our sinful Race repair Of all Mankind alone remain'd Each happy in the other ne're complain'd So by our Conqu'rors when we 're snatch'd away A helpless but a numerous Prey The Wind shall scatter all our Tears Our Numbers shall secure our Fears What shall we say when on the Deck we stand And from afar behold the lessening Lund What shall we think when Ida's Tops grow less And with the Seas our Fears encrease And when our Sons shall seek their Native Land Each wretched Mother pointing with her hand The Tears still trickling from her Eyes Shall cry See yonder Ilium lies Where those black Clouds of curling Smoak do rise LYRICKS By Ph. Ayres Esq. To LOVE LEt others sing of Mars and of his Train Of great Exploits and honourable Scars The dreadful dire Effects of civil Wars Death's Triumphs and Encomiums of the slain I sing the Conflicts I my self sustain From her who is the cause of all my Care Who wounds with Looks and fetters with her hair This mournful Tale requires a tragick strein Eyes were the Arms did first my Peace controul Wounded by them a source of Tears there sprung Instead of Blood from my afflicted Soul Thou Love to whom this Conquest does belong Leave me at last the comfort to condole And as thou woud'st my Heart inspire my Song The REQUEST By the same O Love who in my Breast's most noble part Did'st that fair Image lodge that form divine In whom the sum of heavenly Graces shine And there engrav'st it with thy golden Dart Now mighty Workman help me by thy Art Since my dull Pen trembles to strike a Line That I on Paper copy the design By thee express so lively in my heart Lend me when I this great Attempt shall try A Feather from thy Wing that whilst to write My hand 's employ'd my Thoughts may soar on high Thy Torch which fires our Hearts and burns so bright My darker Fancy let its Flame supply And thro' my numbers dart coelestial Light Part of the last Scene of Seneca's Troas done into English Beginning at Est una magna Turris è Trojá super c. By I. T. THere is a Tower from the Flame 's Fury free Spar'd only for a greater Cruelty On whose high top old Priam us'd to stand And with his Eye and Voice our Troops command Here with his Princely Grand-child oft he stood And to the Boy his Fathers Battels show'd This Tow'r has once our chiefest Bulwark been 'T is now of Blood and Death the dismal Scene Hither the giddy Rabble flock'd to see With greedy eyes the helpless Infant dye From this high Tow'r a pretty distant space A steep and lofty Hill commands the place On that a Rock on which the gazing Croud Big with the cruel Expectation stood On all the neighb'ring Trees whole Armies sat The loaded Branches crack'd beneath their Weight And one with haste some ragged Mount does climb Another O the sacrilegious Crime Hangs on great Hector's Tomb One climbs a Wall Which with its wretched weight does quickly fall Lo the Press breaks and big with cruel Joy The curs'd Ulysses leads the Princely Boy Th' undaunted Youth mounts fearless to the place With Innocence triumphant in his face When from the Tower he saw the gazing Rout Round him he flung a scornful Look about So some fierce Lyon's Whelp whose tender Age Has not as yet well arm'd his toothless Rage With eager Fury whets his tender Claws And trys the utmost anger of his Jaws Thus fearless the young Captive thither came And fill'd his cruel Murderers with shame This when they saw strait the relenting Crowd In sighs and tears proclaim'd their Grief aloud Nay ev'n Ulysses wept and ' spight of all His Cruelty resistless Tears did fall Then when the cruel Sacrifice was done Pitty'd by all himself unmov'd alone Down the deep Precipice himself he cast And ' midst his Country's Ruines breath'd his last When this was done at first the Rabble mourn'd But to a greater Cruelty return'd With eager haste the barb'rous Grecians come And flock about the curs'd Achilles Tomb. This place was destin'd for the Scene of Blood On two near Hills the gazing Army stood Between a fatal Valley stretch'd out wide And Groves of Spears appear on ev'ry side Here for the beauteous Maid they all attend Some glad that with her Life their Fears must end Most that she was the last of Priam's Stock Some seem to hate the Crimes on which they gladly look And here and there a Trojan did appear Who came to see her dye and shed a tear Then through a Lane of Grecians in a Row Before the Bride five nuptial Torches go Next Helen follow'd hanging down her Head O may Hermione such a Husband wed Strait she appear'd alone with Looks might move Grief in each Trojan in each Grecian Love Her Eyes she turn'd with Virgin-blushes down And in her face unusual Beauties shone So Evening Blushes best adorn the Sun Her Courage some and some her Beauty prais'd And all with various Passions strangely gaz'd Some sad some sham'd some weeping all amaz'd Thus in slow state the mournful Train was come Where Pyrrhus standing on his Father's Tomb With cruel Anger held the fatal Knife Prepar'd to cut the tender thread of Life Fearless she look'd her Murderer in the face Whilst Fear and Horror fill'd around the Place Mov'd at her god-like Constancy he shook And scarce had Courage left to give the Stroak Strait as the cruel Weapon reach'd her heart A Spring of vital Blood did quickly start Through the wide Wound She still out-brav'd her Fate And made Achilles Ashes groan beneath her weight What Tongue the Grief and Horror can express Which did both Parties equally possess In silent tears their Grief the Trojans show'd The howling Grecians spoke their sorrow loud About the Tomb at first the Deluge flow'd And strait the thirsty Ashes drunk the sinking Blood A POEM On the Death of our late Dread Sovereign Charles the Second of Blessed and Immortal Memory Quo nil majus meliusve terris Fata donavere bonique Divi Nec dabunt quamvis redeunt in aurum Tempora Priscum Horat. de Aug. Caesare I. 'T Is fall'n the sacred Pile is fall'n and oh How the Earth shook at the stupendious Blow The trembling Rocks their strong Foundations shook Their dismal caves were fill'd with horrid groans And lo the sad condoling moans Fright'ned the neighbouring hills around With the dismaying sound The lofty'st Mount hung down its vast astonish'd head And with impending terror cast a look That seem'd to dread The dire event of such a fatal stroak The wretched Albion's renown'd shore That not the terrifying sight Of Caesar's conqu'ring Arms cou'd fright That had so many thousand Ages o're The wild impetuous rage of wreaking Tempests bore Rending with Fear methought look'd paler than before II. Oh! 't was a dismal day The Heav'ns 't is true were all serene bright The radiant Monarch
â—…aw With a chasâ—…e hand thou might'st the chasâ—…e net draw Yet if by cunning sâ—…ealth some Rival Maid Should the soft Pleasures of my Love invade May some unknown misfortune meet her may She suddenly become some wild Beasts prey But thou fair Youth such rough Delights forbear And let thy Father of the Chase take care Thou softer Pleasures follow Thou and I And quickly to my Bosom quickly fly A Translation out of 〈◊〉 To SLEEP WHat horrid Crime did gentle Sleep displease That he refuses me the common ease Of Bird and Beast nay ev'ry breeding Trâ—…e Seems but to nod with Sleep to waking me Fierce Rivers softly glide Seas faintly roar And roul themselves asleep upon the Shore Seven times the Moon has measur'd out the night Seven times my Eyes out-watch'd her borrow'd Light The shining Stars as in their Orbs they move As oft have seen me waking from above Still my Complaints reviv'd Aurora hears And mov'd with Pity baths me with her Tears How will my Strength to bear my Grief suffice Like Argus I have not a thousand Eyes That may alternately their watching take His Body never was all o're awake Perhaps some amorous Youth kind Sleep denies To lodge at present in his wanton eyes With waking Arms he clasps the yielding Dame And quits his Rest to ease a restless Flame Let the ill-treated God take Wing to me Who have so long beg'd for his Company I will not ask him a whole Night to stay A happier Man must for that Blessing pray Let him but call upon me in his way The ATHEIST I. GReat knowing Hero Who dares boast A Conquest o're the Lord of Host Thou wear'st a Soul that scorns to be Corrupted with the Notion of a Deity Thou know'st this World was made by chance In thy eternal Atoms luckey Dance That in their heedless motion hit At last on thee thou mighty Man of Wit Thy shuffl'd Atoms that thus joyn'd And to make a World combin'd By the last Trumps inliv'ning sound Shall be without blind chance calld from the world round And when they 're all together met Shall the Agony beget Then thou shall be Rebuilt to an Eternity Of still beginning misery And thy great Nature too shall fall like thee II. Nature God's Steward only can disburse Events which he before ordain'd And uncontroul'd ne're govern'd us But like the Causes too is chain'd If God from Nature should withdraw his hand The seeble Atlas reels and cannot stand III. Proud Fool recant thy vain Philosophy That of thy God so long has cousin'd thee Thy pinion'd Reason Flesh with Faith and Soar Above thy Reason Nature's God t' adore This will correct thy Reason and thy Pride And shew thee the Eternal crucified Tho you before did think his Blood did never glide But in a Picture from his Side And that God only in a pious Romance dy'd This surely Lord thy Torments must renew And crucifie thy God-head too For 't is a double Pain To dye for Man that will an Infidel remain A Pastoral Reflexion on Death Strephon and Damon Beneath a gloomy Yiew's unhealthy Shade Whose noxious Coverts shun'd by Bird and Beast The wretched Damon lay with Arms a-cross His labouring Breast quick like a sickly Pulse His Heart with Passion seem'd to throb and beat From 's half-clos'd eyes there stole a falling tear Along the fallow Furrows of his Cheeks The deep ingraven Characters of Grief The Pipe which he with tuneful Breath inspir'd And made the vocal Organ of his Lays Lay broke and silent by the dire effect Of raging Sorrow for in that was lost The Wonder and Delight of all the Plains As Strephon chanc'd to shape his course that way In quest of two lost Ewes that lately stray'd He spy'd the Shepherd stretch'd upon the ground Amaz'd at the sad Spectacle of War He silent stood then Damon Damon cry'd Being thus provoked he rais'd his giddy Head That strait recoil'd and gently sunk to rest At last with 's Elbow pillow'd from the ground He gave attention to his speaking Friend Strephon. What makes my Damon secretly retire Resolv'd in private to possess his Grief When Damon's Sheep require their Damon's care Last night I heard the Wolves run howling by That with fierce eyes devour'd all our Flocks Their Fear above their Hunger scarce prevail'd For two Lambs in my view they almost seis'd In yonder Village too I heard this day That Thieves have basely visited our Folds Rise Damon rise and leave thy Cares behind Damon All this cannot provoke my Diligence For fear more rav'nous Wolves have seis'd on me And make my panting heart their wretched prey That vainly strives to shift the cruel Pain My Breast was ne're infested with wild care As long as dear Mirtillo liv'd whose Charms Cou'd calm the roughest Tempests of my Mind A discontinued Sun-shine I enjoy'd Till dear Mirtillo set in his dark Grave Now there 's no lucid Interval of Peace Or pause of Quiet to my troubled Mind Sad Death must be the Period of my Woe And Life then Damon like Mirtillo dye Strephon. Thy Soul fond Shepherd is with Passion craz'd And thy distemper'd Reason falsly takes The dreadful King of Terrors for thy Friend Shou'd he but lay his icy hand on thee Affrighted Nature would recant the Wish Which you in trouble made with too much haste And like the Grass before the Mowers Sythe Wou'd bending try to 'scape the fatal stroke If Death 's so pleasant why shou'd you lament Mirtillo's Fate Strephon. Because the lowly Youth Wou'd willingly have suffered tedious Life The strong Convulsions of his Friendship were More sierce than the last Agonies of Death His parting Soul by ling'ring here below Did seem to catch at Life to stay with me But when resistless Fate had summon'd him He kindly fix'd his closing Eyes on mine Then beckon'd me to follow to the Grave This makes me think 't is no hard task to dye For harmless Shepherds whose unspotted Lives Are innocent as are the Flocks they feed Fear is but the Result of Guilt Strephon. I know Death has his Terrors chiefly from our Crimes And Virtue can disarm the gastly Foe Yet Nature too still fears to be dissolv'd Like tender Lambs that dread the Butchers Knise Although they nothing fear beyond the Blow For who can boast a perfect Innocence Or run the nimble Race of humane Life Always along a spotless milkey way There 's no such Path but in the Heavens above Which we at penning time so plainly see Methinks I quiver whilst I talk of Death Being almost frighted with my own Discourse Thus I anticipate the fatal hour That must snatch me from chaste Dorinda's Arms And the dear pledges of our mutual Love When I am dead who 'll teach my lovely Boys To use the Hook or help the labouring Ewe Dorinda Boys and Sheep must all Be left a Prey to Man that unto Man Proves the most savage Wolf the strong Worry the weak remorsless Avarice
Palate spring Most acceptable to the King Which sweetly shall descend and make The Dumb to speak the Dead to wake Sponsa I my belov'd am only thine And thou by just Exchange art mine Come let us tread the pleasant Fields Taste we what Fruits the Country yields And in the Villages repose When shades of Nights all forms inclose Then with the early Morn repair To our new Vineyard see if there The tender Vines disclose their Gems And Granates blossom on their Stems Then where no Frosts our Springs destroy Shalt thou alone my Love enjoy How sweet a smell our Mandrakes yield Our Gates with various Fruits are fill'd Fruits that are old Fruits from the Tree New gather'd all preserved for thee CANTO VIII Sponsa OH had we from one Mother sprung Both at her Breasts together hung Then should we meeting in the street With unreproved Kisses greet And to my Mothers House conduct Where thou thy Sister should instruct Then would I spiced Wines produce And my Pomegranates purple use Thy left Arm for my Pillow plac'd And gently with thy right embrac'd You Virgins born in Sion's Towers I charge you by the chief of Powers That you a constant Silence keep Nor till he call disturb his Sleep Chorus Who 's this whose Feet the Hills ascend From Desarts leaning on her Friend Sponsa I my belov'd first raised thee From under the Pome-Citron Tree Thy careful Mother in that Shade With Anguish her fair Burden laid Be I oh thou my better part A Seal imprest upon thy heart May I thy Fingers Signet prove For Death is not more strong than Love The Grave not so insatiate As Jealousies inflam'd Debate Should falling Clouds with Floods conspire Their Waters could not quench Love's Fire Nor all in Natures Treasury The Freedom of Affection buy We have a Sister immature That hath no Breasts as yet obscure What Ornaments shall we bestow When Mortals her Endowments know Sponsus On her if strongly built to bear We will a Silver Palace rear Or if a Door to deck her Fume We 'll Leaves of carved Cedar frame Sponsa I am a firm Foundation For my belov'd to build upon My Breasts are Towers I his Delight His Object and sole Favourite Sponsus Late in Baal-hamon Solomon Let forth his Vineyards ev'ry one For Fruits and Wines there yearly made A thousand silver Sheckles paid Sponsa This Vineyard this which I possess With diligence I daily dress Thou Solomon shalt have thy due Two hundred more remain for you Out of the Surplus of our Gains Who in our Vineyard took such pains Sponsus Oh! thou that in the Garden liv'st And life-infusing Counsel giv'st To those that in thy Songs rejoyce To me address thy cheerful Voice Sponsa Come my belov'd Oh come away Love is impatient of Delay Rume like a youthful Hart or Roe On Hills where precious Spices grow The last Parting of Hector with Andromache and his Son Astyanax when he went to assault the Grecians in their Camp in the end of which Expedition he was slain by Achilles HEctor tho warn'd by an approaching Cry That to Troy Walls the conqu'ring Greeks drew nigh One Visit to his Princess makes in haste Some Daemon told him this would be his last But her he pressing thro' the crowded streets Neither at home or in the Circle meets Nor at the Altars where the Royal Train Made Prayers and Vows to angry Powers in vain She half distracted with the loud alarms Aslyanax came in his Nurses Arms Runs to a Turret whose commanding height Presented all the Battel to her sight Advancing Grecians and the Trojans flight Here Hector finds her with a Lovers Pace She flies and breathless sinks in his Embrace The Nurse came after with her Princely care As Hesperus fresh promising and fair Hector in little with paternal Joy He blest in silent Smiles the lovely Boy Andromache come to her self again Pressing his hand did gently thus complain My dearest Lord believe a careful Wife You are too lavish of your precious Life You formost into every danger run Of me regardless and your little Son Shortly the Greeks what none can singly do Will compass pointing all the War at you But before that day comes Heavens may I have The mournful Priviledge of an early Grave For I of your dear Company bereft Have no Reserve no second Comfort left My Father who did in Cilicia reign By fierce Achilles was in Battel slain But yet his Arms that Conqu'rour not spoil But paid just Honour to his Funeral Pile Wood-Nymphs in rows of Elms have planted since A poor memorial of a powerful Prince Seven Brothers who seven Legions did command Follow'd their Father's Fortune by his hand My Mother too who after them did reign With a vast Treasure was redeem'd in vain For she soon clos'd her Empire and her Breath By Wretches last good Fortune sudden death Thus Father Mother Brothers all are gone But they seem all reviv'd in you alone To gain you those Endearments I have sold And like the Purchase if the Title hold Have pity then here in this Tower abide And round the Walls and Works your Troops divide Just now the Greeks by both their Generals led Ajax Idomeneus Diomede With all their most experienc'd Troops brave Three fierce Assaults upon the out-works gave Some God their Courage to this pitch did raise Or this is one of Troys unhappy days Hector reply'd all this you 've said and more I have revolv'd in serious Thoughts before But not my Foes upon that Plain I fear So much as Female Men and Women here For they if I should once decline the Fight Will call wise Conduct Cowardise and Flight Others may methods chuse the most secure My Life no middle Courses can endure Urg'd by my own and my great Father's Name I must add something to our ancient Fame And in Troys Cause engag'd I cannot fly With it will conquer or must for it dye But yet some boding Genius does portend To all my Pains an unsuccessful end tend For how can man with heavenly Powers con The day advances with the swiftest pace Which Troy and all her Glories shall deface Which Asia's sacred Empire shall confound And these proud Towers lay level with the ground But all compar'd with you does scarce appear When I presage your case I learn to fear When you by some proud Conqu'rour shall be led A mournful Captive to a Master's Bed Perhaps some haughty Dame your hands shall doom To weave Troy's downfal in a Grecian Loom Or lower yet you may be forc'd to bring Water to Argos from Hiperius spring And as you measure out the tedious way Some one shall pointing to his Neighbour say See to what Fortune Hector's WiFe is brought The famous General that for Ilium fought This will renew your sorrows without end Depriv'd in such a day of such a Friend But this is Fancy or before it I Low in the Dust will with my Country
Globe so long admire Till we fall down in Adoration to the glorious fire Sure the Almighty God Consulted with himself and said He not in Nature's common road But as their first great Parent shall be made So the Divine Particle from his own Essence flow'd To make his Image eminently great He trusted not to the slight hand of Fate But to his own ineffable Idea sat Oh might we worship now the Pow'rs divine In any outward form then surely thine As Gods best Mirror shou'd Great Charles be mine Of intellectual first causes we Nothing but by effects can see And Heav'ns most lovely Attributes were all in thee When most severe around his awful Throne With dawning beams th' exalted Cherub shon Easie and placable his bending ear The softest Voice of Misery did hear When his vile Subjects any Crimes had done They safely to their injur'd Sov'reign run As if the upright Judge had heard a Cause That violated God's and Nature's Laws Divine Compassion in his Looks appear'd And long his just Decree the gracious King deferr'd Favour unsought and such prevenient Grace With cheerful Majesty adorn'd his Face That scarcely was the Mercy-seat of God More mild than the indulgent Throne on which he trod X. Tell me oh tell me all ye wither'd Scrowls Aegyptian Records of Dynastian Race Imperial Rome that loudly from of old The deeds of your illustrious Hero's told And thou O Time whose envious brazen rowls Do all Memorials but thy own deface Tell me if e're Humanity so well So gloriously suffer'd reign'd and fell Oh! had he flourish'd in the Ages past Eternal Triumphs wou'd their King have grac'd In ev'ry shining Capitol had stood Honours divine ador'd him as he rode His House a Temple and himself a God And sure if Mortal e're deserv'd the Name His Virtues might demand the glorious claim In Dignity born next to heavenly Race Humble and open as the Throne of Grace His Rods and Axes were beheld by few He sav'd more Subjects Lives than Sylla slew Nor were his moral Gifts alone confin'd Rich was the soil of his capacious Mind How when unbent from Cares at hours of ease The great Dictator wou'd inform or please Tho sharp and pointed as his Sword how sweet And mild he rul'd his Monarchy of Wit So tenderly the sov'reign sway he bore None wish'd him less tho no man could have more Never my humble and obedient Ear The sacred Oracle but once did hear And oh methought a light divine Did round his beaming Temples shine Sense of new Joy to my charm'd Soul was giv'n And the blest sound as of a Voice from Heav'n Nor did the clear sagacious King excell In speaking only but in judging well Conspicuous venerable and great As high in Knowledge as in Pow'r he sat Learning and Arts still flourish'd round his Throne As well they might for they were all his own In noblest Sciences so much renown'd As he for Wisdom only had been crown'd Great Iove himself his darling Prince endow'd And him his own Prerogative allow'd That divine Blessing granted but to few From his own Head his wiâ—…e and warlike Pallas grew XI But these tho graceful raise but common fame Compar'd to Glories which attend his Name That Heav'ns peculiar Mercy might be shewn To all the World its Lord anointed known His Maker trebly mark'd him for his own To Empire born he long in Exile mourn'd But like triumphant royal Oar he burn'd And with more lustre to his Realms return'd He came and lo with his Imperial Crown Such Honour Peace and Plenty shower'd down That he on his ingrateful Land bestow'd Blessings as great as upon him the God So much these Nations did his Bounty share A Realm of People all his Fav'rites were When his mild hand had stop'd the sulph'rous Breath Of savage War that gorg'd the Jaws of Death And had destroy'd that vile Cadmean Brood Who bath'd their Swords in their own reaking Blood And doubly dy'd 'em in a Royal Flood His Temples never open'd but when Heav'n Was prais'd and their rebellious Sins forgiv'n With what endearing Arts he always strove To gain a wicked murm'ring Peoples Love Succour'd their dangers all and led 'em thro' A wild Abyss and Wilderness of Woe Tho they so oft provok'd his sacred Ire His heav'nly Covenant did ne're expire Their leading Cloud by day by night their lambent Fire No sort of Misery but he repeal'd The diseas'd look'd up to him and were heal'd When their flagitious Crimes so num'rous were That he like Eastern Kings might have been Heir To forfeit Realms forgave the share And yet when by his Charge our fruitful Nile With pregnant Surge enriches all the Isle And the World's Wealth flows in with ev'ry tide How barbarously were his Wants deny'd Through his own precious Wounds the gen'rous Palm To cure his People gave 'em sov'reign Balm When he in danger sat upon his Throne Mourn'd the dear Partner of his Woes alone Their Kindred and Estates were all their own Oh may the Laws of God and Man depart From my immortal Soul and in my Heart No glad Remembrance of blest Joy remain But run a savage with the bestial Race If ever I forget the dying Scene How tenderly he with his parting Breath Inherent Love unutterable Grace Midst all the Agonies and racking Pain Of a tormenting hard convulsive death Did his dear Pledge to his lov'd Heir bequeath Calm as Favonian Winds when Halcyon's breed To his twin-star these potent Realms decreed Govern 'em well the yielding Monarch cry'd Then on his balmy Nest the lovely Phoenix dy'd With Peace and Goodness dy'd so very full His Body took Impressions from his Soul The Royal Entrails fair unspotted shin'd With purple orient Spirits and divin'd The wondrous Blessing in Great Iames we find And well were their auspicious Omens made Of Joys whose vast Foundations Charles has laid With untaught Hymns and loud immortal Lays Ages unborn shall bless his peaceful days And make three Kingdoms one large House of Praise Learn hence ye mortal Potentates who boast Of Mansolean Tombs and Memphian Cost Learn how t' embalm an everlasting Name That may out-live those mould'ring works of Fame Tho dead Great Charles his God-like Vertues shall Bravely revenge their renown'd Masters Fall His deathless Praise with the unwearied Sun Bright as his Beams round the wide Earth will run Till drawing near to this dissolving frame The sulph'rous Bowels of the Deep enflame Till in vast Flakes the fervid Surges rowl Thro' Heav'ns wide Battlements from Pole to Pole And in a Deluge of tempestuous Fire With his Illustrious Name the World expire FINIS * Italian Rivers ‖ French Rivers * Spanish * Febris acuta virulenta * His Blood * His Heart a The Herculean Way rais'd by Hercules in his Return from Spain b Sybil. c Plac'd by some near Naples d Pausâ—…lipus and Nesis are the Names of two Promoâ—…tories near Naples * Parthenâ—…pe ‖ A Colony of 〈◊〉 from 〈◊〉 â—…ulle Cuâ—… and Naplâ—… a 〈◊〉 a 〈◊〉 Poeâ—… b 〈◊〉 â—…oem â—…'d â—…la c Vâ—… 〈◊〉 a Frederick King of Naples See Guicciardine