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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A78287	The odes of Casimire translated by G.H.	Sarbiewski, Maciej Kazimierz, 1595-1640.; Hills, G., translator.	1646 (1646)	Wing C1214; Thomason E1163_2; ESTC R210098	32,792	157

those whom Fortunes frowne By the swift violence of her wheele throwes down Shee would not raise again with ease So active in such nimble sports as these Despaire not Sir whose footsteps now Thou' rt said to kisse and lick the dust of 's shooe Let Fortune her light wheele but turne And then Tarquinius thou shalt soon discerne From his proud height him downward thrust His trampled robes smoking in mire and dust Thy jeeres and laughter then forbeare His all-bespattred lookes thou shalt nor feare Nor trample on remembring how Fortune a doulble ball doth often throw To Publius Memmius Ode 2. Lib. 2. That the shortnesse of mans life is to bee lengthened by good deeds THe Valleys now all clad in gray By Winter when Sol darts his ray On neighbouring hills hee 'l naked lay As heretofore But when the winter of thy yeares With snow within thy locks appeares When hoary frost shall dye thine haires It parts no more Summer and Autumn's quickly gone Th' approaching Spring will passe as soon Gray hayres and chilling cold alone With thee will stay To thy ill colour Nard distill'd Nor the renew'd perfumes o' th' field Of flowres can any vertue yeild Or tak 't away Thee whom thy youth hath giv'n to day At night old age will take away Thy time to double is to lay A same most bright Whom snach'd by death his friends bemone Hee hath liv'd long Let every one Write Fames sole heire that 's free alone From th' rape of night A Departure from things humane Ode 5. Lib. 2. LIft me up quickly on your wings Ye Clouds and Winds I leave all earthly things How Devious Hills give way to mee And the vast ayre brings under as I fly Kingdomes and populous states see how The Glyst'ring Temples of the Gods doe bow The glorious Tow'rs of Princes and Forsaken townes shrunke into nothing stand And as I downward looke I spy Whole Nations every where all scattred lye Oh the sad change that Fortune brings The rise and fall of transitory things Here walled townes that threatned Heav'n Now old and ruin'd with the earth lye even Here stately Pallaces that thrust Their heads i' th' ayre lye buried all in dust Here the Ayre Temp'rate is and mild But the fierce people rush to warres most wild Here in a joyfull peace they rest But Direfull Murraines their quiet fields lay wast Here the whole Land doth scorching lye Under the glitt'ring Armes o' th' Enemy Under the hovering stroke o' th' Fates The Armies yet both stand and fury waites With doubfull steps upon the warre Fresh courage here the mingled troopes prepare Each against other fiercely run And mutually they worke destruction The slaughtered heapes in reeking gore With bloudy covering spread the fields all o're Here on safe Seas as joyfull prize Is strip'd away th' Aegyptian Merchandize Whilst the full Havens thick beset Doe furiously with fierce contention fret Mars hath his divers Causes and His severall fashion'd weapons to command From the Adultresse smiling lookes Pleasure doth fight and unto Warre provokes The doting world with Helen burnes This sordid man oh base advantage turnes Revenge of vvords to blowes Mischiefe begets it selfe from mischiefe growes Small sins by example higher dare Nor doth all sin alvvaies like sin appeare There th' Easterne Sea lyes coverd o're With vvarlike Fleets Thetis begins to rore With stormes of flaming Brasse and here Th' astonish'd Rocks all trembling stand with feare The troubled Sea vvith vvinds beset With stronger vvaves ' gainst the full shore doth beat Forbeare cruell men to multiply With fire Sword-vvrack your single destiny Is the large Earth too narrovv grovvne Such slaughters such dire tragedies to ovvne Large Kingdomes there brought under thrall With Tumult stagger and for feare doe fall Where in one Ruine wee may see The dying people all o'rewhelmed lye The silent dust remaines to let The weary Pilgrim this Inscription set In after times as hee goes by King Kingdome People here entombed lye What should I name the raging Seas Whole Havens over-flowing and with these I' th' sudden floud whole Cities drown'd The shaken Temples of the Gods that sound Kings Pallaces what should I name Now sunkei ' th' deepe small Cottages i' th' same Vast wealth I see swept downe with th' tyde Rich treasure in the Ocean floting glyde The active world t' each others harmes Doth daily fight and the pale Goddesse armes The bloudy scene with slaughters warrs With utter ruins and with deadly jarrs Thus there 's no Exit of our woes Till the last day the Theater shall close Why stay I then when goe I may To 'a house enlightned by the Suns bright ray Shall I still dote on things humane Lift up your longing Priest yee Clouds oh deigne Lift m'up where th' aire a splendour yeilds Lights the sun's chariot through the azure fields Am I deceived or doe I see The following winds on their wings mounting me And now againe Great kingdomes lye Whole Nations perishing before mine eye The earth which alwayes lesse hath beene Then 's Globe and now just now can scarce be seene Into it's point doth vanish see Oh the brim'd Ocean of the Deitie Oh Glorious Island richly free From the cold Harbours of mortality Yee boundlesse seas with endlesse flouds of rest Girt round Sarbinius your panting Priest To Publius Memmius Ode 7. Lib. 2. AMidst our losse it were some ease If things did fall with the same stay and leisure They rise but sudden ruines seize On our most lofty things and richest treasure Nothing long time hath happy been The restlesse Fates of peopled-Cities passe In a few hour 's destroy'd w'have seen In many yeares what never raised was He gave to Chance long time that said One day's enough whole Kingdomes t' overthrow Each moment holds a people swayd Under a fatall and exalted blow Being neere thy death then Publius spare To load the Gods with thy blasphemous plaints That Funeralls so frequent are Or death so much thy neighbours houses haunts The houre that first to thee gave life That thou should'st likewise dye gave first to thee He hath liv'd long who well doth strive Sure alwaies of eternall life to bee To Asterius Ode 8. l. 2. VV' Are mock'd with ' baytes that fortune fling And fed with th' empty husks of things Shadowes not friends we entertaine W' are pleas'd with the deceitfull traine Of words and thinke them deeds But when Th' unconstant wheele shall turne agen To th' parting Goddesse wee shall see Those friends the selfe-same words deny Things Humane under false names please Our gifts match not our promises Religion lesse to be doth use Then the large language of our vowes Out of Solomon's sacred Mariage Song Ode 19. Lib. 2. THou shunnest me like to a fearfull Roe Which as the stormy North-winds blow Or the rough noise o' th' suddaine Easterne blast Is snatch'd away with forcelesse hast For th' early frost the trembling leaves doth fright Or else the