He twice essay'd to cast his Son in Gold Twice from his Hands he drop'd the forming Mould All this with wond'ring Eyes Aeneas view'd Each varying Object his Delight renew'd Prepar'd to read the rest Achates came And by his side the mad divining Dame The Priestess of the God Deiphobe her Name Time suffers not she said to feed your Eyes With empty Pleasures haste the Sacrifice Sev'n Bullocks yet unyok'd for Phoebus chuse And for Diana sev'n unspotted Ewes This said the Servants urge the Sacred Rites While to the Temple she the Prince invites A spacious Cave within its farmost part Was hew'd and fashion'd by laborious Art Thro' the Hills hollow sides Before the place A hundred Doors a hundred Entries grace As many Voices issue and the sound Of Sibyl's Words as many times rebound Now to the Mouth they come Aloud she cries This is the time enquire your Destinies He comes behold the God! Thus while she said And shiv'ring at the sacred Entry staid Her Colour chang'd her Face was not the same And hollow Groans from her deep Spirit came Her Hair stood up convulsive Rage possess'd Her trembling Limbs and heav'd her lab'ring Breast Greater than Human Kind she seem'd to look And with an Accent more than Mortal spoke Her staring Eyes with sparling Fury rowl When all the God came rushing on her Soul Swiftly she turn'd and foaming as she spoke Why this Delay she cry'd the Pow'rs invoke Thy Pray'rs alone can open this abode Else vain are my Demands and dumb the God She said no more The trembling Trojans hear O're-spread with a damp Sweat and holy Fear The Prince himself with awful Dread possess'd His Vows to great Apollo thus address'd Indulgent God propitious Pow'r to Troy Swift to relieve unwilling to destroy Directed by whose Hand the Dardan Dart Pierc'd the proud Grecian's only Mortal part Thus far by Fates Decrees and thy Commands Through ambient Seas and thro' devouring Sands Our exil'd Crew has sought th' Ausonian Ground And now at length the flying Coast is found Thus far the Fate of Troy from place to place With Fury has pursu'd her wand'ring Race Here cease ye Pow'rs and let your Vengeance end Troy is no more and can no more offend And thou O sacred Maid inspir'd to see Th' Event of things in dark Futurity Give me what Heav'n has promis'd to my Fate To conquer and command the Latian State To fix my wand'ring Gods and find a place For the long Exiles of the Trojan Race Then shall my grateful Hands a Temple rear To the twin Gods with Vows and solemn Pray'r And Annual Rites and Festivals and Games Shall be perform'd to their auspicious Names Nor shalt thou want thy Honours in my Land For there thy faithful Oracles shall stand Preserv'd in Shrines and ev'ry Sacred Lay Which by thy Mouth Apollo shall convey All shall be treasur'd by a chosen Train Of holy Priests and ever shall remain But oh commit not thy prophetick Mind To flitting Leaves the sport of ev'ry Wind Lest they disperse in Air our empty Fate Write not but what the Pow'rs ordain relate Strugling in vain impatient of her Load And lab'ring underneath the pond'rous God The more she strove to shake him from her Breast With more and far superior Force he press'd Commands his Entrance and without Controul Usurps her Organs and inspires her Soul Now with a furious Blast the hundred Doors Ope of themselves a rushing Wirlwind roars Within the Cave and Sibyl's Voice restores Escap'd the Dangers of the wat'ry Reign Yet more and greater Ills by Land remain The Coast so long desir'd nor doubt th' Event Thy Troops shall reach but having reach'd repent Wars horrid Wars I view a field of Blood And Tyber rolling with a Purple Flood Simois nor Xanthus shall be wanting there A new Achilles shall in Arms appear And he too Goddess-born fierce Juno's Hate Added to hostile Force shall urge thy Fate To what strange Nations shalt not thou resort Driv'n to sollicite Aid at ev'ry Court The Cause the same which Ilium once oppress'd A foreign Mistress and a foreign Guest But thou secure of Soul unbent with Woes The more thy Fortune frowns the more oppose The dawnings of thy Safety shall be shown From whence thou least shalt hope a Grecian Town Thus from the dark Recess the Sibyl spoke And the resisting Air the Thunder broke The Cave rebellow'd and the Temple shook Th' ambiguous God who rul'd her lab'ring Breast In these mysterious Words his Mind exprest Some Truths reveal'd in Terms involv'd the rest At length her Fury fell her foaming ceas'd And ebbing in her Soul the God decreas'd Then thus the Chief no Terror to my view No frightful Face of Danger can be new To S r Fleetwood Sheppard Knight Gent Vsher of
weak Relief Of Oaken Twigs they twist an easie Bier Then on their Shoulders the sad Burden rear The Body on this Rural Herse is born Strewd Leaves and Funeral Greens the Bier adorn All pale he lies and looks a lovely Flow'r New cropt by Virgin Hands to dress the Bow'r Unfaded yet but yet unfed below No more to Mother Earth or the green Stem shall owe. Then two fair Vests of wond'rous Work and Cost Of Purple woven and with Gold emboss'd For Ornament the Trojan Heroe brought Which with her Hands Sidonian Dido wrought One Vest array'd the Corps and one they spread O're his clos'd Eyes and wrap'd around his Head That when the yellow Hair in Flame shou'd fall The catching Fire might burn the Golden Caul Besides the Spoils of Foes in Battel slain When he descended on the Latian Plain Arms Trappings Horses by the Herse are led In long Array th' Atchievments of the Dead Then pinion'd with their hands behind appear Th' unhappy Captives marching in the Rear Appointed Off'rings in the Victor's Name To sprinkle with their Blood the Fun'ral Flame Inferior Trophees by the Chiefs are born Gantlets and Helms their heads and hands adorn And fair Inscriptions fix'd and Titles read Of Latian Leaders conquer'd by the Dead Acaetes on his Pupil's Corps attends With feeble Steps supported by his Friends Pausing at ev'ry Pace in Sorrow drown'd Betwixt their Arms he sinks upon the Ground Where grov'ling while he lies in deep Despair He beats his Breast and rends his hoary Hair The Champion's Chariot next is seen to rowl Besmear'd with hostile blood and honourably foul To close the Pomp Aethon the Steed of State Is led the Fun'rals of his Lord to wait Stripp'd of his Trappings with a sullen Pace He walks and the big Tears run rolling down his Face The Lance of Pallas and the Crimson Crest Are born behind the Victor seiz'd the rest The March begins The Trumpets hoarsly sound The Pikes and Lances trail along the Ground Thus while the Trojan and Arcadian Horse To Pallantean Tow'rs direct their Course In long Procession rank'd the pious Chief Stop'd in the Rear and gave a vent to Grief The publick Care he said which War attends Diverts our present Woes at least suspends Peace with the Manes of great Pallas dwell Hail holy Relicks and a last farewel He said no more but inly though he mourn'd Restrain'd his Tears and to the Camp return'd Now Suppliants from Laurentum sent demand A Truce with Olive Branches in their hand Obtest his Clemency and from the Plain Beg leave to draw the Bodies of their slain They plead that none those common Rites deny To conquer'd Foes that in fair Battel dye All cause of Hate was ended in their Death Nor cou'd he War with Bodies void of Breath A King they hop'd wou'd hear a King's Request Whose Son he once was call'd and once his Guest Their Suit which was too just to be deny'd The Heroe grants and farther thus reply'd O Latian Princes how severe a Fate In causeless Quarrels has involv'd your State And arm'd against an unoffending Man Who sought your Friendship e're the War began You beg a Truce which I wou'd gladly give Not only for the slain but those who live I came not hether but by Heav'n's Command And sent by Fate to share the Latian Land Nor wage I Wars unjust your King deny'd My proffer'd Friendship and my promis'd Bride Left me for Turnus Turnus then should try His Cause in Arms to Conquer or to dye My Right and his are in dispute The slain Fell without fault our Quarrel to maintain In equal Arms let us alone contend And let him vanquish whom his Fates befriend This is the way so tell him to possess The Royal Virgin and restore the Peace Bear this my Message back with ample leave That your slain Friends may Fun'ral Rites receive Thus having said th' Embassadors amaz'd Stood mute a while and on each other gaz'd Drances their Chief who harbour'd in his Breast Long hate to Turnus as his Foe profess'd Broke silence first and to the Godlike Man With graceful action bowing thus began Auspicious Prince in Arms a mighty Name But yet whose Actions far transcend your Fame Wou'd I your Justice or your Force express Thought can but equal and all Words are less Your Answer we shall thankfully relate And Favours granted to the Latian State If wish'd Success our Labour shall attend Think Peace concluded and the King your Friend Let Turnus leave the Realm to your Command And seek Alliance in some other Land Build you the City which your Fates assign We shall be proud in the great Work to join Thus Drances and his Words so well perswade The rest impower'd that soon a Truce is made Twelve days the term allow'd And during those Latians and Trojans now no longer Foes Mix'd in the Woods for Fun'ral Piles prepare To fell the Timber and forget the War Loud Axes thro' the groaning Groves resound Oak Mountain Ash and Poplar spread the Ground Firrs fall from high And some the Trunks receive In Loaden Wains with Wedges some they cleave And now the Fatal News by Fame is blown Thro' the short Circuit of th' Arcadian Town Of Pallas slain By Fame which just before His Triumphs on distended Pinions bore Rushing from out the Gate the People stand Each with a Fun'ral Flambeau in his hand Wildly they stare distracted with amaze The Fields are lighten'd with a fiery blaze That cast a sullen Splendor on their Friends The marching Troop which their dead Prince attends Both Parties meet They raise a doleful Cry The Matrons from the Walls with shrieks reply And their mix'd mourning rends the vaulted Sky The Town is fill'd with Tumult and with Tears Till the loud Clamours reach Evander's Ears Forgetful of his State he runs along With a disorder'd pace and cleaves the Throng To Sr. Walter Kirkham Blount of Sodington in the County of Worcester Bart. AE 11. l. 215 Falls on the Corps and groaning there he lies With silent Grief that speaks but at his Eyes Short Sighs and Sobs succeed 'till Sorrow breaks A Passage and at once he weeps and speaks O Pallas thou hast fail'd thy plighted Word To fight with Caution not to tempt the Sword I warn'd thee but in vain for well I knew What Perils youthful Ardour wou'd pursue That boiling Blood wou'd carry thee too far Young as thou wert in Dangers raw to War O curst Essay of Arms disast'rous Doom Prelude of bloody Fields and Fights to come Hard Elements of unauspicious War Vain Vows to Heav'n and unavailing Care Thrice happy thou dear Partner of my Bed Whose holy Soul the Stroke of Fortune fled Praescious of Ills and leaving me behind To drink the Dregs of Life by Fate assign'd Beyond the Goal of Nature I have gon My Pallas late set out but reach'd too soon If for my League against th' Ausonian State Amidst their Weapons I had found my Fate