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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A58430	An essay upon the third Punique War Lib. I and II : to which are added Theodosius's advice to his son and the phenix out of Claudian / by T.R., Esquire.	T. R., Esquire.	1671 (1671)	Wing R81; ESTC R13110	37,502	69

AN ESSAY Upon the Third Punique War LIB I. and II. To which are added THEODOSIUS's Advice to his Son AND THE PHENIX Out of CLAVDIAN By T. R. Esquire Scribimus indocti doctique poemata Hor. In the SAVOY Printed by T. N. for William Nott at the Queens Arms in the Pall-Mall MDCLXXI To the Illustrious Prince JAMES DUKE OF MONMOVTH BVCCLEVGH c. May it please your Grace THe Art of War being that to which all great Men should apply their Studies as the most Heroick Profession to which Your Grace hath dedicated Your thoughts This Essay besides that it hath the Honour to be born in Your Service may justly claim Your Protection and the rather because in it there is an Image of a Brave Young Heroe whose Vertue so far out-strip'd the Deliberate Promotions of his Countrey that He ascended to the Highest Dignities by Dispensations of the Roman Laws not sought by his Ambition but voluntarily indulged to his Worth all which he obtain'd not so much by his Birth though of the most Noble as by an early application of Himself to the Study of what a Great Man should do and bringing into practice what he had studied And he was happy in this that his Employments seemed to be conferred on Him rather by Necessity than choice He appearing rather the Sanctuary than Servant of his Countrey by securing them from the Fears of Carthage and Numantia Ipresent Him to Your Grace in little and a rough Draught leaving Him to some better Hand to finish hoping Your Grace will more regard my desire than my Art to express my self Your Grace's Most humble and most faithful Servant T. R. AN ESSAY Upon the Third PVNIQVE WAR LIB I. TIme to that Point had run when Conscious Fate Resolv'd no more to strive with Juno's Hate But with the Gods comply who now their doome Had given ' gainst Carthage and reserv'd for Rome The Empire of the World while Libya sees Signs of their Wrath and their severe Decrees All that of Prodigie in Heaven or Earth Could be produc'd All that with monstrous Birth Could Nature fright or fill the World with Fear Or could confirm the People in Despair Shew'd that all Causes must to Fates give way And that the Gods themselves those Laws obey (a) The Peace after the end of the Second Punique War continued about 50 years during which time though the Carthaginians increased in Wealth and Pople Massanissa very injuriously possessed himself of much of their Territories and though they often appealed to the Romans yet could they never have redress which in some of the Great Ones added much to their in bred detestation of their power over them Scarce were the wounds of that Destructive War Which left in Africk's Face so deep a Scar Clos'd up when a Disdain of Roman Chains And sense of Shame through her yet Bloodless Veins Like a dire Feaver runs inflames her Heart And with a troubled Pulse strikes every Part. (b) Massanissa presuming upon his friendship with the Romans had so highly provoked the Carthaginians that they sent an Army against him under the Conduct of Hasdrubal who was overthrown by reason of which Massanissa not onely more encroached upon them but the Romans likewise to whom they still appealed for Justice made this an infringement of an Article of their League obliging them not to take Arms against an Ally of Rome and thereupon prepared for War The Cause of so great Ills my Muse relate And why the Ruin of an Anient State The Gods and Men should joyntly so conspire Must nothing under Heaven be kept entire When Great then Rome thy Fate will be the same With that of Carthage and when thy proud Name Hath fill'd the World so that Thou canst not rise More high nor be a nobler Sacrifice To Fortune Nations conquer'd by Thee shall Divide with Joy the Trophies of thy Fall After the Ivory Palaces inlay'd With Gold and Syphax crown the spoils were made Of Scipio Carthage disarm'd of all Her Force by Sea and Land and Hannibal In all the World Rome's Fear Alone remain'd Whose death with infamy soon after stain'd Bithyniae's Throne as if above the stroke Of Fate or Fortune Massanissa's Yoke Heavier than Rome's on Libya's Neck was lay'd For than a Civil Hand which has betray'd Its Country what can give a deeper Wound Such to serve Rome was Massanissa found What she had spar'd He cruelly destroy'd And what her Pity left his Pride enjoy'd She Honour only by her Conquest sought And lasting Trophies to her Temples brought Where emulous Nephews might her Actions read And boldly in those steps of Honour tread He sought not to subdue but to oppress And by extending Pow'r made Glory less No Bounds to his Ambition set a Bar But all was justly gain'd atchiev'd in War His violated Faith must serve the Times And give a Pious Name to greatest Crimes Poor Libya must believe 't is Heaven's Decree That she to Roman Laws should subject be Her Antient Valour to Religion now Must yield and to such servile Dictates bow (c) The Numidians though their Countrey was very fertil wholly neglected Tillage and all sort of Husbandry living in Tents and removing as their Pasture failed till Massanissa having united Syphax Kingdom to his own Inheritanee reduced them to a more civil life Vid. App. lib. Libyc As to her Fathers were unknown before And what she hated once she must adore Unhappy State where Treason takes her Stand Upon the Throne and do's in Chief command All Rites all Laws to Insolence give way And what should most command do's most obey The Voice of Heav'n to attend all Pow'r appears But a vain Sound still filis the Peoples ears What they expect they seldom can enjoy And present Evils all future Hopes destroy The gilded Name of Publick Good brings in All Mischief and what Vertue seems is sin Their use of Arms under the Latine Gown Is lost Rome's Rites the Libyan Customs drown As a fierce Horse by stroaking do's admit To bear a Rider and receives the Bit Which settled in his Jaws he quickly feels The Wand and sury of the Rider's Heels So by the Civil Customs brought from Rome By Massanissa Libya lost at Home That noble fierceness that once arm'd their hand Against the World and gain'd by Sea and Land Such Conquests as no Nation cou'd exceed But that to which Heav'n had the World decreed But in some breasts the Ancient Tyrian Name As yet surviv'd and Courage was the same As when Amilcar or his Valiant Son For Empire and Revenge the War begun The chief of these was Hasdrubal who stood High in the Peoples favour as in Blood Deriv'd from Ancestors who thither came With Dido and preserv'd a Noble Name Grief now to see the Carthaginian Bounds Confin'd to Byrsa's Walls his soul confounds Pity and Rage at once his thoughts divide Which streight are wholly to revenge appi'd Revenge that gives all ease to present