me too For his sake only hither am I come Rich Gifts I bring and Wealth an endless Sum All to redeem that fatal Prize you won A worthless Ransom for so brave a Son Fear the just Gods Achilles and on me With pity look think you your Father see Such as I am he is alone in this I can no equal have in Miseries Of all Mankind most wretched and forlorn Bow'd with such weight as never has been born Reduc'd to kneel and pray to you from whom The Spring and Source of all my Sorrows come With Gifts to court mine and my Country's Bane And kiss those hands which have my Children slain He spake Now sadness o're Achilles face appears And viewing Priam for his Father fears That and Compassion melt him into Tears Then gently with his hand he put away Old Priam's Face but he still prostrate lay And there with tears and sighs afresh did moan Th' untimely death of his beloved Son But Passion diff'rent ways Achilles turns Now he Patroclus now his Father mourns Thus both with Lamentations fill'd the place Till Sorrow seem'd to wear one common face THE LAMENTATIONS OF Hecuba Andromache and Helen Over the Dead Body of HECTOR Translated from the Greek of Homer 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 By Mr. CONGREVE Beginning at this Line 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 Connexion of this with the former Translation Priam at last moves Achilles to Compassion and after having made him Presents of great value obtains the Body of his Son Mercury awakens Priam early in the Morning and advises him to haste away with the Body lest Agamemnon should be informed of his being in the Camp He himself helps to harness the Mules and Horses and conveys him safely and without noise Chariot and all from among the Grecian Tents then flies up to Heaven leaving Priam and Idaeus to travel on with the Body toward Troy Now did the Saffron Morn her beams display Gilding the Face of Universal Day When mourning Priam to the Town return'd Slowly his Chariot mov'd as that had mourn'd The Mules beneath the mangled Body go As bearing now unusual weight of Woe To Pergamus high top Cassandra flies Thence she afar the sad Procession spies Her Father and Idoeus first appear Then Hector's Corps extended on a Bier At which her boundless grief loud Cries began And thus lamenting thro the Streets she ran Hither ye wretched Trojans hither all Behold the Godlike Hector's Funeral If e're you went with Joy to see him come Adorn'd with Conquest and with Lawrels home Assemble now his Ransom'd Body see What once was all your Joy now all your Misery She spake and streight the num'rous Crow'd obey'd Nor Man nor Woman in the City staid Common consent of Grief had made 'em one With clam'rous moan to Scoeas Gate they run There the lov'd Body of their Hector meet Which they with loud and fresh lamentings greet His Rev'rend Mother and his Tender Wife Equal in Love in Grief had equal strife In Sorrow they no Moderation knew But wildly wailing to the Chariot flew There strove the rowling Wheels to hold while each Attempted first his breathless Corps to reach Aloud they beat their Breasts and tore their Hair Rending around with shrieks the suff'ring air Now had the throng of People stop'd the way Who wou'd have there lamented all the day But Priam from his Chariot rose and spake Trojans enough Truce with your Sorrows make Give way to me and yield the Chariot room First let me bear my Hector's Body home Then mourn your fill At this the Crowd gave way Opening a Pass like Waves of a divided Sea Idoeus to the Palace drove then laid With care the Body on a Sumptuous Bed And round about were skilful Singers plac'd Who wept and sigh'd and in sad notes express'd Their Moan All in a Chorus did agree Of Universal Mournful Harmony Andromache alone no Notes cou'd find No Musick wild enough for her distracted Mind Her Grief long smother'd now from silence broke And thus close pressing his pale Cheeks she spoke Andromache 's Lamentation O my lost Husband let me ever mourn Thy early Fate and too untimely Urn In the full Pride of Youth thy Glories fade And thou in ashes must with them be laid Why is my Heart thus miserably torn Why am I thus distress'd why thus forlorn Am I that wretched thing a Widow left Why do I live who am of Life bereft Yet I were blest were I alone undone Alas my Child where can an Infant run Unhappy Orphan thou in Woes art nurst Why were you born I am with blessings curst For long e're thou shalt be to Manhood grown Wide Desolation will lay waste this Town Who is there now that can Protection give Since He who was her strength no more doth live Who of her Rev'rend Matrons will have care Who save her Children from the Rage of War For He to all Father and Husband was And all are Orphans now and Widows by his loss Soon will the Grecians now insulting come And bear us Captives to their distant home I with my Child must the same Fortune share And all alike be Pris'ners of the War 'Mongst base-born Wretches he his Lot must have And be to some inhuman Lord a Slave Else some avenging Greek with Fury fill'd Or for an only Son or Father kill'd By Hector's hand on him will vent his Rage And with his Blood his thirsty grief asswage For many fell by his relentless hand Biting that ground which with their Blood was stain'd Fierce was thy Father O my Child in War And never did his Foe in Battel spare Thence come these suff'rings which so much have cost Much woe to all but sure to me the most I saw him not when in the pangs of Death Nor did my Lips receive his latest breath Why held he not to me his dying hand And why receiv'd not I his last Command Something he wou'd have said had I been there Which I shou'd still in sad remembrance bear For I cou'd never never words forget Which Night and Day I wou'd with Tearsrepeat She spake and wept afresh when all around A gen'ral Sigh diffus'd a mournful sound Then Hecuba who long had been opprest With boiling Passions in her Aged Breast Mingling her words with sighs and tears begun A Lamentation for her Darling Son Hecuba 's Lamentation Hector my Joy and to my Soul more dear Than all my other num'rous Issue were O my last Comfort and my best belov'd Thou at whose fall ev'n Jove himself was mov'd And sent a God his dread Commands to bear So far thou wert High Heav'n's peculiar care From fierce Achilles Chains thy Corps was freed So kind a Fate was for none else decreed For all my other Sons ta'ne by his hands Were sold like Slaves and shipt to Foreign Lands Thou too wert sentenc'd by his barb'rous Doom And dragg'd when dead about Patroclus Tomb His lov'd Patroclus whom thy hands
Mountain Trees in distant prospect please E're yet the Pine descended to the Seas E're Sails were spread new Oceans to explore And happy Mortals unconcern'd for more Confin'd their Wishes to their Native Shoar No walls were yet nor sence nor mote nor mownd Nor Drum was heard nor Trumpets angry sound Nor Swords were forg'd but void of Care and Crime The soft Creation slept away their time The teeming Earth yet guiltless of the Plough And unprovok'd did fruitful Stores allow Content with Food which Nature freely bred On Wildings and on Strawberries they fed Cornels and Bramble-berries gave the rest And falling Acorns furnisht out a Feast The Flow'rs un-sown in Fields and Meadows reign'd And Western Winds immortal Spring maintain'd In following years the bearded Corn ensu'd From Earth unask'd nor was that Earth renew'd From Veins of Vallies Milk and Nectar broke And Honey sweating through the pores of Oak The Silver Age. But when Good Saturne banish'd from above Was driv'n to Hell the World was under Jove Succeeding times a Silver Age behold Excelling Brass but more excell'd by Gold Then Summer Autumn Winter did appear And Spring was but a Season of the Year The Sun his Annual course obliquely made Good days contracted and enlarg'd the bad Then Air with sultry heats began to glow The wings of winds were clogg'd with Ice and Snow And shivering Mortals into Houses driv'n Sought shelter from th'inclemency of Heav'n Those Houses then were Caves or homely Sheds With twining Oziers fenc'd and Moss their Beds Then Ploughs for Seed the fruitful furrows broke And Oxen labour'd first beneath the Yoke The Brazen Age. To this came next in course the Brazen Age A Warlike Offspring prompt to Bloody Rage Not Impious yet The Iron Age. Hard Steel succeeded then And stubborn as the Mettal were the Men. Truth Modesty and Shame the World forsook Fraud Avarice and Force their places took Then Sails were spread to every Wind that blew Raw were the Sailors and the Depths were new Trees rudely hollow'd did the Waves sustain E're Ships in Triumph plough'd the watry Plain Then Land-marks limited to each his right For all before was common as the light Nor was the Ground alone requir'd to bear Her annual Income to the crooked share But greedy Mortals rummaging her Store Digg'd from her Entrails first the precious Oar Which next to Hell the prudent Gods had laid And that alluring ill to sight displaid Thus cursed Steel and more accursed Gold Gave mischief birth and made that mischief bold And double death did wretched Man invade By Steel assaulted and by Gold betray'd Now brandish'd Weapons glittering in their hands Mankind is broken loose from moral Bands No Rights of Hospitality remain The Guest by him who harbour'd him is slain The Son in Law pursues the Father's life The Wife her Husband murders he the Wife The Step-dame Poyson for the Son prepares The Son inquires into his Father's years Faith flies and Piety in Exile mourns And Justice here opprest to Heav'n returns The Gyants War Nor were the Gods themselves more safe above Against beleaguer'd Heav'n the Gyants move Hills pii'd on Hills on Mountains Mountains lie To make their mad approaches to the Skie Till Jove no longer patient took his time T' avenge with Thunder their audacious Crime Red Light'ning plaid along the Firmament And their demolish't Works to pieces rent Sing'd with the Flames and with the Bolts transfixt With Native Earth their Blood the Monsters mixt The Blood indu'd with animating heat Did in th' Impregnant Earth new Sons beget They like the Seed from which they sprung accurst Against the Gods Immortal Hatred nurst An Impious Arrogant and Cruel Brood Expressing their Original from Blood Which when the King of Gods beheld from high Withal revolving in his memory What he himself had found on Earth of late Lycaon's Guilt and his Inhuman Treate He sigh'd nor longer with his Pity strove But kindl'd to a Wrath becoming Jove Then call'd a General Council of the Gods Who Summon'd Issue from their Blest Abodes And fill th' Assembly with a shining Train A way there is in Heavens expanded Plain Which when the Skies are clear is seen below And Mortals by the Name of Milky know The Ground-work is of Stars through which the Road Lyes open to the Thunderer's Abode The Gods of greater Nations dwell around And on the Right and Left the Palace bound The Commons where they can the Nobler sort With Winding-doors wide open front the Court This Place as far as Earth with Heav'n may vie I dare to call the Loovre of the Skie When all were plac'd in Seats distinctly known And he their Father had assum'd the Throne Upon his Iv'ry Sceptre first he leant Then shook his Head that shook the Firmament Air Earth and Seas obey'd th' Almighty nod And with a gen'ral fear confess'd the God At length with Indignation thus he broke His awful silence and the Pow'rs bespoke I was not more concern'd in that debate Of Empire when our Universal State Was put to hazard and the Giant Race Our Captive Skies were ready to imbrace For tho' the Foe was fierce the Seeds of all Rebellion sprung from one Original Now wheresoever ambient waters glide All are corrupt and all must be destroy'd Let me this Holy Protestation make By Hell and Hell 's inviolable Lake I try'd whatever in the God-Head lay But gangreen'd Members must be lopt away Before the Nobler Parts are tainted to decay There dwells below a Race of Demi-Gods Of Nymphs in Waters and of Fawns in Woods Who tho not worthy yet in Heav'n to live Let 'em at least enjoy that Earth we give Can these be thought securely lodg'd below When I my self who no Superior know I who have Heav'n and Earth at my command Have been attempted by Lycaon's Hand At this a murmur thro' the Synod went And with one Voice they vote his Punishment Thus when Conspiring Traytors dar'd to doom The fall of Caesar and in him of Rome The Nations trembled with a pious fear All anxious for their Earthly Thunderer Nor was their care O Caesar less esteem'd By thee than that of Heav'n for Jove was deem'd Who with his Hand and Voice did first restrain Their Murmurs then resum'd his Speech again The Gods to silence were compos'd and sate With Reverence due to his Superior State Cancel your pious Cares already he Has paid his Debt to Justice and to me Yet what his Crimes and what my Judgments were Remains for me thus briefly to declare The Clamours of this vile degenerate Age The Cries of Orphans and th'Oppressor's Rage Had reach'd the Stars I will descend said I In hope to prove this loud Complaint a Lye Disguis'd in Humane Shape I Travell'd round The World and more than what I hear'd I found O're Moenalus I took my steepy way By Caverns infamous for Beasts of Prey Then cross'd Cyllenè and the piny shade More infamous by Curst Lycaon made Dark
and Steeds and Chariots drive The Prize was Fame In witness of Renown An Oaken Garland did the Victor crown The Lawrel was not yet for Triumphs born But every Green alike by Phoebus worn Did with promiscuous Grace his flowing Locks adorn The Transformation of Daphne into a Lawrel The first and fairest of his Loves was she Whom not blind Fortune but the dire decree Of angry Cupid forc'd him to desire Daphne her name and Peneus was her Sire Swell'd with the Pride that new Success attends He sees the Stripling while his Bow he bends And thus insults him thou lascivious Boy Are Arms like these for Children to employ Know such atchivements are my proper claim Due to my vigour and unerring aim Resistless are my Shafts and Python late In such a feather'd Death has found his fate Take up thy Torch and lay my Weapons by With that the feeble Souls of Lovers fry To whom the Son of Venus thus reply'd Phoebus thy Shafts are sure on all beside But mine on Phoebus mine the Fame shall be Of all thy Conquests when I conquer thee He said and soaring swiftly wing'd his flight Nor stopt but on Parnassus airy height Two diff'rent Shafts he from his Quiver draws One to repel desire and one to cause One Shaft is pointed with refulgent Gold To bribe the Love and make the Lover bold One blunt and tipt with Lead whose base allay Provokes disdain and drives desire away The blunted bolt against the Nymph he drest But with the sharp transfixt Apollo's Breast Th' enamour'd Deity pursues the Chace The scornful Damsel shuns his loath'd Embrace In hunting Beasts of Prey her Youth employs And Phoebe Rivals in her rural Joys With naked Neck she goes and Shoulders bare And with a Fillet binds her flowing Hair By many Suitors sought she mocks their pains And still her vow'd Virginity maintains Impatient of a Yoke the name of Bride She shuns and hates the Joys she never try'd On Wilds and Woods she fixes her desire Nor knows what Youth and kindly Love inspire Her Father chides her oft thou ow'st says he A Husband to thy self a Son to me She like a Crime abhors the Nuptial Bed She glows with blushes and she hangs her head Then casting round his Neck her tender Arms Sooths him with blandishments and filial Charms Give me my Lord she said to live and die A spotless Maid without the Marriage Tye. 'T is but a small request I beg no more Than what Diana's Father gave before The good old Sire was softn'd to consent But said her Wish wou'd prove her Punishment For so much Youth and so much Beauty joyn'd Oppos'd the State which her desires design'd The God of light aspiring to her Bed Hopes what he seeks with flattering fancies fed And is by his own Oracles mis-led And as in empty Fields the Stubble burns Or nightly Travellers when day returns Their useless Torches on dry Hedges throw That catch the Flames and kindle all the row So burns the God consuming in desire And feeding in his Breast a fruitless Fire Her well-turn'd Neck he view'd her Neck was bare And on her Shoulders her dishevel'd Hair Oh were it comb'd said he with what a grace Wou'd every waving Curl become her Face He view'd her Eyes like Heavenly Lamps that shone He view'd her Lips too sweet to view alone Her taper Fingers and her panting Breast He praises all he sees and for the rest Believes the Beauties yet unseen are best Swift as the Wind the Damsel fled away Nor did for these alluring Speeches stay Stay Nymph he cry'd I follow not a Foe Thus from the Lyon trips the trembling Doe Thus from the Wolf the frightn'd Lamb removes And from pursuing Faulcons fearful Doves Thou shunn'st a God and shunn'st a God that loves Ah lest some thorn shou'd pierce thy tender foot Or thou shou'd'st fall in flying my pursuit To sharp uneven ways thy steps decline Abate thy speed and I will bate of mine Yet think from whom thou dost so rashly fly Nor basely born nor Shepherd's Swain am I. Perhaps thou know'st not my Superior State And from that ignorance proceeds thy hate Me Claros Delphos Tenedos obey These Hands the Patareian Scepter sway The King of Gods begot me What shall be Or is or ever was in Fate I see Mine is th' invention of the charming Lyre Sweet notes and Heav'nly numbers I inspire Sure is my Bow unerring is my Dart But ah more deadly his who pierc'd my Heart Med'cine is mine what Herbs and Simples grow In Fields and Forrests all their pow'rs I know And am the great Physician call'd below Alas that Fields and Forrests can afford No Remedies to heal their Love-sick Lord To cure the pains of Love no Plant avails And his own Physick the Physician fails She heard not half so furiously she flies And on her Ear th' imperfect accent dies Fear gave her Wings and as she fled the wind Increasing spread her flowing Hair behind And left her Legs and Thighs expos'd to view Which made the God more eager to pursue The God was young and was too hotly bent To lose his time in empty Compliment But led by Love and fir'd with such a sight Impetuously pursu'd his near delight As when th'impatient Greyhound slipt from far Bounds o're the Glebe to course the fearful Hare She in her speed does all her safety lay And he with double speed pursues the Prey O're-runs her at the sitting turn and licks His Chaps in vain and blows upon the Flix She scapes and for the neighb'ring Covert strives And gaining shelter doubts if yet she lives If little things with great we may compare Such was the God and such the flying Fair. She urg'd by fear her feet did swiftly move But he more swiftly who was urg'd by Love He gathers ground upon her in the chace Now breaths upon her Hair with nearer pace And just is fast'ning on the wish'd Embrace The Nymph grew pale and in a mortal fright Spent with the labour of so long a flight And now despairing cast a mournful look Upon the Streams of her Paternal Brook Oh help she cry'd in this extreamest need If Water Gods are Deities indeed Gape Earth and this unhappy Wretch intomb Or change my form whence all my sorrows come Scarce had she finish'd when her Feet she found Benumm'd with cold and fasten'd to the Ground A filmy rind about her Body grows Her Hair to Leaves her Arms extend to Boughs The Nymph is all into a Lawrel gone The smoothness of her Skin remains alone Yet Phoebus loves her still and casting round Her Bole his Arms some little warmth he found The Tree still panted in th' unfinish'd part Not wholly vegetive and heav'd her Heart He fixt his Lips upon the trembling Rind It swerv'd aside and his Embrace declin'd To whom the God because thou can'st not be My Mistress I espouse thee for my Tree Be thou the prize of Honour and Renown The
have procur'd some Stock to proceed upon I will give Publick Notice of it And I hope the Gentlemen who approve of this Design will promote it by sending such Copies as they judge will be acceptable Your very humble Servant JACOB TONSON THE CONTENTS THE First Book of Ovid's Metamorphoses Translated into English Verse by Mr. Dryden Page x The Golden-Age 8 The Silver Age. 10 The Brazen Age 11 The Iron Age. Ibid. The Gyant 's War 13 The Transformation of Daphne into a Lawrel 39 The Transformation of Io into a Heifar 49 The Eyes of Argos Transform'd into a Peacocks Train 58 The Transformation of Syrinx into Reeds 60 The Fable of Iphis and Ianthe from the Ninth Book of the Metamorphoses Englished by Mr. Dryden 70 The Fable of Acis Polyphemus and Galatea from the Thirteenth Book of the Metamorphoses Englished by Mr. Dryden 84 On Mr. Hobbs By the Earl of Mulgrave 99 On the Death of the Learned Mr. John Selden 104 Against Immoderate Grief To a young Lady weeping An Ode in imitation of Casimire By Mr. Yalden 111 To the Returning Sun By J. H. 114 Against the Fear of Death By a Person of Honour 117 The Dream Occasioned by the Death of the most Noble and Vertuous Lady Elizabeth Seymour Mother to his Grace the Duke of Somerset By Mr. J. Talbot 121 A Hymn to the Morning In Praise of Light An Ode By Mr. Yalden 127 A Hymn to Darkness By Mr. Yalden 132 AEneas his meeting with Dido in the Elvsian Fields being a Translation of the Sixth Book of Virgil's AEnids By Mr. Wolsley 138 Out of the Italian of Fulvio Testi to Count Montecuccoli Against Pride upon sudden Advancement 143 Catullus Epig. 19. By the same Hand as the former 148 Out of the Greek of Menage By the same Hand as the former 150 Invitation into the Country In imitation of the 34th Epig. of Catullus By the same Hand as the former 151 On Mrs. Arabello Hunt Singing A Pindarique Ode By Mr. Congreve 153 To a Person of Honour Upon his Incomparable Incomprehensible Poem By Mr. Waller 159 On the same by Dr. S 162 Another on the same By Mr. Mat. Clifford 164 On the same By the Ld. V. 165 On two Verses out of the same By the Duke of Buckingham 166 To the Prince and Princess of Orange upon their Marriage By Nat. Lee. 168 Against Sloath. When the King was at Oxford 175 What art thou Love By Mr. J. Allestry 178 Verses spoken before the Duke and Dutchess of York and Lady Anne in Oxford Theatre By the Ld. S. and Mr. C. 181 Humane Life suppos'd to be spoken by an Epicure in imitation of the second Chapter of the Wisdom of Solomon A Pindarique Ode Inscribed to the Lord Hunsdon By Mr. Yalden 188 To Mr. Waller Upon the Copy of Verses made by himself on the last Copy in his Book 197 Elogy Occasion'd by the Reading and Transcribing Mr. Edmund Waller's Poem of Divine Love since his Death By Mr. J. Talbot 199 Moschus Idyl 1st Done into English by Mr. J. R. 201 Against Enjoyment By Mr. Yalden 204 Priam's Lamentation and Petition to Achilles for the Body of his Son Hector Translated from the Greek of Homer By Mr. Congreve 207 The Lamentations of Hecuba Andromache and Helen over the dead Body of Hector Translated from the Greek of Homer By Mr. Congreve 215 Paraphrase upon Horace Ode 19. Lib. 1. By Mr. Congreve 227 Horace Lib. 2. Ode 14. Imitated by Mr. Congreve 229 An Ode in Imitation of Horace Ode 9. Lib. 1. By Mr. Congreve 234 To the Dut hess on her Return from Scotland in the Year 1682. By Mr. Dryden 239 A Song for St. Cecelia's Day 1687. Written by John Dryden Esquire and Compos'd by Mr. John Baptist Draghi 242 To Mr. Dryden By Mr. Jo. Addison 247 To Mr. Dryden on his Translation of Persius By Mr. B. Higgons 250 To Sir Godfrey Kneller drawing my Lady Hides Picture By Mr. B. Higgons 253 Song on a Lady indispos'd By Mr. Higgons 254 Song to a Fair young Lady going out of the Town in the Spring By Mr. Dryden 255 A Song by my Ld. R. 258 A Song by my Ld. R. 259 A Paean or Song of Triumph on the Translation and Apothesis of King Charles the Second By my Ld. R. 260 Out of Horace By my Ld. R. 262 To a Lady who Raffling for the King of France's Picture flung the highest Chances on the Dice By Mr. B. Higgons 264 On my Lady Sandwich's being stay'd in Town by the immoderate Rain By Mr. B. Higgons 266 Ovid's Love-Elegies Bock 1. Eleg. 7. To his Mistress whom he had beaten By Henry Cromwell Esq 268 Ovid's Love-Elegies Book 1. Eleg. 8. Of Love and War By Henry Cromwell Esquire 273 Ovid's Love-Elegies Book 1. Eleg. 10. To his Mercenary Mistress By Henry Cromwell Esquire 277 Ovid's Love-Elegies Book 1. Eleg. 15. Of the Immortality of the Muses Inscrib'd to Mr. Dryden By Henry Cromwell Esquire 282 Ovid's Love-Elegies Book 3. Eleg. 2. To his Mistress at the Horse-Race By Henry Cromwell Esquire 286 Ovid's Love-Elegies Book 3. Eleg. 3. Of his Perjur'd Mistress By Henry Cromwell Esq 291 To the Lady Castlemain upon her incouraging his first Play By Mr. Dryden 295 Prologue to the University of Oxford 1681. By Mr. Dryden 299 Prologue by Mr. Dryden 302 Considerations on the Eighty Eighth Psalm By Mr. Prior. 305 Veni Creator Spiritus Translated in Paraphrase By Mr. Dryden 307 The Curse of Babylon Paraphras'd from the Thirteenth Chapter of Isaia A Pindarique Ode By Tho. Yalden 310 Out of Horace Lib. 2. Ode 3. 321 The Grove 325 Love but One. 326 To the Author of Sardanapalus upon that and his other Writings 328 Of my Lady Hide Occasion'd by the sight of her Picture By Mr. George Granville 329 An Imitation of the second Chorus in the second Act of Seneca's Thyestes By Mr. George Granville 331 Amor omnibus idem Or the Force of Love in all Creatures being a Translation of some Verses in Virgil's third Georgick from verse 209. to verse 285. 335 To Mr. Congreve An Epistolary Ode Occasion'd by his Play From Mr. Yalden 343 On his Mistress drown'd By Mr. S 349 To the Pious Memory of the Accomplisht young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew Excellent in the two Sister-Arts of Poesie and Painting An Ode By Mr. Dryden 351 To the Earl of Carlisle upon the Death of his Son before Luxemburgh 364 The Insect Against Bulk By Mr. Yalden 370 Written in a Lady's Advice to a Daughter 373 Written in a Lady's Waller 375 Written in the Leaves of a Fan 377 An Incomparable Ode of Malherb's Written by him when the Marriage was a foot between the King of France and Anne of Austria Translated by a Person of Quality a great Admirer of the easiness of the French Poetry 378 On the Dutchess of Portimouth's Picture 380 A Song By the Earl of Rochester 381 Song for the King's Birth Day 383 A Song 387 A Song 389 Song 391
in his Power and Might He vail'd the beatifick Light When terrible with Majesty In tempests he gave Laws and clad himself in Thee 16. E're the Foundation of the Earth was laid Or brighter Firmament was made E're Matter Time or Place were known Thou Monarch Darkness sway'dst these spacious Realms alone 17. But now the Moon tho' gay with borrow'd light Invades thy scanty Lot of Night By Rebel Subjects thou' rt betray'd The Anarchy of Stars depose their Monarch shade 18. Yet fading Light its Empire must resign And Nature's Power submit to Thine An Universal ruin shall erect thy Throne And Fate confirm thy Kingdom evermore thy own AENEAS HIS Meeting with DIDO In the ELYZIAN FIELDS Being a Translation of part of the sixth Book of Virgil's AEneids beginning at Hic quoque durus Amor c. By Mr. WOLSLEY HERE those who by Love's Cruelty have dy'd Thick Myrtle Groves and dark Retirements hide Vex'd with old Griefs and pale with long Despairs Death cannot free them from their lasting Cares Among the Trees Pasiphae does appear Phedra and Procris and Evadne here Sad Eriphyle makes unpity'd moan Pointing to Wounds that still accuse her Son For her lost Honour Coeneus mourns in vain By Death transform'd to her own Sex again And Laodamia with the numerous throng Of hapless Lovers weeping goes along Among the rest sorsaken Dido round The Desart wanders with a gaping Wound Whom soon as near the Trojan Hero drew And that upbraiding injur'd Ghost through glimmering Shadows knew As he who sees by the faint gloomy Light A rising Moon half hid in Clouds and Night Straight into Tears his penitent Pity broke And to her in the kindest terms of Love unfeign'd he spoke The killing News that did my flight pursue I find alas unhappy Queen is true Your mark still fresh upon your Breast I see That bleeding Wound you gave your self for Me. Ah 't is too true I was th' unlucky Cause Of your hard fate curs'd wretched Man I was By all the Gods who rule above I vow And by that Faith if any be which Sacred is below Compell'd and threaten'd sad and discontent From your lov'd Shore and dear Embrace I went That awful Pow'r whose high Will to obey Even now thro' these Infernal Shades and dismal paths I stray Thro' endless Night and unknown Desart Lands Force me delaying by his dread Commands Nor cou'd I think the loss of me wou'd touch Your Heart so deep You valu'd me too much Oh stay and take not from my Eyes unkind A Face for ever present to my mind Whom do you fly see him you held so dear His just defence and last farewel do not refuse to hear With such soft words th' afflicted Hero strove To sooth her Anger and revive her Love While rising Sighs oft stopt him as he spoke And falling tears the tender accents broke The Queen who still resented his last flight Now turns her Eyes from his unwelcome sight And on the ground with sad remembrance strook She fix'd a sullen and dejected look Deaf to his Vows regardless of his Tears Hard as a Rock her once kind Heart appears And his vain Courtship unconcern'd she hears Frowning at length averse to all he said Into the thickest of the Wood she fled Where her first Love attracts her just desires Shares all her Griefs and burns in equal Fires Wounded afresh with that reproachful sight Afar the Prince pursues her scornful flight And long lamenting her unhappy Fate With fruitless Sorrow pities her too late Out of the ITALIAN OF FULVIO TESTI TO Count Montecuccoli AGAINST Pride upon sudden Advancement Ruscelletto Orgoglioso C. 1. PRoud and foolish noisie Stream Who to some muddy Plash thy Birth dost owe Which casually a Brook became Assisted by the Rain and melting Snow Tho' now thou boasts thy swelling Tide August will soon be here and end thy short-liv'd Pride 2. The Thames great King of Floods the Thames With peaceful Course hastes gently to the Main Yet He upon his silent Streams The tallest Vessels does with ease sustain And while one Summer Thee devours His Flood shall ne're decrease not Time contract his Shores 3. Thou foam'st and boil'st along the Plain The Flocks and Shepherds threatning by the way Through borrow'd Waters basely vain List'st up thy head and do'st regardless stray Troubled Oblique and this alone Thy noisie Pride is All which thou canst call Thy own 4. I know Sir you may well admire To hear me Reason with a deaf'ning Stream But thus the Muse oft strikes the Lyre When she 'd most Lofty and Majestick seem And in Mysterious Numbers shrowd Deep Oracles too deep for the unthinking Croud 5. While thus I spake there did appear Phoebus the God of every tuneful Lay A Lawrel crown'd his beamy Hair Which with a brighter Light improv'd the Day And thus he what I saw apply'd Short is th' incertain Reign and Pomp of Mortal Pride 6. New turns and changes every day Are of inconstant Chance the constant Arts Soon she gives soon takes away She comes embraces nauseates you and parts But if she stays or if she goes The wise Man little Joy or little Sorrow shows 7. Good is the Pilot who preserves His shatter'd Vessel on the Stormy Main But he no leass applause deserves Who fears the Flattery of the Watry Plain Who never trusts the fairest Gale But dreads to be o'reset and spreads but little Sail. 8. Of all the Heroes known of old I honour most Agathocles's Name Who tho' he made the sparkling Gold In polish'd Goblets on his Table flame To temper and rebate its Ray He mixt his Father's Trade the good old Potter's Clay 9. While thus the Charming God went on And fixt in Wonder and Delight I stood Behold the Upstart Stream was gone No drop remain'd of its insulting Flood But the worst Cattle of the Plain Trod o're the thirsty Sand and spurn'd it with disdain CATULLUS EPIG 19. Suffenus iste Vare quem probè nôsti BY The same Hand as the former SUFFENUS whom you know the Witty The Gay the Talkative and Pretty And all his Wonders to rehearse The THING which makes a World of Verse I 'm certain I shou'd not bely him To say he has several thousands by him Yet none deform'd with Critick blot Or wrote on Vellom to rub out Royal Paper Scarlet Strings Gilded Backs and such fine things But When you read 'em then the Witty The Gay Suffenus and the Pretty Is the dullest heaviest Clown So alter'd he can scarce be known This is strange that he who now Cou'd so flatter laugh and bow So much Wit such breeding show Shou'd be so ungenteel a Wight Whenever he attempts to write And yet the Wretch is ne're so pleas'd As when he 's with this madness seiz'd Faith Sir w' are all deceiv'd alike All Labour in the same mistake Nor is the best of Men so clear From every Folly but somewhere Still the Suffenus will appear Quickly we
ordain'd Above For Tongues of Angels and for Hymns of Love O wretched We why were we hurry'd down This lubrique and adult'rate age Nay added fat Pollutions of our own T' increase the steaming Ordures of the Stage What can we say t' excuse our Second Fall Let this thy Vestal Heav'n attone for all Her Arethusian Stream remains unsoil'd Unmixt with Forreign Filth and undefil'd Her Wit was more than Man her Innocence a Child 5. Art she had none yet wanted none For Nature did that Want supply So rich in Treasures of her Own She might our boasted Stores defy Such Noble Vigour did her Verse adorn That it seem'd borrow'd where'twasonly born Her Morals too were in her Bosom bred By great Examples daily fed What in the best of Books her Father's Life she read And to be read her self she need not fear Each Test and ev'ry Light her Muse will bear Though Epictetus with his Lamp were there Ev'n Lóve for Love sometimes her Muse exprest Was but a Lambent-flame which play'd about her Breast Light as the Vapours of a Morning Dream So cold her self whilst she such Warmth exprest 'T was Cupid bathing in Diana's Stream 6. Born to the Spacious Empire of the Nine One wou'd have thought she shou'd have been content To manage well that Mighty Government But what can young ambitious Souls confine To the next Realm she stretcht her Sway For Painture near adjoyning lay A plenteous Province and alluring Prey A Chamber of Dependences was fram'd As Conquerors will never want Pretence When arm'd to justifie th' Offence And the whole Fief in right of Poetry she claim'd The Country open lay without Defence For Poets frequent In-rodes there had made And perfectly cou'd represent The Shape the Face with ev'ry Lineament And all the large Demains which the Dumb-sister sway'd All bow'd beneath her Government Receiv'd in Triumph wheresoe're she went Her Pencil drew what e're her Soul design'd And oft the happy Draught surpass'd the Image in her Mind The Sylvan Scenes of Herds and Flocks And fruitful Plains and barren Rocks Of shallow Brooks that flow'd so clear The bottom did the top appear Of deeper too and ampler Floods Which as in Mirrors shew'd the Woods Of lofty Trees with Sacred Shades And Perspectives of pleasant Glades Where Nymphs of brightest Form appear And shaggy Satyrs standing near Which them at once admire and fear The Ruines too of some Majestick Piece Boasting the Pow'r of ancient Rome or Greece Whose Statues Freezes Columns broken lie And tho' defac'd the Wonder of the Eye What Nature Art bold Fiction e're durst frame Her forming Hand gave Feature to the Name So strange a Concourse ne're was seen before But when the peopl'd Ark the whole Creation bore 7. The Scene then chang'd with bold Erected Look Our Martial King the sight with Reverence strook For not content t' express his Outward Part Her hand call'd out the Image of his Heart His Warlike Mind his Soul devoid of Fear His High-designing Thoughts were figur'd there As when by Magick Ghosts are made appear Our Phenix Queen was portrai'd too so bright Beauty alone cou'd Beauty take so right Her Dress her Shape her matchless Grace Were all observ'd as well as heav'nly Face With such a Peerless Majesty she stands As in that Day she took the Crown from Sacred hands Before a Train of Heroins was seen In Beauty foremost as in Rank the Queen Thus nothing to her Genius was deny'd But like a Ball of Fire the further thrown Still with a greater Blaze she shone And her bright Soul broke out on ev'ry side What next she had design'd Heaven only knows To such Immod'rate Growth her Conquest rose That Fate alone its Progress cou'd oppose 8. Now all those Charms that blooming Grace The well-proportion'd Shape and beauteous Face Shall never more be seen by Mortal Eyes In Earth the much lamented Virgin lies Not Wit nor Piety cou'd Fate prevent Nor was the cruel Destiny content To finish all the Murder at a blow To sweep at once her Life and Beauty too But like a hardn'd Fellon took a pride To work more Mischievously slow And plunder'd first and then destroy'd O double Sacriledge on things Divine To rob the Relique and deface the Shrine But thus Orinda dy'd Heav'n by the same Disease did both translate As equal were their Souls so equal was their Fate 9. Mean time her Warlike Brother on the Seas His waving Streamers to the Winds displays And vows for his Return with vain Devotion pays Ah Generous Youth that Wish forbear The Winds too soon will waft thee here Slack all thy Sails and fear to come Alas thou know'st not thou art wreck'd at home No more shalt thou behold thy Sister's Face Thou hast already had her last Embrace But look aloft and if thou ken'st from far Among the Pleiad's a New-kindl'd Star If any sparkles than the rest more bright 'T is she that shines in that propitious Light 10. When in mid-Air the Golden Trump shall sound To raise the Nations under ground When in the Valley of Jehosaphat The Judging God shall close the book of Fate And there the last Assizes keep For those who Wake and those who Sleep When ratling Bones together fly From the four Corners of the Skie When Sinews o're the Skeletons are spread Those cloath'd with Flesh and Life inspires the Dead The Sacred Poets first shall hear the Sound And formost from the Tomb shall bound For they are cover'd with the lightest Ground And streight with in born Vigour on the Wing Like mounting Larks to the New Morning sing There Thou sweet Saint before the Quire shalt go As Harbinger of Heav'n the Way to show The Way which thou so well hast learn'd below TO THE Earl of CARLISLE UPON THE DEATH of His SON BEFORE LUXEMBURG HE 's gone and was it then by your Decree Ye envious Powers that we shou'd only see This Copy of your own Divinity Or thought ye it surpassing Human State To have a Blessing lasting as 't was Great Your cruel Skill you better ne're had shown Since you so soon design'd him all your own Such torturing Favours to the Damn'd are given When to encrease their Hell you show 'em Heav'n Was it too Godlike he shou'd long inherit At once his Father's and his Uncle's Spirit Yet as much Beauty and as calm a Breast As the mild Dame whose teeming Womb he blest H' had all the Favours Providence cou'd give Except its own Prerogative to live Reserv'd in Pleasures and in Dangers bold Youthful in Action and in Prudence old His humble Greatness and submissive State Made his Life full of Wonder as his Fate One who to all the heights of Learning bred Read Books and Men and practis'd what he read Round the wide Globe searce did the busie Sun With greater haste and greater Lustre run True Gallantry and Grandure he descry'd From the French Fopperies and German Pride And like th' industrious Bee
you the Boy may know Large are his Tokens and his Marks enow Not white his body but resembling Flame His Eyes all cruel and his Heart the same Soft are his words where he designs no Love Nor do his Heart and Tongue together move Sweet is his Voice as Honey when he 's pleas'd But when enrag'd how hard to be appeas'd He always lies 't is a pernicious Boy Fraud is his Sport and Tyranny his Joy Bold are his Eyes divinely curl'd his Hair Small are his Hands but oh they kill from far How great how large is their extensive Pow'r From which great Pluto's self is not secure Close are his Thoughts and Soul his Body bare Swift as a Bird he strikes an amorous Pair Invades the inmost Fortress of the Fair. Small is his Bow nor are his Arrows great And yet ev'n These have reach'd the Heav'nly Seat A Golden Quiver on his back he ties Where his Artillery in dreadful order lies All cruel all but oh the cruel Boy Does with his Taper Phoebus self annoy Torments ev'n me his Mother ruins all my Joy Charge him from me if seen with an arrest Let pity be a Stranger to your breast If you can seize him lead the Captive bound Let no compassion for his tears be found Avoid his kisses and his amorous wiles There 's worse than Poison in his treacherous smiles Nay shou'd he offer you his arms beware Of Arrows tipt with Fire have a care AGAINST ENJOYMENT By Mr. YALDEN. WE Love and Hate as restless Monarchs fight Who boldly dare invade another's Right Yet when thro' all the dangerous toils they 've run Ignobly quit the Conquests they have won Those charming hopes that made them valiant grow Pall'd with Enjoyment makes them Cowards now Our Passions only form our Happiness Hopes still enlarge as Fears contract it less Hope with a gaudy Prospect feeds the Eye Sooths every sense does with each wish comply But false Enjoyment the kind Guide destroys We lose the Passion in the treacherous Joys Like the gay Silk-worm when it pleases most In that ungrateful Web it spun 't is lost Fruition only cloys the Appetite More does the Conquest than the prize delight One Victory gain'd another fills the mind Our restless Wishes cannot be confin'd Like boisterous waves no settl'd bounds they know Fix at no point but always ebb or flow Who most expects enjoys the pleasure most T is rais'd by Wishes by Fruition lost We 're charm'd with distant views of happiness But near approaches make the prospect less Wishes like painted Landscapes best delight Whilst distance recommends them to the sight Plac'd afar off they beautiful appear But show their course and nauseous colours near Thus the fam'd Midas when he found his Store Increasing still and wou'd admit of more With eager arms his swelling bags he prest And expectation only made him blest But when a boundless Treasure he enjoy'd And every wish was with fruition cloy'd Then damn'd to heaps and surfeited with Oar He curst that Gold he doated on before PRIAM's Lamentation and Petition TO ACHILLES For the Body of his Son HECTOR Translated from the Greek of Homer 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 By Mr. CONGREVE Beginning at this Line 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ARGUMENT Introductory to this Translation Hector 's Body after he was slain remain'd still in the Possession of Achilles for which Priam made great Lamentation Jupiter had pity on him and sent Iris to comfort and direct him after what manner he should go to Achilles 's Tent and how he should there ransom the Body of his Son Priam accordingly orders his Chariot to be got ready and preparing rich Presents for Achilles sets forward to the Grecian Camp accompany'd by no body but his Herald Idaeus Mercury at Jupiter 's Command meets him by the way in the Figure of a young Grecian and after bemoaning his misfortunes undertakes to drive his Chariot unobserved through the Guards and to the door of Achilles 's Tent which having perform'd he discover'd himself a God and giving him a short Instruction how to move Achilles to Compassion flew up to Heaven SO spake the God and Heav'nward took his flight When Priam from his Chariot did alight Leaving Idoeus there alone he went With Solemn pace into Achilles Tent. Heedless he pass'd through various Rooms of State Until approaching where the Hero sate There at a Feast the good old Priam found Jove's best belov'd with all his Chiefs around Two only were t' attend his Person plac'd Automedon and Alcymus the rest At greater distance greater State express'd Priam unseen by these his entrance made And at Achilles Feet his Aged Body laid About his Knees his trembling Arms he threw And clasp'd 'em hard as they together grew Then caught his Hands and press'd and kiss'd 'em close Those Hands th' inhumane Authors of his Woes Those Hands whose unrelenting Force had cost Much of his blood for many Sons he lost Now bath'd in tears he to his Cheeks did lay As if he meant to wash their Guilt away But as a Wretch who has a Murder done And seeking Refuge does from Justice run Entring some House in haste where he 's unknown Creates amazement in the lookers on So did Achilles gaze surpriz'd to see The Godlike Priam's Royal Misery All on each other gaz'd all in surprize And mute yet seem'd to question with their Eyes Till he at length the Solemn silence broke And thus the venerable Suppliant spoke Divine Achilles at your Feet behold A prostrate King in wretchedness grown old Think on your Father and then look on me His hoary Age and helpless person see So furrow'd are his Cheeks so white his Hairs Such and so many his declining Years Cou'd you imagine but that cannot be Cou'd you imagine such his Misery Yet it may come when he shall be oppress'd And Neighb'ring Princes lay his Country waste Nay at this time perhaps some pow'rful Foe Who will no Mercy no Compassion show Ent'ring his Palace sees him feebly fly And seek Protection where no help is nigh In vain he may your fatal absence mourn And wish in vain for your delay'd return Yet that he hears you live some comfort gives And while he hopes tho' vainly he believes It glads his Soul to think he once may see His much-lov'd Son wou'd that were granted me But I most wretched I of all bereft Of all my Royal Sons how few are left Yet fifty goodly Youths I had to boast When firsts the Greeks invaded Ilion's Coast Nineteen the joyful Issue of one teeming Womb Are now alas a mournful Tribute to one Tomb Merciless War this devastation wrought And their strong Nerves to Dissolution brought Still one was left in whom was all my hope My Age's comfort and his Country's prop Hector my Darling and my last Defence Whose life alone their deaths cou'd recompence And to compleat my store of countless Woe Him you have slain of him bereav'd