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A44478	The poems of Horace consisting of odes, satyres, and epistles / rendred in English verse by several persons.; Works. English. 1671	Horace.; Brome, Alexander, 1620-1666.; Fanshawe, Richard, Sir, 1608-1666.; T. H. (Thomas Hawkins), Sir, d. 1640.; Dunstall, John, fl. 1644-1675.; Loggan, David, 1635-1700?	1666 (1666)	Wing H2781; ESTC R43263	170,972	418

Here that old Hag Canidia I spi'd In a black garment close about her ti'd Bare-foot she walkt her locks dishevell'd were And that Witch-major Sagana with her Howling like Wolves of pale and ugly hew They both appear'd most ghastly to my view With their long nails to scratch the earth they went And with their teeth a Lamb in sunder rent Whose blood they pour'd into their new dig'd pit And conjur'd up th' infernal Fiends with it Such Spirits as could answer to what ere They did demand two Images there were Brought by these Hags by which they did their knack One made of wool the other made of wax The Woollen was the greater that it might The little Waxen Image curb and fright This Wax Effigies stood cringing by As sinking under its servility One Hecate invokes Tisyphone Is charmed by t'other Serpents one might see And the infernal Dogs run out and in The bashful Moon for fear she should have been A witness to these juglings hid her face And made our Sepulchers her lurking place If I lie t'you in any thing I 've said May the crowes with their dung pollute my head May all the rogues and whores and thieves in town Cast their base Excrements upon my crown What need I all those tricks to mention which Were done by Sagana that damn'd old Witch And by what Artifice the Ghosts and she Discours'd together with variety Of tones now shrill now flat and how they did Hide under ground by stealth the hairy head Of an old wolf with teeth of speckled snake Then with the Waxen image they did make The fire to blaze But that I might not be A tame spectator of this foolery And those impostures unreveng'd behold Of both those Hags so ugly and so old I from my Godships entrails backward spoke As thundring as a bladder when'tis broke Away run both the witches into town Out dropt Canidia's set of teeth and down Old Sagana her snakes and poysons threw And all her conjuring tools off likewise threw Her Periwig 't would make one break his heart With laughter to observe how one ●ound fart Broke from a God two Witches frights away And made them run from one more weak then they SATYRE IX A description of an impertinent prating Fool. OF late along the streets I musing walkt And to my self some learned whimsie talkt When loe a wandring Trifler to me ca●e Whom scarce I knew save onely by his name And with familiar freedom took my hand Asking me How I did At your command Said I God keep you Sir He following still I turn'd about and stopt to know his will VVhat don 't you know me man said he I too A Virtuo so am as well as you The more I honour you Sir I repli'd And still all wayes to shake him off I tri'd In thousand different postures I did go Sometimes I walkt apace and sometimes slow Sometimes I whisper'd in my Foot-boys ear And all the while did sweat all o're for fear Oh happy he to mutter I began Who hugs himself at an impertinent man Oh happy who as well himself can feast On the most foolish talker as the best In the mean time his tongue did gallop on Letting no street nor sign nor house alone At last perceiving I did nothing mind He said you 'd fain be rid of me I find But you nor I have now not much to do I 'le therefore wait upon you where you go VVhere lies your way O Lord pray Sir do not Your self for me to so much trouble put My journey lies almost as far 's the Tower To visit one you never saw before That 's nothing sir I 'm perfectly at leisure And a long walk with you I count a pleasure With that I shru●k my shoulder● hung my ears As a dull Ass that too great lading bears Then he begins If once you knew me sir You 'ld scarce to me would any wit prefer Who is there that can better verses write Or who with greater swiftness can indite Who of your friends can more gentely dance Or who can better teach the mode of France If you but hear me sing you will confess I do exces the fam'd Hermogenes Here it was time to interpose Have you No mother Sir nor other kindred who May want your company this present hour O no pale Death did them long since devour The happier they Nay then in faith go on Kill me out right my friend since th' hast begun My last hour 's come and now I plainly see Thou wert intended by that Prophecie Which my Nurse spake when I an Infant was Clapping my feet and smiling in my face She said This Boy no poison nor no steel No pain of Cough or Spleen or Gout shall feel But by some fatal tongue shall be destroy'd Talkers let him when come to age avoid Over against Guild-hall at length we came He pelting me I miserably lame Gods so 'T is well remembred hold I pray I have a Cause here to be tri'd to day Good Sir come with me in I 'le straight dispatch In hast like dying men this bough I catcht In troth Sir I have no great skill i' th Law My nod will keep no Iudge or Iury in awe I 'le softly walk before and if you make Good speed you quickly me may overtak● Here the perplext stood still and scratcht his head What shall I lose so dear a friend he said Or by my absence loose my Cause Nay Sir I pray regard your business do not stir Let my Cause sink or swim I 'le leave it here So I may self to such a friend endear So on he leads and I found 't was in vain To spoil my teeth by champing of the chain Straight he resumes his first Discourse And how How with my Lord stands your condition now Lord 's a prudent man and private lives Never himself to much acquaintance gives You 'l raise a mighty Fortune under him But yet me thinks it would great wisdom seem If you would take some course those to prefer About him who might still possess his ear To your advantage and if I were one You might be sure govern him alone You 're quite mistaken Sir we live not so As you suppose nor yet as others do No small Intrigues that family does breed No plots nor little jealousies does feed None there does look with envious eyes upon Anothers good but loves it as his own Strange and unusual this which you relate But so it is the more I 'm passionate To make one of your number That you may Without dispute if you 'l but try the way A man so qualified as you appear Can't be deny'd admission any where Well to my self I will not wanting ●e I 'le watch his hours his servants I will fee I will salute his Chariot in the street I 'le bring him home as often as we meet We Courtiers strive for interest in vain Vnless by long observance it we gain While he did

a mad Sect too much giv'n My former wayes am forced to balk And after the old light to walk For Cloud-dividing lightning Iove Through a clear Firmament late drove His thrundring Horses and swift wheels With which supporting Atlas reels With which Earth Seas the Stygian Lake And Hell with all her Furies quake It shook me too God pulls the Proud From his high Seat and from their Cloud Draws the obscure Levels the hills Aud with their Earth the vallies fills 'T is all he does he does it all Yet this blind Mortals Fortune call ODE XXXV By Sir T. H. To Fortune He beseecheth her that she would preserve Caesar going into Britany O Goddess which beloved Antium swayes Still ready with thy powerful Arm to raise Men from the low degree of wretched thrals Or turn proud Triumphs into Funerals The poor and rustick Clown with humble plea Solicites thee The Lady of the Sea He loudly invocates who ere doth sweep In Asian vessel the Carpathian Deep The Dacian rough the wandring Scythian Kingdomes and Cities the fierce Latian Thee Mothers of Barbarian Kings do fear And Tyrants which bright Purple garments wear Let not a standing Pillar be o'rethrown By thy offended foot Nor be it known That troops of Warlike people now at rest Take Armes again and Empire's peace infest Still sharp Necessitie before thee goes Holden in Brazen hand as pledge of woes Tormenting beams and wracks and more to daunt Sharphooks and molten lead do never want Thee Hope and simple Faith in white attire Much honour and thy company desire How e're thou do'st another habit take And made a Foe to Great Men them forsake But the false Multitude and perjur'd Whore Retireth back yea friends when vessel's store Is to the dregs drunk up away do flie Shunning the yoke of mutual povertie Preserve thou Caesar safe we thee implore Bound to the worlds remotest Brittan shore And those new Troops of youth whose dreadful sight The East and ruddie Ocean doth affright Fie on our broyles vile Acts and Brothers fall Bad Age what mischief do we shun at all What youth his hand for fear of Gods contains Or who from sacred Altar's spoil refrains Ah! rather let 's dull swords new forge and whet Against th' Arabian and the Massaget ODE XXXVI To POMPONIUS NUMIDA Argument Our Lyrick joy'd exults amain For Numida's return from Spain Et thure fidibus VVIth Frankincense and Lyric Lay And bullocks justly slaughter'd let 's allay Great Numid's tutelary gods Who safe arriv'd from Spains remot'st abodes Gave's dear friends many a-kiss-salute But to sweet Lamia most did distribute Remembring how both served all Their youthful dayes under one General And both their gowns together quit This beauteous day sign with a Chalky smit Let vast Wine-rundlets freely spout And Salian like incessant skip about Nor more let soaking Dam'lis bouze Than Bassus in a Thracian carrouze Let Roses Parsley ever green And fading Lillies much at feasts be seen All shall their eyes with Lust infested On Dam'lis cast nor Dam'lis be wrested From her new Paramour who combine Closer than any amorous Ivies twine ODE XXXVII By Sir T. H. To his Companions Whom he exhorteth to be merry upon the Newes of the Actiaque victory NOw let us drink now dance Companions now Let 's Salian banquets to the Gods allow It might before this time be thought a sin To broach old Caecube wines whilst the mad Queen Prepar'd the ruine and disastrous fall Both of the Empire and the Capitoll With her ●cabb'd Troop of men effeminate Proud with vast hopes drunk with prosp'rous state But the scarce safety of one ship from fire Less'ned ●er fury whilst great Caesars ire To real fears enforc'd her to resign Her minde enrag'd with Mareotique wine He pressed with swift vessels to enchain This monster flying Italy amain As Hawk the fearful Dove or Hunter swift Pursues the Hare th'row Aemon's snowie drift Whilst she that she might die the nobler way Did neither as a woman fear the ray Of brandish'd sword nor laboured to flie With speedy flight in secret nooks to lie But with an eye serene and courage bold Durst her dejected Palaces behold Handle the hissi●g Adder and the Snake And in her body their black poyson take Made the more fierce by death determined She Noble Spirit scorned to be led In hostile vessels as a private thrall To fill proud triumphs with her wretched fall ODE XXXVIII To his Servant Argument He wills his Servant rooms be dre●● With Myrtle onely at his Feast Persicos odi SErvant all Persian pomp disdain From Teyl-rinde pleated Crowns refrain Cease further scrutiny where grows The ●ardy Rose For nothing but plain Myrtles care They most beseeming Servants are And for my self too tipling laid In Vine-tree shade The end of the First Book ODES BOOK II. ODE 1. By Sir R. F. To C. ASINIUS POLLIO He exhorts him to intermit a while his writing of Tragedies until he have finisht his History of the Civil War of Rome Then extolls that Work THE Civil War from the first seeds The Causes of it Vices Tides Of various Chance and our prime Lords Fatal Alliance and the Swords Sheath'd but not yet hung up and oyl'd The Quarrels fully reconcil'd Thou writ'st a work of hazard great And walk'st on Embers in deceit● Full Ashes rak't Let thy severe Tragical Muse a while fo● bear The Stage This publick Task then done Thy Buskins high again put on Afflicted Clients grand support And light to the consulting Court Whom thy Dalmatick triumph crown'd With deathless Bayes Hark how the sound Of thy brac'd Drums awakes old fears Thy Trumpets tingle in our ears How clattering armes make the Horse shog And from the Horse-man's face the blood Now now amidst the Common Heard See the great Generals fight besmear'd With glorious dust and quel'd the whole World but unconquer'd Cato's Soul Iuno and whatsoever Gods To Affrick Friends yielded to th'odds Of Rome the Victors Grandsons made A Sacrifice to Iugurth's shade What Field manur'd with Daunian blood Shews not in Graves our impious Feud And the loud crack of Latiums fall Heard to the Babylonian wall What lake what river 's ignorant Of the sad war what Sea with paint Of Latine slaughter is not red What land 's not peopled with our dead But wanton Muse least leaving Toyes Thou should'st turn Odes to Elegies Let us in Dioneian Cell Seek matter for a lighter Quill ODE II. By Sir R. F. To C. SALUSTIUS CRISPUS First he praises P. for his liberality to his brothers Then shews that he who can repress his appetite and despise money is onely a King onely happy SAlust thou enemy of gold Mettles which th' earth hath hoarded Mould Until with moderate exercise Their colour rise No Age the name of Pontius smothers For being a Father to his Brothers Surviving Fame on towring wings His bounty sings He that restrains his covetous soul Rules more then if he should controul Both

would Incline toth'most as'tis fit he should So if to be belov'd he has a mind He may by this means the same measure find He that desires his Wenns should not offend His friend must wink at the Pimples of his friend He that would have his faults forgiven must Give pardon if he take it 't is but just Now since the vice of anger and the rest Which do our foolish Nature thus infest Cannot be throughly rooted out why may Not equal judgement and right reason sway And why should not all punishments be fitted Proportionably to the Crimes committed When a man bids his Servant lift a Dish Off from the Table and he eat the Fish That 's left or lick the sauce up if that he Should suffer death should not his Master be Esteem'd more mad then frantick Labeo By all those men who are themselves not so How would the Masters crime the mans transcend In greatness nay in madness If a Friend Commit a fault at which thou ought'st to wink Or else all men will thee ill-natur'd think If thou should'st scorn and hate him for 't and shun H●s company as the poor Debtors run From that damn'd Usurer Druso who when ere The doleful Day of Payment does appear To his poor Debtors if they do not pay Both principal and interest how they Come by 't he cares not he condemns them then To stand with naked throats like Captive men Not to be kill'd but what 's far worse then it To hear those wretched Playes which he had writ Suppose my fudled Friend when he did sup Bepist the room or break my Mistress cup Or if he being hungry took away That Chicken which i' th' Dish before me lay Must I fall out with him What then if he Should commit theft Or break his trust with me Or should deny his promise those by whom All sins are equal held when once they come T' inquire into the truth they 're at a stand For common reason general custome and Profit it self which is the Mother now Of what is right and just all disallow This fond opinion When in former time Man-kind which of all creatures is the prime Crept out of 's Mother Earth they were a kind Of dumb and nasty Cattle which inclin'd To brawl for Mast and Dens to lodge in to With nails and fists and next with clubs and so In length of time they fought with spears and swords Which need had taught them how to make till words And names by them invented were whereby They did their sence and voices signifie Unto each other then they did begin To build them Forts to live with safety in Then they enacted Lawes that none might dare Play either Robber or Adulterer For before Helens dayes women have been The cause of cruel wars When men rush'd in On any women which they next came to At the first sight as wild Beasts use to do Till like a Bull o' th' herd a stronger come Kill the first Occupant and takes his room But unremembred di'd those nameless men Wanting th' Historians and Poets Pen. We if we do consider former times Must grant that Laws were made for fear of crimes As Nature can't discern what 's right what 's wrong Nor separate good from ill nor from among Those things we ought to shun pick out what we Ought to desire nor can't by reason be Made out that he who on the Hearbs within His Neighbours Garden treads do's as much sin As he that robs a Church and steals away What to the Gods there consecrated lay Let 's have a Rule by which our pains may be Proportion'd to our crimes and not that he Who has deserv'd a little Rod alone Should with a horrid whip be 〈◊〉 to th' Bone That thou 'lt with ferule strike I 'le ne'r suppose Him that deserves to suffer greater blows While thou hold'st thefts and robberies to be Offences onely of the like degree And threatnest if thou reign once to chastise Our petty faults and foul enormities With equal punishments if it be so That he who is a wise man's wealthy too A good Mechanick skill'd in every thing The onely gallant and indeed a King What need'st thou wish to be a King since thou Art so already Thou wilt ask me now If I don't know what old Chrysipus said Tho●gh a wise man perhaps has never made His Shooes and Boots yet still a wise man is A Shoo-maker to what end is all this Just so Hermogenes thoughs he 's dumb can Sing well and is a good Musitian And in this sense Alfenus when he threw Away his tools and shut up shop and grew A cunning Lawyer who had been before A Cobler was still Cobler and no more So the wise man's alone in every thing The skilfull'st Artist and so he 's a King The Roguing Boyes thou talk'st so like a Sot Will pull thee by thy Beard if thou do'st not That Scepter in thy hand thy cudgel sway And in Majestick-wise drive them away The cheated crowd that stand about thee all Prepare to kick thee thou maist bark and brawl Till thou hast burst thy Royal self Most high And mighty King in brief thou Royally Giv'st a whole f●r●hing for thy Bath at once And hast no guard to attend thee but that dunce Chrispinus But my pleasant fr●ends if I Through folly should transgress will pass it by And when they do bewray their frailties then I in requital pardon them agen And thus I live though but a private man More happy then thy fained Kingship can SATYRE IV. By A. B. A Discourse concerning POETRY THe old Greek Poets Aristophanes Cratinus Eupolis and such as these Who did write Comedies wher e're they had One fit to be describ'd as very bad Such as a Thief or an Adulterer Or Murtherer or such like men which were Notorious in their lives these all should be With a brave bo●dness and great liberty Exprest to th' life and whatsoever is Writ by Lucillius does proceed from this Those Poets he did imitate their feet And numbers onely he did change and yet His wit was excellent his judgement clear Onely the Verses which came from him were Harsh and unpolisht for this was his crime Two hundred Verses in one hours time He ordinarily poured out with ease As if he did such weighty businesses Yet though his Verses like a Deluge flow'd Th 'had something still above the common road He lov'd to scrible but could not endure The pains of writing Verses good and pure I ne're regard how much an Author writes 'T is not the Volumn but the sence delights I 'le tell you Once Crispinus challeng'd me Pointing with 's Finger at me Come sayes he Take Paper Pen and Ink fix place and time Let 's both be watcht try which can swiftest rhime I thank my Stars Nature did me compose So bashful and so pusillanimous That I speak little and but seldome too But his laborious lungs do alwayes go Like a

Beneventum our officious Host Roasting lean Birds was like himself to roast The pile of fire fell down and scatter'd flame Unto the roof of the old Kitchin came The hungry Guests and Servants worse then those Being afraid their supper they should lose Began to scramble and did more conspire To snatch the victuals then to quench the fire And now th' Apulean Mountains did appear Which by 〈◊〉 so scorched are These we had ne'er chaw'd ore but that there lay Trivi●us to refresh us by the way But such a cursed smo●k did there arise From the green Bo●ghs they burnt it scorcht our ey● Here I the 〈◊〉 of the company Till Mid-night aid in expectation lie Of a false Wench who promis'd to come to me But sleep did come and that more good did do me But what I dreamt and what on me befel My body and my sheets can onely tell Thence four and twentie miles we were convey'd By Coach then in a little town we staid Whose name won't stand in verse but yet there are Plain signs to know it by they water there The meanest of all things sell while trav'lers may With fine bread gratis load themselves away Bread at C●nusiums gritty water there Is as at Equotutium very rare Brave Diomedes of so high renown 'T was he that built in former time this town Here Varius parted from 's and weeping went While ●e his absence did as much lament To Rubi thence we being tir'd did get The journey long and worse because 't was wet Next day to Fishy Barus we repair The way was worse but yet the Weather fair From thence to Gratia which did seem to be Founded in spight of th' Water Nymphs for we Found wholesome Water greatly wanting there But we had ex'lent sport for they did dare Perswade me that their Incense which they lay Upon their Altars would consume away Without a fire I 'le ne're think 't is true This story fits th' uncircumcised Iew For I well know the Gods live free from cares And ne're concern themselves in mans affairs And when as Nature any thing does do Which Mortal men are most accustom'd to I don't believe that 't is the careful Gods Send down this wonder from their high abodes Thence to Brandusium we our travels bend And here my paper and our journey end SATYRE VI. By Sir R. F. To MAECENAS He reprehends the vain judgement of the people of Rome concerning Nobility measuring the same by antiquity of Pedigree not by vertue nor willingly admitting to Magistracy any but such as were adorned with the former That there was no reason to envy him for the friendship of Maecenas as for a Tribuneship since that was not given by Fortune but acquired by the recommendations of vertue Lastly shews his condition in a private life to be much better then if he were a Magistrate it could be NOt that the Tus●ans who from Lydia came Have nothing nobler then Maecenas name Nor that thy Mothers and Sires Grand-sire were Gen'rals of old makes thee as most men sneer Thy nose up at poor folks and such as me Born of a Father from a Slave made free When thou affirm'st It skils not of what kind Any is come if of a noble mind Thou deem'st and right that before Tullus reign Who was a King yet not a Gentleman Many a man of no degree no name By great atchievements to great honours came Levinus contrary Valerio's Son By whom proud Tarquin was expell'd the Throne Him worthless Ev'n the people whom you know They scorn'd Those fools that honours oft bestow On undeservers doating on gay men Dazled with shields and coronets What then Shall we do lifted far above their Sphere The People to Levinus did prefer A new man Decius yet now should I Stand for a place hoarse Appius would cry Withdraw 'cause I 'm no Gentleman and shall When Horace meddles farther then his Naul But Honour takes into her golden Coach Noble and base Tullus what hast to touch The Purple Robe which Caesar forc't thee quit And be a Tribune Envy thou didst get Thereby by whom i' th dark thou'dst neer been spide For when the people see a strange face ride Up to the ears in Ermins and a list Or more of Gold strait they demand Who is 't What was his Father Just as when some youth Sick of the Fashions to be thought forsooth Handsome inflames the fairer Sex to call His face in question hair teeth foot and small So when a man upon the Stage shall come And say Give me the Reins that govern Rome I 'le manage Italy the State shall be My care I and the Church likewise Ods me It forces every Mortal to enquire And know who was his Mother who his Sire Shall then the Off-spring of a Minstrel dare D●splace this General condemn that Peer Novius was one hole lower Being the same My Father was you 'd think from Brute he came But if two hundred Draies obstruct a street Or with their Trumpeters three Funerals meet Louder then all he chafes with brazen lungs And this is something to awe peoples tongues But to my self the son of the Freed man O Envy cries The son of the Freed man Maecenas now Because thy Guest before Because a Tribune's charge I bore These two are not alike I may pretend Though not to office yet to be thy friend Thou being chiefly in this case so choice Not guided by Ambition popular voice Or by a chance Virgil his word did pass For me then Varus told thee what I was When first presented little said I to thee For Modesty's an infant did not shew thee A long-taild Pedigree I did not say I bred Race-horses in Appulia Told what I was As little thou replied'st Thy mode I go at nine moneths end thou bid'st Me of thy Friends be one Of this I boast That I pleas'd thee who to distinguish know'st Not Noble but of fair and Chrystal thoughts Yet if except some few not hainous faults My Nature's straight as you may reprehend In a fair face some moles If to commend My self I am not given to avarice Not nastie not debaucht not sold to vice Lov'd by my Friends obedient to the Laws Of all these things my Father was the cause Who though but tenant to one small lean Farm In Flavio's School would never let me learn When great Centurions sent their great Boyes thither Their left armes crampt with stones hung in a leather Bag with a counting-board but boldly parts With me a child to Rome t'imbibe those arts A Knight or Senator might teach his Boy That who had seen my cloaths and my convoy Of Servants cleaving through a press would swear Some wealthy Grandsire did my charges bear Himself the carefull'st Tutor had his eye Over them all In short my Modestie Vertues first bloom so watring from this Well He both preserv'd my whiteness and my smell Nor fear'd lest any should in time to come Blame him he had not bred