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A34363
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The conspiracy of Aeneas & Antenor against the state of Troy a poem.
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1682
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Wing C5933; ESTC R18991
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THE CONSPIRACY OF AENEAS ANTENOR Against the State of Troy A POEM LVCIAN The Cock or Dream He has his thoughts busied about his Son Who is unworthy to succeed him or his Brother that raises Troops privately and makes Creatures underhand LONDON Printed for John Spicer 1682. THE CONSPIRACY OF AENEAS and ANTENOR Against the State of Troy c. LOng time had Troy through various Tumults past And War laid all her Habitations wast A Holy War for the pretended cause Was as 't is still Religion and the Laws 'T was said the King when he receiv'd his Crown Did Bargain with the Gods to Guard his Town And 's People claim'd his Coronation-Oath But as 't was wispered then he broke 'um both His Subjects might not their own right dispute His Empire was from Heaven and absolute Wherefore th' avenging Gods more angry grown Espous'd the cause and made it all their own They drove their own Anointed to distress And Crown'd a Rebel-Army with success At length the King at his own Gate being slain And all the Trojan Towers Rebuilt again Priam by Right and Merit claims the Throne Priam though young yet mighty in renown For none with greater Courage in the war Against Alcides Bosom broke his Spear Thrice through their Ranks his Passage he 'd have forc'd But being but young as many time unhors'd Had half his Army half his Courage shown Laomedon till now had kept his Crown A happy King in such a Sons defence And happy he in being still but Prince Never did King at such advantage rise Known to be Gracious and reputed Wise Born on his Subjects Love and big with Fate Suppos'd the only means to fix the State His friendship by each neighbouring Prince embrac'd And every Subject blest Him as he pass'd Whose ev'ry Purse so freely he might use His own Estate was thought superfluous With which he all his Enemies regain'd And with a Golden shower enrich't his Land Thus did he Reign near thirty years in Peace And saw his Line to fifty Sons encrease All which did promise wonders in their Youth But in Physiognomy there is no truth For al deceiv'd his hopes but only one The God-like Hector his brave eldest Son Hector his Fathers Joy and Countries Pride And to whose Sword the Fate of Troy was ty'd When any State did any Monarch brave The proudest Tyrant Hector's Aid would Crave But when too far his Victories did run Priam did only Countermand his Son And strait he spew'd up all that he had won So when the Zealous Multitude that dwelt Beyond Scamander's bounding stream rebell'd By Hectors hand they easily were quell'd Who then in silent Triumph big with Fame Like Phoebus to his Fathers Arms he came Having restor'd his Heaven to its Peace But see a fatal Helen sails from Greece Who shall betray your Councels to her Lord And from their Head remove your trusty Sword See how the Neighbouring Potentates Conspire And Chalchas holy Zeal blows up the Fire Chalchas th' eternal Foe of Ilium's State By Priests-Succession does derive his hate He makes all Heaven his Pious Cause Espouse And arms more War-like-Saints then Atlas knows But arm them all their own Created Shrines While the Palladium in our Temples shines Which does from Heaven its Pedigree derive The greatest Blessing Jove himself could give A Guard sufficient if all others fail ' Gainst which e'en Hell its self shall ne're prevail Jove from his Mount beholds you toyl in vain And laughs at all the empty tricks of man He lets you fight to work his own decree For these thou kill'st had dy'd in spight of thee At our expence the Grecian valour try And by their Swords a thousand Trojans dye Ten thousand Greeks lie scattered o're the Strand And with their Blood enrich a hostile Land But Priam when the War came on a pace Dispatcht his darling Polydore to Thrace And with him a prodigious Sum did send No greater errour did this King attend Than looking on that Tyrant as his friend Who when the fate of Troy shall backward run And Priams Family be quit undone Shall seize the Treasure when the brat is slain While the poor Bitch his Mother howls in vain Priam cries out hast to the Seas and burn Their thousand Ships the hopes of their return For this Important Action on the Foes Aeneas and Sarpedon heads were choose The proud Aeneas though in Person Mean All grant his Mother was the Cyprean Queen But when her Husband from Tydides fled The Lord Anchises slipt into his bed This mother did his credulous Youth abuse And baneful Doctrines in his Soul infuse In his opinions obstinate and bold To save all Troy he would not quit his hold When he so pleas'd for high Employments fit For grant him Courage though you doubt his Wit Strict and severe as all his Creatures know Then he 's a heart that ne're forgave a foe To Love has been a Martyr o're and o're Then whom none knew so much none suffer'd more But when his Wife Creusa did expire What pity 't was she perish't in the fire And lest the Prince should pine away with grief Th' Oraculous Priest afforded this Relief Ne're wet your eyes for what you 've Left behind For Mightier things and Nobler beds design'd The fair Lavinia to your Arms I 'le bring And by her Interest make you more then King Pleas'd and astonisht he could nothing say In expectation of the happy Day This was the Chief Sarpedon by his side A Lyrian Prince but near to Troy ally'd For Ilus Daughter was his Fathers Bride Unfortunately brave a wondrous Man Who if he lost the day did honour gain No soul more true no native Subject draws A trustier Sword in injur'd Priam's Cause These chiefs the Trojans eagerly obey And through the Greeks with slaughter force their way Who from th' unequal Combat do retire And perish in the Waves to shun the Fire Two different Gods their ruine do conspire Immortal Honour did the Leaders gain Ajax being fled and great Patroclus slain Seldom before could Trojan Armies boast So great a Conquest with so little cost But that it pleas'd the Rulers of the deep Just in the nick Aeneas fell asleep The Grecians finding now that vain was force To Plots and Strategems they take recourse Calchas crys out all other means are vain But kill the King and hinder Hector's reign Steal the Palladium from 'um and beat down The curst Religion that defends the Town And in it's stead we 'l introduce our own We 'l tell 'um that the Deity 's the same And only differs in the form and name And Pallas so she pleas'd her self is grown A Horse by Transubstantiation The Management of which we will Commit To Diomed's valour and Ulisses wit T' Aeneas straight Ulisse's does repair And with this pleasing Musick Charms his Ear Illustrious Prince great e'en by Birth design'd Which yet is far inferiour to thy mind Consult the Gods th' art