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A76130	New poems. I. The young lover's guide: or, The unsuccessful amours of Philabius, a country lover; set forth in several kind epistles, writ by him to his beautious-unkind mistress. Teaching young lovers how to comport themselves with resignation in their love-disasters. II. The answer of Helena to Paris, newly translated by a country shepherdess. III. The sixth Æneid and fourth eclogue of Virgil, newly translated. / By J.B. Gent.	Philabius. Young Lover's Guide.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 6.; Virgil. Bucolica.; J. B., Gent.	1699 (1699)	Wing B116A; ESTC R172635	36,862	132

shape to your arbitrement And grant this true sure th' other part is feign'd That I should be your Gift if Venus gain'd I can't presume my Beauty such that she Should say 't the great'st Gift in her Treasury I 'm well content so Men my Shape approve A treach'rous Praiser is the Queen of Love Yet I 'll not gainsay 't tho' I it admire For why should I gainsay what I desire Nor be you angry that my Faith is slow Great things require no hasty Faith you know First then t' have liked Venus it's a Pleasure Next that you take me as your greatest Treasure And slighting th' Honours Juno did propose And Pallas you from Venus Helen chose Then I 'm to you both Virtue and a Throne An Iron-heart such Love were bound to own Nor am I Iron credit me but may I love him whom I cannot hope t' enjoy To what end should I plough the barren Sands And follow hopes the very place withstands Untrain'd to Venus-Thefts my Husband 's Trust I ne'er as yet abus'd as Heav'ns just And now my Pen does correspond with you This thing to me is altogether new They 're happy who 're inur'd my inn'cent Mind Does think the way to Vice is hard to find I 'm full of Fears and in Confusion I Suspect that all on me do cast their Eye Nor is it causeless Aethra says of late The World talks of me at an evil rate Be therefore close unless you 'll quite give o'er Tho' why desist your Actions you may cover Act but be wary tho' we 're somewhat free By Menelaus absence Spies can see He 's gone 't is true a Voyage far away For just and weighty Reasons could not stay At least to me it seem'd for when he slack And doubting stood I said pray make haste back With th' Omen pleas'd he kist me'nd did commend To me the care of 's House and 's Trojan Friend I scarce held Laughter striving at it all I could return in Answer was I shall So he to Creete with happy Wind is gone But do not think for this the World 's your own Tho' he be absent yet his Guard is strong On me you know Kings Hands are very long Beside my Fame and Shape you so much prais'd In him the more his Jealousy has rais'd In this Conjuncture better 't were I 'd none And that you 'd let my Beauty's Praise alone Nor wonder I 'm left by my self he knows What Confidence he in me may repose My Face he fear'd my Virtue trusted there My Faith 's secur'd where Beauty made him fear You with me not to let th' occasion die But that we use the Man's simplicity I would and fear nor can I yet command My wav'ring Will my Heart is at a stand My Husband 's absent you 've no Wife in lieu Your Shape embraces me and mine does you The Nights are long and we converse alone Your Charms alas are great our House is one And let me die all things to sin conspire There 's nought but Fear can check our fond Desire What weakly you persuade would you could force To stir my Dulness 't is the likeliest course Sometimes th' abuse good for the Bearer's held And surely I were happy if compell'd But rather let 's surpass our young Desires A little Water quells new-kindl'd Fires A Stranger 's Love 's unfixt with him it flies Or when we think it most secure it dies Hypsiphile and Ariadne stand Sad Proofs against wedding Men of Foreign Land And you unfaithful Man are also said These many Years t' have left Oenone's Bed You can't deny 't I boldly say 't and know More of your Actions than you think I do And say you constant would in Love remain You can't the Phrygians would fetch you again And while you talk and for that hoped Night Provide d' you know the Wind will then stand right When half Seas o'er and glutted with your Prey The blustring Winds will blow your Love away Shall I then go to Troy your Court to see Shall I great Laomedon's Grandchild be I slight not so the noise of flying Fame To spot my Country with eternal Shame Pray what will Sparte what will Achaia say What Asia's Nations what your very Troy What will judge Priam of me what his Queen What all your Matrons and your Trojan Kin And could your self e'er think that I 'd be true If I should once do such a thing with you When any Stranger tho' by chance you hear Comes to your Port he 'll give you cause to fear How often angry you 'll Adultress cry Forgetting you are guilty more than I. You 'll be both Author and condemn the Crime O let me die e'er live to see the time But I shall all your Trojan Wealth enjoy And you your Gifts will greater make than say You 'll give me Purple for my Princely Dress And heaps of Gold you talk I shall possess Your Pardon if I say 't my Country's Love Does draw me back more than your Offers move Whom shall I call if wrong'd upon your Shoar What Brothers or what Fathers help implore Fair Promises false Jason to his Spouse Medea made whom he expell'd his House No Aetes nor Ipsaea then was by No Friend to whom in her Distress to fly Such Dealing I suspect not nor did she The fairest hopes are sometimes foil'd you see Those Ships we hear so often cast away At setting Sail had calm and gentle Sea The Torch does also fright which before Your Birth your frighted Mother dreamt she bore And I do dread what Prophets do forewarn That Grecian Flames your Town of Troy shall burn As Venus is your Friend ' cause she obtain'd Her Suit by you and double Trophy gain'd So those I fear whom if your Boast be true In their appeal your Sentence overthrew And certain 't is War follows if I fly And clashing Swords our Love will soon unty Did not Hippodameia Athrax stir Against the Centaurus to a bloody War Can Menelaus think you tamely hush Th' Affront my Brothers and King Tyndarus And tho' you boast your Valour at your Sword Your Face methink does contradict your Word You seem more fit for Venus than for Mars Let Paris love and others follow Wars Let Hector whom you praise his War pursue There is another Warfare fit for you In that your Skill I 've half a Mind to try A wifer Lady would and why not I Or else perhaps 't were better quit the Field And e'en to you my conquer'd Hand to yield Whereas you pray we may of these Things treat In private I know what you would be at But you 're too quick you 'd reap before you 've sown Perhaps your stay makes for you tho' unknown These Secrets of my guilty Mind I send To you and thus my weary Pen does end We by Clymene may the rest confer Or Aethra both my Friends and Council are A New Translation OF VIRGIL's Sixth Aeneid AND Fourth Cclogue THE

Fair Liberty this pressing for the Sin However future times may judge the Thing His Country's Love will all things over bear And 's vast desire of Praise But see from far The Decii Drusi and Torquatus dread With 's Axe Camillus with his Ensigns spread But those two Souls so Friendly now you see While 'mong the Shades they shining equally With glorious Arms if e'er they come to Life Alas what Wars they 'll raise and bloody Strife Betwixt them One from th' Alpes with 's force will come Th' other an opp'site Army'll bring from Rome O Youths use not your Minds to Wars as these Nor ' gainst your Country's Bowels turn your force You Caesar first forbear you Heav'n-sprung Man Throw by your Arms my Blood That famous Man at Corinth Graecians slain Returning Victor shall his Triumph gain He Argos and Mycenae shall subvert The last of them great Agamemnon's Seat And e'en Aeacides of Achilles Race Revenging Trojan Wrongs and that disgrace Prophane Minerva's Temple shown Can I Great Cato you or Costus you pass by In silence or the Race of Gracchus or The Scipio's both call'd Thunderbolts of War Great Lybia's Ruin Or Fabricius you Great Soul'd tho poor or th' happy Man at Plough Serranus Fabii whither lead me now Being tir'd Maximus you that Man we 'll own Who by delays restor'd our falling Throne Others in Brass and Marble to the Life Sweet Sculptures make you 'd think they were alive Plead Causes better and more nicely know The site of the Earth Heav'ns rising Signs to shew Mind you O Roman to rule over Men These shall be your Arts how in Peace to reign The Meek to favour Haughty to keep down Thus said Anchises Adds to their Surprize See how Marcellus with Spoils laden goes A glorious Conq'rer how he all out-shews This Knight the State all discompos'd at home Shall set to rights the Lybians overcome And rebel Gauls And to Quirinus then Spoils took the third time from them he shall hang. Aeneas here for he saw with him pass A Youth with shining Arms of wondrous Grace But 's Count'nance clouded with dejected Eyes Who Father is' t the Man accompanies His Son or some great Man's from us will spring What Shouts about him how resembling him But round his Head a sad-dark Cloud appears Anchises then all melting into Tears Says Son wish not that depth of Grief to know Yours may attend The Fates will only shew That Youth to th' Earth nor let him longer live O Gods The Roman Race should he survive Would seem to you too great What mighty Groans The martial Field at Rome will fill What Moans O Tyberinus will you see when you Pass by his Tomb with Tears all fresh and new Nor will ought Youth of Trojan Stock e'er raise His Roman Grandsires hopes so much as this Nor shall Rome's Empire ever boast that she Had such a Son as this O Piety And honest upright Mind Unconquer'd Hand None e'er with Safety might your Arms withstand On Foot or Horseback Ah! much pity'd Child Could you your hard Fate shun you should be call'd Marcellus Lillies by whole handfuls strew Before him I will Purple Flowers throw On 's Ghost at least heapt Presents let 's bestow Thus thro' Elysium they walkt here and there Observing all Things as their Pleasures were When old Anchises this had shewn his Son And fill'd his Mind with Glories were to come He tells him what Wars he must undertake Of the Laurentines and Latinus Seat And how he Dangers must avoid or fly And sometimes suffer in Adversity Two Gates there are of Dreams they say that one Is made of Horn where true Dreams pass alone Of Iv'ry th 'others made whence to the Sky False Dreams and Fantasms Ghosts use to convey When these things to his Son and Sibyll both Anchises had declar'd he sent them forth At th' Iv'ry Gate Aeneas took his way T' his Ships and finding there his Men to stay He to Cajeta in strait Course did steer Cast Anchor there and turn'd his Sterns to shoar The Fourth Eclogue of Virgil. SIcilian Muses Let us raise our Strain Shrubs and some Tamarisks please not ev'ry Man This Past'ral Song deserves a Consul's Ear. The Sibyll's last Age now has run'ts career And th'Ages great Course must anew begin The Virgin comes with Saturn's Reign agen A new Race now from Heav'n is sent on Earth O chast Lucina favour the Infant 's Birth By whom the Iron Age shall cease and thro' The World a Golden Age shall rise anew And your Apollo's Kingdom shall ensue And while you 're Consul Pollio this our Bliss Commences with the great Months Happiness While you 're in Pow'r if any Taints appear Of former Crimes they 're null'd with Mortals fear He 'll live as God and see his Godlike Men With Heroes mixt and he 'll be seen of them And rule as his great Ancestors had done But Child to you as first small Presents th' Earth Untill'd in plenty Ivies will bring forth With Avens and as grateful to your view Brankurfine with the Aegyptian Bean will shew The Goats to you full Dugs of Milk shall bring Nor will the Herds fierce Lyons fear if seen Your Cradle ' tself sweet Flowers shall display The Snake and guileful pois'nous Weed shall die Th' Assyrian fragrant Shrub grow commonly But when you come to read the Heroes Praise Your Fathers Facts and know what Virtue is The Corn-fields yellow will begin to shew The Berries on wild Thorns will ruddy grow And Heav'n-dropt Hony from hard Oaks will flow Yet still some few Seeds of our ancient Guile Will spring and make us take a second Toil At Sea New Wall-towns build and till the Ground And there must be another Typhis found Another Argo Heroes to convey And other Wars with Battles in Array And great Achilles must again to Troy When after this you 're grown a perfect Man The Sailor shall give o'er the Seas nor then Shall Vessels Traffick carry to and fro But all things freely ev'ry where shall grow The Earth from Harrow free the Vine from Hook The Ploughman's Oxen shall discharge from Yoak Wool shall no longer take a borrow'd hew But on the Ram a Purple Fleece shall grow Sometimes a Yellow and the native Die Of Sandix-cloath the Lambs are feeding by The Destinies with the pow'r of Fate agreed Run on such Ages to their Spindless cry'd Dear Offspring of the Gods Jove's great increase O! now 's your time great Honours to possess See how the World jogs with its Convex weight The Earth the Seas high Heav'n in its Flight How all Things Joy express at th' Age to come O! that my Thread of Life may hold so long And Muses Vigour your Deeds to record Orpheus in Verse then shall not me out-word E'en with his Mother's Aid Calliope Nor Linus with his Father Phoebus by If Pan th' Arcadian God contends he 'll own Tho' judge himself himself by me outdone Your Mother