in his Princely Gardens did enclose The too rich 8 Seneca and Besieged the house Of 9 Lateranus but they ne're infest The 10 Garret or the poor mans Room molest Though Journying you but little Silver bear By Night a Sword or 11 Quarter staff you fear And a Reeds motion in a Moon-light Night Shall make you quake and tremble with the fright While the poor man void of all precious things In Company with Thieves jogg's on and Sings Almost the first and most known 12 vows are these In all the Temples may our Wealth encrease Our Treasure swell and may our Chest alone Be for its lageness in the 13 Forum known No Poyson is in Earthen 14 Vessels brought In Gold adorn'd with 15 Gemms beware each draught When in wide bowls there 16 sparkles 17 Setine Wine How do you then approve his wise Design 18 Who with continual scorn did Laughter vent When ' ere one step beyond his Doors he went O' th' contrary 19 Another still did wail To laugh at silly things we cannot fail But what prodigious Fountain could supply For each occasion moisture to his eye Perpetual Laughter did the Lungs excite Of Wise Democritus the Abderite Yet no 20 Praetexta nor no 21 Trabeae there No 22 Litters 23 Fasces nor 24 Tribunals were Had he within the dusty 25 Circus been And our vain 26 Praetor with exalted meen 27 Standing within his lofty Charriot seen In 28 Joves embroyder'd Coat and Tyrian Gown Hung with a Mantle from his Shoulders down Large as a Piece of Tap'stry with a Crown An orb too large for one neck to sustain His 29 publick servant with much sweat and pain Behind him does those weighty Ensigns bear And in that very Charriot must appear Not pleas'd too much must the great Consul be With him a slave to * check his Pride we see Add th' 30 Pvry Scepter which the Praetor bears On which the Eagle upon wing appears Here the loud Cornets march and there before Long Troops of 31 Clients and of Slaves great store A train of 32 white rob'd Citizens attends 33 The Charriot Wheeles which mercenary friends 34 The Sportula did make How had his spleen Been exercis'd if he all this had seen Who could in all Assemblies of Mankind Then wiser much just cause of Larghter find His wondrous prudence plainly does declare A boggy soil a dark and foggy Air The Gountrey full of Sheepsheads may give birth To greatest men and best examples upon Earth He laugh'd at Vulgar business Vulgar cares He both their joy derided and their Tears When threatning Fortune seem'd on him to frown Upon her power he could look bravely down With scorn he pointed at her and could say Be hang'd whilest ev'ry thing for which we pray And fix with 35 Wax our vows upon the knees Of all the most propitious Deities Is or superfluous or pernicious known Some from high pow'r by envy headlong thrown 36 Some by inscriptions fill'd with each degree Of all their Noble Titles ruin'd be Their Statues are with Halters 37 drag'd about The Streets as objects for the scoffing Rout. The 38 Charriot Wheeles must feel the Axes stroke And the poor innocent Horses Legs be broke Now the Smiths Forges hiss the Bellows play And that same head so much ador'd to day That head red hot within the fire became And great Sejanus crackled in the flame Mechanicks soon from that so Worship't face Which bore in all the World the second place Forge little Platters and small water Cans With Basons Chamber-pots and Frying-pans With 39 Laurel Garlands be our Houses Crown'd Make hast and let the large White Bull be found And drawn to Capitolian Jove for now Sejanus is become a publick show 41 Drag'd by a Hook fix'd in his throat and all The Vulgar shout at this great Fav'rites fall 42 Bless me what ugly blabber-lipps had he A hanging look and if you 'l credit me This fellow I could never once abide 43 Can you tell pray for what great crime he dyed Who the Informer who the Evidence What Ouvert Act what proof of his Offence 44 None none of these but a long 45 Letter sent From 46 Capreae full of words and Eloquent 47 'T is well I shall enquire no more 48 what now Does all the crowd of Roman People do It alwaies follows Fortune and does hate All who are wretched and condemned by Fate Her 49 Tuscans cause had Goddess Nurscia blest And the secure old Emperour been opprest Sejanus it had call'd this very hour Augustus and saluted Emperour Romans since they no 50 suffrages could boast Supinely careless all great thoughts have lost Who Fasces Legions Empire all things gave But two poor things solicitously crave That they may 51 bread and Games ' th Circus have 52 Yet many more there are condemn'd I hear No doubt 53 the Emperours rage does hot appear I met Brutidius pale and wan with fear At Mars his Altar looking as 54 hee 'd kill Himself like Ajax when his cause succeeded ill Le ts run with speed while yet the Carkass lies Upon the bank under the Gemonies That we may spurn at Caesars Enemy Call all our Slaves and let ' am all stand by Least any of them should the fact deny And therefore should their trembling Masters draw Bound by their necks to tryal of the Law. Thus 'bout Sejanus they their thoughts declare And thus the Vulgars secret murmurs are Now would you have Sejanus wealth and pow'r And be saluted as he was before Give this 'i th State the Chief Authority To this ' i th' Army highest Dignity Or would you Guardian of an Emp'rour reckon'd be Who lulls himself in 56 narrow Capreae's Grots With his lewd herd of Astrologick Sots Should you desire to lead a mighty Band Of Foot and Horse and the 57 Praetorian Camp command I grant that those may wish the power to kill Who are too merciful to have the will. But what can prosp'rous Dignity avail When th' ill outwei'ghs the good in every Scale Would you his noble Purple Garment wear Who to the Gemonies is dragg'd or bear In some small City small Authority In homely woollen Robes some 58 Aedile be And sit in Judgment over measures there Breaking those Vessels which too small appear You will confess Sejanus knew not then What things were fit to be desir'd by men Who too great wealth or honours do acquire But raise their Tow'rs so many Stories higher T' encrease their fall and make their ruine worse Which from the dreadful praecipice has greater force What Crassus or Great Pompey overthrew Or 60 him who Rome did to his lash subdue Chief Pow'r by all vile artifices gain'd And vows from the maligning Gods obtein'd Most Kings to Death by Blood and Slaughter go And a dry Death few Tyrants ever know The rawest Boy who scarce has con'd one Rule His little Slave bearing his Books to School During the space of those 61 five solemn days
THE TENTH SATYR OF JUVENAL English and Latin The English by Tho Shadwell With Illustrations upon it Licensed May 25. 1687. LONDON Printed by D. Mallet for Gabriel Collins at the Middle-Temple Gate in Fleetstreet 1687. TO Sir Charles Sidley SIR YOU have so many years together pursued me with your Favour and Bounty that I ought to have been alwaies upon the Watch for an opportunity of Publishing my Gratitude Your late great obligation in giving me the advantage of your Comedy call'd Bellamira or the Mistress has given me a fresh subject for my Thanks and my Publishing this Translasion affords me a new opportunity of owning to the World my grateful resentments to you I am heartily glad that your Comedy as I never doubted found such success that I never met with any Man of Sence but applauded it And that there is abundance of Wit in it your Enemies have been forced to confess For some you have though I cannot but wonder why you should have any who are so careful in all your Actions that you never injure any Gentleman and so void of Scurrilitie in all your Conversation that I never heard you speak ill of one behind his back a vice too often practised among our English Gentry But there will be alwaies Enemies to Wit and Common Sence who for that reason cannot be Friends to you For the Judgment of some Ladies upon it that it is obscene I must needs say they are Ladies of a very quick apprehension and did not their thoughts lye very much that way they could not find more obscenity in that than there is in every other Comedy These Nymphs though they are so over nice in words may perhaps be frank enough in their actions And I have have known the time when they would have been more favourable to you The great favour you did me in giving me this Play with all the rest of your obligations to me as I will never forget so I shall be alwaies proud of an occasion to boast of so good a Patron who uses me not as some Supercilious Men would who do good meerly out of Vanity as a troublesome hanger on But treats me with the civility and kindness of a Friend And I have had the honour to have alwaies found as much of both from him as if I had obliged him in receiving as much as he me in conferring his benefits It is honour enough for me that I have from my Youth Lived in yours and as you know in the favour of the wittiest men of England your familiar friends and acquaintance who have encouraged my Writings and suffer'd my Conversation I mean not any of the profess'd Poets for I take none of them to be of that Rank and most of 'em God knows are far enough from it But it has happen'd in our time that some few men of Quality have been much the greatest wits of the age nor do I think England ever produced so great in any age the loss of two of which the Earl of Rochester and the Duke of Buckingham we who had the honour to be acquainted with them can never bewail enough After all this I must think I hope without vanity that the Author of Mack-Fleckno reflects more upon himself than me where he makes Fleckno commend Dulness and chuse me for the Dullest that ever writ and repeats dull dull c. over and over indeed he gives his own dullness a civiller term and calls it being Saturnine But sure he goes a little too far in calling me the Dullest and has no more reason for that than for giving me the Irish name of Mack when he knows I never saw Ireland till I was three and twenty years old and was there but four Months Besides as I have heard you observe the foundation of that Libel is false and unnatural for tho some may have mistaken dulness for wit and commended it as such yet no man ever commended Dullness as dulness Had he staid till he had supplied the Stage with more new humour then I have done or till he had written a better Comedy then Epsom Wells or the Virtuoso neither of which by the way are taken from a Novel or stollen from a Romance he might with a better Grace and more Authority have pronounced me dull But he is not content with that but has another fling at me for playlng upon the Lute I must confess that that and all other Gentleman-like Exercises which I was capable of Learning my Father was at the charge of and let the Libeller make his best of it I hope Sir you will not think me guilty of Arrogance in my own Vindication especially since there have been such strong endeavours to depress me and by those who had least reason to do it It is hard to believe that the supposed Author of Mack-Fleckno is the real one because when I taxed him with it he denyed it with all the Execrations he could think of However my Dullness admits of an excuse because I endeavour to avoid it all I can But had I been base or dishonest I could have made none yet if he pleases to let my Reputation alone I shall not envy him the Fame he has And now Sir 't is time to give you an account why I publish this Translation I have I must confess ever look'd upon Translating as a difficult and irksom piece of Drudgery and below any man who had a genius of his own and have been as much averse to it as I should be to the making of a Dictionary For though both of 'em are works of publick benefit yet they are unpleasant all the while I was provoked to this first by the supposed Author of Mack-Fleckno who saies in another Pamphlet that to his knowledge I understand neither Greek nor Latin though in Bury School in Suffolk and Cajus Colledge in Cambridge the places of my Youthful Education I had not that reputation and let me tell him he knows the contrary And Secondly by another Writer who without any provocation whatsoever I having seen him but once in my Life when he was pleas'd to thank me for a civility I did him abused me after that in Print where he saies Bavius and Maevius ought to have been reserved by Fate to be Translated by me and Settle I will not compare my self with him but I leave it to him to consider whether Settle has not out-done all that he has yet produc'd in Poetry It was at best an ungentile thing in his friend who suffer'd those Verses to be prefix'd to his Book since I had never given him the least offence or so much as seen him But to trouble you Sir with no more Digressions of this kind I have endeavour'd in this Translation to come as near the words and thoughts of my Author as my skill in both Languages could enable me I have omitted no part of his Sence nor have I varied from it nor added to it but in some few
are this has lost both his Eyes And envies him to whom one Eye is left To this Man of the use of hands bereft Through his pale Lips his Meat must others give He gapes while others fingers him relieve Yawn's like young Swallows Meat being in their Eyes To whom with her full Mouth the hungry Mother flies But loss of Sense and Memory is more Grievous than all his loss of Limbs before Ev'n his own Servants Names he does forget And his Friends Face with whom last Night he Eat Those he forgets whom he begot and Bred For by his cruel will they 're disinherited Which does his Wealth on 4 Phiale intail So does the subtle Strumpets Mouth prevail Who was so stale a prostituted Whore That many Years she stood in the Stews Door Suppose his Sense of mind when Old intire He must behold his Childrens 5 Funerael Fire His Lov'd Wives Pile Brothers and Sisters Vrns And often for his num'rous Kindred Mourns Who are by Death 's repeated Blow destroy'd With such like pains the long-liv'd Man 's annoy'd His Aged Heart with daily sorrow Bleeds And he grows Old still in fresh Mourning Weeds The 6 Pyllan King if Homer you 'll allow For length of Life was reckon'd next the Crow Happy so many Ages to withstand Death's Blow counting his Years on his Right-Hand And had so many Autumns drunk New Wine But how did he at Fates Decrees repine And on his too long thread of Life exclaim When he beheld within the Funeral flame The fierce Antilochus his bearded Son To all his Friends long life he did bemoan And ask'd them all for what vile horrid crime He had deserv'd to live till that unhappy time Thus Peleus mourn'd for his Achilles lost For 8. Ithacus Ten years on th' Ocean tost Laertes thus complain'd While flourishing Troy Yet unattempted did full peace enjoy Old 9 Priam might amidst those happy hours Have gone to th' shades of his high Ancestours 10. Hector with all his Brothers had the while Their Fathers Corps born to the Funeral Pile 11. Cassandra had the weeping Matrons led And fair 12. Polyxena her tears had shed And rent her Garments for her Father dead If he had dyed another time ere yet 13. Paris had rigg'd out his advent'rous Fleet. What did old Age avail him who saw all O'return'd By Fire and Sword saw Asia fall Th' old Soldier then his Regal Crown laid by And his forgotten Arms again did try And shaking to 14. Joves Altar ran ev'n so Th' old 15. Ox despis'd by the ungrateful Plow T' his Masters Knife his wretched neck does bow His was a human death the Wife he left Behind him of humanity bereft Was to a 14. Bitch transform'd most fierce and foul And with wide open Jaws did bark and howl To come to Romans now and to let go The 15. King of Pontus and rich 16. Craesus too Whom the Oraculous Solon did direct That he should on his latter end reflect That Banish'd Marius to Minturnae fled Hid in those Fenns torn thence to Prison led At length in conquer'd Carthage beg'd his Bread. Came from long life For what more happy ' ere Did Rome or Nature on the Earth yet bear When him vast Troops of Captives did surround And all the Pomps of War his Triumph Crown'd If at that time his glorious Life had ended When from the Teuton's Chariot he descended On Pompey kind Campania bestows Feavers were to be wisht but publick Vows And Prayers of many Cities did o'recome And Pompey's Fortune joyn'd with that of Rome Sav'd him to 19. lose his Head. Such Butchery Fate did to bloody 20. Lentulus deny Ev'n Trayterous 21. Cethegus fell intire And 21. Catiline with a whole Carkass did expire 23. The anxious Mother beggs at Venus Fane That she may beauty for her Boys obtain In gentle murmurs But her voice does raise When for the beauty of her Girls she prays This is her most delightful prayer quoth she Why do you blame what 's piety in me 24. Diana's beauty does Latona bless 25. But such a face as 26. Lucrece did possess You should not pray for warn'd by her distress Her shape and form the fair 27. Virginia Should wish to change with Hunch-back't 28. Rutila A handsome proper Son does always make His anxious Parents tremble for his sake For Beauty rarely agrees with Modesty Tho' your plain House void of all luxury Infuses nought but virtuous manners there And imitates what ancient 29. Sabines were Suppose kind Nature of her bounteous Grace Chast inclinations in the mind does place And modest blood oft rises in the face How could she better for a Youth provide No care no Guardian can so watch or guide As Nature Yet scarce can they Men remain The 30. Impudent Corrupter dares with gain To tempt the Parents by his lavish hand And thinks that nothing can his bribes withstand No Tyrant Boys deform'd e're guelded yet No Noble Youth with Bandy-leggs was fit For Nero's lust nor 31. Sporus would he make Of one with out-bow'd-breast or Bunch in 's back Go and rejoyce at your Sons beauty now Who yet must greater dangers undergo A common lewd Adult'rer he 'll become From injur'd Husbands rage fearing what doom They please to execute Nor happier yet Than Planet 32. Mars always to scape the Net. Their rage will yet more punishments impose Than to their rage yet any Law allows Some by the Sword to Death th' Adulterers put With bloody stripes their tender Flesh some cut 33. By some a Mullets ramm'd into the gut But your 33 Endymion your lovely Youth By beauteous Matrons must be lov'd forsooth Yet when deform'd 35. Servilia please to pay Tho her he hates he will her lust obey who 'l give her Cloths and Jewels all away For what he wasts at any rate she 'll buy And for this sport she nothing can deny Even 36. Hippia or 37. Catulla or who e're Or stingy or cross humourd did appear Shows all her breeding and good nature here 38. But to the chast what harm can beauty do 39. Yes what avail'd 40. Hyppolitus his Vow And chast 41. Bellerophon's resolution too When Stenobaea's desperate shame and spight For being despis'd her fury did excite Equal with Phaedra's they to rage most fell Provok'd themselves A Womans wrath does swell Beyond all rule and to the utmost height When e're confounding shame adds spurrs to hate What would you do if you were in his case The 42. best and fairest of Patrician Race Is destin'd by the lust of Caesar's Wife To Marry her to certain loss of Life He is by 43. Messalina's love ensnar'd She with her wedding Garment sits prepar'd The Bed is publickly i th' Gardens made And as of ancient rite the Noble portion 's paid The 44. Auspex present and the 45. Notaries None but a lawful Marriage will suffice 46. D' ye think this secret trusted to a few Declare your Judgment now What will you do If you