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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A76130	New poems. I. The young lover's guide: or, The unsuccessful amours of Philabius, a country lover; set forth in several kind epistles, writ by him to his beautious-unkind mistress. Teaching young lovers how to comport themselves with resignation in their love-disasters. II. The answer of Helena to Paris, newly translated by a country shepherdess. III. The sixth Æneid and fourth eclogue of Virgil, newly translated. / By J.B. Gent.	Philabius. Young Lover's Guide.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 6.; Virgil. Bucolica.; J. B., Gent.	1699 (1699)	Wing B116A; ESTC R172635	36,862	132

Desert abounds as in my Dear Far greater Offers doubtless you have met Youth Beauty Riches all that 's gay and great From Men your sweet-prevailing Charms have won As who can stand before the glorious Sun If I to these a Sacrifice must fall I 've this at last my Dear to say for all A Judge of Men most values Gifts of Mind For these I dare contend tho' still resign'd If by your Judgment cast hard Fate I 'll cry And humbly kiss that Hand by which I die My only Dear Yours for ever Philabius The Second Address My only DEAR SInce to my last no Answer you have giv'n Impatient Love commands me write agen Silence sometimes they say implies consent If yours be such I have my Heart 's content But if your Silence as I fear it may Concludes your Lover's doom another way Sad is my Fate which tho' with trembling Hand I ne'ertheless desire to understand Tumultuous Passions now torment my Soul Hope gives me Comforts Fear does all controul All sick in Mind where shall my Refuge be There 's none but you can ease my Misery Once you were ill I then prescrib'd a Cure Fond was my Soul your sacred Health t'ensure And now I languish to you I must fly 'T is at your pleasure that I live or die And e'en to Death more easily I 'm resign'd Than to continue in this state of Mind Your gentle Nature can't be so severe To let him perish calls you's Only Dear And calls all Heav'n to witness it is true O! pity one devoted thus to you I know some Lovers only Passions feign And if they Court for nothing 't is but Gain Fine Words they have if Ladies will believe Sweet goes the Pipe while Fowlers Birds deceive Such Fraud my Dearest can't suspect in me Her Person only's my great Treasury There lies in store the whole that I pursue For this alone her Self and Friends I wooe 'T is all on Earth I beg of Heaven too I 'm not ambitious know the World too well Content with Greatness does not always dwell Great should I be so I could sit at ease Admire my Dear with fond Caresses please No Soul so clear no Aspect so divine Sweet Mildness with Sublimeness there combine No cloud of Passion intercepts those Rays Of charming Graces which she thence displays All 's there surprizing Mortals can descry Symmetrious Features wondrous Harmony There should I gaze for ever still should find My Sense transported with transported Mind O Nature's Goddess to you I must pay All Adoration zealous Votive may What state of Bliss does Heav'n to him decree Where it alots your blest Society Where-e'er that God whence you these Charms derive Designs the Station wherein you shall live To me 's unknown of this at least I 'm sure Your absence long I can't with Life endure As Flowers fade in th' absence of the Sun My Life without your Influence is gone What may I do your Favour Dear to gain Can Life can Love can nothing it obtain With Muse sublime above the Stars I 'll raise Your Name your Fame with my immortal Lays A Poem next I 'll write of Love divine In which my Fair Heav'ns Angels shall out-shine In Praise of her let all the World that dares Contend they 'll find Philabius void of Fears And would's his Suit had Issue by such Wars I want a Friend Death robb'd me of this Year To plead my Cause with Kindness to my Dear Had he surviv'd I had not stood alone To deal with many hard it is for one And florid Youth now rivals my Desire And most are apt the rising Sun t' admire Tho' Judges know the perfect state of Man Is when his Sun 's in the Meridian The Air is foul with Fogs as Sun does rise And as it further climbs the lofty Skies 'Till come t'its height nor is Man's Reason clear 'Till he has reach'd his Jubilean Year And this with Favour let me farther say Unstedfast Youth tho' specious brisk and gay Is prone to change contingent Beauty too Mature Years more likely may prove true And let not this unminded pass by you Fain would my Pen much farther here inlarge Whole Floods of Passion thus I could discharge But fearing this already tires my Dear I check my Pen and stop in full career This only Boon imploring at your Hand That you 'll vouchsafe to let me understand In Verse or Prose or by some private Friend How all my Hopes and Love-Address must end O Beauty O Love O Pity Philabius The Third Address My only DEAR ONce more I write for who can Love withstand Which Heart inflames and presses on the Hand Help Muse agen this once my Fate to try And gently guide my Pen before I die Help me to soft Expressions which my Dear May move and force from her kind Eyes a Tear Of Pity for me Heav'ns what is' t I say Do I wish Sorrow to my only Joy Through Love distracted all in Mind I rave And wish for what I 'd rather die than have Help me t'Expressions may affect her Mind With Thoughts as chearful as they make them kind No Pity let them but gay Love inspire Cold 's hopeless Pity Love 's a sacred Fire If e'er on Earth true Love in Man has been It reigns in me and Love I hope 't will win By Love of Heav'n we Love from Heav'n obtain My Fair is heav'nly Love her Love must gain On this I stand on this my Soul relies If I 'm deceiv'd my Fall is with the Wise Tho' twice I 've writ no Answer from my Fair Have yet receiv'd must I for this despair Once or twice asking seldom does with Men Ought I not ask Heav'ns Darling once agen Perhaps this Silence of my Dear's to try Her Lover's Patience Zeal and Constancy If so with constant Patience I must bear Altho' if long such Trials prove severe My Temper 's not the same with other Men Strong are my Passions where they take a run A Check inflames them raging they boil o'er As Waves when broken on a craggy Shoar And strongly checkt with Terror rage and roar Such Measures with dull Lovers may do well They serve to stir and kindle sluggish Zeal But where you find Love apt to take on Flame I think the way of Dealing 's not the same Good Sportsmen seek not to destroy their Game As roughness fits a rough ungenerous Mind The tender-hearted Tenderness should find To them the Usage should be mild and kind O! sick am I my Dear by your delay What one Man cures another may destroy I always take it as a double Boon If what I sue for may be granted soon And as the Favour 's greater still the more The Grantor I prize honour love adore With what surprizing Joy think you then Dear Quick News and kind from you 'd ravish my Ear I beg at least let gentle Hopes maintain My Flame and let my Heart some respite gain And cast me not

PREFACE HAving a Book in a forwardness for the Press relating to the Symbolical Theology of the Gentiles and Virgil being known to have been critically learned in that kind and the most learned parts of his Works thereunto relating being his Sixth Aeneid and Fourth Eclogue it entred into my Thoughts lately to peruse them And on the perusal conceiving I should more clearly possess my self of his Sense by a Translation than by a cursary Reading I applied my self to it and such as it is have now permitted it to the Press And conceive as to the main it may appear to an indifferent Reader more easy and more clearly comprehending Virgil's Sense than Mr. Ogylby's whose Notes with others for Illustration the Reader may make use of if he pleases it being beside my present Business to make Comments and Virgil taking him either in the Original or in any Translation being unintelligible in many Places without good Assistance in that kind he presupposing much Learning in a Reader As for Mr. Dryden's Translation of Virgil I must own I heard it was extant before I set upon mine but I could not get sight of it in the Country where I then was As I have look on some parts of it since I cannot pretend to have giv'n Virgil that Lustre in what I have translated of him which Mr. Dryden by his more copious way of Expression has done I having generally endeavour'd to hold way with Virgil Verse for Verse However in regard I look on Virgil as an Author which may be set in several Lights by Translators for making him more clearly intelligible I have not with-held the small part I have translated from the Publick J. B. The Sixth Book of Virgil's Aeneids THus weeping speaks and sets his Fleet to Sea And came t' Aeuboean Cuma ' n Italy Their Prows they Sea-wards turn with Anchors moor Their Ships whose Bow-built Sterns front all the Shoar The crowding Youth with eager Spirit lands Some striking Fire with Flints the wild Beasts dens Some storm for Wood fresh Rivers some descry Mean while Aeneas fam'd for Piety Apollo's Temple minds his Thoughts are on The Sibyll's Cave and dread recess by none Approacht but with an awful Terror where Apollo future Truths makes known to her Inspiring an excess of Mind And so To Trivia's Groves and Phoebus Tow'r they go Daed'lus t' escape from Minos as they say Daring with Wings in th' Air to make his way By course before unheard of Northward past And gently pitch'd on Chalcis Tow'r at last Assoon's arriv'd Phoebus his Wings to you And Art he sacred made and Temple now In front of which Androgeus Death was carv'd And as to Athens 't was a Pain reserv'd To pay sev'n pairs of Children yearly there Stands Pot and Lot's drawn for them ev'ry year On th' opp'site part Creete stands above the Sea Where 's seen the curst Love of Pasiphae And how by slight the Bull she underlay Here 's the mixt Race and biform Minotaure All Mon'ments of nefarious Lust And here The Lab'rinth whence none ever could get clear Tho Daed'lus finding Ariadne involv'd In desp'rate Love through Pity once resolv'd The Craft-contrived Windings of the Maze By guidance of a Thread through all its ways And Ic'rus you had Grief gi'en way good part In this great Work had had Your chance by Art Your Father twice essay'd t'engrave in Gold Twice his Hand faild him and his Heart grew cold Soon had they view'd all but Achates sent Before return'd with her for whom he went Deiphobe Glaucus's Daughter Priestess both To Trivia and Phoebus Who t' Aeneas saith This is no time such Sights to view But now 'T is fit you slay sev'n Stieres untrayn'd to Plow As many Sheep chosen as our Laws allow This said t' Aenaeas done without delay The Trojans call'd to Temple all obey A mighty Cave but in the Mountains side To which an hundred ways and Gates do guide Whence hundred Voices Sibyll's Answers pass They came to th'entrance when the Virgin says Time calls t' enquire of Fate Lo God appears And saying thus straitway before the Doors Her Count'nance and her Colour chang'd her Hair Dechevell'd flew her Breast as wanting Air And fill'd with Sacred Rage does pant and swell And now she seems self-greater and to tell Things more than human Being more nearly inspir'd She cries Aeneas don 't you as requir'd Your Vows and Prayers offer For till then In this Stupendious House no or'cle's gi'en This said she stopt The Trojans quake with fear Aeneas then pour'd forth this hearty Pray'r O Phoebus always pittying Hardships sent On Trojans who did guide the Dart was bent By Paris at Aechilles By your Hand Being guided Seas surrounding Tracts of Land Of vast extent I 've entred past the Moors Remotest bounds and all their sandy Shoars And now tho' baulked long we 're hither come So far pursu'd still by our Trojan doom And now the Trojans you of right shou'd spare All Gods and Goddesses who ever were Displeas'd with Troy and Trojan Glory ' nd you Most holy Priestess knowing things t' ensue Since I ask nothing to my Fates undue Tell us the Trojans and tost Gods of Troy And wand'ring Deities Latium shall enjoy To Trivia ' nd Phoebus Temples then I 'll raise Of Marble and in 's Name set Holy Days And in my Kingdoms Sacred Structures I Will build to keep your Books of destiny And secret Fates foretold my Nation and Choice Men appoint as Sacred for that end Only I wou'd you write them not lest they To rapid Winds become a sport and prey But speak them Ending thus what he shou'd say Now she impatient Phoebus yet to bear Within the Cave does rage and strives to clear Her loaded Breast of him still he the more Her raging Heart and Mouth does over pow'r And toyls her and so works to tempet meet And now the Temples hundred Gates which yet Were clos'd flie ope of their accord and thro' Them flie the Sibyll's Answers thus O you Who now have past all dangers on the main Were fated for you know there still remain On Land far greater Trojans shall possess Lavinia's Kingdom doubt you not of this But they 'll wish not t' have come Wars horrid Wars I see and Tyber foaming with much Blood Simois and Xanthus here you 'll find made good And Dorique Tents And an Achilles now In Latium's born and of a Goddess too Nor will the Trojans go they where they please Be without Juno When in your distress You were suppliant to what Countries here And Towns did you not sue for aid Be sure A forreign Wife and extern Match will be The cause again of so much Misery But boldly stem Misfortunes yield to none What scarce you 'd think your entrance to this Crown Will first be shewn you from a Grecian Town The Sibyll utters with such Words as these From th'or'cle dread ambiguous Prophesies Resounding in the Cave Apollo so The raging Virgin