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A08636	Ovids heroical epistles, Englished by Iohn Sherburne. Gent; Heroides. English	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Sherburne, John, gent.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.	1639 (1639)	STC 18947; ESTC S113658	76,443	159

losse deplores Whilst waves with her do breaking weep in showrs Or else her stepdame plagues this noxious sea Lately transform'd a watry deitie This place befriends no mayds for hence did grow Poore H●lles death and here I suffer too But Neptune if thy former flames thou mind Me thinkes no love should be impeacht by wind If bright Amimone and Tyro be No lying fables of thy love and thee Halcyone and Iphim●din faire Medusa then without her snakie haire Laodice Celaeno heaven re-inspheard And many more whose names I oft have heard All these and more as Poets sing would joyne In am'or ous sports their softer sides to thine Why then dost thou who oft loves power didst trye Seas wonted passage through thy rage deny Cruell forbeare and in the wide seas raigne Small is the streame that parts these lands in twain T'infest great ships were for thy state more meet Or fiercely to assault some mighty fleet What praise to thee can from a drownd youth rise Each pettie lake would scorne so poore a prize 'T is true he 's high and nobly borne yet he Descends from no Vlyssian progenie Cease then save two in one for though he swim Alone yet lyes my hope my life in him Meane while my taper for by one I write Crackles a signe some prosp'rous lucke should light Forthwith my nurse wine in the fire doth power Then drinks and cryes next morn we shall be more Come through the seas and make us more by one Oh thou beloved of my heart alone Come to thy campe then that thy love dost flye In empty bed why doe I lovely lye Thou need'st not feare love aids the bold essay The sea borne Goddesse will the seas allay Oft I my selfe could ev'n attempt the sea But that these waves mens friends not womens be Elle why when Phryxus first did passe the same Did H●lle onely give the flood a name Perhaps your strength for to returne you feare And that you scarce the double taske should beare In mid-sea then let us together meet And with sweet kisses there each other greet That done turne backe againe though this be small Yet is it better farre then nought at all Would God our bashfull shame or tim'rous loue Might yeeld to some and knowne and open prove Ill joyn'd in us is love with shame 'twixt these My choise I doubt this seemely that doth please As soone as Iason reacht the Colchian shore Away with him the Phasi●n Dame he bore No sooner Paris Lacedaemon eyes But he returnes blest with his beauteous prize Oft as thou comst as oft thou leau'st thy love Behind and swimm'st when ships can hardly move But yet thou victor of the seas so care So scorne its rage as scorning still to feare Oft well wrought vessells in the flood doe saile And think'st thine arms can past their oares prevail Where thou desir'st stout seamen feare to tend In such attempts wrackt ships have found their end I would not yet perswade what I advise And may thy courage 'bove my counsels rise So thou in satetie come and on my breast At last thy wave dividing armes dost rest Yet still as I convert mine eyes to seas A chilling cold my daunted heart doth seaze No lesse I me troubled with my dreame last night Though expiated since with sacred rite In dawne of day my Taper almost out A time whe dreames are most devoyd of doubt From out my fingers fell my twisted thread And tow'rds my pillow I enclyn'd my head When straight me thought I really did see A Dol hin swimming in the windy sea Whom when the waves on soking sands had tost At once the wretch both life and water lost It s meaning much I dread scorne not my dreames Nor doe thou venter save in quiet streames If not thy selfe at least yet pitty me Whose onely well fare is deriv ' from thee There 's hope e're long 't will prove a peacefull tide Then thou the waves with earnest breast divide Meane time cause seas doe hinder thee thy way Let these my lines asswage thy lingring stay THE ARGVMENT OF Acontius his Epistle to Cydippe AContius hapning to be present at the sacrifice of Diana in Delos to whose Temple many virgins did resort amongst the rest espies and was surprized with the love of Cydippe a damsell of noble parentage But considering the disparitie of his birth durst not adventure openly to wooe her Wherefore on a faire and goodly apple he writes his device and subtilly entraps her in this rime By Dian's mysticke rites I vow to thee That I thy consort and thy spouse will be The fruit he trolls unto her Cydippe takes it up and reads and unawares bet othes her selfe unto him For what vowes soever were made in the presence of Diana were to be observed and not revoked Her father after this ignorant of his daughters contract promiseth her in marriage to another Meane while Cydippe is taken with a violent Feaver Acontius layes hold on the occasion and labours to induce in her a beliefe that this sicknesse was inflicted on her by Diana for delaying to fulfill her promise And sirives to render him to whom her f●ther had affy'd her od ous in her thoughts by perswading her sh●e could by no meanes attaine her health unlesse sh● utterly reject him FEare not no more thou to thy love shalt sweare 'T's enough for me that you once promis'd were Peruse my lines so from thy limbs may part That paine made mine by thy induring smart Why blush you for I deeme a crimson staine Now dyes your cheekes as carst in Dians fane Wedlocke and plighted faith no crimes I move Nor as adultrer but just spouse I love Call but to minde the words ingrav'd that stand I' th' fruit by me throwne to thy virgin-hand There thou shalt finde thy promise to my plea Except with words thy faith forgotten be And that I fear'd Dians incenst yet thou And not the goddesse should'st have mark't thy vow Nay now the like I feare but more for loe Through lingring stay thy flames augmented grow So doth my love which never yet was small Fed by the hopes thou gav'st and time withall Thou gav'st me hope my love gave faith to thee Thou canst not Dian witnesse this denie She present was and noted every word And with mov'd tresse did her assent affoord So then report thou wert by fraud betrayd Whil'st love the cause of my deceit be sayd What drift had I save to be joyn'd with thee This thou do'st blame may our attonement bee Nor nature me nor art hath subtile made Trust me fair soul thou taughtst me first this trade If ought our art ingenuous love not I Prevaild and did the knot so firmly tie He the words prompted I the charme did frame And crafty through consulted love became Be I term'd subtile and this deed beare stile Of craft if what we love to winne be guile Behold againe I send intreaties write Complaine againe here

Small space will serve to waft me to thy shore Once there let winter to the utmost ●ore A fitting harbour for my keele lies there Nor can my barke ride safer any where Let Boreas keepe me I shall love my stay Fearfull to stirre and slow to goe away Nor rayle ' gainst deafer waves nor yet laments Seas are not pliant to a swimmers bent Let winds detaine me and thy tender armes And may I be with-held with double charmes When stormes shall cease I meane to trie my skill Be sure my deare thy light be ready still Meane time for me lodge these my lines with you Which heavens vouchsafe I nay with speed pursue THE ARGVMENT OF HERO'S Epistle to LEANDER HEro having received the Epistle of her amorous Leander re-answers it with tearmes of mutuall affection desires his company exclaimes against the seas is zealous of his slay rejects that conceit tells him her dreame And lastly admonisheth him not to come except in a peacefull and a gentle tide THe health thou send'st in words that I indeed May have Leander come thy selfe with speed All stayes are irksome that my joyes remove Pardon me pray I doe not slightly love Our flames are equall but farre short of thee Am I in strength mens sp'rits the ablest bee As maids limbs so their minds are weak and faint I dye except thou come without rostraint You men in various pastimes time may spend Your minds to tillage or to hunting bend Sometimes i' th Court now in the cirque againe Or with your nimble Coursers scoure the plaine Now birds with nets now fish deceive with line Or wash away the tedious houres with wine Though lesse myflames these sports I could not prove Nought rests for me to doe but onely love And that I doe and with more carnest might Than thou 'lt believe I can my sole delight Or with my nurse I sit and talke of thee And wonder what thy cause of stay should bee Or seeing winds to swell the justling tide In thine owne tearmes the spitefull waves I chide Or when th' enraged seas more calme become I say thou mayst but yet thou wilt not come Whilst thus I wail salt tears do drowne mine eyes Which with her trembling hand my old nurse dries Oft search I if on shore thy steps appeare As though the sands could still th'impressions beare Oft I enquire that I thy health may know Who from Abydos comes or who doth goe What need I tell how oft I kissed o're The cloathes thou lefts behinde thee on the shore Day past and nights more friendly houre drawn nye When glitting starres have spangled all the skye On my towres top a watchfull torch I place The signe that guides thee in thy wonted race Then slender threads with thirled spindle weave And by that womanish art slow time deceave Ask'st what my talke in all this space may be My whole discourse is onely fram'd of thee Nurse dost thou think my joy 's come forth of dore Doe any watch him and he feare the more Say are his garments off doth he annoynt As yet with subtile oyle each curious joynt When straight she nods not that she minds my love But sleepe alas her aged head doth move Then by and by alowd I cry now now He swims and 's armes doth midst the billowes throw And ere a thread or two I scarce have spun Fain would I know if halfe thy course were done Then looke I forth againe and softly pray That prosprous gales may give thee easie way Sometimes a voice we heare and thinke all bee The noyses that forerunne th'approach of thee Thus when the nights most it kesome space is past Slye sleepe invades my wearyed eyes at last Then though unwilling here thou sleep'st with me Present although thou would'st not present be Sometimes me thinks I see thee swimming nye Then that thine armes upon my shoulders lye Now for to cloath thy limbes with waves opprest Or hug thee laid upon my warmer breast Much more beside which I forbeare to tell I shame to speak 't though done they lik'd me well Oh! yet these joyes but transitory be For still with sleepe thou fliest away from me Let us at length our selves more firmely chaine And let our joyes be reall and not vaine Why have I past so oft the widdowed night Why slow so long art absent from my sight 'T is true the seas are rough and boistrous now But yet last night farre gentler gales did blow Why letst that slip why fear'dst not future doome Why lost so good a meanes and thou not come Though straight thou mee●'st as fit a time to passe Ye● ' cause 't was sooner that the better was Seas fickle state is changed in an houre A willing hast will quickly waft thee o're Once here thou shalt not need to grieve I trowe Lockt in mine armes no stormes shall worke thy wo Then I with joy should heare the winds and then Wish seas might never more be calme againe But whence pray comes it that the seas you feare Now which once scorned and contemned were For well I mind when first to me you came The streame was neare as rough as is this same When I cry'd out doe not so desperate be Least that thy courage be bewayld by me Whence springs this feare-where are thy bold thoughts fled Where he that not a thousand seas did dread Yet still be thus then desprate as before And stay till thou mayst safely reach the shore So thou 't the same and as thou writ'st dost love And so thy flames doe no cold embers prove Yet not so much the hindring winds I feare As least thy love like to the winds should erre Or east thou thinke thy danger passe the gaine Or me too small a purchase for thy paine Oft I my Country doubt or least there be Too great an ods betwixt thy selfe and me Yet could I well beare this so thou incline To no base love with any concubine So no strange armes thy softer necke enfold Nor new found love prescribe an end to old First let me dye then by such base wounds bleed And may my fate out-strip so foule a deed Not that thy selfe or any new sprung fame Hath giv'n me cause of griefe I writ this same But cause I feare who ere secure did love The place the absent oft to feare doth move Thrice happy they who present doe enjoy And know their crimes whom false ones not annoy As well forg'd crimes as true my minde doe strike Error and feare in me cause griefes alike Oh that thou ld'st come or winds or father may No woman be the cause of this thy stay Which should I heare my death from griefe would grow And much thou'lt sinne if thou shouldst kill me so But thou wilt not and all in vaine I feare Fierce winter is the cause thou com'st not here Ah! how the shores with batt'ring waves resound Dayes light within a watry cloud yes drownd Sure good Nephele Helles

is another slight If what I love I hurt I shall so ever Thee I must seek and seeking still persever Others by sword their fancied loves have sought And shall a witty letter be my fault Would god more snares I could invent for thee That thy vow'd faith might on no side scape free There rests a thousand wayes in one we wade My love shall suffer nothing unessayd Thou shalt be captiv'd though thou now art free Gods know th' event but thou shalt captiv'd be Though some thou canst not all those nets evade Which love for thee more than thou think'st hath layd If arts will not avail then arms wee 'l move And to my longing bosome force thy love I not the fact of Paris reprehend Nor any such who so have sought their end Nay I but I forbeare though death ensues Thy rape wee 'l meet it 'fore I thee will loose Wer 't thou lesse faire I should more calmly sue Thy beauty makes me I thus boldly wooe Thou and those eyes to which bright stars appeare Like foyles of these my flames first causers were Thy golden hairs neck which pure white doth grace And armes which oh may once my limbs embrace Thy gracefull lookes not coy yet blushing faire And feer which may with Thetis selfe compare Blest could I praise the rest sure they agree All in a sweet proportion'd symmetrie No marvaile then if by such forme constrain'd I would of thee a verball pledge have gain'd Whilst by our Art you say you captive are Why doe you not the lawes of captiv'd be are I l'e suffer envy so I may obtaine Why should the fruit from such a crime be tane His love Achilles forc't his Telamon Yet they to love their ravishers were won Accuse me doe be angry too and coy So I may thee though angry but enjoy I that first caus'd it will thy wrath allay If thou 'st but give me ne're so little way Weeping before thy face let me a peare And at each word I speake let fall a teare Like slaves that feare severer chastisement My hands unto thy feet for mercie bent Why am I absent blam'd assume thy right Command me as a Mrs plead in sight Then though thou proudly teare my haire or raze In scornefull manner with thy nayles my face I 'le suffer all and onely fearfull stand Lest my rude body hurt thy tender hand Thou need'st not chaines on me or fettets try Thy love will me stronger than fetters cie As thou shalt say when once thy wrath is spent How firme is he in love how patient And vow when how I suffer thou shalt see Who serves so well sure shall my servant bee Why am I guilt esse then condemn'd through hate My just cause lost wanting an advocate The verse love bade me write is all my blame Nor canst object ought else against my fame With me yet Delia ought not couzin'd be Keepe promise then with her if not with me She saw thee when intrapt thou blush'st was there And layd thy words up in her mindfull eare Forbid it heav'ns yet there is none than she More fierce gainst those that scorne her deitie Witnesse the Boare she sent unknowne to none Althea no lesse cruell to her sonne Witnesse Actaeon chang'd t' a Hart and made A prey for those that earst on wild beasts Pray'd Proud Niobe whose corps in marble pent In Migdon stands a weeping monument Ah me Cydippe I the truth restraine Lest in my cause thou thinkst I idly faine Yet speake I must this is it trust me why At poynt of marriage thou thus sicke dost lye The goddesse seekes thy good not perjurie And would by saving of thy saith save thee Hence 't is as oft you with your oath dispense That she as oft doth punish your offence Cease then t' incense the sterne Virag●es ire Whose wrath if thou 'st obey will soone expire Preserve those tender limbs from Feavers free Oh spare that face to be enjoy'd by me Spare spare those lookes made for our loves delight And cheekes inameld with pure red and white Who seekes our loves contracted to dis joyne May he as I for thy affliction pine I know not which my greatest crosse would prove To see thee sick or made anothers love Sometimes I vex and thinke I cause thy paine So that thou griefe dost through my craft sustaine And wish upon my head thy perjury Might light and thou from punishment be free Oft I with troubled thoughts about thy gare Make needlesse walks to understand thy state And foll'wing of thy man or mayd intreat By stealth to know how thou dost sleepe or eate Woes me I not the Doctors roome supply Nor fitting on thy bed thy pulse doe try But more unhappy whilst I being hence He 's there whom I doe chiefly wish from thence He takes thee by the hand and sets by thee A hated person to the gods and me Whilst on thy beating veine his thumbe he holds And by that meanes thy whiter armes infolds Thy breast oft touches perhaps kisses too A blest reward and farre beyond his due Pray who to reap our harvest gave thee leave Or shewd thee how thou mightst our hopes deceive Those breasts thou feel'st kisses thou tak'st are mine Wretch from her body take those hands of thine Remove thy hands she 's mine should'st do the same Henceforth thou l't merit an adultrers name Chuse one whom none can claime one that is free To tell you true this onely is for me Believ'st me not the contract heare or let Her read it lest thou think it counterfeit Be gone to thee this can no harbour lend What right canst thou t'anothers bed pretend Suppose thou promis'd wert she should be thine Yet is thy cause farr farre unlike to mine I by her selfe byh'r sire you promis'd were But to her selfe than father shee 's more neere Her sire thee promis'd but she swore to me He men attested she a Deitle He but of word she breach of oath doth feare Of these think'st which the greatest sin will beare Last to discern't to the event but looke Hee 's well in health she is with sicknesse strooke Then in our mindes unequall strifes we beare Nor is our hope alike unlike our feare Indifferent thou Repulse my death would prove In present I what you perhaps may love If care of equity or right you weigh You needs must to my lawfull flames give way Since then thy love ●njustly he doth sue What good Cydippe will my letter doe 'T is he thy paine and Dians hate hath wrought Barre him thy house if thou wilt wise be thought He did the hazard of thy life procure Would he that caus'd them might thy paines endure Him if thou leave nor love whom Dian hates We both shall then enjoy our healthfull states Feare not thou shalt enjoy thy health sweet mayd But conscious Dian must be first obayd Not in a sacrifice the gods delight But in a faith that is sincere and right