that swell Ad Lydiam Lib. 1. Ode 13. THE ARGVMENT It much him mooves that Lydia loues His Rivall And their life He doth commend whose loue toth ' end Continueth without strife WHen Lydia thou of Telephus dost tell His rosie neck and plyant armes dost praise My liver then alas begins to swell Enrag'd with wrath which nothing can appease My colour changing oft doth plainely shew How my perplexed minde is plung'd in woe And tears by stealth from watry eyes that flowe Can nothing quench loves fire that still doth growe I vexed am whether iarre-breeding wine Caus'd roaring Boyes to wrong thy shoulders faire Or the Lust-raging Lad those lips of thine The wanton marke caus'd of his tooth to beare Beleeve me he will never constant prove That rudely wrongs sweet kisses in such sort Those kisses which the Goddess faire of loue Graceth with the fift part of her best sport Thrice happy and more happy are they sure Whose mutuall love so banisheth all strife That pure and constant it doth still endure Till Fates cut off their well-spun thread of life Ad Grosphum Lib. 2. Ode 16. THE ARGVMENT No outward thing thee well can bring Vnto a quiet minde Within it is that brings this bliss There helpe we best may finde THe Marchant toyl'd in the Egëan Sea When Phoebe's face is vail'd with a dark cloud And the known stars from sight are fled away For ease unto the gods doth cry aloud For Ease the Thracians terrible in warre For Ease the Medes with comely quivers bold O Grosphus to the gods still suters are Bought with no gems with purple or with gold No treasure neither Sergeant can arrest The wretched hurly-burlies of the minde And cares with rest-less wings that beat the breast And in faire-fretted roofes still harbour finde He lives well with a little that doth keep His late Sires table furnisht with meane fare That is not robd of rest nor scar'd from sleep With hide-bound Avarice or heart-scorching Care Why doe we short-liv'd things on tentars set Our greedy thoughts with vaine desire of pelf In climats furthest off What would we get Who from his Countrey exil'd flees from himselfe Care vice-borne climbs into the brass-stemd ships In warlike troupes her selfe she slily shrowds Swifter then Stags swifter then windes she skips That do disperse and drive away the clowds Be Ioviall while time serves Time will not stay Hate curiously t' enquire what will betide Sowr discontentments with sweet mirth allay Entirely good nothing doth still abide Vntimely death did stout Achilles slay Old age Tithonus did Epitomize And my birth-star perhaps grants me a day To date my life which thine to thee denies Faire flocks of sheep fat heards of cattell low About thee and thy lustfull Mare with pride Neighs out now for the Chariot fit and thou Wearst purple twice in Tyrian liquors dy'd The Dest'nie ne'r deceiv'd on me bestowes A little ground and veine of Poësie Which from the pleasant Greekish fountains flowes And th' un-taught Vulgar wils me to defie In ambitiosum quendā avarū Li. 2. Od. 18 THE ARGVMENT That hee 's content with his small rent When richer still doe crave And for more look by hook or crook Though one foot in the grave NO Ivory seeling nor roofe adorned With light-out-streaming gold in my house shineth No beames from Hymet press pillars formed Where the sky-touching hill Affrick confineth No wealth by ill meanes doe I win Nor for mee clyents purple spin But of trust and wit some store have I To me but poor come men rais'd high by fortune More of the Gods themselves ne'r crave I Nor greater things of my great friend importune I wish not for more land or rent Sabine alone yeelds me content One day another day expelleth New-moons soon die Thou marble-trimmers hyrest Ready to goe where Pluto dwelleth And building vainely to long life aspirest From Neptune thou the shore dost steale away Incroaching on the angry Sea What should I tell how ' gainst all order Thy neighbours land-marks alwaies thou removest And from thy tenants that upon thee border Ground pilfers Thou from house and home out-shovest Both man and wife that wailing beare Their houshold gods and children deare Yet hast thou rich Lord no assurance So great of any house where thou remained As that thou shalt be kept in durance Of all-devouring hell and there restrained What wilt thou None the grave can shun It takes the King and the Kings sonne Nor was hells Catch-pole with gold bribed Wily Prometheus backward to bring againe He boasting Tantalus derided And his proud of-spring though they cry'd out amaine He easeth men cast downe with woe Whether they call on him or no. Ad Posthumum Lib. 2. Ode 14. THE ARGVMENT None can deny we all must die And riches to no end Som keep with fears which their glad heirs Soon riotously will spend OPosthume Posthume years doe passe away Like glyding streames Nor pietie can stay The wrinkled brow nor olde age hasting fast Nor death that all attacheth at the last Not if my friend each day in all thy yeares Stern Pluto thou should with three-hundred Steers Seek to appease Three-headed Gerion And Tytius ore the Stygian streame are gone Which all must doe that heer do draw their breath Both Kings and silly Labourers of the earth In vaine from bloody broyles we take our ease And from th' encounters of the Adrian Seas In vaine in Autumne seeke we to avoid The Southern blasts whereby we are annoyd We needs must see Cocytus heavie flood And Danaus cruell daughters staind with blood And Sisyphus that rowles against the hill The stone that tumbles back upon him still Thy house thy land and wife to thee most deare Thou needs must leave Nor to the mournfull beere Will any of these trees that thou dost dress Attend on thee but the sad Cyparess Thy heire more worthy riotously will waste Thy Cecube wines with many locks kept fast And die the pavement with high-spirited wine Better then Prelates drink of when they dine Ad Pirrham Lib. 1. Ode 5. THE ARGVMENT He saith their state is curst by Fate That Pirrha's baits inthrall From this gulf freed vowd gifts with speed That he hung o th' Church-wall WHat pretty youth weltring in roses With liquid odors overspred O Pirrha thee in 's armes incloses When thou loves Lecture hast him read i th' inner bower Neglecting curious dresses For whom plaitst thou the gold-wire of thy tresses How oft will he that at his pleasure Enioyes thee now alas complaine That he is robd of that sweet treasure By angry gods and vowes made vaine How will he curse the Seas so soon that wrangle Whom such sly baits could not before intangle For he poor soule deceiv'd beleev'd Thou wouldst be true to him alone And lovely But his heart now griev'd Thy false inconstancy doth mone His tents he in destructions black field pitches Whom thou untride with thy fair face bewitches
The Temples wall that 's consecrated To every eye the Table showes Where my sad ship-wrack is related And how i th' midst of all my woes I hung to th' Sea god after strange beseeches My doublet wringing wet and cod-piec't breeches Ad Martium Censorinū Lib. 4. Ode 8. THE ARGVMENT That to his friends he nothing sends But Verses and this gift Doth make mens name resound with fame And them to heaven up-lift RIch plate and Iewels that do lively showe The work-mans skill I frankly would bestowe Vpon my friends O Censorine I would Give them faire tables garnished with gold In-layd with Ivory on strong trestles set Th' high-priz'd rewards of valiant Greeks Nor yet Shouldst thou the worst have if I did abound With those things that Parrhasius have renown'd Or Scophas to these present times The one Cunning in colours th' other in hard stone To make a man or god But this I want And of such ornaments thou hast no scant Thou verses lov'st I verses can give well And of this gift the worthy praises tell No marble Statues with high titles wrought By which both breath and life againe is brought To noble Captaines after they are dead Nor Hanniball with break-neck speed that fled When all his threats upon himselfe return'd Nor faith-less Carthage into cinders burn'd Doe more his noble acts commit to Fame Affrick subdu'd that gaind a glorious name Then the Calabrian Muses If they faile To doe good deeds it nought will thee availe Had not the Boyes name long since from us fled Whom Mars when Ilia lost her maiden-head Begot if envious silence could from us Conceale the acts of worthy Romulus From Stygian rivers Aeacus set free By powr-full skill of divine Poësie Is canoniz'd for ever to remaine Amongst th' Heroës in th' Elysian Plaine Praise-worthy men the Muse forbids to die The Muse men blesseth with eternitie Great-hearted Hercules is so Ioues guest And frolicks with him at his wished feast The two Tindarian twins so safely keep The Ships though tost in billowes of the Deep So Mars his temples circled with vine-bowes Grants mens requests and binds them to their vowes Ad Lydiam Lib. 3. Ode 9. THE ARGVMENT Though late some iarre did them debar From kindness us'd before Yet ioyntly now they make a vow Of love for ever-more Hor. WHile lately Lydia thou didst love me When thy white neck I in mine arms then blest did fold And thou no Gallant grac't above me I then the Persian King more happy was inrould Lyd. While Horace thine affections flame Was firme and Lydia thou then Chloë ' steemd not less Thy Lydia then of no meane fame I liv'd more honor'd then the Roman Emperess Hor. Now Thracian Chlo ' has my heart sure That sweetly bears a part in prick-song and can play For whom I would deaths paine indure If so the Dest'nies would put off her dying day Lyd. Kinde Calais and me Love so Heats with his mutuall fire dispersing clouds of strife That twice I death would undergo If for my Boy I could renew his lease of life Hor. What if old Love to us wing make And us now severd in still lasting links do binde If gold-haird Chloë I forsake And Lydia my door ne'r shut against her finde Lyd. Though he be fairer then a starre Thou lighter then the cork that still doth floting lie And angrier then enrag'd Seas farre I love with thee to live with thee I wish to die Eadem aliter THE ARGVMENT In one state they can never stay Whom Cupids toyes intangle What now they chuse they straight refuse Still fickle and new-fangle Hor. WHen I enioy'd thee without check And none more welcome did embrace The snowie treasure of thy neck The Persian Monarke gave me place Lyd. While thou lov'd not another more Nor Chloë bare away the bell From Lydia renownd before I Roman Ilia did excell Hor. Chloë my Mistris is of Thrace Whose warbling voyce by skill is led For whom I would see Death's pale face If she might live when I am dead Lyd. Now Calais is my hearts delight He answers me with love againe For whom I twice with Death would fight If he my halfe-selfe might remaine Hor. What if sweet Venus doe revive And true-loues-knot between us tie If from my thoughts faire Chlo ' I drive If my doore ope when Lydia 's nie Lyd. Though he then stars be fairer farre Thou angrier then the raging Seas When ' gainst the sturdy rocks they warre With thee I 'll live and end my dayes Eadem paulo fusius THE ARGVMENT The storme now spent of discontent If Lovers words be true The bonds againe still to remaine Of loue we will renew WHen I had scal'd and did possesse The happy Fortress of thy love And all assaylants comfortless Tir'd with long siege did thence remove In Fortunes lap who then but I By Venus luld-asleep did lie Lyd. While thou this lovely fort kept well And thy affections did not range Nor ' gainst thee oft made vowes rebell Nor Lydia did for Chloë change No Princesse was more blest in earth I then did draw most happy breath Hor. Now Thracian Chloë hath the raines Of my affection in her hands Skilfull in Musicks sweetest straines And well to play she understands For whom I would breathe out my last If she might live when my life 's past Lyd. Well featur'd Calaïs is my ioy He hath possession of my heart He sets me free from all annoy He love for loue doth still impart For him I twice would death endure If him long life it might procure Hor. What are our iarres if Venus smile And cunning with her grace-full traine Our mindes distracted reconcile And binde us in a stedfast chaine If from my house faire Chlo ' I reave That it my Lydia may receiue Lyd. Though he in beauty farre excell The stars the fairest youth alive And thou unconstant be and fell As waves against the windes that strive With thee I would in life remaine With thee I death would intertaine Iulius Scaliger so extolleth this Ode and the next following that I assaid to translate this three waies desirous that one of them may give content His words are these Inter caeteras duas animadverti quibus ne Ambrosiam quidē aut Nectar dulciora putem Altera 3 4. lib. Altera 9. tertij Donec gratus eram c. Quarum similes malim à me compositas quam Pithonicarum multas Pindari quarum similes malo composuisse quam essetotius Taraconensis Rex Ad Melpomenen Lib. 4. Ode 3. THE ARGVMENT Whose birth the Mase doth not refuse To grace with friendly eye Shall glory gaine by the sweet veine Of divine Poësie WHose birth Melpomeney Thou smiling look'st upon No toyle in Isthmos him can make A famous Champion No stately Steeds shall draw Contending for the prize His conquering Charet going on With ioyfull shouts and cryes Nor good successe in warre To th' Capitoll him brings Adornd with bayes
freed from Brawls ne'r rest If break-sleep Thoughts in private houses wun If home-Cares after weary Pilgrims run If to new losses Marchants be inur'd If Husbandmen Want not to be indur'd Forbids to loyter if Toyle them o'r-throwes If Seas by Ship-wrack prove our deadly foes If Discontents attend a Bachlers life But more in vaine to watch a wanton Wife If Wars be bloody if the sharking Arts Of Vsurers suck blood from poor-mens harts Each Age brings Cares none like the present season Young Babes yet sucking Iudgement want and Reason Boyes it is hard within due bounds to keep And hare-braind Youth fall into dangers deep Fortune afflicteth men by cruell Wars By crafty fetches and revengefull Iarres By endless troubles linkt as in a Chaine Still to be chang'd for worse that doe remaine At last old-Old-age ill-wisht-for on us growes And us a spoyle to all Diseases throwes We alwaies present things despise t is seen That som have wisht they gods had never been Iuturna cryeth-out Why made he mee Immortall Why from Death's stroak am I free So unto Caucasus Prometheus ty'd Forbare not but on Saturns sonne out-cry'd Nor ceased he even Iove himselfe by name Because he was exempt from death to blame Behold the Vertues of the minde and see Hippolytus o'r-thrown by Modestie But he that takes delight his life to staine With Wantonness or baits of Pleasures vaine Let him behold what punishment did fall On lustfull Tereus or Sardanapal The Carthage Wars bid treachery eschue Saguntum that she kept her faith might rue Live and keep friendship still this onely thing The Pithagoreans did to ruine bring But fearing it Keep none for this alone Th' Athenians did uncivill Timon stone With inter-fering Cares Mindes fraught dissent That which now pleaseth straight will not content Some Honours seek which had they nought regard Who where they might command stand at Reward When this man is by favour raised high Hee 's thrust into the mouth of pale Envie Still watch-full Cares goe with the Eloquent But unkembd Clowns do want life's Ornament Be thou a Patron and defend th' accused Of Clyents Thankfulness is seldome used Be thou a Clyent then thou must be sure Thy Patrons words full of commands t' endure To this man Senators make sute and mone But straight disgrac't GRIEF him attends alone Poor Old-age men despise If Heirs thou want Of cheating Claw-backs thou shalt have no scant Be frugall and a Niggard thou art nam'd Be lavish then thou shalt be more defam'd If thou be forc't Adversitie to beare Then all things else will goe against the haire Then with the best Greek Sentence I agree T is good Not to be born or Soon to die To Mr. IOHN CAMEAGE Thou living dost right well to have Remembrance of thy death and grave Anagr. CAMEAGE AGE CAME Epigram de eodem When perils I by Land and Sea had past AGE CAME and Sommond me to death at last Epitaph QVae mihi prima dedit primis documenta sub annis Vrbs haec me tenuit donec maturior aetas Me varios hominum mores regna vocavit Visere nec rabidi vitavi vincula Turcae A queîs mirificè explicitus non immemor artis Typhi tuae incubuit pelago cum mortis imago Meque meosque ferè exhaustos ad littora fida Christicolum adduxi summus Deus ille deorum Mî nauclerus erat reducem me patria multos Post exaâ—tlatos terrà que marÃque labores Excipiens vocat intermissa ad munia vitae Et tandem placida hîc compôstus pace quiesco Angl. This Citie where to learn I first began Me breeding gave till growing to a man Strange fashions I and kingdoms longd to see Not did I scape the Turkish tyrannie From which delivered strangely of thy Art O Typhis that skilfull was in part Through raging Seas guided by power divine To th' trustier shore of Christians me and mine I safely brought Then almost spent with toyle I came againe to see my Countrey-soyle Where to my former trade of life addrest At last I here in quiet peace doe rest Epitaphium D. STEPHANI PROCTER Militis Absorptam tumidis navem prope fluctibus olim In portum docta dirigis ipse manu A Circes technis rabidaeque voragine Scyllae Dulcis ubi aeternùm est nunc tibi parta quies Angl. Thy Ship late tost from Coast to Coast Thou steerd i th' Port to rest From Circes charms and Scylla's harms Where thou art ever blest De Poculo Ad G. N. Pulchra tibi argenti labris enpocula mitto Candida purpure is iunge labella labris Haec te Nectareo saturabunt pocula succo Oscula tuque illis Nectare digna dabis Angl. With silver Lips this Cup to thee I send Which with thy rosie Lips allow to blend It will thee satisfie with Nectar sweet Sweeter then Nectar when thy Lips it greet Aliud Aurea labra tibi sunt huic argentea mista Sint haec ut pulchris lilia pulchra rosis Ad M. T. Tu surdo cantas das pulchra emblemata caeco Indoctis cum das carmina docta viris Angl. Thou Pictures shewes to th' blind to th' deafe thou sings When to th' unlearn'd thou learned Poëms brings Reverendo in Christo Patri D. IOH. KING Episcopo Londinensi ORphea mirari cessent Acherontis ab undis Ducentem Eurydicen dulcè sonante Lyra Aut Amphionio fundatas munere Thebas Dum tangit nervos artipotente manu Fluctibus aut dorso delphinis Ariona tutum Mulcet dum cytharae monstra marina melos Coelitus afflata hijs tua Regia Buccina praestat Terrenas mentes ducere docta Deo Angl. Let men now cease of Orpheus Harp to tell Which brought his wife Eurydice from Hell Or how Amphion with his Lute did call Both Stones and Trees to build the Theban wall Or how a Dolphin through the Seas did bring Arion hyr'd with his harmonious string Thy Kingly Trumpet fild with heavenly breath Excels them raising men to Heaven from Earth Sibi merito colendo D. IOANNI BENETO Militi Anagr. IOANNES BENETVS NONNE BEAT IESVS Epigram Vel tu vel nemo est Benedicte BENETE beatus NONNE BEAT IESVS te Benedicte Beat. Epigramma ad eundem Gratior est pulchro veniens si corpore virtus Cui non virtutis laus celebranda tuae Splendidior a facit quae si fortuna sequutrix Quis bene Fortunae dona locata neget Sed dedit haec Iesus qui se dat quo sine Formae Fortunae atque Animi sunt Bona cuncta nihil Ad D. HIGGINS cuius rogatu sequens Epitaph scripsi Ipse rogas reverende tuum que rogare iubere est Hoc Gravitas mira Mansuetudo facit Haec rogat illa iubet sic se amplectuntur ut tu Iusta rogans iubeas atque tubendo roges Epitaphium D. GVIL TALENTIRE Rectoris de Goldsbrough Tu bona Talentire tibi commissa talenta Condeb as sterili non malè cautus