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The picture of incest. Liuely portraicted in the historie of Cinyras and Myrrha. / By Iames Gresham..; Metamorphoses. English. Selections
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Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Gresham, James, fl. 1626.
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THE PICTVRE OF INCEST Liuely PORTRAICTED IN THE HISTORIE of CINYRAS and MYRRNA By Iames Gresham LONDON Printed for R. A. 1626. A OVIDIj METAMORPHOSIS LIB X. OF strange disasters shall my Muse now sing Fathers approach not you my Carolling Nor you faire Daughters that in vertue glory To taint your chast eares with my lustfull story Or if my poore vnpolisht lines haue power To yeeld delight vnto those harts of your Let me not be beleeu'd nor this my tale Be thought of any credible availe Or if to so much truth they ' gaine consent Yet with the fact beleeue the punishment And sith Dame Nature hath so farre transgrest To suffer such a deed to be confest I 'me glad Ismaria and our Orphean Thrace Are not polluted with an act so base And that our natiue soyle so distant lies From those wherein there are such villanies Let Sweet Panchaâ—a be with riches spred And fragrant flowers rarely diapred May there the tast delighting Cynamon Sent pleasing Costus and the daintie gum Of sweet extracted Frankinsence there grow Whilst that alone can only MYRRHA snow But sure that tree could not enforce a deed So bad from so much goodnesse to proceed No MYRRHA no CYPID himselfe denies To lend his ayde vnto such surquedries And vindicates his flames from the least wrongs That to such bestialitie belongs No rather haue some Sâ—ygean fate inspir'd Thee with a wish by none to be desir'd 'T is lewd to loath the parent thou shouldst rate But this thy loue doth euen exceed that hate Making thee odious and vnfit to owne That good the Gods vpon thee haue bestowne On each hand art thou round beset with suers Both home nobilitie and forraigne woers That both in wit and armes contend and sey How to beare thee the wished prize away Of these then MIRRHA choose thee one â—o Thy happy Spouse and let thy Sire be Hee Hereon she ponders and her lust opposes And to her selfe what fury sayes discloses My franticke mind what can I better doe You Sacred gods and lawes Parentall too As you prohibite such a deeds Commission Resist in me this lawlesse disposition If it at least be lawlesse But such fauours Pitty forbids to be thought misbehauiours Since other creatures without censuring crime Doe freely couple in their owne due time The little Heifar scarce yet ag'd a yeare Her owne begetter on her backe may beare Yet not be turpious And the lustie Steed Couer the Mare which sprung from his own seed The leacherous Goat too leapes the female she From whom himselfe was gendred and that hee Proceeding from them both by carnall vse Oft tups the Dam that did himselfe produce Birds with each other too doe mate and by The so vp hatch'd doe like fruct fie And I no reason see but wee as well May freely doe when nature doth compell O happy they that haue this Freedomes blisse To couple where they list without amisse But most vnhappie we that must obey Such lawes as humane care prouides for stay And that whereto our natures most doe plie vs That only should those enuious lawes denie vs. Yea there are Nations too 't is said wherein The bearing mother with her sonne doth sin And the ingendring Sire his Daughter proue And by this course ingeminate their loue Accursed I that louing as I doe 'T was not my fortune to be borne there too But by this Jstands too too happy fate Euen seeking loue must seeme degenerate But why revolue I thus what helpe accrewes To my desires by the words I vse Hence therefore you forbidden rhoughts and flie The troubled brest wherein you lurking lie 'T is true my Father hath a power to moue An ycie disposition vnto loue But yet in me can loue nor like no beauty That aymes at ought beyond a filiall duty Were my fate such that I were not his daughter My wish would then be â—o such heynous matter A smiling fortune might so farre preuaile To bring me to his bed with wind and saile But now so ill hath destiny ordain'd That though she 's mine there 's nothing therein gain'd Since that proximitie which should combine Denies me to be his or make him mine O would I therefore were some other Sires That I on him might satiate my desires And lose my selfe amidst those pleasing charms Whiâ—h liue within the circle of his armes Or that 't were possible for me by flight Leauing these confines and my Countries sight To flie my destinated woe and shun The shelfe that threatens my confusion But a preposterous-burning-lust restraines My power from doing so in amorous chaines Permitting me thus farre to reach at blisse To heare and see and touch and somtimes kisse Though beyond that he grant me nothing more T' enrich my wish or make his vertue poore Beyond said I fie on thee wicked mayd Canst thou euen hope for more then th' ast enioy'd Or so beguile thy thoughts to thinke that he Though thou shouldst craue't would act such villanie Dost thou not weigh that further grants will cause Both losse of name and breach of humane lawes And make ensuing ages that shall read Thy haplesse story blush at thee though dead What wouldâ—st thy Mothers rivall be yea more Thy Fathers foule adulterated whore Or thy owne Daughters sister and a Mother To that abortiue birth thou shouldst cal brother Dost thou not dread those haire snak't furies ires That doe not onely see thy foule desires But can and will vnto thy deeds extent Adde a condigne ensuing punishment O quake to thinke on 't and whâ—â—st yet th' art free Taint not thy vertuous minde nor let there bee A base pollution of that natures hâ—sts Which quite prohibites such vniust requests And which thogh thou shouldst as thou crau'it obtaine Wou'd euen at best be but a fleeting gaine My father too is pious and precise In due obseruing of his Countries guise And one that by no fafcinating art Will be sedâ—ced to render vp his hart Though ô I wish and feruently defire There burnt in him the selfe same ardent fire That as my hart on his perfections doate So he of me and mine would take like note But deepe and strange must that art be can lure A mind so good to ought that 's so impure Thus to her selfe she sayd But stupid hee Whom plenty of great suters made to be Ambiguous what to doe â—tle supposing Her thoughts bent to a fact of so much loathing With secret scrutmy assaâ—es to know By iâ—erating such as dâ—d her woe Towards whose desert her best affection stands To linke herselfe in matrimoniall bands To this at first she lockes her lips as griâ—â—ing To thinke how farre her wish was from relieuing But after looking with transpeircing eves Vpon her Sire whose loue 't was did surprize Her hart with lust vents from her troubled brest Vollies of sighes â—hâ— symtomes of vnrest And from her rose cheeke a dew letâ— glide Of pearly teares like those in summer tide