Right bestow your own For this Maligner of the general Good If still we fear his Force he must be woo'd His haughty Godhead we with Pray'rs implore Your Scepter to release and our just Rights restore O cursed Cause of all our Ills must we Wage Wars unjust and fall in Fight for thee What right hast thou to rule the Latian State And send us out to meet our certain Fate 'T is a destructive War from Turnus Hand Our Peace and publick safety we demand Let the fair Bride to the brave Chief remain If not the Peace without the Pledge is vain Turnus I know you think me not your Friend Nor will I much with your Belief contend I beg your Greatness not to give the Law In others Realms but beaten to withdraw Pity your own or pity our Estate Nor twist our Fortunes with your sinking Fate Your Interest is the War shou'd never cease But we have felt enough to wish the Peace A Land exhausted to the last remains Depopulated Towns and driven Plains Yet if desire of Fame and thirst of Pow'r A Beauteous Princess with a Crown in Dow'r So fire your Mind in Arms assert your Right And meet your Foe who dares you to the Fight Mankind it seems is made for you alone We but the Slaves who mount you to the Throne A base ignoble Crowd without a Name Unwept unworthy of the Fun'ral Flame By Duty bound to forfeit each his Life That Turnus may possess a Royal Wife Permit not Mighty Man so mean a Crew Shou'd share such Triumphs and detain from you The Post of Honour your unquestion'd Due Rather alone your matchless Force employ To merit what alone you must enjoy These Words so full of Malice mix'd with Art Inflam'd with Rage the youthful Hero's Heart Then groaning from the bottom of his Breast He heav'd for Wind and thus his Wrath express'd You Drances never want a Stream of Words Then when the Publick Need requires our Swords First in the Council-hall to steer the State And ever foremost at a Tongue debate While our strong Walls secure us from the Foe E're yet with Blood our Ditches overflow But let the potent Orator declaim And with the brand of Coward blot my Name Free Leave is giv'n him when his fatal Hand Has cover'd with more Corps the sanguine Strand And high as mine his tow'ring Trophees stand If any Doubt remains who dares the most Let us decide it at the Trojans cost And issue both abrest where Honour calls Foes are not far to seek without the Walls Unless his noisie Tongue can only fight And Feet were giv'n him but to speed his Flight I beaten from the Field I forc'd away Who but so known a Dastard dares to say Had he but ev'n beheld the Fight his Eyes Had witness'd for me what his Tongue denies What heaps of Trojans by this Hand were slain And how the bloody Tyber swell'd the Main All saw but he th' Arcadian Troops retire In scatter'd Squadrons and their Prince expire The Gyant Brothers in their Camp have found I was not forc'd with ease to quit my Ground Not such the Trojans try'd me when inclos'd I singly their united Arms oppos'd First forc'd an Entrance thro' their thick Array Then glutted with their Slaughter freed my Way 'T is a destructive War So let it be But to the Phrygian Pirate and to thee Mean time proceed to fill the People's Ears With false Reports their Minds with panick Fears Extol the Strength of a twice conquer'd Race Our Foes encourage and our Friends debase Believe thy Fables and the Trojan Town Triumphant stands the Grecians are o'rethrown Suppliant at Hector's Feet Achilles lyes And Diomede from fierce Aeneas flies Say rapid Aufidus with awful Dread Runs backward from the Sea and hides his Head When the great Trojan on his Bank appears For that 's as true as thy dissembl'd Fears Of my Revenge Dismiss that Vanity Thou Drances art below a Death from me Let that vile Soul in that vile Body rest The Lodging is well worthy of the Guest Now Royal Father to the present state Of our Affairs and of this high Debate If in your Arms thus early you diffide And think your Fortune is already try'd If one Defeat has brought us down so low As never more in Fields to meet the Foe Then I conclude for Peace 'T is time to treat And lye like Vassals at the Victor's Feet But oh if any ancient Blood remains One drop of all our Father 's in our Veins That Man would I prefer before the rest Who dar'd his Death with an undaunted Breast Who comely fell by no dishonest Wound To shun that Sight and dying gnaw'd the Ground But if we still have fresh Recruits in store If our Confederates can afford us more If the contended Field we bravely fought And not a bloodless Victory was bought Their Losses equall'd ours and for their slain With equal Fires they fill'd the shining Plain Why thus unforc'd shou'd we so tamely yield And e're the Trumpet sounds resign the Field Good unexpected Evils unforeseen Appear by Turns as Fortune shifts the Scene Some rais'd aloft come tumbling down amain Then fall so hard they bound and rise again If Diomede refuse his Aid to lend The great Messapus yet remains our Friend Tolumnius who foretels Events is ours Th' Italian Chiefs and Princes joyn their Pow'rs Nor least in Number nor in Name the last Your own brave Subjects have your Cause embrac'd Above the rest the Volscian Amazon Contains an Army in her self alone And heads a Squadron terrible to sight With glitt'ring Shields in Brazen Armour bright Yet if the Foe a single Fight demand And I alone the Publick Peace withstand If you consent he shall not be refus'd Nor find a Hand to Victory unus'd This new Achilles let him take the Field With fated Armour and Vulcanian Shield For you my Royal Father and my Fame I Turnus not the least of all my Name Devote my Soul He calls me hand to hand And I alone will answer his Demand Drances shall rest secure and neither share The Danger nor divide the Prize of War While they debate nor these nor those will yield Aeneas draws his Forces to the Field And moves his Camp The Scouts with flying Speed Return and thro' the frighted City spread Th' unpleasing News the Trojans are descry'd In Battel marching by the River side And bending to the Town They take th' Allarm Some tremble some are bold all in Confusion arm Th' impetuous Youth press forward to the Field They clash the Sword and clatter on the Shield The fearful Matrons raise a screaming Cry Old feeble Men with fainter Groans reply A jarring Sound results and mingles in the Sky Like that of Swans remurm'ring to the Floods Or Birds of diff'ring kinds in hollow Woods Turnus th' occasion takes and cries aloud Talk on ye quaint Haranguers of the Crowd Declaim in praise of Peace when Danger calls And the fierce
Ground Mighty the Man and mighty Was the Wound I heard my dearest Friend with dying Breath My Name invoking to revenge his Death Brave Ufens fell with Honour on the Place To shun the shameful sight of my disgrace On Earth supine a Manly Corps he lies His Vest and Armour are the Victor's Prize Then shall I see Laurentum in a flame Which only wanted to compleat my shame How will the Latins hoot their Champion's flight How Drances will be pleas'd and point them to the sight Is Death so hard to bear Ye Gods below Since those above so small Compassion show Receive a Soul unsully'd yet with shame Which not belies my great Forefather's Name He said And while he spoke with flying speed Came Sages urging on his foamy Steed Fix'd on his wounded Face a Shaft he bore And seeking Turnus sent his Voice before Turnus on you on you alone depends Our last Relief compassionate your Friends Like Lightning fierce Aeneas rowling on With Arms invests with Flames invades the Town The Brands are toss'd on high the Winds conspire To drive along the Deluge of the Fire All Eyes are fix'd on you your Foes rejoice Ev'n the King staggers and suspends his Choice Doubts to deliver or defend the Town Whom to reject or whom to call his Son The Queen on whom your utmost hopes were plac'd Her self suborning Death has breath'd her last 'T is true Messapus fearless of his Fate With fierce Atinas Aid defends the Gate On ev'ry side surrounded by the Foe The more they kill the greater Numbers grow An Iron Harvest mounts and still remains to mow You far aloof from your forsaken Bands Your rowling Chariot drive o're empty Sands Stupid he sate his Eyes on Earth declin'd And various Cares revolving in his Mind Rage boiling from the bottom of his Breast And Sorrow mix'd with Shame his Soul oppress'd And conscious Worth lay lab'ring in his Thought And Love by Jealousie to Madness wrought By slow degrees his Reason drove away The Mists of Passion and resum'd her Sway. Then rising on his Car he turn'd his Look And saw the Town involv'd in Fire and Smoke A wooden Tow'r with Flames already blaz'd Which his own Hands on Beams and Rafters rais'd And Bridges laid above to join the Space And Wheels below to rowl from place to place Sister the Fates have vanquish'd Let us go The way which Heav'n and my hard Fortune show The Fight is fix'd Nor shall the branded Name Of a base Coward blot your Brother's Fame Death is my choice but suffer me to try My Force and vent my Rage before I dye He said and leaping down without delay Thro Crowds of scatter'd Foes he free'd his way Striding he pass'd impetuous as the Wind And left the grieving Goddess far behind As when a Fragment from a Mountain torn By raging Tempests or by Torrents born Or sapp'd by time or loosen'd from the Roots Prone thro' the Void the Rocky Ruine shoots Rowling from Crag to Crag from Steep to Steep Down sink at once the Shepherds and their Sheep Involv'd alike they rush to neather Ground Stun'd with the shock they fall and stun'd from Earth rebound So Turnus hasting headlong to the Town Should'ring and shoving bore the Squadrons down Still pressing onward to the Walls he drew Where Shafts and Spears and Darts promiscuous flew And sanguine Streams the slipp'ry Ground embrew First stretching out his Arm in sign of Peace He cries aloud to make the Combat cease Rutulians hold and Latin Troops retire The Fight is mine and me the Gods require T is just that I shou'd vindicate alone The broken Truce or for the Breach atone This Day shall free from Wars th' Ausonian State Or finish my Misfortunes in my Fate Both Armies from their bloody Work desist And bearing backward form a spacious List The Trojan Heroe who receiv'd from Fame The welcome Sound and heard the Champion's Name Soon leaves the taken Works and mounted Walls Greedy of War where greater Glory calls He springs to Fight exulting in his Force His jointed Armour rattles in the Course Like Eryx or like Athos great he shows Or Father Apennine when white with Snows His Head Divine obscure in Clouds he hides And shakes the sounding Forest on his sides The Nations over-aw'd surcease the Fight Immoveable their Bodies fix'd their sight Ev'n Death stands still nor from above they throw Their Darts nor drive their batt'ring Rams below In silent Order either Army stands And drop their Swords unknowing from their Hands Th' Ausonian King beholds with wond'ring sight Two mighty Champions match'd in single Fight Born under Climes remote and brought by Fate With Swords to try their Titles to the State Now in clos'd Field each other from afar They view and rushing on begin the War They launch their Spears then hand to hand they meet The trembling Soil resounds beneath their Feet Their Bucklers clash thick blows descend from high And flakes of Fire from their hard Helmets fly Courage conspires with Chance and both ingage With equal Fortune and with mutual Rage As when two Bulls for their fair Female fight In Sila's Shades or on Taburnus height With Horns adverse they meet the Keeper flies Mute stands the Herd the Heifars rowl their Eyes And wait th' Event which Victor they shall bear And who shall be the Lord to rule the lusty Year With rage of Love the jealous Rivals burn And Push for Push and Wound for Wound return Their Dewlaps gor'd their sides are lav'd in Blood Loud Cries and roaring Sounds rebellow thro' the Wood Such was the Combat in the listed Ground So clash their Swords and so their Shields resound Jove sets the Beam in either Scale he lays The Champions Fate and each exactly weighs On this side Life and lucky Chance ascends Loaded with Death that other Scale descends Rais'd on the Stretch young Turnus aims a blow Full on the Helm of his unguarded Foe Shrill Shouts and Clamours ring on either side As Hopes and Fears their panting Hearts divide But all in pieces flies the Traytor Sword And in the middle Stroke deserts his Lord. Now 't is but Death or Flight disarm'd he flies When in his Hand an unknown Hilt he spies Fame says that Turnus when his Steeds he join'd Hurrying to War disorder'd in his Mind Snatch'd the first Weapon which his haste cou'd find 'T was not the fated Sword his Father bore But that his Charioteer Metiscus wore This while the Trojans fled the Toughness held But vain against the great Vulcanian Shield The mortal-temper'd Steel deceiv'd his Hand The shiver'd fragments shone amid the Sand. Surpris'd with fear he fled along the Field And now forthright and now in Orbits wheel'd For here the Trojan Troops the List surround And there the Pass is clos'd with Pools and marshy Ground Aeneas hastens tho' with heavier Pace His Wound so newly knit retards the Chase And oft his trembling Knees their Aid refuse Yet pressing foot by foot
he for his Country bore Now stream'd afresh and with new Purple ran I wept to see the visionary Man And while my Trance continu'd thus began O Light of Trojans and Support of Troy Thy Father's Champion and thy Country's Joy O long expected by thy Friends from whence Art thou so late return'd for our Defence Do we behold thee weary'd as we are With length of Labours and with Toils of War After so many Fun'rals of thy own Art thou restor'd to thy declining Town But say what Wounds are these What new Disgrace Deforms the Manly Features of thy Face To this the Spectre no Reply did frame But answer'd to the Cause for which he came And groaning from the bottom of his Breast This Warning in these mournful Words express'd O Goddess-born escape by timely flight The Flames and Horrors of this fatal Night The Foes already have possess'd the Wall Troy nods from high and totters to her Fall Enough is paid to Priam's Royal Name More than enough to Duty and to Fame If by a Mortal Hand my Father's Throne Cou'd be defended 't was by mine alone Now Troy to thee commends her future State And gives her Gods Companions of thy Fate From their assistance happyer Walls expect Which wand'ring long at last thou shalt erect He said and brought me from their blest abodes The venerable Statues of the Gods With ancient Vesta from the sacred Quire The Wreaths and Relicks of th' Immortal Fire Now peals of Shouts come thund'ring from afar Cries Threats and loud Laments and mingl'd War The Noise approaches though our Palace stood Aloof from Streets encompass'd with a Wood. Louder and yet more loud I hear th' Allarms Of Human Cries distinct and clashing Arms Fear broke my Slumbers I no longer stay But mount the Terrass thence the Town survey And hearken what the frightful Sounds convey Thus when a flood of Fire by Winds is born Crackling it rowls and mows the standing Corn Or Deluges descending on the Plains Sweep o're the yellow Year destroy the pains Of lab'ring Oxen and the Peasant's gains Unroot the Forrest Oaks and bear away Flocks Folds and Trees an undistinguish'd Prey The Shepherd climbs the Cliff and sees from far The wastful Ravage of the wat'ry War Then Hector's Faith was manifestly clear'd The Grecian Frauds in open light appear'd The Palace of Deiphobus ascends In smoaky Flames and catches on his Friends Ucalegon burns next the Seas are bright With splendor not their own and shine with Trojan light New Clamours and new Clangors now arise The sound of Trumpets mix'd with fighting cries With frenzy seiz'd I run to meet th' Alarms Resolv'd on death resolv'd to die in Arms. But first to gather Friends with them t' oppose If Fortune favour'd and repel the Foes Spurr'd by my courage by my Country fir'd With sense of Honour and Revenge inspir'd Pantheus Apollo's Priest a sacred Name Had scap'd the Grecian Swords and pass'd the Flame With Reliques loaden to my Doors he fled And by the hand his tender Grand-son led What hope O Pantheus whither can we run Where make a stand and what may yet be done Scarce had I said when Pantheus with a groan Troy is no more and Ilium was a Town The fatal Day th' appointed Hour is come When wrathful Jove's irrevocable doom Transfers the Trojan State to Grecian hands The Fire consumes the Town the Foe commands And armed Hosts an unexpected Force Break from the Bowels of the Fatal Horse Within the Gates proud Sinon throws about The flames and Foes for entrance press without With thousand others whom I fear to name More than from Argos or Mycenae came To sev'ral Posts their Parties they divide Some block the narrow Streets some scour the wide The bold they kill th' unwary they surprise Who fights finds Death and Death finds him who flies The Warders of the Gate but scarce maintain Th' unequal Combat and resist in vain I Heard and Heav'n that well-born Souls inspires Prompts me thro' lifted Swords and rising Fires To run where clashing Arms and Clamour calls And rush undaunted to defend the Walls Ripheus and Iph'itus by my side engage For Valour one Renown'd and one for Age. Dymas and Hypanis by Moonlight knew My motions and my Meen and to my Party drew With young Choroebus who by Love was led To win Renown and fair Cassandra's Bed And lately brought his Troops to Priam's aid Forewarn'd in vain by the Prophetic Maid Whom when I saw resolv'd in Arms to fall And that one Spirit animated all Brave Souls said I but Brave alas in vain Come finish what our Cruel Fates ordain You see the desp'rate state of our Affairs And Heav'ns protecting Pow'rs are deaf to Pray'rs The passive Gods behold the Greeks defile Their Temples and abandon to the Spoil Their own Abodes we feeble few conspire To save a sinking Town involv'd in Fire Then let us fall but fall amidst our Foes Despair of Life the Means of Living shows So fierce a Speech incourag'd their desire Of Death and added fuel to their fire As hungry Wolves with raging appetite Scour thro' the fields nor fear the stormy Night Their Whelps at home expect the promis'd Food And long to temper their dry Chaps in Blood So rush'd we forth at once resolv'd to die Resolv'd in Death the last Extreams to try We leave the narrow Lanes behind and dare Th' unequal Combat in the publick Square Night was our Friend our Leader was Despair What Tongue can tell the Slaughter of that Night What Eyes can weep the Sorrows and Affright An ancient and imperial City falls The Streets are fill'd with frequent Funerals Houses and Holy Temples float in Blood And hostile Nations make a common Flood Not only Trojans fall but in their turn The vanquish'd Triumph and the Victors mourn Ours take new Courage from Despair and Night Confus'd the Fortune is confus'd the Fight All parts resound with Tumults Plaints and Fears And grisly Death in sundry shapes appears Androgeos fell among us with his Band Who thought us Grecians newly come to Land From whence said he my Friends this long delay You loiter while the Spoils are born away Our Ships are laden with the Trojan Store And you like Truants come too late ashore He said but soon corrected his Mistake Found by the doubtful Answers which we make Amaz'd he wou'd have shun'd th' unequal Fight But we more num'rous intercept his flight As when some Peasant in a bushy Brake Has with unwary Footing press'd a Snake He starts aside astonish'd when he spies His rising Crest blue Neck and rowling Eyes So from our Arms surpriz'd Androgeos flies In vain for him and his we compass'd round Possess'd with Fear unknowing of the Ground And of their Lives an easy Conquest found Thus Fortune on our first Endeavour smil'd Choraebus then with youthful Hopes beguil'd Swoln with Success and of a daring Mind This new Invention fatally design'd My Friends said he since
The Cave though large was dark the dismal Flore Was pav'd with mangled Limbs and putrid Gore Our monstrous Host of more than Human Size Erects his Head and stares within the Skies Bellowing his Voice and horrid is his Hue. Ye Gods remove this Plague from Mortal View The Joints of slaughter'd Wretches are his Food And for his Wine he quaffs the streaming Blood These Eyes beheld when with his spacious Hand He seiz'd two Captives of our Grecian Band Stretch'd on his Back he dash'd against the Stones Their broken Bodies and their crackling Bones With spouting Blood the Purple Pavement swims While the dire Glutton grinds the trembling Limbs Not unreveng'd Ulysses bore their Fate Nor thoughtless of his own unhappy State For gorg'd with Flesh and drunk with Human Wine While fast asleep the Gyant lay supine Snoaring aloud and belching from his Maw His indigested Foam and Morsels raw We pray we cast the Lots and then surround The monstrous Body stretch'd along the Ground Each as he cou'd approach him lends a hand To bore his Eyeball with a flaming Brand. Beneath his frowning Forehead lay his Eye For onely one did the vast Frame supply But that a Globe so large his Front it fill'd Like the Sun 's disk or like a Grecian Shield The Stroke succeeds and down the Pupil bends This Vengeance follow'd for our slaughter'd Friends But haste unhappy Wretches haste to fly Your Cables cut and on your Oars rely Such and so vast as Polypheme appears A hundred more this hated Island bears Like him in Caves they shut their woolly Sheep Like him their Herds on tops of Mountains keep Like him with mighty Strides they stalk from Steep to Steep And now three Moons their sharpen'd Horns renew Since thus in Woods and Wilds obscure from view I drag my loathsom Days with mortal Fright And in deserted Caverns lodge by Night Oft from the Rocks a dreadful Prospect see Of the huge Cyclops like a walking Tree From far I hear his thund'ring Voice resound And trampling Feet that shake the solid Ground Cornels and salvage Berries of the Wood And Roots and Herbs have been my meagre Food While all around my longing Eyes I cast I saw your happy Ships appear at last On those I fix'd my hopes to these I run 'T is all I ask this cruel Race to shun To Wm. Gibbons D r. in Physick AE 3. l. 865. What other Death you please your selves bestow Scarce had he said when on the Mountain's brow We saw the Gyant-Shepherd stalk before His following Flock and leading to the Shore A monstrous Bulk deform'd depriv'd of Sight His Staff a trunk of Pine to guide his steps aright His pondrous Whistle from his Neck descends His woolly Care their pensive Lord attends This onely Solace his hard Fortune sends Soon as he reach'd the Shore and touch'd the Waves From his bor'd Eye the gutt'ring Blood he laves He gnash'd his Teeth and groan'd thro' Seas he strides And scarce the topmost Billows touch'd his sides Seiz'd with a sudden Fear we run to Sea The Cables cut and silent haste away The well deserving Stranger entertain Then buckling to the Work our Oars divide the Main The Gyant harken'd to the dashing Sound But when our Vessels out of reach he found He strided onward and in vain essay'd Th' Ionian Deep and durst no farther wade With that he roar'd aloud the dreadful Cry Shakes Earth and Air and Seas the Billows fly Before the bellowing Noise to distant Italy The neighb'ring Aetna trembled all around The winding Caverns echo to the sound His brother Cyclops hear the yelling Roar And rushing down the Mountains crowd the Shoar We saw their stern distorted looks from far And one ey'd Glance that vainly threatned War A dreadful Council with their heads on high The misty Clouds about their Foreheads fly Not yielding to the tow'ring Tree of Jove Or tallest Cypress of Diana's Grove New Pangs of mortal Fear our Minds assail We tug at ev'ry Oar and hoist up ev'ry Sail And take th' Advantage of the friendly Gale Forewarn'd by Helenus we strive to shun Charibdis Gulph nor dare to Scylla run An equal Fate on either side appears We tacking to the left are free from Fears For from Pelorus Point the North arose And drove us back where swift Pantagias flows His Rocky Mouth we pass and make our Way By Thapsus and Megara's winding Bay This Passage Achaemenides had shown Tracing the Course which he before had run Right o're-against Plemmyrium's watry Strand There lies an Isle once call'd th' Ortygian Land Alphëus as Old Fame reports has found From Greece a secret Passage under-ground By Love to beauteous Arethusa led And mingling here they rowl in the same Sacred Bed As Helenus enjoyn'd we next adore Diana's Name Protectress of the Shore With prosp'rous Gales we pass the quiet Sounds Of still Elorus and his fruitsul Bounds Then doubling Cape Pachynus we survey The rocky Shore extended to the Sea The Town of Camarine from far we see And fenny Lake undrain'd by Fates decree In sight of the Geloan Fields we pass And the large Walls where mighty Gela was Then Agragas with lofty Summets crown'd Long for the Race of warlike Steeds renown'd We pass'd Selinus and the Palmy Land And widely shun the Lilybaean Strand Unsafe for secret Rocks and moving Sand. At length on Shore the weary Fleet arriv'd Which Drepanum's unhappy Port receiv'd Here after endless Labours often tost By raging Storms and driv'n on ev'ry Coast My dear dear Father spent with Age I lost Ease of my Cares and Solace of my Pain Sav'd through a thousand Toils but sav'd in vain The Prophet who my future Woes reveal'd Yet this the greatest and the worst conceal'd And dire Celoeno whose foreboding Skill Denounc'd all else was silent of this Ill This my last Labour was Some friendly God From thence convey'd us to your blest Abode Thus to the listning Queen the Royal Guest His wand'ring Course and all his Toils express'd And here concluding he retir'd to rest The Fourth Book of the Aeneis The Argument Dido discovers to her Sister her Passion for Aeneas and her thoughts of marrying him She prepares a Hunting-Match for his Entertainment Juno by Venus 's consent raises a Storm which separates the Hunters and drives Aeneas and Dido into the same Cave where their Marriage is suppos'd to be compleated Jupiter dispatches Mercury to Aeneas to warn him from Carthage Aeneas secretly prepares for his Voyage Dido finds out his Design and to put a stop to it makes use of her own and her Sister's Entreaties and discovers all the variety of Passions that are incident to a neglected Lover When nothing wou'd prevail upon him she contrives her own Death with which this Book concludes BUT anxious Cares already seiz'd the Queen She fed within her Veins a Flame unseen The Heroe's Valour Acts and Birth inspire Her Soul with Love and fann the secret Fire His Words his Looks
Woe 'Till my soft Soul be temper'd to sustain Accustom'd Sorrows and inur'd to Pain If you in Pity grant this one Request My Death shall leave you of my Crown possess'd This mournful message Pious Anna bears And seconds with her own her Sister's Tears But all her Arts are still employ'd in vain Again she comes and is refus'd again His harden'd Heart nor Pray'rs nor Threatnings move Fate and the God had stop'd his Ears to Love As when the Winds their airy Quarrel try Justling from ev'ry quarter of the Sky This way and that the Mountain Oak they bend His Boughs they shatter and his Branches rend With Leaves and falling Mast they spread the Ground The hollow Vallies echo to the Sound Unmov'd the Royal Plant their Fury mocks Or shaken clings more closely to the Rocks Far as he shoots his tow'ring Head on high So deep in Earth his fix'd Foundations lye No less a Storm the Trojan Heroe bears Thick Messages and loud Complaints he hears And bandy'd Words still beating on his Ears Sighs Groans and Tears proclaim his inward Pains But the firm purpose of his Heart remains The wretched Queen pursu'd by cruel Fate Begins at length the light of Heav'n to hate And loaths to live Then dire Portents she sees To hasten on the Death her Soul decrees Strange to relate for when before the Shrine She pours in Sacrifice the Purple Wine The Purple Wine is turn'd to putrid Blood And the white offer'd Milk converts to Mud. This dire Presage to her alone reveal'd From all and ev'n her Sister she conceal'd A Marble Temple stood within the Grove Sacred to Death and to her murther'd Love That honour'd Chappel she had hung around With snowy Fleeces and with Garlands crown'd Oft when she visited this lonely Dome Strange Voices issu'd from her Husband's Tomb She thought she heard him summon her away Invite her to his Grave and chide her stay Hourly 't is heard when with a bodeing Note The solitary Screech-Owl strains her Throat And on a Chimney's top or Turret's hight With Songs obscene disturbs the Silence of the Night Besides old Prophesies augment her Fears And stern Aeneas in her Dreams appears â—â—sdainful as by Day She seems alone To wander in her Sleep thro ways unknown Guidless and dark or in a Desart Plain 〈◊〉 seek her Subjects and to seek in vain 〈…〉 k Pentheus when distracted with his Fear He saw two Suns and double Thebes appear Or mad Orestes when his Mother's Ghost â—ull in his Face infernal Torches tost And shook her snaky locks He shuns the sight Flies o're the Stage surpris'd with mortal fright The Furies guard the Door and intercept his flight Now sinking underneath a load of Grief From Death alone she seeks her last Relief The Time and Means resolv'd within her Breast She to her mournful Sister thus address'd Dissembling hope her cloudy front she clears And a false Vigour in her Eyes appears Rejoice she said instructed from above My Lover I shall gain or lose my Love Nigh rising Atlas next the falling Sun Long tracts of Ethiopian Clymates run There a Massylian Priestess I have found Honour'd for Age for Magick Arts renown'd Th' Hesperian Temple was her trusted Care 'T was she supply'd the wakeful Dragons Fare She Poppy-Seeds in Honey taught to steep Reclaim'd his Rage and sooth'd him into sleep She watch'd the Golden Fruit her Charms unbind The Chains of Love or fix them on the Mind She stops the Torrents leaves the Channel dry Repels the Stars and backward bears the Sky The yawning Earth rebellows to her Call Pale Ghosts ascend and Mountain Ashes fall Witness ye Gods and thou my better part How loth I am to try this impious Art Within the secret Court with silent Care Erect a lofty Pile expos'd in Air Hang on the topmost part the Trojan Vest Spoils Arms and Presents of my faithless Guest Next under these the bridal Bed be plac'd Where I my Ruin in his Arms embrac'd All Relicks of the Wretch are doom'd to Fire For so the Priestess and her Charms require Thus far she said and farther Speech forbears A Mortal Paleness in her Face appears Yet the mistrustless Anna could not find The secret Fun'ral in these Rites design'd Nor thought so dire a Rage possess'd her Mind Unknowing of a Train conceal'd so well She fear'd no worse than when Sichaeus fell Therefore obeys The fatal Pile they rear Within the secret Court expos'd in Air. The cloven Holms and Pines are heap'd on high And Garlands on the hollow Spaces lye Sad Cypress Vervain Eugh compose the Wreath And ev'ry baleful green denoting Death The Queen determin'd to the fatal Deed The Spoils and Sword he left in order spread And the Man's Image on the Nuptial Bed And now the sacred Altars plac'd around The Priestess enters with her Hair unbound And thrice invokes the Pow'rs below the Ground Night Erebus and Chaos she proclaims And threefold Hecat with her hundred Names And three Diana's next she sprinkles round With feign'd Avernian Drops the hallow'd ground Culls hoary Simples found by Phoebe's Light With brazen Sickles reap'd at Noon of Night Then mixes baleful Juices in the Bowl And cuts the Forehead of a new-born Fole Robbing the Mother's love The destin'd Queen Observes assisting at the Rites obscene A leaven'd Cake in her devoted Hands She holds and next the highest Altar stands One tender Foot was shod her other bare Girt was her gather'd Gown and loose her Hair Thus dress'd she summon'd with her dying Breath The Heav'ns and Planets conscious of her Death And ev'ry Pow'r if any rules above Who minds or who revenges injur'd Love 'T was dead of Night when weary Bodies close Their Eyes in balmy Sleep and soft Repose To Henry Tasburgh Esq of Bodney in y e County of Norfolk AE 4. l. 730. The Winds no longer whisper through the Woods Nor murm'ring Tides disturb the gentle Floods The Stars in silent order mov'd around And Peace with downy wings was brooding on the ground The Flocks and Herds and parti-colour'd Fowl Which haunt the Woods or swim the weedy Pool Stretch'd on the quiet Earth securely lay Forgetting the past Labours of the day All else of Nature's common Gift partake Unhappy Dido was alone awake Nor Sleep nor Ease the Furious Queen can find Sleep fled her Eyes as Quiet fled her mind Despair and Rage and Love divide her heart Despair and Rage had some but Love the greater part Then thus she said within her secret Mind What shall I do what Succour can I find Become a Supplyant to Hyarba's Pride And take my turn to Court and be deny'd Shall I with this ungrateful Trojan go Forsake an Empire and attend a Foe Himself I refug'd and his Train reliev'd T is true but am I sure to be receiv'd An Exile follows whom a Queen reliev'd Can Gratitude in Trojan Souls have place Laomedon still lives in all his Race Then shall I seek alone the Churlish
Then of it self unfolds th' Eternal Door With dreadful Sounds the brazen Hinges roar You see before the Gate what stalking Ghost Commands the Guard what Centries keep the Post More formidable Hydra stands within Whose Jaws with Iron Teeth severely grin The gaping Gulph low to the Centre lies And twice as deep as Earth is distant from the Skies The Rivals of the Gods the Titan Race Here sing'd with Lightning rowl within th' unfathom'd space Here lye th' Alaean Twins I saw them both Enormous Bodies of Gigantick Growth Who dar'd in Fight the Thund'rer to defy Affect his Heav'n and force him from the Sky Salmoneus suff'ring cruel Pains I found For emulating Jove the ratling Sound Of Mimick Thunder and the glitt'ring Blaze Of pointed Lightnings and their forky Rays Through Elis and the Grecian Towns he flew Th' audacious Wretch four fiery Coursers drew He wav'd a Torch aloft and madly vain Sought Godlike Worship from a Servile Train Ambitious Fool with horny Hoofs to pass O're hollow Arches of resounding Brass To rival Thunder in its rapid Course And imitate inimitable Force But he the King of Heav'n obscure on high Bar'd his red Arm and launching from the Sky His writhen Bolt not shaking empty Smoak Down to the deep Abyss the flaming Felon strook There Tityus was to see who took his Birth From Heav'n his Nursing from the foodful Earth Here his Gygantic Limbs with large Embrace Infold nine Acres of Infernal Space A rav'nous Vulture in his open'd side Her crooked Beak and cruel Tallons try'd Still for the growing Liver dig'd his Breast The growing Liver still supply'd the Feast Still are his Entrails fruitful to their Pains Th' immortal Hunger lasts th' immortal Food remains Ixion and Perithous I cou'd name And more Thessalian Chiefs of mighty Fame High o're their Heads a mould'ring Rock is plac'd That promises a fall and shakes at ev'ry Blast They lye below on Golden Beds display'd And genial Feasts with Regal Pomp are made The Queen of Furies by their sides is set And snatches from their Mouths th' untasted Meat Which if they touch her hissing Snakes she rears Tossing her Torch and thund'ring in their Ears Then they who Brothers better Claim disown Expel their Parents and usurp the Throne Defraud their Clients and to Lucre sold Sit brooding on unprofitable Gold Who dare not give and ev'n refuse to lend To their poor Kindred or a wanting Friend Vast is the Throng of these nor less the Train Of lustful Youths for foul Adultry slain Hosts of Deserters who their Honour sold And basely broke their Faith for Bribes of Gold All these within the Dungeon's depth remain Despairing Pardon and expecting Pain Ask not what Pains nor farther seek to know Their Process or the Forms of Law below Some rowl a weighty Stone some laid along And bound with burning Wires on Spokes of Wheels are hung Unhappy Theseus doom'd for ever there Is fix'd by Fate on his Eternal Chair And wretched Phlegias warns the World with Cries Cou'd Warning make the World more just or wise Learn Righteousness and dread th' avenging Deities To Tyrants others have their Country sold Imposing Foreign Lords for Foreign Gold Some have old Laws repeal'd new Statutes made Not as the People pleas'd but as they paid With Incest some their Daughters Bed prophan'd All dar'd the worst of Ills and what they dar'd attain'd Had I a hundred Mouths a hundred Tongues And Throats of Brass inspir'd with Iron Lungs I could not half those horrid Crimes repeat Nor half the Punishments those Crimes have met But let us haste our Voyage to pursue The Walls of Pluto's Palace are in view The Gate and Iron Arch above it stands On Anvils labour'd by the Cyclops Hands Before our farther way the Fates allow Here must we fix on high the Golden Bough She said and thro' the gloomy Shades they past And chose the middle Path Arriv'd at last The Prince with living Water sprinkl'd o're His Limbs and Body then approach'd the Door Possess'd the Porch and on the Front above He fix'd the fatal Bough requir'd by Pluto's Love These Holy Rites perform'd they took their Way Where long extended Plains of Pleasure lay The verdant Fields with those of Heav'n may vye With Aether vested and a Purple Sky The blissful Seats of Happy Souls below Stars of their own and their own Suns they know Their Airy Limbs in Sports they exercise And on the Green contend the Wrestler's Prize Some in Heroick Verse divinely sing Others in artful Measures lead the ring The Thracian Bard surrounded by the rest There stands conspicuous in his flowing Vest His flying Fingers and harmonious Quill Strike sev'n distinguish'd Notes and sev'n at once they fill Here found they Teucer's old Heroick Race Born better times and happier Years to grace Assaracus and Ilus here enjoy Perpetual Fame with him who founded Troy The Chief beheld their Chariots from afar Their shining Arms and Coursers train'd to War Their Lances fix'd in Earth their Steeds around Free from their Harness graze the flow'ry Ground The love of Horses which they had alive And care of Chariots after Death survive Some chearful Souls were feasting on the Plain Some did the Song and some the Choir maintain Beneath a Laurel Shade where mighty Po Mounts up to Woods above and hides his Head below Here Patriots live who for their Countries good In fighting Fields were prodigal of Blood Priests of unblemish'd Lives here make Abode And Poets worthy their inspiring God And searching Wits of more Mechanick parts Who grac'd their Age with new invented Arts. Those who to worth their Bounty did extend And those who knew that Bounty to commend The Heads of these with holy Fillets bound And all their Temples were with Garlands crown'd To these the Sibyl thus her Speech address'd And first to him surrounded by the rest Tow'ring his Height and ample was his Breast Say happy Souls Divine Musaeus say Where lives Anchises and where lies our Way To find the Heroe for whose only sake We sought the dark Abodes and cross'd the bitter Lake To this the Sacred Poet thus reply'd In no fix'd place the Happy Souls reside In Groves we live and lye on mossy Beds By Crystal Streams that murmur through the Meads But pass yon easie Hill and thence descend The Path conducts you to your Journeys end This said he led them up the Mountains brow And shews them all the shining Fields below They wind the Hill and thro' the blissful Meadows go But old Anchises in a flow'ry Vale Review'd his muster'd Race and took the Tale. Those Happy Spirits which ordain'd by Fate For future Beings and new Bodies wait With studious Thought observ'd th' illustrious Throng In Nature's Order as they pass'd along Their Names their Fates their Conduct and their Care In peaceful Senates and successful War He when Aeneas on the Plain appears Meets him with open Arms and falling Tears Welcome he said the Gods undoubted
Race O long expected to my dear Embrace Once more 't is giv'n me to behold your Face The Love and Pious Duty which you pay Have pass'd the Perils of so hard a way 'T is true computing times I now believ'd The happy Day approach'd nor are my Hope 's deceiv'd What length of Lands what Oceans have you pass'd What Storms sustain'd and on what Shores been cast How have I fear'd your Fate But fear'd it most When Love assail'd you on the Lybian Coast To this the Filial Duty thus replies Your sacred Ghost before my sleeping Eyes Appear'd and often urg'd this painful Enterprise After long tossing on the Tyrrhene Sea My Navy rides at Anchor in the Bay But reach your Hand oh Parent Shade nor shun The dear Embraces of your longing Son He said and falling Tears his Face bedew Then thrice around his Neck his Arms he threw And thrice the flitting Shadow slip'd away Like Winds or empty Dreams that fly the Day Now in a secret Vale the Trojan sees A sep'rate Grove thro' which a gentle Breeze Plays with a passing Breath and whispers thro' the Trees And just before the Confines of the Wood The gliding Lethe leads her silent Flood About the Boughs an Airy Nation flew Thick as the humming Bees that hunt the Golden Dew In Summer's heat on tops of Lillies feed And creep within their Bells to suck the balmy Seed The winged Army roams the Fields around The Rivers and the Rocks remurmur to the sound Aeneas wond'ring stood Then ask'd the Cause Which to the Stream the Crowding People draws Then thus the Sire The Souls that throng the Flood Are those to Whom by Fate are other Bodies ow'd In Lethe's Lake they long Oblivion tast Of future Life secure forgetful of the Past Long has my Soul desir'd this time and place To set before your sight your glorious Race That this presaging Joy may fire your Mind To seek the Shores by Destiny design'd O Father can it be that Souls sublime Return to visit our Terrestrial Clime And that the Gen'rous Mind releas'd by Death Can Covet lazy Limbs and Mortal Breath Anchises then in order thus begun To clear those Wonders to his Godlike Son Know first that Heav'n and Earth's compacted Frame And flowing Waters and the starry Flame And both the Radiant Lights one Common Soul Inspires and feeds and animates the whole This Active Mind infus'd through all the Space Unites and mingles with the mighty Mass Hence Men and Beasts the Breath of Life obtain And Birds of Air and Monsters of the Main Th' Etherial Vigour is in all the same And every Soul is fill'd with equal Flame As much as Earthy Limbs and gross allay Of Mortal Members subject to decay Blunt not the Beams of Heav'n and edge of Day From this course Mixture of Terrestial parts Desire and Fear by turns possess their Hearts And Grief and Joy Nor can the groveling Mind In the dark Dungeon of the Limbs confin'd Assert the Native Skies or own its heav'nly Kind Nor Death it self can wholly wash their Stains But long contracted Filth ev'n in the Soul remains The Reliques of inveterate Vice they wear And Spots of Sin obscene in ev'ry Face appear For this are various Penances enjoyn'd And some are hung to bleach upon the Wind Some plung'd in Waters others purg'd in Fires Till all the Dregs are drain'd and all the Rust expires All have their Manes and those Manes bear The few so cleans'd to these Abodes repair And breath in ample Fields the soft Elysian Air. Then are they happy when by length of time The Scurf is worn away of each committed Crime No Speck is left of their habitual Stains But the pure Aether of the Soul remains But when a Thousand rowling Years are past So long their Punishments and Penance last Whole Droves of Minds are by the driving God Compell'd to drink the deep Lethaean Flood In large forgetful draughts to steep the Cares Of their past Labours and their Irksom Years That unrememb'ring of its former Pain The Soul may suffer mortal Flesh again Thus having said the Father Spirit leads The Priestess and his Son through Swarms of Shades And takes a rising Ground from thence to see The long Procession of his Progeny Survey pursu'd the Sire this airy Throng As offer'd to thy view they pass along These are th' Italian Names which Fate will join With ours and graff upon the Trojan Line Observe the Youth who first appears in sight And holds the nearest Station to the Light Already seems to snuff the vital Air And leans just forward on a shining Spear Silvius is he thy last begotten Race But first in order sent to fill thy place An Alban Name but mix'd with Dardan Blood Born in the Covert of a shady Wood Him fair Lavinia thy surviving Wife Shall breed in Groves to lead a solitary Life In Alba he shall fix his Royal Seat And born a King a Race of Kings beget Then Procas Honour of the Trojan Name Capys and Numitor of endless Fame A second Silvius after these appears Silvius Aeneas for thy Name he bears For Arms and Justice equally renown'd Who late restor'd in Alba shall be crown'd How great they look how vig'rously they wield Their weighty Lances and sustain the Shield But they who crown'd with Oaken Wreaths appear Shall Gabian Walls and strong Fidena rear Nomentum Bola with Pometia found And raise Colatian Tow'rs on Rocky Ground All these shall then be Towns of mighty Fame Tho' now they lye obscure and Lands without a Name See Romulus the great born to restore The Crown that once his injur'd Grandsire wore This Prince a Priestess of our Blood shall bear And like his Sire in Arms he shall appear Two rising Crests his Royal Head adorn Born from a God himself to Godhead born His Sire already signs him for the Skies And marks his Seat amidst the Deities Auspicious Chief thy Race in times to come Shall spread the Conquests of Imperial Rome Rome whose ascending Tow'rs shall Heav'n invade Involving Earth and Ocean in her Shade High as the Mother of the Gods in place And proud like her of an Immortal Race Then when in Pomp she makes the Phrygian round With Golden Turrets on her Temples crown'd A hundred Gods her sweeping Train supply Her Offspring all and all command the Sky Now fix your Sight and stand intent to see Your Roman Race and Julian Progeny The mighty Caesar waits his vital Hour Impatient for the World and grasps his promis'd Pow'r But next behold the Youth of Form Divine Caesar himself exalted in his Line Augustus promis'd oft and long foretold Sent to the Realm that Saturn rul'd of old Born to restore a better Age of Gold Affrick and India shall his Pow'r obey He shall extend his propagated Sway Beyond the Solar Year without the starry Way Where Atlas turns the rowling Heav'ns around And his broad Shoulders with their Lights are crown'd At his fore-seen
War at hand appears with more affright And rises ev'ry Moment to the sight Then old Evander with a close embrace Strain'd his departing Friend and Tears o're-flow his Face Wou'd Heav'n said he my strength and youth recall Such as I was beneath Preneste's Wall Then when I made the foremost Foes retire And set whole heaps of conquer'd Shields on Fire When Herilus in single Fight I slew Whom with three lives Feronia did endue And thrice I sent him to the Stygian Shore Till the last Ebbing Soul return'd no more Such if I stood renew'd not these Alarms Nor Death shou'd rend me from my Pallas arms Nor proud Mezentius thus unpunish'd boast His Rapes and Murthers on the Tuscan Coast Ye Gods and mighty Jove in pity bring Relief and hear a Father and a King If Fate and you reserve these Eyes to see My Son return with peace and Victory If the lov'd Boy shall bless his Father's sight If we shall meet again with more delight Then draw my Life in length let me sustain In hopes of his Embrace the worst of Pain But if your hard Decrees which O I dread Have doom'd to death his undeserving head This O this very Moment let me die While Hopes and Fears in equal ballance lye While yet Possest of all his Youthful Charms I strain him close within these Aged Arms Before that fatal news my Soul shall wound He said and swooning sunk upon the ground His Servants bore him off And softly laid His languish'd Limbs upon his homely Bed The Horsemen march the Gates are open'd wide Aeneas at their head Achates by his side Next these the Trojan Leaders rode along Last follows in the Reer th' Arcadian Throng Young Pallas shone conspicuous o're the rest Guilded his Arms Embroider'd was his Vest So from the Seas exerts his radiant head The Star by whom the Lights of Heav'n are led Shakes from his rosie Locks the perly Dews Dispels the darkness and the Day renews The trembling Wives the Walls and Turrets crowd And follow with their Eyes the dusty Cloud Which Winds disperse by fits and shew from far The blaze of Arms and Shields and shining War The Troops drawn up in beautiful Array O're heathy Plains pursue the ready way Repeated peals of showts are heard around The Neighing Coursers answer to the sound And shake with horny Hoofs the solid ground A greenwood Shade for long Religion known Stands by the Streams that wash the Tuscan Town Incompass'd round with gloomy Hills above Which add a holy horrour to the Grove The first Inhabitants of Grecian Blood That sacred Forest to Sylvanus vow'd The Guardian of their Flocks and Fields and pay Their due Devotions on his annual day Not far from hence along the River's side In Tents secure the Tuscan Troops abide By Tarchon led Now from a rising ground Aeneas cast his wond'ring Eyes around And all the Tyrrhene Army had in sight Stretch'd on the spacious Plain from left to right Thether his warlike Train the Trojan led Refresh'd his Men and weary'd Horses fed Mean time the Mother Goddess crown'd with Charms Breaks through the Clouds and brings the fated Arms. Within a winding Vale she finds her Son On the cool Rivers ' Banks retir'd alone She shews her heav'nly Form without disguise And gives her self to his desiring Eyes Behold she said perform'd in ev'ry part My promise made and Vulcan's labour'd Art Now seek secure the Latian Enemy And haughty Turnus to the Field defy She said And having first her Son embrac'd The radiant Arms beneath an Oak she plac'd Proud of the Gift he rowl'd his greedy sight Around the Work and gaz'd with vast delight He lifts he turns he poizes and admires The Crested Helm that vomits radiant Fires His hands the fatal Sword and Corslet hold One keen with temper'd Steel one stiff with Gold Both ample flaming both and beamy bright So shines a Cloud when edg'd with adverse Light He shakes the pointed Spear and longs to try The plated Cuishes on his manly thigh But most admires the Shields Mysterious mould And Roman Triumphs rising on the Gold To Sr. Godfry Kneller Knight Principall Painter to his Majesty AE 8. l. 805 For those emboss'd the Heav'nly Smith had wrought Not in the Rolls of future Fate untaught The Wars in Order and the Race Divine Of Warriors issuing from the Julian Line The Cave of Mars was dress'd with mossy Greens There by the Wolf were laid the Martial Twins Intrepid on her swelling Dugs they hung The foster Dam loll'd out her fawning Tongue They suck'd secure while bending Back her Head She lick'd their tender Limbs and form'd them as they fed Not far from thence new Rome appears with Games Projected for the Rape of Sabine Dames The Pit resounds with Shrieks A War succeeds For breach of Publick Faith and unexampl'd Deeds Here for Revenge the Sabine Troops contend The Romans there with Arms the Prey defend Weary'd with tedious War at length they cease And both the Kings and Kingdoms plight the Peace The friendly Chiefs before Jove's Altar stand Both arm'd with each a Charger in his Hand A fatted Sow for Sacrifice is led With Imprecations on the perjur'd Head Near this the Traytor Metius stretch'd between Four fiery Steeds is dragg'd along the Green By Tullus doom The Brambles drink his Blood And his torn Limbs are left the Vulture's Food There Porsena to Rome proud Tarquin brings And wou'd by Force restore the banish'd Kings One Tyrant for his fellow Tyrant fights The Roman Youth assert their Native Rights Before the Town the Tuscan Army lies To win by Famine or by Fraud surprise Their King half threat'ning half disdaining stood While Cocles broke the Bridge and stem'd the Flood The Captive Maids there tempt the raging Tide Scap'd from their Chains with Clelia for their Guide High on a Rock Heroick Manlius stood To guard the Temple and the Temple's God Then Rome was poor and there you might behold The Palace thatch'd with Straw now roof'd with Gold The Silver Goofe before the shining Gate There flew and by her Cackle sav'd the State She told the Gauls approach Th' approaching Gauls Obscure in Night ascend and seize the Walls The Gold dissembl'd well their yellow Hair And Golden Chains on their white Necks they wear Gold are their Vests Long Alpine Spears they wield And their left Arm sustains a length of Shield Hard by the leaping Salian Priests advance And naked thro' the Streets the mad Luperci dance In Caps of Wool The Targets dropt from Heav'n Here modest Matrons in soft Litters driv'n To pay their Vows in solemn Pomp appear And odorous Gums in their chast Hands they bear Far hence remov'd the Stygian Seats are seen Pains of the damn'd and punish'd Catiline Hung on a Rock the Traytor and around The Furies hissing from the neather Ground Apart from these the happy Souls he draws And Cato's holy Ghost dispensing Laws Betwixt the Quarters flows a Golden Sea But
his Friend and cast his Eyes around Ah Wretch he cry'd where have I left behind Th' unhappy Youth where shall I hope to find Or what way take again He ventures back And treads the Mazes of his former track He winds the Wood and list'ning hears the noise Of trampling Coursers and the Riders voice The sound approach'd and suddenly he view'd The Foes inclosing and his Friend pursu'd Forelay'd and taken while he strove in vain The shelter of the friendly Shades to gain What shou'd he next attempt what Arms employ What fruitless Force to free the Captive Boy Or desperate shou'd he rush and lose his Life With odds oppress'd in such unequal strife Resolv'd at length his pointed Spear he shook And casting on the Moon a mournful look Guardian of Groves and Goddess of the Night Fair Queen he said direct my Dart aright If e're my Pious Father for my sake Did grateful Off'rings on thy Altars make Or I increas'd them with my Silvan toils And hung thy Holy Roofs with Salvage Spoils Give me to scatter these Then from his Ear He poiz'd and aim'd and lanch'd the trembling Spear The deadly Weapon hiffing from the Grove Impetuous on the back of Sulmo drove Pierc'd his thin Armour drank his Vital Blood And in his Body left the broken Wood. He staggers round his Eyeballs rowl in Death And with short sobs he gasps away his Breath All stand amaz'd a second Jav'lin flies With equal strength and quivers through the Skies This through thy Temples Tagus forc'd the way And in the Brain-pan warmly bury'd lay Fierce Volscens foams with Rage and gazing round Descry'd not him who gave the Fatal Wound To S r Io n Percivalé Bart. of Barton in the County of Corke in Ireland AE 9. l. 590 Nor knew to fix Revenge but thou he cries Shalt pay for both and at the Pris'ner flies With his drawn Sword Then struck with deep Despair That cruel sight the Lover cou'd not bear But from his Covert rush'd in open view And sent his Voice before him as he flew Me me he cry'd turn all your Swords alone On me the Fact confess'd the Fault my own He neither cou'd nor durst the guiltless Youth Ye Moon and Stars bear Witness to the Truth His only Crime if Friendship can offend Is too much Love to his unhappy Friend Too late he speaks the Sword which Fury guides Driv'n with full Force had pierc'd his tender Sides Down fell the beauteous Youth the yawning Wound Gush'd out a Purple Stream and stain'd the Ground His snowy Neck reclines upon his Breast Like a fair Flow'r by the keen Share oppress'd Like a white Poppy sinking on the Plain Whose heavy Head is overcharg'd with Rain Despair and Rage and Vengeance justly vow'd Drove Nisus headlong on the hostile Crowd Volscens he seeks on him alone he bends Born back and bor'd by his surrounding Friends Onward he press'd and kept him still in sight Then whirl'd aloft his Sword with all his might Th' unnerring Steel descended while he spoke Pierc'd his wide Mouth and thro' his Weazon broke Dying he flew and stagg'ring on the Plain With smimming Eyes he sought his Lover slain Then quiet on his bleeding Bosom fell Content in Death to be reveng'd so well O happy Friends for if my Verse can give Immortal Life your Fame shall ever live Fix'd as the Capitol's Foundation lies And spread where e're the Roman Eagle flies The conqu'ring Party first divide the Prey Then their slain General to the Camp convey With Wonder as they went the Troops were fill'd To see such Numbers whom so few had kill'd Serranus Rhamnes and the rest they found Vast Crowds the dying and the dead surround And the yet reeking Blood o'reflows the Ground All knew the Helmet which Messapus lost But mourn'd a Purchase that so dear had cost Now rose the ruddy Morn from Tithon's Bed And with the Dawns of Day the Skies o'respread Nor long the Sun his daily Course withheld But added Colours to the World reveal'd When early Turnus wak'ning with the Light All clad in Armour calls his Troops to fight His Martial Men with fierce Harangues he fir'd And his own Ardor in their Souls inspir'd This done to give new Terror to his Foes The Heads of Nisus and his Friend he shows Rais'd high on pointed Spears A ghastly Sight Loud peals of Shouts ensue and barbarous Delight Mean time the Trojans run where Danger calls They line their Trenches and they man their Walls In Front extended to the left they stood Safe was the right surrounded by the Flood But casting from their Tow'rs a frightful view They saw the Faces which too well they knew Tho' then disguis'd in Death and smear'd all o're With Filth obscene and dropping putrid Gore Soon hasty Fame thro' the sad City bears The mournful Message to the Mother's Ears An icy Cold benums her Limbs She shakes Her Cheeks the Blood her Hand the Web forsakes She runs the Rampires round amidst the War Nor fears the flying Darts She rends her Hair And fills with loud Laments the liquid Air. Thus then my lov'd Euryalus appears Thus looks the Prop of my declining Years Was 't on this Face my famish'd Eyes I fed Ah how unlike the living is the dead And cou'dst thou leave me cruel thus alone Not one kind Kiss from a departing Son No Look no last adieu before he went In an ill-boding Hour to Slaughter sent Cold on the Ground and pressing foreign Clay To Latian Dogs and Fowls he lies a Prey Nor was I near to close his dying Eyes To wash his Wounds to weep his Obsequies To call about his Corps his crying Friends Or spread the Mantle made for other ends On his dear Body which I wove with Care Nor did my daily Pains or nightly labour spare Where shall I find his Corps what Earth sustains His Trunk dismember'd and his cold Remains For this alas I left my needful Ease Expos'd my Life to Winds and winter Seas If any pity touch Rutulian Hearts Here empty all your Quivers all your Darts Or if they fail thou Jove conclude my Woe And send me Thunder-struck to Shades below Her Shrieks and Clamours pierce the Trojans Ears Unman their Courage and augment their Fears Nor young Ascanius cou'd the sight sustain Nor old Ilioneus his Tears restrain But Actor and Idoeus jointly sent To bear the madding Mother to her Tent. And now the Trumpets terribly from far With rattling Clangor rouze the sleepy War The Souldiers Shouts succeed the Brazen Sounds And Heav'n from Pole to Pole the Noise rebounds The Volscians bear their Shields upon their Head And rushing forward from a moving Shed These fill the Ditch those pull the Bulwarks down Some raise the Ladders others scale the Town But where void Spaces on the Walls appear Or thin Defence they pour their Forces there With Poles and missive Weapons from afar The Trojans keep aloof the rising War Taught by their ten Years Siege
Members and his ample Breast His ratt'ling Armour and his Crimson Crest Far from that hated Face the Trojans fly All but the Fool who sought his Destiny Mad Pandarus steps forth with Vengeance vow'd For Bitias's Death and threatens thus aloud These are not Ardea's Walls nor this the Town Amata proffers with Lavinia's Crown 'T is hostile Earth you tread of hope bereft No means of safe Return by flight are left To whom with Count'nance calm and Soul sedate Thus Turnus Then begin and try thy Fate My Message to the Ghost of Priam bear Tell him a new Achilles sent thee there A Lance of tough ground-Ash the Trojan threw Rough in the Rind and knotted as it grew With his full force he whirl'd it first around But the soft yielding Air receiv'd the wound Imperial Juno turn'd the Course before And fix'd the wand'ring Weapon in the door But hope not thou said Turnus when I strike To shun thy Fate our Force is not alike Nor thy Steel temper'd by the Lemnian God Then rising on is utmost stretch he stood And aim'd from high the full descending blow Cleaves the broad Front and beardless Cheeks in two Down sinks the Giant with a thund'ring sound His pond'rous Limbs oppress the trembling ground Blood Brains and Foam gush from the gaping Wound Scalp Face and Shoulders the keen Steel divides And the shar'd Visage hangs on equal sides The Trojans fly from their approaching Fate And had the Victor then secur'd the Gate And to his Troops without unclos'd the Barrs One lucky Day had ended all his Wars But boiling Youth and blind Desire of Blood Push'd on his Fury to pursue the Crowd Hamstring'd behind unhappy Gyges dy'd Then Phalaris is added to his side The pointed Jav'lins from the dead he drew And their Friends Arms against their Fellows threw Strong Halys stands in vain weak Phlegys flies Saturnia still at hand new Force and Fire supplies To M r John Clos Jerman AE 9. l. 1010. Then Halius Prytanis Alcander fall Ingag'd against the Foes who scal'd the Wall But whom they fear'd without they found within At last tho' late by Linceus he was seen He calls new Succours and assaults the Prince But weak his Force and vain is their Defence Turn'd to the right his Sword the Heroe drew And at one blow the bold Aggressor slew He joints the Neck And with a stroke so strong The Helm flies off and bears the Head along Next him the Huntsman Amycus he kill'd In Darts invenom'd and in Poyson skill'd Then Clytius fell beneath his fatal Spear And Creteus whom the Muses held so dear He fought with Courage and he sung the fight Arms were his buis'ness Verses his delight The Trojan Chiefs behold with Rage and Grief Their slaughter'd Friends and hasten their Relief Bold Mnestheus rallies first the broken Train Whom brave Seresthus and his Troop sustain To save the living and revenge the dead Aginst one Warriour's Arms all Troy they led O void of Sense and Courage Mnestheus cry'd Where can you hope your Coward Heads to hide Ah where beyond these Rampires can you run One Man and in your Camp inclos'd you shun Shall then a single Sword such Slaughter boast And pass unpunish'd from a Num'rous Hoast Forsaking Honour and renouncing Fame Your Gods your Country and your King you shame This just Reproach their Vertue does excite They stand they joyn they thicken to the Fight Now Turnus doubts and yet disdains to yield But with slow paces measures back the Field And Inches to the Walls where Tyber's Tide Washing the Camp defends the weaker side The more he loses they advance the more And tread in ev'ry Step he trod before They showt they bear him back and whom by Might They cannot Conquer they oppress with Weight As compass'd with a Wood of Spears around The Lordly Lyon still maintains his Ground Grins horrible retires and turns again Threats his distended Paws and shakes his Mane He loses while in vain he presses on Nor will his Courage let him dare to run So Turnus fares and unresolv'd of flight Moves tardy back and just recedes from fight Yet twice inrag'd the Combat he renews Twice breaks and twice his broken Foes pursues But now they swarm and with fresh Troops supply'd Come rowling on and rush from ev'ry side Nor Juno who sustain'd his Arms before Dares with new strength suffice th' exhausted store For Jove with sour Commands sent Iris down To force th' Invader from the frighted Town With Labour spent no Longer can he wield The heavy Fauchion or sustain the Shield O'rewhelm'd with Darts which from afar they fling The Weapons round his hollow Temples ring His golden Helm gives way with stony blows Batter'd and flat and beaten to his Brows His Crest is rash'd away his ample Shield Is falsify'd and round with Jav'lins fill'd The Foe now faint the Trojans overwhelm And Mnestheus lays hard load upon his Helm Sick sweat succeeds he drops at ev'ry pore With driving Dust his Cheeks are pasted o're Shorter and shorter ev'ry Gasp he takes And vain Efforts and hurtless Blows he makes Arm'd as he was at length he leap'd from high Plung'd in the Flood and made the Waters fly The yellow God the welcome Burthen bore And wip'd the Sweat and wash'd away the Gore Then gently wafts him to the farther Coast And sends him safe to chear his anxious Hoast The Tenth Book of the Aeneis Jupiter calling a Council of the Gods forbids them to engage in either Party At Aeneas 's return there is a bloody Battel Turnus killing Pallas Aeneas Lausus and Mezentius Mezentius is describ'd as an Atheist Lausus as a pious and virtuous Youth The different Actions and Death of these two are the Subject of a Noble Episode THE Gates of Heav'n unfold Jove summons all The Gods to Council in the Common Hall Sublimely seated he surveys from far The Fields the Camp the Fortune of the War And all th' inferior World From first to last The Sov'raign Senate in Degrees are plac'd Then thus th' Almighty Sire began Ye Gods Natives or Denizons of blest Abodes From whence these Murmurs and this change of Mind This backward Fate from what was first design'd Why this protracted War When my Commands Pronounc'd a Peace and gave the Latian Lands What Fear or Hope on either part divides Our Heav'ns and arms our Pow'rs on diff'rent sides A lawful Time of War at length will come Nor need your haste anticipate the Doom When Carthage shall contest the World with Rome Shall force the rigid Rocks and Alpine Chains And like a Flood come pouring on the Plains Then is your time for Faction and Debate For partial Favour and permitted Hate Let now your immature Dissention cease Sit quiet and compose your Souls to Peace To y e Right Hon ble Iohn Ld. Viscount Fitzharding of Beare-haven and Bawn Berkley of Rathdowne in y e Kingdom of Ireland Master of y e Horse to Her Royall Highness
falling Corps were strowd When once his Fauchion found the Taste of Blood With Fury scarce to be conceiv'd he flew Against Niphaeus whom four Coursers drew They when they see the fiery Chief advance And pushing at their Chests his pointed Lance Wheel'd with so swift a Motion mad with Fear They threw their Master headlong from the Chair They stare they start nor stop their Course before They bear the bounding Chariot to the Shore Now Lucagus and Liger scour the Plains With two white Steeds but Liger holds the Reins And Lucagus the lofty Seat maintains Bold Brethren both the former wav'd in Air His flaming Sword Aeneas couch'd his Spear Unus'd to Threats and more unus'd to Fear Then Liger thus Thy Confidence is vain To scape from hence as from the Trojan Plain Nor these the Steeds which Diomede bestrode Nor this the Chariot where Achilles rode Nor Venus's Veil is here nor Neptune's Shield Thy fatal Hour is come and this the Field Thus Liger vainly vaunts The Trojan Peer Return'd his answer with his flying Spear As Lucagus to lash his Horses bends Prone to the Wheels and his left Foot protends Prepar'd for Fight the fatal Dart arrives And thro' the borders of his Buckler drives Pass'd through and pierc'd his Groin the deadly Wound Cast from his Chariot rowl'd him on the Ground Whom thus the Chief upbraids with scornful spight Blame not the slowness of your Steeds in flight Vain Shadows did not force their swift Retreat But you your self forsake your empty Seat He said and seiz'd at once the loosen'd Rein For Liger lay already on the Plain By the same Shock then stretching out his Hands The Recreant thus his wretched Life demands Now by thy self O more than Mortal Man By her and him from whom thy Breath began Who form'd thee thus Divine I beg thee spare This forfeit Life and hear thy Suppliant's Pray'r Thus much he spoke and more he wou'd have said But the stern Heroe turn'd aside his Head And cut him short I hear another Man You talk'd not thus before the Fight began Now take your turn And as a Brother shou'd Attend your Brother to the Stygian Flood Then thro' his Breast his fatal Sword he sent And the Soul issu'd at the bloody Vent As Storms the Skies and Torrents tear the Ground Thus rag'd the Prince and scatter'd Deaths around At length Ascanius and the Trojan Train Broke from the Camp so long besieg'd in vain Mean time the King of Gods and Mortal Man Held Conference with his Queen and thus began My Sister Goddess and well pleasing Wife Still think you Venus's Aid supports the Strife Sustains her Trojans Or themselves alone With inborn Valour force their Fortune on How fierce in Fight with Courage undecay'd Judge if such Warriors want immortal Aid To whom the Goddess with the charming Eyes Soft in her Tone submissively replies Why O my loving Lord whose Frown I fear And cannot unconcern'd your Anger bear Why urge you thus my Grief When if I still As once I was were Mistress of your Will From your Almighty Pow'r your pleasing Wife Might gain the Grace of lengthning Turnus's Life Securely snatch him from the fatal Fight And give him to his aged Father's sight Now let him perish since you hold it good And glut the Trojans with his pious Blood Yet from our Lineage he derives his Name And in the fourth degree from God Pilumnus came Yet he devoutly pays you Rites Divine And offers daily Incense at your Shrine Then shortly thus the Sov'raign God reply'd Since in my Pow'r and Goodness you confide If for a little Space a lengthen'd Span You beg Reprieve for this expiring Man I grant you leave to take your Turnus hence From Instant Fate and can so far dispense But if some secret Meaning lies beneath To save the short-liv'd Youth from destin'd Death Or if a farther Thought you entertain To change the Fates you feed your hopes in vain To whom the Goddess thus with weeping Eyes And what if that Request your Tongue denies Your Heart shou'd grant and not a short Reprieve But length of certain Life to Turnus give Now speedy Death attends the guiltless Youth If my presaging Soul divines with Truth Which O! I wish might err thro' causeless Fears And you for you have Pow'r prolong his Years Thus having said involv'd in Clouds she flies And drives a Storm before her thro' the Skies Swift she descends alighting on the Plain Where the fierce Foes a dubious Fight maintain Of Air condens'd a Spectre soon she made And what Aeneas was such seem'd the Shade Adorn'd with Dardan Arms the Phantom bore His Head aloft a Plumy Crest he wore This Hand appear'd a shining Sword to wield And that sustain'd an imitated Shield With manly Meen He stalk'd along the Ground Nor wanted Voice bely'd nor vaunting Sound Thus haunting Ghosts appear to waking Sight Or dreadful Visions in our Dreams by Night The Spectre seems the Daunian Chief to dare And flourishes his empty Sword in Air At this advancing Turnus hurl'd his Spear The Phantom wheel'd and seem'd to fly for Fear Deluded Turnus thought the Trojan fled And with vain hopes his haughty Fancy fed Whether O Coward thus he calls aloud Nor found he spoke to Wind and chas'd a Cloud Why thus forsake your Bride Receive from me The fated Land you sought so long by Sea He said and brandishing at once his Blade With eager Pace pursu'd the flying Shade By chance a Ship was fasten'd to the Shore Which from old Clusium King Osinius bore The Planks were ready laid for safe ascent For shelter there the trembling Shadow bent And skip'd and sculk'd and under Hatches went Exulting Turnus with regardless haste Ascends the Plank and to the Gally pass'd Scarce had he reach'd the Prow Saturnia's Hand The Haulsers cuts and shoots the Ship from Land With Wind in Poop the Vessel plows the Sea And measures back with speed her former Way Mean time Aeneas seeks his absent Foe And sends his slaughter'd Troops to Shades below The guileful Phantom now forsook the shrowd And flew sublime and vanish'd in a Cloud Too late young Turnus the Delusion found Far on the Sea still making from the Ground Then thankless for a Life redeem'd by Shame With sense of Honour stung and forfeit Fame Fearful besides of what in Fight had pass'd His Hands and hagger'd Eyes to Heav'n he cast O Jove he cry'd for what Offence have I Deserv'd to bear this endless Infamy Whence am I forc'd and whether am I born How and with what Reproach shall I return Shall ever I behold the Latian Plain Or see Laurentum's lofty Tow'rs again What will they say of their deserting Chief The War was mine I fly from their Relief I led to Slaughter and in Slaughter leave And ev'n from hence their dying Groans receive Here over-match'd in Fight in heaps they lye There scatter'd o're the Fields ignobly fly Gape wide O Earth and draw
weak Relief Of Oaken Twigs they twist an easie Bier Then on their Shoulders the sad Burden rear The Body on this Rural Herse is born Strewd Leaves and Funeral Greens the Bier adorn All pale he lies and looks a lovely Flow'r New cropt by Virgin Hands to dress the Bow'r Unfaded yet but yet unfed below No more to Mother Earth or the green Stem shall owe. Then two fair Vests of wond'rous Work and Cost Of Purple woven and with Gold emboss'd For Ornament the Trojan Heroe brought Which with her Hands Sidonian Dido wrought One Vest array'd the Corps and one they spread O're his clos'd Eyes and wrap'd around his Head That when the yellow Hair in Flame shou'd fall The catching Fire might burn the Golden Caul Besides the Spoils of Foes in Battel slain When he descended on the Latian Plain Arms Trappings Horses by the Herse are led In long Array th' Atchievments of the Dead Then pinion'd with their hands behind appear Th' unhappy Captives marching in the Rear Appointed Off'rings in the Victor's Name To sprinkle with their Blood the Fun'ral Flame Inferior Trophees by the Chiefs are born Gantlets and Helms their heads and hands adorn And fair Inscriptions fix'd and Titles read Of Latian Leaders conquer'd by the Dead Acaetes on his Pupil's Corps attends With feeble Steps supported by his Friends Pausing at ev'ry Pace in Sorrow drown'd Betwixt their Arms he sinks upon the Ground Where grov'ling while he lies in deep Despair He beats his Breast and rends his hoary Hair The Champion's Chariot next is seen to rowl Besmear'd with hostile blood and honourably foul To close the Pomp Aethon the Steed of State Is led the Fun'rals of his Lord to wait Stripp'd of his Trappings with a sullen Pace He walks and the big Tears run rolling down his Face The Lance of Pallas and the Crimson Crest Are born behind the Victor seiz'd the rest The March begins The Trumpets hoarsly sound The Pikes and Lances trail along the Ground Thus while the Trojan and Arcadian Horse To Pallantean Tow'rs direct their Course In long Procession rank'd the pious Chief Stop'd in the Rear and gave a vent to Grief The publick Care he said which War attends Diverts our present Woes at least suspends Peace with the Manes of great Pallas dwell Hail holy Relicks and a last farewel He said no more but inly though he mourn'd Restrain'd his Tears and to the Camp return'd Now Suppliants from Laurentum sent demand A Truce with Olive Branches in their hand Obtest his Clemency and from the Plain Beg leave to draw the Bodies of their slain They plead that none those common Rites deny To conquer'd Foes that in fair Battel dye All cause of Hate was ended in their Death Nor cou'd he War with Bodies void of Breath A King they hop'd wou'd hear a King's Request Whose Son he once was call'd and once his Guest Their Suit which was too just to be deny'd The Heroe grants and farther thus reply'd O Latian Princes how severe a Fate In causeless Quarrels has involv'd your State And arm'd against an unoffending Man Who sought your Friendship e're the War began You beg a Truce which I wou'd gladly give Not only for the slain but those who live I came not hether but by Heav'n's Command And sent by Fate to share the Latian Land Nor wage I Wars unjust your King deny'd My proffer'd Friendship and my promis'd Bride Left me for Turnus Turnus then should try His Cause in Arms to Conquer or to dye My Right and his are in dispute The slain Fell without fault our Quarrel to maintain In equal Arms let us alone contend And let him vanquish whom his Fates befriend This is the way so tell him to possess The Royal Virgin and restore the Peace Bear this my Message back with ample leave That your slain Friends may Fun'ral Rites receive Thus having said th' Embassadors amaz'd Stood mute a while and on each other gaz'd Drances their Chief who harbour'd in his Breast Long hate to Turnus as his Foe profess'd Broke silence first and to the Godlike Man With graceful action bowing thus began Auspicious Prince in Arms a mighty Name But yet whose Actions far transcend your Fame Wou'd I your Justice or your Force express Thought can but equal and all Words are less Your Answer we shall thankfully relate And Favours granted to the Latian State If wish'd Success our Labour shall attend Think Peace concluded and the King your Friend Let Turnus leave the Realm to your Command And seek Alliance in some other Land Build you the City which your Fates assign We shall be proud in the great Work to join Thus Drances and his Words so well perswade The rest impower'd that soon a Truce is made Twelve days the term allow'd And during those Latians and Trojans now no longer Foes Mix'd in the Woods for Fun'ral Piles prepare To fell the Timber and forget the War Loud Axes thro' the groaning Groves resound Oak Mountain Ash and Poplar spread the Ground Firrs fall from high And some the Trunks receive In Loaden Wains with Wedges some they cleave And now the Fatal News by Fame is blown Thro' the short Circuit of th' Arcadian Town Of Pallas slain By Fame which just before His Triumphs on distended Pinions bore Rushing from out the Gate the People stand Each with a Fun'ral Flambeau in his hand Wildly they stare distracted with amaze The Fields are lighten'd with a fiery blaze That cast a sullen Splendor on their Friends The marching Troop which their dead Prince attends Both Parties meet They raise a doleful Cry The Matrons from the Walls with shrieks reply And their mix'd mourning rends the vaulted Sky The Town is fill'd with Tumult and with Tears Till the loud Clamours reach Evander's Ears Forgetful of his State he runs along With a disorder'd pace and cleaves the Throng To Sr. Walter Kirkham Blount of Sodington in the County of Worcester Bart. AE 11. l. 215 Falls on the Corps and groaning there he lies With silent Grief that speaks but at his Eyes Short Sighs and Sobs succeed 'till Sorrow breaks A Passage and at once he weeps and speaks O Pallas thou hast fail'd thy plighted Word To fight with Caution not to tempt the Sword I warn'd thee but in vain for well I knew What Perils youthful Ardour wou'd pursue That boiling Blood wou'd carry thee too far Young as thou wert in Dangers raw to War O curst Essay of Arms disast'rous Doom Prelude of bloody Fields and Fights to come Hard Elements of unauspicious War Vain Vows to Heav'n and unavailing Care Thrice happy thou dear Partner of my Bed Whose holy Soul the Stroke of Fortune fled Praescious of Ills and leaving me behind To drink the Dregs of Life by Fate assign'd Beyond the Goal of Nature I have gon My Pallas late set out but reach'd too soon If for my League against th' Ausonian State Amidst their Weapons I had found my Fate
Relief To draw the pointed Steel and ease the Grief This Venus brings in Clouds involv'd and brews Th' extracted Liquor with Ambrosian Dews And od'rous Panacee Unseen she stands Temp'ring the mixture with her Heav'nly Hands And pours it in a Bowl already crown'd With Juice of medc'nal herbs prepar'd to bathe the Wound The Leech unknowing of superior Art Which aids the Cure with this foments the part And in a Moment ceas'd the raging smart Stanch'd is the Blood and in the bottom stands The Steel but scarcely touch'd with tender Hands Moves up and follows of its own Accord And Health and Vigour are at once restor'd Iapis first perceiv'd the closing Wound And first the Footsteps of a God he found Arms Arms he cries the Sword and Shield prepare And send the willing Chief renew'd to War This is no Mortal Work no Cure of mine Nor Art's effect but done by Hands Divine Some God our General to the Battel fends Some God preserves his Life for greater Ends. The Heroe arms in haste His hands infold His Thighs with Cuisses of refulgent Gold Inflam'd to fight and rushing to the Field That Hand sustaining the Coelestial Shield This gripes the Lance and with such Vigour shakes That to the Rest the beamy Weapon quakes Then with a close Embrace he strain'd his Son And kissing thro' his Helmet thus begun My Son from my Example learn the War In Camps to suffer and in Fields to dare But happier Chance than mine attend thy Care This Day my hand thy tender Age shall shield And crown with Honours of the conquer'd Field Thou when thy riper Years shall send thee forth To toils of War be mindful of my Worth Assert thy birthright and in Arms be known For Hector's Nephew and Aeneas's Son He said and striding issu'd on the Plain Anteus and Mnestheus and a num'rous Train Attend his Steps The rest their Weapons take And crowding to the Field the Camp forsake A cloud of blinding Dust is rais'd around Labours beneath their Feet the trembling ground Now Turnus posted on a Hill from far Beheld the progress of the moving War With him the Latins view'd the cover'd Plains And the chill Blood ran backward in their Veins Juturna saw th' advancing Troops appear And heard the hostile Sound and fled for Fear Aeneas leads and draws a sweeping Train Clos'd in their Ranks and pouring on the Plain As when a Whirlwind rushing to the Shore From the mid Ocean drives the Waves before The painful Hind with heavy Heart foresees The flatted Fields and slaughter of the Trees With like impetuous Rage the Prince appears Before his doubled Front nor less Destruction bears And now both Armies shock in open Field Osyris is by strong Thymbraeus kill'd Archetius Ufens Epulon are slain All fam'd in Arms and of the Latian Train By Gyas Mnestheus and Achates Hand The fatal Augur falls by whofe command The Truce was broken and whose Lance embru'd With Trojan Blood th' unhappy Fight renew'd Loud Shouts and Clamours rend the liquid Sky And o're the Field the frighted Latins fly The Prince disdains the Dastards to pursue Nor moves to meet in Arms the fighting few Turnus alone amid the dusky Plain He seeks and to the Combat calls in vain Juturna heard and seiz'd with Mortal Fear Forc'd from the Beam her Brother's Charioteer Assumes his Shape his Armour and his Meen And like Metiscus in his Seat is seen As the black Swallow near the Palace plies O're empty Courts and under Arches flies Now hawks aloft now skims along the Flood To furnish her loquacious Nest with Food So drives the rapid Goddess o're the Plains The smoaking Horses run with loosen'd Reins She steers a various Course among the Foes Now here now there her conqu'ring Brother shows Now with a straight now with a wheeling flight She turns and bends but shuns the single Fight Aeneas fir'd with Fury breaks the Crowd And seeks his Foe and calls by name aloud He runs within a narrower Ring and tries To stop the Chariot but the Chariot flies If he but gain a glimps Juturna fears And far away the Daunian Heroe bears What shou'd he do nor Arts nor Arms avail And various Cares in vain his Mind assail The great Messapus thund'ring thro' the Field In his left hand two pointed Jav'lins held Encountring on the Prince one Dart he drew And with unerring aim and utmost Vigour threw Aeneas saw it come and stooping low Beneath his Buckler shunn'd the threatning blow The Weapon hiss'd above his Head and tore The waving Plume which on his Helm he wore Forc'd by this hostile Act and fir'd with spight That flying Turnus still declin'd the Fight The Prince whose Piety had long repell'd His inborn ardour now invades the Field Invokes the Pow'rs of violated Peace Their Rites and injur'd Altars to redress Then to his Rage abandoning the Rein With Blood and slaughter'd Bodies fills the Plain What God can tell what Numbers can display The various Labours of that fatal Day What Chiefs and Champions fell on either side In Combat slain or by what Deaths they dy'd Whom Turnus whom the Trojan Heroe kill'd Who shar'd the Fame and fortune of the Field Jove cou'dst thou view and not avert thy sight Two jarring Nations join'd in cruel fight Whom Leagues of lasting Love so shortly shall unite Aeneas first Rutulian Sucro found Whose Valour made the Trojans quit their Ground Betwixt his Ribs the Jav'lin drove so just It reach'd his Heart nor needs a second Thrust Now Turnus at two blows two Brethren slew First from his Horse fierce Amycus he threw Then leaping on the Ground on Foot assail'd Diores and in equal Fight prevail'd Their lifeless Trunks he leaves upon the place Their Heads distilling Gore his Chariot grace Three cold on Earth the Trojan Heroe threw Whom without respite at one Charge he slew Cethegus Tanais Tagus fell oppress'd And sad Onythes added to the rest Of Theban Blood whom Peridia bore Turnus two Brothers from the Lycian Shore And from Apollo's Fane to Battel sent O'rethrew nor Phoebus cou'd their Fate prevent Peaceful Menaetes after these he kill'd Who long had shunn'd the Dangers of the Field On Lerna's Lake a silent Life he led And with his Nets and Angle earn'd his Bread Nor pompous Cares nor Palaces he knew But wisely from th' infectious World withdrew Poor was his House his Father 's painful Hand Discharg'd his Rent and plough'd another's Land As Flames among the lofty Woods are thrown On diff'rent sides and both by Winds are blown The Laurels crackle in the sputt'ring Fire The frighted Silvans from their Shades retire Or as two neighb'ring Torrents fall from high Rapid they run the foamy Waters fry They rowl to Sea with unresisted Force And down the Rocks precipitate their Course Not with less rage the Rival Heroes take Their diff'rent Ways nor less Destruction make With Spears afar with Swords at hand they strike And zeal of Slaughter fires their Souls alike
my departure For Deiphobus being a Ghost can hardly be said to be of their Number Perhaps the Poet means by explebo numerum absolvam sententiam As if Deiphobus reply'd to the Sibil who was angry at his long Visit I will only take my last leave of Aeneas my Kinsman and my Friend with one hearty good-wish for his Health and Well-fare and then leave you to prosecute your Voyage That Wish is express'd in the words immediately following I Decus I nostrum c. Which contain a direct Answer to what the Sibill said before When she upbraided their long Discourse Nos flendo ducimus horas This Conjecture is new and therefore left to the discretion of the Reader L. 981. Know first that Heav'n and Earth's compacted Frame And flowing Waters and the Starry Flame And both the radiant Lights c. Principio Coelum terras composque liquentes Lucentemque globum Lunae Titaniaque Astra c. Here the Sun is not express'd but the Moon only though a less and also a less radiant Light Perhaps the Copies of Virgil are all false and that instead of Titaniaque Astra he writ Titanaque Astra and according to those words I have made my Translation 'T is most certain that the Sun ought not to be omitted for he is frequently call'd the Life and Soul of all the World And nothing bids so fair for a visible Divinity to those who know no better than that glorious Luminary The Platonists call God the Archetypall Sun and the Sun the visible Deity the inward vital Spirit in the Center of the Universe or that Body to which that Spirit is united and by which-it exerts it self most powerfully Now it was the receiv'd Hypothesis amongst the Pythagoreans that the Sun was scituate in the Center of the World Plato had it from them and was himself of the same Opinion as appears by a passage in the Timaeus From which Noble Dialogue is this part of Virgil's Poem taken L. 1157. Great Cato there for gravity renown'd c. Quis te Magne Cato c. There is no Question but Virgil here means Cato Major or the Censor But the Name of Cato being also mention'd in the Eighth Aeneid I doubt whether he means the same Man in both places I have said in the Preface that our Poet was of Republican Principles and have given this for one Reason of my Opinion that he prais'd Cato in that Line Secretisque piis his dantem jura Catonem And accordingly plac'd him in the Elysian Fields Montaign thinks this was Cato the Vtican the great Enemy of Arbitrary Power and a profess'd Foe to Julius Caesar Ruaeus wou'd perswade us that Virgil meant the Censor But why shou'd the Poet name Cato twice if he intended the same person Our Author is too frugal of his Words and Sense to commit Tautologies in either His Memory was not likely to betray him into such an Errour Nevertheless I continue in the same Opinion concerning the Principles of our Poet. He declares them sufficiently in this Book Where he praises the first Brutus for expelling the Tarquins giving Liberty to Rome and putting to Death his own Children who conspir'd to restore Tyranny He calls him only an unhappy Man for being forc'd to that severe Action Infelix utcunque ferent ea facta Minores Vincet amor Patriae laudumque immensa Cupido Let the Reader weigh these two Verses and he must be convinc'd that I am in the right And that I have not much injur'd my Master in my Translation of them Line 1140. Embrace again my Sons be Foes no more Nor stain your Country with her Childrens gore And thou the first lay down thy lawless claim Thou of my Blood who bear'st the Julian Name This Note which is out of its proper place I deferr'd on purpose to place it here Because it discovers the Principles of our Poet more plainly than any of the rest Tuque prior tu parce genus qui ducis Olympo Projice tela manu Sanguis meus Anchises here speaks to Julius Caesar And commands him first to lay down Arms which is a plain condemnation of his Cause Yet observe our Poet 's incomparable Address For though he shews himself sufficiently to be a Common-wealth's-man yet in respect to Augustus who was his Patron he uses the Authority of a Parent in the Person of Anchises who had more right to lay this Injunction on Caesar than on Pompey because the latter was not of his Blood Thus our Author cautiously veils his own opinion and takes Sanctuary under Anchises as if that Ghost wou'd have laid the same Command on Pompey also had he been lineally descended from him What cou'd be more judiciously contriv'd when this was the Aeneid which he chose to read before his Master Line 1222. A new Marcellus shall arise in thee In Virgil thus Tu Marcellus eris How unpoetically and baldly had this been translated Thou shalt Marcellus be Yet some of my Friends were of Opinion that I mistook the Sense of Virgil in my Translation The French Interpreter observes nothing on this place but that it appears by it the Mourning of Octavia was yet fresh for the loss of her Son Marcellus whom she had by her first Husband And who dyed in the Year aburbe conditâ 731. And collects from thence that Virgil reading this Aeneid before her in the same Year had just finish'd it That from this time to that of the Poet's Death was little more than four Years So that supposing him to have written the whole Aeneis in eleven Years the first six Books must have taken up seven of those Years On which Account the six last must of necessity be less correct Now for the false judgment of my Friends there is but this little to be said for them the words of Virgil in the Verse preceding are these Siqua fata aspera rumpas As if the Poet had meant if you break through your hard Destiny so as to be born you shall be call'd Marcellus But this cannot be the Sense for though Marcellus was born yet he broke not through those hard Decrees which doom'd him to so immature a death Much less can Virgil mean you shall be the same Marcellus by the Transmigration of his Soul For according to the System of our Author a Thousand Years must be first elaps'd before the Soul can return into a Humane Body but the first Marcellus was slain in the second Punick War And how many hundred Years were yet wanting to the accomplishing his penance may with ease be gather'd by computing the time betwixt Scipio and Augustus By which 't is plain that Virgil cannot mean the same Marcellus but one of his Descendants whom I call a new Marcellus who so much resembled his Ancestor perhaps in his Features and his Person but certainly in his Military Vertues that Virgil cries out quantum instar in ipso est which I have translated How like the former