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A93121	Salmacis, Lyrian & Sylvia, forsaken Lydia, the rape of Helen, a comment thereon, with severall other poems and translations. By Edvvard Sherburne Esquire.	Preti, Girolamo, 1582-1626.; Marino, Giambattista, 1569-1625.; Colluthus, of Lycopolis.; Saint-Amant, Marc Antoine Gérard, sieur de, 1594-1661.; Sherburne, Edward, Sir, 1618-1702.	1651 (1651)	Wing S3223; Thomason E1217_3; ESTC R203560	66,602	185

feud enkindled 'twixt the French And German with their bloud attempt to quench Now in the open Sea they proudly ride And the soft Chrystall with rude Oares divide Perfidious Armillus at once tore His Heart from Lydia Anchor from the shore 'T was Night and Aged Proteus had driv'n home His numerous Heard fleec't with the Seas white fome The Winds were laid to rest the fishes slept The wearied world a generall silence kept No noise save from the Surges hollow caves Or liquid silver of the justling waves Whilst the bright Lanthorns shot such trembling light As dazled all the twinkling eyes of Night The faire Inamorata who from farre Had spy'd the Ship which her hearts treasure bare Put off from Land and now quite disembay'd Her Cables coiled and her Anchors weigh'd Whilst gentle gales her swelling sailes did court To turn in scorn her Poop upon the Port With frantick speed from the detested Town To the deserted shore comes hurrying down As the Idaean Shepheard stood amaz'd Whilst on the sacred Ravisher he gaz'd Who snatch'd the beauteous Trojan youth away And wafted through the yeelding Clouds his prey Or as that Artist whose bold hand durst shape Wings to his shoulders desperately to scape A loathed servitude through untrac'd skies Creets King pursu'd with fierce yet wondring Eyes The flying Navy Lydia so beheld Her Eyes with Teares her Heart with Passion swell'd In sighs to these she gave continuall vent And those in brinish streames profusely spent But tears and sighs alas bestowes in vain Borne by the sportive Wind to the deaf Main The Main who griefe inexorably mocks As she her self is scorn'd by steady Rocks O what a black Eclipse did straight disguise In Clouds the Sunshine of her lovely Eyes She tore her Cheeks Hair Garments and imprest Marks of his falshood on her guiltlesse breast She cals on her disloyall Lovers Name And sends such sad loud Accents to reclame The Fugitive as if at every cry Her weary soul forth with her voice would fly Whither ah Cruell There full grief represt Her Tongue and taught her Eyes to weep the rest Whither ah Cruell from the hollow side Of the next Rock the Vocall Nymph replied In Tears and Sighs the Water and the Aire Contend which in her sorrowes most shall share And the sad Sea hoarse with incessant grones Wakens her faint grief and supplyes her mones Oh stop kind Zephyre but one minutes space She cries the swelling Sailes impetuous race That my expiring groanes may reach the eare Of him who flyes from her he will not heare Perhaps though whilst alive I cannot please My dying Cryes his Anger may appease And my last Fall Trophey of his Disdain May yeeld delight and his lost Love regain Receive my heart in this extreme farewell Thou in whom Cruelty and Beauty dwell With Thee it fled but what alas for me Is it to lose my Heart who have lost Thee Thou art my better selfe Thou of my heart The soul more than the soul that moves it art And if thou sentence me to suffer death My Life to Thee let me resign my breath Alas I doe not aske to live content That were a blessing me Fate never meant All that my wishes aime at is that I And that 's but a poore wish Content may dye And if my heart by Thee already slain Some reliques yet of a loath'd life retain Oh let them by thy pitty find release And in thy Armes breath forth their last in Peace No greater happinesse than Death I crave So in thy dearest sight I death may have And if thy hand arm'd with relentlesse Pride Shall the small thread of my poor Life divide What Pleasure than that Sorrow would be higher VVhen I in Paradice at least expire And so at once the different Arrowes prove Of Death from thy hand from thy Eyes of Love Ah! if so pleas'd thou art with Wars alarmes If that be it that cals thee from my Armes If thou aspir'st by some advent'rous toiles To raise proud Trophyes deckt with glorious spoiles Why fondly dost thou seek for these elsewhere Why leav'st thou me a pris'ner to despair Turn nor thy willing Captive thus forsake And thou shalt all my Victories partake Though I to thy dear Eyes a Captive be Thousands of Lovers are no lesse to me Unhappy who contend and sue for sight Of that which thou unkindly thus dost slight Is 't not a high attempt that can comprize Within one Act so many Victories To triumph over Triumphs and subdue At once the Victor and the Vanquish'd too But if to stay with me thou dost refuse And the rude Company of Souldiers choose Yet give me leave to goe along with Thee And in the Army thy Attendant be Love though a child and blind the Wars hath known Can handle Armes and buckle Armour on And thou shalt see my courage will disdain Save of thy Death all fear to entertain I will securely 'midst the arm'd Troops run Venus hath been Mars' his-Companion And though the heart in thy obdurate Breast Be with an Adamantine Corslet drest Yet I in stead to guard thee from all harm With my own hands will thy fair body arm And the Reward Love did from me detain In peace in War shall by this service gain And if it fortune that thou undergoe Some dangerous hurt by the prevailing Foe I sadly by thy side will sit to keep Thee company and as thou groan'st will weep My Sorrow with thy Anguish shall comply I will thy Bloud and thou my Tears shalt dry Thus by an equall sympathy of pure Affections we each others wounds will cure Perhaps when he this sweet effect of Love Shall see the happy President may move The stubborn Enemy more mild to grow And to so soft a yoak his stiffe neck bow Who by himself gladly betraid to thine Shall willingly his own Command resigne So by a way of Conquest strangely new Thou shalt at once Love Armes and Soules subdue Ah most unhappy he to these sad cries Inexorable his deafe eare denies And far more cruell than the rough Seas are Laughs at my sighs and slights my juster Prayer See whilst thou spreadst thy sailes to catch the Wind What a sad Object thou hast left behind Of War alas why dost thou goe in quest Thou leav'st a fiercer War within my Breast Thou sly'st thy Country and more happy state To seek in some strange Land a stranger Fate And under forraign Climes and unknown Stars T' encounter hazards of destructive Wars Eager to thrust thy self lavish of breath Upon Disasters Dangers Bloud and Death Changing ah too unwary too unwise Thy certain Joyes for an uncertain Prize Can it be true thou more thy self should'st please With busie troubles than delightfull ease And lik'st th' enraged Deeps rough toiles above The calmer pleasures and sweet sports of Love Canst thou from a soft bosome fly ah lost To gentlenesse to be on rude Waves tost And rather choose in Seas a

makes me afraid Daphnis Diana whom thou serv'st will be thy Aid Shepheardess But bearing Children will my Beauty wrong Daphnis In Children thou wilt see thy self still young Shepheardess What Dowry wilt thou give if I consent Daphnis My Flocks my Groves my Fields be thou content Shepheardess Swear that when married thou wilt ne'r forsake me Daphnis By Pan I will not so thou please to take me Shepheardess Thou 'lt give me Beds and House and Sheep to breed Daphnis Both House and Beds and the fair Flocks I feed Shepheardess What shall I to my aged Father say Daphnis He when he hears my Name will soon give way Shepheardess How art thou call'd for Names do often please Daphnis Daphnis my Name my Father 's Lycides My Mother 's Nomaea Shepheardess Of an honest Line Thou com'st nor we of no more mean than thine Daphnis Yet not so great to make your Pride aspire For as I tak 't Menalcas is your Sire Shepheardess Shew me your Stalls and Groves Daphnis Come let thine Eyes VVitness how high my Cypress Trees do rise Shepheardess Feed Goats whilst I survay the Shepheard's Bounds Daphnis Graze Bullocks whilst I shew the Nymph my Grounds Shepheardess VVhat do'st why thrust'st thy hand into my Brest Daphnis Thus thy soft swelling Bosome should be prest Shepheardess Help Pan I faint Swain take thy hand away Daphnis Fear not sweet Nymph nor tremble with dismay Shepheardess 'T will spoyle my Coat should I i' th' durt be thrown Daphnis No see on this soft hide I 'l lay thee down Shepheardess Ah Me why hast thou loos d my Virgin Zone Daphnis To Venus this be an Oblation Shepheardess Heark see some body comes I hear a Noise Daphnis The Cypress Trees are whispering of our Joyes Shepheardess Th' hast torn my Cloaths and me quite naked layd Daphnis I 'l give thee better Shepheardess VVords no deeds e'r paid Daphnis Would I could send my soul into thee now Shepheardess Oh Phoebe pardon I have broke my Vow Daphnis A Calf to Love a Bull to Venus burn Shepheardess A Maid I came a Woman shall return Daphnis And be a Mother-Nurse to pretty Boyes Shepheardess Thus intertalk'd they 'mid'st the active Joyes Of closs Embraces when at length they rose And being up to feed her Flock she goes With blushing Face but with a lightsome Heart Whilst to his Heards he no less pleas'd doth part On the Picture of Icarus in Wax Marino VVHat once did unto thee impart The means of Death by happy Art Now thee restores to life again Yet still remember to refrain Ambitious Flights nor soar too nigh The Sun of an inflaming Eye For so thou may'st scorcht by those Beams In Ashes dye as once in Streams On a Marble Statue of Nero which falling kill'd a Child Marino THis Statue bloudy Nero does present To Tyrants a sad Document Though Marble on his Basis yet so fast He stood not but he fell at last And seems as when he liv'd as cruell still He could not fall but he must kill On Paula Mart. l. 9. Epig. 5. FAin shee 'd have Priscus and who blame her can But hee 'l not have her and who 'l blame the Man On an Ill Husband and Wife Mart. l. 8. Epigr. 34. SInce both of you so like in Manners be Thou the worst Husband and the worst Wife she I wonder you no better should agree On Candidus a rich Miser Mart. l. 3. Epig. 26. Alone thou dost enjoy a fair Estate Alone rare Myrrhine Vessels golded Plate Alone rich Wines dost drink and hast for None A Heart nor Wit but for thy self alone None shares with thee it is deny'd by no man But Candidus thou hast a Wife that 's Common On Bassus a Pittifull Poet Mart. l. 5. Epigr. 53. VVHy writ'st thou of Thyestes Colchis hate Andromache or Niobes sad Fate Deucalion Bassus better far would fit Or Phaeton believe me with thy Wit On a Boy kill'd by the fall of an Icesicle Mart. l. 4. Epig. 18. VVHer streams from Vipsan Pipes Port Capen powrs And the Stones moystned are with constant show'rs A drop congeal'd to a sharp Icesicle On a Child's Throat that stood beneath it fell And when the Wretches Fate dissolv'd it had Melted away in the warm VVound it made VVhat may not cruell Fate or where will not Death find us out if VVater Throats can cut On Nestor a whisperer Mart. l. 3. Epig. 28. THou wonder'st Marius Ears should smell so Ill They may thank thee thou whisper'st in 'em still On Martinia an old old leacherous Mart. l. 3. Epigr. 32. VVHat canst thou not with an old VVoman bed Thou criest yes but thou art not old but dead VVe could with Hecuba or Niobe Make shift but then Martinia it must be Before the one Into a Bitch be turn'd t'other to Stone On Philomuse a needy Newesmonger Mart. l. 9. Epig. 35. TO gain a Supper thy shift Philomuse Is to vent lies instead of Truths for News Thou knowst what Pacorus intends to do Can'st count the German Troops and Sarmats too The Decia● General's Mandates dost profess To know and Victories before the Express How oft it rains in Aegypt thou as well And Number of the Lybian Fleet canst tell VVhom Victor in the next Quinquatrian Games Caesar will crown thy knowing Tongue proclames Come leave these shifts thou this Night Philomuse Shalt sup with Me but not a word of News On Aulus a Poet-Hater Mart. l. 8. Epig. 63. AUlus Loves Thestius him Alexis fires Perhaps he too our Hyacinth desires Go now and doubt if Poets he approves When the Delights of Poets Aulus Loves On Lentinus being troubled with an Ague Mart. l. 12. Epig. 17. LEntinus thou dost nought but sume and fret To think thy Ague will not leave thee yet Why it goes with thee bathes as thou dost do Eats Mushromes Oysters Sweet-breads wild Boar too Oft drunk by thee with Falern Wine is made Nor Caecub drinks unless with snow allay'd Tumbles in Roses dawb'd with unctuous sweets Sleeps upon Down between pure Cambrick sheets And when thus well it fares with thee wouldst thou Have it to go unto poor Damma now To Priscus Mart. l. 8. Epigr. 11. VVHy a rich Wife Priscus I will not wed Ask'st thou I would not have my Wife my Head Husbands should have superiority So Man and Wife can only equall be On Phoebus that wore leather Caps Mart. l. Epig. VVHilst thou a Kidskin Cap putt'st on To hide the Baldness of thy Crown On jested wittily who ●ed Phoebus that thou hadst shod thy Head On Horace a poor fellow Mart. l. 4. Epigr 2. HOrace alone mongst all the Company In a black Gown the Plays did lately see Whilst both the Commons and the Knights of Rome Senate and Caesar all in white did come When strait it snow'd apace so he the sight Beheld as well as all the rest in white On a Swallow torn in Peeces by her Fellowes Mart. l. 5. Epig. 67. VVHen for their winterHomes the

should still forecast as Terence shows Th' Event of Business whether good or bad E'r w'undertake it where may best be had Conveniency for Planting where to build When to wage War and where to pitch a Field Nor unconsiderately take in hand Or great or small Things for that makes a stand In the free Progress of all new designs In which there 's nothing Policy injoyns Like Consultation hence it is that they Who use it not Chance does not Counsell sway But I retire whilst you with better Fate Imploy your Thoughts how to uphold your State The Sentences of those seven Sages comprehended in as many Septenaries Bias Prieneus VVHat 's Man's chief good a Mind that right doth know What 's his chief Ill Man his own greatest Foe Who 's rich he who 's contented Who poor He Who Covets A Wives best Dowr Chastity What VVoman's chaste whom Fame dares not belie VVho 's the VVise man who can but doth no Ill The Fool He who cannot yet hath the VVill Pittacus Mitylenaeus NOne knows to speak who knows not to refrain 'Fore many bad one good Man's Praise retain He 's mad who envies others happiness So she who joys in other Mens distress The Laws thou dost impose thy self obey VVhen Times are prosperous store of Friends provide VVhen they are bad but in a few confide Cleobulus Lindius THe more thou canst 'less wish to do The spite Of Fortune oft doth on the guiltless light None long is happy in Impiety In others much nought in thy self pass by The good Man's Friend is still the bad Man's Foe Our Father's merits want of their due Fame And oft our Childrens Portion is but shame Beriander Corinthius DEcent and Profitable ne'r dissent The happier Man still the more Provident 'T is ill to wish 't is worse to fear Death we Should make a Virtue of Necessity He who is fear'd by many many feares VVhen Fortune's kind dread thy advanced height And scorn to sink yet when she shows her spight Solon Atheniensis LIfe then is happy when 't is consummate VVed with thy like Disparity breeds hate Confer not Honours casually A friend Convince in private publikely commend 'T is more to be than be made Noble far If Fates decrees are sure in vain We fly them If they are not in vain We fear to try them Chilo Lacedaemonius FEard by Inferious nor by betters scorn'd Let me not live Oft of thy Death be warn'd And Health Misfortunes by thy own defeat Or friends Advice The good thou dost forget But that which thou receiv'st remember still Age that resembles Youth doth gratefull come Youth that resembles Age is burdensome Thales Milesius ABout to sin thy self though none else fear Life dies the glory of a good Death ne'r What thou intend'st to do forbear to tell To fear what thou canst not o'rcome's a Hell A just Reproof does good though from a Foe But a false Praise does harm though from a Friend Nilnimium satis est bids us here end Amphion or a City well ordered Casimer FOrraign Customes from your Land Thebans by fair Laws command And your good old Rites make known Unto your own Piety your Temples grace Justice in your Courts have Place Truth Peace Love in every Street Each other meet Banish Vice Walls guard not Crimes Vengeance o'r tall Bulwarks climbs O'r each Sin A Nemesis Still waking is Truth resembling craft Profane Thirst of Empire and of Gain Luxury and idle ease Banish all these Private Parsimony fill The Publike Purse Arms only Steel Know and no more Valour fights cold In plunder'd Gold VVar or Peace do you approve VVith united Forces move Courts which many Collumes rear Their falls less fear Safer Course those Pilots run VVho observe more Stars than One Ships with double Anchors ty'd Securer ride Strength united firm doth stand Knit in an eternall Band But proud Subjects private hate Ruins a State This as good Amphion sings To his Harps well-tuned strings It 's swift Streams clear Dirce stopt Cytheron hopt Stones did leap about the Plains Rocks did skip to hear his Strains And the Groves the Hills did crown Came dancing down VVhen he ceas'd the Rocks and VVood Like a VVall about him stood VVhence fair Thebes which seven Gates close Of Brass arose Vertue improv'd by suffering 'T Is but the Body that blind Fortunes spight Can chain to Earth the nobler Soul doth slight Her servill Bonds and takes to Heaven her flight So through dark clouds Heaven lightens whilst the shade Is as a foyl to its bright splendour made And Stars with greater Lustre Night invade So sparkle Flints when strook so Metals find Hardness from hammering and the closer bind So Flames increase the more supprest by VVind And as the Grindstone to unpolish'd Steel Gives Edge and Lustre so my Mind I feel VVhetted and glaz'd by Fortunes turning VVheel To Mr Stanley on his unimitable Poems THe Stagirite who Poesie defines An Imitation had he read thy Lines And thy rich Fancy known he would have then Recall'd the learned Error of his Pen And have confest in his convicted State Nought those could equall this would imitate VVhich from no forraign Supplement doth spring Nor any Stand but its own Height take VVing And but that We should seem so to misprise The Influence of Chariessa's Eyes VVe should not think Love did these Flames inspire Rather that thou taught'st Love this noble Fire And by a generous VVay thy hopes t' improve Shew'dst her before thou didst how thou could'st love And the old common Method didst invert First made her Mistris of thy Brain then Heart Some Phantisies growth may from their Subjects take Thine doth not Subjects find but subjects make VVhose numerous strains we vainly strive to praise 'Less We could ours high as thy Phant'sie raise Large Praise we might give some with small Expence Of Wit cry Excellent how praise Excellence The Painters Fate is ours his hand may grace Or take a bad scarse hit a beauteous Face Nor can our Art a sitting value sit Upon thy noble Courtesie of Wit Which to so many Toungs doth lend that store Of pleasing sweetnes which they lack'd before Th' Iberian Roman and the fluent Greek The nimble French and the smooth Thuscan seek For severall Graces from thy Pen alone Which that affoords to all these Toungs in One Whose forraign Wealth transferr'd improv'd by thine Doth with a fair Increase of Lustre shine Like Gems new set upon some richer Foyle Or Roses planted in a better Soyle If 'bove all Lawrels then thy Merits rise What can this Sprig which while 't is offer'd dies Add to the Wreath that does adorn thy Brows No Bayes will snit with that but thy own Bowghs On his Translation of Oronta FLames rescu'd fair Oronta from the Pow'r Of an insulting Thracian Conquerour The Fame of which brave Action Preti's Rime Freed from the greater Tyranny of Time Yet in that Freedome she lesse glories then In being thus made Captive

Floud Whose fall as him the breaking Waters take With a white foame all silvers o'r the Lake Where as he swims and his fair Arms now bends Now their contracted Nerves again extends He the Nymphs Heart that peeps behind an Oake Wounds from that Ivory Bow at every stroak Into another Form he then converts The Motion of his Arms and like to Darts Now this now that through the cleer Waves does shoot His Hand in Motion answer'd by his Foot For as he this Contracts he that extends And when this forward that he backward sends Whilst through the streams his purer Limbs like snow Or Lillies through transparent Chrystall show His flowing Hair floating like that rich Fleece Which the first Ship from Colchos brought to Greece The Nymph at this stands as of sense quite void Or as no Sence but Seeing she enjoy'd At last from her full Brest of its close fire The sparks these broken Accents did expire O why as Arethusa or the Joy Of Galatea cannot I sweet Boy Melt to a floud for thee then my fair Sun Thou might'st to bath thee to my Bosome run More would sh' have said but her full Passion stopt Her Door of Speech and her Eyes Floodgates op't Struck with Despair so dead she scarce appears To breath or live but by her sighs and tears Yet though her silent Tongue no Words impart Her speaking Thoughts discours'd thus with her heart Fond Salmacis why slag thy hopes thy Mind What fears deject on nor be e'r declin'd But boldly thy fair Enemy assail See! thy desired Prey 's within the Pale And Love perhaps in pitty of thy Pain Offers what was deny'd thee by disdain Be resolute and him whose conquering Eyes Made thee his Captive late now make thy Prize Fear not for pardon justly hope he may Who plunders him that does deny to pay Thus she rekindling her half-quench'd desires Her Cheeks with Blushes heart with boldness fires Then forward moves a little and anon Full speed unto the Lake does madly run But in the mid'st of her Careere repents And stops suspended 'twixt two cross intents Like to a wavering Ballance on afraid Back loth to go and yet to either sway'd Now she advances then again retreats Her fears now conquers then her hopes defeats Struck with Loves powerfull Thyrsus at the last True Maenad-like her lighter Robes off cast She hurries to the Lake then in she skips And in her wanton Arms th' unwilling clips He who Loves Fires ne'r felt in his cold Brest With fear at such a strange surprize possess'd For help began to cry when she at this Ah peace saies and his Mouth stop'd with a kiss Yet strugg'ling he her Wishes did deny And from her shunn'd Embraces strove to fly But whil'st he labours to get loose t' his Brest She faster cleaves and his Lips harder prest So when Joves Bird a Snake hath truss'd his Wings The more that plies the more that 'bout 'em clings And leaves it doubtfull to the Gazers view To tell which more is Pris'ner of the two Fearfull to lose yet her new-gotten prize The Nymph to heaven sighing erects her Eyes And shall my Love saies she triumph in vain Nor other Trophy than a bare kiss gain O Jove if what Fame sings of thee be true If e'r thou did'st a Bulls fierce shape indue And on thy Back from the Phaenician shore Through Seas thy Amorous Theft in Triumph bore Assist my Vows and grant that I may prove As happy in this Conquest of my Love No force let our Embraces e'r disjoyn Brest unto Brest unite our souls entwine Tye heart to heart and let the knitting charmes Sweet kisses be the Fetters our soft Arms Or if thou hast decreed that we must part Let that Divorce divide life from my Heart Jove heard her Prayers and suddenly as strange Made of them both a mutuall Interchange And by an undiscern'd conjunction Two late divided Bodies knit in One Her Body straight a Manly Vigor felt And his did to a Female softness melt Yet thus united they with difference Retain'd their proper Reason Speech and Sence He liv'd and she appart yet each in either Both one might well be said yet that One neither This Story by a Rivers side as they Sate and discours'd the tedious hours away Amintas to the coy Iole told Then adds O thou more fair in Love more cold Than he Heaven yet may make thee mine in spite That can such Differents Ice and fire unite This with a Sigh the Shepheard spake whilst she With a coy smile mock'd his simplicity But now the setting Sun poasting away Put both an End to their Discourse and Day FINIS The Metamorphosis of LYRIAN and SYLVIA by St Amant Out of French UNder that pleasant Clime where Nature plac'd Those Islands with the name of Happy grac'd There liv'd a young and gentle Shepheard late And had he never lov'd too fortunate His Name was Lyrian she whose looks enthral'd His amorous heart was the fair Sylvia call'd The Natives there mongst whom still lives his Name Nor shall the Waste of time impair it's Fame Report he bare for sweetness of his Song The Prize from all Apollo's learned Throng Yet nor his Voice nor Worth that did exceed And ev'n in Envy Admiration breed Could e't move her that o'r his heart did raign To pleasing Joys to turn his amorous pain The Cheerfull fields and Solitary Groves Once loyall Secretaries to his Loves Are still the Witnesses and still shall be Of his chaste thoughts and firm fidelity For they alone were conscious of his Grief They only gave his Wonded Soul Relief When with the Weight of his sad Woes opprest They pittying heard him ease in Plaints his Brest Ye Gods how oft resolv'd he yet declin'd Although he felt his heart with flames calcin'd Before those Eyes h' ador'd so to display His Griefes Such Modesty his Soul did sway And though h' had learn'd and knew to suffer much Yet were his Manners and Discretion such Silence should first in death have quench'd his flame E'r he 'ld have rudely voic'd it unto fame Nor had it yet to any had not Stone And stocks discover'd it been ever known Which for on them he us'd his Plaints t' incise By chance presented it to Sylvia's Eyes This seen in her does Scorn and Anger move O heavens is 't possible that such a Love She should despise and him who had profest Himself her Captive as her Foe detest Or that Love's Magick Characters his hand Had grav'd should in her Eye for Cyphers stand Or she should read them yet with so much spight Ne'r more to see them 'less to raze them quite Ah 't is too true nor's that sufficient Unless her Tongue to her hard heart consent And 'gainst her faithfull Love with cruell Breath Pronounce the rigid sentence of his Death What said he not his Passion to excuse What flourishes us'd not his willing Muse To prove his Love of which the noble

a Pilot bent to make Search for some unfound out Land Does with him the Magnet take Sailing to the unknown Strand But that steer which way he will To the loved North points still The Pendants THose Aspes of Gold with Gems that shine And in Enammel'd Curles do twine Why Chloris in each Ear Dost thou for Pendants wear I now the hidden meaning guess Those Mystick signs express The stings thine Eyes do dart Killing as Snakes into my Heart And shew that to my Prayers Thine Ears are deaf as theirs The sweet Meat Thou gav'st me late to eat A sweet without but within bitter Meat As if thou would'st have said Here taste in this What Caelia is But if there ought to be A likeness deerest 'twixt thy gift and thee VVhy first what 's sweet in thee should I not taste The bitter last Violets in Thaumantia's Bosome TVVice happy Violets that first had Birth In the warm Spring when no frosts nip the Earth Thrice happy now since you transplanted are Unto the sweeter Bosome of my Fair And yet poor Flowers I pitty your hard Fate You have but chang'd not better'd your Estate What boots it you t'have scap'd cold Winters breath To find like me by Flames a sudden death The Dream FAir shadow faithless as my Sun Of peace she robs my Mind And to my Sense which rest doth shun Thou art no less unkind She my Address disdainfull flies And thou like her art fleet The reall Beauty she denies And thou the Counterfeit To cross my innocent desires And make my Griefs extreme A Cruell Mistris thus conspires With a delusive Dream An old Shepheard to a young Nymph SCorn me not Fair because you see My Hairs are white what if they be Think not 'cause in your Cheeks appear Fresh springs of Roses all the year And mine like Winter wan and old My Love like Winter should be cold See in the Garland which you wear How the sweet blushing Roses there With pale-hu'd Lillies do combine Be taught by them so let us joyn Beauty encreased by Pity 'T Is true thy Beauty which before Did dazle each bold gazers Eye And forc'd even Rebell-Hearts t' adore Or from its conquering splendour fly Now shines with new encrease of Light Like Cynthia at her full more bright Yet though thou glory in th' Increase Of so much Beauty deerest Fair They err who think this great Access Of which all Eyes th' Admirers are Or Art or Nature's gift should be Learn then the hidden Cause from Me Pitty in thee in me desire First bred before I durst but aime At fair Respect now that close fire Thy Love hath fann'd into a flame Which mounting to its proper Place Shines like a Glory 'bout thy Face Weeping and Kissing A Kiss I begg'd but smiling Shee Deny'd it Me When strait her Cheeks with tears o'rflown Now kinder grown What smiling shee 'd not let me have She weeping gave Then you whom scornfull Beauties aw Hope yet Relief For Love who Tears from Smiles can draw Pleasure from Grief The Dilemma AS poor Strephon whom hard Fate Slave to Chloris Eyes decreed By his cruell fair one sate Whilst his fat Flocks graz'd along To the Musick of his Reed This was the sad Shepheards Song From those tempting Lips if I May not steal a Kiss my Dear I shall longing pine and dye And a Kiss if I obtain My Heart fears thine Eyes so near By their lightning 't will be slain Thus I know not what to try This I know yet that I dye Change defended LEave Chloris leave prethee no more With want of Love or Lightness charge Me 'Cause thy Looks captiv'd me before May not anothers now enlarge me He whose misguided Zeal hath long Pay'd Homage to some Stars pale light Better enform'd may without wrong Leave that t' adore the Queen of Night Then if my Heart which long serv'd thee Will to Carintha now encline Why term'd inconstant should it be For bowing 'fore a richer shrine Censure that Lover's such whose will Inferiour Objects can entice VVho changes for the better still Makes that a Vertue you call Vice The Microcosme MAn of himself 's a little VVorld but join'd VVith VVoman VVoman for that end design'd Hear cruell fair One whilst I this rehearse He makes up then a compleat Universe Man like this sublunary VVorld is born The sport of two cross Planets Love and Scorn VVoman the other VVorld resembles well In whose Looks Heav'n is in whose Breast is Hell The Defeat GAinst Celinda's Marble Brest All his Arrows having spent And in vain each Arrow sent Impotent unarmed Love In a shady Myrtle Grove Layd him down to rest 'Soon as layd asleep he fell And a Snake in as he slept To his empty Quiver crept VVhen fair Chloris whose soft Heart Love had wounded and its smart Lovers best can tell This Advantage having spy'd Of his Quiver and his Bow Thought to rob her sleeping Foe Softly going then about To have seiz'd upon them out Strait the Snake did glide With whose Hisses frighted she Nimbly starting back again Thus did to her self complain Never cruell Archer never Full or empty does thy Quiver Want a sting for Me Amore secreto Content thy self fond Heart nor more Let thy close Flames be seen If thou with covert Zeal adore Thy Saint enshrin'd within Thou hast thy Feast as well as they That unto Love keep open Holy-day In his Religion all are free To serve him as they may In publick some and some there be Their vows in private pay Love that does to all Humours bend Admits of severall Waies unto on End Yet wilt thou not repining cease Still dost thou murmurs vent Stubborn Rebellious Zealot peace Nor sign of Discontent So much as in one sigh afford For to the Wise in Love each sighs a Word A Maid in Love with a Youth blind of one Eye THough a Sable Cloud benight One of thy fair Twins of Light Yet the other brighter seems As 't had robb'd its Brother's Beams Or both Lights to one were run Of two Stars now made one Sun Cunning Archer who knows yet But thou wink'st my Heart to hit Cloze the other too and All Thee the God of Love will call The broken Faith LAtely by cleer Thames his side Fair Lycoris I espy'd With the Pen of her white hand These words printing on the Sand None Lycoris doth approve But Mirtillo for her Love Ah false Nymph those Words were fit In Sand only to be writ For the quickly rising Streams Of Oblivion and the Thames In a little Moments stay From the Shore wash'd clean away What thy hand had there imprest And Mirtillo from thy Brest Complaint on the Death of Sylvia to the River CLeer Brook which by thy self art chac'd And from thy self dost fly as fast Stay here a little and in Brief Hear the sad Story of my Grief Then hasting to the Sea declare Her Waves not half so bitter are Tell her how Sylvia she who

late Was the sole Regent of my Fate Hath yeelded up her sweetest Breath In the best Time of Life to Death Who proud of such a Victory At once triumphs o'r Love and Me But more Alas I cannot speak Sighs so my sadder Accents break Farewell kind Floud now take thy Way And like my Thoughts still restless stray If we retarded have thy Course Hold with these Tears thy speed inforce A Shepheard inviting a Nymph to his Cottage DEer on yond' Mountain stands my humble Cot 'gainst Sun and Wind by spreading Oaks secur'd And with a Fence of Quickset round immur'd That of a Cabban make 't a shady Grot. My Garden 's there o'r which the Spring hath spread A flowry Robe where thou may'st gather Posies Of Gilliflowers Pinks Jelsomines and Roses Sweets for thy Bosome Garlands for thy Head Down from that Rocks side runs a purling Brook In whose unsullied Face Though thine needs no new Grace Thou mayst as thou think'st best compose thy Look And there thine own fair Object made Try which judg'd by the River may by said The greater Fire That which my Brest feels or thy Eyes inspire To Ligurinus Horat. Carm. l. 4. Od. 10. Paraphrasticè CRuel and fair when this soft down Thy Youths bloom shall to bristles grow And these fair Curls thy shoulders crown Shall shed or cover'd be with snow When those bright Roses that adorn Thy Cheeks shall wither quite away And in thy Glass now made Time's scorn Thou shalt thy changed Face survey Then ah then sighing thou 'lt deplore Thy Ill-spent Youth and wish in vain Why had I not those thoughts before Or come not my first Looks again The Penitent Murderer Theo●rit Idyl 31. {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} VVHen Venus saw Adonis dead His Tresses soyl'd his Colour fled She strait her winged Loves commands To bring the cruell Boar in Bands They the Woods nimbly ranging found The pensive Beast and brought him bound This drags along the captiv'd foe That pricks him forward with his Bow With trembling steps the Boar drew nigh For he fear'd angry Venus Eye T' whom thus she spake O thou the Worst Of all wild Beasts and most accurst Was 't thou with wounding Turks didst tear This whiter Thygh thou kill my Dear To whom the Boar reply'd I swear By thy self Venus by thy Dear By these my Bonds these Hunters I Meant to thy Love no Injury But gazing on him as some fair Statue unapt the flames to bear Desire had kindled in my Brest To kiss his naked Thigh I prest And kissing kill'd him wherefore these These murd'ring Tusks doom as you please For why alas Teeth do I bear That useless and enamour'd are Or if a punishment too small You yet think that take Lips and All But Venus pittying the Beast Commands that strait he be releas'd Who to the Woods ne'r went again But liv'd as one of Venus Train And coming one Day near a Fire Quench'd there the flames of his Desire The Shepheard theocrit. Idyl 21. FAir Eunica I sweetly would have kist But was with scorn and this reproach dismist Hence what a Shepheard and yet hope from Me For such a Grace We kiss no Clowns saith she My Lips I would not with a kiss so vile As thine so much as in a Dream defile Lord how thou look'st how like a Lubber sport'st What fine discourse thou hast how sweetly court'st How soft thy Beard is and how neat thy Hair Thy Lips like sick mens blush and thy hands are White as an Ethiops fogh thou stink'st out quick Carrion be gone lest thy smell make me sick Then in her Brest thrice spitting me a skew Mumbling t' her self from Head to foot doth view Such Pride in her self-flatter'd Beauty takes Whilst in Derision Mouths at Me she makes This scorn my bloud inflam'd and red I grew With anger like a Rose new bath'd in Dew She went her way and left me vext to see I should by such a Huswife slighted be Say Shepheards am I not a handsome Lad Or hath some God transform'd and lately made M' another Man for once I 'd a good face And that as Ivy Trees my Beard did grace My Locks like Smallage 'bout my Temples twin'd And my white Front 'bove my black Eye-brows shin'd My Eyes more lovely than Minerva's were Than Curds my Lips more soft and sweeter far My Words than Honey play too would you knew 't I sweetly can on Pipe Shalm Reed and Flute There 's not a Country Lass but likes as passes And loves me too all but your City Lasses Who 'cause a Shepheard me without regard Forsooth pass by alas they never heard How Bacchus on the Plains did Oxen tend And Venus to a Shepheards Love did bend And his fat Flocks on Phrygian Mountains kept Or lov'd in Woods and for Adonis wept VVhat was Endymion but a Shepheard whom The Moon affected and from Heaven would come To lye whole Nights on Latmus with the Boy A Shepheard Rhea too was once thy Joy And oh how many scapes Jove didst thou make From Juno's Bed for a young Shepheard's sake But Eunica alone doth Swains despise And 'bove those Goddesses her self doth prize Venus no more thou with thy Love may'st keep In Town or Hill alone thou now must sleep The Pastorall Wooing Daphnis and Shepheardess theocrit. Idyl 28. Daphnis PAris the Swain away coy Helen bare And I a Swain am kiss'd by one more fair Shepheardess Brag not rude Hind Kisses are empty things Daphnis From empty Kisses yet sweet pleasure springs Shepheardess I 'l wash my mouth wipe off thy Kisses stain Daphnis Wip'st thou thy Lips then let us kiss again Shepheardess Go kiss your Cows you fit to kiss a Maid Daphnis Be not so proud your youth will quickly fade Shepheardess Grapes though they 're dry yet still are Grapes we see And Roses although wither'd Roses be Daphnis Let 's sit and talk beneath this Myrtles shade Shepheardess No your smooth Tongue me once before betraid Daphnis Beneath these Elms then sit and hear me play Shepheardess Play to your self I not your Musick weigh Daphnis Take heed lest thou the Wrath of Venus find Shepheardess Venus her worst be but Diana kind Daphnis Oh say not so lest her excited Rage Thee in unextricable Snares ingage Shepheardess Do what she can find we Diana's Grace Hold off your hands or else I 'l scratch your Face Daphnis Love which no Maid e'r did thou must not fly Shepheardess By Pan I will why dost thou press so nigh Daphnis I fear he 'l make thee stoop to thy first Love Shepheardess Though woo'd by many none I did approve Daphnis Amongst those many here behold I sue Shepheardess Why my kind Friend what would'st thou have me do The married Life with troubles is repleat Daphnis No Cares Joys only Marriage doth beget Shepheardess They say Wives of their Husbands live in fear Daphnis Of whom do Women rather domineer Shepheardess But thought of Child-bed Pains

swallows made One 'gainst the Custome in her old Nest staid The rest at Spring return'd the Crime perceive And the offending Bird of Life bereave Late yet she suffer'd she deserv'd before But then when she in Peeces Itys tore To Apollo pursuing Daphne Auson. THrow by thy Bow nor let thy Shafts appear She flies not thee but does thy weapons fear De Erotio Puella Mart. l. 5. Epigr. 38. SHe who than down of aged Swans more fair More soft was than Galaesian Lambkins are More beautious than those Shels Lucrinus shews Or Stones which Erythr●an Waves disclose Smooth as the Elephants new polish'd Tooth VVhiter than Lillies in their Virgin Growth Or Snow new fallen the colour of whose Tresses Outvy'd the German Curles or Baetick Fleeces VVhose Breath the Pestan Rosaries excell'd The hony in Hymaettian Hives distill'd Or chafed Ambers scent with whom conferr'd The Phaenix was but thought a common Bird She she in this new Tomb yet warm doth lye VVhom the stern hand of cruell Destiny In her sixth year e'r quite expir'd snatch'd hence And with her all my best Joyes yet 'gainst all sense Paetus perswades me not to grieve for her Fye saies he whilst his hair he seems to tear Art not asham'd to mourn thus for a Slave I have a Wife laid newly in the Grave Fair rich and noble yet I live you see O what than Paetus can more hardy be No sorrow sure a heart like his can kill H' hath gain'd * ten thousand Pounds yet he lives still On Mancinus a Prating Braggart Mart. l. 4. Epig. 61. THou mad'st thy Brags that late to thee a Friend A hundred Crowns did for a Present send But four days since when with the Wits we met Thou saidst Pompilla too or I forget Gave thee a rich Suite worth a thousand more * Scarlet of Tyre with gold embroyder'd o'r And swor'st that Madam Bassa sent thee late Two Em'rald Rings the Lady Caelia Plate And yesterday when at the Play we were At comming forth thou told'st me in my Ear There fell to thee that Morning the best part Of Fourscore Pounds per Annum next thy Heart What wrong have I thy poor Friend done thee that Thou thus shouldst torture me Leave leave this Chat For pitties sake or if thou 'lt not forbear Tell me then something that I 'd gladly hear On Picens Mart. l. 8. Epig. 62. PIcens the Backside of his Book doth fill With tedious Epigrams yet takes it ill Phoebus should shew himself his Back Friend still On Caius one of large Promises but small Performances Mart. l. 10. Epig. 16. IF not to give but say so giving be Caius for giving we will vie with thee What e'r the Spaniard in Gallician Feilds Digs up what the gold Stream of Tagus yields What the tann'd Indian dives for in the deep Or in its Nest th' Arabion Bird doth keep The wealth which Tyrian Caldrons boyl receive Bll this and more but so as thou dost give To Posthumus an Ill Liver Mart. l. 5. Epigr. 58. STill still thou cry'st to morrow I 'l live well But when will this to morrow come canst tell How far is 't hence or where is 't to be found Or upon Parthian or Armenian Ground Priams or Nostors years by this 't has got I wonder for how much it might be bought Thou 'lt live to morrow 't is too late to day Hee 's wise who yesterday I liv'd can say To Thelesinus Mart. l. 3. Epigr. 40. THou think'st th' hast shewn thy self a mighty friend 'Cause at my Sute thou fifty Pounds didst lend But if thou rich for lending may'st be said So great a Friend what I who Poor repaid On Cinna a bold Suter Mart. l. 3. Epigr. 60. THou say'st 't is nothing that thou ask'st me Why If thou ask'st nothing nothing I deny The happy life To Julius Martialis Mart. l. 10. Epig. 47. THose things which make life truly blest Sweetest Martial hear exprest Wealth left and not from Labour growing A gratefull soyl a Hearth still glowing No Strife small Business Peace of Mind Quick Wit a Body well inclin'd Wise Innocence Friends of one Heart Cheap Food a Table without Art Nights which nor Cares nor Surfets know No dull yet a chaste Bedfellow Sleeps which the tedious Hours contract Be what thou mayst be nor exact Ought more nor thy last Hour of breath Fear nor with wishes hasten Death Epitaphium Glaucae Mart. l. 6. Epig. 28. HEre Meliors Freed-man known so well Who by all Rome lamented fell His dearest Patrons short-liv'd Joy Glaucias beneath this Stone doth lye Neer the Flaminian Way interr'd Chast modest whom quick Wit preferr'd And happy Forme who to twelve past Scarce one year added that his Last If Passenger thou weep'st for such a Loss Mayst thou ne'r mourn for any other Cross To Sextus Mart. l. 2. Epig. 3. YOu say y'ow nothing and 't is true you say For he ows only who hath means to pay To Maximus Mart. l. 7. Epig. 72. TH' Esquiliae a House of thine doth show Mount Aventine and the Patrician Row Hence Cybells Fane thence Vesta's thou dost view From this th' Old Jupiter from that the New Where shall I meet thee in what Quarter tell He that does every where does no where dwell To Stella Mart. l. 7. Epigr. 35. VVHen my poor Villa could not storms sustain Nor watry Jove but swam in Flouds of Rain Thou sent'st me Tyles wherewith to make a Fence 'gainst the rude Tempests sudden violence We thank thee Stella but cold Winter's near The Villa 's coverd not the Villager On Parthenopaeus Mart. l. 11. Epig. 87. THy Doctor that he may asswage the Pain Of thy sore Throat which a sharp Cough doth strain Prescribes thee Hony sweet-meats luscious Pies Or what e'r else stills fretfull Childrens cries Yet leav'st thou not thy coughing now we see 'T is no sore Throat but sweet Tooth troubles thee On Philaenus Mart. l. 11. Epigr. 102. IF how Philaenus may be stil'd A Father who ne'r got a Child thou 'd'st know Davus can tell thee it Who is a Poet and ne'r writ The Choice of his Mistris Mart. l. Epigr. I would not have a VVench with such a VVaste As might be well with a Thumb-Ring embrac'd VVhose bony Hips which out on both sides stick Might serve for Graters and whose lean Knees prick One which a saw does in her back-Bone bear And in her Rump below carries a Spear Nor would I have her yet of Bulk so grosse That weigh'd should break the Scales at th' market-cross A meer unfathom'd lump of Grease no that Like they that will 't is Flesh I love not Fat To Sextus Mart. l. 2. Epig. 55. SExtus thou will'st that I should show Thee Honour where I love would ow And I obey since 't is thy will By Me thou shalt be honour'd still But Sextus if thou'lt honour'd be Thou shalt not then be lov'd by Me On Baucis an old drunken Crone Antholog Graec. BAucis

Men here He means the Ignorant the next you hear Is Periander's {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} That is Thought 's All in All a Thought-full Man But Lyndian Cleobulus does protest {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Mean in All is best Thales {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} cries Upon a Surety present Damage lies But this 'fore those who gain by it to tell May 'chance displease Now Solon comes farwell Exit Enter Solon LOe on the Roman Stage is Solon come Clad in his Graecian Ornaments To whom Fame gave the Prize of Wisdome from the rest But Fame is not of Censure the strict Test Nor first nor last I take my self to be For there 's no Order in Equalitie Well did the Delphick Prophet sport with him Who ask'd which first of the VVise-men might seem Saying if on a Globe their Names he writ None first or lowest he should find in it From midd'st of that learn'd Round come I that so VVhat once I spake to Craesus All here now Might take as spoken to themselves 'T is this {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} which is In English Mark of a long life the End 'Till then your Censure of All Men suspend Nor Miserable These nor happy Those Esteem for None are such till their last Close The Ground of this wee 'l in few Words display Craesus the Tyrant King of Lydia Happy and rich even to Excesse who wall'd The Temples of his Gods with pure Gold call'd Me from my Country to him We obey His Royall Summons went to Lydia Willing his Subjects by our means might find Their King improv'd and better'd in his Mind He asks Me whom I thought the happiest Man I said Telana the Athenian Who his life nobly for his Country gave He pishes at it will another have I told him then Aglaus who the Bounds Ne'r past in all his life of his own grounds Smiling he sayes what think you then of Me Esteem'd the happyest in the whole World We Reply'd his End could only make that known He takes this Ill I willing to be gon Kisse his hand and so leave him For some Ends Meantime 'gainst Persia he a War intends And all Things ready does in Person goe How speeds hee 's vanquish'd Prisoner to his foe And ready now to yeeld his latest Breath For by the Victor he was doom'd to death Upon the Funerall Pile rounded with Flames And smoak he thus with a loud voice exclames O Solon Solon now I plainly see Th' art a true Prophet thrice thus naming Me Mov'd with which words Cyrus the Conquerour Commands the Fire be quencht which by a showre Of Rain then falling happily was layd Thence to the King by a choice Guard convay'd And question'd who that Solon was and why He call'd so on his Name He for Reply In Order all declares Pitty at this The Heart of Cyrus moves and Craesus is Receiv'd to grace who in a Princely Port Liv'd after honour'd in the Persian Court Both Kings approv'd and prais'd Me but what I Said then to one let each Man here apply As spoke t' himself 't was for that end I came Farewell your liking let your hands proclame Exit Solon Enter Chilon MY Hips with sitting Eyes with seeing ake Expecting when Solon an End would make How little and how long you Atticks prate Scarce in three hundred Lines one word of Weight Or a grave Sentence how he lookt on me At going off Now Spartan Chilon see Who with Laconian Brevity commends To you the Knowledge of your selves kind Frends {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} carv'd in Delphos Fane 'T is a hard Work but recompenc'd with Gain Try your own strength examine what 't is you Have done already what you ought to doe All Duties of our Life as Modestie Honour and Constancie included be In this and Glory th' Idoll of these dayes I 've said Farewell I stay not for your Praise Exit Enter Cleobulus I Cleobulus though my Native Seat Be a small Isle am Author of a great And glorious Sentence {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} A Mean is best You Sirs that sit upon The fourteen middle Benches next unto Th' Orchestra best may judge if this be true Your Nodd shows your As●ent We thank you but We shall proceed in Order Was it not Your Afer though a Man he of late Time is That said once in this Place Ut ne quid Nimis And hither does our {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} aime The Dorick and the Latine mean the same In speaking being silent or in sleep In good Turns or in bad a mean still keep In study Labour or what else so e'r I 've said and that a Mean I keep end here Exit Enter Thales I 'm Thales who maintain as Pindar sings VVater to be th' originall of Things And on the Stage as those before am come T' assert the Truth of my own Axiom Perhaps by some 't may be offensive thought But not by those by sad experience taught {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} say we Be Surety and be sure a loser be A thousand Instances I could produce To prove Repentance is the only use That can be made of it but that We here Examples by their Names to cite forbear Make your own Application and conceive The Damage Men by this sole Act receive Nor this our good Intention take amiss You that like clap you that dislike it hiss Exit Enter Bias. I Am Priaenean Bias who once taught {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} That most men are naught I wish t' had been unspoke for Truth gains Hate But by bad Men I meant Illitterate And those who barbarously all Laws confound Religion Justice for within this Round I see none but are good believe all those Whom I proclame for bad amongst your Foes Yet there is none so partially apply'd To favour Vice but with the good will side VVhether he truly be such or would fain Of a good man the Reputation gain The hated name of an ill Man there 's none But flies if y' are all good your praise I 'm gone Exit Enter Pittacus I 'm Pittacus who once this Maxime penn'd {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} That 's Time apprehend But by Time we meant Time in Season as Intempore veni is your Roman Phrase And your own Comick Poet Terence he Chief of all things makes opportunity Where Dromo comes unto Antiphila I' th' nick of Time consider what I say And mark how many Inconvenience Sustain for want of this sole Providence But now 't is more than Time we should be gone Farewell and give your Approbation Exit Enter Periander NOw on the Stage see Periander move He who once said and what he said will prove {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Thought is all in all Since him a perfect Agent we may call Who first considers what he undergoes For we