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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08636	Ovids heroical epistles, Englished by Iohn Sherburne. Gent; Heroides. English	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Sherburne, John, gent.; Marshall, William, fl. 1617-1650, engraver.	1639 (1639)	STC 18947; ESTC S113658	76,443	159

beare Oh! that thine eyes me from the ship had seene That sight to move thee had sufficient been Nay now though not with eyes with mind conceave And see how to a wave-beat rock I cleave Behold in mournfull sort my scattred haires And garments heavie as with raine with teares Like corn with north windes shook I quaking stand The lines I write mar'd by my trembling hand By no deserts since ill they sped I sue To thee no thankes unto my deeds be due Yet I no paine was though no cause to thee Of safety then be not deaths cause to me These hands now faint with beating to disease My breast to thee I stretch ore ampleseas These haires that yet are left to thee I spread By these teares pray teares for thy actions shed Turne back thy ship turne with the changing winde Though I am dead collect my bones you finde THE ARGVMENT of CANACE'S Epistle to MACAREVS MAcareus and Canace sonne and daughter to Aeolus beyond the bounds of naturall affection incestuously loved each other In fine Canace is brought ●o bed The nurse secretly conveyes the child which now at the doore exclaims is heard by Aeolus who detecting the crime mov'd wi●h rage and sha●e against so hideous a fact commands it to be expos'd unto the fury of wilde beasts To Canace he sends asword and would that she should expiate her crime by death which sh● accordingly intends Yet before the a●● as prologue to her Tragedy she writes unto herbrother who before had taken Sanctuarie at Delphos this her fate condoling Epistle IF any blots in these my lines appeare They by their mistresse murther caused were This hand a pen that doth a sword comprise And in my lap the limber paper lies This is my posture whilst to thee I write This my obdurate parent I delight Whom I now wish were present that so hee Might my ends authour and spectator bee And farre more fierce than his own winds dire shew With tearlesse cheekes my gaping wounds review 'T is much'mongst boistrous windes still verst to bee Iust with his peoples nature doth he gree The South the West and Northern winds he school● And Eurus with his stubborne wings he rules He o're his windes but not his wrath beares sway And his lesse Realme t' his greater vice gives way What boots it me by Grandsires rais'd to skies To reckon pow'rfull Iove ' mongst my allies If this in trembling hand sad gift I beare This ominous steele di●e motive of my feare Oh Macareu the day that us conjoyn'd In one would it fate for my last had sign'd To me why more than brother didst thou prove To thee why more than sister showd I love I burnt with hidden fires nor yet did know What God within me did indame me so Pale grew my cheekes leannesse my limbes consum'd And my forc't stomacke little meat assum'd My sleepes were broken each night seem'd a yeare Of sigh't I when no cause there did appeare Nor why I did it could a reason move Knew not what lovers were and yet did love My nurse with aged minde the ill first spy'd And Canace thou art in love she cry'd I blush● and in my bosome cast mine eyes Sufficient signes did from my silence rise And now my wombes foule load began t' increase And th'growing burthen did my limbs disease What hearbs what medicines did my Nurse not try And with her bold and ready hand apply Which me alone did from thy knowledge hide To force the clinging infant from my side But that alas too quick withstood her Art And all the helpe her Physicke could impart Nine Moones were past he tenth with silver bright Steeds drawne unto the world now shewd her light When sudden gripes cause my unwonted paine Vnapt the throes of child-birth to sustaine I straight cry'd out and wilt thou then unfold Thy crimes sayth she and did my mouth with-hold What should I doe paine urg'd me to exclaime But feare my nurse and shame forbad the same My groanes I then'supprest and words forbeare Fore't as I lay to drinke each falling teare Death was at hand Lucina chast deny'd All helpe and then thad been a sin t' have dy'd When thou layd by me with torne haire didst joyne And cherish my cold dying breast with thine And saydst deare sister live oh live my joy Nor in one body doe thou two destroy Let hope revive thee thou shalt once bee sayd His wife by whom thou art a mother made Trust me halfe dead I at thy words reviv'd And was at once of crime and load depriv'd Why at my birth doth joy thy hea●t surprize When ' tmust be hid 'las from my fathers eyes The busie Nurse with Olive branches round And gentle fillet● the poore infant bound A sacrifice she faign'd and lowd did pray My father and the people gave her way When neare the doore the childe cryes out beares Its owne sad message to my fathers eares The babe he caught and faigned rites espies The Palace rung with his incensed cries As gentle gales cause trembling seas to quake As sof● southwindes light Aspen leaves doe shake So might'st th'have seen my quiv'ting limbs with feare To move the bed that did my burthen beare When in he rusht prool liming my disgrace And scarce with-held his hands from off my face I blushing answerd in dumbe teares alone Throgh gelid feare my tongue was speechlesse grown The child he then comman ●s be made a pray To beasts or layd in some untroden way Which straight cry'd out as if poore soule it knew Its Grandsires wrath and did for mercie sue What heart I then had I to censure leave Which brother you may by your owne conceave When fore mine eyes my ravisht child was borne To be by mountaine wolves in peeces torne My father gone I fil'd with blacke despaire Beat my bar'd breast and bloodlesse cheeks did teare When soon a sad fac't guard appeares and beares This harsh unwelcome message to mine eares Eole to thee this sword then gave it sends And bids by merit know to what it tends We know sayd I well shall this sword be try'd My fathers gifts I 'le in my bosome hide And meanst thou thus to grace my nuptiall houre And raise thy daughters wealth by such a Dowre Mock't Hymen hence thy bridall Tapers take And nimbly these detested roofes forsake You Furies with your brands to me retire That from you flame● may spring my funerall fire And may ye Sisters mindfull of my state All better marry mov'd by better fate What hath my poore child done by what offence Could that scarce borne its grandsires wrath incense Alas he could not merit death no he Innocuous for my crimes must punisht be Oh! sonne thy mothers griefe and wilde beasts pray Vntimely rap't hence on thy births curst day Thou wretched pledge of my unluckie love One day thy first one day thy last did prove I was not suffered to embalme with teares Thy corpes or on thy