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A25322	Anacreon done into English out of the original Greek; Anacreontea. English.	Anacreon.; Willis, Francis, b. 1663 or 4.; Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.; Oldham, John, 1653-1683.; Wood, Thomas, 1661-1722.; S. B.	1683 (1683)	Wing A3046; ESTC R7394	26,176	130

even my own work and account it my happier Rival nor could I propose to my self any other means of satisfaction then by wishing they would by a kind Metonymie accept the Author for his Book S. B. The Life of ANACREON ANACREON was a Poet famous for Lyriques amongst the Graecians and according to Strabo an Inhabitant of the City Teios whence he took the denomination of Te●…us and whence we read in Ovid Teia Mu●… about whose Parents the Antiquarians are of different Opinions and seem dubious on whom to confer that Honour Some would have his Father to be Scythinus others Eumelus others say his name was Parthemus or Aristocritus I shall not therefore endeavour to reconcile these differences but were I to guess at his Genealogy byass'd by the delicious Wantonness of his Stile I should be apt to conjecture that Bacchus had sometime stoln the Marriage-Sweets of Venus and palliated his crime with this off-spring His life was a continued Scene of Delight and his Body seemed instead of a Soul to be informed with nothing but Love He was much enslaved with the Masculin Love of a Beautiful Boy named Bathyllus as we may easily apprehend by his often mentioning of him throughout his whole Book as also by that of Horace Non aliter Samio dicunt arsisse Bathyllo Anacreonta Teium Nor was he less enamoured with the powerful charms of his Mistress Eurypile for whose affection he determined his Genious so to Love-Verses that Cicero says of him His Poetry is all ore a treatise of Amours Which I am apt to imagine a mistake knowing that Bacchus equally shares in it and he never separated those two chief Ingredients of an Epicurean's happiness Women and Wine To the Latter of these he seemed to owe all his Enthusiasm all the youthful vigour of his Old Age he was so actuated so enlivened with this as if when his own Spirits decayed Those of Wine became vital He was much addicted to the vice of Drinking whence he was reproachfully entituled by some 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 and the Athenians as Pansanias relates in his description of Greece erected his Statue in a Drunken posture There goes a very pleasant Story of him that once having took a Cup too much of the Creature he came staggering homewards through the Market place and ●…eeling against a Nurse with a Child in her Arms named Cleobulus he had almost beat her down nor did he c●…ave her pardon for this Offence but injured her as much afterwards wich a scornful hectoring reply upon which the Nurse begged that the Justice of Heaven would take it into consideration and prayed that he might be hereafter with all the Tyranny of af●…ectionate Passion as much endeared to the Child ●…s now he abhorred it Now after Cleobulus was past his Infancy he ●…ecame so strangely beautiful that Nature seem●…d extravagant in bestowing all her charms upon ●…ne face and the Gods being mindful of the ●…urse's request inflicted upon Anacreon the sweet●…evenge ●…evenge of Love as appears in some of his mai●…ed pieces where he draws up this Petition to ●…he God of Love Tu propitius ●…neras exaudi preces Fave Cleobulo suscipe amorem meum But Athenaeus is of Opinion that this Poet was not so much given to debauchery and seems ●…o clear him from the crime of Drunkenness when he says 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Lib. 10. Dei●… Fol. 429. that he onely played the Counterfeit as much in composing his drunken Songs as I have in translating them As for the other part of his Verses those L●…es of Love and b●…s for delight they seem by a kind of Sympathy to be co●…le to his Life and maintain an equal Correspondence with Mitth and Pleasure so that by the lusciousness of his Stile and neatness of Wit he got himself no small repute amongst the Ancients some of which dignified him with the title of the delicious Anacrean the Honey-Poet And Plato though a very nice Philosopher who allows of no pleasure but that in the Abstract who terms the gross enjoyment of the sensual Appetite a Brute delight ●…nd accounts that refined bliss the Marriage of Souls a property onely entailed on Rationalls yet he was so overswayed with the Poetical Philtres of of Anacreon as to sign his approbation of a more substantial delight in gratifying the Senses and abandon that aerie notion of pleasure as a shadow of Solid joy a mere creature of ●…ancy when he calls this Author the wise Anacreon Whose Moralls tell us he was a great Abetter of Epicurism he placed his Summum Bonum in the gross embraces of delight and all his Actions tended to that as to their Centre he pronounced to his Mind the Poets Requiem Aetate fruere Enjoy thy Life and if any hour slipped away without Mirth he accounted it mispent and himself guilty of the crime of Idleness he abandoned all gravity and Wisdom as bold Incroachers upon the liberties of Pleasure Business was a mere stranger to his mind nor did ever the turbulent thoughts of that discompose the calmness of his Breast Nay what most of all commands our Admiration is that when he was under the severe Discipline of Age when nothing is becoming but to be Morose and commence a Dissenter in Jollity to see how Love overpower'd all these Tyrants and a Smile could pry out some kind cranies to peep through his wrinkled looks how he could be capable at this Winter of his Life to be inflamed with Love As if Nature had priviledg'd in him a familiar Society a friendly Neighbourhood betwixt two Contraries Heat and Cold. I am apt methinks now to credit the theft of Prometheus or subscribe to the tenet os Heraclitus Physicus that his Soul owed its being to fire when I see it so often flash out in wanton sparks of Love and betray the flame within when he writes with all the heat of Passion But t is said besides these Love-Songs he composed several Elegies and Iambicks and several other Pieces of Poetry which the World hath not been so happy to retain The time he lived in is ambiguons Eusebius records it in the LXI Olympiad Suidas in the LXII and makes him Cotemporary with Polycrates a Tyrant at Samos His Verse so mollified the harsh temper of that Prince and as it were civilized his brutal Disposition that he became no small favourite of his But others are of Opinion that he flourished under the Reign of Cyrus and Cambyses and that not being able to suffer the Tyranny of the Persians he betook himself to Abdera a City in Thrace whose sometime inhabiting there might attone for the Epidemical Disease of that people Dullness here he long time enjoyed the sweets of a quiet Life attended with content and mirth the gay retinue of a Poet and in the LXXXVth year of his Age died being choaked with a Grape-stone upon whose death we have this Elegy out of Caelius ATte Sancte Senex a●…us sub Tartara misit

Cygneae clausit qui tibi vocit iter Vos Hederae tumulum tumulum vos cingite Lauri Hoc Rosa perpetuo uernet odora lo●…o At vitis procul hinc procul hinc odiosa face ssat Quae dirae causam protulit una necis Creditur ipse minus vitem nunc Bacchus amare In vatem tantum quae fuit ausa nefas English't thus HAil Bard triumphant whose melodious breath A Grape-stone stopp'd the Thunder-bolt of death Let Ivie now thy envied Tomb surround And let it be with thy own Laurels crown'd Let grateful Roses od'rous offerings bring And here enjoy an everlasting Spring But hence far hence be plac'd the treach'rous Vine That made immortal Thee to death re●…gn Bacchus self hates it now 't is thought and grieves T' has kill'd a Poet in whose Verse it lives ANACREON Translated out of the Original Greek I. Love I 'll sing of Heroes sing of Kings In mighty Numbers mighty things Begin my Muse but lo the strings To my great Song rebellious prove The Strings will sound of nought but Love I broke them all and put on new 'T is this or nothing sure will do These sure said I will me obey These sure Heroick Notes will play Strait I began with with thundering Jove And all the immortal Powers but Love Love smil'd and from my enfeebled Lyre Came gentle Airs such as inspire Melting Love soft de●…re Farewell then Heroes farewell Kings And mighty Numbers mighty Things Love tunes my Heart just to my Strings II. Beauty LIberal Nature did dispense To all things Arms for their defence And some she Arms with sinewy force And some with swiftness in the course Some with hard Hoofs or forked Claws And some with Horns or tusked Jaws And some with Scales and some with Wings And some with Teeth and some with Stings Wisdom to Man she did afford Wisdom for Shield and Wit for Sword What to Beauteous Woman-kind What Arms what Armour has she assign'd Beauty is both for with the Fair What Arms what Armour can compare What Steel what Gold or Diamond More Impassible is found And what Flame what Lightning e're So great and active force did bear They are all Weapon and they dar●… Like Porcupines from every part Who can alas their strength express Arm'd when they themselves undress Cap-a-pe with Nakedness III. Cupid or the Cunning Beggar ORe all when Night had silence spread Chain'd down by sleep and all lay dead When Moon and Stars below did rest With former watchings much opprest When even Thought in peace was lain And the Old Nothing seem'd to reign A pretty Boy at door did wait And me for Lodging much intreat Complaining long of cold and wet I am says he a fatherless And hungry Child in much distress My Mother to some neighb'ring Town To beg relief for us is gone Left me and Innocence alone Good Sir if the kind Gods you love Let me poor me your pitty move T was here he stopt and down his Face Methought the Tears did flow apace His formal Cant I soon believ'd And thought that I his Tears perceiv'd Compassion came from every part And pleaded strongly in my Heart My Heart which its own ills desir'd And even I my self conspir'd I rose and strook a Light then strait With Pious hast unlock'd the Gate So headlong to our Fate we fly So fond are we of Misery I saw the Youth 't was wondrous fair His Eyes did like two Stars appear His Limbs upon each other shone And made a Constellation But heats as yet I must not feel With Wings he did himself conceal For know with Pomp and Leisure he Prepar'd at length to Murder me His Darts and Bow did seem around To hang as Play-things newly found Destruction then with kind intent I modishly did Complement I warm'd his hands with mine but see Two fires did back upon me ●…lie For though more cold then Flint he came He had like that a secret flame His Hair was wet but even then Some glimmering beauties did remain At length the Curls in order lay 'Ore which that led my Soul away Millions of little Loves did play I call'd him Ganymede I 'de swear That Cupid was not half so fair Nay that I might my kindness shew I think I hugg'd and kist him too Cheer'd thus warm Life came up again And all in every part did reign All discontent and cares did cease His Bow-strings th' onely thing amiss So prettily he strait forgot Each grave and unbecomming thought Le ts try says affecting strait A meekly look the greatest cheat Le ts try if'gainst my Bow th' unkind Heav'ns rage and malice have design'd ●…re to the head the Dart was drawn And here the mighty God was shewn For Oh in my unwary Breast Death and the Fatal Steel did rest Impatient Sense and Nature dies And Love alone a Life supplies The grinning Boy augments my pain With Drolls and Sc●…ffs he wounds again Landlord he cries my Bow you see Is much above an Injury All ills against your Heart were meant Kind ills which Heavn and Cupid sent And you to me that warmth did give A double gift do back receive I grant my gratitude to prove That thou shall scorch and burn with Love IV. The Epicure UNderneath this Myrtle shade On Flowrie beds supinely laid With od'rous oyls my head o'reflowing And around it Roses growing What should I do but drink away The heat and troubles of the Day In this more then Kingly state Love himself shall on me wait Fill to me Love nay fill it up And mingled cast into the Cup Wit and Mirth and noble Fires Vigorous Health and gay Desires The Wheel of Life no less will stay In a smooth than rugged way Since it equally doth flee Let the Motion pleas●…nt be Why do we precious Oyntments shower Nobler Wines why do we pour Beauteous Flowers why do we spread Upon the Monuments of the Dead Nothing they but Dust can show Or Bones that has●…en to be so Crown me with Roses whilest I live Now your Wines and Oyntment give After death I nothing crave Let me Alive my pleasures have All are Stoicks in the Grave V. The Rose PRetty Rose Thou gawdy Flower Sacred to Love's mighty power Whence there 's no Lover ever seeks But finds Thee in his Mistres Cheeks Thee thy Red Jolly looks design The fit Companion of Wine Crown'd thus we 'll drink and merry be Till we look gay and Red like Thee Queen of all the Flowers that wear The Liv'rie of the painted year Thou Lovely Darling of the Spring How doest thou short-lived glories bring How doest thou vex us but in this That thy Life no longer is Thee the Gods love hence they design To draw thee fresh with Paint divine And in thy Reds strive to display The blushing Infancy of Day The God of Love more lovely now Adorns with thee his comely brow When with the Graces dauncing he Sees nothing there so fair as thee