chopping chopping still And laying on on blocks and trees so they on men laid lode And beate like noises into aire both as they strooke and trod But past their noise so full of bloud of dust of darts lay smit Diuine Sarpedon that a man must haue an excellent wit That could but know him and might faile so from his vtmost head Euen to the low plants of his feete his forme was altered All thrusting neare it euery way as thicke as flies in spring That in a sheepe-cote when new milke assembles them make wing And buzze about the top-full pailes nor euer was the eve Of Ioue auerted from the fight he viewd thought ceaslesly And diuersly vpon the death of great Achilles friend If Hector there to wreake his sonne should with his iauelin end His life and force away his armes oâ—… still augment the field He then concluded that the flight of much more soule should yeeld Achilles good friend more renowne and that euen to their gates He should driue Hector and his host and so disanimates The mind of Hector that he mounts his chariot and takes Flight Vp with him tempting all to her affirming his insight Knew euidently that the beame of Ioues all-ordering scoles Was then in sinking on their side surcharg'd with flockes of soules Then not the noble Lycians staid but left their slaughterd Lord Amongst the corses common heape for many more were pour'd About and on him while Ioues hand held out the bitter broile And now they spoil'd Sarpedons armes and to the ships the spoile Was sent by Menaetiades Then Ioue thus charg'd the Sunne Haste honor'd Phoebus let no more Greeke violence be done Iouâ—… to Phâ—…bus To my Sarpedon but his corse of all the sable bloud And iauelins purg'd then carry him farre hence to some cleare floud With whose waues wash and then embalme each thorough-clâ—…nsed lim With our Ambrosia which perform'd diuine weeds put on him And then to those swift mates and twins sweete Sleepe and Death commit His princely person that with speed they both may carrie it To wealthy Lycia where his friends and brothers will embrace And tombe it in some monument as fits a Princes place Then flew Apollo to the fight from the Idalian hill Apollo sends 〈◊〉 pedoâ—…s body by Sleep and Death to Lyclâ—… At all parts putting into act his great Commanders will Drew all the darts washt balm'd the corse which deckt with ornament By Sleepe and Death those featherd twins he into Lycia sent Patroclus then Automedon commands to giue his steeds Large raines and all way to the chace so madly he exceeds The strict commission of his friend which had he kept had kept A blacke death from him But Ioues mind hath euermore outstept The mind of man who both affrights and takes the victorie From any hardiest hand with ease which he can iustifie Though he himselfe commands him fight as now he put this chace In Menaetiades his mind How much then weighs the grace Patroclus that Ioue giues thee now in scoles put with thy death Of all these great and famous men the honorable breath Of which Adrestus first he slue and next Autonous Epistorâ—… and Perimus Pylartes Elasus Swift Menalippus Molius all these were ouerthrowne 〈◊〉 â—…ling the wals of Troy resisted by Phoebus By him and all else put in rout and then proud Ilion Had stoopt beneath his glorious hand he rag'd so with his lance If Phoebus had not kept the towre and helpt the Ilians Sustaining ill thoughts gainst the Prince Thrice to the prominence Of Troys steepe wall he brauely leapt thrice Phoebus thrust him thence Obiecting his all-dazeling shield with his resistlesse hand But fourthly when like one of heauen he would haue stird his stand Apollo threatned him and said Ceasse it exceeds thy fate Apollo threatens Pâ—…traclus Forward Patroclus to expugne with thy bold lance this state Nor vnder great Achilles powres to thine superiour farre Lies Troyes graue ruine When he spake Patroclus left that warre Leapt farre backe and his anger shund Hector detain'd his horse Within the Scaean ports in doubt to put his personall force Amongst the rout and turne their heads or shun in Troy the storme Apollo seeing his suspence assum'd the goodly forme Of Hectors vnkle Asius the Phrygian Dymas sonne Apollo in shape of Asius to Hector Who neare the deepe Sangarius had habitation Being brother to the Troian Queene His shape Apollo tooke And askt of Hector why his spirit so cleare the fight forsooke Affirming t was vnfit for him and wisht his forces were As much aboue his as they mou'd in an inferiour sphere He should with shame to him be gone and so bad driue away Against Patroclus to approue if he that gaue them day Would giue the glorie of his death to his preferred lance So left he him and to the fight did his bright head aduance Mixt with thâ—… multitude and stird foule Tumult for the foe Then Hector bad Cebriones put on himselfe let go All other Greeks within his reach and onely gaue command To front Patroclus He at him iumpt downe his strong left hand A Iauelin held his right a stone a marble sharpe and such As his large hand had powre to gripe and gaue it strength as much As he could lie to nor stood long in feare of that huge man That made against him but full on with his huge stone he ran Discharg'd and draue it twixt the browes of bold Cebriones Nor could the thicke bone there prepar'd extenuate so th' accesse But out it draue his broken eyes which in the dust fell downe And he diu'd after which conceit of diuing tooke the sonne Of old Menatius who thus plaid vpon the others bane O heauens for truth this Troian was a passing actiue man Patroclus 〈◊〉 at tâ—…e fall of Cebriones With what exceeding ease he diues as if at worke he were Within the fishie seas This man alone would furnish cheare For twentie men though t were a storme to leape out of a saile And gather oisters for them all he does it here as well And there are many such in Troy Thus iested he so neare His owne graue death and then made in to spoile the Chariotere With such a Lions force and fate as often ruining Stals of fat oxen gets at length a mortall wound to sting His soule out of that rauenous breast that was so insolent And so his lifes blisse proues his bane so deadly confident Wert thou Patroclus in pursuite of good Cebriones To whose defence now Hector leapt The opposite addresse A simile expressing Patroclus encounter and Hectors These masters of the crie in warre now made was of the kind Of two fierce kings of beasts opposd in strife about a Hind Slaine on the forehead of a hill both sharpe and hungry set And to the Currie neuer came but like two Deaths they met Nor these two entertain'd lesse mind of mutuall preiudice About the
〈◊〉 c. These last verses in the originall by many 〈◊〉 ancients haue suffered expunction as being vnworthy the mouth of an Heroe because he 〈◊〉 to make such a wish in them which is as poorely conceipted of the expâ—…gers as the rest of the places in Homer that haue groned or laughed vnder their 〈◊〉 Achilles not out of his heart which any true eye may see wishing it but out of a 〈◊〉 and delightsome humour being merry with his friend in priuate which the verse following in part expresseth 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Sic hi quidem talia inter se loquebantur Inter se intimating the meaning aforesaid But our diuine Maisters most 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 the life of things which is the soule of a Poeme is neuer respected nor 〈◊〉 by his Interpreters onely standing pedantically on the Grammar and words vtterly ignorant of the sence and grace of him b 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c. 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c. Agnouit autem Aiax in animo inculpato operadeorum 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 exhorruitque Another most ingenious and spritefull imitation of the life and ridiculous humor os Aiax I must needs note here because it flies all his Translators and Interpreters who take it meerely for serious when it is apparently scopticall and ridiculous with which our author would delite his vnderstanding Reader and mixe mirth with matter He saith that Hector cut off the head of Aiax lance which he seeing would needs affect a kind of prophetique wisedome with which he is neuer charged in Homer and imagined strongly the cutting off his lances head cast a figure thus deepe that as Hector cut off that Ioue would vtterly cut off the heads of their counsels to that fight and giue the Troians victory which to take seriously and grauely is most dull and as I may say Aianticall the voyce 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 which they expound praecidebat and indeed iâ—… tondebat 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 signifying most properly tondeo helping well to decipher the Ironie But to vnderstand grauely that the cutting off his lances head argued Ioues intent to cut off their counsels and to allow the wit of Aiax for his so farre-fetcht apprehension I suppose no man can make lesse then idle and witlesse A plaine continuance therefore it is of Aiax humor whom in diuers other places he playes vpon as in 〈◊〉 him in the eleuenth booke to a mill Asse and else where to be noted hereafter c 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 by Sleepe and Death which he ingeniously calleth Twins was the body of Ioues sonne Sarpedon taken from the fight and borne to Lycia On which place Eustathius doubts whether truly and indeed it was transferd to Lycia and he makes the cause of his doubt this That Death and Sleepe are inania quaedam things empty and voide 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 not solid or firme persons 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 but quae nihil ferre possunt And therefore he thought there was 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 quoddam that is some voyde or emptie sepulcher or monument prepared for that Heroe in Lycia c. or else makes another strange translation of it by wonder which Spondanus thinkes to haue happened truly But rather would interprete it merely and nakedly apoeticall fiction his reason I will forbeare to vtter because it is vnworthy of him But would not a man wonder that our great and graâ—…e Eustathius would doubt whether Sleepe and Death carried Sarpedons person personally to Lycia or not rather make no question of the contrary Homer nor any Poets end in such poeticall relations being to affirme the truth of things personally done but to please with the truth of their matchlesse wits and some worthy doctrine conueyed in it Nor would Homer haue any one beleeue the personall transportance of Sarpedon by Sleepe and Death but onely varieth and graceth his Poeme with these Prosopopeiaes and deliuers vs this most ingenious and graue doctrine in it that the Heroes body for which both those mightie Hosts so mightily contended Sleepe and Death those same quaedam inania tooke from all their personall and solid forces Wherein he would further note to vs that from all the bitterest and deadliest conflicts and tyrannies of the world Sleepe and Death when their worst is done deliuers and transfers men a little mocking withall the vehement and greedy prosecutions of tyrants and souldiers against or for that which two such deedlesse poore things takes from all their Emperie And yet against Eustathius manner of sleighting their powers what is there of all things belonging to man so powerfull ouer him as Death and Sleep And why may not our Homer whose words I hold with Spondanus ought to be an vndisputable deed and authoritie with vs as well personate Sleepe and Death as all men besides personate Loue Anger Sloth c Thus onely where the sence and soule of my most worthily reuerenced Author is abused or not seene I still insist and gleane these few poore corne eares after all other mens haruests The end of the sixteenth Booke THE XVII BOOKE OF HOMERS ILIADS. THE ARGVMENT A Dreadfull fight about Patroclus corse Euphorbus slaine by Menelaus force Hector in th'armour of Aeacides Antilochus relating the decease O slaine Patroclus to faire Thetis sonne The body from the striuing Toians wonne Th' Aiaces making good the after field Make all the subiect that this booke doth yeeld Another Argument In Rho the ventrous hosts maintaine A slaughterous conflict for the slaine NOr could his slaughter rest conceald from Menelans eare Who flew amongst the formost fights with his targe speare Circled the body as much grieu'd and with as tender heed To keepe it theirs as any damme about her first-borne seed Not prouing what the paine of birth would make the loue before Nor to pursue his first attaint Euphorbus spirit forbore But seeing Menelaus chiefe in rescue of the dead Euphorbuâ—… to Menelaus This Euphorbus was he that in Ouid Pythagoras saith he was in the wars of Troy Assaid him thus Atrides ceasse and leaue the slaughtered With his embrew'd spoyle to the man that first of all our state And famous succours in faire fight made passage to his fate And therefore suffer me to weare the good name I haue wonne Amongst the Troians lest thy life repay what his hath done O Iupiter said he incenst Thou art no honest man Menclaus to Euphorbus To baost so past thy powre to do Not any Lion can Nor spotted Leopard nor Bore whose mind is mightiest In powring furie from his strength aduance so prowd a crest As Panthus fighting progenie But Hyperenors pride That ioy'd so little time his youth when he so vilifide My force in armes and cald me worst of all our cheualrie And stood my worst might teach ye all to shun this surcuidrie I thinke he came not safely home to tell his wife his acts Nor lesse right of thy insolence my equall fate exacts And will
person which sweare thou These faire and temperate termes Farre fled Achilles his browes bent and out flew this reply Hector thou onely pestilence in all mortalitie Achilles sterne reply to Hector To my sere spirits neuer set the point twixt thee and me Any conditions but as farre as men and Lions flie All termes of couenant lambes and wolues in so farre opposite state Impossible for loue t' attone stand we till our soules satiate The god of souldiers do not dreame that our disiunction can Endure condition Therefore now all worth that fits a man Call to thee all particular parts that fit a souldier And they all this include besides the skill and spirit of warre Hunger for slaughter and a hate that eates thy heart to eate Thy foes heart This stirs this supplies in death the killing heate And all this needst thou No more flight Pallas Athenia Will quickly cast thee to my lance now now together draw All griefes for vengeance both in me and all my friends late dead That bled thee raging with thy lance This said he brandished His long lance and away it sung which Hector giuing view Achilles first encounter with Hector Stoupt low stood firme foreseeing it best and quite it ouerflew Fastening on earth * Pallas Athenia drew it and gaue her friend Vnseene of Hector Hector then thus spake Thou want'st thy end God-like Achilles now I see thou hast not learn'd my fate Of Ioue at all as thy high words would brauely intimate Much tongue affects thee cunning words well serue thee to prepare Thy blowes with threats that mine might faint with want of spirit to dare But my backe neuer turnes with breath it was not borne to beare Burthens of wounds strike home before driue at my breast thy speare As mine at thine shall and trie then if heauens will fauor thee With scape of my lance O would Ioue would take it after me And make thy bosome take it all an easie end would crowne Our difficult warres were thy soule fled thou most bane of our towne Thus flew his dart toucht at the midst of his vast shield and flew Hector at Achilles A huge way from it but his heart wrath enterd with the view Of that hard scape and heauie thoughts strooke through him when he spide His brother vanisht and no lance beside left out he cride Deiphobus another lance Lance nor Deiphobus Hâ—…ctors amaze with the deceit of Pallas Stood neare his call And then his mind saw all things ominous And thus suggested Woe is me the gods haue cald and I Must meete Death here Deiphobus I well hop't had bene by With his white shield but our strong wals shield him and this deceit Flowes from Minerua now ô now ill death comes no more flight No more recouerie O Ioue this hath bene otherwise Thy bright sonne and thy selfe haue set the Greeks a greater prise Of Hectors bloud then now of which euen iealous you had care But Fate now conquers I am hers and yet not she shall share In my renowme that life is left to euery noble spirit And that some great deed shall beget that all liues shall inherit Thus forth his sword flew sharpe and broad and borâ—… a deadly weight The last encounter of Achilles and Hector With which he rusht in And looke how an Eagle from her height Stoopes to the rapture of a Lambe or cuffes a timorous Hare So fell in Hector and at him Achilles his minds â—…are Was fierce and mightie his shield cast a Sun-like radianâ—… Helme nodded and his foure plumes shooke and when he raisde his lance Vp Hesperus rose amongst th' euening starres His bright and sparliling 〈◊〉 Lookt through the body of his foe and sought through all that prise The next way to his thirsted life Of all wayes onely one Appear'd to him and thas was where th'vnequall winding bone That ioynes the shoulders and the necke had place and where there lay The speeding way to death and there his quicke eye could display The place it sought euen through those armes his friend Patrâ—…lus wore When Hector slue him There he aim'd and there his iauelin tore Sterne passage quite through Hectors necke yet mist it so his throte It gaue him powre to change some words but downe to earth it got Hâ—…ctor wounded to death His fainting bodie Then triumpht diuine Aeacides Hector said he thy heart supposde that in my friends deceasse Achilles insultation Thy life was safe my absent arme not car'd for Foole he left One at the fleete that better'd him and he it is that reâ—…t Thy strong knees thus and now the dogs and fowles in foulest vse Shall teare thee vp thy corse exposde to all the Greeks abuse He fainting said Let me implore euen by thy knees and soule Hâ—…ctors dâ—…ing request to Achilles And thy great parents do not see a crueltie so foule Inflicted on me brasse and gold receiue at any rate And quit my person that the Peeres and Ladies of our state May tombe it and to sacred fire turne thy prophane decrees Dog he replied vrge not my ruth by parents â—…oule nor knees Achillâ—… infleâ—…bilitie I would to God that any rage would let me eate 〈◊〉 raw Slic't into peeces so beyond the right of any law I tast thy merits and beleeue it flies the force of man To rescue thy head from the dogs Giue all the gold they can If ten or twentie times so much as friends would rate thy price Were tenderd here with vowes of more to buy the cruelâ—…es I here haue vow'd and after that thy father with his gold Would free thy selfe all that should faile to let â—…hy mother hold Solemnities of death with thee and do thee such a grace To mourne thy whole corse on a bed which 〈◊〉 I le deâ—…ce With fowles and dogs He dying said I kâ—…owing thâ—… well 〈◊〉 Thy now tried tyrannie nor hopâ—… for any other â—…aw Of nature or of nations and that feare fore't much more Then death my flight which neuer toucht at Hectâ—…s 〈◊〉 before Hectors prophecy of Achilles deâ—…h A soule of iron informes thee marke what 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Will giue me of thee for this rage when in the Scâ—…ri gates Phoebus and Paris meete with thee Thus deathâ—… hand 〈◊〉 his eyes His soule flying his â—…aire â—…ms to hell mourning 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 To part so with his youth and strength Thâ—… dâ—…d thus Tâ—…is sonne His prophecie answer'd Die thou now when my short thred is spunne I le beare it as the will of Ioue This said his brazen speare He drew and stucke by then his armes that all embrewed were He spoil'd his shoulders off Then all the Greeks ran in to him To see his person and admir'd his terror-stirring lim The Greeks adâ—…ration of Hectors person being slaine Yet none stood by that gaue no wound to his so goodly forme When each to other said O Ioue he is not in the
of commixed seed a goddesse with a man The catalogue of other captaines Anchises with the Queene of loue the troopes Dardanian Dardans and Aeneas their captainâ—… Led to the field his louely Sire in Idas lower shade Begat him of sweet Cypridis he solely was not made Chiefe leader of the Dardan powers Antenors valiant sonnes Archilochus and Acamas were ioyn'd companions Archilocâ—…s Acamas Who in Zelia dwelt beneath the sacred foote of Ide That drinke of blacke Aesepus streame and wealth made full of pride The Aphnij Lycaons sonne whom Phoebus gaue his bow The Aphnij Pandarus their leader Prince Pandarus did leade to field Who Adrestinus owe Apesus citie Pitai and mount Tereies Adrestus and stout Amphius led who did their Sire displease Adrestians Their Chiefe Adrestus and Amphius Merops Percosius that exceld all Troy in heauenly skill Of futures-searching prophesie for much against his will His sonnes were agents in those armes whom since they disobeyd The Fates in letting slip their threds their hastie valures staid Who in Percotes Practius Arisbe did abide Percosians Sâ—…stians Abidens 〈◊〉 led by Asius Who Sestus and Abidus bred Hyrtacides did guide Prince Asius Hyrtacides that through great Selees force Brought from Arisba to that fight the great and fierie horse Pyleus and Hypothous the stout Pelasgians led The Pelasgians Their chiefe 〈◊〉 and 〈◊〉 Of them Larissas fruitfull soyle before had nourished These were Pelasgian Pithus sonnes sonne of Teutamidas The Thracian guides were Pyrous and valiant Acamas The Thracians Of all that the impetuous flood of Hellespont enclosd Their chiefe Pyrous 〈◊〉 Euphemus the Ciconian troopes in his command disposd Euphemus Capt. of the Ciconians Who from Trezenius Ceades right nobly did descend Pyrechmes did the Peons rule that crooked bowes do bend Pyrechmâ—…s Commander of the 〈◊〉 From Axius out of Amidon he had them in command From Axius whose most beautious streame still 〈◊〉 the land Pylemen with the well arm'd heart the Paphlagonians led PylemeÌ„ captain of the Paphlagonians From Enes where the race of mules fit for the plough is bred The men that broad Cytorus bounds and Sesamus enfold About Parthenius loftie floud in houses much extold From Cromna and Aegialus the men that armes did beare And Eurithymus situate high Pylemens soldiers were Epistrophus and Dius did the Halizonians guide 〈◊〉 their captaine Epistrophus and Dius Far-fetcht from Alybe where first the siluer mines were tride Chronius and Augur Eunomus the Mysians did command Who could not with his auguries the strength of death withstand The Mysians Eunomus and Câ—…ronius But suffred it beneath the stroke of great Aeacides In Xanthus where he made more soules diue to the Stygian seas Phorcys and faire Ascanius the Phrygians brought to warre The 〈◊〉 Their Chiefes Phorcis and 〈◊〉 Well train'd for battell and were come out of Ascania farre With Methles and with Antiphus Pylemens sonnes did fight The men of Mezon whom the fenne Gygaea brought to light And those Maeonians that beneath the mountaine Tmolus sprong The 〈◊〉 Antiphus and Methles captaines The rude vnletterd Caribae that barbarous were of tongue Did vnder Naustes colours march and young Amphimachus Nomyons famous sonnes to whom the mountaine Phthirorus The 〈◊〉 and Milesians led by Amphimacus and Naustes That with the famous wood is crown'd Miletus Micales That hath so many loftie markes for men that loue the seas The crooked armes Meander bow'd with his so snakie flood Resign'd for conduct the choice youth of all their martiall brood The foole Amphimachus to field brought gold to be his wracke Proude-giâ—…lelike that doth euer beare her dowre vpon her backe Which wise Achilles markt slue him and tooke his gold in strife At Xanthus floud so little death did feare his golden life The Lycians whose Commanders were Sarpe don 〈◊〉 Sarpedon led the Lycians and Glaucus vnreprou'd From Lycia and the gulfie flood of Xanthus farre remou'd COMMENT ARIVS a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 c. Sicut examina prodeunt apum frequentium c. In thu Simile Virgil vsing the like in imitation is preferd to Homer with what reason I pray you see Their ends are different Homer intending to expresse the infinite multitude of souldiers euerie where dispersing Virgil the diligence of builders Virgils Simile is this 1. Aeneid Qualis apes aestate noua per florea rura Exercet sub sole labor cum gentis adultos Educunt foetus aut cum liquentia mella Stipant dulci distendunt Nectare cellas Aut onera accipiunt venientum aut agmine facto Ignauum fucos pecus à praesepibus arcent Feruet opus redolent thymo fragrantia mella Now compare this with Homers but in my translation and iudge if to both their ends there be any such betternesse in Virgils but that the reuerence of the scholler due to the maister euen in these his maligners might well haue containd their lame censures of the Poeticall furie from these vnmannerlie and hatefull comparisons Especially since Virgil hath nothing of his owne but onely elocution his inuention matter and forme being all Homers which laid by a man that which he addeth is onelie the worke of a woman to netifie and polish Nor do I alas but the formost ranke of the most ancient and best learned that euer were come to the field for Homer hiding all other Poets vnder his ensigne hate not me then but them to whom before my booke I referre you But much the rather I insist on the sormer Simile for the word 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 cateruatim or confertim which is noted by Spondanus to containe all the 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 reddition or application of the comparison and is nothing so For though it be all the reddition Homer expresseth yet he intends two speciall parts in the application more which he leaues to his iudicial readers vnderstanding as he doth in all his other Similes since a man may peruially or as he passeth discerne all that is to be vnderstood And here besides the throngs of souldiers exprest in the swarmes of Bees he intimates the infinite number in those throngs or companies issuing from fleete so ceaslesly that there appeared almost no end of their issue and thirdly the euerie where dispersing themselues But Spondanus would excuse Homer for expressing no more of his application with affirming it impossible that the thing compared and the comparison should answer in all parts and therefore alledges the vulgar vnderstanding of a Simile which is as grosse as it is vulgar that a similitude must vno pede semper claudicare His reason for it as absurd as the rest which is this si ea inter se omnino respoÌ„derent falleret illud axioma nullum simile est idem as though the generall application of the compared and the comparison would make them any thing more the same or all
his armes when Nestor did pursue Nestor to the Greeks The same reproofe he set on foote and thus supplide his turne What huge indignitie is this how will our country mourne Old Peleus that good king will weepe that worthy counsellor That trumpet of the Myrmidons who much did aske me for All men of name that went to Troy with ioy he did enquire Their valour and their towardnesse and I made him admire But that ye all feare Hector now if his graue eares shall heare How will he lift his hands to heauen and pray that death may beare His grieued soule into the deepe O would to heauens great King O si 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 mihi Iupiter annos Qualis eram c. Minerua and the God of light that now my youthfull spring Did flourish in my willing veines as when at Phaeas towres About the streames of Iardanuâ—… my gather'd Pylean powres And dart-employed Arcadians fought neere raging Celadon Amongst whom first of all stood forth great Ereuthalion Who th' armes of Arcithous wore braue Areâ—…hous And since he still fought with a club sirnam'd Clauigerus All men and faire-girt Ladies both for honour cald him so He fought not with a keepe-off speare or with a farre shot bow But with a massie club of iron he brake through armed bands And yet Lycurgus was his death but not with force of hands With sleight encountring in a lane where his club wanted sway He thrust him through his spacious waste who fell and vpwards lay In death not bowing his face to earth his armes he did despoile Which iron Mars bestowd on him and those in Mars his toile Lycurgus euer after wore but when he aged grew Enforc't to keepe his peacefull house their vse he did renew On mightie Ereuthalions lims his souldier loued well And with these Armes he challeng'd all that did in Armes excell All shooke and stood dismaid none durst his aduerse champion make Yet this same forward mind of mine of choice would vndertake To fight with all his confidence though yongest enemie Of all the armie we conduct yet I fought with him I Minerua made me so renownd and that most tall strong Peere I slue his big bulke lay on earth extended here and there As it were couetous to spread the center euery where O that my youth were now as fresh and all my powers as sound Soone should bold Hector be impugn'd yet you that most are crownd With fortitude of all our hoast euen you me thinkes are slow Not free and set on fire with lust t' encounter such a foe With this nine royall Princes rose Atrides for the first Nine Princâ—… stand vp to answer Hector Then Diomed th' Aiaces then that did th' encounter thirst King Idomen and his consorts Mars-like Meriones Euemons sonne Euripilus and Andremonides Whom all the Grecians Thoas cald sprong of Andremons bloud And wise Vlysses euery one proposd for combat stood Againe Gerenius Nestor spake Let lots be drawne by all His hand shall helpe the wel-armd Greeks on whom the lot doth fall Lots 〈◊〉 by Nestor for the 〈◊〉 And to his wish shall he be helpt if he escape with life The harmfull danger-breathing fit of this aduentrous strife Each markt his lot and cast it in to Agamemnons caske The souldiers praid held vp their hands and this of Ioue did aske With eyes aduanc't to heauen O Ioue so leade the Heralds hand That Aiax or great Tydeus sonne may our wisht champion stand Or else the King himselfe that rules the rich Mycenian land This said old Nestor mixt the lots the foremost lot suruaid With Aiax Telamon was sign'd as all the souldiers praid One of the Heralds drew it forth who brought and shewd it round Beginning at the right hand first to all the most renownd None knowing it euery man denide but when he forth did passe To him which markt and cast it in which famous Aiax was He stretcht his hand and into it the Herald put the lot Who viewing it th'inscription knew the Duke denied not But ioyfully acknowledg'd it and threw it at his feet And said O friends the lot is mine which to my soule is sweet The 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to Aiâ—… For now I hope my fame shall rise in noble Hectors fall But whilst I arme my selfe do you on great Saturnius call He to the Greeks But silently or to your selues that not a Troian heare Or openly if you thinke good since none aliue we feare None with a will if I will not can my bold powers affright At least for plaine fierce swinge of strength or want of skill in fight For I will well proue that my birth and breed in Salamine Was not all consecrate to meate or meere effects of wine This said the wel-giuen souldiers prayed vp went to heauen their eyne O Ioue that Ida doest protect most happie most diuine Send victorie to Aiax side fame grace his goodly lim Or if thy loue blesse Hectors life and thou hast care of him Bestow on both like power like fame This said in bright armes shone The good strong Aiax who when all his warre attire was on Marcht like the hugely figur'd Mars when angry Iupiter Aiax armed his dreadful maner of approch to the combat With strength on people proud of strength sends him forth to inferre Wreakfull contention and comes on with presence full of feare So th'Achiue rampire Telamon did twixt the hoasts appeare Smil'd yet of terrible aspect on earth with ample pace He boldly stalkt and shooke aloft his dart with deadly grace It did the Grecians good to see but heart quakes shooke the ioynts Of all the Troians Hectors selfe felt thoughts with horrid points Tempt his bold bosome but he now must make no counterflight Nor with his honour now refuse that had prouokt the fight The shield of Aiax like a tower Aiax came neare and like a towre his shield his bosome bard The right side brasse and seuen Oxe hides within it quilted hard Old Tychius the best currier that did in Hyla dwell Tychius the currier Did frame it for exceeding proofe and wrought it wondrous well Hinc illud Dominuâ—… clypei septemplicis Aiax With this stood he to Hector close and with this Braue began Now Hector thou shalt clearly know thus meeting man to man What other leaders arme our hoast besides great Thetis sonne Who with his hardie Lions heart hath armies ouerrunne But he lies at our crookt-sternd fleet a Riuall with our King In height of spirit yet to Troy he many knights did bring Coequall with Aeacides all able to sustaine All thy bold challenge can import begin then words are vaine The Helme-grac't Hector answerd him Renowned Telamon Hector to Aiax Prince of the souldiers came from Greece assay not me like one Yong and immartiall with great words as to an Amazon dame I haue the habit of all fights and know the bloudie frame Of euery slaughter I well
many labours was From whose rich heapes his father would a wondrous portion giue If at the great Achaian fleet he heard his sonne did liue Vlysses bad him cheare his heart Thinke not of death said he Vlysses to Dolon But tell vs true why runst thou forth when others sleeping be Is it to spoile the carkasses or art thou choicely sent T'explore our drifts or of thy selfe seek'st thou some wisht euent He trembling answerd Much reward did Hectors oth propose Dolons answer And vrg'd me much against my will t'indeuour to disclose If you determin'd still to stay or bent your course for flight As all dismaid with your late foile and wearied with the fight For which exploite Pelides horse and chariot he did sweare I onely euer should enioy Vlysses smil'd to heare So base a swaine haue any hope so high a prise t' aspire Vlysses to Dolon And said his labors did affect a great and precious hire And that the horse Pelides rein'd no mortall hand could vse But he himselfe whose matchlesse life a Goddesse did produce But tell vs and report but truth where lefâ—…st thou Hector now Where are his armes his famous horse on whom doth he bestow The watches charge where sleepe the Kings intend they still to lie Thus neare encampt or turne suffisd with their late victorie All this said he I le tell most true At Ilus monument Dolons relation Hector with all our Princes sits t' aduise of this euent Who chuse that place remou'd to shnn the rude confused sounds The common souldiers throw about but for our watch and rounds Whereof braue Lord thou mak'st demand none orderly we keepe The Troians that haue roofes to saue onely abandon sleepe And priuately without command each other they exhort To make preuention of the worst and in this slender sort Is watch and guard maintaind with vs. Th'auxiliarie bands Sleepe soundly and commit their cares into the Troians hands For they haue neither wiues with them nor children to protect The lesse they need to care the more they succour dull neglect But tell me said wise Ithacus are all these forreine powres Ithacâ—… Appointed quarters by themselues or else commixt with yours Dolâ—… And this said Dolon too my Lords I le seriously vnfold The Paeons with the crooked bowes and Cares quarters hold Next to the sea the Leieges and Caucons ioyn'd with them And braue Pelasgians Thimbers meade remou'd more from the streame Is quarter to the Licians the loftie Misian force The Phrygians and Meonians that fight with armed horse But what need these particulars if ye intend surprise Of any in our Troian campe the Thracian quarter lies Vtmost of all and vncommixt with Troian regiments That keepe the voluntary watch new pitcht are all their tents King Rhesus Eioneus son commands them who hath steeds More white then snow huge and well shap't their firie pace exceeds Virgilianum The winds in swiftnesse these I saw his Chariot is with gold And pallid siluer richly fram'd and wondrous to behold His great and golden armour is not fit a man should weare But for immortall shoulders fram'd come then and quickly beare Your happie prisoner to your fleet or leaue him here fast bound Till your well vrg'd and rich returne proue my relation sound Tydides dreadfully replide Thinke not of passage thus Diomeds sternâ—… râ—…ply to Dolon Though of right acceptable newes thou hast aduertisde vs Our hands are holds more strict then so and should we set thee free For offerd ransome for this scape thou still wouldst scouting be About our ships or do vs scathe in plaine opposed armes But if I take thy life no way can we repent thy harmes With this as Dolon reacht his hand to vse a suppliants part Dolons slaughter by Diomed. And stroke the beard of Diomed he strooke his necke athwart With his forc't sword and both the nerues he did in sunder wound And suddenly his head deceiu'd fell speaking on the ground His wesels helme they tooke his bow his wolues skin and his lance Which to Minerua Ithacus did zealously aduance With lifted arme into the aire and to her thus he spake Goddesse triumph in thine owne spoiles to thee we first will make Vlysses offers Dolons armes to Pallas Our inuocations of all powers thron'd on th' Olympian hill Now to the Thracians and their horse and beds conduct vs still With this he hung them vp aloft vpon a Tamricke bow As eyefull Trophies and the sprigs that did about it grow He proined from the leauie armes to make it easier viewd When they should hastily retire and be perhaps pursude Forth went they through blacke bloud and armes and presently aspir'd The guardlesse Thracian regiment fast bound with sleepe and tir'd Their armes lay by and triple rankes they as they slept did keepe As they should watch and guard their king who in a fatall sleepe Lay in the midst their charriot horse as they coach fellowes were Fed by them and the famous steeds that did their Generall beare Stood next him to the hinder part of his rich chariot tied Vlysses to Diomed Vyssâ—…s saw them first and said Tydides I haue spied The horse that Dolon whom we slue assur'd vs we should see Now vse thy strength now idle armes are most vnfit for thee Prise thou the horse or kill the guard and leaue the horse to me Minerâ—…a with the Azure eyes breath'd strength into her King Who fild the tent with mixed death the soules he set on wing Issued in grones and made aire swell into her stormie floud Horror and slaughter had one power the earth did blush with bloud As when a hungrie Lion flies with purpose to deuoure On flocks vnkept and on their liues doth freely vse his power So Tydeus sonne assaild the foe twelue soules before him flew Vlysses waited on his sword and euer as he slew He drew them by their strengthlesse heeles out of the horses sight That when he was to leade them forth they should not with affright Bogle nor snore in treading on the bloudie carkases For being new come they were vnusde to such sterne sights as these Through foure ranks now did Diomed the king himselfe attaine Diomed slaughters Rhesuâ—… king of Thrace Who snoring in his sweetest sleepe was like his souldiers slaine An ill dreame by Minerua sent that night stood by his head Which was Oenides royall sonne vnconquer'd Diomed. Meane while Vlysses loosd his horse tooke all their raines in hand And led them forth but Tydeus sonne did in contention stand With his great mind to do some deed of more audacitie If he should take the chariot where his rich armes did lie And draw it by the beame away or beare it on his backe Or if of more dull Thracian liues he should their bosomes sacke In this contention with himselfe Minerua did suggest Mineruâ—… to Diomed And bad him thinke of his retreate lest
as victors absolute informe him this from me His pride and my contempt shall liue at endlesse enmitie This said he left the Greeks and rusht into his watrie throne Much mist of all the th'heroicke host When Ioue discern'd him gone Apolloes seruice he employd and said Lou'd Phoebus go To Hector now th'earth-shaking god hath taken sea and so Iupiter to Apollâ—… Shrunke from the horrors I denounc't which standing he and all The vnder-seated deities that circle Saturnes fall Had heard of me in such a fight as had gone hard for them But both for them and me t is best that thus they flie th' extreme That had not past vs without sweate Now then in thy hands take My Adder-fring'd affrighting shield which with such terror shake That Feare may shake the Greekes to flight besides this adde thy care O Phoebus farre-off-shooting god that this so sickly fare Of famous Hector be recur'd and quickly so excite His amplest powres that all the Greeks may grace him with their â—…iht Euen to their ships and Hellespont and then will I deuise All words and facts againe for Greece that largely may suffice To breathe them from their instant toiles Thus from th'Idean height Like ayres swift-pigeon-killer stoupt the far-shot God of light And found great Hector sitting vp not stretcht vpon his bed Apollo visits Hector Not wheasing with a stopt-vp spirit not in cold sweates but fed With fresh and comfortable veines but his mind all his owne But round about him all his friends as well as euer knowne And this was with the mind of Ioue that flew to him before Apollo came who as he saw no signe of any sore Askt like a chearfull visitant why in this sickly kind Great Hector sitst thou so apart can any griefe of mind Inuade thy fortitude He spake but with a feeble voice Hector to Apollo O thou the best of deities why since I thus reioyce By thy so serious benefite demandst thou as in mirth And to my face if I were ill for more then what thy worth Must needs take note of doth not Fame from all mouthes fill thine 〈◊〉 That as my hand at th'Achiue fleete was making massacres Of men whom valiant Aiax led his strength strooke with a stone All powre of more hurt from my brest my very soule was gone And once to day I thought to see the house of Dis and Death Be strong said he for such a spirit now sends the god of breath Apollo to Hector From airie Ida as shall runne through all Greeke spirits in thee Apollo with the golden sword the cleare farre-seer see Him who betwixt death and thy life twixt ruine and those towres Ere this day oft hath held his shield Come then be all thy powres In wonted vigour let thy knights with all their horse assay The Grecian fleete my selfe will leade and scoure so cleare the way That Flight shall leaue no Greeke a Rub. Thus instantly inspir'd Were all his nerues with matchlesse strength and then his friends he fir'd Against their foes when to his eyes his eares confirm'd the god Then as a goodly headed Hart or Goate bred in the wood Simile A rout of country huntsmen chase with all their hounds in crie The beast yet or the shadie woods or rocks excessiue hie Keepe safe or our vnwieldie fates that euen in hunters sway Barre them the poore beasts pulling downe when straight the clamorous fray Cals out a Lion hugely man'd and his abhorred view Turnes headlong in vnturning flight though ventrous all the crew So hitherto the chasing Greeks their slaughter dealt by troupes But after Hector was beheld range here and there then stoupes The boldest courage then their heeles tooke in their dropping harts And then spake Andremonides a man of farre-best parts Of all th' Aetolians skild in darts strenuous in fights of stand And one of whom few of the Greekes could get the better hand For Rhetorique when they fought with words with all which being wise Thus spake he to his Grecian friends O mischiefe now mine eyes Andremonides to the Greekes Discerne no litle miracle Hector escapt from death And all recouerd when all thought his soule had sunke beneath The hands of Aiax but some God hath sau'd and freed againe Him that but now dissolu'd the knees of many a Grecian And now I feare will weaken more for not without the hand Of him that thunders can his powres thus still the forefights stand Thus still triumphant heare me then our troupes in quicke retreate Let 's draw vp to our fleete and we that boast our selues the Great Stand firme and trie if these that raise so high their charging daâ—…ts May be resisted I beleeue euen this great heart of harts Will feare himselfe to be too bold in charging thorow vs. They easely heard him and obeyd when all the generous They cald t' encounter Hectors charge and turn'd the common men Backe to the fleete and these were they that brauely furnisht then The fierce forefight th' Aiaces both the worthy Cretan king The Mars-like Meges Merion and Teucer Vp then bring The Troian chiefes their men in heapes before whom amply pac't Marcht Hector and in front of him Apollo who had cast About his bright aspect a cloud and did before him beare Ioues huge and each-where shaggie shield which to containe in feare Offending men the god-smith gaue to Ioue with this he led The Troian forces The Greeks stood a feruent clamor spred The aire on both sides as they ioyn'd out flew the shafts and darts Some falling short but othersome found buts in brests and harts As long as Phoebuâ—… held but out his horrid shield so long 〈◊〉 sight discomfits thâ—… 〈◊〉 The darts flew raging either way and death grew both wayes strong But when the Greeks had seene his face and who it was that shooke The bristled targe knew by his voice then all their strengths forsooke Their nerues and minds and then looke how a goodly herd of Neate Similâ—… Or wealthy flocke of sheepe being close and dreadlesse at their meate In some blacke midnight sodainly and not a keeper neere A brace of horrid Beares rush in and then flie here and there The poore affrighted flocks or herds So euery way disperst The heartlesse Grecians so the Sunne their headstrong chace reuerst To headlong flight and that day raisde with all grace Hectors head Arcesilaus then he slue and Stichius Stichius led Boeotias brazen-coted men the other was the friend Of mightie-soul'd Menestheus Aeneas brought to end Medon and Iasus Medon was the brother though but base Of swift Oileades and dwelt farre from his breeding place In Phylaca the other led th' Athenian bands his Sire Was Spelus Bucolus his sonne Mecistheus did expire Beneath Polydamas his hand Polites Echius slew Iust at the ioyning of the hosts Agenor ouerthrew Clonius Bold Deiochus felt Alexanders lance It strooke his shoulders vpper part and did his
Lycia with her rich progeniâ—… Or here in Troy but any where since thou hast powre to heare O giue a hurt and wofull man as I am now thine eare This arme sustaines a cruell wound whose paines shoot euery way Afflict this shoulder and this hand and nothing long can stay A fluxe of blood still issuing nor therefore can I stand With any enemie in fight nor hardly make my hand Support my lance and here lies dead the worthiest of men Sarpedon worthy sonne to Ioue whose power could yet abstaine From all aide in this deadly need giue thou then aide to me O king of all aide to men hurt asswage th'extremitie Of this armes anguish giue it strength that by my president I may excite my men to blowes and this dead corse preuent Of further violence He praid and kind Apollo heard Allayd his anguish and his wound of all the blacke bloud clear'd That vext it so infusde fresh powres into his weakened mind And all his spirits flow'd with ioy that Phoebus stood inclin'd In such quicke bountie to his prayres Then as Sarpedon wild He cast about his greedie eye and first of all instild To all his Captaines all the stings that could inflame their fight For good Sarpedon And from them he stretcht his speedie pace T' Agenor Hector Venus sonne and wise Polydamas And onely naming Hector said Hector you now forget 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to Hector Your poore auxiliarie friends that in your toiles haue swet Their friendlesse soules out farre from home Sarpedon that sustain'd With Iustice and his vertues all broade Lycia hath not gain'd The like guard for his person here for yonder dead he lies Beneath the great Patroclus lance but come let your supplies Good friends stand neare him O disdaine to see his corse defil'd With Grecian furie and his armes by their oppressions spoil'd The Myrmidons are come enrag'd that such a mightie boote Of Greekes Troys darts haue made at fleete This said from head to foote Griefe strooke their powres past patience and not to be restrain'd To heare newes of Sarpedons death who though he appertain'd To other cities yet to theirs he was the very Fort And led a mightie people there of all whose better sort Himselfe was best This made them runne in flames vpon the foe The first man Hector to whose heart Sarpedons death did go Patroclus stird the Grecian spirits and first th' Aiaces thus Patroclus to the Grecians and particularly to both the 〈◊〉 Now brothers be it deare to â—…ou to fight and succour vs As euer heretofore ye did wiâ—… men first excellent The man lies slaine that first did scale and raze the battlement That crown'd our wall the Lycian Prince But if we now shall adde Force to his corse and spoile his armes a prise may more be had Of many great ones that for him will put on to the death To this worke these were prompt enough and each side ordereth Those Phalanxes that most had rate of resolutions The Troiaâ—…s and the Lycian powres the Greeks and Myrmidoâ—…s These ranne together for the corse and closde with horrid cries Their armours thundering with the claps laid on about the prise And Ioue about th' impetuous broile pernicious night powr'd out As long as for his loued sonne pernicious Labour fought The first of Troy the first Greekes foil'd when not the last indeed Amongst the Myrmidons was slaine the great Aiacleus seed Diuine Epigeus that before had exercisde command In faire Budaeus but because he laid a bloudie hand On his owne sisters valiant sonne To Peleus and his Queene He came for pardon and obtain'd His slaughter being the meane He came to Troy and so to this He ventur'd euen to touch The princely carkasse when a stone did more to him by much Sent out of able Hectors hand it cut his skull in twaine And strooke him dead Patroclus grieu'd to see his friend so slaine Before the foremost thrust himselfe and as a Faulcon frayes Siâ—…ile A flocke of Stares or Caddesses such feare brought his assayes Amongst the Troians and their friends and angry at the hart As well as grieu'd for him so slaine another stonie dart As good as Hectors he let flie that dusted in the necke Of Sthenelaus thrust his head to earth first and did breake The nerues in sunder with his fall off fell the Troiaâ—…s too Euen Hectors selfe and all as farre as any man can throw Prouokt for games or in the warres to shed an enemies soule A light long dart The first that turn'd was he that did controule The Targatiers of Lycia Prince 〈◊〉 who to hell Sent Bathycleus Chalcoâ—…s sonne he did in Hellas dwell And shin'd for wealth and happinesse amongst the Myrmidons His bosomes midst the Iauelin strooke his fall gat earth with grones The Greeks grieu'd and the Troâ—…ns ioy'd for so renowm'd a man About whom stood the Grecians firme and then the death began On Troyes side by Meriones he slue one great in warre 〈◊〉 Onâ—…tors sonne the Priest of Iupiter Created in th'Idean hill Betwixt his iaw and eare The dart stucke fast and loosde his soule sad mists of Hate and Feare Inuading him Anchises sonne dispatcht a brazen lance At bold Meriones and hop't to make an equall chance On him with bold 〈◊〉 though vnder his broade shield He lay so close But he discern'd and made his bodie yeeld So low that ouer him it flew and trembling tooke the ground With which Mars made it quench his thirst and since the head could wound No better bodie and yet throwne from nere the worse a hand It turnd from earth and lookt awrie Aeneas let it stand 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 Much angrie at the vaine euent and told Meriones He scap't but hardly nor had cause to hope for such successe Another time though well he knew his dancing facultie By whose agilitie he scap't for had his dart gone by With any least touch instantly he had bene euer slaine He answerd Though thy strength be good it cannot render vaine 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 The strength of others with thy iests nor art thou so diuine But when my lance shall touch at thee with equall spâ—…d to thine Death will share with it thy lifes powres thy confidence can shun No more then mine what his right claimes Menâ—…tius noble sonne Rebuk't Meriones and said What needst thou vse this speech Nor thy strength is approu'd with words good friend nor can we reach The bodie nor make th' enemie yeeld with these our counterbraues We must enforce the binding earth to hold them in her graues If you will warre Fight will you speake giue counsell counsell blowes Are th' ends of warres and words talke here the time in vaine bestowes He said and led and nothing lesse for any thing he said His speech being season'd with such right the Worthy seconded And then as in a sounding vale neare neighbour to a hill Simile Wood-fellers make a farre-heard noise with
bodie close to which when each had prest for prise Hector the head laid hand vpon which once gript neuer could Be forc't from him Patroclus then vpon the feete got hold And he pincht with as sure a naile so both stood â—…ugging there While all the rest made eager fight and grappl'd euery where And as the East and South wind striue to make a loftie wood Simile Bow to their greatnesse barkie Elmes wild Ashes Beeches bowd Euen with the earth in whose thicke armes the mightie vapors lie And tosse by turnes all either way their leaues at randon flie Boughs murmure and their bodies cracke and with perpetuall din The Syluans falter and the stormes are neuer to begin So rag'd the fight and all from Flight pluckt her forgotten wings While some still stucke still new wingd shafts flew dancing from their strings Huge stones sent after that did shake the shields about the corse Who now in dusts soft forehead stretcht forgat his guiding horse As long as Phoebus turn'd his wheeles about the midst of heauen So long the touch of eithers darts the fals of both made euen But when his waine drew neare the West the Greeks past measure were The abler souldiers and so swept the Troian tumult cleare From off the bodie out of which they drew the hurl'd-in darts And from his shoulders stript his armes and then to more such parts Patroclus turn'd his striuing thoughts to do the Troians ill Thrice like the god of warre he charg'd his voice as horrible And thrice nine those three charges slue but in the fourth assay O then Patroclus shew'd thy last the dreadfull Sunne made way Against that on-set yet the Prince discern'd no deitie He kept the prease so and besides obscur'd his glorious eye With such felt darknesse At his backe he made a sodaine stand And twixt his necke and shoulders laid downe-right with either hand A blow so weightie that his eyes a giddie darknesse tooke And from his head his three-plum'd helme the bounding violence shooke That rung beneath his horses hooues and like a water-spout Was crusht together with the fall The plumes that set it out All spatterd with blacke bloud and dust when euer heretofore It was a capitall offence to haue or dust or gore Defile a triple-feather'd helme but on the head diuine And youthfull temples of their Prince it vsde vntoucht to shine Yet now Ioue gaue it Hectors hands the others death was neare Besides whose lost and filed helme his huge long weightie speare Well bound with iron in his hand was shiuerd and his shield Fell from his shoulders to his feete the bawdricke strewing the field His Curets left him like the rest and all this onely done By great Apollo Then his mind tooke in confusion The vigorous knittings of his ioynts dissolu'd and thus diâ—…maid A Dardan one of Panthus sons and one that ouerlaid All Troians of his place with darts swift footing skill and force In noble horsmanship and one that tumbl'd from their horse One after other twentie men and when he did but learne The art of warre nay when he first did in the field discerne A horse and chariot of his guide this man with all these parts His name Euphorbus comes behind and twixt the shoulders darts Forlorne Patroclus who yet liu'd and th' other getting forth His Iauelin tooke him to his strength nor durst he stand the worth Of thee Patroclus though disarmd who yet discomfited By Phoebus and Euphorbus wound the red heape of the dead He now too late shund and retir'd When Hector saw him yeeld And knew he yeelded with a wound he scour'd the armed field Came close vp to him and both sides strooke quite through with his lance He fell and his most weightie fall gaue fit tune to his chance For which all Greece extremely mourn'd And as a mightie strife Simile About a litle fount begins and riseth to the life Of some fell Bore resolu'd to drinke when likewise to the spring A Lion comes alike disposde the Bore thirsts and his King Both proud and both will first be seru'd and then the Lion takes Aduantage of his soueraigne strength and th' other fainting makes Resigne his thirst vp with his bloud Patroclus so enforc't When he had forc't so much braue life was from his owne diuorc't And thus his great Diuorcer brau'd Patroclus thy conceit Hectors insultation ouer Patroclus being woun ded vnder him Gaue thee th'euersion of our Troy and to thy fleete a freight Of Troian Ladies their free liues put all in bands by thee But too much priser of thy selfe all these are propt by me For these haue my horse stretcht their hoofes to this so long a warre And I farre best of Troy in armes keepe off from Troy as farre Euen to the last beame of my life their necessary day And here in place of vs and ours on thee shall Vultures prey Poore wretch nor shall thy mightie Friend affoord thee any aid That gaue thy parting much deepe charge And this perhaps he said Martiall Patroclus turne not face nor see my fleete before The curets from great Hectors breast all guilded with his gore Thou hew'st in peeces if thus vaine were his far-stretcht commands As vaine was thy heart to beleeue his words lay in thy hands He languishing replide This proues thy glory worse then vaine Patroclus langu to Hector That when two gods haue giuen thy hands what their powres did obtaine They conquering and they spoiling me both of my armes and mind It being a worke of ease for them thy soule should be so blind To ouersee their euident deeds and take their powres to thee When if the powres of twentie such had dar'd t' encounter me My lance had strew'd earth with them all Thou onely doest obtaine A third place in my death whom first a harmfull fate hath 〈◊〉 Effected by Latonas sonne second and first of men Euphorbus And this one thing more concernes thee note it then Thou shalt not long suruiue thy selfe nay now Death cals for thee And violent fate Achilles lance shall make this good for me Thus death ioyn'd to his words his end his soule tooke instant wing And to the house that hath no lights descended sorrowing For his sad fate to leaue him yong and in his ablest age He dead yet Hector askt him why in that prophetique rage He so forespake him when none knew but great Achilles might Preuent his death and on his lance receiue his latest light Thus setting on his side his foote he drew out of his wound His brazen lance and vpwards cast the body on the ground When quickly while the dart was hote he charg'd Automâ—…don Hector charges 〈◊〉 Automâ—…don for Achilles horses Diuine guide of Achilles steeds in great contention To seise him to but his so swift and deathlesse horse that fetch Their gift to Peleus from the gods soone rap't him from his reach COMMENTARIVS a 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉
heauy consorts to him in his cares Amongst them all Thetis appear'd and sacred comforters Made these short words Though we must grieue yet beare it thus my son It was no man that prostrated in this sad fashion Thy dearest friend it was a god that first laid on his hand Whose will is law the gods decrees no humane must withstand Do thou embrace this Fabricke of a god whose hand before Nere forg'd the like and such as yet no humane shoulder wore Thus setting downe The precious mettall of the armes was such That all the roome rung with the weight of euery slendrest touch Cold tremblings tooke the Myrmidons none durst sustaine all fear'd Achilles rapture at the sight of his armes T' oppose their eyes Achilles yet as soone as they appear'd Sterne Anger enterd From his eyes as if the day-starre rose A radiance terrifying men did all the state enclose At length he tooke into his hands the rich gift of the god And much pleasd to behold the art that in the shield he show'd He brake forth into this applause O mother these right well Shew an immortall fingers touch mans hand must neuer deale With armes againe Now I will arme yet that no honour make My friend forgotten I much feare lest with the blowes of flies His brasse-inflicted wounds are filde life gone his person lies All apt to putrifaction She bad him doubt no harme Of those offences she would care to keepe the petulant swarme Of flies that vsually taint the bodies of the slaine From his friends person though a yeare the earths top should sustaine His slaughterd body it should still rest sound and rather hold A better state then worse since time that death first made him cold And so bad call a Councell to dispose of new alarmes Where to the king that was the Pastor of that flocke in armes He should depose all anger and put on a fortitude Fit for his armes All this his powres with dreadfull strength indude She with her faire hand still'd into the nostrils of his friend Red Nectar and Ambrosia with which she did defend The Corse from putrifaction He trod along the shore And summon'd all th'Heroique Greekes with all that spent before Achilles 〈◊〉 all the Greeks to Counsell The time in exercise with him the Maisters Pilots to Victlers and all all when they saw Achilles summon so Swarm'd to the Councell hauing long left the laborious wars To all these came two halting kings true seruitors of Mars Tydides and wise Ithacus both leaning on their speares Their wounds still painefull and both these sat first of all the 〈◊〉 The last come was the king of men sore wounded with the lance Of Coon Antenorides All set the first in vtterance â—…hilles 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 in the Councell Was Thetis sonne who rose and said Atrides had not this Conferd most profite to vs both when both our enmities Consum'd vs 〈◊〉 and for a wench whom when I chusde for prise In laying Lyrnessus ruin'd walls amongst our victories I would to heauen as first she set her daintie foote abord Dian as hand had tumbl'd off and with a iauelin gor'd For then th'vn measurable earth had not so thick bene gnawne In deaths conulsions by our friends since my affects were drawne To such distemper To our foe and to our foes chiefe friend Our iarre brought profite but the Greeks will neuer giue an end To thought of what it preiudic't them Past things yet past our aide Fit griefe for what wrath rulde in them must make th' amends repaid With that necessitie of loue that now forbids our irâ—… Which I with free affects obey T is for the senslesse fire Still to be burning hauing stuffe but men must curbe rage still Being fram'd with voluntarie powres as well to checke the will As giue it raines Giue you then charge that for our instant fight The Greeks may follow me to field to trie if still the Night Will beare out Troians at our ships I hope there is some one Amongst their chiefe encouragers will thanke me to be gone And bring his heart downe to his knees in that submission The Greeks reioyc't to heare the heart of Peleus mightie sonne So quallified And then the king not rising from his throne For his late hurt to get good 〈◊〉 thus orderd his â—…plie Princes of Greece your states shall suffer no indignitie 〈◊〉 to the Princes of Greece If being farre off ye stand and heare nor fits it such as stand At greater distance to disturbe the counsell now in hand By vprore in their too much care of hearing Some of force Must lose some words for hard it is in such a great concourse Though hearers eares be nere so sharpe to touch at all things spoke And in assemblies of such thrust how can a man prouoke Fit powre to heare or leaue to speake best auditors may there Lose fittest words and the most vocall Orator fit eare My maine end then to satisfie Pelides with replie My words shall prosecute To him my speech especially Shall beare direction Yet I wish the court in generall Would giue fit eare my speech shall need attention of all Oft haue our Peeres of Greece much blam'd my forcing of the prise Due to Achilles of which act not I but destinies And Ioue himselfe and blacke Erynnis that casts false mists still Betwixt vs and our actions done both by her powre and will Are authors what could I do then The very day and howre Of our debate that furie stole in that act on my powre And more All things are done by strife that ancient seed of Ioue Ate that hurts all perfects all Her feete are soft and moue Ate the goddeâ—… of contâ—…ion Not on the earth they beare her still aloft men heads and there The harmefull hurts them Nor was I alone her prisoner Ioue best of men and gods hath bene Not he himselfe hath gone Beyond her fetters no she made a woman put them on For when Alcmena was to vent the force of Hercules In well wall'd Thebes thus Ioue triumpht Heare gods and goddesses The words my ioyes vrg'd In this day Lucina bringing paine To labouring women shall produce into the light of men A man that all his neighbour kings shall in his Empire hold And vant that more then manly race whose honor'd veines enfold My eminent blood Saturnia conceiu'd a present sleight And vrg'd confirmance of his vant t' infringe it her conceipt In this sort vrg'd Thou wilt not hold thy word with this rare man Or if thou wilt confirme it with the oath Olympian That whosoeuer fals this day betwixt a womans knees Of those mens stockes that from thy blood deriue their pedigrees Shall all his neighbour townes command Ioue ignorant of fraude Iunoâ—… deceipt of Iupiter Tooke that great oth which his great ill gaue little cause t'applaude Downe from Olympus top she stoopt and quickly reacht the place In Argos where the famous
him from him and a cloud of much Night cast betweene His person and the point opposde Achilles then exclaim'd O see yet more gods are at worke Apollos hand hath fram'd Apollo rescues Hector Dog that thou art thy rescue now to whom go pay the vowes Thy safetie owes him I shall vent in time those fatall blowes That yet beate in my heart on thine if any god remaine My equall fautor In meane time my anger must maintaine His fire on other Ilians Then laid he at his feet Great Demochus Philetors sonne and Dryope did greet With like encounter Dardanus and strong Laogonus Wise Byas sonnes he hurld from horse of one victorious With his close sword the others life he conquerd with his lance Then Tros Alastors sonne made in and sought to scape their chance With free submission Downe he fell and praid about his knees He would not kill him but take ruth as one that Destinies Made to that purpose being a man borne in the selfe same yeare That he himselfe was O poore foole to sue to him to beare A ruthfull mind he well might know he could not fashion him In Ruths soft mould he had no spirit to brooke that interim In his hote furie he was none of these remorsefull men Gentle and affable but fierce at all times and mad then He gladly would haue made a prayre and still so hugg'd his knee He could not quit him till at last his sword was faine to free His fetterd knees that made a vent for his white liuers blood That causd such pittifull affects of which it pour'd a flood About his bosome which it fild euen till it drownd his eyes And all sense faild him Forth then flew this Prince of tragedies Who next stoopt Mulius euen to death with his insatiate speare One eare it enterd and made good his passe to th' other eare Echeclus then Agenors sonne he strooke betwixt the browes Whose blood set fire vpon his sword that coold it till the throwes Of his then labouring braine let out his soule to fixed fate And gaue cold entrie to blacke death Deucalion then had state In these mens beings where the nerues about the elbow knit Downe to his hand his speares steele pierc't and brought such paine to it As led Death ioyntly whom he saw before his fainting eyes And in his necke felt with a stroke laid on so that off flies His head one of the twise twelue bones that all the backe bone make Let out his marrow when the head he helme and all did take And hurl'd amongst the Ilians the body stretcht on earth Rhigmus of fruitfull Thrace next fell he was the famous birth Of Pireus his bellies midsts the lance tooke whose sterne force Quite tumbl'd him from chariot In turning backe the horse Their guider Areithous receiu'd another lance That threw him to his Lord. No end was put to the mischance Simile Achilles enterd But as fire falne in a flash from heauen Inflames the high-woods of drie hils and with a storme is driuen Through all the Syluane deepes and raues till downe goes euery where The smotherd hill So euery way Achâ—…lles and his speare Consum'd the Champaine the blacke earth flow'd with the veines he tore And looke how Oxen yok't and driuen about the circular floore Of some faire barne treade sodainly the thicke sheaues thin of corne And all the corne consum'd with chaffe so mixt and ouerborne Simile Beneath Achilles one-hou'd horse shields speares and men lay trod His axel-tree and chariot wheeles all spatterd with the blood Hurl'd from the steeds houes and the strakes Thus to be magnified His most inaccessible hands in humane blood he died The end of the twentieth Booke THE XXI BOOKE OF HOMERS ILIADS. THE ARGVMENT IN two parts Troyes host parted Thetis sonne One to Scamander one to Ilion Pursues Twelue Lords he takes aliue to end In sacrifice for vengeance to his friend Asteropaeus dies by his fiercâ—… hand And Priams sonne Lycaon Ouer land The flood breakes where Achilles being engag'd Vulcan preserues him and with spirit enrag'd Sets all the Champaine and the Flood on fire Contention then doth all the gods inspire Apollo in Agenors shape doth stay Achilles furie and by giuing way Makes him pursue till the deceipt giues leaue That Troy in safetie might her freinds receiue Another Argument Phy at the floods shore doth expresse The labours of Aeacides ANd now they reacht the goodly swelling channell of the flood Gulfe-eating Xanthus whom Ioue mixt with his immortall brood And there Achilles cleft the host of Ilion one side fell On Xanthus th' other on the towne and that did he impell The same way that the last daies rage put all the Greeks in rout When Hectors furie reign'd These now Achilles powr'd about The scatterd field To stay the flight Saturnia cast before Their hastie feete a standing fogge and then Flights violence bore The other halfe full on the flood The siluer-gulphed deepe Receiu'd them with a mightie crie the billowes vast and steepe Ror'd at their armours which the shores did round about resound This way and that they swum and shriekt as in the gulphs they drownd And as in fir'd fields Locusts rise as the vnwearied blaze Simile Plies still their rising till in swarmes all rush as in amaze For scape into some neighbour flood So th' Achilleian stroke Here draue the foe The gulfie flood with men and horse did choke Then on the shore the Worthy hid and left his horrid lance Amids the Tamriskes and spritelike did with his sword aduance Vp to the riuer ill affaires tooke vp his furious braine For Troyes engagements euery way he doubl'd sâ—…aine on slaine A most vnmanly noise was made with those he put to sword Of grones and outcries the flood blusht to be so much engor'd With such base soules And as small fish the swift-finn'd Dolphin flie Filling the deepe pits in the ports on whose close strength they lie Simile And there he swallowes them in sholes So here to rockes and holes About the flood the Troians fled and there most lost their soules Euen till he tir'd his slaughterous arme Twelue faire yong Prinâ—…es then He chusde of all to take aliue to haue them freshly slaine On that most solemne day of wreake resolu'd on for his friend These led he trembling forth the flood as fearefull of their end As any Hinde calues all their hands he pinnioned behind With their owne girdles worne vpon their rich weeds and resign'd Their persons to his Myrmidons to beare to fleete and he Plung'd in the streame againe to take more worke of Tragedie He met then issuing the flood with all intent of flight Lycaon Dardan Priams sonne whom lately in the night He had surprisde as in a wood of Priams he had cut Achilles his stranâ—… encounter of Lycaon The greene armes of a wild figge tree to make him spokes to put In Naues of his new chariot An ill then
storme He came to fleete in with his fire he handles now more soft O friends said sterne Aeacides now that the gods haue brought Achilles to the Grecians This man thus downe I le freely say he brought more bane to Greece Then all his aiders Trie we then thus arm'd at euery peece And girding all Troy with our host if now their hearts will leaue Their citie cleare her cleare stay slaine and all their liues receaue Or hold yet Hector being no more But why vse I a word Of any act but what concernes my friend dead vndeplor'd Vnsepulcherd he lies at fleete vnthought on neuer houre Shall make his dead state while the quicke enioyes me and this powre To moue these mouers Though in hell men say that such as die Obliuion seiseth yet in hell in me shall Memorie Hold all her formes still of my friend Now youths of Greece to fleete Beare we this body Paeans sing and all our nauie greete With endlesse honor we haue slaine Hector the period Of all Troys glorie to whose worth all vow'd as to a god This said a worke not worthy him he set to of both feete Achilles tyranny to Hectors person which we lay on his fury and lâ—…e to his slaine friend for whom himselfe liuing sufferd so much He bor'd the nerues through from the heele to th'ankle and then knit Both to his chariot with a thong of whitleather his head Trailing the center Vp he got to chariot where he laid The armes repurchac't and scourg'd on his horse that freely flew A whirlewind made of startl'd dust draue with them as they drew With which were all his black-browne curls knotted in heapes and fil'd And there lay Troys late Gracious by Iupiter exil'd To all disgrace in his owne land and by his parents seene When like her sonnes head all with dust Troys miserable Queene Distain'd her temples plucking off her honor'd haire and tore Her royall garments shrieking out In like kind Priâ—… bore His sacred person like a wretch that neuer saw good day Broken with outcries About both the people prosâ—…ate lay Held downe with Clamor all the towne vail'd with a cloud of teares Priam and Hecubas miserable plight for Hector Ilion with all his tops on fire and all the massacres Left for the Greeks could put on lookes of no more ouerthrow Then now fraid life And yet the king did all their lookes outshow The wretched people could not beare his soueraignâ—… wretchednesse Plaguing himselfe so thrusting out and praying all the preasse To open him the Dardan poâ—… that he alone might fetcht His dearest sonne in and all fil'd with â—…bling did beseech Each man by name thus Loued friends be you coâ—…ent let me Priam to his friend Though much ye grieue be that pooâ—… meane to ouâ—… sad remedie Now in our wishes I will go and pray this impious man Author of horrors making proofe if ages reuerence can Excite his pitie His owne sire is old like me and he That got him to our giefes perhaps may for my likenesse be Meane for our ruth to him Ahlas you haue no cause of cares Compar'd with me I many sonnes grac't with their freshest yeares Haue lost by him and all their deaths in slaughter of this one Afflicted man are doubl'd this will bitterly set gone My soule to hell O would to heauen I could but hold him dead In these pin'd armes then teares on teares might fall till all were shed In common fortune Now amaze their naturall course doth stop And pricks a mad veine Thus he mourn'd and with him all brake ope Their store of sorrowes The poore Queene amongst the women wept â—…bas complaint for Hector Turn'd into anguish O my sonne she cried out why still kept Patient of horrors is my life when thine is vanished My dayes thou glorifiedst my nights rung of some honour'd deed Done by thy virtues ioy to me profite to all our care All made a god of thee and thou mad'st them all that they are Now vnder fate now dead These two thus vented as they could Their sorrowes furnace Hectors wife not hauing yet bene told So much as of his stay without She in her chamber close Sate at her Loome a peece of worke grac't with a both sides glosse Strew'd curiously with varied flowres her pleasure was her care To heate a Caldron for her Lord to bath him turn'd from warre Of which she chiefe charge gaue her maides Poore Dame she little knew How much her cares lackt of his case But now the Clamor flew Vp to her turret then she shooke her worke fell from her hand And vp she started cald her maides she needs must vnderstand That ominous outcrie Come said she I heare through all this crie My mothers voyce shrieke to my throte my heart bounds Ecstasie Vâ—…terly alters me some fate is neare the haplesse sonnes Of fading Priam would to god my words suspicions No eare had heard yet O I feare and that most heartily That with some stratageme the sonne of Peleus hath put by The wall of Ilion my Lord and trusty of his feet Obtaind the chase of him alone and now the curious heate Of his still desperate spirit is cool'd It let him neuer keep In guard of others before all his violent foote must step Or his place forâ—…eited he held Thus furie like she went Two women as she will'd at hand and made her quicke aâ—…nt Vp to the towre and preasse of men her spirit in vprore Round She cast her greedy eye and saw her Hector slaine and bound T' Achilles chariot manlesly dragg'd to the Grecian fleet Blacke night strooke through her vnder her Trâ—… â—…ke away her feet And backe she shrunke with such a sway that off her head-tire flew Her Coronet Call Ribands Vaile that golden Venus threw On her white shoulders that high day when warre-like Hector wonne Her hand in nuptials in the Court of king Eetion And that great dowre then giuen with her About her on their knâ—…s Her husbands sisters brothers wiues â—…ell round and by degrees Recouerd her Then when againe her respirations found Free passe her mind and spirit met these thoughts her words did sound O Hector O me cursed dame both borne beneath one fate Andromaches complaint for Hector Thou here I in Cilician Thebes where Placus doth elate His shadie forehead in the Court where king Eetion Haplesse begot vnhappy me which would he had not done To liue past thee thou now art diâ—…'d to Putos gloomie throne Sunke through the couerts of the earth I in a hell of mone Left here thy widdow one poore babe borne to vnhappy both Whom thou leau'st helplesse as he thee he borne to all the wroth Of woe and labour Lands left him will others â—…se vpon The Orphan day of all friends helps robs euery mothers son An Orphan all men suffer sad his eyes stand still with teares Need tries his fathers friends and failes Of all his
title doth to you resigne VVherein as th' Ocean walks not with such waues The Round of this Realme as your VVisedomes seas Nor with his great eye sees his Marble saues Our State like your Vlyssian policies So none like HOMER hath the VVorld enspher'd Earth Seas heauen fixt in his verse and mouing VVhom all times wisest Men haue held vnper'de And therefore would conclude with your approuing Then grace his spirit that all wise men hath grac't And made things euer flitting euer last An Anagram Robert Cecyl Earle of Salisburye Curbfoes thy care is all our erly Be. TO THE MOST HONOR'DRE storer of ancient Nobilitie both in blood and vertue the Earle of SVFFOLKE c. IOine Noblest Earle in giuing worthy grace To this great gracer of Nobilitie See here what sort of men your honor'd place Doth properly command if Poesie Profest by them were worthily exprest The grauest wisest greatest need not then Account that part of your command the least Nor them such idle needlesse worthlesse Men. VVho can be worthier Men in publique weales Then those at all parts that prescrib'd the best That stird vp noblest vertues holiest zeales And euermore haue liu'd as they profest A world of worthiest Men see one create Great Earle whom no man since could imitate TO THE MOST NOBLE AND learned Earle the Earle of NORTHAMTON c. TO you most learned Earle whose learning can Reiect vnlearned Custome and Embrace The reall vertues of a worthie Man I prostrate this great Worthie for your grace And pray that Poesies well-deseru'd ill Name Being such as many moderne Poets make her May nought eclipse her cleare essentiall flame But as she shines here so refuse or take her Nor do I hope but euen your high affaires May suffer intermixture with her view VVhere Wisedome fits her for the highest chaires And mindes growne old with cares of State renew You then great Earle that in his owne tongue know This king of Poets see his English show TO THE MOST NOBLE MY singular good Lord the Earle of Arundell STand by your noblest stocke and euer grow In loue and grace of vertue most admir'd And we will pay the sacrifice we owe Of prayre and honour with all good desir'd To your diuine soule that shall euer liue In height of all blisse prepar'd here beneath In that ingenuous and free grace you giue To knowledge onely Bulwarke against Death VVhose rare sustainers here her powres sustaine Hereafter Such reciprocall effects Meete in her vertues VVhere the loue doth raigne The Act of knowledge crownes our intellects VVhere th' Act nor Loue is there like beasts men die Not Life but Time is their Eternitie TO THE LEARNED AND most noble Patrone of learning the Earle of PEMBROOKE c. ABoue all others may your Honor shine As past all others your ingenuous beames Exhale into your grace the forme diuine Of godlike Learning whose exiled streames Runne to your succour charg'd with all the wracke Of sacred Vertue Now the barbarous witch Foule Ignorance sits charming of them backe To their first Fountaine in the great and rich Though our great Soueraigne counter-checke her charmes VVho in all learning reignes so past example Yet with her Turkish Policie puts on armes To raze all knowledge in mans Christian Temple You following yet our king your guard redouble Pure are those streames that these times cannot trouble TO THE RIGHT GRACIOVS Illustrator of vertue and worthy of the fauour Royall the Earle of MONTGOMRIE THere runs a blood faire Earle through your cleare vains That well entitles you to all things Noble VVhich still the liuing Sydnian soule maintaines And your Names ancient Noblesse doth redouble For which I needs must tender to your Graces This noblest worke of Man as made your Right And though Ignoblesse all such workes defaces As tend to Learning and the soules delight Yet since the sacred Penne doth testifie That Wisedome which is Learnings naturall birth Is the cleare Mirror of Gods Maiestie And Image of his goodnesse here in earth If you the Daughter wish respect the Mother One cannot be obtain'd without the other TO THE MOST LEARNED and Noble Concluder of the Warres Arte and the Muses the Lord LISLE c. NOr let my paines herein long honor'd Lord Faile of your ancient Nobly-good respects Though obscure Fortune neuer would afford My seruice show till these thus late effects And though my poore deserts weigh'd neuer more Then might keepe downe their worthlesse memorie From your high thoughts enricht with better store Yet yours in me are fixt eternally VVhich all my fit occasions well shall proue Meane space with your most Noble Nephewes daine To shew your free and honorable loue To this Greeke Poet in his English vaine You cannot more the point of death controule Then to stand close by such a liuing soule TO THE GREAT AND VER tuous the Countesse of MONTGOMRIE YOur Fame great Lady is so lowd resounded By your free Trumpet my right worthy frend That with it all my forces stand confounded Arm'd and disarm'd at once to one iust end To honor and describe the blest consent Twixt your high blood and soule in vertues rare Of which my friends praise is so eminent That I shall hardly like his Echo fare To render onely th' ends of his shrill Verse Besides my Bounds are short and I must meâ—…rely My will to honour your rare parts rehearse VVith more time singing your renowme more clearely Meane-time take Homer for my wants supply To whom adioyn'd your Name shall neuer die TO THE HAPPY STARRE DI scouered in our Sydneian Asterisme comfort of learning Sphere of all the vertues the Lady VVROTHE WHen all our other Starres set in their skies To Vertue and all honor of her kind That you rare Lady should so clearely rise Makes all the vertuous glorifie your mind And let true Reason and Religion trie If it be Fancie not iudiciall Right In you t' oppose the times Apostasie To take the soules part and her sauing Light VVhile others blinde and burie both in Sense VVhen t is the onely end for which all liue And could those soules in whom it dies dispense As much with their Religion they would giue That as small grace Then shun their course faire Starre And still keepe your way pure and circular TO THE RIGHT NOBLE PA tronesse and Grace of Uertue the Countesse of BEDFORD TO you faire Patronesse and Muse to Learning The Fount of learning and the Muses sends This Cordiall for your vertues and forewarning To leaue no good for th' ill the world commends Custome seduceth but the vulgar sort VVith whom when Noblesse mixeth she is vulgare The truly-Noble still repaire their Fort VVith gracing good excitements and gifts rare In which the narrow path to Happinesse Is onely beaten Vulgar pleasure sets Nets for her selfe in swinge of her excesse And beates her selfe there dead ere free she gets Since pleasure then with pleasure still doth waste Still please with vertue Madame That will last TO THE RIGHT VALOROVS and virtuous Lord the Earle of SOVTH-HAMTON c. IN Choice of all our Countries Noblest spirits Borne slauisher barbarisme to conuinâ—… I could not but in uoke your ho or'd Merits To follow the swift vertue of our Prince The cries of Vertue and her Fortresse Learning Brake earth and to Elysium did descend To call vp Homer who therein discerning That his excitements to their good had end As being a Grecian puts-on English armes And to the hardie Natures in these climes Stikes-vp his high and spiritfull alarmes That they may cleare earth of those impious Crimes VVhose conquest though most faintly all apply You know learn'd Earle all liue for and should die TO MY EXCEEDING GOOD Lord the Earle of SVSSEX with duty alwaies remembred to his honor'd Countesse YOu that haue made in our great Princes Name At his high birth his holy Christian vowes May witnesse now to his eternall Fame How he performes them thus far stil growes Aboue his birth in vertue past his yeares In strength of Bountie and great Fortitude Amongst this traine then of our choicest Peeres That follow him in chace of vices rude Summon'd by his great Herald Homers voice March you and euer let your Familie In your vowes made for such a Prince reioyce Your seruice to his State shall neuer die And for my true obseruance let this show No meanes escapes when I may honour you TO THE RIGHT NOBLE AND Heroicall my singular good Lord the Lord of VVALDEN c. NOr let the vulgar sway Opinion beares Rare Lord that Poesies fauor shewes men vaine Ranke you amongst her sterne disfauourers She all things worthy fauour doth maintaine Vertue in all things else at best she betters Honour she heightens and giues Life in Death She is the ornament and soule of letters The worlds deceipt before her vanisheth Simple she is as Doues like Serpents wise Sharpe graue and sacred nought but things diuine And things diuining fit her faculties Accepting her as she is genuine If she be vaine then all things else are vile If vertuous still be Patrone of her stile TO THE MOST TRVLY-NO ble and Uertue-gracing Knight Sir Thomas HOVVARD THe true and nothing-lesse-then sacred spirit That moues your feete so farre from the prophane In skorne of Pride and grace of humblest merit Shall fill your Names sphere neuer seeing it wane It is so rare in blood so high as yours To entertaine the humble skill of Truth And put a vertuous end to all your powres That th' honor Age askes we giue you in youth Your Youth hath wonne the maistrie of your Mind As Homer sings of his Antilochus The parallell of you in euery kind Valiant and milde and most ingenious Go on in Vertue after Death and grow And shine like Ledas twins my Lord and you Euer most humbly and faithfully deuoted to you and all the rare Patrons of diuine Homer Geo. Chapman