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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A44427	Epistolary poems, on several occasions with several of the choicest stories of Ovid's Metamorphoses and Tibullus's Elegies / translated into English verse by Charles Hopkins.	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D. Metamorphoses. Selections. English.; Tibullus. Elegiae. English. Selections.; Hopkins, Charles, 1664?-1700?	1694 (1694)	Wing H2721; ESTC R13221	28,394	136

Passion from her praises caught And all inflam'd commands her to be brought Swift with the dreadful Message she return'd And found the lovely Nymph where still she mourn'd Rejoice she cry'd th' approaching Night shall crown All your desires the Conquest is your own No real joys on her Success attend Of which her soul presag'd some dismal end Her labouring Heart with different Motions beat Now Fear now Joy usurp'd the Soveraign Seat And long contending made the Tumult great All Doubts at length resistless Love destroys And left a fatal room for impious joys The day was fled and no bright Tracks remain'd But thro' whole Nature Night and Silence reign'd On goes the desperate Virgin to pursue A Crime too foul for Heav'n's chast Eyes to view The Silver Moon averse to such a sight Fled from her darken'd Orb no streak of light No glimmering Star shot through the dismal Night Thrice in loud Screams of Woe the Screech-Owls mourn And thrice she falls to warn her to return No bodings cou'd the vent'rous Maid recall Resolv'd on ruin she contemns them all The darkness of the Night dispell'd her fears While not a blush for her bold Crime appears One hand upon her Nurse supported lay Holding her other stretch'd to feel the way Soon with bold Steps to the dire Room she comes But soon as enter'd all her fears resumes Courage her Heart and Blood her Face forsook Her bending Knees on one another strook And every loosen'd Joint with Horrour shook Her working thoughts a livelier Prospect drew Of Guilt more dreadful at a nearer view Increasing Fear quite damps her impious Fire Who now grown cold and dead to all desire Repents her Crime and wou'd unknown retire But now the Nurse urg'd on th' unwilling Maid Till coming where th' impatient King was laid Receive she cries a Virgin wholly thine And then oh breach of all things Sacred and Divine In Hellish Lust Father and Daughter joyn He as less guilty felt the less of fear And in the midst of horrour comforts her He call'd her Daughter as if that exprest His tender Love and diff'rent Age the best She us'd th' indearing name of Father too And each gave Titles to their Incest due Full of her Father now she leaves his Bed Her impious Womb swoln with incestuous Seed Where Crimes unknown and monstrous Vices breed Next Night their guilty Pleasures they repeat Another follow'd and another yet When he desirous to behold at last The soft kind Nymph whom he so oft embrac't With a Torch lighted at a fatal time Discern'd at once his Daughter and his Crime His rage and grief no room for words afford But speechless at the sight he snatch'd his Sword Frighted she flies assisted by the Night Whose darkness shelter'd and secur'd her flight Far from her Country and those conscious Fields Unknown she wanders on through spacious Wilds Till with the Burden in her Womb opprest Her staggering Limbs requir'd their needful rest Scarce knowing what to pray for and at strife Betwixt the fear of Death and hate of Life Long she revolv'd on what she thought might move And thus at last invokes the Powers above On you great Gods in these Extreams I call Just is your Vengeance I deserve it all Yet lest alive I shou'd infection spread Or my foul guilt in Death pollute the dead Allow my wretched Life no longer date But by some change deny me either State Here the fair Penitent concludes her Prayers Which Heav'n still open to confession hears She feels her Legs now cover'd with the ground And her numm'd Feet in welcome Fetters bound The spreading Root shoots downward from her Toes On which the lofty Bole supported grows To Pith her Marrow turns her Bones to Wood Fed by the Sap which was of late the Blood Her Arms great Boughs her Fingers form the small Her once soft Skin now hard'ned covers all Now her big Womb the rising Bark supprest Which now creeps higher o're her panting Breast When she impatient in her change to lose Her hated Being and her cruel Woes Sunk down within the Tree whose closing top For ever lock'd her charming Beauties up Who tho' she lost all other Sense with Life She still retains that wretched one of Grief Her lasting Sorrows in her Tears are shown Which from her Bark course one another down Those Tears are precious too and keep the Name Of that unhappy Fair One whence they came The STORY of CEYX and HALCYONE FROM THE Eleventh Book of Ovid's Metamorphoses ARGUMENT Ceyx the Son of Lucifer and King of Trachis a City in Thessaly having been alarm'd by several Prodigies prepares to go and consult Apollo's Oracle at Claros to learn the Will of Heav'n and receive the Gods Instructions His Voyage The Description of a Storm and Shipwrack The Description of the God of Sleep and his Palace The Lamentation of Halcyone the Daughter of Eolus and Wife of Ceyx for the loss of her Husband with the change of both into Sea Fowls call'd after her name Halcyons are the Subjects of the following Verses beginning with her Speech to her Husband to disswade him from his intended Voyage HOw are you chang'd of late my Love how grown So tir'd of me so pressing to be gone What have I done to make my Lord remove So far from her who once had all his Love Is your Halcyone no longer dear Or to whatever place your course you steer Can you enjoy your self and she not there Yet if you went by Land 't were some relief For all that would torment me then were Grief But now at once with Grief and Fear opprest A thousand anxious thoughts destroy my rest And not one dawn of Comfort chears my Breast The faithless Seas are what alas I fear I must not let my Ceyx venture there Oft have I heard their troubled waters roar And seen their foaming waves surmount the Shore Oft seen the wreck come floating to the Coast And vent'rous Wretches by their Folly lost Nor have I seldom sad Inscriptions read On Marble Tombs which yet inclos'd no Dead Let me alone my Ceyx be believ'd And be not by your flatt'ring hopes deceiv'd Trust not the Seas although my Father binds Within his Rocky Caves the struggling Winds If once broke loose nought can their Rage restrain They sweep o're all the earth swell all the Main Drive Clouds on Clouds by an abortive Birth From their dark Wombs flashing the Thunder forth More more than what my feeble words express Which only represent their fury less Let me perswade for I have seen them rage Seen all the Wars the fighting Winds cou'd wage Did you like me their stern Encounters know As daring as you are you wou'd not go If all this fail to move your stubborn mind And you will go oh leave not me behind Take me along let me your Fortunes share There 's nought too hard for Love like mine to bear In Storms and Calms together let us keep

expiring Sighs And full of her dear Image shut my Eyes Then Delia you 'll relent and mourn my Fate And then be kind but kind alas too late On my pale Lips print an unfelt Embrace And mingling Tears with Kisses bathe my Face From your full Eyes the flowing Tears will stream And be like me lost in the Fun'ral Flame I know you 'll weep and make this rueful moan You are not Flint you are not perfect Stone Wrong not my Ghost my Delia but forbear From this unprofitable Grief and spare Your tender Cheeks and golden Locks of Hair In the mean time let us our Joys improve Spend all our Hours our Years our Lives in Love Grim Death pursues us with impatient haste And Age its sure forerunner comes too fast The Sweets of Life are then no more enjoy'd And Love the Life of all is first destroy'd That first departs from our declining years From weak decrepid Limbs and hoary Hairs Now let us now enjoy the full delight While vig'rous Youth can raise it to the height While we can storm a stubborn Damsel's door And with our Quarrels make our Pleasure more I am the General here and this my War And in this Fight to conquer all my care All other Battels hence all other Arms Go carry Wounds to those who covet harms Give them the dear-bought Wealth their Wars can yield With all the bloody Harvest of the Field While I at home my much-lov'd ease secure Contented with my small but certain Store Above the fear of Want or fond desire of more THE FOURTH ELEGY OF THE SECOND BOOK OF TIBULLUS I See the Chains ordain'd me to receive And the fair Maid whose Charms have won her Slave No more my native freedom can I boast But all my once lov'd Liberty is lost Yet why such heavy Fetters must I wear And why obey a Mistress so severe Why must I drag such a perplexing Chain Which Tyrant Love will never loose again Whether I merit her esteem or scorn Offending or Deserving still I burn Ah! cruel Maid these scorching Flames remove Extinguish mine or teach your self to love Oh! rather than endure the pains I feel How would I chuse so to shake off my ill To grow a senseless Stone fix'd on a barren Hill Or a bleak Rock amidst the Seas be set By raging Winds and rolling Billows beat For now in torment I support the light And in worse torment waste the lingring night My crowding Griefs on one another roul And give no truce to my distracted Soul No succour now from sacred Verse I find Nor can their God himself compose my mind The greedy Maid will nought but Gold receive And that alas is none of mine to give Hence hence unprofitable Muse remove Hence if you cannot aid me in my love No Battels now my mournful lines recite I sing not how the Roman Legions fight Nor how the Sun performs his daily race Nor how the Moon at night supplies his place All that I wish the Charms of Verse may prove Is for a free access to her I love For that alone is all my constant care Be gone ye Muses if you fail me there But I by rapine must my gifts procure Or lie unheard unpity'd at her door Or from the Shrines of Gods the Trophees bear And what I rob from Heaven present to her Treat her at other Goddesses expence and cost But treat her at the Charge of Venus most Her chiefly shall my daring hands invade I to this Misery am by her betray'd She gave me first this mercenary Maid O to all Ages let him stand accurst Who e're began this Trade in loving first Who e're made silly Nymphs their Value know Who will not yield without their Purchase now He was the fatal Cause of all this ill And brought up Customs we continue still Hence first the doors of Mistresses were barr'd And howling Dogs appointed for their Guard But if you bring the Price the mighty rate At which her Beauties by her self are set The Barrs unloos'd lay open every Door And ev'n the conscious Mastiffs bark no more Whate're unwary inconsiderate God Beauty on mercenary Maids bestow'd How ill to such was the vast Present giv'n Who sell th' invaluable Gift of Heav'n Oh! how unworthily were such endow'd With so much ill confounding so much good From hence our Quarrels and our Strifes commence All our Dissentions take their spring from hence Hence 't is so few to Cupid's Altars move And without Zeal approach the Shrines of Love But you who thus his Sacred Rites prophane And shut his Vot'ries out for sordid Gain May Storms and Fire your ill-got Wealth pursue And what you took from us retake from you While we with pleasure see the Flames aspire And not a Man attempts to quench the Fire Or may you haste to your Eternal Home And no fond Youth no mournful Lover come To pay the last sad service at your Tomb While the kind gen'rous she who scorn'd to prize Or rate her self at less than Joys for Joys Tho' she her lib'ral Pleasures shou'd out-live And reach an Age unfit to take or give Yet when she dies she shall not die unmourn'd Nor on her Fun'ral Pile unwept be burn'd But some old Man who knew her in her bloom With reverence of their past Delights shall come And with an Annual Garland crown her Tomb. Then shall he wish her in her endless Night Her Sleep may pleasing be her earth be light All this my cruel Fair is truth I tell But what will unregarded truth avail Love his own way his Empire will maintain And have no Laws prescrib'd him how to reign He Rules with too too absolute a sway And we must in our own despight obey Shou'd my fair Tyrant Nemesis command Her humbled Slave to sell his Native Land All at her Order shou'd convert to Gold Nor House nor House-hold-God remain unsold Take the most baneful Simples Circe us'd Or mad Medea in her Bowls infus'd Gather the deadliest Herbs and rankest Weeds The Magick Country of Thessalia breeds Mingle the surest Poysons in my Cup And let my Love command I 'll drink them up THE Thirteenth ELEGY OF THE FOURTH BOOK OF TIBULLUS To his Mistress NO other Maid my settled Faith shall move No other Mistress shall supplant your Love My Flames were seal'd with this auspicious Vow That which commenc'd them then confirms them now In you alone my constant pleasure lies For you alone seem pleasing in my Eyes Oh! that you seem'd to none but me Divine Let others look with other Eyes than mine Then might I of no Rival Youth afraid All to my self enjoy my charming Maid I 'm not ambitious of the publick Voice To speak your Beauties or applaud my choice None of their envious Praises are desir'd I wou'd not have the Nymph I love admir'd He that is wise will not his Bliss proclaim Nor trust it to the lavish Tongue of Fame But a safe silent Privacy esteem Which gives him Joys unknown to all but him To Woods and Wilds I cou'd with thee remove Secure of Life when once secure of Love To wait on thee cou'd Desart paths explore Where never Human footstep trod before Peace of my Soul and Charmer of my Cares Thou Courage of my Heart thou Conqu'rour of my Fears Disposer of my Days unerring Light And safe Conductress in my darkest Night Thou who alone art all I wish to see Thou who alone art all the World to me Shou'd the bright Dames of Heav'n the Wives of Gods To court my Bed forsake their blest Abodes With all their Charms endeav'ring to divert My fix'd Affections and estrange my Heart To thee vain Rivals all the Train shou'd prove Vain Suit the glorious Nymphs to me shou'd move Who wou'd not change thee for the Queen of Love All this I swear By all the Powers Divine But swear by Juno most because she 's thine Fool that I am to let you know your Power On this Confession you 'll insult the more In fiercer flames make your poor Vassal burn And treat your suppliant Slave with greater scorn But take it all all that I can confess And oh believe me that I feel no less To thee my Fate entirely I resign My Love and Life and all my Soul is thine You know my cruel Fair you know my Pains And pleas'd and proud you see me drag your Chains But if to Venus I for succour flee She 'll end your Tyrant Reign and rescue me A SONG 1. AFter the pangs of fierce Desire The Doubts and Hopes that wait on Love And feed by turns the raging fire How charming must Fruition prove 2. When the triumphant Lover feels None of those pains which once he bore Or when reflecting on his Ills He makes his present Pleasure more 3. To Mariners who long have lain On a tempestuous Ocean tost The Storms that threatned on the Main Serve only to indear the Coast. A Farewell TO POETRY AS famish'd Men whom pleasing Dreams delude Seem to grow full with their imagin'd Food Appease their Hunger and indulge their Taste With fancy'd Dainties while their Visions last Till some rude hand breaks up the flatt'ring Scene Awaken'd with regret they starve again So the false Muse prepares her vainer Feasts And so she treats her disappointed Guests She promises vast things immortal Fame Vast Honour vast Applause a deathless Name But well awake we find it all a Dream She tells soft tales with an inchanting Tongue And lulls our Souls with the bewitching Song How she alone maltes Heroes truly great How dead long since she keeps them living yet Shews her Pernassus like a flow'ry Grove Fair and delightful as the Bowers above The fittest place for Poetry and Love We hunt the Pleasures thro' the fairy Coast Till in our fruitless search our selves are lost So the great Artist drew the lively Scene Where hungry Birds snatch'd at the Grapes in vain Tir'd with the Chase I give the Phantom o're And am resolv'd to be deceiv'd no more Thus the fond youth who long in vain has strove With the fierce pangs of unsuccessful Love With joy like mine breaks the perplexing Chain Freed by some happy chance from all his pain With joy like mine he grows himself again FINIS