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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08636	Ovids heroical epistles, Englished by Iohn Sherburne. Gent; Heroides. English	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Sherburne, John, gent.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.	1639 (1639)	STC 18947; ESTC S113658	76,443	159

tombe to strew my haires Not one cold kisse I from thy lips receav'd But am of thee by savadge beasts bereav'd Deare soule I soon my selfe will follow thee Nor mother long nor childlesse will I be And thou oh brother hop'd for but in vaine Collect thy childs small relliques that remaine And with its mother place them in one tombe Let one cold urn though straight lend both a room Forget me not but let me have thy teare Nor lover thou thy lovers body feare Thy dying sister last request I pray Performe whilst I my Fathers will obey THE ARGVMENT of MEDEA'S Epistle to IASON IAson being arriv'd at Colchos then in his flourishing vigorous youth and adorn'd with all the exquisite accomplishments of form behaviour was by Medea daughter of Aeta king of Colchos no sooner seen then fancyed by her upon promise of Marriage aided in the effecting his designes with whom together with the golden fleece hee makes a difficult escape and lands in Thessaly There she reduces feeble Aeson to fresh and lusty youth There she perswades Pelias his daughters to let out their Fathers blood whose vaines she promis'd againe to fill with ●outhfull heat but deceitfully left them guilty of Parricide In the end for these and other more hainous crimes by her committed Jason cast her off and takes to wife Creusa daughter of Creon king of Corinth upon which the furioufly enraged Medea wrote this her complaining suing and menacing Epistle unto him WHat time I Queen of Colchos did impart To thee my help when thou implor'dst my Art The Sisters that doe Mortals fates dispense Should have unwound my thread of life and sense Well might Medea then have dy'd what breath Since that I 've drawne hath been a pain a death Ah mel why ere by youthfull armes from Greece Came Pelian keele to fetch the Phrygian Fleece Why e're at Colches was thy Argos view'd Why e're drunke Grecian troopes of Phasian flood Why more than ought pleas'd me thy golden haire Thy tongues false grace and sweetnesse feature rare No doubt since strange the ship that toucht our shore And in her men bold and resolved bore Th' ungratefull Iason had unphysickt run On Bulls flam'd breath or on their hornes had gone Or sowne his seeds and foes as many seene And Tiller so of tillage slaine had beene How much deceit vile wretch with thee had dy'd And how much ill had been to me deny'd 'T is some delight t' upbraid ungratefull men That meanes I 'le use and so revenge agen When hither first thou stee●'dst with doubtful helm And first set'st foot within my fathers realme There I was then what here 's this Bride of thine 3 How rich was hers so rich a Sire was mine This Ephyre did with double seas command That snowie Scythia and the Ponticke strand The youthfull Greekes A●e●● entertaines Embroydred couches hold the following traines There first I saw first knew thee who thou wert That time did prove first ruine of my heart I saw and perisht burnt as 'fore some shrine Or sacred Altar doth a torch of Pine Faire was thy hew and me my fate drew on Mine eyes quite dazeled by thine eyes bright Sunne Which soone thou spy'dst for who can love conceale That doth it selfe by its owne flames reveale Mean time the king hard task commands that thou The Bulls stiff necks shouldst yoke to th'unfelt plow Mars's Bulls they were dreadfull at more than horn Their very breath a fire within them borne Brasse-hoov'd their nostrils arm'd too with the same Like Tunnels black with the evapored flame Besides the seed which men for corn would yield Thou wert enjoyn'd to sow in furrowed field Who with born blades wold straight have sought thy foyle A thanklesse crop to recompense thy toyle Thy last attempt was by some charme to keep The wakefull dragon in a powerfull sleepe Thus spake Aeetes when with heavie looke Each ●ose and th'boord the purple beds forsooke How farre then pray was thy Creusa's dowre And Creons daughter Creon great in power Sad thou wentst thence whom I with eyes pursue Bedew'd with teares and softly bad adiew Deepe wounded to my carefull couch I went And what of night remain'd in teares I spent The dreadfull Bulls the balefull seed the slie And sleeplesse Dragon still before mine eye Here love there feare and feare encreast my flame With th'rising Sun to me my fister came Where with torne haires and on my face she found Me sadly lying with my teares all drown'd She help for th'Miniae ask't what she did crave The same to the Aesonian youth we gave A grove there is with spreading okes thick sprayes All gloomy darke nor pierc't by Phoebus rayes Wherein stands Dia●'s Phane at least did stand Her golden image wrought by barbarous hand Perhaps with me that 's too forgot but there We came when thus thou ' ganst to speake me faire Fortune to thee hath given the power and will Of all my hopes thou canst both save and kill Suffice that power if such a power can please Yet I preserv'd thy fame shall more increase By these my ills which thou mayst helpe I pray By thy descent and Grandsire king of day By triple Dians sacred mysterie And by what gods soe're here worshipt bee Faire virgine pittie me oh pittie mine By thy deserts chaine me for ever thine And so a Grecian you not scorne in minde But whence should I expect the gods so kinde Sooner my soule shall flit to empty aire Than I enjoy a spouse but thee brest faire Be witnesse shee who swayes the Geniall band And th'goddesse in whose Temple now we stand These or the least of these a simple mayd Might soone have mov'd hands joyn'd with hands to ayd Besides thy teares I saw doth guile there dwell Thus was I wonne thus by thy falshood fe●l Safe thou the brasse-hoov'd Bulls didst yoke and teare The solid earth with thy directed share Sowd'st it with Serpents teeth in stead of corne Whence straight a ready armed soe was born As I who gave the medicine yet for feare Grew pale to see a troope such weapons beare Vntill that earth-borne race in their owne bloud A horrid deed their hostile hands embrew'd The Dragon then came on with hissing sound And crackling scales his wreath'd breast swept the ground Where was thy dowrythen thy royal bride And Istbmos that doth double seas divide 'T was I alone ev'n I who now am thought So barb'rous hurtfull poore a thing of nought That with charm'd sleepes clos'd up his burning eyes And sately purchas'd thee thy golden prize My Sire and countrey I betrayd forsooke And what mighthap in exile under tooke My virgin-treasure made a thiefes base prey From mother and lov'd sister fled away But thee deere brother fled I not oh here My hand and letter faint and faile for feare What it dar'd doe it now dares scarce to write So so with thee should I have dy'd by right Norfear'd I for

The Trojan swaine faire Hellen still had kept Thou need'st prepare no fleet no armes or store Of men come thou thy selfe I wish no more Though so I might be rescu'd t is no shame To warre in the defence of wedlockes fame Atreus to both of us was grandsire so If not my husband thou' rt my cousin though As spouse thy wife cousin thy cousin minde These double names a double duty binde My Grandsire then my guardian did assigne And with my liking mee for ever thine My father after me to Pyrrhus gave My grandsire though as chief'st most right should have When thee I married none I wrong'd if I Should Pyrrhus marry thee I harme thereby My father sure will pardon this our love Since he himselfe the wing'd gods shafts did prove The love he suffered hee 'l to us afford Th'examp●e of my mother doth accord What he to her was thou' rt to me of old What the Dardanian guest is Pyrrhus bold What though he vaunt the deeds his fire did doe Thou wel canst boast th'atchievements thine did too Tantalides tho great Achilles lead A Souldier this of Captaines that the head Pelops and Pelops sire were kin to thee Count and thy selfe from love the fifth will bee Nor wantst thou heart dire arms thou bor'st 't is true How couldst do lesse 't was she thy Father slue Would juster quarrels had thy courage prov'd And yet by thee they were not rais'd nor mov'd Though thou didst cause Aegistus bloud to staine The floore as did before thy Father slaine Which deed thy praise Pyrrhus thy crime implyes Yet stil endures my person 'fore his eyes My face and mind swell with disdainfull ire And my breast burnes with a suppressed sire Before my face shalt thou upbraided bee Nor force nor Armes have I to fight for thee But weepe I can and so my griefes allay Whil'st ceares like rivers on my breast make way The'e these alone I have these forth I powre My cheekes are wet with a contin●all showre Nor could our Ancestors this fate escape Each Nymph of Tantal's line is borne a rape No tales will I of Milkie Swan unfold Nor love descending in a showre of gold Or how where Isthwos doth two seas divide Hyppodamie on waxen wheeles did ride Faire Tyndaris by Theseus long detain'd By Amyclaean brethren was regain'd Next by Idean ghuest from home convay'd Argolick hands she arm'd unto her ayd I scarce remember 't yet remember doe How each breast then was fild with feare and woe Both Grandsire Sister Brother all shed teares And Leda her owne live in vokt with prayers Nay I with haires as then not long yet torne Exclaim'd deare mother leav'st thou me forlorne Who now lest my descen● I should gain-say Behold to Pyrrhus am become a prey Had great Athilles scap't Apollos bow His sonnes rash deed he would have blam'd I know It ne're pleas'd him nor would if he had liv'd A mournfull wife should be of spouse depriv'd What fault of mine did angry heavens incense What starre withstands me with dire influence Young I my Mother lost my Sire wag'd warre And though both liv'd to me both strangers were No babbling speeches in my blooming yeares Of mine deare mother did delight thine eares Nor threw I 'bout thy necke mine armes abroad Nor sate I in thy lap a gratefull load No care of cloathing me did vex thy head Nor didst thou lead me to my marriage bed Though thee at thy returne I met I vow A mothers face in thee I did not know But by thy beauty thee for Hellen tooke Nay thou though seene yet for thy child didst looke One comfort yet Orestes was and hee Except he fight will be debar'd from mee Th' unmanly Pyrrhus me retaines a thrall This is the good I 've gain'd by Iliums fall When Phoebus from on high his beames displayes A gentler ease my pensive griefe allayes But when the nights black mantle's spread and I Vpon my sad and loathed bed doely In stead of sleepe teares from mine eyes doe spring And farre off from him as a foe I fling Oft growne unmindfull through distractive cares His Scyrian limbes I 've touch't at unawares Which when perceiv'd the hated corps I fly And deeme my hands to be defil'd thereby Orestes oft for Pyrrhus I miscall And love the errour of my tongue withall By our unhappy race by Iove I pray Who seas vast earth and heavens with power doth sway By thy sires bones my uncles which by thee Beneath their marble well revenged bee Either my breath may I to death resigne Or once againe become for ever thine THE ARGVMENT OF DEIANIRA'S Epistle to Hercules HErcules the sonne of Tupiter and Alcmena after the conquest of many tedious labours imposed on him by Euristheus and the spitefull Juno at length having slaine Eurytus King of Oechalia and den o●shed the Citie hee tooke captive his daughter Iole forme ly promised him in marriage and againe dexied him by her father with whom be retired into Eubaea and there as fondly doted on her as bee had for merly done on the Lydian Omphale Meane time Deianeira daughter of Oeneus king of Calydon hearing of his unlook't for and unmanly actions wrote this her following Epistle unto him wheriu she endevours by the mention of his f●●mer glorious enterprise to recall him from his lawlesse love But whilst shee was yet writing newes was brought unto her of the violent paines her Hercules sustained caused by the shirt she sent him dipt in the bloud of the Contaure Nestus credulously by her supposed to have had the power to regaine her husbands languishing affection towards her Much troubled at the sad event she abou●s to purge herselfe of guilt and to instance a reall example of her love to him vowes to lay violent hands upon herselfe and so summes up her Epistle with a tragicall conclusion OEchalia wonne I joy yet grieve withall That victor thou should'st to the vanquisht fall Swift fame to Grecian townes report hath brought Of deeds that scarce can worthy thine be thought How he whom Iuno nor her endlesse toyle Could quaile hath tane by Iöle the foyle This would Euristheus this the Thunderers wife Who glories in this blemish of thy life Sure thou' rt not he to th'framing of whose might Could not suffice the pleasures of a night Thee Venus more than Iuno harmes her spleene Hath rais'd thy fame by this t' hath ruin'd been Behold the world by thee with soft peace crown'd As farre as ambient seas wide earth surround To thee both earth and seas their quiet owe Both Phoebu● houses doe thy merits know Heaven thou upheld'st shall once hold thee lent'st ayd To weary Atlas with his load o're layd But what mong'st these save shame dost thou obtain If thus with lust thy former deeds thou staine Wast thee when young of love then worthy known Whom men report t' have slaine two snakes alone Farre better didst begin than end ah me How much that child