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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A86606	Poems, and essays with a paraphrase on Cicero's Lælius, or Of friendship. Written in heroick verse by a gentleman of quality.	Howard, Edward, fl. 1669.; Cicero, Marcus Tullius. Laelius de amicitia. Paraphrases.	1673 (1673)	Wing H2973; ESTC R230675	88,758	208

him the better part of me subsists My Soul my Body moves but Loves most his This vertue should man's best esteem create Which does to such Transcendent deeds relate The force of Union here the world maintains Where providence with such high grandure raigns Should it one cause of Concord disunite Twou'd puzzle Heaven to set its works at right To humane life Man's discord is a Curse Which than all beings renders Mankind's worse This the world's reason knows both just and true Though 't is man's crime and fate so bad to do In words who will not worthy acts commend Or him that with his peril serves his Friend But how unworthy are such Ethicks made If of their practice Reason is afraid Orestes Pylades such Friendships make As either sought to dye for eithers sake This fiction we on Theatres behold A Noble Moral in high Language told VVhich to applaud yet live less great and wise Shews that our Fables do our lives despise Our guilty Nature blushing to confess It knows more good than we in deeds express Thus far my speech this Noble Theam has brought And what remains from others may be sought Fan. Too soon a close our Lelius us affords On this high subject heightn'd by his words Fit to prolong the fleeting hours of day And raptures to our nightly sleeps convey The thred of thy discourse yet more extend Though it will length still want when it do send Scaev. Well hast thou Fannus spoke great Lelius worth Thy Love provokes him farther to set forth As once I did when sweetly pass'd the day In Scipio's Gardens whilst with us did stay The accurate Philus gravely argu'd too Yet learn'd from Lelius what was fit to do VVho did so wisely Justice make his cause That it might have been written with Rome's Laws But on our Friendly subject more to touch And briefly to declare what I think such By it the most agreeing Love I mean Or such admits few turns to raise its Scene Which constancy and Justice must defend Who 's various soon may falsly be call'd Friend A worthiness of minde my Love expects From him I love or he my Love neglects Lel. Hard 't were my Scaevola in Friendships cause VVhich of all humane has the kindest Laws T'enact such strict Conformities of life VVhich with our Natures have too high a strife Vertue 't is true we chiefly should allow And yet not Criticize upon it so That no allay should pass amongst its gold VVhil'st we our souls in Bodies do behold Compos'd of dross in which 't were vain to think Our minds can pass Lifes-strands and nothing sink Friendship I can't resist could I not finde A well-deserving Love in humane kinde Vertue in us must this foundation lay Our Friends would else like bribes their Friendship pay As on this subject often I have thought This worthy question by my Soul was brought Whether man's helpless life or want should be Sufficient ground to enter Amity Or whether giving and receiving prove The mutual endearments of his Love Which vertues near affinities express Though more the Beauties of its cause confess That from our Nature's goodness did arise Or from above inspir'd the great and wise VVhose Souls Divinely did themselves prepare To fix such Concords before Friendships were VVhich had I not a Friend it 's worth would show How much beforehand me the world does owe. Our Souls their own internal Love assign'd But scorn'd to be unto themselves confin'd VVhich great instinct diffusive soon was made VVhil'st men did Traffick for their vertues Trade Unburthen'd with the fraight of meaner ends VVhich for design or profit seek out Friends In Friendship nothing feign'd or false should be A choice unmixt of man's felicity Pure as we Souls in Bodies can suppose VVhen to their Vice alone declared Foes How contrary a course the world does run And few there are who are not first undone Before the vertue of their Friend they prove Or his ingratitude does meet their Love A Friend too dearly by his Friend is bought That proudly gives respects or would be sought Expecting for his good deeds to be pray'd VVho takes my Money is less meanly paid Than such a sordid or unkinde return A grief our Souls are most oblig'd to mourn Their best estate of life is then destroy'd VVhen Friendship fails or meanly is enjoy'd My Love I place not to advance my gain But on a worth that may with mine remain In which consists the prudence of our choice VVhen minds are match'd that best themselves rejoyce On vertues lovely-Ethicks man should feast Before his amity deserves a guest Her entertainment highly does invite Our Souls the good of others to delight For whose bright sake we vertuous Friendships show Nay prove its force toward such we do not know Who can great Curius or Fabritius name Though dead and not rejoyce their living fame As much proud Tarquin's memory we hate VVith Cassius Melius vicious in our State Though Martial Pyrrhus did with Rome make VVar Him less than Annibal we hated far His vertue did his Arms more friendly make But how unworthy did Rome's honour take The cruelty of that great Punick foe Our Cities lasting Odium well does show If we th' effects of probitie confess Oblig'd by Enemies its worth express How much a greater power does goodness gain VVhich more familiar we with friends maintain And with our hours such benefits renew As most endear our Loves and Vertues too VVhat 's beneficial we shall surely finde Though 't were a meanness by us first design'd To fly unto our Friends when fate us drives Is like a Pilot in a Port survives VVhich in a calm perhaps he ne'r had sought So in a storm our Souls should not be brought To Friendship 's harbour to which we should steer More to protect our goodness than our fear In our best strengths our amities should meet Not in our froward age or youthful hear But when we wisely obligations weigh Yet need them less than ready such to pay VVhat did my Scipio of his Lelius want Nor did my Fortune more my Friendship scant His vertue I design'd my Loves high choice And his as gratefully did mine rejoyce Large is th' extent of good that does accrew To such who wisely Noble Loves pursue Their profits sure yet enter'd for no gain Nor are they ours of whom we can complain That our concerns oblig'd us to require Such kinder deeds as they should first desire Request 's a bribe good men should seldom take VVho would be sought to can his Friend forsake The fruit and growth our vertue should expect Is that our Friendship greater it effect How then should we contemn that giddy race VVho their unworthy Loves in pleasures place A motive we in sensual creatures see VVhich for such brutal ends as kinde can be No wonder then if we dissent from these Who more their Bodies than their Souls would please Unworthy farther mention to obtain But in a vile contempt

would enslave their awe But pass we hence to Scaevola's greater fame Where Tullie's richest words exalt his Name And Lelius did with him of Friendship treat With Caius Fannus soon after di'd the great And warlike Scipio from Affrick not more fam'd Than in this Treatise we have Lelius nam'd Which from me Atticus thy Love requir'd Nor is there subject more my Soul defir'd Than Friendship gives the Gold of Worth and Love Which does mankinde to noblest acts improve Of Cato's prudent age before I writ And thought its Patronage might thee befit He wisely liv'd but flourish'd most in years Which reason Mankind's f●mest staff most fears So much his Wisdom did my Soul delight That more his words than mine I strove to write The same for Lelius here my Pen would do Whose sage desert's convey'd with Cato's too Think now he speaks or dictates to my Theam As it admir'd th' immortal Cato's Name Lelius to Scipio-Affrican a Friend What praise or greatness farther can extend And thus to Fannus Lelius had exprest Fan. Who then reply'd Let our discourse not fist With too short mention of his mighty fame That rais'd the honour of our Roman Name Of his and Cato's worth who would not hear To which our Senate such respect did bear Thy graces too for ever Fame must own Not l●ss to us than to wise Cato known Gifts of thy minde too great for to compare But with his People Senate held so dear Thou wise from Nature Manners study too What more than these could Cato's merit show Thy Prudence does felicity so place As 't is the Gole for thy swift Vertues race And accidents of man dost so despise That thou instructest Fortune to be wise Of me and Scaevola thy great Friends have sought How Scipio's death did wound thy noble thought Because that in these Nones thou did'st not come To Brutus Gardens the delight of Rome Where no day pass'd but we from thee might hear Thy prudent Comments so divinely rare Appli'd to things most high import mankinde Bestowing thus the Treasures of thy minde Scaev. True I must witness what our Fannus spake When thy Friends griev'd l●st Lelius Soul might take Too strict a sorrow for great Scipio's death Or bid adieu to life on wings of breath To which I answer'd though I had observ'd Thou in thy value of him had'st not swerv'd From moderation best declares the wise Yet might thy Soul be pierc'd with humane eyes No grief could there be wanting does become The Friend of Scipio and concern of Rome But for what cause thou hast withdrawn of late To sorrow or thy sickness does relate Lel. Of me kinde Scaevola has justly spoke Nor has my Soul such vain impression took That I can mourn one hapless hour away Which duty to my Countrey bids me pay This Constancy expects and Rome of me Which for no sorrow must neglected be Great Scipio's Friendship I admired more Than my best thoughts can e're his loss deplore His vertue best instructeth me to know How Publick-duty private does allow This in our Zamas Battel was beheld When Romans did their lives to glory yield He wept not in that day one Roman's fall But joy'd their Valours forc'd their Funeral And should I mourn his death who di'd so great ' Twou'd look as if Fate could his Fame defeat But ere I more of his high vertue speak Thy Love does Fannus me too equal make To matchless Cato who chief of Mortals knew What humane Wisdom most became to do Nor think that mighty Sage Apollo chose Before his Prudence could himself propose His deeds and sayings might have added sense To what Greeks feign their Oracles dispense But to my Scipio I will now return And tell you how my Soul his death does mourn Should I depriv'd of him my loss deny 'T were worse than Stoïcal stupidity Touch'd I am deeply and may truly say My Soul's best joy deceas'd in his last day Nor can I hope that man shall ever be Grac'd as I was with such an Amity He dy'd so great that 't were my Friendship 's crime To wish he liv'd to dye a second time Which does present such comfort to my Soul That I the world 's fond way of grief controul No hurt to Scipio could by death accrew His famous loss to me most harm did do Though too much my misfortune to lament Were a concern too great in my content His vertue did arrive to such a height That more Immortal 't is than Stars or light What did he not accomplish man can praise Or who a wish above his deeds would raise How much did Rome his Noble youth admire Majestick great yet full of Martial fire His Unckle Father both great Consuls Slain In one dayes Field fierce Annibal did gain Whose Fate and Carthage were reserv'd to be The fame and glory of his victory Romes Consulship he never did demand His vertue not himself did for it stand Though twice that honour'd office he has grac'd Once before due as soon when due so plac'd Wars present future Triumphs he obtain'd Whil'st Carthage conquer'd what power next remain'd For Empire of the world with Rome durst cope So much his deeds oblig'd her warlike hope His manners to his actions honour were Subduing passions Nature's roughest War He Armies taught the worth of Civil Laws Which more Victorious made Rome's Martial cause 'T were endless all his graces to declare What pious Son his Mother held so dear Liberal to such alli'd to his high blood Just unto all to Friends most kindly good These deeds I doubt not are well known to you And how our City him lamented too That Crown'd his end and who 'd be valu'd more Than him great Rome held worthy to deplore Each year he liv'd more joy his past still brought Who aged di'd yet unimpair'd in thought His Life so great that Death it self took care For his Soul's flight his Bodies pain to spare The day before his last auspicious come When him our Conscript-Fathers waited home To us foreshew'd that Romes rewarding Gods Would soon demand him to their bless'd abodes Who can consider his desert and say Souls dye and live our Bodies Mortal way This made me judge how wise and pious thought Religious rites unto mans practice brought Concluding that Immortal Souls must be Disrob'd of Sense their mean felicity A Theorem our Ancients held Divine And as 't was worthy Scipio's so 't is mine He it confirm'd almost with his last breath To shew he better things did hope by death Wherefore his end my friendship can't lament Since Heaven in him receives a full content Nay could I think that Souls with Bodies dye And felt no more of humane misery 'T is palpable that as death brings no good So it our hurt cannot be understood In Scipio dead I am bless'd as I rejoyce My Soul 's high honour in his Loves great choice From him I learn'd what friendship did import And saw its meanness in the vulgar