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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

this man doe disagree Whom savage beasts whom Sthenele●an foe Nor Iuno could o'recome doth love o'rethrow Yet am I thought well match't ' cause Iove to mee 's Father in law and husband Hercules As different Steeres to draw do ill accord So a mean wife joyn'd to a greater Lord. No honour but a burthen 't is to me If well thou 'lt match match in thine owne degree To me my spouse a stranger is wilde beasts And monsters he with daily force infests Whilst I am busied with chaste prayers at home Lest by his direfull foes he be o'recome ' Mongst Serpents Boares and Lyons angry pawes I 'me tost on him me thinks dogges feast their jawes Beasts intrailes idle dreames of carefull night And ominous fancies doe my mind affright Each flickering breath of fame I catch at feare And hope like rule like sway in me doe beare Thy mother 's absent and lamenteth now She pleas'd a God thy Sire and Hyllus too Eur●stheus that fell Iuno's wrath doth move Enough I feele too long her ire doth prove But this is small strange love thou add'st to these By thee each one may mother be that please Not Auge in Parthenian vale defil'd Nor the base births of Astydamia milde Will I relate nor the Teuthrantian Quire Of which from thee none did a mayd retire That recent crime doth me the most upbraid By which to Lynus I am step-dame made Meander that in one redoubled course So often flowes and rowles his wheeling sourse Hath seene about thy neck a golden chaine That once did heavens faire starry vault sustaine Ah! didst not shame about thine armes t' enfold Rich bracelets set with glittring gemmes gold Those armes by which the Nemaean Lion dy'd Whose bristled skin in triumph grac'd thy side Dar'st thou more worthy farre of Poplar twine With a quaint tire crowne those harsh hairs of thine Didst thou not blush when in effeminate guise Meonian zone did thy vast wast comprize Thou thoughtst not sure of Diomedes then Who fed his pampred Steeds with flesh of men So drest had thee the fell Busiris seene He would have scorn'd by thee t' have conquerd been Let bold Antaeus loose those am'rous bands Lest he too grieve t' have fal'n by womanish hands 'T is sayd thou ' mongst Ionian maids didst set And balely spin fearing thy mistresse threat Nor dost refraine t' apply thy conquering hand To Osier maunds and like a Spinstresse stand Grosse threads thou draw'st with thy unweldy thumb And yield'st thy faire fac'd dame thy daily summe How oft hast thou through boistrous fingers stroke Thy course-spun-threads nay ev'n thy spindle broke And then for feare of rod and mistresse too Layd prostrate at her feet for mercie sue Besides which most of all thy glory soyles Thou brag'st and boast'st of thy triumphant spoyles How in thy render yeares with generous spright Thou overcam'st two horrid snakes in fight And the Tegaean Bore that wrought such ills On Cypresse-bearing Erimonthus hills Nor spar'●st t●ou Diomedes doore nayld head Nor Steeds with humane flesh dire dainties fed The triform'd Geryon Natures prodigie Large heards possessing doth thy tale supply Nor silent lies the triple-headed hound Whose ugly jawes black hissing snakes surround The fertile serpent she whose num'rous store Encreast and still grew rich by being poore Antaeus with torne jawes the pond'rous weight Of thy broad side thou doest at large relate And troopes ill trusting to their double force Which thou o're steep ●hessalian hills didst course ●nd couldst thou clad in soft Sydonian vaile Tell these and shame not cause thy tongue to faile Whilst with thine armes the Jardan nymph adornes Her selfe an● makes them trophies of thy scornes Goe now and blaze thy facts thy glory scan 'T is she that 's now become the abler man To whom so sarre inferiour thou art growne As thou' rt more great than those thou hast o'rethrown To her thy fame worth actions for feit are Give way for shee 's thy prayses lawfull heire Oh shame thy harsh and shaggy Lions hide Now vailes a womans smooth and nicer side Thou art deceiv'd those spoyles no Lions bee But thine the beast thou over cam'st she thee Nay she that scarce could distaffe rule before Now beares thy shafts dipt in Lernaean gore Teaching her hands to wield thy club grown bold And in her glasse doth thy fam'd Armes behold All this I heard yet scarce did credit fame Till through mine ears slie griefe my heart o'recame But now mine eyes the harlot have espy'd And such my griefe is I no more can hide Nor her conceal'st thou from me but i● spight Bring'st through the Citie to upbraid my sight Not with loose haires beneath a captives fate By her vaild face confessing her estate But most conspicuous in embroidered gold In such as Phrygia once did thee behold And lookes so stately on the following traine As though the raz'd Oechdlia stood againe Perhaps poore me divorc't thou meanst that she A harlots name layd by thy wife shall bee And guilty Hymen shall the hands combine Of Eurytaean Iöle with thine My mind 's astonisht at the ominous ill My hands faint cold doth all my members fill Yet once and with chast fires thou me didst love And in my cause didst twice thy courage prove Achelous sad his fronts rent ruines bore And shrunk his maim'd brow 'twixt the reedy shore The Contaure Nessus by thy shafts was slaine And with his crimson gore the streams did staine But wretchl what write I ● Fame report hath spred The shirt I sent thee hath thy torment bred Ah me what hath my rash love forc'd me try Why impious Deianeira doubt'st to dye Shall flames thy husbands flesh on Oeta rive And thou the cause of such an ill survive What shall I doe that to the world may prove I was thy wife my death shall shew my love And thou deare brother shalt in me descry A sister Deianeira straightway dye Oh cursed house the kingdome Agrius holds Deserted Oeneus feeble age enfolds One brother banisht strayes in forraigne land Th' other dy'd living in his fatall brand My mother fell by direfull steele then why O impious Deianeira doubt'st to dye Yet by our nuptiall rites I thee require Not to surmise I did thy death conspire For when thy shafts had pierc't the Centaures breast This bloud sayth he is with loves power possest A shirt I sent dipt in the poysonous dye Why impious Deianeira doubt'st to dye And now my Father Gorge and native soyle Deare brother banisht into sad exile And thou the latter light mine eyes shall view My spouse oh that thou wert and child adiew THE ARGVMENT OF ARIADNE'S Epistle to THESEVS MInos King of Creet having by sharpe warre revenged the death of his sonne Androgeus murthered by the Athenians enforc't them yet as tribute to send him every ninth yeare seven youths and as many virgines which be cast into the Labyrinth to be devoured of the Minotaur The lot at length

beare Oh! that thine eyes me from the ship had seene That sight to move thee had sufficient been Nay now though not with eyes with mind conceave And see how to a wave-beat rock I cleave Behold in mournfull sort my scattred haires And garments heavie as with raine with teares Like corn with north windes shook I quaking stand The lines I write mar'd by my trembling hand By no deserts since ill they sped I sue To thee no thankes unto my deeds be due Yet I no paine was though no cause to thee Of safety then be not deaths cause to me These hands now faint with beating to disease My breast to thee I stretch ore ampleseas These haires that yet are left to thee I spread By these teares pray teares for thy actions shed Turne back thy ship turne with the changing winde Though I am dead collect my bones you finde THE ARGVMENT of CANACE'S Epistle to MACAREVS MAcareus and Canace sonne and daughter to Aeolus beyond the bounds of naturall affection incestuously loved each other In fine Canace is brought ●o bed The nurse secretly conveyes the child which now at the doore exclaims is heard by Aeolus who detecting the crime mov'd wi●h rage and sha●e against so hideous a fact commands it to be expos'd unto the fury of wilde beasts To Canace he sends asword and would that she should expiate her crime by death which sh● accordingly intends Yet before the a●● as prologue to her Tragedy she writes unto herbrother who before had taken Sanctuarie at Delphos this her fate condoling Epistle IF any blots in these my lines appeare They by their mistresse murther caused were This hand a pen that doth a sword comprise And in my lap the limber paper lies This is my posture whilst to thee I write This my obdurate parent I delight Whom I now wish were present that so hee Might my ends authour and spectator bee And farre more fierce than his own winds dire shew With tearlesse cheekes my gaping wounds review 'T is much'mongst boistrous windes still verst to bee Iust with his peoples nature doth he gree The South the West and Northern winds he school● And Eurus with his stubborne wings he rules He o're his windes but not his wrath beares sway And his lesse Realme t' his greater vice gives way What boots it me by Grandsires rais'd to skies To reckon pow'rfull Iove ' mongst my allies If this in trembling hand sad gift I beare This ominous steele di●e motive of my feare Oh Macareu the day that us conjoyn'd In one would it fate for my last had sign'd To me why more than brother didst thou prove To thee why more than sister showd I love I burnt with hidden fires nor yet did know What God within me did indame me so Pale grew my cheekes leannesse my limbes consum'd And my forc't stomacke little meat assum'd My sleepes were broken each night seem'd a yeare Of sigh't I when no cause there did appeare Nor why I did it could a reason move Knew not what lovers were and yet did love My nurse with aged minde the ill first spy'd And Canace thou art in love she cry'd I blush● and in my bosome cast mine eyes Sufficient signes did from my silence rise And now my wombes foule load began t' increase And th'growing burthen did my limbs disease What hearbs what medicines did my Nurse not try And with her bold and ready hand apply Which me alone did from thy knowledge hide To force the clinging infant from my side But that alas too quick withstood her Art And all the helpe her Physicke could impart Nine Moones were past he tenth with silver bright Steeds drawne unto the world now shewd her light When sudden gripes cause my unwonted paine Vnapt the throes of child-birth to sustaine I straight cry'd out and wilt thou then unfold Thy crimes sayth she and did my mouth with-hold What should I doe paine urg'd me to exclaime But feare my nurse and shame forbad the same My groanes I then'supprest and words forbeare Fore't as I lay to drinke each falling teare Death was at hand Lucina chast deny'd All helpe and then thad been a sin t' have dy'd When thou layd by me with torne haire didst joyne And cherish my cold dying breast with thine And saydst deare sister live oh live my joy Nor in one body doe thou two destroy Let hope revive thee thou shalt once bee sayd His wife by whom thou art a mother made Trust me halfe dead I at thy words reviv'd And was at once of crime and load depriv'd Why at my birth doth joy thy hea●t surprize When ' tmust be hid 'las from my fathers eyes The busie Nurse with Olive branches round And gentle fillet● the poore infant bound A sacrifice she faign'd and lowd did pray My father and the people gave her way When neare the doore the childe cryes out beares Its owne sad message to my fathers eares The babe he caught and faigned rites espies The Palace rung with his incensed cries As gentle gales cause trembling seas to quake As sof● southwindes light Aspen leaves doe shake So might'st th'have seen my quiv'ting limbs with feare To move the bed that did my burthen beare When in he rusht prool liming my disgrace And scarce with-held his hands from off my face I blushing answerd in dumbe teares alone Throgh gelid feare my tongue was speechlesse grown The child he then comman ●s be made a pray To beasts or layd in some untroden way Which straight cry'd out as if poore soule it knew Its Grandsires wrath and did for mercie sue What heart I then had I to censure leave Which brother you may by your owne conceave When fore mine eyes my ravisht child was borne To be by mountaine wolves in peeces torne My father gone I fil'd with blacke despaire Beat my bar'd breast and bloodlesse cheeks did teare When soon a sad fac't guard appeares and beares This harsh unwelcome message to mine eares Eole to thee this sword then gave it sends And bids by merit know to what it tends We know sayd I well shall this sword be try'd My fathers gifts I 'le in my bosome hide And meanst thou thus to grace my nuptiall houre And raise thy daughters wealth by such a Dowre Mock't Hymen hence thy bridall Tapers take And nimbly these detested roofes forsake You Furies with your brands to me retire That from you flame● may spring my funerall fire And may ye Sisters mindfull of my state All better marry mov'd by better fate What hath my poore child done by what offence Could that scarce borne its grandsires wrath incense Alas he could not merit death no he Innocuous for my crimes must punisht be Oh! sonne thy mothers griefe and wilde beasts pray Vntimely rap't hence on thy births curst day Thou wretched pledge of my unluckie love One day thy first one day thy last did prove I was not suffered to embalme with teares Thy corpes or on thy

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