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A44478	The poems of Horace consisting of odes, satyres, and epistles / rendred in English verse by several persons.; Works. English. 1671	Horace.; Brome, Alexander, 1620-1666.; Fanshawe, Richard, Sir, 1608-1666.; T. H. (Thomas Hawkins), Sir, d. 1640.; Dunstall, John, fl. 1644-1675.; Loggan, David, 1635-1700?	1666 (1666)	Wing H2781; ESTC R43263	170,972	418

must the sootie shore Of dull Cocytus th' empry store Of Daunus wicked stock And Sisyphs restless rock Thou must forgoe thy lands and goods And pleasing wife Nor of thy woods Shall any follow thee But the sad Cypress-tree Thy worthy heir shall then carowse Thy hoarded wines and wash the house With better Sack then that Which makes the Abbots fat A Paraphrase on the same Ode by S. W. 1. Time Posthumus goes with full sail Nor can thy honest heart avail A furrow'd brow old age at hand Or Death unconquer'd to withstand One long night Shall hide this light From all our sight And equal Death Shall few dayes hence stop every breath 2. Though thou whole Hecatomb's should'st bring In honour of th' Infernal King Who Geryon and Tytio bold In chaines of Stygian waves doth hold He 'l not prize But more despise Thy sacrifice Thou Death must feel 'T is so decre'd by the Fatal Wheel 3. The numerous Off-spring of the Earth That feed on her who gave them birth Each birth must have its funeral The Womb and Urn's alike to all Kings must die And as 〈◊〉 As thou or I And though they have Atchievements here there 's none in th' Grave 4. In vain we bloody battles flie Or fear to sail when wines are high The Plague or an infectious breath When every hour brings a new Death Time will mowe What e're we sow Both weal and woe Shall have an end And this th' unwilling Fates must send 5. Cocytus lake thou must waft o're Thy totter'd boat shall touch that shore Thou Sisypus ere long must know And into new acquaintance grow Shalt with life Leave house and wife Thy loves and strife And have no tree But the sad Cypress follow thee 6. Mean while thy heir shall nobly quaffe What thou with hundred locks kept't safe Caecuhan wines and wash the Flore With juice would make an Emperor rore 'T will be thy lot Question it not To be forgot With all thy deeds E're he puts on his Mourning weeds ODE XV. By Sir R. F. Against the Luxury of his Age. OUr Princely piles will shortly leave But little lands for ploughs to cleave Ponds out-stretch Lucrine shores Unmarried Sycamores Supplant the Elmes The Vi'let Rose With all the junkets of the Nose Perfume the Olive-yards Which fed their former Lords And Daphne twists her limbs to shun Tne sons rude Courtship Not so done By Cato's Precedent And the old Regiment Great was the Commonwealth alone The private small No wide Balcon Measur'd with private square Gap'd for the Norths cool air Nor the next turf might men reject Bid at the Publick Charge t' erect Temples and Towns alone Of beautiful new stone ODE XVI By Sir R. F. To GROSPHUS That tranquillity of the mind is wisht by all But that the same is not purchased by heaping up Riches or obtaining Honours but by bridling the desires QUiet the trembling Merchant cries Into Egean seas driven far When the Moon winks and he descries No guiding st●● Quiet in War the T●raian bold Quiet the Medes with quivers dight Not to be bought with gems nor gold Nor purple bright For 't is not wealth nor armed troops Can tumults of the mind remove And cares which about fretted roofs Hover above His little 's much whose thrifty board Slunes with a salt that was his sires W●ose easie sleeps nor fears disturb Nor base desires Why in short life eternal care Why changing for another Sun Who having shun'd his Native air Himself could shun Take horse rude Care will ride behind Embarque unto thy ship she crouds Fl●●ter them Stags and the East-wind Chasing the Clouds Let minds of any joy possest Sweeten with that whatever gall Is mixt No soul that ere was blest Was blest in all The fam'd Achilles timeless dy'd Old Tyth●n did his bliss out-live And Chance what she to thee deny'd To me may give A hundred flocks about thee bleat And fair Sicilian heifers low To thee large neighing Mares curvete In scarlet thou Twice-dipt are clad Indulgent fate Gave me a Graunge a versing vein A heart which injur'd cannot hate But can disdain ODE XVII by Sir R. F. To MAECENAS sick That he will not live after him WHy dost thou talk of dying so Neither the Gods nor I 'm content Maecenas that thou first shouldst go My Pillar and great Ornament If thee the one half of my soul A riper fate snatch hence alas What should I stay for neither whole And but the dregs of what I was That day shall end us both Come come I 've sworn't and will not break it neither March when thou wilt to thy long home That journey we will make together Chimaera's flames nor were he rise Again Briareus hundred hands Should keep me back 'T is justice this And in the Book of fate it stands Were I or under Libra born Or Scorpio my ascendant be With grim aspect or Capricorn The Tyrant of the Latian sea Our stars do wondrously consent Benigner Iove repriev'd thy breath When Saturn was malevolent And clipt the hasty wings of Death In frequent Theater when thee Thrice the rejoycing people clapt A falling Trunk had brained me Between if Faunus had not slept The guardian of Mercurial men Pay thou an ample sacrifice And build the Chappel thou vowd'st then For me an humble Lamkin dies ODE XVIII By Sir T. H. He affirmeth himself to be contented with a little while others are wholly addicted to their desires and increase of riches as if they should alwayes live NO guided roof nor Ivory Fret For splendor in my house is set Nor are beams from Hymettia sought To lie a-thwart rich Colmns brought From Africk nor I heir unkown Make Attalus his wealth mine own No honest Tenants wives you see Laconian purples weave for me A loyal heart and ready vain Of wit I have which doth constrain Rome's richest men to seek the love Of me though poor Nor gods above Doe I invoke for larger store Nor of Maecenas ask I more To me my single Sabine field Sufficient happiness doth yield One day thrusts on another fast And new Moons to the wane do hast When Death perhaps is neer at hand Thou fairest Marbles dost command Be cut for use yet dost neglect Thy grave and houses still erect Nay would'st abridge the vast Seas shore Which loudly doth at Baiae rore Enriched little less content With limits of the Continent Why often pull'st thou up the bounds T' enlarge the circuit of thy grounds Encroaching far from Confines known To make the neigbouring field thine own The husband wife and sordid brood With antient houshold gods that stood In quiet peace must be expell'd Yet is not any Mansion held For the rich Land-lord so assur'd As deep in Hell to be immur'd Then whither do you further tend Th' indiffrent earth an equal friend As willingly opens her womb For Beggars grave as Princes tomb Gold could of Charon not obtain To bear Prometheus back again Proud

not so cruel be My tender sides not alwayes can sustain At thy hard doors down-syling rain ODE XI By Sir R. F. To MERCURY That he would dictate to him a song wherewith to bend Lyde The Fable of Danaus Daughters O Mercury for taught by ●ou Deaf stones by th' ears Amphion drew And Shell whose hollow Belly 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 seven strings Once mute and graceless now the tongue Of Feasts and Temples lend me a song To thrid the maze of Lyde's prayer Resisting ear Who like a three years Colt doth fetch A hundred rings and 's hard to catch Free from a husband and not fit For backing yet Thou mak'st stiffe Forrests march retreat Prone rivers Cerberus the great Porter of Hell to thee gave way Stroak'd with a Lay Though with a hundred Snakes he curl His head and from his nostrils hurl A filthy stream which all bedrops His triple chops Ixion too with a forc't smile Did grin The tubs stood dry a while Whilest with thy Musick thou didst please The Belides Tell Lyde that that Virgin-slaughter And famous torment the vain water Coozning their Urnes through thousand drains And Posthume pains For cruel Maids laid up in store Cruel For what could they do more That could with unrelenting steel Their Lovers kill One onely worthy Hymens flame And worthy of immortal Fame Her perjur'd father pious child Bravely beguil'd Who said to her young Husband Wake Least an Eternal sleep thou take Whence least thoo look'st deceive my Sire And Sisters dire Who like so many Tygers tear Alas the prey I tenderer Will neither slay nor keep thee thus I' th Slaughter-house Me let my Savage father chain Because my Husband is unflain Or into farthest Africa Ship me away By Land or Sea take thou thy flight Cover'd with wings of Love and Night Go go and write when thou art safe My Epitaph ODE XII To NEOBULE Argument They live in miserable thrall Whom no refreshments chear at all Stout Heber wounds with amorous dart His Sweet-heart Neobule's heart Miserarum est THey 'r wretched who in love ne're recreate Nor with sweet Wines their maladies abate With fear of Uncles sharp reproof dismay'd Thy basket Neobule Cupid takes And Liparean Hebrus lustre makes Thee leave thy web and painful Pallas trade He than Bellephron can better ride At hand-fights foot-course still victorious try'd When his oyl'd limbs are bath'd in Tybers flood He cunning is to chase a roaming Hart O'r Champains and transfix him with his dart And surprize Bores skult in the bushy wood ODE XIII To the Fountain of Blandusia Argument He to Blandusia's Chrystal Spring A Kid for Sacrifice will bring And doth the sweet delights recount Of that refriegerating Fount O fons Blandusiae BLandusian Spring tralucenter than glass Worthy wine-offerings deck'd with flowry grass I 'le slay to thee to morn A Kid crown'd with youthful horn Choosing his mate and conflicts all in vain For a lascivious Off-spring shall distain And file thy frigid flood With mixture of Purple blood Thou' rt free from Dog-stars servent influence Thou do'st thy sweet refreshing streams dispence To Bullocks tired out And Heards roving all about Ev'n thou shalt be a far-renowned Spring Whilest I of Rocks crown'd with the Ilex sing Whence the loud waters rush Down head-long with vi'lent gush ODE XIV By Sir T. H. To the Roman people This Ode containeth the praises of Augustus returning out of Spain after his Conquest over the Cantabrians GReat Caesar who is said to go Like Hercules against his foe To purchase Bayes by death again Victorious is return'd from Spain The Wife that 's with one husband pleas'd Let her come forth the Gods appeas'd Octavia Caesars Sister haste And mothers with your daughters chaste Attir'd in modest veil appear And sons returned safe draw neer You Boyes and you now married train Of wives from evil words abstain From me this new made Holy-day Black sullen cares shall take away Nor fear I in great Caesars reign By force or tumult to be slain Boy crowns and unguents now prepare And vessel kept since Marsian war If any such conceal'd hath been By wandring Sportacus not seen Let hither shrill Neaera hie And hair perfum'd in tresses tie But if the Porter make delay With churlish answer haste away White hoary hairs temper the mind To brawls and quarrels earst inclin'd This in youths heat I could not brook When Plancus charge of Consul took ODE XV. Against CHLORIS Argument That Chloris now well stept in Age Should Lust and Wantonness asswage Uxor pauperis AT length poor Ibicu's wife Affix a period to thy vicious life And unto thy reproachful trade And now that Death so near approach hath made 'Mongst Maids leave playing nor enshroud Those fulgent stars with thy obscuring cloud Nor Chloris think that seemeth thee Which gracefully becomes thy Pholoe Thy daughter breaks ope young mens doors Better like Thyas rag'd when Tim●r●l rores Renown'd Luceria's Fleeces grace The more when old than any Lyric layes Or crowns with roses deckt about Or hogsheads to th' extreamest dregs drunk out ODE XVI By Sir R. F. To MAECENAS That all things fly open to Gold Yet HORACE is contented with his own condition in which he lives happy DAnae in Brazen Tower immur'd From night-adulterers doors barr'd And of fierce dogs a constant ward Would have sufficiently secur'd If Iove and Venus had not fool'd The Goaler of the cloyster'd Maid Though of his own shadow afraid Turning his Godship into Gold Gold loves to break through armed Guards And Castles that are Thunder-proof The Augur's sacred roof Was undermined by rewards Gifts were the Macedons Petar With which he blew up City-gates Subverted Rival Kings and States And laid aboard their Men of War With growing riches cares augment And thirst of greater I did well To shrink my head into my shell Maecenas Knight-hoods ornament The more a man t' himself denies The more indulgent Heaven bestowes Let them that will side with the I's I 'me with the Party of the No's A greater Lord of a small store Then if the fruitful Crops of all Appulia I mine own did call In midst of so much plenty poor My little wood and my pure stream And corn that never fails makes me A man more truly blest then he That wears rich Africks Diadem Though neither Crossick Bees produce Honey to me nor cloathing fine Segovian flocks nor Massick wine Mellow in barrels for my use Yet 〈◊〉 Poverty 's away Nor wisht I more wouldst thou deny 't Who with contracted appetite May easier my tribute pay Then if deputed Egypts King Large issues follow large supplies He to whom Heaven nothing denies Owes an account of every thing ODE XVII To AELIUS LAMIA Argument He Lamia's regal stem displayes Forth in Encomiastic Layes Wills him his Genius to chear Against the presag'd storm appear Aeli vetusto O Aelius sprung from Lamus antient name From whose stem all precedent Lamias came And thy family and tribe Which nothing

〈◊〉 not sprung from Sires of base degree Nor skill'd in poor mens urns to dissipate 〈◊〉 silent ashes after nine dayes dare Thy heart is hounteous and thy hands sincere Fruitful thy Womb and th' Midwi●e rinseth clear 〈…〉 with thy fluent blood When thou from Child-bed skip'●t with livelihood CANIDIA'S Answer Argument The 〈◊〉 ●ill not be wo● 〈…〉 his supplication 〈…〉 up and down 〈…〉 all ore the Town Quid obscratis WHy vainly pray'st thou to my lock'd-up ears A● well the Rock the nake-stript Sailor hears When 〈◊〉 Neptune with his billows beats Shalt thou Scot-free scoff our Cocyttian feats Divulge licentious Cupids Sacrifice An Arch-priest-like o' th' Esquile Sorceries Revengeless blason our reproachful fames To truck with old P●lignian haggard dames Or mix dispatching Pills to what end is 't If thou can'st not refeind thy destin'd twist The Fa●es poor wretch prolong thy irksome date That still fresh torments may thy carcase bait Pelops his tell-tale Sire for rest out cries Wanting still what abounds before his eyes For Rest Prometheus Vultur-chain'd makes moan And Sisyphus his still down-tumbling stone Would roul aloft but Iove gain-saies And now Thou wouldst thy self precipitately throw From down steep clifts Now Noric sword distain In thine own Guts and loathing life in vain Striv'st with a Halter to conclude thy pain Then on thy hateful shoulders will I ride And make the earth stoop to my haughty pride I who Wax 〈◊〉 can inspire with motion As thou too curious know'st and whose dark notion Can hale the Moon down by my abstruse Spells And raise the dead up from their silent Cells And fervent Phil●ers mix Should I bewail My Magic Art 'gainst thee cannot prevail Verses sung in the Secular games every Century of years pronounced for the s●fety of the Roman Empire PHoebus and Dian Grovie Queen Heavens ornaments as you have been Still be you honour'd ever 〈◊〉 Gra●t what we ask on holy Feast In which Sybi●l●'s verses ●each Cha●te maids and youths not 〈…〉 Unto those Gods songs to recite Who on the seaven-fold hills delight Fair Sol who in thy chariot bright Dost call forth Day and shutt'st up Night And other and the same dost come Nought greater maist thou see than Rome Ilythia open wombes we crave For ripened Births and Mothers save Whether we thee Lucina call Or Cynthia which produceth all Goddess bring Children forth and bless Senates decrees give good success To nuptial laws that those who wed May have a fruitful Marriage-bed That ten-times-ten full Orbes mature May us to songs and sports enure Thrice in the splendour of day light And thrice in shades of welcome night And you truth ●telling Fates to past Joyn future fortunes that may last That stable limits may enclose What once to Mortals you propose That Cattel may and Corn abound Wherewith fair Ceres shall be crown'd And wholesome streams with air as pure May n●triments to plants assure Ah Phoebus mild withdraw thy dart To suppliant youths thy grace impart And Queen of Stars who do'st appear By-forked Luna Virgins hear If Rome a work be of your store And Trojan troops held Tybers shore A part injoyn'd their seat to change And with success from home to range For whom secure th'row Troy on fire Aeneas chaste in safe retire Free passage open'd and gave more To them then they possest before O Gods to youth grant matters sage Gods give repose to quiet age And unto Romulus his blood Wealth issue honour all that 's good Let Venus and Anchises strain Who give ye Oxen free from stain In Wars atchievements bear the prize And courteous be to enemies The Median now by Sea and Land Fears Roman power and conquering hand The Scythians now our friendship crave And haughty Indians truce would have Now Faith Peace Honour modest look And Vertue scorned which forsook Our City dares return again And blessed Plenty freely raig● Phoebus with radiant Bow Divine Gracious among the Muses nine Who doth with Heaven-inspir'd art To crazie bodies health impart If he Mount Palatine do grace The weal of Rome and Latian Race To farther times and better end May he these Centuries extend And Dian who holds Aventine And Algidus may she incline To prayers of fifteen men and hear Our childrens vows with friendly ear Then I and all well skill'd in Layes Phoebus and Dians name to praise Go home with certain hopes that Iove And all the Gods these things approve The end of the Epodes SATYRES BOOK I. SATYR I. By A. B. That Men are not contented with their Conditions HOw comes it great Maecenas that there 's not A man who lives contented with that lot Which choice inclin'd or chance expos'd him to But all applaud what others are and do Oh happy Merchant then the Souldier sayes When by old age and toil his strength decayes The Merchant when th' insulting billows rise And toss his tottering Ship Give me he cries The Souldiers life for he meets in a breath A joyful victory or certain death The Lawyer when he hears his Clients knock At 's gate before the crowing of the Cock Admires the Country life while the poor Swain Being from his home up to the City drawn To follow Law-suits does conclude no mens Conditions happier then the Citizens But the whole rabble of this sort of men Would be so numerous it would tire the Pen Of Scribling Fabius so I 'le pass by those And draw the matter to this point Suppose Iove said I 'le make you what you would be thou Who wert a Merchant be a Souldier now Thou that a Lawyer wert shalt now commence A Husbandman change sides and so pack hence You t' your new Calling you to yours Nay nay Now your desires are granted why d' you stay Fond fools you 'l not be happy though you may Is it not reason then great Iove should be Highly incensed and declare that he Will be no more propitious unto them But all their vain and various prayers contemn This is no laughing matter nor would I Be thought to speak all this in Drollery Though to blurt out a truth has never been In way of merriment esteem'd a sin The flattering Master thus his Boys presents With Cakes to make them learn their Rudiments But let 's leave fooling and be serious now The Clown that rends the pondrous Earth with 's plough The cheating Tradesman and the Souldier too The Sea-man bold who ploughs the Ocean through All these their various toils endure they say Meerly with this intention that they may When they grow old with peace injoy that store Which their industrious youth had gain'd before Just like the Ant for that 's their pattern small In bulk but great in thrift who draws in all That e're she can and adds it to her store Which she fore-seeing want had heap'd before And in the rage of Winter keeps within To feed on what her providence laid in But neither sword fire water heat nor cold Nor any thing

sweet-killing-Eye That sinks his Hope so low and mounts his Muse so high Wilt thou not tell Drawer what 's to pay If you 're reserv'd I 'le neither drink nor stay Or let me go or out w'it she must be Worth naming sure whose Fate it was to conquer thee Speak softly She forbid it Heaven above Unhappy youth unhappy in thy love Oh how I pity thy Eternal pain Thou never can'st get loose thou never canst obtain Le ts talk no more of love my friends le ts drink again ODE XXVIII By Sir T. H. Architas a Philosopher and Geometrician is presented answering to a certain Mariner that all wen must die and intreating him that he would not suffer his body to lie on the shore unburied THe poor gift of a little dust confines And neer unto the Matine shore enshrines Thee now Architas who could'st measure well The Sea the Earth and Sands which none can tell Nor could it any help or profit be Death being ready still to seize on thee Those airy mansions to have sought from hence And oft survey'd the Heavens circumference The fire of Pelops who with gods did feast And aged Tython shrunk at Deaths arrest And Minos to Ioves counsels call'd was slain And Panthois di'de sent down to Hell again Though by the shield pull'd down he proving well That his First-birth in Trojane ages fell Affirm'd that Death nought kill'd but nerves skin No man in Natures power was better seen But we into one self-same night do fall And must the paths of Death tread once for all The Furies some to games of Mars apply The greedy sailer drench'd in sails doth lie In death both young and old by heaps do joyn Nor any head escapes sad Proserpine Me the South-wind crooked Orion's Mate O're-whelmed in Illyrian waves of late But gentle Friend be pleas'd now I am dead In loose sands to interre my bones and head Which done so thou be safe may th' Eastern-wind Which stirs Hesperian billows be assign'd To bluster lowdly in Venusium woods And may on ev'ry side thy traffiqu'd goods In plenty flow to thee from Ioves just hand And Neptune who Tarentum doth command But if this fault of thine shall seem but slight Which may upon thy harmless issue light I wish due punishment and proud neglect May on thy funeral Obsequies reflect Nor shall my prayers be poured forth in vain Nor vows have strength to set thee free again Yet if thou haste no longer stay I crave But thrice to throw the dust upon my Grave ODE XXIX by Sir T. H. To ICCIUS It is a strange thing that Iccius the Philosopher intermitting his Studies should become a man at Armes out of the love of money ICcius thou now the Arabs dost envy Their golden treasure and to warrs dost hie 'Gainst the Sabean Kings unvanquished And nets prepar'st to snare the horrid Mede What Captive Damsel her beloved slain Shall serve thee now What youth of noble strain Shall now annointed on thy Cup attend Prompt from his fathers Bow swift-shafts to send Who can deny but falling Rivers may Run up steep hills and Tyber backward stray When thou Panetius books on all sides sought And house of Socrates where arts were taught Do'st into Steely Spanish armes translate With promise to thy self of better state ODE XXX To VENUS Argument He implores Venus to refrain Her Cyprus and her presence daign At Glyc'ras consecrated Fane O Venus regina O Cnide's and Paphos Queen At Cyprus be less gracious seen To Glyc'ras beauteous Temple go Where odours flow Take with thee Cupid ungirt graces The agile Nymphs with their swift paces Iuventas sullen without thee And Mercurie ODE XXXI By Sir R. F. To APOLLO He askes not riches of Apollo but that he may have a sound mind in a sound body WHat does the Poet Phoebus pray In his new Fane what does he say Pouring sweet liquor from the cup Not give me fat Sardinia's crop Not hot Calabria's goodly Kye Not Gold and Indian Ivory Not Fields which quiet Liris laves And eats into with silent waves Proyne They that have them Massick Vines In Golden Goblets carowse Wines The wealthy Merchant which he bought With Merchandise from Syria brought The Minion of the Gods as he That in one year the Altantick Sea Three or four times unpunish'd past Mine Olives Endive my Repast And Mallows light Latona's Son In Minde and Bodies health my own T' enjoy old Age from dotage free And solac'd with the Lute give me The same by Sir T. H. WHat doth thy Poet ask Phoebus divine What craves he when he pours the bowles of wine Not the rich corn of fat Sardinia Nor fruitful Flocks of burnt Calabria Nor gold nor Indian ivorie nor the grounds Which silent Lyris with soft stream arrounds Let those whom Fortune so much store assigns Prune with Calenian hook their fertile vines Let the rich Merchant to the Gods so dear For so I term him right who every year Three or four times visits the Atlantique seas From shipwrack free Let him his palate please And in guilt bowls drink wines of highest price Bought with the sale of Syrian Merchandice Loose Mallows Succorie and Olive-plant Serve me for food O great Apollo grant To me in health and free from life's annoy Things native and soon gotten to enjoy And with a mind compos'd old Age attain Not loathsome nor depriv'd of Lyrick strain ODE XXXII To his Lyre Argument He bids his Lyre still ready be To chear him up with Melody Poscimus si quid WE beg if we supinely lane In shrouds with thee play'd ere a strain Worth Fame's Record ô Lyre display In Latine Lay On which A●caeus first resounded Who though with Mars fierce broyls surrounded Or that his shatter'd sail he ty'd To th' Ocean side Of Liber Muses Venus sung And th' youth that alwayes to her clung And Lycus for black eyes and hair Of presence rare O Lyre Apollo't ornament Yielding Ioves banquets blest content My toils sweet solace hail while I Unto thee cry ODE XXXIII To ALBIUS TIBULLUS Argument He Albius wills not lay 't to heart Though undeservedly on his part Curst Glycera respecteth more His Rival and Competitour Albi ne doleas ALbius not too excessively condole Harsh Glycera's unkindness neither howl Out mournful Elegies though thy junior be Perfidiously preferr'd to thee Lycoris fam'd for narrow fore-head burns For Cyrus love and Cyrus loe he turns Unto coy Pholoe But e'r Pholoe erre With that all-base Adulterer Goats with Apulian wolfs shall copulate So Venus and dire Cupid please who mate Unequal forms and diff'rent mindes together Within a Brasen yoke and Tether But when a fairer Mistress courted me Myrtle me held in sweet captivity A Libertine more fierce than Adrian Seas Which crooktly 'bout Calabria preaze ODE XXXIV By Sir R. F. To himself Repenting that having followed the Epicureans he had been little studious i● worshipping the Gods I' That have seldome worshipt Heaven As to

free From vice or scandal whilest thou' rt under me I 'm pleas'd But when thy mind and body too By age to full maturity shall grow I 'le turn thee loose into the World Thus he Did in my Nonage wisely nurture me When he propos'd a duty to be done He 'ld say Thou hast a fair example Son For doing this thou hast before thine eyes Those which to honour and great power did rise And if he 'ld have me any vice to flie Sayes he A man may see with half an eye This act which now thou art about to do Is against honesty and profit too Since this mans name and that 's who did this thing With general scandal through the Nation ring And as one Gluttons death doth much affright Another and suspends his appetite For fear of death so others infamy Makes tender Spirits from those vices fly Thus I liv'd unconcern'd in all those Crimes Which ruine young-men in these impious times Though I perhaps do'nt unpolluted live But have small faults which men may well forgive And which my second thoughts and a true Friend And wiser age may teach me to amend For I 'm not wanting to my self when I Do walk alone or in my Bed do lie Then I think with my selt this way is best And if I follow'r I am truly blest And to my Friends am grateful but when I Observe a person doing fool●shly Should I be such an Ass to make the same Ill course my pattern which has been his shame These are my private thoughts and when I light On a spare minute I do Verses write And this is one of those small sins which I Am guilty of which if thou should'st deny To pardon all of my Fraternitie Would come to help me for we Poets be A mighty number and as once the Iews Romans to their Religion did seduce So we 'l dub thee a Brother of the Muse. SATYRE V. By A. B. A Iourney from Rome to Brandusium FRom spatious Rome to Aris once went I With Heliodorus in my company The best for Rhetorick that the Grecians had Our Inn was small our entertainment bad From whence to Apii forum we did ride Where Sailors and lewd Victuallers most reside We made it two dayes work which might be done By those that had a mind in less then one The Appian Road we did not tedious think We travell'd slowly and did often drink Here 'cause the water was unwholsome I Refus'd to eat a Supper but sate by While my Friends did I long'd to be in Bed ●or night on th' earth her sable wings had spread And stuck the Heaven with stars but such a noise Rose from the Sailors railing at their Boyes And their Boyes back again at them So ho The Boat the Boat Plague on you where d' you go Sayes one you Rogue you over-load the Boat You lye sayes t'other with an open throat Hold hold now 't is enough And thus while they Harnest their Mules and quarrel for their Pay They spent a whole houers time the stinging fleas And croaking Frogs deni'd me sleep and ease And now the Sailor being got quite drunk With nastie Wine begins to sing of 's Punck The Mule-man does the like of his both try Which should roar loudest for the Victory At length the Mule-man being weary grown Falls fast asleep while to a neighbouring stone The lazie Mariner did tie the Barge With the Mules traces which was gon at large To graze and likewise falls asleep till day Then we perceiv'd the Barge was at a stay There being no Mule to draw her thereupon Out leaps a surly Fellow and layes on The Mule-man and the Salior head and side With a tough Cudgel which was well appli'd Then in four hours we ashore were set We washt our hands and faces and did eat Then after Dinner three full miles walkt we And came to Anxur where the houses be Cover'd with Polisht Stone my honour'd Friend Maecenas and Cocceius did intend To take this Maritine City in the road Both being sent Ambassadors abroad 'Bout State Affairs and using to compose All differences which 'twixt Friends arose Here I anointed these sore Eyes of mine With the most true Collyrium ex'lent Wine Then straight Maeoenas and three more I see Ingenious persons all and forthwith we With scorn pass by that petty Village where That Scrivener Luscus proudly rul'd as Mayor With Mace and Chain and Fur and Purple-gown Strutting and domineering o're the Town And came to Formiae soundly tir'd at last Where our Friends gave good lodging and repast The next day was a blessed day for we Came to a Town where wine was good and free There Virgil Varius and Plotinus met Men of such Souls the World can't equal yet Nor are there any in the World to me So much obliging as those persons be But oh what love and what embracing ' t was And what rejoycing old between us pass No man in 's Wits can any thing commend Before a real and ingenuous Friend Next to a small Maritine village near Campania's Bridge we came the Townsmen there With Wood and Salt Maecenas did present As fees 'cause in an Embassy he went From thence to Capua betimes we came Virgil and I did sleep Maecenas game That ●oilsome play at Ball no way complies With Virgils stomack nor with my blear eyes Hence we came to occeius house which is Seated beyond the Claudian Hosteries A stately house where plentie did abound And there we splendid entertainment found And now my Muse assist me while I tell That memorable squable which befel Between Sarmentus that Buffoon and one Messius whose Face with warts was over-grown And from what Noble antient Familie These Combatants deriv'd their pedigree The Ossian Nation unto Messius gave His being but Sarmentus was a Slave Of this condition and original These two Tongue-combatants began their braul Thou Horse-fac'd Raskal sayes Sarmentus first At which we fell a laughing like to burst Messius replies Well be i● so what then And Ox-like tost his head at him agen Oh? sayes Sarmentus what a dangerous Cow Had not thy horns been qui●e saw'd off wert thou Who art so curst without them thy old face If possible is uglier then it was Since thy great men on one side now we find Cut out it leaves an ugly ●rand behind That botchy face of thine 〈◊〉 ●s if thou Hadst a Campama● Cl●p upon thee now Thus he abus'd Messius ace and bid Him come and dance as Polyphemus did No vizard nor yet buskins need'st thou wear Thy face and limbs can't seem worse then they are Messius retorts as much Thou Dog sayes he When will thy slaveship end for though thou be Now made a Scribe thy Mrs. right thereby Is not extinguisht tell me Sirrah why Didst thou so often run away from her Is not a pound of bread sufficient fare For such a starveling slave as thou to eat And with such pastime we got down our meat At

praise of the undiscerning Crew Content with learned Readers though but few Art thou so mad thy Poems to expose To Ballad-singers and to Puppet-shows Now I I vow I 'm like the bold wench that By all the people being baited at Since I quoth she am Minion to a Knight I all the inferiour rabble scorn and slight Shall such an Arse-worm as Pantilius Disturb may thoughts or when Demetrius does Behind my back traduce me or that Ass Fannius who once Tigellius Crony was Abuses me his envious rage to vent Shall I shall foolishly my self torment No let Maecenas and such men of wit As Virgil will but read what I have writ With many friends and learned persons more Whose names I do industriously pass ore Whom I desire to smile on what I write How ill soe'er But if they should delight Less then my expectation I should be Exceeding sorrowful But as for thee Demetrius thee Tigellius that be But Finding Rogues go fret your selves and pine 'Mongst your She-schollars at these lines of mine Sirrah make all the haste you can aud look That all I've said be added to my Book The end of the First Book of Satyrs SATYRES BOOK II. SATYRE I. By Sir R. F. He dilates upon the advice given him by Trebatius to write the actions of Augustus rather then Satyrs as things that are dangerous to meddle with and shews way he cannot obey him SOme think I am to sharp a Satyrist And that I stretch my work beyond the list Others what ere I write is neeless say And that like mine a thousand Lines a day May be spun What would'st thou advise me now Trebatius in this case Sit still As how Not to write Verse at all dost thou aver As thy Sense I doe Let me never stir If 't were not better But I cannot sleep For that swim Tyber nointed thrice or steep Thy brains at night in Wine If thou must needs Write dare to write unconquer'd Caesars deeds Great Rewards following Father that being it I 'de fain be at my will exceeds my wit Not every Pen can paint in horrid Field Thick Groves of Pikes Spears broke in French-men kill'd And a hurt Parthian dropping from his Horse His justice though thou maist and his mindes force As wise Lucilius those of Scipio I 'le not be wanting to my self if so Occasion serve The passage must be clear When Horace words pierce Caesars serious ear Whom stroaking if we think t' approach ' ware heels Is not that better then in Verse that reels To jeer this Gull that Prodigal when each Man thinks he 's meant tho quite from thy thoughts reach And hates thee for 't what should I do being hot i th' head and seeing double through the Pot Milonius frisks Castor on Horse-back fights The twin of the same Egg in Clubs delights As many thousand minds as men there be I Like Lucilius better then both we My words in Meeter love t' enclose and bind His way was in his Books to speak his mind As freely as his secrets he would tell To a tride friend and took it ill or well He held his Custome Hence it came to pass The old mans life is there as in a Glass His steps I follow whom you neither can Of Luca call nor an Appulian For the Venusian both their borders ploughs A Colony of Rome as old Fame shews The Sabells thence expell'd to stop that Gate And be an Out-work to the Roman State Yet I 'de not harm a Chicken with my will For shew and countenance bearing my Quill Like a Sword sheath'd which why should I draw not Set on by Rogues with Rust there may it rot O Iove Father and King and none bereave The peace I seek But if there do believe Me they will rew't when with my keen Stile stung Through the whole town they shall in pomp be sung Servius the penal Statutes anger'd threats Canidia to Witch them 'gainst whom she sets A mischief Turius to all those wage Law Where he 's a Judge That every one doth awe Them whom he fears with that where his strength is And that by Natures Law appears in this Wolves smite with teeth Buls with the horn this must Be taught them from within With Scaeva trust His long-liv'd Mother my head to a groat His pious hand shall never cut her throat Not his No more then an Oxe bite a Bear Kick thee but she shall die of poison There Now lies his skill Me whether in effect The quiet Harbour of old age exspect Or Death with sable wings hover about Rich Poor at Rome or by hard Fate thrust out Into exile in whatsoever way Of life I must write Verses that 's my play O Childe thy taper's near the end I doubt And that some great Mans brave will puff thee out Why When Lucilius durst begin this way Of writing Verses and the skins did flay In which the outward-fair disguis'd their shame Were Laelius and he that won a name From Carthage-raz'd offended with his wit Or did they winch Metallus being hit And Lupus stript and whipt in Verse yet he Spouted his Ink on men of each degree None spar'd but Vertue and her friends Nay when Retir'd were from the Stage and croud of men Scipio's exalted vertue and the mild Wisdom of Laelius Till the Broth was boild They both would play and toil with him ungirt Though I in wit and in condition short Am of Lucilius Envy shall confess Against her will I 've liv'd nevertheless Amongst great men and thinking to have stuff Here for her rotten teeth find I am tough If learn'd Trebatius take me at my rate Nay truly I can find nothing to bate Onely I warn thee least through ignorance Of setled Laws thou come to some mischance If any write base Verses against other It bears a suit If base I grant but Father If any write good verse that man 's prais'd Caesar the Judge If I the street have rais'd By ba●●ing at a Thief my self being none The 〈◊〉 with laughter cracks I freed go home SATYRE II. By A. B. The benefits of Temperance and Frugality HOw great a vertue 't is and how it tends To the good of humane life my worthy friends To live abstemiously is not to be Learn'd at great Feasts made up of luxury Amongst your polish'd Tables spread in State Loaden with Dishes of stupendious Plate Whose various splend our does amaze the Eye And make the puzled appetite pass by What 's good and choose the worse but when you be Fasting then come sift out this truth with me This is not my Sense onely but Offellus That Country wit this truth did long since tell us A prudent man yet walkt not by a rule Nor learn'd the formal Precepts of the School You 'l ask why fasting give me leave I 'le tell you You can no more with a full gorged belly Know vice from vertue then a Judge that is Corrupt discern 'twixt truth and falsities Suppose you