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A59751	Poems and translations amorous, lusory, morall, divine [collected and translated] by Edvvard Sherburne ...	Sherburne, Edward, Sir, 1618-1702.; Preti, Girolamo, 1582-1626. Salmace. English.; Saint-Amant, Marc Antoine Gérard, sieur de, 1594-1661. Metamorphose de Lyrian et de Sylvie. English.; Marino, Giambattista, 1569-1625. Lidia abbandonata. English.; Colluthus, of Lycopolis. Rape of Helen. English.	1651 (1651)	Wing S3222A; ESTC R1186	66,746	182

Cities next appear'd Men●breeding Phthia and Mycene rear'd High and wide built when the rich Meadows past Water'd by Eryman●bus He at last Spies Sparta lov'd Atrides City plac'd Near cleer Eurotas with rare Beauties grac'd Not far from whence under a shady Wood H' admiring saw how sweet Therapnae stood For now but a short Cut he had to sail Nor long was heard the dash of Oars They hale The Ship to shore and with strong Haulsers ty'd When Paris with cleer water purifi'd Upon his Tiptoes lightly treads for fear His lovely feet he with the Dust should smear Or going hastily his Hair which flows Beneath his Hat the Winds should discompose By this the stately Buildings drawing nigher He views the Neighbouring Temples that aspire And Cities splendour where with wondring Eyes The Statue of their Pallas he espies All of pure Gold from which his roving sight Next Hyacinthus Image does invite The Boy with whom Apollo us'd to play VVhom lest Latona should have rapt away Displeas'd with Jove the Amyclaeans fear'd Phoebus from envious Zephyre who appear'd His Rivall could not yet secure the Boy But Earth t' appease the sad Kings Tears his Joy A Flow'r produc'd a Flow'r that doth proclame Of the once lovely Youth the still-lov'd Name Now near Atrides Court before the Gates Bright in caelestiall Graces Paris waites Not Seme●e a Youth so lovely bare Your Pardon Bacchus though Joves Son you are Such Beauty did his Looks irradiate But Hellen the Court doors unbolting strait VVhen 'fore the Hall the Trojan she had seen And throughly mark'd kindly invites him in And seats him in a Silver Chair her Eyes VVhilst on his Looks she feeds not satisfies First she suppos'd he Venus Son might be Yet when his quiver'd Shafts she did not see She knew he was not Love but by the shine Of his bright Looks thought him the God of VVine At length her VVonder in these VVords did break VVhence art my Guest thy Stock thy County speak For Majesty is printed in thy Face And yet thou seem'st not of the Argive Race Of sandy Pylos sure thou canst not be I know Antilochus but know not thee Nor art of Phthia which stout Men doth breed I know all Aeacus renowned Seed The glorious Peleus and his warlike Son Courteous Patroclus and stout ●elamon Thus Hellen curious to be satisfi'd Questions her Guest who fairly thus reply'd If thou of Troy in Phrygia's utmost bound By Neptune and Apollo walled round And of a King from Saturn sprung who there Now fortunately rules didst ever hear His Son am I and all within his sway To me as chief next him subjection pay From Dardanus am I descended he From Jove where Gods immortal though they be Do oft serve Mortals who beguirt our Town Round with a VVall a VVall that ne'r shall down I am great Queen the Judge of Goddesses VVhom though displeas'd I censur'd and of these The lovely Venus Beauty did prefer For which in noble Recompence by her Promis'd a VVife her Sister Hellen nam'd For whom these Troubles I through Seas sustain'd Since Venus bids hert let us solemnize Our Nuptiall Rites Me nor my Bed despise On what is known insist we need not long Thy Spouse from an unwarlike Race is sprung Thou all the Graecian Dames dost far outvy Beautious thy Looks are theirs their Sex belye At this she fix'd on Earth her lovely Eyes And doubtfull paws'd a while at length replies Your Wals my Guest by hands Caelestiall rais'd And Pastures where his Heards Apollo graz'd I long to see To Troy bear me away I 'l follow thee and Venus will obey Nor there will Menelaus anger heed Thus Paris and the beautious Nymph agree'd Now Night the ease of Cares the Day quite spent Sleep brought suspended by the Morns Ascent Of Dreams the two Gates opening this of Horn In which the Gods unerring Truths are born T'other of Ivory whence couzening Lies And vain Delusions of false Dreams arise When from Atrides Hospitable Court Paris through plough'd Seas Hellen does transport And in the gift of Venus proudly joy Bearing with speed the freight of War to Troy Hermione soon as the Morn appears To Winds her torn Veyl casting big with Tears Her loss bewails and from her Chamber flying With grief distraught thus to her Maids spake crying Whither without me is my Mother fled Who lay with me last Night in the same Bed And with her own hand lockt the Chamber door Thus spake she weeping All the Maids deplore With her their Mistress absence yet assay With these kind Words her Passion to allay Why dost thou weep sweet Child thy Mother 's gon But will return soon as she hears thy Moan See how thy Tears have blubber'd thy fair Cheeks Much weeping the divinest Beauty breaks She 'mongst the Virgins is but gon to play And comming back perhaps hath miss'd her way And in some flowry Medow doubtfull stands Or in Eurotas bath'd sports on his Sands The weeping Child replyes the Hill Brook Walk And Fields she knows doe not so idly talk The Stars doe sleep yet on cold Rocks she lies The Stars awake and yet she does not rise O my dear Mother where dost thou abide Upon what Mountains barren Top reside Hath some wild Beast alas thee wandring slain Yet from Joves Royall Blood wild Beasts refrain Or fall'n from some steep Precipice art layd An unregarded Corse in some dark shade And yet in ev'ry Grove at ev'ry Tree Search have I made but cannot meet with Thee The Woods we blame not then nor doe profound Furota's gentle streams conceal thee drown'd For in deep Floods the Naiades doe use Nor e'r by them their Lives doe VVomen lose Thus poor Hermione complaining wept Then tow'rd her shoulder her head leaning slept Sleep is Deaths Twin and as the younger Brother In every thing doth imitate the other Hence 't is that VVomen often when they weep O'recharg'd with their own sorrows fall asleep VVhen in a Dream her Mother as she thought Seeing she cries vex'd yet with fear distraught From me disconsolate last night you fled And left me sleeping in my Fathers Bed VVhat Hill what Mountain have I left untrac'd To Venus pleasing Ties mak'st thou such haste To whom fair Tyndaris this Answer made Daughter though griev'd me yet forbear t' upbraid That treacherous Stranger who the other Day Came hither carry'd me by force away Thus she at which out strait Hermione flies But finding not her Mother louder cries VVing'd Issue of th' Inhabitants of Air Ye Birds to Menalaus strait declare One late arriving at the Spartan Port Ha●h rob'd him of the Glory of his Court Thus to regardless VVinds did she complain Seeking her absent Mother but in vain Mean-time through Thracian Towns and Helles strait Paris arriv'd safe with his beautious freight VVhen from the Castle viewing on the shore A new guest Land her hair Cassandra tore But Troy with open Gates her welcome shows To the returning Author of

fair Quire Juno of Joves Bed proud does first admire The shining Fruit then challeng'd as her due But Venus all surpassing claims it too As Love's Propriety which by Jove seen He calls then thus to Hermes does begin Know'st thou not Paris one of Priam's Sons VVho where through Phrygian Grounds smooth Xa●thus runs Grazes his horned Heards on Ida's Hill To him this Apple bear say 't is our Will As Arbiter of Beauty he declare VVhich of these Goddesses excells in rare Conjunction of arch'd Eyebrows lovely grace And well-proportion'd roundness of the Face And she that seems the fairest in his Eyes To have the Apple as her Beauties prize This charge on Mercury Saturnius laies VVho humbly his great Sires Commands obeys And with officious care Th' Immortals guides VVhilst each her self in her own Beauty prides But as they went Loves subtle Queen her heads ●ich Tire unloosing with gold Fillets breads Her curious Hair then thus with Eyes intent On her wing'd Sons her troubled thoughts does vent The strife is neer deer Sons your Mother aide This day must crown my Beauty or degrade And much I fear to whom this Clown will give The golden fruit Juno all men beleeve To be the Graces reverend Nurse to Her The gift of Scepters they assign in War A powerfull Goddess is Minerva deem'd But We alone are of no Pow'r esteem'd Nor Empires We nor Martiall Arms bestow Yet why without a cause thus fear We though Minervas spear We have not We yet better Are with our Caestus arm'd sweet Loves soft Fetter Our Caestus that our Bow is that our sting Which smart to Women but not death does bring Thus rosie-finger'd Venus on the Way To her attending Cupids spake whilst they With dutious Words their drooping Mother cheer And now they reach'd the Top of Ida where The youthfull Paris neer Ana●●us head His Father's sheep in Flocks divided fed Here of his roving Buls he count doth keep And there he reckons o'r his well-fed sheep Low as his Knee a Mountain Goats rough hide Hung from his shoulders slagging by his side In 's hand a Neatheards Goad such to the Eye As slowly to his Pipes soft Melody He moves appear'd the gentle Phrygian Swain Tuning on 's Reed a sweet though rurall strain I' th' solitary stalls oft would he set Himself with Songs delighting and forget The care both of his Heards and Flocks the Praise Of Pan and Hermes subject of his Layes With Shepheards most in use whose sweeter Note No Dogs rude Howl no Bulls loud-bellowing Throat Disturbs but Eccho only that affords An artless sound in unarticulate Words His Oxen cloy'd with the rank Grass were layd Stretching their fat sides in the cooler shade Under th' Umbrella of a spreading Tree Whilst he himself sate singing but when he Spy'd Hermes with the Goddesses afraid Upstarting from their sight he would have made And his sweet Pipe among the Bushes flung Abruptly clos'd his scarce commenced Song To whom amaz'd thus Heavens wing'd Nuncius spake Cast away fear a while thy Flocks forsake Thou must in Judgement sit and freely tell Which of these Pow'rs in Beauty does excell And to the fairest this fair fruit present Thus he when Paris with Eyes mildly bent In amorous Glances of their Beauties took Exact survey which had the gracefull'st Look The brightest Eyes whose Neck the whitest skin Not leaving ought from Head to Heel unseen To whom Minerva first her self addrest Then taking by the hand these Words exprest Come hither Paris I leave Jove's Wife behind Nor Venus President of Nuptials mind Pallas of Valour the Directress praise Intrusted with large Rule and Power Fame saies Thou govern'st Troy Me chief for Form confess I 'll make thee too its Guardian in distress Comply and 'gainst Bellona's dreadfull Harms Secur'd I 'll teach thee the bold deeds of Arms Thus Pallas courted him she scarce had done When with fair Words and Looks Juno begun If me the Prize of Beauty thou 'lt assign The Empire of all Asia shall be thine Slight Wars what good from thence to Princes springs Both valiant men and Cowards stoop to Kings Nor doe Minerva's Followers oft rise high But Servants rather to Bell●na dy This glorious Proffer stately Juno made But Venus her large Veil unloos'd displayd Her whiter Bosome nor at all was shy But did the honied Chain of Loves unty And whilst to view she her fai● Breasts disclos'd Thus spake her Looks into sweet smiles dispos'd Our Beauty Wars forgot our Beauty prize And Empires and the Asian Lands despise We know not Wars nor use of Shields can tell In Beauty Women rather should excell For Valour I 'll to thee a Wife commend Stead of a Throne fair Hellens Bed ascend A Spouse thee Troy and Sparta shall behold Scarce had she ended when the fruit of Gold To Venus as her Beauties noble Prize The Swain presented whence dire Wars did rise Who in her hand as she the Apple weigh'd Did Juno and Minerva thus upbraid Yield me the Victory yield me fair Friends Beauty I lov'd and Beauty me attends● Juno they say thou gav'st the Graces Life Yet they have all forsook thee in this strife Though thou to Mars and Vulcan Mother art Nor Mars nor Vulcan did their Aid impart Though this in Flames that glory in his Spear Yet neither one nor other helpt thee here How thou braggd'st too who from no Mothers wombe But Jove's cleft Skull the Birth of Steel didst come In Armour how thy Limbs are drest how Love Thou shunn'st and dost the Toyls of Mars approve Alike to Peace and Wedlock opposite Minerva know that such for glorious Fight Are much unfit whom by their Limbs none well Whether they Men or Women be can tell Sad Pallas thus proud of her Victory She flouts and her and Juno both puts by Whilst she the fatall Prize of Beauty won Inflam'd with Love hot in pursuit of one To him unknown with inauspicious Fate Men skill'd in Architecture Paris strait To a dark Wood conducts where in a Trice Tall Oaks are fell'd by Phereclus Advice Of Ills the Author who before to please His fond King Ships had built whilst for the Seas Paris does Ida change and on the shore With frequent Pray'rs and Sacrifice implore His kind Assistant Queen of Marriage vows Then the broad Back of Hellespo●tus ploughs But sad presaging Omens did appear Seas rising to the Skyes did either Bear Surround with a dark Ring of Clouds whilst through The troubled Air a showring Tempest flew With stroaks of active Oars the Ocean swell'd And now the Trojan Shores forsook he held His Course for Greece and born with winged hast Ismarus Mouth and tall Pangaeus past Then Love●slain Phyllis rising Monument And of the Walk which oft sh● came and went The Ninefold Round he saw there she to mourn Did use while her Demophoons safe Return She from Athenian Lands expected then Coasting by Thessalies broad Shores in Kenn The fair Achaian

{non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} The Son of great-soul'd Nestor Homer Il. {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} of whom Pindar Pythic 6. Philostratus l. 2. Ieon 7. Horac l. 3. od. 10. Aeacus renowned seed Aeacus was the son of Jupiter and Aegina whose sons were Phocus Peleus Teucer and Telamon Patroclus {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Homer passim in Illad {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Menaetius valiant son and the beloved associate of Achilles by birth an Opuntian who having at play casually slain Clysomnius the son of Amphidamus a youth of equal years with himself being banished his Countrey and coming to Phthia was kindly entertainted by Peleus and brought up by him as a companion for his son Achilles which besides Homer in Iliad {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Ovid in these verses testifies Caede puer factâ Patroclus Opunta reliquit Thessalicamque adijt Hospes Achilles humum Stout Telamon Not here to be taken for one of Phthia though happily our Author at first sight may seem to infer as much for as I have before noted {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Apollo● l. 1. Telamon in Salamis did reign But Peleus apart in Phthia dwelt By Neptune and Apollo walled round Yet Neptune in Homer Iliad {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} affirms that he only wall'd it {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} I onely Troy with a fair wall did round That it impregnable might still be found Being hired to that end for a year by Laomedon as Apollo was to keep his Oxen as Homer in the same place tells us and our Author likewise at verse following plainly intimates But Pindar Olymp. 8. reports that part of it was wall'd by Aeacus {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Whom Phaebus and dread Neptune call'd To help them when they Ilium wall'd Foreknowing in wars wastfull fire It once should fatal fumes expire The Godlings having no other way to save their credits and keep touch with destiny t● an by admitting a mortal to the work which else in spite of fate must needs have been impregnable From Dardanus am I descended It is not perhaps commonly taken notice of that this Dardanus was a famous Magician Apuleius in Apolog. Ego ille sim vel Charinondas vel Damigeron vel is Moses vel Jannes vel Apollonius vel ipse Daidanus vel quicunque post Zoroastrem vel Hostanem inter Magos celebratus est On earth she fixt her lovely Eyes Musaeus {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} And with little difference Virgil Diva solo fixos oculos aversa tenebat A sign of bashfulness or deliberation Vide Barthij Adversaria Of Dreams the two Gates opening The Antients as both Philostratus and the Anonymus Author of Hieroglyphical Collections reportes painted sleep like a man heavy with slumber his under garment white his upper black thereby expressing Day and Night holding in his hand a Horn sometimes really such sometimes of Ivory in the likeness of one through which they feign'd that he conveyd dreams true when the same was of Horn false when of Ivory To which Virgil in 6. Aeneid and our Author here allude as before them Homer in 19. Odyss. The reason of which Fiction take from Macrobius in Somn. Scip. as more pertinent in my opinion than that Exposition which Servius gives where he writes much to this effect There is a veil drawn between our Intellect and Truth yet this the soul when freed from the distempers of the body by sleep oft-times perceives but darkly and as it were through a cloudy medium signified by the horn of colour black yet of a diaphanous nature but when there is such a veil drawn over it that the eyes of the minde can no way penetrate it it is said to be of Ivory whose nature is such that though wrought to never so extream a thinness it cannot possibly be made pellucid Having given you this serious Mythologie of the Fable it will not be amiss to conclude with this lighter allusion of Manno's Sogno a la sua donna Sognasti d'esser Mia Mafu sogno mentito Perch' egl' era uscito Fuor d' Avorio del tuo bianco seno Se vuoi ch'a pieno Egli verace scà Il geloso Marito Lascia schernito Esi farà ritorno Per la Porta del Corno Once unto my amorous flame Dear thou dreamd'st thou didst consent But that dream of truth fell short 'Cause it from the Ivory Port Of thy white bosom came But if thou wouldst what that meant Now a real truth should prove Dearest Love Thy old bedfellow forsake And a new and better take And thou'lt find t' will then return By the other Gate of Horn From Atrides hospitable Court Paris through plowd S●as Hellen does transport And in the gift of Venus proudly joy Briefly but fully to this purpose Statius in 2. Achill Hospitis Atridae Spolia● Thalam●s Helenaque superb●s Navigat Whither without me is my Mother fled Hermione in Ovids Epistle Ipsa ego non long●s etiam tunc scissa capello● Clamabam Sine Me me sine Mater abis My self with short hair torne cry'd whither Oh Without me Mother whither dost thou go She with the Virgins is but gone to play Of these Customary meetings of Virgins to dance in some Garden or Meadow theocrit. Idyl 18. Moschus Id. 2. Apollon. 1. Musaeus From Joves Royal bloud wild Beasts refrain Upon this ground perhaps is built that opinion of the Ancients commonly received among the vulgar that the Lion will not touch the person of a King to hurt him for {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Challimach in Hymno ad Jove● Kings are from Jove nor from Jove springs Ought that more sacred is than Kings Sleep is deaths Twin Homer in 14. 16. Iliad whence Seneca in Hercule furente borrowed this expression Frater durae languide mortis For they both had the same parents Erebus and Night according to Hesiod in Theogonia Pausanias in Eliacorum 1. reports that he saw at Elis the picture of a woman holding in her left arm a white in her right a black child the one expressing death the other sleep the woman her self representing night the nurse of both The reason of which faigned Twinship Athenagoras thus gives {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} i. e. For this cause I suppose some call sleep the brother of death not as deriving their genealogie from the same parents but from the same accidents which happen