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A70789	The satyr of Titus Petronius Arbiter, a Roman knight. With its fragments, recover'd at Belgrade. Made English by Mr. Burnaby of the Middle-Temple, and another hand; Satyricon. English	Petronius Arbiter.; Burnaby, William, 1672 or 3-1706.	1694 (1694)	Wing P1881aA; ESTC R214727	116,639	298

unalter'd W. B. THE SATYR OF Titus Petronius Arbiter A Roman Knight With its Fragments recover'd at BUDA 1688. Made English by Mr. BURNABY of the Middle-Temple and another Hand I Promis'd you an Account of what befel me and am now resolv'd to be as good as my Word being so met to our Desires not only to improve our Learning but to be Merry and put Life in our Discourse with pleasanter Tales Fabricius Vejeuto has already and that wittily handled the Juggle of Religion and withal discover'd with what impudence and ignorance Priests pretend to be inspir'd But are not our wrangling Pleaders possest with the same Frenzy who cant it These Wounds I receiv'd in defence of your Liberty this Eye was lost in your Service lend me a Hand to hand me to my Children for my faltering Hams are not able to support me Yet even this might pass for tolerable did it put young beginners in the least way to well-speaking Whereas now what with the inordinate swelling of Matter and the empty ratling of Words they only gain this That when they come to appear in Publick they think themselves in another World And therefore I look upon the young fry of Collegiates as likely to make the most hopeful Blockheads because they neither hear nor see any thing that is in use among Men But a company of Pirates with their Chains on the shoar Tyrants issuing Proclamations to make Children kill their Fathers the answers of Oracles in a Plague-time that three or more Virgins be sacrific'd to appease the Gods dainty fine Honey-Pellets of Words and every thing so said and done as if it were all Spice and Garnish Those that are thus bred can no more understand than those that live in a Kitchin not stink of the Grease Give me with your favour leave to say 't was you first lost the good grace of speaking for with light idle gingles of Words to make sport ye have brought it to this That the substance of Oratory is become effeminate and sunk Young Men were not kept to this way of declaiming when Sophocles and Euripides influenc'd the Age. Nor yet had any blind Alley-Professor foil'd their Inclinations when Pindar and the Nine Lyricks durst not attempt Homer's Numbers And that I may not bring my Authority from Poets 't is certain neither Plato nor Demosthenes ever made it their Practice A S●il● one would value and as I may call it a chast Oration is not splatchy nor swoll'n but rises with a natural Beauty This windy and irregular way of ●abling came lat●ly out of Asia into Athens and having like some ill Planet blasted the aspiring Genius of their Youth at once corrupted and put a period to all tr●e Eloquence After this Who came up to the height of Thucydides Who reach'd the Fame of Hyperedes Nay there was hardly a Verse of a right strain But all as of the same batch di'd with their Author Painting also made no better an end after the boldness of the Egyptians ventur'd to bring so great an Art into a narrower compass At this and the like rate my self once declaim'd when one Agamemnon made up to us and looking sharply on him whom the Mob with such diligence observ'd he would not suffer me to declaim longer in the Portico than he had sweated in the School But young Man said he because your Discourse is beyond the common apprehension and which is not often seen that you are a lover of Understanding I won't deceive you The Masters of these Schools are not to blame who think it necessary to be mad with mad Men For unless they teach what their Scholars approve they might as Cicero says keep School to themselves like flattering smell-Feasts who when they come to great Mens Tables study nothing more than what they think may be most agreeable to the Company as well knowing they shall never obtain what they would unless they first spread a Net for their Ears so a Master of Eloquence unless fisherman like he bait his Hook with what he knows the Fish will bite at may wait long enough on the Rock without hopes of catching any thing Where lies the Fault then Parents ought to be sharply reprehended who will not have their Children come on by any strict Method but in this as in all things are so fond of making a Noise in the World and in such haste to compass their Wishes that they hurry them in publick e'er they have digested what they have read and put Children e'er they are well past their Sucking-Bottle upon the good grace of speaking than which even themselves confess nothing is greater Whereas if they would suffer them to come up by degrees that their Studies might be temper'd with grave Lectures their Affections fashion'd by the Dictates of Wisdom that they might work themselves into a Mastery of Words and for a long time hear what they 're inclined to imitate nothing that pleas'd Children wou'd be admir'd by them But now Boys trifle in the Schools young Men are laugh'd at in publick and which is worse than both what every one foolishly takes up in his Youth no one will confess in his Age. But that I may not be thought to condemn Lucilius as written in haste I also will give you my Thoughts in Verse Who ere wou'd with ambitious just d●sire To Mastery in so fine an Art aspire Must all Extreams first diligently shun And in a settled course of V●rtue run Let him not Fortune with stiff Gr●at●●ss climb Nor Courtier-like with Cringes undermine Nor all the Brother Blockheads of the Pot Ever persuade him to become a Sot Nor flatter Poets to acquire the Fame Of I protest a pretty Gentleman But whether in the War be wou'd be great Or in the gentl●r Arts that rule a State Or else his amorous Breast he wou'd improve Well to receive the youthful Cares of Love In his first Years to Poetry inclin'd Let Homer's Spring bedew his fruitful Mind His manli●r Years to manlier Studies brought Philosophy must next imply his Thought Then let his boundless Soul new Glories ●ire And to the great Demosthenes aspire When round in throngs the list'ning People come T' admire what sprung in Greece so slow at home Rais'd to this height your leisure hours engage In something just and worthy of the Stage Your choice of Words from Cicero derive And in your Poems you design shou'd live The Joys of Feasts and Terrors of a War More pleasing those and these more frightful are When told by you than in their acting were And thus enrich'd with such a golden s●ore You 're truly fit to be on Orator While I was wholly taken up with Agamemnon I did not observe how Ascyltos had given me the slip and as I continu'd my diligence a great crowd of Scholars fill'd the Portico to hear as it appear'd afterwards an extemporary Declamation of I know not whom that was discanting on what Agamemnon had said while therefore they

Heaven directed says Almighty Jove and you Saturnia found Safe by my arms oft with my Triumphs Crown'd Witness these Arms unwillingly I wear Unwillingly I come to wage this War Compell'd by injuries too great to bear Banisht my Country while I make the Flood That laves the Rhine run Purple all with blood While the Gauls ripe our Rome to re-invade I force to skulk behind their Alps afraid By Conquering my Banishment's secur'd Are sixty Triumphs not to be ●ndur'd A German Conquest reckon'd such a fault By whom is Glory such a Monster thought Or who the vile supporters of this War A foreign Spawn a Mobb in Arms appear At once Rome's scandal and at once her care No slavish Soul shall bind this Arm with Chains And unreveng'd triumph it o're the Plains Bold with success still to new Conquests lead Come my Companions thus my Cause I 'le plead The Sword shall plead our cause for to us all D●es equal guilt and equal danger call Oblig'd by you I conquer'd not alone Since to be punisht is the Victor's Crown Fortune invokt begin the offer'd War My Cause is pleaded when you bravely dare With such an Army who success can fear Thus Caesar spoke from the propitious sky Descending Eagles boding Victory Drive the ●low winds before 'em as they Fly From the left side of a dark Wood proceed Unwonted crys which dying flames succ●ed The Sun-beams with unusual brightness rise And spread new Glories round the gilded Skies New fir'd with Omens of the promis'd day Caesar o're untrod Mountains leads the way Where th' Fr●zen Earth o're-clad with Ice and Snows At first not yielding to their Horses blows A dreadful quiet in dull stiffness shows But when their trembling Hoofs had burst the Chain And soften'd milky Clouds of hardned rain So quick the melted Snows to Rivers run That soon a deluge from the Mountains sprung But thus you 'd think 't were done by Fates decrees For the Flood stopt and Billows rising Freeze And yielding Waves but now are Rocks of Ice The slippery passage now their fe●t betray VVhen soon in miserable heaps o' th' way Men Horses Arms in wild confusion lay Now pregnant Clouds with whirling blasts are torn And bursting are deliver'd of a Storm Large stones of Hail the troubl'd Heavens shoot That by tempestuous winds are whirl'd about So thick it pours whole Clouds of Snow and Hail Like Frozen Billows on their Armour fall The Earth lay vanquisht under mighty Snow An Icy damp the vanquisht Heavens know And vanquisht Waters now no longer flow Thus all but Caesar yield on his ●uge Lance The Hero leaning did secure advance Alcmena's Son did less securely rush From the proud height of rising Caucasus Or Jove himself when down the steep he prest Those Sons of Earth that durst his Heaven molest While raging Caesar scales th' aspiring height Big with the news Fame takes before her flight And from Mount Palatine approaching ills To frighted Rome thus dreadfully she tells A numerous Fleet is riding o're the Main The melted Alps are hid with Caesar's Train That reeking from a German Conquest come And with a like destruction threaten Rome Now Arms Blood Death and dismal Scenes of War Are to their Eyes presented by their fear With dreadful thoughts of coming VVar possest A wilder tumult raigns in every breast This flys by Land and that the Sea prefers And thinks his native soil less safe appears The Souldier trusts the Fortune of the VVars Prest by their Fate thus as they fear they run ' Midst these disorders through th' abandon'd Town A moving sight wild tumuls here and there Follow the blind impulses of their fear Vanquisht by rumour all prepar'd for flight Their much lamented Habitations quit Trembling this takes his Children in his Arms And that protects his Guardian Gods from harms Scar'd from their homes unwillingly they go And in their wishes stab the absent Foe Some bear their Wives amidst ten thousand fears In sad imbrace and some their aged Sires The tender Youth unus'd to Burdens bear Only that with 'em for which most they fear Some less discreet strive to bear all away And only for the Foes prepare the Prey So in a Storm when no Sea-arts avail To guide the Ship with any certain sail Some bind the shatter'd Mast with thoughts secure Others are swiming t'ward the peaceful shore While with full sails kind Fortune these implore But why do we of such small fears complain With both the Consuls greater Pompey ran That Asia aw'd in dire Hydaspes grown The only Rock its Pyrates split upon W●ose third Triumph o're Earth made Jove afraid Proud with success he 'd next his Heaven invade To whom the Ocean yielding honours gave And ●ougher Bospherus humbly still'd his wave Yet he of Empires and of Men the shame Quitting the honour of a Ruler's name Meanly at once abandon'd Rome and Fame Now this to Heaven it self does fears impart And the mild train of quiet Gods depart Frighted with Wars they quit the impious World And leave Mankind in wild confusion hurl'd Fair Peace as leader of the Goodly Train Beating her Sno●y Arms did first complain A wreath of Olives bound her drooping head And to Hell 's dark insatiate Realms she ●●ed Justice and Faith on her attending went And mournsul Concord with her Garment rent On th' other side from Hell's wide gaping Jaws A Train of dire Inhabitants arose Dreadful Erinnys sierce Bellona there Fraud and Megaera arm'd with brands of fire And th' Gastly Image of pale death appear Disorder'd Rage from all her Fetters freed Proudly ' midst these lifts her distracted head And her hackt face with bloody Helmet hid On her left arm a Target old and worn Pierc'd with innumerable Darts was born And brands of fire supported in her right The impious World with ●lames and ruin threat The Gods descending leave their still abode And the Stars wondring miss their usual Lo●● For all the Inhabitants of Heaven come Choosing their sides with factious fury down For Caesar first Dione does appear Pallas and Mars with his huge brandisht Spear Phaebe and Phaebus too for Caesar came And with Cyllenius to fill the Train Alcides went in all his acts the same The Trumpets sound when from the Stygian shade Wild Discord raises her disorder'd head From whose swoln Eyes there ran a briny flood And Blood congeal'd o're all her Visage stood Her hideous rows of Brazen Teeth were furr'd A filthy Gore there issu'd from her tongue With Snaky Locks her Guard●d head was hung Rent and divided did her Garb betray The Image of the Breast on which it lay And brandisht Flames her trembling hand obey Thus from Hell's deeps she past with dire design Vp to the top of Noble Appennine From whose proud height she all the World descri'd Earth Seas and Armies march on every side And bursting out at length with fury cry'd Let murderous rage the World to Arms inspire That every Nation