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death_n	life_n	power_n	soul_n	8,115	5	4.8720	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
B00476	The picture of incest. Liuely portraicted in the historie of Cinyras and Myrrha. / By Iames Gresham..; Metamorphoses. English. Selections	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Gresham, James, fl. 1626.	1626 (1626)	STC 18969; ESTC S125905	10,942	37

from its s●ate some safer place to seeke And that Angel-like face in which before There sate a godlike beauty to adore Did nothing but a bloodlesse pale retaine To linke both deed and issue in one chaine Her wonted courage leaues her too and still The neerer she approaches to her ill The more she trembles and abhorres to thinke How nigh shee was brought vnto her wishes brinke It irkes her now that e're she was so vnwise To vndertake so hard an enterprise And onely wishes to retire so none Might either see her or she passe vnknowne But after long delay still steered by Her age experienc'st Nurses policie In these distractions she attaines the Port Her fathers bed so long'd for in this sort Whom when her Nurse bequeaths to his desires Here sayes she CINYRAS quench thy lustfull fires And ravell out thy thred of life in pleasure With that which thou accountst thy ages treasure Here mayst thou satiate without surfet and Enioy more riches then thy Realme command And with this hart delighting-mu●icke-ioynes Their destinated b●ests for amorous twynes Such as indeed are onely free for those That in a lawfull mariage bed repose Hee sence-deluded-sire with armes display'd As one not dreaming to be thus betray'd ●eceiues into his darke and wanton bed The tender bowels he so sostered ●nd with his Nectar-candied-words assayes ●o driue the Damsell from her virgin maze ●dding vnto these words such pleasing action ●s he best thought might giue her satisfaction And to compleat and make this tide of pleasure ●low to a greater heigth and fullier measure Because her age so iustly did resemble ●IRRHA'S whom shee both was and did dissemble ●hey interchange like names as being nather ●e her sweet daughter calls she him kind father ●h'incestious game thus ended and she full ●f that adulterate fruite she came to pull ●eparts and leaues her new beguiled sire ●o guesse what sweet thus pleas'd his fond desire ●earing within her wretched wombe that seed ●hich nature made but lust did meerely breed ●nd the next night returnes to cleere the score ●hich both had ioyntly left vnpaid before Pursuing her desires in that swift sort As if she wish't no end to such sweete sport At length when after many nights exchange Of kind embrace betwixt these louers strange And equall intermixture of such sweets As are there vs'd where loue with like loue meets His mind began to craue one happy sight Of that obscured fewell of delight Which he so oft had lockt within his armes And freed from rougher handlings and worse harmes But neuer view'd and onely in obscuritie Had cropt the sweet flower of her vergin puritie He forthwith craues accordingly to see What this same peerelesse paragon might bee Whom when apparently his eyes beheld To be indeed his owne and only child And therewith weigh'd what an abisse of sin His fordid beastiall lust had plung'd him in For vice as till 't be acted's euer blind So when 't is done it leaues a sting behind Distracting rage then so possest his hart And greife his organ speech that vp he start And in his fury drawing forth the blade Which fate for this her fault had ready layd Thought to haue sheath'd it in that tender brest In which but now his chief'st content did rest But what with feare of this attempt and stung With the remembrance of that horrid wron● Which she as in a christall mirror true The vaile vncouered did now plainely view For perpetrated vice seene after action Appeares so foul it oft driues to distraction Away she flies and by the helpe of night Auoyds the tragicke end of her affright And vsher'd by her thoughts at randome roues Among the large and solitary groues Leauing the sweet Arabia and those fields Of Rich Panchaia which rare odour yeelds And nine Moones wanders in this carelesse race Before her seare can find a resting place Till in the end not able to sustaine A longer durance of ●er grauid paine She seats her in a Sabra where a while She striues her lust bred sorrowes to beguile But can scarce longer make her burthened womb Th'incestious load therein inclos'd entombe With griefe whereof euen ignorant of prayer And almost brought vnto a foule dispaire By a hart wounding and afflicting strife Between● a feared death and wearied life She thus in dolefull and soule grieuing plaints Bewailes the discord of these Combatants O you all-sacred-Dieties quoth she That rule the world with soueraigne Maiestie And guide the heauenly motions of the Spheare● With supreame power if you haue any eares To heare the wofull sad and mournefull mones Of poore distressed wretched mortall ones Such as with hearts vnfeigned doe confesse Their soule-deepe vlcerated wickednesse Hearken ô hearken then vnto my cry Who as I haue deseru'd desire to dye And will not your dread powers inuoke to shun The smarting rod of your correction Powre downe your angry vengeance on my head That against nature haue thus trespassed And let me now no longer liue to shame The louely sexe and roote from whence I came But least my lingring life may be offence To such as shall su●uiue my impudence And my dead corps those neighbour graues distain By whose offencelesse sides they must be layne Let me partake neither of life nor death To grieue the one or soyle the other with But so transformed bee that I of either May seeme possest but yet indeed haue neither No sooner were these words effus'd but straite A strange effect vpon her wish did waite Wrought by some certaine Dietie whose eare Was bent her pitie mouing moane to heare And giue redresse to For whilst yet her prayer Was vttering but not quite dissolu'd to ayre Thofe goodly pillars which but erst did grace Her stately mouing fabricke in their pace Were so inuolu'd within the humid earth As if they onely there had had their birth And from her flesh transformed nayles and toes And out-stretcht crooked winding root there growes ●rom whence the long truncke of the lofty tree ●eceiues its prime foundation and degree ●er body sweet so comely in each part ●oth to the middle of the tree conuert Within whose metaphorphos'd Saphire veynes The life maintayning marrowy-sap remaynes Her faire enclapsing armes which but ere while Were snares for amorous louers to entoyle ●heir lust-rapt sences in were now estrang'd ●ō what they were to great branches chang'd Through whose each little spray her blood like juyce Dispreads it selfe with pros●●e auarice Her dainty fingers too not hereto borne Into sun shading litle boughes doe turne And finally her snow-white silke-smooth-skin Becomes a rough hard barke of what't had bin Seruing to sheild her as her clothes had done Both from the winters rage and peircing sun In this wise 'gins th'vprising tree t' entombe Within its hollow graue her painefull wombe And hath with quicker speed then thought o're prest Those loue-delighting hillockes of her brest And with swift change is hastening to enshrine Her stately necke within its rugged rine All which she shuns not but as to her fate With willing minde her selfe doth subiugate To the surrescent barque which gliding ouer Doth as a cloud the sun her faire face couer And though with this her bodies iust correction She loft both light of reason and affection Yet still she weepes in signe whereof her teares● On the trees rine in luke-warne drops appeares Wherein a sweet and odoriferous smell Of sence delighting fragrancy doth dwell Which for its worth a semblable name we giue That no age shall forget nor time out liue ●ut now begins th'incestious birth to grow ●nto it 's full maturitie of woe Within the barke-wall'd limitts of the tree Wherewith she was inclos'd in misery ●triuing to burst away through the darke tombe Of her transform'd incarcerating wombe ●er grauid belly swels vnto that heigth That each small throb seemes now to threaten ●aking her stretch and struggle with the paine death Which her ripe birth did vrge her to sustaine Words she hath none to vtter or expresse The vnknowne measure of her wretchednesse Nor to iuuoake a gracious helpe from those Whose sacred powres helpe women in their But still expects deliuery from that sorrow throwes Which as it had no meane no help could borrow The bending tree seemes with sad hollow tones To eccho forth her many ruthfull grones And with a floud of teares gusht from her eyes Bedewes and wets it selfe in piteous wise Where at the tender-hearted IVNO grieu'd To see so much distresse so vnrelieu'd Standing as then close by the mourning sprayes Puts to her helping hand and then assaies With words of Child-bed comfort to delude The wounding sence of this her sollitude Forthwith the wombe-swolne-tree-begins to cracke And through the cleauing barke doth passage make For nine moneths growth to enter-at when loe She straight yeelds vp the burthen of her woe Which had no sooner birth but as allied Vnto its mothers misery it cried The neighboring Naydes whose cells not far●● From her distrest deliuery distant were Hearing the cry approach and in their armes First taking the yong babe yet free from harmes And then with tender touch laying him downe Vpon the new growne smooth and soft grass't-ground Embalme him with the sweet-Mirrhe-trickling teares Which on his tree-chang'd-mothers-barke appeares Swift posting time had not long run his race Before this birth began to waxe in face And each part else so louely that his feature Grew natures wonder in a so borne creature ●●d Enuies selfe delight For such as was ●at beauty of the world which did surpasse 〈◊〉 others whom the curious Artists paint ●tables naked and doe doe call Loues Saint ●en such was he and in a iust compare ●ch way as louely sweet as young as faire ●●d taking from the first his bow and arrowes ●herewith he heales by loue and wounds with sorrowes 〈◊〉 adding but the like vnto the tother ●u'd sweare that this were CVPID no other ●faire in matchlesse beauty did his fate ●●nspire to make him though vnfortunate FINIS

Falling on the ripe Cherries which the sun After exhales from lying thereupon And with this teare distilied shewre doth shroud Her starre like cyes within her appr●n cloud Which strange distemperature of hers her father Deeming of feare not lust yet knowing neither ●o bids her weeping and with gentle touch Wipes her wet eyes then kisses her as mu● la● With which she seemes to be so much ore●oy'd That she ●uen wishes to be still thus cloy'd With the Ambrosiack Nectar of his lips And neuer to be out of this Ecclipse He thinking now if euer had his cariage Won a wisht time to win her vnto mariage Consults againe with her desires to find What kind of man it was would please her mind To whom as glad by this meanes to expresse The whice she leveld at in this distresse She thus replies the man that must obtaine The conquest of my heart and my bed gaine Must in all parts deere Sire resemble thee Or neuer looke to be imbrac'd by mee Whilst he not knowing her close thoughts applauds Of this her liking and with lauish lauds Sayes Daughter mayst thou be thus dutious still And euermore obey thy fathers will The Gods will sure reward thee for 't and crowne Thy duty with perpetuall renowne No sooner was that word of duty spoken But straight her countenance with a change was stroken As conscious to herselfe of that soule fact Which with her aged Sire she sought to act And grieuing that those words which she intended To breake the yee should be misapprehended It now was midnight and a silent sleepe Did cares from mind toyles from body keepe When watchfull MIRRHA too too haplesse Mayd Is to her former enemy betray'd And so pursued by her vnquiet thoughts That night no sleepe vnto her eyes allots But doth againe retract that lewd desire Which blew the coles to this incestious fire And one while timerously dispaires to try And yet againe resolues it by and by Shaming to aske she couets what she shames And these vnwilling willing motions blames On euery side is her attempt beset With hope to forward and with feare to let And in this conflict what her hart should doe Cannot resolue or giue consent vnto But as the tree hewne by the sharpe edg'd steele After a many wounds begins to reele Tremblingly doubtfull on which hand to fall And is on euery side much fear'd of all So stood she shaken with a various passion By her too ●emerous timerous inclination That which diswades seems light what allures As great and iust a punishment procures And nothing can her thoughts intend but sirai't One change or other on those thoughts do waite Much like the billowes of the boyling sea In a tempestious and cloudy day Where one waue following the first amaine Comes straight a third that breaks them both in twaine No meane nor ease can her distempers finde But that which death affords the loue-sick minde And that indeed she hugges and straight resolues To put in execution Then inuolues Her faire necke with her Z●ne tred to that heigth That falling thence she so might clime to death And hauing thus prepar'd herselfe to run On her owne wofull sad confusion Farewell Deare father cries she when l'medead Let yet my deaths cause be remembered And since my life durst not my loue make known Let my desires by this my death be showne And therewith apts her girdles knot t'enchaine Her azure veyned-neeke to case her paine 'T is said the mournefull murnour of her teares And sorrowes tones came to her nurses eares Who then full little dreaming what a fact Her foster charge was now about to act Of selfe contriuing death was not farre layd From the sad stage wheron this Scene was playd And hearing her straight rises and with speed Opening the doores and guessing at the deed By what she saw prouided first expresses Her wo ider by her cryes tearing her tresles And mise rably macer●ting with her knife Her age plough'd bosome then to saue her life Breaks from her tender neck that ha●d knot tied By which so sweet a beauty sought t' haue died And with sof●kind embraces bids her cleere I hose heauens her eye that weepimg clouded were Earnesily crauing what the cause might be That drag'd her thoughts to this selfe tragedy Whilst she as one dumb strucken stands at gaze With a dejected looke and nothing sayes But gri●ues that by her death 's too slow dispatch Her too kind nurse should her so tardy catch Shee good old nurse conjures her still with loue To shew what did these teares effusion moue And with her nakd and wrinckled brests displayd Which hoary age had dry and withered made Entreats her by her infant Swathlings and The food she first receiued from her hand When in her now exhaust and shriueld nipple There then was pleasant milke for her to tipple That vnto her she would those griefes impart Which seem'd so much to ouerload her hart Perswading her that griefes oft kill conceal'd But find redresse when th' are in time reueal'd To all which MIRRHA still with silent gaze Turning aside sighes but yet nothing sayes As one whose thoughts presaging no reliefe Would rather dye then vtter forth her griefe The gentle Nurse as yet in knowledge blind What these distempers mou'd but bent to find The fount from whence they flow'd with promise made Both of her secresie and vtmost ayde To her best age worne strength mought that might Asswage these passions or her hert delight Againe thus woes her Sweet child let me know What sodaine griefe this is torments thee so And what my ag'd experience can redresse My willing power shall speedily expresse Bee 't a distracting frenzie l 'ue a charme Of soueraigne herbes to cure thee of that harme Or bee'st thou hurt by some malignant fate I 'ue yet a spell shall shield thee from that hate Or dreadst thou some incensed god loe I With sacred rites that ire can pacifie What should I more suggest Good fortune shee Sweetly smiles on thee and as yet wee 're free From all incursions yea thy Sire and Mother Are liuing too and nightly ' nioy each other MIRRHA no sooner heares the name of Sire Fall from her nurses lippes but all on fire Like the dry flaxe to which the smallest cole Serues as a taper to enflame the whole She breaths forth many a sigh whilst still th' old crone The cause conceaues not of her heauy mone But yet suspects she loues and therefore still Stickes to her former purpose and doth will That whatsoeuer t' were she yet would please To let her know 't and trie her ages ease And therewith takes the teare-distilling Mayd Into her lap and with weake armes displaid Empaling her faire corpes sayes come I know The troubled spring from whence these streames doe flow Thou art in loue and either sham'st to say With whom or doubtst lest I 'le the same bewray But credit me my ayde shall serue