â—right Constellations and fair-figured Gods â—n heauenly Mansions fixt their blest abodes The glittering Fishes to the Flouds repayre The Beasts to Earth the Birds resort to Ayre The nobler Creature with a minde possest Was wanting yet that should command the rest That Maker the best World's originall Either 〈◊〉 framâ—d of see Coelestiall Or Earth which late he did from Heauen diuide Some sacred seeds retayn'd to Heauen ally'd Which with the liuing streame Prometheus mixt And in that artificiall structure fixt The forme of all th' all-ruling Deities And where as others see with downe-cast eyes He with a loftie looke did Manâ—indue And bade him Heauens transcendent glories view So that rude Clay which had no forme afore Thus chang'd of Man the vnknowne figure bore The Golden Age was first which vncompeld And without rule in Faith and Truth exceld As then there was nor punishment nor feare Nor threatning Lawes in brasse prescribed were Nor suppliant crouching prisâ—ners shooke to see Their â—â—grie Iudge but all was safe and free To visit other Worlds no wounded Pine Did yet from Hills to faithlesse Seas decline Then vnambitious Mortals knew no more But their owne Countrie 's Nature-bounded shore Nor Swords nor Armes were yet no trenches round Besieged Iownes nor striâ—â—efull Trumpets sound The Souldier of no vâ—e In firme content And harmelesse ease their happy dayes were spent The yet-free 〈◊〉 did of her owne accord Vntoinâ—â— wit vploughs all sorts of fruit afford Content with Natures vn-enforced food They gather Wildings Strawb'ries of the Wood â—owre Cornels what vpon the Bramble growes And Acorns which Ioue's spreading Oke bestowes â—Twas alwayes Spring warme Zophyrus sweetly blew On smiling Flowres which without setting grew â—orth-with the Earth corne vnmanured beares And euery yeere renewes her golden Eares With Milke and Nectar were the Riuers fill'd And yellow Hony from greene Elms distill'd But after Saturne was throwne downe to Hell â—ue rul'd and then the Siluer Age befell â—ore base than Gold and yet than Brasse more pure â—ue chang'd the Spring which alwayes did indure â—o Winter Summer Autumne hot and cold â—he shortned Springs the yeaâ—'s fourth-part vphold â—hen first the glowing Ayre with feruor burn'd â—he Raine to ycicles by bleake winds turn'd â—en houses built late hous'd in Caues profound 〈◊〉 plashed Bowres and Sheds with Oâ—iers bound â—hen first was Corne into long furrowes throwne â—nd Oxen vnder heauâ—e yokes did 〈◊〉 Next vnto this succeeds the Brazen Age â—orse natur'd prompt to horridâ—warre â—â—â—rage 〈◊〉 yet nor wicked Stubborne Yr'â— the 〈◊〉 â—hen blushlesse Crimes which all degrees suâ—past â—he World surround Shame Truth and Faith depart â—â—aud enters ignorant in no bad Art â—â—rce Treason and the wicked Loue of gayn â—heir sailes those winds which yet they knew not strayn â—nd ships which long on loftâ—â— Mountaynes stood â—hen plow'd th' vnpractiz'd bosome of the Flood The Ground as common earst as Light or Ayre By limit-giuing Geometric they share Nor with rich Earth's iust nourishments content For treasure they her secret entrailes rent The powerfull Euill which all power inuades By her well hid and wrapt in Stygian shades Curst Steel more cursed Gold she now forth brought And bloody-handed Warre who with both fought All liue by spoile The Host his Guest betrayes Sons Father-in-lawes 'twixt Brethren loue decayes Wiues husbands husbands wiues attempt to kill And cruell Step-mothers pale poysons fill The Sonne his Fathers hastie death desires Foild Pietie trod vnder foot expires Astraa last of all the heauenly birth Affrighted leaues the blood-defiled Earth And that the Heauens their safetie might suspect The Giants now coelestiall Thrones affect Who to the skies congested Mountaines reare Then Ioue with thunder did Olympus teare Steep Pelion from vnder Ossa throwne With their owne waight their monstrous bodies groâ—e And with her Childrens blood the Earth imbru'd Which shee scarce thoroughly cold with life iudu'd And gaue thereto t'vphold her Stocke the face And forme of Man a God-contemning Race Greedie of slaughter not to be withstood Such as well shews that they were borne of blood Which when from Heauen Saturnius did behold He sigh 't reuoluing what was yet vntold Of fell Lycaoâ—'s late ihhumane feast Iust anger worthy Ioue inflam'd his breast A Synod call'd the summoned appeare There is a way well seene when skies be cleare Tho Milkie nam'd by this the Gods resort Vnto th' Almightie Thunderers high Court With euer-open dores on either hand Of nobler Deities the Houses stand The Vulgar dwell disperst the Chiefe and Great In front of all their shining Mansions seat This glorious Roofe I would not doubt to call Had I but boldnes lent me Heauen 's White-hall All set on Marble seats He leaning on His Iuory Scepter in a higher Throne Did twice or thrice his dreadfull Tresses shake The Earth the Sea the Stars though fixed quake Then thus inflam'd with indignation spake I was not more perplext in that sad Time For this Worlds Monarchie when bold to clime The Serpent-footed Giants durst inuade And would on Heauen their hundred-hands haue laid Though fierce the Foe yet did that Warre depend But of one Body and had soone an end Now all the race of man I must confound Where-euer Nerâ—us walks his wauy Round And this I vow by those infernall Floods Which slowly glide through silent Stygian woods All cures first sought such parts as health reiect Must be cut off least they the sound infect Our Demi-gods Nymphs Syluans Satyres Faunes Who haunt cleare Springs high Mountayns Woods and Lawnes On whom since yet we please not to bestow Coelestiall dwellings must subsist below Thinke you you Gods they can in safetie rest When me of lightning and of you possest Who both at our Imperiall pleasure sway The sterne Lycaon practiz'd to betray All bluster and in rage the wretch demand So when bold Treason sought with impious hand By Caesar's bloud t'out-race the Roman name Man-kind and all the World 's affrighted Frame Astonisht at so great a ruine shooke Nor thine for Thee lesse thought Augustus tooke Than they for Ioue He when he had supprest Their murmur thus proceeded to the rest He hath his punishment remit that care The manner how I will in briefe declare The Times accus'd but as I hop't bely'd To trie I downe from steep Olympus slide A God transform'd like one of humane birth I wandred through the many-peopl'd Earth 'T were long to tell what crimes of euery sort Swarm'd in all parts the truth exceeds report Now past den-dreadfull Maenalus confines Cylâ—ene cold Lycaeus clad with Pines There where th' Arcadians dwell when Doubtfull-light Drew on the deawy Charriot of the Night I entred his vnhospitable Court The better Vulgar to their pray'rs resort When I by signes had showne a Gods repayr Lycaâ—n first derides their zealous pray'r Then said We straight the vndoubted truth will trie Whether he be immortall or may die In dead of night when all was whist and still Me in
Man Her Iuno made a Beare Shee and her son Aduanced starres that still the Ocean shun Coronis now a Crowe sties Neptune's fright Nictiminè is made the Bird of Night The too-officious Rauen late so fayre Is plum'd with black Ocyroë growes a Mare Phoebus a Heardsman Mercury twice such Who turnes betraying Battus into Tuch. Enuious A glauros to a Statue full Of her minde's spots Loue Ioue conuerts t' a 〈◊〉 SOl's loftie Palace on high Pillars rais'd Shone all with gold and stones that flame-like blaae ' The roofe of Iuory diuinely deckt The two-leau'd siluer-doores bright rayes proiect The workmanship more admiration crau'd For curious Musciber had there ingrau'd The Land-imbracing Sea the orbed Ground The arched Heauens Blew Gods the billowes crown'd Shape-changing Pâ—oteus Triton shrill the tall Big-brawn'd Aegeon mounted on a Whale Gray Doris and her daughters heauenly-faire Some sit on Rocks and drie their Sea-greene haire Some seeme vpon the dancing Waues to glide Others on bacâ—s of crooked â—ishes ride Amongst them all no two appeare the same Nor deâ—â—e more than sisters well became The Earth had saluage Beasts Men Cities Woods Nymphs Satyres rurall Gods and crystall Floods Aboue all these Heauen 's radiant image shines On both sides deckt with six refulgent Signes To this bold Phaëton made his ascent And to his doubted Father's presence bent Yet forc't to stand aloose for mortall sight Could not induret ' approach so pure a light Sol cloth'd in purple sits vpon a Throne Which cleerly with tralucent Emralds shone With equall-raigning Houres on either hand The Dayes the Moneths the Yeers the Ages stand The fragrant Spring with flowrie chaplet crown'd Wheat eares the browes of naked Summer bound Rich Aâ—â—â—â—mn smear'd with crusht Lyaeus blood New hâ—â—y-headed Winter quiuering stood Much daunted at these sacred nouelties The fear â—full Youth all-seeing Phoebus spies Who said What hither drew thee Phaeton Who art and woâ— thily my dearest Son He thus reply'd O thou refulgent t Light Who all the World teioyeest with thy sight O Father if allow'd to vse that name Nor Câ—ymens by thee disguise her shame Produce some signe that may my birth approue And from my thoughts these wretched doubts remoue He from his browes his shining rayes displac't And bidding him draw-neere his neck imbrac't By merit as by birth to thee is due That name said he and Clymene was true To cleere all doubts aske what thou wilt and take Thy granted wish Beare witnesse thou dark Lake The oath of Gods vnto our eyes vnknowne These words no sooner from his lips were flowne But he demands his Chariot and the sway Of his hot Steeds to guide the winged Day The God repents him of the oath he made And shaking his illustrious Tresses said Thy tongue hath made mine erre thy birth vnblest O would I could break promise this request I must confesse I onely would denie And yet disswade I may Thy death doth lie Within thy wish What 's so desir'd by thee Can neither with thy strength nor youth agree Too great intentions set thy thoughts on fire Thou mortall do'st no mortall thing desire Through ignorance affecting more than they Dare vndertake who in Olympus sway Though each himselfe approue except me none Is able to supply my burning Throne Not that dread Thunderer who rules aboue Can driue these wheeles and who more great than Ioue Steep is the first ascent which in the prime Of springing Day fresh Horses hardly clime At Noone through highest skies their course they beare Whence Sea and Land euen We behold with feare Then downe the Hill of Heauen they scoure amaine With desperate speed and need a steady reigne That Thetis in whose wauy bowres I lie Each euening dreads my down-fall from the skie Besides the Heauens are daily hurried round That 〈◊〉 the Statres to other motions bound Against this violence my way I force And counter-â—un their all 〈◊〉 bearing course My Charriot had can thy sraile strength ascend The obuious Poles and with their force contend No Gâ—oues no Cities fraught with Gods expect Nâ—â— maeble Fanes with wealthy offrings deckt Through saluage shapes and dangers lyes thy way Which couldst thou keep and by no error stray Betweene the Buls sharp horns yet must thou goe By him that draws the strong Aemonian bowe The deathfull Scorpion's far-out-bending clawes The shorter Crab's the roaring Lyon's iawes Nor easie is't those fiery Steeds to tame Who from their mouthes and nosthrils vomit flame They heated hardly of my rule admit But head-strong struggle with the hated bit Then lest my bountie which would saue should kill Beware and whil'st thou maist reforme thy will A signe thou crau'st that might confirme thee mine I by dehorting giue a certaine signe Approu'd a Father by Paternall feare Book on my looks and reade my sorrows there O would thou could'st descend into my brest And apprechend my vexed Soules vnrest And lastly all the wealthy World behold Of all that Heauen enrich rich seas infold Or on the pregnant-bosom'd Earth remayne Aske what thou wilt and no repulse sustaine To this alone I giue a forc't consent No honour but a true-nam'd punishment Thou for a blessing beg'st the worst of harms Why hang'st thou on my neck with fawning arms Distrust not we haue sworn but aske and take What thou canst wish yet wiser wishes make In vaine dehorted he his promise claym'd With glory of so great a charge inflam'd The wilfull Youth then lingring Phoebus brought To his bright Chariot by Vulcan wrought The Beam and Axeltree of massie gold On Siluer Spokes the golden Fellies rol'd Rich Gems and Crysolites the Harnesse deckt Which Phoebus beames with equall light reflect Whil'st this admiring Phaëton suruayes The wakefull Morning from the East displayes Her purple doores and odoriferous bed With plentie of deaw-dropping Roses spred Cleare Luciser the flying Starres doth chace And after all the rest resignes his place When Titan saw the Dawning ruddy grew And how the Moon her siluer horns with-drew He bade the light-foot Houres without delay To ioyn his Steeds The Goddesses obay Who from their loftie Mangers forth-with led His fierie Horses with Ambrosou fed With sacred Oyle anoynted by his Syre Of vertue to repulse the rage of fire He crown's him with his Rayes Then thus began With doubled sighs which following woes fore-tan Let not thy Father still aduise in vaine Sonne spare the whip and strongly vse the raigne They of their owne accord will run too fast 'T is hard to moderate a flying haste Nor driue along the fiue directer Lines A broad and beaten path obliquely windes Contented with three Zones which doth auoid The distant Poles the track thy wheeles will guide Descend thou not too low nor mount too high That temperate warmth may heauen and earth supply A loftie course will heauen with fire infest A lowely earth the safer Meane is best Nor to the folded Snake thy Chariot guide Nor to the Altar on the
humbly on their faces prostrate lay'd And kissing the cold stones with feare thus pray'd If Powres diuine to iust desires consent And Angry Gods doe in the end relent Say Themis how shall we ouâ— Race repaire O helpe the drown'd in Water and Despayre The Goddesse with compassion mou'd reply'd Goe from my Temple both your faces hide Let Garments all vnbraced loosely flow And your Great-Parents bones behinde you throw Amaz'd first Pyrrha silence breakes and said By me the Goddesse must not be obay'd And trembling pardon craues Her Mothers ghost She feares would suffer if her bones were tost Meane-while they ponder and reiterate The words proceeding from ambiguous Fate Then PromethÃdes Epimethida Thus recollecteth lost in her dismay Or we the Oracle misse-vnderstand The righteous Gods no wicked thing command Or Earth is our Great-Mother and the stones Therein contain'd I take to be her bones These sure are those we should behinde vs throw Although Titania thought it might be so Yet she misse-doubts Both with weake faith rely On ayding Heauen What hurt was it to try Departing with heads vail'd and clothes vnbrac't Commanded stones they o're their shoulders cast Did not Antiquitie auouch the same Who would beleeu 't the stones lesse hard became And as their naturall hardnesse them forsooke So by degrees they Mans dimensions tooke And gentler-natur'd grew as they increast And yet not manifestly Man exprest But like rough hewne ' rude marble Statues stand That want the Workemans last life-giuing hand The Earthy parts and what had any iuyce Were both conuerted to the body's vse The vnflexible and solid turne to bones The veines remaine that were when they were stones Those thrown by Man the for ome of men indue And those were Women which the Woman threw Hence we a hardy Race inur'd to paine Our Actions our Originall explaine All other creatures took their numerous birth And figures from the voluntary Earth When that old humour with the Sunne did sweat And slimy Marishes grew big with heat The pregnant Seeds as from their Mothers wombe From quickning Earth both growth and forme assume So when seuen chanel'd Nile forsakes the Plaine When ancient bounds retiring streames containe And late-left slime aethereall feruours burne Men various creatures with the gleabe vp-turne Of those some in their very time of birth Some lame and others halfe aliue halfe earth For Heat and Moysture when they temperate grow Forth-with conceiue and life on things bestow From striuing Fire and Water all proceede Discording Concord euer apt to breede So Earth by that late Deluge muddy growne When on her lap reflecting Titan shone Produc't a World of formes restor'd the late And other vnknowne Monsters did create Huge Python thee against her will she bred A Serpent whom the new-borne People dread Whose bulk did like a mouing Mountaine show Behold the God that beares the Siluer Bow Till then inur'd to strike the flying Deere Their happy Selues and longs to taste their blisse Admires her fingers hands her armes halfe-bare And Parts vnseene conceiues to be more rare Swifter than following Winds away she runs And him for all this his intreatie shuns Stay Nymph I pray thee stay I am no Fo So Lambs from Wolues Harts flye from Lyons so So from the Eagle springs the trembling Doue They from their deaths but my pursute is Loue. Wo's me if thou shouldst fall or thornes should race Thy tender legs whilst I enforce the chace These roughs are craggy moderate thy haste And trust me I will not pursue so fast Yet know who't is you please No Mountanere No home-bred Clowne nor keepe I Cattell here From whom thou flyâ—st thou know'st not silly foole And therefore fly'st thou I in Delphos rule Iâ—nian Claros Lycian Patara And Sea-girt Tenedos doe me obay Ioue is my Father What shall be hath beene Or is by my instructiue rayes is seene Immortall Verse from our inuention springs And how to strike the well concording-strings My shafts hit sure yet He one surer found Who in my emptie bosome made this wound Of herbs I found the vertue and through all The World they Me the great Physician call Aye me that herbs can Loue no cure afford That Arts relieuing all should faile their Lord More had he said when she with nimble dread From him and his vnfinisht court-ship fled How gracefull then the Wind that obuious blew Too much betray'd her to his amorous view And play'd the Wanton with her fluent haire Her Beauty by her flight appear'd more rare No more the God will his intreaties loose But vrg'd by Loue with all his force pursues As when a Hare the speedy Gray-hound spyes His feet for prey shee hers for safetie plyes Now beares he vp now now he hopes to fetch her And with his snowt extended straines to catch her Not knowing whether caught or no she slips Out of his wide-stretcht iawes and touching lips The God and Virgin in such strife appeare He quickned by his hope She by her feare But the Pursuer doth more nimble proue Enabled by th' industrious wings of loue Nor giues he time to breathe now at her heeles His breath vpon her dangling haire shee feeles Cleane spent and fainting her affrighted bloud Forsakes her cheeks Shee cryes vnto the Floud Helpe Father if your streames contayne a Powre May Earth for too well pleasing me deuour Or by transforming O destroy this shape That thus betrayes me to vndoing rape Forth-with a numnesse all her lims possest And slender filmes her softer sides inuest Haire into leaues her Armes to branches grow And late swift feet now roots are lesse than slow Her gracefull head a leauy top sustaines One beauty throughout all her forme remaines Still Phoebus loues He handles the new Plant And feeles her Heart within the bark to pant Imbrac't the bole as he would her haue done As ignorant of what she more than fear'd Ioue faynes her importunitie to shift Her borne of Earth Saturnia begs the gift What should he doe be cruell to his Loue Or by denying her suspition moue Shame that perswades and Loue doth this disswade But stronger Loue Shame vnder foot had layd Yet doubts if he should such a thing deny His Wife and Sister 't would the fraud descry Obtayn'd not forth-with feare the Goddesse left Distrusting Ioue and iealous of his theft Vntill deliuered to Argus guard A hundred eyes his head 's large circuit starr'd Whereof by turnes at once two onely slept The other watcht and still their Stations kept Which way so-ere he stands he IoÌ„ spyes IoÌ„ behind him was before his eyes By day she graz'd abroad Sol vnder ground He hous'd her in vnworthy halter bound On leaues of Tress and bitter herbs she fed Poore soule the Earth not alwayes greene her bed And of the Torrent drinks With hands Vp-heau'd Shee thought to beg for pity how deceiu'd Who low'd when she began to make her mone And trembled at the voyce which was her owne Vnto the
fruit I haue borne That thus I am with plough and harrowes torne Wrought-out through-out the yeare that man and beast Sustayne with food and you with incense feast But say I merit ruine and thy hate What hath thy brother done by equall Fate Elected to the wauy Monarchie That Seas should sinke and from thy presence flie If neither he nor I thy pittie moue Pitty thy Heauen Behold the Poles aboue At either end do fume and should they burne Thy habitation would to ruine turne Distressed Atlas shoulders shrinke with payne And scarce the glowing Axeltree sustayne If Sea if Earth if Heauen shall fall by fire Then all of vs to Chaos must retire O! quench these flames the miserable state Of things releeue afore it be too-late This said her voyce her parched tongue forsook Nor longer could the smothering vapors brook But down into her-selfe with-drew her head Neere to the infernall Cauerns of the Dead Ioue calls the Gods to witnesse and who lent The strayning Chariot should not he preuent That All would perish by one destinie Then mounts the highest Turret of the skie From thence inur'd to cloud the spacefull Earth And giue the flame fore-running thunder birth But there for wasted clouds he sought in vaine To shade or coole the scorched Earth with raine He thunders and with hands that connot erre Hurls lightning at the audacious Charioter Him strooke he from his seat breath from his brest Both at one blow and â—lames with flames supprest The frighted horses plunging seuerall wayes Breake all their tire to whom the bit obayes The reignes torne beame crackt spokes disperst abroad Scotcht Heauen was with the Chariots ruines strow'd But souleâ—lesse â—haâ—ton with blazing haire Shot heâ—-long through a long descent of Aire As when a falling starre glides through the skie Of seemes to fall to the deceiued eye Whom great Eridanus farre from his place Of birth receiu'd and quencht his flagrant face Whose Nymphs interr'd him in his Mothers womb And fixt this Epitaph vpon his Tomb Here Phaâ—ton lyes who though he could not guide His Fathers Steeds in high attempts he dy'd Phoebus with griefe with-drew One day did runne About the World they say with-out the Sunne Which flamie funerals illuminate That good deriued from a wretched Fate When 〈◊〉 had said what could be said In such a griefe halfe-soul'd in black array'd She fils the Earth she wanders through with grones First seeking his dead corps and then his bones Interr'd in forren Lands she found the last Her feeble-lims vpon the place shee cast And bath'd his name in teares and strictly prest The carued Marble with her bared brest Nor lesse th' Hâ—liades lament who shead From drowned eyes vaine offerings to the dead Who with remorselesse hands their bosoms teare And wayling call on him that cannot heare With ioyned horns foure Moons their orbs had fil'd Since they their customarie plaints vpheld When Phaâ—tâ—usa thinking to haue cast Her selfe on Earth cry'd ah my feet stick fast Lampâ—tie pressing to her sisters ayd As suddenly with fixed roots was stayd A third about t' haue torne her scattered haire Tore-off the leaues which on her crowne the bare This grieueth at her stiffe and senselesse thighes Shee that her stretcht-out arms in branches rise And whilâ—st with wonder they themselues behold The creeping barke their tender parts infold Then by degrees their bellies brests and all Except their mouthes which on their mother call What should shee doe but run to that to this As furie draue and snatch a parting kisse But yet not so suffiz'd shee stroue to take Them from themselues and down the branches brake From whence as from a wound pure blood did glide O pitty Mother still the wounded cry'd Nor 〈◊〉 vs in our Trees O! now adieu With that the barke their lips together drew From these cleere dropping trees tears yearly â—low They hardned by the Sunne to Amber grow Which on the moysture-giuing Riuer spent To Roman Ladies as his gift is sent Sthenâ—â—an Cygnus at that time was there A-kin to Phaëton in loue more neere He leauing State who in Liguria raign'd Which Cities great and populous contayn'd Fild with complaints the Riuer-chiding floods The sedgie banks and late augmented Woods At length his voice grew small white plume contends In whitenesse with his haire his neck ascends Red films vnite his toes armes turne to wings His mouth a flat blunt bill that sadly sings Becoâ—â—e a Swan remembring how vniust 〈◊〉 lightning was nor Heauen nor him will trust Whom Lakes and Ponds detesting fire delight And â—loâ—ds to Flames in nature opposite The wofull Father to dead Phaâ—ton Him 〈◊〉 neglecting all his lustre gon As when eclipst day light his owne life hates And 〈◊〉 griefe with anger aggrauates Retâ—â—ing to illuminate the Earth â—â—ough too much my toile born with the birth Of Time as restlesse without end regard Or honour recompenc't with this reward Some other now may on my Chariot sit If all of you confesse your selues vnfit Let â—oue ascend that he when he shall trie At length may lay his murdering thunder by Then will â—e finde that he who could not guide Those fire-hoou'd Steeds deseru'd not to haue dy'd The Gods stand round about him and request That endlesse Night might not the World inuest Euen â—oue excus'd his lightning and intreats Which like a King he intermixt with threats Displeased Phoebâ—â— hardly reconcil'd Takes-vp his Steeds as yet with horror wild On whom he vents his spleen and though they run He â—ashes and vpbraids them with his Son The Thunderer then walks the ample Round Of Heauens high walls to search if all were sound When finding nothing there by fire decay'd He Earth and humane industries suruay'd Arcadia chiefely exerciz'd his cares There Springs and streames that durst not run repaire's The Fields with grasse the Trees with leaues indue's And withered Woods with vanisht Shades renew's Oft passing to and fro a Nonacrine The God inflam'd her beautie more diuine 'T was not her Art to spin nor with much care And fine varietie to trick her haire But with a zone her looser garments bound And her rude tresses in a fillet wound Now armed with a Dart now with a Bowe A Squire of Phoebe's Moenalus did knowe None more in grace of all her Virgin throng But Fauorites in fouoâ— last not long The parted Day in equall balance held A Wood shee entred as yet neuer feld There from her shoulders shee her Quiuer takes Vnbends her Bowe and tyr'd with hunting makes The flowry-mantled Earth her happy bed And on her painted Quiuer layes her head When Ioue the Nymph without a guard did see In such a positure This stealth said hee My Wife shall neuer know or say shee did Who ah who would not for her sake be chid Diaâ—a's shape and habit them indew'd He said My Huntresse where hast thou pursew'd This morning's chace Shee rising made reply Harle Pow'r more great than Ioue though Ioue stood by
Cities which in these far-distant parts Are famous with ciuilitie and arts And Aesonâ— son whom I more dearely prize Than wealthy Earth and all her Monarchies In him most happy and affected by The bounteous gods my crown shall reach the sky They tell of Rocks that iustle in the maine Charybdis that sucks in and casts againe The wrackfull waues how rauâ—nous Scylla waits With barking dogs in rough Sicilian straits My loue poslest in Iasons besome laid Let seas swell high I cannot be dismaid While I infold my husband in my armes Or should I feare I should but feare his harmes Call'st thou him husband wilt thou then thy blame Mâ—dea varnish with an honest name Consider well what thou intendst to doe And while thou maist so foule a crime eschue Thus she When honour pictie the right Before her stood and Cupid put to flight Then goes where Hecates old Altar stood O're-shadowed by a dark and secret wood Her broken ardor she had now reclaim'd Which Iasons presence forth-with re-inflam'd Her cheeks blush fire her face with feruor flashes And as a dying cinder rak't in ashes Fed by reuiuing windes augmenting glowes And tossed to accustom'd fury growes So sickly Loue which lare appear'd to dye New life assum'd from his inflaming eye Whose looks by chance more beauty now discouer Than heretofore you might forgiue the louer Her eager eyes she riuets on his face And frantick thinks him of no humane race Nor could diuert her lookes As he his tongue Began t' vnloose her faire hand softly wrung Implor'd her aide and promis'd her his bed She answer made with tearrs profusely shed I see to what euents m' intentions moue Nor ignorance deceiues me thus but loue You by the vertue of my art shall liue In recompence your faithfull promise giue He by the Altar of the Triple Powre The groues which that great Deity imbowre Her fathers Sire to whom the hid appeares His owne successe and so great danger sweares Beleeu'd from her th' inchanted herbs receiues With them their vse and his Protectresse leaues The Morrow had the sparkling stars defac't When all in Marse's field assemble plac't On circling ridges Seated on a throne The iuory-scepter'd King in scarlet shone From adamant nostrils bras-hoou'd Buls now cast Hot Vulcan and the grasse with vapors blast And as full forges blowne by art resound As puluer'd flints infurnest vnder ground By sprinkled water fire conceiue so they Pent flames inuolu'd in noysefull brests betray So rumble their scorcht throtes Yet Aesons Heire Came brauely on on whom they trune and stare With terrible aspects his ruine threat With steele-tipt hornes Inrag'd their cleft hooues beat The thundring ground whence clouds of dust arise And with their smoky bellowings rend the skies The Minya freeze with feare but he remaines Vntoucht such vertue Sorcery containes Their dew-laps boldly with his hand he strokes Inforc't to draw the plough with heauy yokes The Colchians at so strange a sight admire The Minya shout and set his powres on fire Then in his caske the vipers teeth assumes Those in the turn'd-vp furrowes he inhumes Earth mollifies the poys'nous seeds which spring And forth a haruest of new People bring And as an Embrion in the womb inclos'd Assumes the forme of man within compos'd Through all accomplisht numbers nor comes forth To breathe in ayre till his maturer growth So when the bowels of the teeming Earth Grew great she gaue mens perfect shapes their birth And what 's more strange with them their armes ascend Who at th' Aemonian Youth their lances bend When this th' Achaians saw they hung the head And all their courages for terror fled Euen she who had secur'd him was affraid When she beheld so many one inuade A chil cold checks her bloud death looks lesse pale And left the hearbs she gaue should chance to faile Vnheard auxiliarie charmes imparts And calls th' assistance of her secret Arts. He hurles a massiâ— stone among his foes Who on themselues conuert their deadly blowes The Earth-borne brothers mutuall wounds destroy And ciuill warre The Achiues skip for ioy And throng t' imbrace the Victor Her the same Affection spurd but was with-held by shame Yet that too weake if none had lookt vpon her Not vertue checkt her but the wrack of honor Now in conceit she hugs him in her armes Applauds th' inuentiue Gods with them her charmes To make the Dragon sleepe that neuer slept Remaines whose care the golden purchace kept Bright crested triple tongu'd his cruell iawes Arm'd with sharpe phangs his feet with dreadfull claweâ— When once besprinkled with Lethaean iuyce And words repeated thrice which sleepe produce Calme the rough seas and make swift riuers stand His eye-lids vail'd to sleepes vnknowne command The Heros of the Golden Fleece possest Proud of the spoyle with her whose fouour blest His enterprize an other Spoyle now bore To sea and lands on safe Iolcian shore Aemonian parents for their sons returne Bring gratefull gifts coniested incense burne And chearfully with horne-gilt offrings pay Religious vowes But Aeson was away Opprest with redious age now neere his tomb When thus Aesonides O wife to whom My life I owe though all I hold in chiefe From thy deserts which far surpasse beliefe If magick can what cannot magick do Take yeeres from me and his with mine renue Then wept His pietie her passion stirs Who sighs to thinke how vnlike she had beene to hers Yet this concealing answers What a crime Hath slipt thy tongue thinkst thou that with thy time I can or will anothers life inuest Hecat ' fore-fend nor is 't a iust request Yet Iason we a greater gift will giue Thy father by our art renew'd shall liue Without thy losse if so the triple Powre Assist me with her presence in that howre Three nights yet wanted ere the Moone could ioyne Her growing hornes When with replenisht shine She fac't the earth the Court she leaues her haire Vntrest her garments loose her ankles bare And wanders through the dead of drowsie Night With vnseene steps Men beasts and birds of flight Deepe Rest had bound in humid gyues who crept So silently as if her selfe had slept No Aspen wags moyst ayre no sound receiues Stars onely shine to which her armes she heaues Thrice turnes about besprinkles thrice her crowne With gather'd deaw thrice yawnes and kneeling down O Night thou friend to Secrets you cleare fires That with the Moone succeed when Day retires Great Hecate that know'st and aid imparts To our designes you Charmes and magick Arts And thou O Earth that to Magicians yeelds Thy powerfull simples aires winds mountaines fields Soft murmuring springs still lakes and riuers cleare You Gods of woods you Gods of night appeare By you at will I make swift streames retire To their first fountaynes whilst their banks admire Seas tosse and smooth cleere clouds with clouds deforme Stormes turne to calmes and make a calme a Storme With spels and charmes I breake
The torch his hand sustain'd still sputtering rais'd A tearefull smoke nor yet though shaken blaâ—'d Th' euent worse then the Omen As his Bride Troopes with the Naiâ—des by Hebrus side A Serpent bit her by the heele which forc't Life from her hold and nuptiall tyes diuorc't Whom when the Thracian Poet had aboue Enough bewail'd that his complaints might moue The vnder Shades at Taenarus descends To Sâ—ygian flouds and his bold steps extends By ayrie Shapes and fleeting Soules that boast Of sepulture through that vnpleasant coast To Plutos Court. When hauing tun'd his strings Thus to his harpe the God-like Poet sings You Powres that sway the world beneath the Earth The last abode of all our humane birth If we the truth without offence may tell I come not hither to discouer Hell Nor binde that scolding Curre who barking shakes About his triple browes Medusa's snakes My wife this iourney vrg'd who by the tooth Of trod-on Viper perisht in her youth I would and stroue t' haue borne her losse but Loue Won in that strife A God well knowne aboue Nor here perhaps vnknowne If truly Fame Report old rapes you also felt his flame By these obscure abodes so full of dread By this huge Châ—â—s and deepe Silence spâ—â—â—d Through your vast Empire by these prayers of mine Euryâ—ices too-hasty fate vatwine We all are yours and after a short stay Early or late we all must runne one way Hither we throng for our last home assign'd Th' eternall habitation of man-kind She when her time by nature shall expire Againe is yours I but the vse desire If Fate denie me this my second choice Is here t' abide in both our deaths reioyce While thus he sung and struck the quauering strings The bloudlesse Shadowes wept not flattering Springs Tempt Tantalus Ixions Wheele stood still Their Vrne the Belides no longer fill The Vultures feed not Tityus lest to grone And Sisyphus sate listning on his Stone The Furies vanquisht by his verse were seene To weepe that neuer wept before Hels Queene The king of darknesse yeeld t' his powrefull plea. Among the late-come Soules Eâ—rydice They call she came yet halting of her wound Giuen Orpheus with this law Till thou the bound Of pale Auernus passe if back thou cast Thy carefull eyes thou loosest what thou hast A steepe ascent darke thicke with fogges they clime Through euerlasting Silence By this time Approach the confines of illustrious Light Doubting her losse and longing for a sight His eyes th'impatient louer backward threw When she back sliding presently with-drew He catches at her in his wits distraught And yeelding aire for her vnhappy caught Nor did she dying twice her spouse reproue For what could she complaine of but his loue Who takes her last farewell her parting breath Scarce reacht his eares and so 〈◊〉 for dâ—â—th Her double losse sad Orpheus stupiside With equall terror vnto his who spide About the pleasant fields in pleasure ride And with a purple raigne the willing guide 'T was Summer and high Noone Dayes burning eye Made smoking Cancers crooked clawes to fry Vpon the ground the panting Hart was laide Coole aire receiuing from the syluan shade Whom silly Cyparissus wounds by chance And seeing life pursue his tug'd out lance Resolues to die What did not Phoebus say That might a griefe so slightly caus'd allay He answers him in sight this last good-turne Implores That he might neuer cease to mourne His bloud now shed in teares a greenish hiew His body dimmes the locks that dangling grew Vpon his iuory fore-head bristling use And pointing vpward seeme to threat the skies When Phoebus sighing I for thee will mourne Mourne thou for others Herses still adorne Such trees attracting and inuiron'd round With birds and beasts vpon the rising ground The Poet sits who hauing tun'd his strings Indissonancie musicall thus sings From Ioue ô Mother Muse deriue my verse All bow to Ioue Ieues power we oâ—t rehearse And late of Giants sung in lofty straines Forâ—â—dâ— y his thunder on Phiegraean plaines Nâ—w in a lower key to louely boyes Belou'd of Gods turne we our softer layes And sing of womens furies who persue For breden lusts persude by Vengeance due Heauens King young Ganymed inflames with loue There was what Ioue would rather be than Ioue Yet daines no other shape than hers that beares His awfull lightning in her golden seares Who forth with stooping with deceitfull wings Trust vp Iliades by Ida's springs Who now for Ioue though iealous Iuno scoules Delitious Nectar fils in flowing bowles And thee Amyclides in azure skies Had Phoebus fixt if cruell Destinies Had not preuented yet in some sort made Eretnall For as oft as Springs inuade Sharpe winters and to Aries Pisces yeelds So oft renu'd thy Flowre adorne the fields Thee lou'd my Father best of humane births Her Guardian quits his Delphos in wide Earths Round nauill seated while the God of Beames Haunts wall-lesse Sparta and Eureâ—as streames Now neither for his Harpe nor Quiuer cares Himselfe debasing beares the corded snares Or leads the dogs or clambers mountains led By Lordly Loue and flames by custome fed Now Titan bore his equall distant Light Betweene fore-running and ensuing Night When lightned of their garments either shone With suppling Oile in strife to throw the stone This swinging through the aire first Phoebus threw The obuious clouds dispersing as it flew On solid earth though flying long at length Descends inforc't by art-inabling strength Th'imprudent Boy attempts with fatall hast To take it vp when Earth by boundings cast The Globe ô Hyacinthus at thy head The Boy lockt pale and so the God who bled Their lookes imboldned modesty now gone Conuert at length to little-differing Stone Pygmalion seeing these to spend their times So beast-like frighted with the many crimes That rule in women chose a single life And long forbore the pleasure of a wife Meane while injoury with happy art A Statue carues so shapefull in each part As woman neuer equall'd it who stands Affected to the fabrick of his hands It seem'd a Virgin full of liuing flame That would haue mou'd if not withheld by shame So Art it selfe conceal'd His art admires From th' Image drawes imaginary fires And often feeles it with his hands to try If 't were a body or cold iuory Not could resolue Who kissing thought it kist Oft courts imbraces wrings it by the wrist The flesh impressing his conceit was such And feares to hurt it with too rude a touch Now flatters her now sparkling stones presents And orient pearle loues witching instruments Soft-singing birds each seuerall colour'd flowre First Lillies painted balls and teares that powre From weeping trees Rich Robes her person decke Her fingers rings reflecting chaines her necke Pendants her eares a glittering zone her breft In all shew'd well but shew'd when naked best Now laies he her vpon a gorgeous bed With carpets of Sidonian purple spred Now calls her wife Her head a pillow
glide By potent Sardis keepe the bankes that lead A long th'incountring Current to his head There where the gushing fountaine fomes diue in And with thy body wash away thy sinne The King obeyes who in the fountaine leaues That golden vertue which the Spring receiues And still those ancient seeds these waters hold Who gild their shores with glittering graines of gold He hating wealth in woods and fields bestowes His time with Pan whom mountaine Caues inclose Yet his gâ—osse wit remaines his shallow braine An sottish senses punish him againe High Tmolus with a steepe ascent vnfolds His rigid browes and vnder-seas beholds Whose stretch-out bases here to Sardis ioyne There to Hypaepis girt in small confine Where boasting Pan while he his verse doth praise To tender Nymph and pipes t' his rurall layes Before Apollo's durst his songs prefer They meet ill-matcht great Tmolus arbiter Th' old Iudge on his owne Mountaine sits and cleares His eares from trees alone a garland weares Of Oke with acorns dangling on his brow Who thus bespake the God of Shepherds Now Your Iudge attends He blowes his wax-bound reeds And Midus fancie with rude numbers feeds Then sacred Tmolus to diuine Apollo Conuerts his lookes his woods his motion follow He his long yellow haire with laurell bound Clad in a Tyrâ—an robe that swept the ground A Violl holds with sparkling gemmes in chac't And Indian teeth the bow his right hand grac't A perfect Artist shew'd The strings then strucke With cunning hand With his sweet musicke tooke Tmolus bids Pan his vanquisht reeds resigne All in the holy Mountaines sentence ioyne But Midas only whose exclaimes traduce The Censure Phoebus for this grosse abuse Transformes his eares his folly to declare Stretcht out in length and couer'd with gray haire Instable and now apt to moue The rest The former figure of a man possest Punisht in that offending part who beares Vpon his skull a slow-pac't Asses eares He striues to couer such a foule defame And with a red Tiara hides his shame But this his seruant saw that cut his haire Who bigge with secrets neither durst declare His Soueraignes seene deformity not yet Could hold his peace Who digs a shallow pit And therein softly whispers his disgrace Then turning in the earth forsooke the place A tuft of whispering Reeds from thence there growes Which comming to maturity disclose The husbandman and by soft South-winds blowne Restore his words and his Lords eares make knowne Reueng'd Apollo leauing Tmolus flies Through liquid aire and on the land which lies On that side Helles streightned surges stands Where far-obey'd Laâ—medon commands Below Rhoeaeuâ— high aboue the flood And on the right hand of Sigaum flood An Altar vow'd to Panomphaean Ioue From whence He saw Laeomedon improue New Troy's scarce founded walls with what adoe And with how great a charge they slowly grew Who with the Father of the tumid Maine Indues a mortall shape and entertaine Themselues for vnregarded gold to build The Pluygian Tyrants walls That worke fulfill'd The King their promised reward denies And perâ—ury by swearing multiplies Reuengefull Neptune his wilde waues vnbound Which all the shores of greedy Troy surround And made the Land a Lake the country Swaine His labour lost beneath that liquid Plaine Besides the daughter of the King demands Who chained to a Rocke exposed stands To seed a Monster of the Sea for free By strenuous Hercules Yet could not Hee The horses of Liomâ—don enioy His valours hire who sackes twice periur'd Troy And giues his fellow Souldier Telamen Hesione for Poleus now had won A Deity nor in his Grandfather Tooke greater pride than in his Sire by her For Iupiter had Nephewes more than one But he a Goddesse had espous'd alone For aged Proteus thus foretold the truth To waue-wet Theth Thou shalt beare a Youth Who shall in glorious armes transcend his birth And Fathers fame Lest any thing on earth Should be more great than Ioue Ioue shuns the bed Of Sea-thron'd Thetis though her beauty led His strong desires who bids Aeacides Succeed his loue and wed the Queene of Seas A Bay within Aemonia lies that bends Much like an arch and fat-stretcht armes extends Which were if deepe a harbor lockt by land Where shallow seas o're spred the yellow sand The sollid shore where-on no sea-weed growes Nor clogs the way nor print of footing showes Haâ—d by a mirtle groue affords a shade In this a caue though doubtfull rather made By art than nature hither Thetis swimmes On Delphins backes here ccucht her naked limbes In this the sleeping Goddesse Peleus caught Who when she could not by his words be wrougt Attempts to force and claspt her in his armes And had she not assum'd her vsuall charmes In varying shapes he had his will obtain'd Now turning to a fowle her flight restrain'd Now seemes a massie tree adorn'd with leaues Close to the bole th'inamor'd Peleus cleaues A spotted Tygresse she presents at last When he with terrour strucke his armes vnclaspt Who powring wine on seas those Gods implores And with perfumes and sacrifice adoreâ— Till the Carpathian Prophet rais'd his head And said Aeacides inicy her bed Doe thou but binde her in her next surprise When in her gelid caue she sleeping lies And though she take a thousand shapes let none Dismay but hold till she resume her owne This Proteus said and diu'd to the Profound His latter word in his owne waters drown'd Now hasty Titan to Hesperian seas Descends when beauteous Thetis bent to ease Forsooke the floud and to her caue repair'd No sooner she by Peleus was insnar'd But forth-with varies formes vntill she found Her Virgin limbes within his fetters bound Then spreading forth her armes She sighing said Thou hast subdude by some immortall aid And Thetis shew'd nor his imbrace repell'd Whose pregnant wombe with great Achilles swell'd Happie was Peleus in his sonne and wife And had not Phocus murder soild his life All-fortunate With brothers bloud defil'd Thee Tracbin harbours from thy home exil'd Where courteous Ceyx free from rigour raign'd The sonne of Lucifer whose lookes retain'd His fathers luster then disconsolate Not like himselfe for his lost brothers fate Hither with trauell tit'd and clog'd with cares The banisht with a slender traine repaires Mrs Hockes and Heards with men for their defence Left in a sâ—adie vale not farre from thence Conducted to his Royall presence Hee With oliue brancht downe bending to his knee His name and birth declares the murder maskes With forâ—ed cause of flight a dwelling askes In field or citie Ceyx thus replyes Our hospitable bounty open lyes To men of vulgar ranke what owes it then To your high spirit so renoun'd by men Of monumentall praise Whose bloud extracts His sourse from Ioue improued by your Acts To sue is times abuse your worth assures Your full desires of all the choice is yours I wish it better And then wept The cause Ioues Nephew askes when after a
in euery manly vertue growes And haunts the fields through which Paeneus flowes The sonne of bold Ixiâ—â— now had wed Hippodame the saluage Cenraures bred Of clasped Clouds his inuitation grac't In plashed bowres at sundry tables plac't There were th' Aemoniax Princes there was I The Palace rung with our confused ioy They Hymen sing the altars fume with flames Forth came th' admired Bride with troopes of dames We call Pirithaus happy in his choice But scarce maintaine the O men of that voice For Eurytus more heady than the rest Foule rapine harbors in his saluage brest Incenst by beauty and the heat of wine Lust and â—â—briâ—ty in out-rage ioyne Straight turn'd-vp boords the feast prophane the faire And tender spouse now haled by the haire Fierce Eurytus Hippodime all tooke Their choice or whom they could sackt cities looke With such a face The women shreeke we rise When Theseus first ô Eurytus vnwise Dar'st thou offend Pirithous as long As Theseus liues in one two suffer wrong The great-sould Heâ—os not to boast in vaine Breakes through the throng and from his fierce disdaine The Rape repris'd He no reply affords Such facts could not be iustifi'd by words But with his fists the braue redeemer prest Assailes his face and strikes his generous brest Hard by there stood an antique goblet wrought With extant figures this Aegides caught Hurl'd at the face of Eurytus a floud O freeking wine of braines and clotted bloud At once he vomits from his mouth and wound And falling backward kickes the dabled ground The Centaures frantieâ—ie for their brothers death Arme arme resound with one exalted breath Wine courage giues At first an vncouth â—â—light Of flagons pots and boules began the fight Late fit for banquets now for bloud and broiks First Amycus Opâ—ions issue spoiles The sacred places of their gifts downe rampes A brazen cresset tâ—â—uche with burning â—â—â—yes This swings a loft as when a white-hair'd Bull The Sacrificer strikes which crusht the skull of Celadon the Lapitâ—iâ—s and Iust His face vnknowne confusion forme bereft Out start his eyes his batter'd nose betwixt His shiuer'd bones slat to his pallat fixt Pallaean Pelades a tressell tore That propt the boord and fell'd him to the flore He knockes his chin against his brest and spude Bloud mixt with teeth A second blow persude The first and sent his vexed soule to hell Next Gryncus stood his lookes with vengeance swell Serues this said he for nothing there with rais'd A loft a mighty Altar as it blaz'd Among the Lapiâ—â—hites his burden threw Which Broteas and the bold Orion slew Orions mother Myâ—ale eft-soone Could with her charmes deduce the strugling Moone Exadius cry'd Nor shalt thou so depart Had I a weapon Of a voted heart The Antlers from a Pine he puls they six Their forkes in Gryncus darkned eyes this stickes Vpon the horne that in concreted gore Hung on his beard A fire-brand Rhaelus bore Snatch from the Altar and Charaxus heâ—d Crackt through the skull with yellow tresses spred The rapid flame his blazing curles surround Like come on fire bloud broyling in his wound Horribly hisses asked steele that gloes With seruent blasts which plâ—ant tongues dispose To quenching coole-troughes sputtors striues consumes And hissing vnder heated 〈◊〉 fumes The Wounded from his singed tresses shakes The greedy flame and on his shoulders takes A stone torne from the threshold which alone Would loade a waine as distant Rhoetus throwne This falling short Comeles life inuades And sent his friend to euerlasting shades When Rhoetus laughing May you all abound In strength so try'd and aggrauates his wound With repercussions of his burning brand Crusht bones now sinke in braines Then turnes his hand Vpon young Coritus Euagrus Dryas Which gaue to Coritus a fatall passe What glory can the slaughter of a boy Afford Euagrus said nor more could say For Rhoetus e'r his iawes together came Hid in his throte and brest the choaking flame Then whiskes the brand about his browes and driues At valiant Dryas but no longer thriues For through his shoulder who had triumpht long In daily slaughter Dryas fixt his prong Who groning tugs it out with all his might And soild with bloud conuerts his heeles to flâ—ght So Lycidas Arnaeus Medon sped In his right arme Pisenor Caumaes fled Wound-tardie Mermerus late swift of pace Meneleus Pholus Abas vs'd to chace The Bore and Astylâ—s who fates fore-knew Who vainly bade his friends that warre eschew And said to frighted Nessus Fly not so Thou art reseru'd for great Alcides bow But yet Eurynomus nor Lycidas Arcus nor Imbreus vnslaughtred passe All quell'd by Dryas hand Thee Cantus too Though turn'd about for slight afore-wound side For looking backe the point betweene his sights There where the nose ioynes with the fore-head lights Who with his shield and burganet defends The sounding strokes yet still his sword extends And twixt his shoulders at one thrust doth gore His double brests Yet had he slaine before Phlegraeus Hyles with his lances flight Hiphinôus and Danis in close fight Addes Dorylas to these who wore a skull Of Wolfe-skin tan'd the sharpe hornes of a Bull In stead of other weapons fixt before And dyde in crimson with Laepithian gore To whom with courage fir'd I said in scorne Behold how much our steele excels thy horne And threw my lance not to be shun'd he now Claps his right hand vpon his threatned brow Which both together nail'd They rore and while Th'ing aged with his bitter wound doth toile Thy father who was neerest neerer made And through his nauill thrust his deadly blâ—dâ— He bounds and on the earth his bowels trailer The trailed kickes the kickt in peâ—ces hakâ—â— Which winding fetter both his legs and thighes So falls and with a gutlesse belly dies Nor thee thy beauty Cyllarus could saue If such a two-form'd figure beauty haue His chin now 'gan to bud with downe of gold And golden curles his iuory backe in sold His lookes a pleasing vigor grace his brest Hands shoulders necks and all that man exprest Surpassing arts admired images Nor were his bestiall parts a shame to these Adde but a horses head and crest he were For Castors vse his backe so strong to beare So largely chested blacker than the crow His taile and feet-lockes white as falling snow A number of that nation sought his loue Whom none but faire â—ylonome could moue None for attracting fauour so excell Of all the halfe-mares that on Othrys dwell Shee by sweet words by louing by confest Affection only Cyllarus possest With combes she smoothes her haire her person trimmet With all that could be gracefull to such limbes Of Roses Rosemary and Violets And oft of Lillies curious dressings pleats ' Twice daily washt her face in Springs that fall From Pagasaean hills twice daily all Her body bathes in cleansing streames and ware The skins of beasts such as were choice and rare Which flowing from her shoulder crosse her
strong in body I â—m mind As skilâ—ull Pâ—lots those surpasse who row As wise Commanders common souldiers so I thee excell Our vertue is lesse great In brawne than braine this vigorously compleat Then ô remunerate my vigilance And â—â—â—nces for so many yeeres expence In anxious â—ares this dignity extend To â—y deserts Our worke is at an end With-standing fates remou'd I in that I Haue made it fesable haue taken Troy Now by our mutuall hopes Troy's ouerthrow Those Gods which late I rauisht from the foe If ought remaine to be discreetly done That courage craues through danger to be won If in the Ilian destiny there be A knot yet to vnkit remember me Or if you can forget these Armes resigne To this and shewes Minerua's fatall Signe The Chiefes were mou'd Here words approu'd their charmes The Eloquent the Valiant now disarmes He who alone Ioue Hector sword and fiâ—e So oft sustain'd yeelds to one brunt of ire Th'vnconquered sorrow conquers Then his blade In haste vnsheaths Sure thou art mine he said Or seekes Vlysses this this shall conclude All sense of wrong And thee so oft imbrude In Phrygian bloud thy Lord's must now imbrue That none but Aiax Aiax may subdue This said his brest till then with wounds vngor'd The deadly sword where it could enter bor'd Nor could his strength the fixed steele reuell Expeld by gushing gore The bloud that fell A purple flowre ingendred on the ground Created first by Hyacinthus wound The tender leaues indifferent letters paint Both of His name and of the Gods complaint The Conqueror now hoising sailes doth stand For chaste Hypsiphile's and Thoas land Defam'd by womens vengefull violence To fetch the shafts of Hercules from thence These with their owner to the compe conuaid On that long warre a finall hand they laid Now Troy and Priamus together fall Th' vnhappy wife of Priam after all Her humane figure lost whoâ—e rauing Sprite And vncouth howlings forraine fields affright The flames of Ilium stretch their hungry fire To narrow Hellespont nor there expire That little bloud which Priams age could shed Ioues aâ—tar drinkes By her anointed head Apollos Priest they drag her hands in vaine To heauen vpheld The Victor Greekes constraine The Dardan Dames a deadly-hating prey Who imbraâ—e their country Gods and while they may Behold their burning Fanes Diâ—e violence Astanaâ— threw from that towre from whence He had seene his father by his mother showne Fight for his Kingdomes safety and his owne North-winds to seas inuite and prosperous gales Sing in their shrouds they haste to trim their sailes The Troian Ladies cry Deare soile farewell We are hal'd to loth'd captiuitie thenfell On kissed earth and leaue with much delay Their countries smoking ruines Hecuba Her sad departure to the last deferres Now found among her childrens sepulchers A sight of â—uth spread on their tombes there wailes Their cold bones kissing whom Vlysses hales From that sad comfort Some of Hectors dust Vp snatcht deliuers to her bosomes trust Vpon his tombe she left her horie haires A poâ—â—e oblation mingled with her teares Oppâ—s'd to Ilium's ruines lyes a land Tillâ—d by the Bistones in the Command Of Polmnâ—stor Danger to pâ—â—uent To him his father Polydorus sent And wisely had he not withall consign'd A masse of gold to tempt his greedy mind His foster-child when lingring Ilium drew To her last date the Thracian Tyrant slew Whom as if he his murder with the slaine Could cast away he casts into the maine Now rod Atrides at the Thracian shore Till winds forbore to storme and seas to rore When from they yawning earth Achilles rose Like mightie as in life whose lookes discose As sterne a wrath as when his lawlesse blade Was on Atrides drawne and frowning said You Greekes of me vnmindfull can you thus From hence depart shall our deserts with vs Lodge in obliuion Proue not so ingrate With slaine Polixena regratulate Our Sepulcher t is she I couet most A sacrifice that will appease our Ghost Then vanisht They th'vngentle Sprite obaid And from her Mothers bosome drew the Maid High-sould vnhappy more then feminine To his resembled tombe with liâ—e to signe Infernall Dues Of her high birth she thought And now vnto the bloudy altar brought Seeing the sacrifice for her prepar'd And the Neoptolemus vpon her star'd With sword aduanc't she said vntoucht with dred Our generous bloud to your intentions shed Dispatch I am ready in my throat or brest Your weapon sheath With that with-drew her vest Polyxena doth seruitude despise And yet no God affects such sacrifice I onely wish my death might be vnknowne To my afflicted mother She alone Disturbs the ioyes of death though Priams wife My death should lesse bewaile then her owne life Nor let the touch of man pollute a maid That my free soule may to the Stygian shade Vntainted passe If this be iust remoue Your hand I shall more acceptable proue Vnto that God or Ghost what ere he bee To whom I am offer'd if my bloud be free And if a dying tongue preuaile at all I late great Priams daughter now a thrall Sollicit that my corps may not be sold But giuen my mother nor exchange for gold Sad rites of sepulture In former yeares Sh' had gold to giue now poore accept her teares This hauing said for her that would not weepe The people wept the Priest could hardly keepe His eyes from teares Yet did what he abhord And in her proffered bosome thrust his sword On doubling knees she sinkes with silent breath And cheerefully incounters smild-on Death Then when she fell she had a care to hide What should be hid and chastly-decent dide Her corpes was carried by the Troian dames Who in a funerall long repeat the names Of Priâ—â—s mourn'd-for Seed what streames of gore One House had spent Thee Virgin they deplore And thee O royall Wife intitled late The mother Queene and glory of that State A Captiue now cast by a scorned lot On victor Ithachas refusâ—d if not For bearing Hector Hector so renoun'd A master hardly for his mother found She hug's the corps that such a spirit kept Who for her country children husband wept â—o oft now weepes for her her lips comprest Her wounds hâ—s with her teares Then beats her brest Her hoarie haire besmear'd with clotted gore And bosome torne this spake she and much more Poore daughter our last sorrow what is left For Fortunes spight by bloudy death bereft On thee I see my wounds That none of mine May woundlesse die these wounds thy bosome signe In that a woman thee I held secur'd But thou a woman suffer'st by the sword This Bane of Troy our Depriuation who So many of thy princely brothers slue Hath slaine thee also When his life was laid â—y Paris and Apollo's shafts I said Now is Achilles to be fear'd no more Now dead to vs as dreadfull as before Against my race his ashes raues his tombe Presents a foe O my
her offence Reply'd The willing with more ease persue Who wish the same whom equall flames subdue For thou ô well desern'st to be persude Giue hope and credit me thou shalt be woo'd Rest therefore of thy beautie confident Loe I a Goddesse radiant Sols descent In hearbs so potent and no lesse in charmes Proffer my selfe and pleasures to thy armes Scorne her that scornes thee her that seekes persue And in one deed reuenge thy selfe of two Glaucus reply'd to her who sought him so First shady groues shall on the billowes grow And Sea-weeds to the mountaine tops remoue Ere I and Scylla liuing change my loue The Goddesse frets who since she neither could Destroy a Deitie nor louing would On her preferr'd before her bends her ire And high-incensed with repulst desire Forth-with infectious drugs of dire effects Together grindes and Hecat's charmes iniects A sullen robe indues the Court forsakes Through throngs of fawning beasts her iourney takes To Rhegium opposite to Zancle's shore And treads the troubled waues that lowdly rore Running with vnwet feet on that Profound As if sh 'had trod vpon the solid ground A little Bay by Scylla haunted lies Bent like a bow sconst from the Seas and skies Distemper when the high-pitcht Sunne inuades The World with hottest beames and shortens shades This with portenteous poisons she pollutes Be sprinkled with the iuyce of wicked roots In words darke and ambiguous nine-times thrice Inchantments mutters with her magicke voice Now Scylla came and wading to the waste Beheld her hips with barking dogs imbrac't Starrs backe at first not thinking that they were Part of her selfe but rates them and doth feare Their threatening iawes but those from whom she flies She with her hales Then looking for her thighes Her legs and feet in stead of them she found The mouthes of Cerberus inuiron'd round With rau'ning Curres the backes of saluage beasts Support her groine whereon her belly rests Kinde Glaucus wept and Circes bed refus'd Who had so cruelly her Art abus'd But Scylla still remaining Cirâ—â— hates Who for that cause destroy'd Vlysses mates And had the Troian nauie drown'd of late If not before transform'd by powerfull Fate Into a Rocke the stony Prodigie Yet eminent from which the Sea-men flie This and Charybdis past with stretching oares The Troian fleet now neare th' Ausonian shores Crosse winds and violent to Libya draue There in her heart and palace Dido gaue Aeneas harbor with impatience beares Her husbands flight forth-with a Pile she rearos Pretending sacrifice and then doth fall Vpon his sword deceiu'd deceiuing all Flying from Carthage Eryx he re-gain'd There where his faithfull friend Acestes raign'd His fathers funeralls re-solemniz'd He puts to Sea with ships well-nigh surpriz'd By Iris flames Hippotade's Command The sulphur-fuming Iles the rockie Strand Of Acheloian Sirens leauing lost His Pilot to Inarime then crost To Prochyta and Pithecusa wall'd With barten hilles so of her people call'd For Iupiter detesting much the slie And fraudulent Cercopeans periury Into deformed beasts transform'd them then Although vnlike appearing like to men Contracts their limbes their noses from their browes He flats their faces with old wrinkles plowes And couering them with yellow haire affords This dwelling first depriuing them of words So much abus'd to periury and wrongs Who iabber and complaine with stammering tongues Then on the right-hand left Parthenope Misenus on the left far-stretcht in Sea So named of his Trumpetor thence past By slimie Marishes and anchor cast At Cuma entring long-liu'd Sibyls caues A passage through obscure Auernus craues T' his Fathers Manes She erects her eyes Long fixt on earth and with the Deities Reception â—ill'd in sacred rage reply'd Great things thou seek'st ô thou so magnifi'd For mighty deeds thy piety through flame Thy arme through Armies consecrate thy name Yet feare not Troian thy desires inioy T' Elysian Fields th' infernall Monarchie And Fathers Shade I will thy person guide No way to noble Vertue is denide Then to a Golden bough directs his view Which in Auernian Iuno's Hort-yard grew And bade him pull it from the sacred tree Aeneas her obeyes and now doth see The Spoiles of dreadfull Hell his Grand-sires lost In death and great Anchises aged Ghost Is by his bounty that the Cycâ—ops fowle And hungry maw had not deuour'd my Soule That now I may be buried when I die Or at the least not in his entrailes lie O what a heart had I with feare bereft Of soule and sense when I behinde was left And saw your flight I had an Out-cry made But that afeard to haue my selfe betray'd Yours almost had Vlysses ship destroy'd I saw him â—iue out of the mountaines side A solid rocke and dart it on the Maine I saw the furious Giant once againe When mightie stones with monstrous strength he â—lung Like qâ—aâ—ries by a warlike engine slung Left ship should sinke with waues and stones I feare Not then remembring that I was not there He when your flight had rescu'd you from death Oâ—e Aetna paces sighing clouds of breath And groping in the woods bereft of sight Incounters rustling rockes mad with despight Extends his bloudy armes to vnder waues The Greekes perâ—ues with curses and thus raues O would some God Vlysses would ingage Or some of his to my insatiate rage Iâ—d gnaw his heart his liuing members rend Gâ—lpe downe his bloud till it againe ascend And craâ—â—â— his panting sinewes O how light A losse or none were then my losse of sight This spake and more My ioynts pale horror shooke To see his 〈◊〉 and slaughter-smeared looke His bloudy hands his eyes deserted seat Vast limbes and beard with humane gore concreat Death stood before mine eyes my least dismay Now thought my selfe surpriz'd now that I lay Sou'st in his paunch That time presents my view When two of ours on dashing stones he threw Then on them like a shagged Lion lies Their entrails flesh yet mouing arteries White marrow with crasht bones at once deuoures I sad and bloudlesse stood feare chill'd my powres Seeing him eat and cast the horrid food Raw lumpes of flesh wine mixt with clotted blood Euen such a fate my wretched thoughts propound Long lying hid afraid of euery sound Aâ—horring death yet couering to die With mast and hearbs repelling famine I Alone forlorne to death and torment left This ship espy'd this by my gestures weft Tranne to shore nor safety vainly seeke A Trâ—ian vessell entertain'd a Greeke Now worthy friend your owne aduentures tell And what since first you put to sea befell He told how Aeolus raign'd in Thusâ—an Seas Storme-fettering Aeolus Hippotades Who nobly gaue to their Dulichian Guide A wind inclosed in an oxes hide Nine daies they sailed with successefull gales Sought shores descry'd the tenth had blancht their sailes When greedy Sailers thinking to haue found A masse of enuy'd gold the wind vnbound This thâ—ough rough seas the Nauie backward driues Which at the Aeolian port againe arriues
To Lestrigonian Lamus ancient towne From thence said he we came That countries crowne Prosfering th'insidious Cup her magicke wand About to raise he thrusts her from her stand And with drawne sword the trembling Goddesse frights When vowed faith with her faire hand shee plights And grac't him with her nuptiall bed who then Demands in dowry his transfigur'd men Sprinkled with bitter iuyce her wand reuerst Aboue our crownes and charmes with charmers dispersâ— The more she chants we grow the more vpright Our bâ—â—stles shed our clouen feet vnite Shoulders and armes possesse their former grace With teares our weeping Generall we imbrace And hang about his necke nor scarce a word Breathes through our lips but such as thankes afford From hence our passe was for a yeere deferr'd In that long time much saw I and much heard Of which a Maid one of the foure prepar'd For sacred seruice closely this declar'd For while my Chiefe with Circe spotts alone Shee shew'd a youthfull Image of white stone Clos'd in a Shrine with crownes imbellished Who bare a Wood-pecker vpon his head Demanding whose it was why placed there Why he that Bird vpon his summit bare I will reply'd she ô Macareus tell In this my Mistâ—is power obserue me well Saturnian Picus in Ausonia raign'd Who generous horses for the battle train'd His forme such as you see whom had you knowne You would haue ta'ne this feature for his owne His minde as beautifull Nor yet could hee Fourâ— Graecian wrastlings in th' Olympicks see The Dryades in Latian mountains borne His lookes attract nor Nymphs of fountaines seorâ—e To sue for pitie Those whom Albulâ— Nuâ—nicus Anio Almâ— short of way And headie Nâ—r sustaine the shadie Flood Of Farfarus the Scythian Cynthiâ—s woo'd Inuiron'd marishes and neighbouring lakes Yet for one only Nymph the rest forsakes Who whilome on Mount Pâ—latine the faire Venilia to the two-fac'd Ianus bare The Maid now marriageable honoured Laurentian Picus with her nuptiall bed Her beauty admirable yet more fam'd For artfull song and thereof Canens nam'd Her voice the woods and rockes to passion moues Tames saluage beasts the troubled Riuers smooths Detaines their hasty course and when she sings The birds neglect the labour of their wings While her sweet voice coelestiall musicke yeelds Young Picus followes in Laurentian Fields The salâ—age Bore vpon a fiery Steed Arm'd with two darts clad in a Tyrian weed With gold close-buckl'd Thither also came The daughter of the Sunne who left her name Retaining fields and on those fruitfull hills Her sacred lap with dewie Simples fills Seeing vnseene his sight her sense amaz'd The gathered hearbs fell from her as she gaz'd Whose bones a marrow-melting flame inclos'd But when she her distraction had compos'd About t' impart her wish attendancâ—e And swiftnesse of his horse accesse denie Thou shalt not so escape said shee altho' The winds should wing thee if my selfe I know If hearbs retaine their power if charmes at least My trust deceiue not Then creates a Beast Without a body bid to runne before The Kings persuit and made the ayrie Bore To take a thicket where no horse could force His barr'd accesse He leaues his foming horse On foot to follow a deceitfull Shade With equall hopes And through the forrest strai'd New Vowes she straight conceiueth aid implores And Gods vnknowne with vnknowne charmes adores Wherewith inur'd t' eclipse the pale-fac't Moone And cloud her Fathers splendor at high Noone And now with pitchie fogs obscures the Day From earth exhal'd His Guard mistake their way In that deceitfull Night and from his straid When she the time and place befitting said By those faire eyes which haue inthralled mine And by that all alluring face of thine Which makes a Goddesse sue asswage the fire â—y thee incenst and take vnto thy Sire The all-illuminating Sunne nor proue Hard-hearted to Titanian Circes loue Her and her prayers despis'd What ere thou art I am not thine said he my captiue heart Another holds and may she hold it long Nor will I with externall Venus wrong Our nuptiall faith so long as Fate shall giue Life to my veines and â—aâ—us daughter liue Titaâ—ia tempting oft as oft in vaine Thou shalt not scape my vengeance nor againe Returne to Canens What the wrong'd can doe A wronged Louer and a Woman too Thou shalt said she by sad experience proue For I a woman wrong'd and wrong'd in loue Twice turnes she to the East twice to the West Thrice toucht him with her wand three charmes exprest He flyes at his vnwonted speed admir'd Then saw the feathers which his skinne attir'd Who forth-with seekes the woods and angry still Hard okes assailes and wounds them with hi bill His wings the purple of his cloake assume The gold that claspt his garment turnes to plume And now his necke with golden circle chaines Of Picus nothing but his name remaines The Courtiers Picus call and seeke him round About the fields that was not to be found Yet Circe finde for now the day grew faire The Sunne and Winds set free to clense the aire And charge her with true crimes their King demand With threatning lookes and weapons in their hand Shee sprinckles them with iuyce of wicked might From Erebus and Chaos coniures Night With all her Gods and Hecate intreates With tedious mumblings Woods forsake their seates Trees pale their leaues Hearbes blush with drops of gore Earth grones dogs howle rockes horcely seeme to rore Vpon the tainted ground blacke Serpents slide And through the aire vnbodied Spirits alide Frighted with terrors as they trembling stand Shee strokes their wondering faces with her wand Forthwith the shapes of Saluage beasts inuest Their former formes not one his owne possest Phâ—ebus now entring the Tartessian Maine Sad Caneus with her eyes and soule in vaine Expects her Spouse Her seruants shee excites To runne about the woods with blazing lights Who not content to weepe to teare her haire And beat her brests though those present her care In haste forsakes her roofe and franticke strayes Through broad-spred fields Six nights as many dayes Without or sleepe of sustenance shee fled O're hills and dales the way which fortune led Now tir'd with griefe and trauell Tybris last Beheld the Nymph on his coole bankes she cast Her feeble limbes there weepes and weeping sung Her sorrowes with a softly warbling tongue Euen so the dying Swan with low-rais'd breath Sings her owne exequies before her death At length her marrow melts with griefes despaire And by degrees she vanisheth to Aire Yet still the place doth memorize her same Which of the Nymph the Rurall Caâ—ens name In that long yeere much and such deeds as these I saw and heard Vn-neru'd with restie ease Againe we put to Sea by Circe told Of our hard passage and the manifold Disasters to ensue I grew afraid I must confesse and here ariuing staid Macareus ends Cateta Vrâ—e-inclos'd This verse had on her marble tombe impos'd Here