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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53606	Ovid's epistles translated by several hands.; Heroides. English	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.	1680 (1680)	Wing O659; ESTC R6089	82,305	296

So with his Years may your Sons hopes encrease So may A●chises Ashes rest in Peace Some Pity let a suppliant Princess move Whose only fault was an Excess of Love I am not sprung from any Grecian Race None of my Blood did your Lov'd Troy deface Yet if your Pride think such a Wife a shame I 'le Sacrifice my Honour to my Flame And meet your Love by a less Glorious name I know the dangers of this stormy Coast How many Ships have on our Shelves been lost These winds have driv'n the floating Sea weed so That your entangled Vessel cannot go Do not attempt to put to Sea in vain Till happier Gales have clear'd your way again Trust Me to watch the Calming of the Sea You shall not then tho you desir'd it stay Besides your weary Seamen rest desire And your torn Fleet now rigging does require By all I suffer all I 've done for you Some little respite to my Love allow Time and calm Thoughts may teach me how to bear That loss which now alas 't is death to hear But you resolve to force me to my Grave And are not far from all that you would have Your Sword before me whilst I write does lie And by it if I write in vain I die Already stain'd with many a falling Tear It shortly shall another Colour wear You never could an apter present make 'T will soon the Life you 've made uneasie take But this poor Breast has felt your Wounds before Slain by your Love your Steel has now no Power Dear Guilty Sister do not you deny The last kind Office to my Memory But do not on my Funeral Marble Joyn Much wrong'd Sichaeus Sacred Name with mine Of false Aeneas let the Stone complain That Dido could not bear his fierce Disdain But by his Sword and her own hand was slain BRISEIS to ACHILLES BY IOHN CARYL Esq The ARGUMENT In the War of Troy Achilles having taken and Sackt Chrynesium a Town in the Lyrnesian Country amongst his other Booty he took two very fair Women Chryseis and Briseis Chryseis he Presented to King Agamemnon and Briseis he reserved for himself Agamemnon after some time was forced by the Oracle to restore Chryseis to her Father who was one of the Priests of Apollo whereupon the King by violence took away Briseis from Achilles at which Achilles incenst left the Camp of the Grecians and prepared to Sail home in whose absence the Trojans prevailing upon the Grecians Agamemnon was compell'd to send Ulysses and others to offer him rich Presents and Briseis that he would return again to the Army But Achilles with disdain rejected them all This Letter therefore is writen by Briseis to move him that he would receive her and return to the Grecian Camp CAptive Brisëis in a aforaign Tongue More by her blots than words set's forth her wrong And yet these blots which by my tears are made Above all words or writing should perswade Subjects I know must not their Lords accuse Yet prayers and tears we lawfully may use When ravisht from your Arms I was the prey Of Agamemnons arbitrary sway 〈…〉 you must at last have left the Field 〈…〉 you too soon did yield 〈…〉 Glory it must needs disgrace 〈…〉 Summons to yield up the place 〈◊〉 Enemies themselves no less than I ●tood wondring at their easy Victory I saw their lips in whispers softly move Is this the Man so fam'd for Arms and Love Alas A●hilles 't is not so we part From what we love and what is near our heart No healing kisses to my grief you gave You turn'd me off an unregarded Slave Was it your Rage that did your Love suppress Ah love Briseis more and hate A●rides less He is not born of a true Hero's Race Who lets his Fury of his Love take place Tygers and Wolves can fight Love is the Test Distinguishing the Hero from the Beast Alas when I was from your bosom forc'd I felt my body from my soul divorc'd A deadly paleness overspread my face Sleep left my eyes and to my tears gave place I tore my hair and did my death decree Ah! learn to part with what you love from me A bold escape I often did essay But Greeks and Trojans too block'd up the way Yet tho a tender Maid could not break thrôw Methinks Achilles should not be so slow Achilles once the Thunderbolt of War The hope of Conquering Greece Troy's despair Me in his Rivals Arms can he behold And is his Courage with his Love grown cold But I confess that my neglected Charms Did not deserve the Conquest of your Arms Therefore the Gods did by an easier way Our wrongs attone and Dammages repay Ajax with Phoenix and Vlysses bring Humble submissions from their haughty King The Royal Penitent rich Presents sends The strongest Cement to piece broken Friends When Pray'rs well seconded with Gifts are sent Both Mortal and Immortal Powers relent Twenty bright Vessels of Corinthian Brass Their Sculpture did the costly Mine surpass Seven Chairs of State of the same Art and Mould And twice five Talents of perswasive Gold Twelve fiery Steeds of the Epirian breed Matchless they are for beauty and for speed Six Lesbian Maids but these I well could spare Their Island Sackt these were the General 's share And last a Bride ah telle'm I am thine At your own choice out of the Royal Line With these they offer me But might I chuse You should take me and all their gifts refuse But me and those you sullenly reject What have I done to merit this neglect Is it that You and Fortune jointly vow Whom you make wretched still to keep them so Your Arms my Country did in ashes lay My House destroy Brothers and Husband slay It had been kindness to have kill'd me too Rather than kill me with unkindness now With Vows as faithless as your Mother Sea You loudly promis'd that you would to me Country and Brothers and a Husband be And is it thus that you perform your Vow Even with a Dowry to reject me too Nay Fame reports that with the next fair wind Leaving your Honour Faith and me behind You quit our Coasts Before that fatal hour May Thunder strike me or kind Earth devour I all things but your absence can endure That 's a disease which Death must only cure If to Achaia you will needs return Leaving all Greece your sullen rage to mourn Place me but in the number of your train And I no servile Office will disdain If I 'm deny'd the Honour of your Bed Let me at least be as your Captive led Rather than banisht from your Familie I will endure another Wife to see A Wife to make the great Aeacian Line Like Starry Heaven as numerously shine That so your spreading Progeny may prove Worthy of Thetis and their Grandsire Iove Let me on her an humble hand-Maid wait On her because to you she does relate I fear I know not why that she may

furious Love unusual strength supply'd From thence casting my eyes on every ●ide ●ar off the flying Vessel I espy'd ●n your swell'd Sayls the wanton winds did play They Court you since they see you false as they ● saw or fancy'd that I saw you there And my chill Veins froze up with cold despair Thus did I languish till returning Rage In new extreams did my fir'd Soul engage Theseus I cry perfidious Theseus stay But you are deaf deaf as the Winds or Sea Stay your false flight and let your Vessel bear Hence the whole number which she landed here In loud and doleful shrieks I tell the rest And with fresh Fury wound my hated Breast Then all my shining Ornaments I tear And with stretch'd Arms wave them in open Air That you might see her whom you could not hear But when out of my sight the Vessel flew And the Horizon shut me from the view From my sad eyes what floods of tears did fall Till then Rage would not let me weep at all Still let them weep for loosing sight of you 'T is the whole business which they ought to do Like Bacchus raving Priests sometimes I go With such wild hast with hair dishevel'd so Then on some craggy Rock sit silent down As cold unmov'd and sensless as the Stone To our once happy Bed I often fly No more the place of mutual Love and Joy See where my much lov'd Theseus once was laid And kiss the print which his dear Body made Here we both lay I cry false Bed restore My Theseus kind and faithful as before I brought him here here lost him while I slept How well false Bed you have my Lover k●pt Alone and helpless in this Desert place The steps of Man or Beast I cannot trace On every side the foaming Billows beat But no kind Ship does offer a retreat And should the Gods send me some lucky Sail ●alm S●as good Pilots and a prosperous Gale Yet then my Native Soil I durst not see But a sad Exile must for ever be From all ●rete hundred Cities I am curst From that fam'd Isle where Infant Iove was nurst Crete I betray'd for you and what 's more dear Betray'd my Father who that Crown does wear When to your hands the fatal Clew I gave Which through the winding Lab'rinth led you safe Then how you lov'd how eagerly embrac'd How o●t you swore by all your dangers past That with my life your love should ever last Ah perjur'd Theseus I thy love survive If one forsaken and expos'd does live Had you slain me as you my Brother slew You'ad then absolv'd your self from ev'ry Vow Now both my present Grief denies me Rest And all that a wild Fancy can suggest 〈◊〉 ●●ead●ul Ills to come distracts my Br●ast Before my eyes a thousand deaths appear I live yet suffer all the deaths I fear Sometimes I think that Lyons there do go And scarce dare trust my sight that 't is not so ●magine that fierce Wolves are howling there And at th' imagin'd Noise shrink up with fear ●hen think what Monsters from the Sea may rise Or fancy bloudy Swords before my eyes But most I dread to be a Captive made ●nd see these hands in servile works imploy'd Unworthy my Extraction from a Line On one side Royal and on both Divine ●nd which my Indignation more would move ●nworthy her whom Theseus once did love If tow'rds the Sea I look or tow'rds the Land ●bjects of horror still before me stand or dare I look tow'rds Heaven or hope to find ●●d from those Gods who chang'd my Theseus's mind If Beasts alone within this Island stay Behold me left to them a helpless Prey If Men dwell here they must be Savage too This Soyl this Heaven made gentle Theseus so Would Athens never had my Brother slain Nor for his paid so many lives again Would thy strong Arm had never given the wound Which struck the doubtful Monster to the ground Nor I had given the guiding Thred to Thee Which to my own destruction set Thee free Let the unknowing World thy Conquest praise It does not Ariad●es wonder raise So hard a Heart unarm'd might safely scorn The strength and sharpness of the Monsters horn 〈◊〉 Flint or Steel could be secure of wound No room for fear could in that Breast be found C●rst be the sleep which seal'd these eyes so fast 〈◊〉 that begun it did not ever last For ever curst be that officious Wind Which fill'd thy Sayls and in my ruin joyn'd Curst hand which me and which my Brother kill'd With what Misfortunes our sad House 't has fill'd And curst the Tongue which with soft words betray'd And empty Vows a poor believing Maid Sleep and the Winds against me had combin'd In vain if perjur'd Theseus had not joyn'd Poor Ariadne thou must perish here Breath out thy Soul in strange and hated Air Nor see thy pittying Mother shed one Tear Want a kind hand which thy fix'd eyes may close And thy stiff Limbs may decently compose Thy Carcass to the Birds must be a Prey Thus Theseus all thy Kindness does repay Mean while to Athens your swift Ship does run There tell the wondring Crowd what you have done How the mix'd Prodigy you did subdue The Beast and Man how with one stroke you slew Describe the Labyrinth and how taught by me You scap'd from all those perplext Mazes free Tell in return what generous things you 've done Such Gratitude will all your Triumphs Crown Sprung sure from Rocks and not of human Race Thy Cruelty does thy great Line disgrace Yet couldst thou see as barbarous as thou art These dismal looks sure they would touch thy heart You cannot see yet think you saw me now Fix'd to some Rock as if I there did grow And trembling at the Waves which roul below Look on my torn and my disordred hairs Look on my Rob● wet through with show'rs of tears With the cold blasts see my wole body shakes And my numm'd hand unequal Letters makes I do not urge my hated Merit now But yield this once that you do nothing ow. I neither sav'd your Life nor set you free Yet therefore must you force this death on Me Ah! see this wounded Breast worn out with sighs And these faint Arms stretch'd to the seas ski●s See these few hairs yet spar'd by Grief and Rage Some Pitty let these flowing Tears engage Turn back and if I 'me dead when you return Yet lay my Ashes in their peaceful Urn. HERMIONE TO ORESTES The ARGUMENT Hermione the Daughter of Menelaus and Helena was by Tyndarus her Grandfather to whom Menelaus had committed the government of his House when he went to Troy contracted to Orestes Her Father Menelaus not knowing thereof had betroth'd her to Pyrrhus the Son of Achilles who returning from the Trojan Wars stole her away Whereupon she writes to Orestes as follows THis dear Orestes this with health to you From her that was your