from what she was Ioyfull of late but now at weeping passe If more in charge thou aske I more would say But that I feare to cause thy longer stay And should thou carry with thee all my mind Thy bearer would an heavy burden finde Make haste thy journi's long poore I am hurl'd To a farre Country in another world ELEGIE 2. He supplicates the Gods that they would deigne Argu. To yeeld him safe from ship wrackes imminent paine YE gods of Sea and heav'n what 's left but Prayer The shattered Limbes of my weake barke repaire O doe not you subscribe to Caesars anger When one God harmes another rids from danger Gainst Troy lame Vulcan stood for Troy Apollo Faire Venus aids them Pallas hates them hollow â—â—â—o Aeneas spleen'd and Turnus friended By Venus yet Aeneas was desended Oft raging Neptune would Vlysses kill As oft Minerva crost her Vncles will And may not now though I fall short of those Some God assist me though one God oppose But bootlesse Prayers poore wretch in vaine I sprinckle Even whilst I speake the waters me bedrinkle And Southwinds raging so my prayers confound The gods I aime at cannot heare the sound The selfe same wind thus bringing double 1 Or harmâ—â— scarâ—s Driving I know not whether sayles and Prayers Ay me poore wretch what watry Mountaines rise You 'd thinke their lofty tops would touch the skies Streight lovvly vallies stoope when Sea doth sunder You 'd thinke their bottomes reacht to hell or under Where ere I look there 's nought but sky and water This swelewth waves that wth stormes doth clatter The winds betweene them roaâ—e with hideous noise And waves demurre 2 Which wind which hath the mafter-voyce For now blowes Eurus from the purple East Now rises Zephyrus from 3 Eâ—â—â—ing the setting West Now rages Boreas from the Northerne Beare Now Notus warres with him from Southern spheart The Pilot doubtfull what to shun or chuse Ambiguous mischiefes make his Art to muse Dead men we are all hope of safeties gone Even whilst I speake the waves orewhelme my mone They 'le drowne my soule and while my mouth doth pray Thereby the deadly water finds a way My loving wife 4 Qâ—â—ly nought save mine exile wayles She neither grieves nor knowes my other aâ—les She little thinkes I me tost on vastest maine Hurried with winds still ready to be slaine T was well I did not suffer her to goe Then had I borne a double deadly blow Now though I perish yet since she is safe I shall outlive my death at least one halfe Woes me what flashing lights from heaven do spring What â—rackes of thunder from the skies doe ring And on our shippe the floting billowes falles Like Canon bullets on besieged walles Each following wave the former still exceede As if it were a renth of greatest Meeds 〈…〉 I feare not death but yet this kinde is hatefull Bate me but shipwracke death shall be most grateful Whether on 's faire death or o' th sword one dye Some comfort t is upon firme land to lye To make ones will and looke to be interred To speake to his friends And not in fishes bowels to lye buried Yet say such death I merit why should those Innocent soules ith'shippe my fate inclose Ye Gods above and you that rule the Seas Both stint your threates which joyntly me disease And since mild Caesa's wrath mylife hath granted Let me transport it to the place commanded For if for mine offence my life you grudge me It did not death deserve if Caesar judge me And had he ment to send me to my grave He needed not in this your helpe to crave My life 's at his command and when he will He that hath sparde my blood may freely spill But you whose powers my crime hath not offended O rest content and let my woes be ended And yet though all of you a wretch would save I 'm past all hope and safety cannot have Say you would spare and winds should serve my wil And Sea grow calme I am an Exile still I doe not plow the Seas and watry maine Hoping by traficke to make endlesse gaine I 'm not for learned 1 â—e was a â—â—â—dent there Athens at of yore Nor Asian Townes I never saw before Nor yet for 2 A mart Towâ—â— in â—â—ypt Alexandria am I bound To view her dainties in swift Nilus found My suite is small yet strange I crave a gale To the 3 A barbarous rude place Sâ—â—matian land to drive my sayle I 'm bound to touch on Pontus cruell shore Yet that my flight from home 4 My Country is slow deplore And make my way to Exile by my pray'rs To 5 A City of Pontuâ— to which Ovid was banisht Tomos soated under uncouth starres If then you love me gods these tempests lay And let your Powers for my ship make way Or if you hate me to that land me hye T is plague enough in such a coast to dye What make I here fierce windes dispatch my flight Why stayes thus long 6 Italy Ausoâ—â—â— in my sight Casar would have me gone oh doe not hold me But let the barbarous Ponâ—cke land behold me It is his will my merit for 't were small reason I should defend what he doth fault as treason Yet if the gods all 1 Hamâ—â—â— mortals actions view My fault was crimelesse and you know 't is true This if you know how 't was my meere 2 To see something at Court mishap Mine harmelesse mind contriv'd no wicked trap But I though meane that 3 〈…〉 sam Family favour'd still Obeying what I knew Augustus will Did blesle these times when such a Prince did live And oft for him and his did incense give If thus I meant O gods then doe you spare me If not let now some swelling wave orebeare me But doe I dreame or gin the clouds to vanish And doth the calmed Sea her anger banish Sure 't is no chance but you to whom I pray'd Knowing all 4 Heart have â—â—ne secrets send me present aid ELEGIE 3. He tels how he from Rome did fare well take Argu. And 's wife and Friends great lamentation make WHen I recall to mind that dolefull night When I from Rome did take my finall flight That night wherein I left what ever 's deare Then from mine eye there slides a mournsull teare For now the day by Caesar set drew night That I must 5 〈…〉 bid adiew to Italy I had no mind nor time things to prepare My heart was duld and overset with care I could not thinke of getting men or mates Or cloathes or Coine to fit my banisht state Like one with thunder strooke so was I crazed That lives and knowes it not he 's so amazed When griefe had once this cloud of mind removed And at the length my senses stronger proved Ready to goe I tooke my last
adieu Of mourning fâ—iends earst many now but few My loving wise me weeping did embrace A showre of teares still povvring downe her face Mâ— Dâ—â—ghter was farre of on 1 In A â—riâ—ke Libian shore And could not my unheard of fate deplore Looke where you would there sounded plaints and grones It seem'd a dolefull show of funerall mones Men women children too my funerâ—ll kept In every corner of the house they wept If great examples may be like a toy Such when 't was taken was the face of Troy The voyce of dogs and men now silent were Midnight The lofty Moone her nightly Carre did steere I viewing her and the great Capitoll 2 Faâ—â—â—â— Temple Fane Adjoyning to my house alas in vaine Thus laid ye Gods that in this Temple dwell Ovids ptayer And thou faire Church which I must bid farewell And all ye gods of Rome from whom I part I still adore you from a zealous heart And though a 3 Am past remedy buckler after wounds I take Disburden yet my flight from odious hate Oh tell that 4 Caesar heav'nly man what me beguiled Left a meere errour for a crime be stiled That what you know my judge the same may see Who once appeas'd I might most happy be With this short Prayer I did the gods adore His Wise My wife each period sobbing prayed more For loe before her houshold gods dejected Shee kist the sacred fires her haire neglected And powred out to them fnll many a prayer That could not ease her wofull husbands care But now the posting night for bad delay And on her Pole the Beare was turn'd away Neete day What should I doe my Countries love retaines me And Times last bound this night to flee constraines How oft one hastâ—ning why d ee urge said I Ah thinke both whither and from whence you flye me And oft I fained that by such an houre I wouâ—d be ready to 5 Go â—â—t othâ— dooâ—â— obey their power Thrice to the doore I went and thrice drew backe My foote even like my mind was very slacke Oft taking leave I freshly fell a tallâ—ing And oft I kist as one that had beene walking Charging the same things oft my selfe forget Whilst on my pledges deare mine eyes were set Then would I say what haste to Scythia vile From happy Rome good now let 's stay a while I and my wife both living must part ever From house and faithfull houshold I must sever And friends in whom as Brethren I delighted Oh my deare hearts with Thesean faith united Ile hugge you while I may henceforth I feare I shall no more I le gaine these minutes cleare Forthwith I breake abruptly from my talke And what came next to minde my tongue doth walk Thus while I speake and weepe the 1 Motaing morning star Is gotten up 2 A â—othed unwelcome Lucifer For now I part even as my limbes were torne And joynt form joynt were quite asunder 3 Boâ—â—â— shorne Grieving like Priamus when that trecherous steed Against his hopes hatcht that revengefull 4 Of armed Greekes breed And now my friends doe shreike and sob outright And with their hands their naked bosomes smite My wife fast holding on my arme now going These dolefull words mixt with my teares out flowing Thou shalt not part wee le both go hence or neither Sure man and wife shall bannisht be together In Pontus land there 's roome for mine abode And to thy ship I le adde but little lode Thee Caesars wrath bids from thy Country flee Me duty 5 â—â—â—dnesse 〈◊〉 duty shall my Caesar be Thus she assaid as she had ost before And reason hardly mov'd her to give ore Then forth I goe like one to 's grave outborne My haire downe hanging nasty and sorlorne But then she waxing mad with griefe they say Grew blind and falling in a found she lay Till comming to her selfe she did upreare Her limbs from th' earth with her dust soyled haire Her selfe and then her widdowed house deploring And oft her robbed husbands name imploring Grieving no lesse then she had seene exspire Me or her child or burne on Funerall fire Withing to dye by death to ease her care Though for my sake content her life to spare Oh may she live to helpe her absent mate Sith thus to part it is our lucklesse fate The 1 Bâ—â—tes or Arctophylax Astorme keeper of the Beare 's now steept ith'maine And with his starre doth the Sea waters staine Yet we against our wills in sunder cleave Th' Ionian Sea but 2 Of Caesarâ— auger feare doth courage give Woes me how blacke the Seas with Tempests grow And sands waxe hot fetcht from their channels low The waves as high as mountaines ore our ship Both Decke and Sterne and painted gods doe skip The Cables cracke the Pinetree 3 Plankes joynts rebound The very Keele doth to our woes resound The Pilot waxing pale doth feare bewray Yeilds to the storme and lets the vessell stray And as a Rider striving long in vaine With his stiffenecked Steed yeelds up the reine So did our Pilot leave the ship to saile Not where he would but as the winds prevaile So that if Aeolus cause them not to change We sure to some forbidden coast shall range For leaving on our left th' Illyrian lands Still in our gaze forbidden Italy stands Oh le ts not still to coasts forbidden 4 Tend wend But let the Sea with me to Caesar 5 i. Stoope or yeeld bend Yet while I speake and wishing feare a nay How fiercely on our ship the billowes play At least you 6 Sea Gode Azure Gods some pitty show Let it suffice that m Casar Ioves my cruell foe Save you a tyred soule from cruell death If a lost man may begge a lingring breath ELEGIE 4. He writes unto a friend Argu. who faithfull still Continued though his fortune proved ill DEare friend whom I must mention after none Who tookst to heart my fortune as thine owne If gentle Reader thou shalt not dispise me And this Hexasticke take with thy good grace And on the Forefront of that volume place Who ever shall this Orphan writing finde Within your City give it harbour kind Sâ—e verseâ— to 〈◊〉 â—et before the Mâ—â—aâ—u The rather cause the Father did not vent it But from his sunerall friendly hands have rent it Had Fortunâ— givâ—n him time to see it ended The saults of this rude Poem had beene â—â—ended ELEGIE 7 He sharpely chides a friend who saithlesse proved Argu Now â—n's assliction when it least beboved RIvers shall backeward to their fountaines flow 〈…〉 with Horses turn'd shall Eastward goe 〈…〉 shall beare the Heav'ns shall Plowshare seele 〈…〉 burne and fire shall waters yeeld 〈…〉 shall crosse to natures order goe 〈…〉 world his wonted course shall know 〈◊〉 impossible wee le easie deeme 〈…〉 abâ—â—rd most probable esteeme 〈…〉 â—ince one
to thy friend Thou from my knowledge nothing didst conceale But even thy greatest secrets didst reveale And I to thee alone my secrets all Disclos'd excepting that which caus'd my fâ—ll Which hadst thou knowne then I had safe remained And by thy friendly counsell beene sustained But sure my fates that did to ruine hale me Did close up all the waie that should availe me Whether with care I might this ill have shnu'dâ— Or that no wit can destiny overcome Yet thou who of my long acquaintance art And in my love dost hold the chiefest part Be mindfull still I pray and do thy best That I may be at least in part release And Caesars anger being turn'd to grace Mine exile may be eas'd with change of place The rather since I did no harme devise But aâ—l my fault from errour did arise T were tedious and unsafe to show the chance Whereby mine eyes did on that mischiefe glance Mâ— mind abhorreth on that time to muse At evety thought hereof my griefe renues And 't is but fit those things which blush at Light Should lâ—e concealed in 〈…〉 Aeternall night This then is all I 'le fay I was to blame Yet had I no reward whereat to aime So that if truth may have its proper name No crime but folly meerely caus'd my blame But if I lye let me be banisht 3 So fat so Where Pontus may for City suburbs 4 Oâ— show goe ELEGIE 7. He sends this Letter to Perillas hand With charge to tell har this his stoick command Argu. GOe sodden Letter as my faithfull hinde Salute Perilla and 5 Relate impart my minde Thou 'lt finde her sitting by her mothers side Or with her bookes and muses she doth bide What ere shee s doing knowing thou art there Shee le soone breake off and aske thee how I cheare Tell her I live yet wishing 'twere not so Since length of time doth nothing ease my woe That to my harmefull muse I turne afresh Contriving words into 1 〈…〉 elegracke verse Then aske her saying dost thou still apply â—ur commune studies Greekish Poety For bounteous nature as shee fram'd thee faire Gave thee chaste manners and a wit most rare This to the Muses well I first did traine Least such a flowing streame should run in vaine This in my tender yeares I first espyde And father-like was both my friend and guide And then thou wast to me surpassing kinde Though time pephaps hath sithence chang'd my mind If then 2 That sparkling wâ—t those sparkes of wit in thee remaine Thera's none but Lesbia hath an higher straine Bdt since my fatall ruine I suspect Thou dâ—st thy wit and Poetry neglect For whilst we might we read each others lines And I was judge and master oftentimes For to thy new-made verse I lent an eare Or made thee blush wheu sloth made thee forbeare But now through feare perchance thou lt verses shun Lest with thy Tutour thou shouldst be undone Feate not Peailla onely carefull prove Thy writings doe not teach the Art of Love But setting sloth and all excuse apart Returne wise Virgin to thy sacred Art That comely visage time will soone deface And aged wrinckles will thy braw disgrace And wasting age which creepes with silent pace Will seaze his talents on thy beauties grace And when they fay thou once wast comely faire Thoult thinke with griefe thy glasses lyars are Thou hast a good estate ond worthy more But yet suppose thou hadst rich Craesus store Fortune even when she list will give and take And of a Croesus soone an Irus make What ever we enjoy we mortall finde Except the rich endowments of the minde Loe I that want my Country house and thee Am stript of all that can be pluckt from me My wit and learned parts doe still retaine On these Augustus power could not distraine Yea should a bloudy sword 1 Tâ—â—â— my life deprive Yet after death my same shall still survive And while stout Rome lifts up her seav'n-hild head Over the conquerd world shall I be read Doe thou likewise outlive thy funerall fires Whose prosperous studies Ovid much desires ELEGIE 8. Our Poet here doth much desire that he Argu. Might once againe his friends and Country see I 2 〈◊〉 that I â—ould Now would faine Triptolemus Carre ascend Who first did seed unknowne to th' earth commend I would Medeas flying Dragons guide As when from Corinth Castle she did ride I now would wish for Perseus wings to flye Or those which Daedolus us'd to mount the skye That gliding through the ayre with flickering toyle I might eftsoones review my native soyle And my forsaken house once more behold And chiefly in mine armes my wife enfold But fondling why in vaine dost wish to see That which thou know'st can never never be Wilt thou needs wish Augustus power adore And his incensed Deity implore He can both wings and flying Carre bestow At his release thou'lâ— homeward flying goe Should I for this so great a favour crave 'T is more I feare then modesty would have In time perchance when 's anger is allayd This humble suite to Caesar may be made Meane while I le take it for an ample grace If I may be assign'd some other place For here nor heav'n nor earth water or aire Agree with me they all my health impaire Whether my inward griefes my spirits kill â—r that this soyle and clymate 1 Sute me or worke my cause my ill For since I came to Pontus I waxe leane Distasting meat and vext with nightly dreames My colour 's waxen pale life Autumne leaves Which of their freshnesse winters cold bereaves My strength is gone my bodies full of paine And still of some distemper I complaine 〈◊〉 neither well in body nor in minde But sâ—â—ke in both I double sorrow finde And full my fortune stands before mine eyes Of ghastly shapes compos'd of miseries And when I view this People and the place And weigh my breeding with my present case I with for death and of my 2 Caesar Iudge complaine That rid me not at once of life and paine But since his wrath was then to mildnesse bent Let him now grant me gentler banishment ELEGIE 9. Here Ovid takes occasion to explaine Argu. Whence Tomos City first receiv'd the name EVen here among these Townes of barbarous kind Who could beleive it we Greeke Cities find â—â—ther a Colony from 3 â— City in Afla Mileton came And ' mongst these Getes a Greekish City frame 〈◊〉 long before 't was built this place retaines Still from 4 Mede as brother Absyrtus death the ancient 5 Tomos name For in the 6 At gon a vis the first ship ship by Pallas counsell made Which in th' untryed Seas first passage had Medea leud while she her 7 Aeta King of Colchis Sire forsakes Vnto this shore they say her Oares betakes A watchman from an hill her Sire doth
the ascent of many a stately staire VVhere stand in statues made of sorraine stone The fifty daughters of onâ— 2 〈…〉 Sire alone And there lye open to the publicke view 3 〈…〉 Learnings brave monuments both old and new Here I my brethren sought excepting those VVhich brought their Father to these endlesse woes But whilst in vaine I sought a little space The keeper thrust me from that sacred place Thence to the Temple I repaire that 's joynd Close to the Theater but cold welcome finde For from the common Libraries outward 4 〈…〉 yard Where learned Authors stand I am debard Our fathers fortune we his Sonnes inherit And suffer th' exise which himselfe did merit Casar pethaps when time allaies his mind Both unto us and him will prove more kind Subscribe ve Gods to this my earnest call But chiefâ—ly Caesâ—r greatest God of all For to invoke the vulgar gods were vaiâ—e Whose favour cannot freâ— me from my paine Meane while fince publicke stations are deny'd me Let me within some private corner hide me And take me meâ—ne Plebeians in your hand Who 1 〈…〉 being repulsed doe confounded sâ—and ELEGIE 2. Our Poet here his exile doth deplore Argu. Desiring Death would ope its Iron doore WAs it my dest'ny then the Scythes to see Whose Zenith is the Northerne Axletree And would not you sweete Muses nor Apollo Helpe him who still your learned rites did follow Nor could my harmelesse verses me excuse And life more serious then my jesting muse But having suffered sore by sea and land I 'm now expos'd to Pontus frozen strand Yea I who still my selfe from cares withdrew Lov'd quiet case hard labour never knew Do now endore the very worst of ill And neither travell nor rough Seas can kill Yea and my mind holds out and still I find My body gathers hardnesse from my mind Whilst I was sayling towards mine exile I did with verse my feares and cares beguile My labouâ—d But to my journe yes end once being come The resting place of mine appointed doome I fell to teares which from mine eyes did slow Lâ—ke waters running from the vernall snow Then Rome and house friends came fresh to mind And all the comforts I had left behind VVoes me that at the wofull gate o th' grave So oft I knocke yet can no entrance have O why have I so â—st escapâ—t the sword And raging tempests will no death aâ—â—ord Ye gods that prove too constant in your ire And in revenge with Casar still conspire I pray you hasten on my lingring sate And cause my grave to ope her closed gate ELEGIE 3. Argu. He lets his wife his sicknesse understand And craveth buriall in his native land DEare Wife if thou cost all amazed stand My letter 's written with a strangers hand Know I am sicke in utmost parts and lye Exceeding doubtfull of recovery What comfort think'st thou can poore Ovid take Among these direfull Getes and Sauromates Whose nature doth not with this aire agree Nor doth their soyle or waters sute with me Mine house is poore God knowes my diet bad And for mine health no Physicke can be had No friend to comfort or by night or day With good discourse to passe the houres away But lying sicke in solitary wise My musing thoughts on many things devise But thou my dearest Wife within my brest The chiefest place dost hold above the rest For on thine absent name my tongue doth walke Of thee alone both night and day I talke Yea even when sicknesse doth distract my wits They say I talke of thee in raving fits Nay should I deadly faint and sound so sore That scarce hot water could my speech restore Yet knowing thou wert come I should revive Thy very presence would new vigour give But whilst I here in doubt of life doe lye Thou knowing nought perhaps liv'st merrily No no I am resolv'd that thou deare wife I being absent lead'st a mourners life Yet if my thread of life the fates have spun And that my terme of yeares Iâ— almost 〈…〉 must shortly come Graunt me a dying man O Gods to have Within my native soyle a sorry grave Mine exile might till death have beene delaid Or sudden death my banishment have staid Oh happy death while I did upright stand Now must I perish in a forraigne land And must I thus farre off resigne my breath Where even the place addes sorrow to my death And languish thus on an unwonted bed Where none shall mourne over my dying head Nor yet thy teares upon my face may fall Which might my fleeting soule a while recall Nor may I make a will nor with sad cryes Some friendly hand close up my dying eyes But without funerall teares or honoured grave Vild barbarous earth shall this my carcase have This when thou hear'st thou 'lt be with griefe opprest And in great passion beate thy throbbing brest Stretching thine hands towards these parts in vaine Still calling on thy husbands empty name Yet spare to teare thy haire or cheekes for me Who am not now first tane away from thee Suppose me dead when I was bannisht first That was my first decease and farre the worst Yea rather if thou canst Rejoyce deare heart That death will end at once my tedious smart At least beare up thine heart this well thou maist Having beene so inur'd to evils past And would my soule might with my breath expire And no part might survive my funerall fire For if our spirits live when we are dead We hold the soule immortal According to Pythagoras holy read My Roman soule with Geticke ghosts must wander And 'mong those cruell spirits live a stranger Yet let my bones be laid in some small urne That after I am dead I may returne T is not forbidden this and though it were Her brothers corps the Theban bid interre Then in the Suburbs let them lye at rest With flowers and spices having first beene drest And grave these Verses plainely on my tombe That all may read them as they passe along Ovids Epitaph I NASO that erst wrote of wanton love Lve here interr'd my wit my bane did prove Thou that hast beene in Love and possest by Pray still that Naso's bones may softly lye This is enough for that my bookes will be Aly livelyer monument to posterity They harm'd me once yet will they raise my name And gaine their Authour an enduring fame Present thou at my herse due funeral Ritet And let thy teares my garland all bedight For though the fire my corpes to ashes burne Yet will thy love be 1 Pleasing gratefull to my urne I more would write but that my voyce is spent And tongue too dry to dictate what I ment Take then my dying farewell live in health Which he that sends to thee doth want himselfe ELEGIE 4. He doth advise his friend if he be wise Argu. The acquaintance of the mighty to despise MY
gods their promis'd vow The growing youth under Augustus name Pâ—ay that his off spring may for ever reigne Great Livia with her daughters largely give Their sacred gifts The Empresse because her Sonne doth live With them the Matrons and the Virgins pure Which keepe the sacred fires of Vesta sure â—he People and the Senate joy at heart â—nd Knighthood too of whom I was a part â—â—â—se publicke joyes are here to us unknowne â—â—â—ly a sâ—ght report doth hither come â—et may the people there enjoy the same â—nd 1 In the Page 〈…〉 read the conquer'd townes Captaines names â—nd see Low captive Kâ—ngs in solemne show 〈◊〉 the crowned 2 Or Aâ—â—â—stâ—â— Chaâ—ot chayned goe Vaâ—se lookes in some are like their Fortunâ— Lovv Dthers still dreadâ—ull though in-chained so 〈…〉 will enqâ—â—e their causâ— affaires and name And others 3 〈…〉 by conjecture Answers frame 〈…〉 that in purple shines vvith gallant grace Was Generall of the waâ—re He next in place â—â—â—s whose sad eyes are fixed on the ground Lookt brisker when in armes he marched round That fier man whose eyes still sparkle spite Gave counsell to the warre with all his might This man whose lockes his wofull face doe hide Dâ—d a â—lye ambush for our men provide By him our Captives were at Altars slaine Although the gods such offrings did disdaine That Lake those Rivers and those Castles there Were fil'd with blood of slaughterd Soldiers Here Drusus first obtain'd his Germane name 〈…〉 of his 〈◊〉 Worthy the noble Sire from whom he came Rhenes hornes were broken here and here her flood Erst green with reedes was dy'd with German bloud Loe there with haire dispread Germaniâ— borne At conquering Drusus feete doth sit and mourne To th' Roman axe yeelding her stubborne necke To chaines her hands which armes did lately decke Above all these with thousands at thy side Great Caesar thou in conquering chaire shalt ride And where thou goest thy Subjects hands applaud Whilst all the wayes with fragrant flowers are strawd Thy Temples shall be crownd with Phoebus bayes Thine army sounding 4 To 〈◊〉 Io to thy praise So that thy Chariot horses by the way Being chaft with shonts and hoyse shall stop and stay Then in Ioves Temple shalt thou leave thy Bayes In token of his ayd for future praise All this though banisht thence in mind I see And she enjoyes the place forbidden mee She doth through spacious lands with freedome stâ—â—â— And through the ayre finds out the quickest way Into the midst of Rome she brings mine eye Where all this joyfull Triumph I descry Ev'n Caesars Ivory Chariot 1 I shall see she will shew And for the Time 2 In my dâ—ere Country bâ— I shall my Country view Yet shall the happy people see the sight And vvith their joyfull Captaine take delight Poore I doe see 't by bare imâ—gination And reape the fruit by other mens relation And being sent to so remote a Clime Scarce one will come to tell the truth in time But 't will be old and staâ—e er 't come to me Yet whensoere it comes â—oyfull be 't shall welcome be And I that day will d'off my mourning weed The publique shall my private cause exceed ELEGIE 3. Two heav'nly Constellations here he wooes Argu. That 's wife hâ—r constant faith may never loose YOu great and lesser Beares who 4 They set not in the Sea thirsty still Conduct the Greeke and Tyrian Saâ—lors skill Who view all worldly things in your high motion And never set beneath the westerne Ocean Nor doth your circling Orb ere touch the ground Althouâ—t the Azure sky you compasse round I pray be hold those walls vvhich they report Remus once overleapt vvith fatall sport There turne your shining count'nance on my Wife And tell me if she lead a constant life Woes me vvhy question I a case so cleare And let my hope give place to doubtfull feare Feare nothing but beleive that all is vvell Have certaine faith she doth in faith excell And vvhat the fixed starres can nere descry Tell thou thy selfe vvith voyce that cannot lye That as thou car'st for her so she againe Thy name vvithin her heart doth still retaine Presenting still thy Count'nance to her mind And vvhile she lives though absent vvill be kind What doth thy sleepe forsake thee in the night VVhen once thy mournfull thoughts on Ovid light Yea doth thy vvidovved bed renevv afresh Thy cares and cause thee thinke on my distresse Do nights seeme tedious through thine invvard burning And do thy bones ev'n ake vvith often turning I make no doubt but thus thou dost and more Thy love ev'n forcing signes of griefe in store And griev'st no lesse for me then 1 Aâ—â—â—omache Heâ—â—ors wife To see hir husband drawne devoid of life Yet doubt I what to 2 Thebaâ— aske â— Pray nor can I tell What passion in thy mind I wish should dwell Art sad it is my griefe that I to thee 3 So good a 〈…〉 Of such deserts a cause of griefe should bee If not I wish that thou thy selfe mayst beare Beseeming one that lost an huâ—band deare Bewaile then gentle Wife thine ovvne great losses And live a mourners life for my great crosses Shed teares for me for teares are some reliefe A 〈◊〉 And teares do ease and cary out our griefe And would my death not life thou mightst bemone 5 And that I wish my death had left thee all alone Then I with thee aâ— home my life had ended Thy loving teares my deathbed had attended Thy fingers then had clos'd my dying eyes Which had beene fastned on my Country skyes And in my Grandsires Tombe my body dead Had found its buriall where it first was bred Then had I liv'd and dyed without all blame Nor had this punishment soyld my former fame Yet woe is me if thou beest much ashamed When thou an Exiles wife art bluntly named Woe 's me if thou dost blush that thou art mine And to be known for Ovids dost decline O where 's that time wherein thou tookest pride That thou wert knowne and termed Ovids Bride There was a time that thou didâ—â— pleasure take To be and to be flyled Ovids Mate And in my Parts and Manners tookst Delight Love adding value to them in thy sight Yea then so pretious was I in thine eyes All other men thou didst for me dispile Tâ—â—n blush not now that thou my wise art named For are thou mayst be griev'd but not aâ—hamed When 1 A beaâ—◠〈◊〉 the Capâ—â—â—â—e inveâ—â—d 〈…〉 to belongs 〈◊〉 and was 〈◊〉 from 〈◊〉 wall with 〈…〉 wilâ—â—â—aâ—ne cast hâ—â— selfe into hâ—s 〈◊〉 all she and was burned with him Capaneus was â—â—aine on Theâ—â—â— wall 〈◊〉 blusht not fot her â—â—ate aâ—all â—â—â—â—gh Thact 〈…〉 with bolt of Iove Yet could not this 〈◊〉 his â—indâ—â—â—s love Not did old Cadmus 2 His daugh ter Sâ—â—â—le deny Though by hir pâ—oud