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Aeneas his errours, or, His voyage from Troy into Italy an essay upon the third book of Virgils Aeneis / by John Boys.; Aeneis. Liber 3. English. 1661
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Virgil.; Boys, John, 1614?-1661.
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and sacred Lawrel drest Comes forth his friend Anchises to accost We joyn rights hands and he becomes our host I in the ancient temple of that God Make my addresse Grant us a fixt abode Grant wals a stock a lasting State maintain Troy's second tours with what there doth remain Left by Achilles and his Greeks what guide Have we where shall we go or where abide O Father give a blessed augurie And gently glide into our breasts but I Had scarcely done when all things seem'd to shake The laurel porch the mouÌ„tain seem'd to quake The very Tripod rung upon the ground We prostrate fell and heard this voice resound Stout Dardans whence you first your birth derive Thither return that land shall harbour give AEneas house with those who thence descend Here far and neer its Empire shall extend Great joy here at amongst the people rose What seats they were al ask'd which Phoebus chose For our retreat My sir then old Records Calling to minde began yee Trojan Lords Hear and whereon your hopes are grounded know To sea-girt Crete great Iove his birth doth ow Ther 's Ida's mount thence we our birth derive A hundred City's there doe dwellings give Hence if I speak aright to Phrygian shores Our Grandsire Teucrus first advanc'd with oar's And chose his Empires seat nor Ilium stood Or Troy's tour's then they in the vales abode Hence Mother Cybel brazen Cymbals hence Hence Ida's grove and silent rites commence That Goddesse chariot hence yoak'd Lyons drew Come on let us the Gods Commands pursue The winds appease to Gnossian realms contend Not far from hence if Iupiter befriend Our fleet in Crete shall in thâ—â— day's arrive Then to the Altars he due rites did give A Bull to Neptune such was Phoebus right To storms a black sheep to fair gales a white Idomeneus was bruited to be cast Out of his native Throne Cretes coast laid wast Houses and towns deserted we forsake Ortygias port and all sail winged make We vinie Naxus green Donysa we The Cyclads through the Main which scater'd lie Oliarus white Paros passe and quit Those seas which are with frequent Isles beset A shout the eager sailers raise and chear Their willing mates brave hearts come let us steer For Crete our native soile a friendly gale Blowing a stern fils our distended saile And now we coast the Curets shore along Now I the wals raise of my wished town And call it Pergamus joy'd at the name Our men build houses and a Castle frame And now our ships were drawn upon the sands Our youth employ'd in choosing wives lands I dwellings gave but loe a mortal year From the Corruption of the tainted Ayre A lamentable-languishing disease All living Creatures trees and Corn doth seize Beloved life those either did exhale Or after them their pined bodies drawle The barren fields the soultry Dog-star burns Grasse drys the blasted ear no food returns My Sire the way to Delos to repeat And Phoebus bids his pardon to intreat To know when he would to our toils put end Our labours ease where we our course should bend 'T was night and sleep all mortals did possess Behold my Gods those sacred Images Which I with me from ' midst Troys flam's did bear To me in sleep dissolved did appear In all proportions by that light display'd Which through the window the bright moon convay'd They thus began and thus my cares allay'd What Phoebus to thee leaving Delos said He here repeats he us to thee doth send Troy burnt thee and thy arms we did attend With thee have cross'd the swelling waves the same Shall to the stars extoll thy Nephews fame And give thy City rule great wals prepare For thy great Heirs nor toile nor travel spare From hence remove Apollo to this strand Bid not approach or plant in Cretan land There is a place the Greeks Hesperia stile An antient land and strong a fruitfull soile Th' Oenotrians held it Italie the same Our moderns call from their first leaders name This is our distin'd seat hence Dardanus And Iasius sprung the root of Troy and us Rise and relate unto thine aged sire These doubtless truths then for Ausonia steer For Iove forbids this Countrey to possesse Astonish'd at this sight and Gods expresse Nor was 't a dream their faces wreathed hair I knew and did their voices plainly hear Whilst a cold sweat run all my body o're I start up from my bed the heav'ns implore With hands extended and a Sacrifice Offer this duly done I doe advise Anchises of all passages and tell To him in order what to me befell Our twofold I Parents and ambiguous race He did confesse with the mistaken place Then he son try'd in Trojan fates this thing Cassandra unto me alone did sing I now recall these fates to us as due Italian kingdoms she did of 't foreshew Hesperia oft but who could e're conceive That Trojans to Hesperia should arrive Or whom then did Cassandras Councell sway Better adviz'd let us the God obey Thus he and his advice all gladly take We also do this place forthwith forsake And leaving some behinde set sayl and now We with our hollow keels the Ocean plow But when we were advanc'd nor land could see And rounded were with nought but sea skye Loe o're my head a black storm-crouded cloud Hung which the waters did in darkness shroâ—d The sea windes furrow angry waves swell high Toss'd on the Deep we are and scatter'd lye Storms intercept the day mists veil the skye Whil'st from rent clouds vollies of thunder flye Forc'd from our course in darkned salts we stray Ev'n Poâ—inure discerns not night from day Nor doth remember how his Course to steer Three days we wander nor doth sun appear As many star-lesse Nights on the fourth we Land hills smoak in black Curls rizeing see Furling our sayls we take our Oars with these We dash the foam and cleave the azure seas Escap'd the Strâ—phades me first receiv'd The Strâ—phades from a Greek name deriv'd Are Islands in th' Ionian Main The place To which Celoeno and Harpynian race Retir'd when they by Phineus banisht were And their first pension did forsake through fear Then these no Monster 's worse no greater curse No greater plague e're sprung from stygian source The fowl's have Virgins faces purging still Their filthy paunches arm'd with talons ill And ever pale through hunger But when we the port entring neer did draw Fat Oxen in the Meads we grazing saw Goats without keepers these we did invade And of the prey the Gods partakers made Then on the shore we tables placing feast But from the mountains sooner then exprest The Harpyes stoop snatch and pollute our meat And making hideous crys their wings do beat Whil'st skreeches ' midst a filthy stench resound A shadie and a close retreat we found Under a hollow rock again we spread Our tables and fire on