Fortune good or bad betide The same shall be my Age as now my Youth No time shall find me wanting to my Truth This only from your Goodness let me gain And this ungranted all Rewards are vain Of Priam's Royal Race my Mother came And sure the best that ever bore the Name Whom neither Troy nor Sicily cou'd hold From me departing but o'respent and old My Fate she follow'd ignorant of this Whatever Danger neither parting Kiss Nor pious Blessing taken her I leave And in this only Act of all my Life deceive By this right Hand and conscious Night I swear My Soul so sad a farewel could not bear Be you her Comfort fill my vacant place Permit me to presume so great a Grace Support her Age forsaken and distress'd That hope alone will fortifie my Breast Against the worst of Fortunes and of Fears He said The mov'd Assistants melt in Tears Then thus Ascanius wonder-struck to see That Image of his filial Piety So great Beginnings in so green an Age Exact the Faith which I again ingage Thy Mother all the Dues shall justly claim Creusa had and only want the Name Whate're Event thy bold Attempt shall have 'T is Merit to have born a Son so brave Now by my Head a sacred Oath I swear My Father us'd it what returning here Crown'd with Success I for thy self prepare That if thou fail shall thy lov'd Mother share He said and weeping while he spoke the Word From his broad Belt he drew a shining Sword Magnificent with Gold Lycaon made And in an Iv'ry Scabbard sheath'd the Blade This was his Gift Great Mnestheus gave his Friend A Lyon's Hide his Body to defend And good Alethes furnish'd him beside With his own trusty Helm of Temper try'd Thus arm'd they went The Noble Trojans wait Their issuing forth and follow to the Gate With Prayers and Vows above the rest appears Ascanius manly far beyond his Years And Messages committed to their Care Which all in Winds were lost and flitting Air. The Trenches first they pass'd Then took their Way Where their proud Foes in pitch'd Pavilions lay To many fatal e're themselves were slain They found the careless Hoast dispers'd upon the Plain Who gorg'd and drunk with Wine supinely snore Unharnass'd Chariots stand along the Shore Amidst the Wheels and Reins the Goblet by A Medly of Debauch and War they lye Observing Nisus shew'd his Friend the sight Behold a Conquest gain'd without a Fight To y e Hon ble Colonel George Cholmondeley Colonel of his Majestys Troop of Granadier Guards Groome of his Maj ties Bedchamber AE 9. l. 435. Occasion offers and I stand prepar'd There lies our Way be thou upon the Guard And look around while I securely go And a hew Passage thro the sleeping Foe Softly he spoke then striding took his way With his drawn Sword where haughty Rhamnes lay His Head rais'd high on Tapestry beneath And heaving from his Breast he drew his Breath A King and Prophet by King Turnus lov'd But Fate by Prescience cannot be remov'd Him and his sleeping Slaves he slew Then spies Where Rhemus with his rich Retinue lies His Armor-bearer first and next he kills His Charioteer intrench'd betwixt the Wheels And his lov'd Horses Last invades their Lord Full on his Neck he drives the fatal Sword The gasping Head flies off a Purple flood Flows from the Trunk that welters in the Blood Which by the spurning Heels dispers'd around The Bed besprinkles and bedews the Ground Lamus the bold and Lamyrus the strong He slew and then Serranus fair and young From Dice and Wine the Youth retir'd to Rest And puff'd the fumy God from out his Breast Ev'n then he dreamt of Drink and lucky Play More lucky had it lasted 'till the Day The famish'd Lyon thus with Hunger bold O'releaps the Fences of the Nightly Fold And tears the peaceful Flocks With silent Awe Trembling they lye and pant beneath his Paw Nor with less Rage Euryalus employs The wrathful Sword or fewer Foes destroys But on th' ignoble Crowd his Fury flew He Fadus Hebesus and Rhaetus slew Oppress'd with heavy Sleep the former fall But Rhoetus wakeful and observing all Behind a spacious Jarr he slink'd for fear The fatal Iron found and reach'd him there For as he rose it pierc'd his naked side And reeking thence return'd in Crimson dy'd The Wound pours out a Stream of Wine and Blood The Purple Soul comes floating in the flood Now where Messapus Quarter'd they arrive The Fires were fainting there and just alive The Warriour-Horses ty'd in order fed Nisus observ'd the Discipline and said Our eager thirst of Blood may both betray And see the scatter'd Streaks of dawning day Foe to Nocturnal Thefts No more my Friend Here let our glutted Execution end A Lane through slaughter'd Bodies we have made The bold Euryalus tho' loath obey'd Of Arms and Arras and of Plate they find A precious load but these they leave behind Yet fond of gaudy Spoils the Boy wou'd stay To make the rich Caparison his prey Which on the steed of conquer'd Rhamnes lay Nor did his Eyes less longingly behold The Girdle-Belt with Nails of burnish'd Gold This Present Cedicus the Rich bestow'd On Remulus when Friendship first they vow'd And absent join'd in hospitable tyes He dying to his Heir bequeath'd the Prize Till by the Conqu'ring Ardean Troops oppress'd He fell and they the Glorious Gift possess'd These Glitt'ring Spoils now made the Victor's gain He to his body suits but suits in vain Messapus Helm he finds among the rest And laces on and wears the waving Crest Proud of their Conquest prouder of their Prey They leave the Camp and take the ready way But far they had not pass'd before they spy'd Three hundred Horse with Volscens for their Guide The Queen a Legion to King Turnus sent But the swift Horse the slower Foot outwent And now advancing sought the Leader's Tent. They saw the Pair for thro' the doubtful shade His shineing Helm Euryalus betray'd On which the Moon with full reflexion play'd 'T is not for nought cry'd Volscens from the Crow'd These Men go there then rais'd his Voice aloud Stand stand why thus in Arms and whither bent From whence to whom and on what Errand sent Silent they scud away and haste their flight To Neighb'ring Woods and trust themselves to night The speedy Horse all passages belay And spur their smoaking Steeds to Cross their way And watch each Entrance of the winding Wood Black was the Forest thick with Beech it stood Horrid with Fern and intricate with Thorn Few Paths of Humane Feet or Tracks of Beasts were worn The darkness of the Shades his heavy Prey And Fear mis-led the Younger from his way But Nisus hit the Turns with happier haste And thoughtless of his Friend the Forest pass'd And Alban Plains from Alba's Name so call'd Where King Latinus then his Oxen stall'd Till turning at the length he stood his ground And miss'd
makes Furrows in the Plain Ev'n time that changes all yet changes us in vain The Body not the Mind Nor can controul Th' immortal Vigour or abate the Soul Our Helms defend the Young disguise the Grey We live by Plunder and delight in Prey Your Vests embroyder'd with rich Purple shine In Sloth you Glory and in Dances join Your Vests have sweeping Sleeves With female Pride Your Turbants underneath your Chins are ty'd Go Phrygians to your Dindymus agen Go less than Women in the Shapes of Men. Go mix'd with Eunuchs in the Mother's Rites Where with unequal Sound the Flute invites Sing dance and howl by turns in Ida's Shade Resign the War to Men who know the Martial Trade This foul Reproach Ascanius cou'd not hear With Patience or a vow'd Revenge forbear At the full stretch of both his Hands he drew And almost join'd the Horns of the tough Eugh But first before the Throne of Jove he stood And thus with lifted Hands invok'd the God My first Attempt great Jupiter succeed An annual Off'ring in thy Grove shall bleed A snow-white Steer before thy Altar led Who like his Mother bears aloft his Head Buts with his threatning Brows and bellowing stands And dares the Fight and spurns the yellow Sands Jove bow'd the Heav'ns and lent a gracious Ear And thunder'd on the left amidst the clear Sounded at once the Bow and swiftly flies The feather'd Death and hisfes thro' the Skies The Steel thro' both his Temples forc'd the way Extended on the Ground Numanus lay Go now vain Boaster and true Valour scorn The Phrygians twice subdu'd yet make this third Return Ascanius said no more The Trojans shake The Heav'ns with Shouting and new Vigour take Apollo then bestrode a Golden Cloud To view the feats of Arms and fighting Crowd And thus the beardless Victor he bespoke aloud Advance Illustrious Youth increase in Fame And wide from East to West extend thy Name Offspring of Gods thy self and Rome shall owe To thee a Race of Demigods below This is the Way to Heav'n The Pow'rs Divine From this beginning date the Julian Line To thee to them and their victorious Heirs The conquer'd War is due and the vast World is theirs Troy is too narrow for thy Name He said And plunging downward shot his radiant Head Dispell'd the breathing Air that broke his Flight Shorn of his Beams a Man to Mortal sight Old Butes Form he took Anchises Squire Now left to rule Ascanius by his Sire His wrinkled Visage and his hoary Hairs His Meen his Habit and his Arms he wears And thus salutes the Boy too forward for his Years Suffice it thee thy Father 's worthy Son The warlike Prize thou hast already won The God of Archers gives thy Youth a part Of his own Praise nor envies equal Art Now tempt the War no more He said and flew Obscure in Air and vanish'd from their view The Trojans by his Arms their Patron know And hear the twanging of his Heav'nly Bow Then duteous Force they use and Phoebus Name To keep from Fight the Youth too fond of Fame Undaunted they themselves no Danger shun From Wall to Wall the Shouts and Clamours run They bend their Bows they whirl their Slings around Heaps of spent Arrows fall and strew the Ground And Helms and Shields and ratling Arms resound The Combate thickens like the Storm that flies From Westward when the Show'ry Kids arise Or patt'ring Hail comes pouring on the Main When Jupiter descends in harden'd Rain Or bellowing Clouds burst with a stormy Sound And with an armed Winter strew the Ground Pand'rus and Bitias Thunder-bolts of War Whom Hiera to bold Alcanor bare On Ida's Top two Youths of Height and Size Like Firrs that on their Mother Mountain rise Presuming on their Force the Gates unbar And of their own Accord invite the War With Fates averse against their King's Command Arm'd on the right and on the left they stand And flank the Passage Shining Steel they wear And waving Crests above their Heads appear Thus two tall Oaks that Padus Banks adorn Lift up to Heav'n their leafy Heads unshorn And overpress'd with Nature's heavy load Dance to the whistling Winds and at each other nod In flows a Tyde of Latians when they see The Gate set open and the Passage free Bold Quercens with rash Tmarus rushing on Equicolus that in bright Armour shone And Haemon first but soon repuls'd they fly Or in the well-defended Pass they dye These with Success are fir'd and those with Rage And each on equal Terms at length ingage Drawn from their Lines and issuing on the Plain The Trojans hand to hand the Fight maintain Fierce Turnus in another Quarter fought When suddenly th' unhop'd for News was brought The Foes had left the fastness of their Place Prevail'd in Fight and had his Men in Chace He quits th' Attack and to prevent their Fate Runs where the Gyant Brothers guard the Gate The first he met Antiphates the brave But base begotten on a Theban Slave Sarpedon's Son he slew The deadly Dart Found Passage thro' his Breast and pierc'd his Heart Fix'd in the Wound th' Italian Cornel stood Warm'd in his Lungs and in his vital Blood Aphidnus next and Erymanthus dies And Meropes and the Gygantick Size Of Bitias threat'ning with his ardent Eyes Not by the feeble Dart he fell oppress'd A Dart were lost within that roomy Breast But from a knotted Lance large heavy strong Which roar'd like Thunder as it whirl'd along Not two Bull-hides th' impetuous Force withhold Nor Coat of double Male with Scales of Gold Down sunk the Monster-Bulk and press'd the Ground His Arms and clatt'ring Shield on the vast Body sound Not with less Ruin than the Bajan Mole Rais'd on the Seas the Surges to controul At once comes tumbling down the rocky Wall Prone to the Deep the Stones disjointed fall Of the vast Pile the scatter'd Ocean flies Black Sands discolour'd Froth and mingled Mud arise The frighted Billows rowl and seek the Shores Then trembles Prochyta then Ischia roars Typhoeus thrown beneath by Jove's Command Astonish'd at the Flaw that shakes the Land Soon shifts his weary Side and scarce awake With Wonder feels the weight press lighter on his Back The Warrior God the Latian Troops inspir'd New strung their Sinews and their Courage fir'd But chills the Trojan Hearts with cold Affright Then black Despair precipitates their Flight When Pandarus beheld his Brother kill'd The Town with Fear and wild Confusion fill'd He turns the Hindges of the heavy Gate With both his Hands and adds his Shoulders to the weight Some happier Friends within the Walls inclos'd The rest shut out to certain Death expos'd Fool as he was and frantick in his Care T' admit young Turnus and include the War He thrust amid the Crowd securely bold Like a fierce Tyger pent amid the Fold Too late his blazing Buckler they descry And sparkling Fires that shot from either Eye His mighty
falling Corps were strowd When once his Fauchion found the Taste of Blood With Fury scarce to be conceiv'd he flew Against Niphaeus whom four Coursers drew They when they see the fiery Chief advance And pushing at their Chests his pointed Lance Wheel'd with so swift a Motion mad with Fear They threw their Master headlong from the Chair They stare they start nor stop their Course before They bear the bounding Chariot to the Shore Now Lucagus and Liger scour the Plains With two white Steeds but Liger holds the Reins And Lucagus the lofty Seat maintains Bold Brethren both the former wav'd in Air His flaming Sword Aeneas couch'd his Spear Unus'd to Threats and more unus'd to Fear Then Liger thus Thy Confidence is vain To scape from hence as from the Trojan Plain Nor these the Steeds which Diomede bestrode Nor this the Chariot where Achilles rode Nor Venus's Veil is here nor Neptune's Shield Thy fatal Hour is come and this the Field Thus Liger vainly vaunts The Trojan Peer Return'd his answer with his flying Spear As Lucagus to lash his Horses bends Prone to the Wheels and his left Foot protends Prepar'd for Fight the fatal Dart arrives And thro' the borders of his Buckler drives Pass'd through and pierc'd his Groin the deadly Wound Cast from his Chariot rowl'd him on the Ground Whom thus the Chief upbraids with scornful spight Blame not the slowness of your Steeds in flight Vain Shadows did not force their swift Retreat But you your self forsake your empty Seat He said and seiz'd at once the loosen'd Rein For Liger lay already on the Plain By the same Shock then stretching out his Hands The Recreant thus his wretched Life demands Now by thy self O more than Mortal Man By her and him from whom thy Breath began Who form'd thee thus Divine I beg thee spare This forfeit Life and hear thy Suppliant's Pray'r Thus much he spoke and more he wou'd have said But the stern Heroe turn'd aside his Head And cut him short I hear another Man You talk'd not thus before the Fight began Now take your turn And as a Brother shou'd Attend your Brother to the Stygian Flood Then thro' his Breast his fatal Sword he sent And the Soul issu'd at the bloody Vent As Storms the Skies and Torrents tear the Ground Thus rag'd the Prince and scatter'd Deaths around At length Ascanius and the Trojan Train Broke from the Camp so long besieg'd in vain Mean time the King of Gods and Mortal Man Held Conference with his Queen and thus began My Sister Goddess and well pleasing Wife Still think you Venus's Aid supports the Strife Sustains her Trojans Or themselves alone With inborn Valour force their Fortune on How fierce in Fight with Courage undecay'd Judge if such Warriors want immortal Aid To whom the Goddess with the charming Eyes Soft in her Tone submissively replies Why O my loving Lord whose Frown I fear And cannot unconcern'd your Anger bear Why urge you thus my Grief When if I still As once I was were Mistress of your Will From your Almighty Pow'r your pleasing Wife Might gain the Grace of lengthning Turnus's Life Securely snatch him from the fatal Fight And give him to his aged Father's sight Now let him perish since you hold it good And glut the Trojans with his pious Blood Yet from our Lineage he derives his Name And in the fourth degree from God Pilumnus came Yet he devoutly pays you Rites Divine And offers daily Incense at your Shrine Then shortly thus the Sov'raign God reply'd Since in my Pow'r and Goodness you confide If for a little Space a lengthen'd Span You beg Reprieve for this expiring Man I grant you leave to take your Turnus hence From Instant Fate and can so far dispense But if some secret Meaning lies beneath To save the short-liv'd Youth from destin'd Death Or if a farther Thought you entertain To change the Fates you feed your hopes in vain To whom the Goddess thus with weeping Eyes And what if that Request your Tongue denies Your Heart shou'd grant and not a short Reprieve But length of certain Life to Turnus give Now speedy Death attends the guiltless Youth If my presaging Soul divines with Truth Which O! I wish might err thro' causeless Fears And you for you have Pow'r prolong his Years Thus having said involv'd in Clouds she flies And drives a Storm before her thro' the Skies Swift she descends alighting on the Plain Where the fierce Foes a dubious Fight maintain Of Air condens'd a Spectre soon she made And what Aeneas was such seem'd the Shade Adorn'd with Dardan Arms the Phantom bore His Head aloft a Plumy Crest he wore This Hand appear'd a shining Sword to wield And that sustain'd an imitated Shield With manly Meen He stalk'd along the Ground Nor wanted Voice bely'd nor vaunting Sound Thus haunting Ghosts appear to waking Sight Or dreadful Visions in our Dreams by Night The Spectre seems the Daunian Chief to dare And flourishes his empty Sword in Air At this advancing Turnus hurl'd his Spear The Phantom wheel'd and seem'd to fly for Fear Deluded Turnus thought the Trojan fled And with vain hopes his haughty Fancy fed Whether O Coward thus he calls aloud Nor found he spoke to Wind and chas'd a Cloud Why thus forsake your Bride Receive from me The fated Land you sought so long by Sea He said and brandishing at once his Blade With eager Pace pursu'd the flying Shade By chance a Ship was fasten'd to the Shore Which from old Clusium King Osinius bore The Planks were ready laid for safe ascent For shelter there the trembling Shadow bent And skip'd and sculk'd and under Hatches went Exulting Turnus with regardless haste Ascends the Plank and to the Gally pass'd Scarce had he reach'd the Prow Saturnia's Hand The Haulsers cuts and shoots the Ship from Land With Wind in Poop the Vessel plows the Sea And measures back with speed her former Way Mean time Aeneas seeks his absent Foe And sends his slaughter'd Troops to Shades below The guileful Phantom now forsook the shrowd And flew sublime and vanish'd in a Cloud Too late young Turnus the Delusion found Far on the Sea still making from the Ground Then thankless for a Life redeem'd by Shame With sense of Honour stung and forfeit Fame Fearful besides of what in Fight had pass'd His Hands and hagger'd Eyes to Heav'n he cast O Jove he cry'd for what Offence have I Deserv'd to bear this endless Infamy Whence am I forc'd and whether am I born How and with what Reproach shall I return Shall ever I behold the Latian Plain Or see Laurentum's lofty Tow'rs again What will they say of their deserting Chief The War was mine I fly from their Relief I led to Slaughter and in Slaughter leave And ev'n from hence their dying Groans receive Here over-match'd in Fight in heaps they lye There scatter'd o're the Fields ignobly fly Gape wide O Earth and draw
last great Age foretold by sacred Rhymes Renews its finish'd Course Saturnian times Rowl round again and mighty years begun From their first Orb in radiant Circles run The base degenerate Iron-off-spring ends A golden Progeny from Heav'n descends O chast Lucina speed the Mother's pains And haste the glorious Birth thy own Apollo reigns The lovely Boy with his auspicious Face Shall Pollio's Consulship and Triumph grace Majestick Months set out with him to their appointed Race The Father banish'd Virtue shall restore And Crimes shall threat the guilty world no more The Son shall lead the life of Gods and be By Gods and Heroes seen and Gods and Heroes see The jarring Nations he in peace shall bind And with paternal Virtues rule Mankind Unbidden Earth shall wreathing Ivy bring And fragrant Herbs the promises of Spring As her first Off'rings to her Infant King The Goats with strutting Dugs shall homeward speed And lowing Herds secure from Lyons feed His Cradle shall with rising Flow'rs be crown'd The Serpents Brood shall die the sacred ground Shall Weeds and pois'nous Plants refuse to bear Each common Bush shall Syrian Roses wear But when Heroick Verse his Youth shall raise And form it to Hereditary Praise Unlabour'd Harvests shall the Fields adorn And cluster'd Grapes shall blush on every Thorn The knotted Oaks shall show'rs of Honey weep And through the Matted Grass the liquid Cold shall creep Yet of old Fraud some footsteps shall remain The Merchant still shall plough the deep for gain Great Cities shall with Walls be compass'd round And sharpen'd Shares shall vex the fruitful ground Another Typhis shall new Seas explore Another Argos land the Chiefs upon th' Iberian Shore Another Helen other Wars create And great Achilles urge the Trojan Fate But when to ripen'd Man-hood he shall grow The greedy Sailer shall the Seas forego No Keel shall cut the Waves for foreign Ware For every Soil shall every Product bear The labouring Hind his Oxen shall disjoyn No Plow shall hurt the Glebe no Pruning-hook the Vine Nor Wooll shall in dissembled Colours shine But the luxurious Father of the Fold With native Purple or unborrow'd Gold Beneath his pompous Fleece shall proudly sweat And under Tyrian Robes the Lamb shall bleat The Fates when they this happy Web have spun shall bless the sacred Clue and bid it smoothly run Mature in years to ready Honours move O of Coelestial Seed O foster Son of Jove See lab'ring Nature calls thee to sustain The nodding Frame of Heav'n and Earth and Main See to their Base restor'd Earth Seas and Air And joyful Ages from behind in crowding Ranks appear To sing thy Praise wou'd Heav'n my breath prolong Insusing Spirits worthy such a Song Not Thracian Orpheus should transcend my Layes Nor Linus crown'd with never-fading Bayes Though each his Heav'nly Parent shou'd inspire The Muse instruct the Voice and Phoebus tune the Lyre Shou'd Pan contend in Verse and thou my Theme Arcadian Judges shou'd their God condemn Begin auspicious Boy to cast about Thy Infant Eyes and with a smile thy Mother single out Thy Mother well deserves that short delight The nauseous Qualms of ten long Months and Travel to requite Then smile the frowning Infant 's Doom is read No God shall crown the Board nor Goodess bless the Bed The Fifth Pastoral OR DAPHNIS The Argument Mopsus and Menalcas two very expert Shepherds at a Song begin one by consent to the Memory of Daphnis who is suppos'd by the best Criticks to represent Julius Caesar Mopsus laments his Death Menalcas proclaims his Divinity The whole Eclogue consisting of an Elegie and an Apotheosis MENALCAS SInce on the Downs our Flocks together feed And since my Voice can match your tuneful Reed Why sit we not beneath the grateful Shade Which Hazles intermix'd with Elms have made MOPSUS Whether you please that Silvan Scene to take Where whistling Winds uncertain Shadows make Or will you to the cooler Cave succeed Whose Mouth the curling Vines have overspread MENALCAS Your Merit and your Years command the Choice Amyntas only rivals you in Voice MOPSUS What will not that presuming Shepherd dare Who thinks his Voice with Phoebus may compare MENALCAS Begin you first if either Alcon's Praise Or dying Phillis have inspir'd your Lays To the Right Hon ble James Bertie Earle of Abingdon and Baron Norreys of Rycott Cheife Justice and Justice in Eyre of all his Maj t s Parcks Forests and Chaces on the South side of Trent and L d Lieutenant and Custos Rotulorum of the County of Oxon. Past 5 1. If her you mourn or Codrus you commend Begin and Tityrus your Flock shall tend MOPSUS Or shall I rather the sad Verse repeat Which on the Beeches bark I lately writ I writ and sung betwixt now bring the Swain Whose Voice you boast and let him try the Strain MENALCAS Such as the Shrub to the tall Olive shows Or the pale Sallow to the blushing Rose Such is his Voice if I can judge aright Compar'd to thine in sweetness and in height MOPSUS No more but sit and hear the promis'd Lay The gloomy Grotto makes a doubtful day The Nymphs about the breathless Body wait Of Daphnis and lament his cruel Fate The Trees and Floods were witness to their Tears At length the rumour reach'd his Mother's Ears The wretched Parent with a pious haste Came running and his lifeless Limbs embrac'd She sigh'd she sob'd and furious with despair She rent her Garments and she tore her Hair Accufing all the Gods and every Star The Swains forgot their Sheep nor near the brink Of running Waters brought their Herds to drink The thirsty Cattle of themselves abstain'd From Water and their grassy Fare disdain'd The death of Daphnis Woods and Hills deplore They cast the sound to Lybia's desart Shore The Lybian Lyons hear and hearing roar Fierce Tygers Daphnis taught the Yoke to bear And first with curling Ivy dress'd the Spear Daphnis did Rites to Bacchus first ordain And holy Revels for his reeling Train As Vines the Trees as Grapes the Vines adorn As Bulls the Herds and Fields the Yellow Corn So bright a Splendor so divine a Grace The glorious Daphnis cast on his illustrious Race When envious Fate the Godlike Daphnis took Our guardian Gods the Fields and Plains forsook Pales no longer swell'd the teeming Grain Nor Phoebus fed his Oxen on the Plain No fruitful Crop the sickly Fields return But Oats and Darnel choak the rising Corn. And where the Vales with Violets once were crown'd Now knotty Burrs and Thorns disgrace the Ground Come Shepherds come and strow with Leaves the Plain Such Funeral Rites your Daphnis did ordain With Cypress Boughs the Crystal Fountains hide And softly let the running Waters glide A lasting Monument to Daphnis raise With this Inscription to record his Praise Daphnis the Fields Delight the Shepherd's Love Renown'd on Earth and deify'd above Whose Flock excell'd the fairest on the Plains But less than he himself
shall his Armenia mourn And Asian Cities in our Triumph born With backward Bows the Parthians shall be there And spurring from the Fight confess their Fear A double Wreath shall crown our Caesar's Brows Two differing Trophies from two different Foes Europe with Africk in his Fame shall join But neither Shoar his Conquest shall confine The Parian Marble there shall feem to move In breathing Statues not unworthy Jove Resembling Heroes whose Etherial Root Is Jove himself and Caesar is the Fruit. Tros and his Race the Sculptor shall employ And he the God who built the Walls of Troy Envy her self at last grown pale and dumb By Caesar combated and overcome Shall give her Hands and fear the curling Snakes Of lashing Furies and the burning Lakes The Pains of famisht Tantalus shall feel And Sisyphus that labours up the Hill The rowling Rock in vain and curst Ixion's Wheel Mean time we must pursue the Sylvan Lands Th' abode of Nymphs untouch'd by former Hands For such Maecenas are thy hard Commands Without thee nothing lofty can I sing Come then and with thy self thy Genius bring With which inspir'd I brook no dull delay Cytheron loudly calls me to my way Thy Hounds Taygetus open and pursue their Prey High Epidaurus urges on my speed Fam'd for his Hills and for his Horses breed From Hills and Dales the chearful Cries rebound For Echo hunts along and propagates the sound A time will come when my maturer Muse In Caesar's Wars a Nobler Theme shall chuse And through more Ages bear my Soveraign's Praise Than have from Tithon past to Caesar's Days The Generous Youth who studious of the Prize The Race of running Coursers multiplies Or to the Plough the sturdy Bullock breeds May know that from the Dam the worth of each proceeds The Mother Cow must wear a low'ring look Sour headed strongly neck'd to bear the Yoke Her double Dew-lap from her Chin descends And at her Thighs the pondrous burthen ends Long are her sides and large her Limbs are great Rough are her Ears and broad her horny Feet Her Colour shining Black but fleck'd with white She tosses from the Yoke provokes the Fight She rises in her Gate is free from Fears And in her Face a Bull 's Resemblance bears Her ample Forehead with a Star is crown'd And with her length of Tail she sweeps the Ground The Bull 's Insult at Four she may sustain But after Ten from Nuptial Rites refrain Six Seasons use but then release the Cow Unfit for Love and for the lab'ring Plough Now while their Youth is fill'd with kindly Fire Submit thy Females to the lusty Sire Watch the quick motions of the frisking Tail Then serve their fury with the rushing Male Indulging Pleasure lest the Breed shou'd fail In Youth alone unhappy Mortals live But ah the mighty Bliss is fugitive Discolour'd Sickness anxious Labours come And Age and Death's inexorable Doom Yearly thy Herds in vigour will impair Recruit and mend 'em with thy Yearly care Still propagate for still they fall away 'T is Prudence to prevent th' entire decay Like Diligence requires the Courser's Race In early Choice and for a longer space The Colt that for a Stallion is design'd By sure Presages shows his generous Kind Of able Body sound of Limb and Wind. Upright he walks on Pasterns firm and straight His Motions easy prancing in his Gate The first to lead the Way to tempt the Flood To pass the Bridge unknown nor fear the trembling Wood. Dauntless at empty Noises lofty neck'd Sharp headed Barrel belly'd broadly back'd Brawny his Chest and deep his Colour gray For Beauty dappled or the brightest Bay Faint white and Dun will scarce the Rearing pay The fiery Courser when he hears from far The sprightly Trumpet and the shouts of War Pricks up his Ears and trembling with Delight Shifts place and paws and hopes the promis'd Fight On his right Shoulder his thick Mane reclin'd Ruffles at speed and dances in the Wind. His horny Hoofs are jetty black and round His Chine is double starting with a bound He turns the Turf and shakes the solid Ground Fire from his Eyes Clouds from his Nostrils flow He bears his Rider headlong on the Foe Such was the Steed in Graecian Poets fam'd Proud Cyllarus by Spartan Castor tam'd Such Coursers bore to Fight the God of Thrace And such Achilles was thy warlike Race In such a Shape old Saturn did restrain His Heav'nly Limbs and flow'd with such a Mane When half surpriz'd and fearing to be seen The Leacher gallop'd from his Jealous Queen Ran up the ridges of the Rocks amain And with shrill Neighings fill'd the Neigb'ring Plain But worn with Years when dire Diseases come Then hide his not Ignoble Age at Home In Peace t' enjoy his former Palms and Pains And gratefully be kind to his Remains For when his Blood no Youthful Spirits move He languishes and labours in his Love And when the sprightly Seed shou'd swiftly come Dribling he drudges and defrauds the Womb. In vain he burns like fainty Stubble Fires And in himself his former self requires His Age and Courage weigh Nor those alone But note his Father's Virtues with his own Observe if he disdains to yield the Prize Of Loss impatient proud of Victories Hast thou beheld when from the Goal they start The Youthful Charioteers with beating Heart Rush to the Race and panting scarcely bear Th' extreams of feaverish hope and chilling Fear Stoop to the Reins and lash with all their force The flying Chariot kindles in the Course And now aloft and now alow they fly Now seem to sink in Earth and now to touch the Sky No stop no stay but Clouds of Sand arise Spurn'd and cast backward on the Follower's Eyes The hindmost blows the foam upon the first Such is the love of Praise an Honourable Thirst Bold Ericthonius was the first who join'd Four Horses for the rapid Race design'd And o're the dusty Wheels presiding sate The Lapythae to Chariots added State Of Bits and Bridles taught the Steed to bound To run the Ring and trace the mazy round To stop to fly the Rules of War to know T' obey the Rider and to dare the Foe To chuse a Youthful Steed with Courage fir'd To breed him break him back him are requir'd Experienc'd Masters and in sundry Ways Their Labours equal and alike their Praise But once again the batter'd Horse beware The weak old Stallion will deceive thy care Though Famous in his Youth for force and speed Or was of Argos or Epirian breed Or did from Neptune's Race or from himself proceed These things premis'd when now the Nuptial time Approaches for the stately Steed to climb With Food inable him to make his Court Distend his Chine and pamper him for sport Feed him with Herbs whatever thou can'st find Of generous warmth and of salacious kind Then Water him and drinking what he can Encourage him to thirst again with Bran. Instructed thus produce
Geo 3. L 340. And therefore to repair his Strength he tries Hardning his Limbs with painful Exercise And rough upon the flinty Rock he lies On prickly Leaves and on sharp Herbs he feeds Then to the Prelude of a War proceeds His Horns yet sore he tries against a Tree And meditates his absent Enemy He snuffs the Wind his heels the Sand excite But when he stands collected in his might He roars and promises a more successful Fight Then to redeem his Honour at a blow He moves his Camp to meet his careless Foe Not with more Madness rolling from afar The spumy Waves proclaim the watry War And mounting upwards with a mighty Roar March onwards and insult the rocky shoar They mate the middle Region with their height And fall no less than with a Mountain's weight The Waters boil and belching from below Black Sands as from a forceful Engine throw Thus every Creature and of every Kind The secret Joys of sweet Coition find Not only Man 's Imperial Race but they That wing the liquid Air or swim the Sea Or haunt the Desart rush into the flame For Love is Lord of all and is in all the same 'T is with this rage the Mother Lion stung Scours o're the Plain regardless of her young Demanding Rites of Love she sternly stalks And hunts her Lover in his lonely Walks 'T is then the shapeless Bear his Den forsakes In Woods and Fields a wild destruction makes Boars whet their Tusks to battel Tygers move Enrag'd with Hunger more enrag'd with Love Then wo to him that in the desart Land Of Lybia travels o're the burning Sand. The Stallion snuffs the well-known Scent afar And snorts and trembles for the distant Mare Nor Bits nor Bridles can his Rage restrain And rugged Rocks are interpos'd in vain He makes his way o're Mountains and contemns Unruly Torrents and unfoorded Streams The bristled Boar who feels the pleasing Wound New grinds his arming Tusks and digs the Ground The sleepy Leacher shuts his little Eyes About his churning Chaps the frothy bubbles rise He rubs his sides against a Tree prepares And hardens both his Shoulders for the Wars What did the Youth when Love's unerring Dart Transfixt his Liver and inflam'd his heart Alone by night his watry way he took About him and above the Billows broke The Sluces of the Skie were open spread And rowling Thunder rattl'd o're his Head The raging Tempest call'd him back in vain And every boding Omen of the Main Nor cou'd his Kindred nor the kindly Force Of weeping Parents change his fatal Course No not the dying Maid who must deplore His floating Carcass on the Sestian shore I pass the Wars that spotted Linx's make With their fierce Rivals for the Females sake The howling Wolves the Mastiffs amorous rage When ev'n the fearsul Stag dares for his Hind engage But far above the rest the furious Mare Barr'd from the Male is frantick with despair For when her pouting Vent declares her pain She tears the Harness and she rends the Reyn For this when Venus gave them rage and pow'r Their Masters mangl'd Members they devour Of Love defrauded in their longing Hour For Love they force thro' Thickets of the Wood They climb the steepy Hills and stem the Flood When at the Spring 's approach their Marrow burns For with the Spring their genial Warmth returns The Mares to Cliffs of rugged Rocks repair And with wide Nostrils snuff the Western Air When wondrous to relate the Parent Wind Without the Stallion propagates the Kind Then fir'd with amorous rage they take their Flight Through Plains and mount the Hills unequal height Nor to the North nor to the Rising Sun Nor Southward to the Rainy Regions run But boring to the West and hov'ring there With gaping Mouths they draw prolifick air With which impregnate from their Groins they shed A slimy Juice by false Conception bred The Shepherd knows it well and calls by Name Hippomanes to note the Mother's Flame This gather'd in the Planetary Hour With noxious Weeds and spell'd with Words of pow'r Dire Stepdames in the Magick Bowl infuse And mix for deadly Draughts the poys'nous Juice But time is lost which never will renew While we too far the pleasing Path pursue Surveying Nature with too nice a view Let this suffice for Herds our following Care Shall woolly Flocks and shaggy Goats declare Nor can I doubt what Oyl I must bestow To raise my Subject from a Ground so low And the mean Matter which my Theme affords T'embellish with Magnificence of Words But the commanding Muse my Chariot guides Which o're the dubious Cliff securely rides And pleas'd I am no beaten Road to take But first the way to new Discov'ries make Now sacred Pales in a lofty strain I sing the Rural Honours of thy Reign First with assiduous care from Winter keep Well fodder'd in the Stalls thy tender Sheep Then spread with Straw the bedding of thy Fold With Fern beneath to fend the bitter Gold That free from Gouts thou may'st preserve thy Care And clear from Scabs produc'd by freezing Air. Next let thy Goats officiously be nurs'd And led to living Streams to quench their Thirst Feed 'em with Winter-brouze and for their lare A Cot that opens to the South prepare Where basking in the Sun-shine they may lye And the short Remnants of his Heat enjoy This during Winter's drisly Reign be done 'Till the new Ram receives th' exalted Sun For hairy Goats of equal profit are With woolly Sheep and ask an equal Care 'T is true the Fleece when drunk with Tyrian Juice Is dearly sold but not for needful use For the sallacious Goat encreases more And twice as largely yields her milky Store The still distended Udders never fail But when they seem exhausted swell the Pail Mean time the Pastor shears their hoary Beards And eases of their Hair the loaden Herds Their Camelots warm in Tents the Souldier hold And shield the wretched Mariner from Cold. On Shrubs they brouze and on the bleaky Top Of rugged Hills the thorny Bramble crop To the Right Worshipfull Sr. Thomas Mompesson of Bathampton in the County of Wilts Knight Geor 3. l. 465 Attended with their Family they come At Night unask'd and mindful of their home And scarce their swelling Bags the threshold overcome So much the more thy diligence bestow In depth of Winter to defend the Snow By how much less the tender helpless Kind For their own ills can fit Provision find Then minister the browze with bounteous hand And open let thy Stacks all Winter stand But when the Western Winds with vital pow'r Call forth the tender Grass and budding Flower Then at the last produce in open Air Both Flocks and send 'em to their Summer fare Before the Sun while Hesperus appears First let 'em sip from Herbs the pearly tears Of Morning Dews And after break their Fast On Green-sword Ground a cool and grateful taste But when the day's fourth
he for his Country bore Now stream'd afresh and with new Purple ran I wept to see the visionary Man And while my Trance continu'd thus began O Light of Trojans and Support of Troy Thy Father's Champion and thy Country's Joy O long expected by thy Friends from whence Art thou so late return'd for our Defence Do we behold thee weary'd as we are With length of Labours and with Toils of War After so many Fun'rals of thy own Art thou restor'd to thy declining Town But say what Wounds are these What new Disgrace Deforms the Manly Features of thy Face To this the Spectre no Reply did frame But answer'd to the Cause for which he came And groaning from the bottom of his Breast This Warning in these mournful Words express'd O Goddess-born escape by timely flight The Flames and Horrors of this fatal Night The Foes already have possess'd the Wall Troy nods from high and totters to her Fall Enough is paid to Priam's Royal Name More than enough to Duty and to Fame If by a Mortal Hand my Father's Throne Cou'd be defended 't was by mine alone Now Troy to thee commends her future State And gives her Gods Companions of thy Fate From their assistance happyer Walls expect Which wand'ring long at last thou shalt erect He said and brought me from their blest abodes The venerable Statues of the Gods With ancient Vesta from the sacred Quire The Wreaths and Relicks of th' Immortal Fire Now peals of Shouts come thund'ring from afar Cries Threats and loud Laments and mingl'd War The Noise approaches though our Palace stood Aloof from Streets encompass'd with a Wood. Louder and yet more loud I hear th' Allarms Of Human Cries distinct and clashing Arms Fear broke my Slumbers I no longer stay But mount the Terrass thence the Town survey And hearken what the frightful Sounds convey Thus when a flood of Fire by Winds is born Crackling it rowls and mows the standing Corn Or Deluges descending on the Plains Sweep o're the yellow Year destroy the pains Of lab'ring Oxen and the Peasant's gains Unroot the Forrest Oaks and bear away Flocks Folds and Trees an undistinguish'd Prey The Shepherd climbs the Cliff and sees from far The wastful Ravage of the wat'ry War Then Hector's Faith was manifestly clear'd The Grecian Frauds in open light appear'd The Palace of Deiphobus ascends In smoaky Flames and catches on his Friends Ucalegon burns next the Seas are bright With splendor not their own and shine with Trojan light New Clamours and new Clangors now arise The sound of Trumpets mix'd with fighting cries With frenzy seiz'd I run to meet th' Alarms Resolv'd on death resolv'd to die in Arms. But first to gather Friends with them t' oppose If Fortune favour'd and repel the Foes Spurr'd by my courage by my Country fir'd With sense of Honour and Revenge inspir'd Pantheus Apollo's Priest a sacred Name Had scap'd the Grecian Swords and pass'd the Flame With Reliques loaden to my Doors he fled And by the hand his tender Grand-son led What hope O Pantheus whither can we run Where make a stand and what may yet be done Scarce had I said when Pantheus with a groan Troy is no more and Ilium was a Town The fatal Day th' appointed Hour is come When wrathful Jove's irrevocable doom Transfers the Trojan State to Grecian hands The Fire consumes the Town the Foe commands And armed Hosts an unexpected Force Break from the Bowels of the Fatal Horse Within the Gates proud Sinon throws about The flames and Foes for entrance press without With thousand others whom I fear to name More than from Argos or Mycenae came To sev'ral Posts their Parties they divide Some block the narrow Streets some scour the wide The bold they kill th' unwary they surprise Who fights finds Death and Death finds him who flies The Warders of the Gate but scarce maintain Th' unequal Combat and resist in vain I Heard and Heav'n that well-born Souls inspires Prompts me thro' lifted Swords and rising Fires To run where clashing Arms and Clamour calls And rush undaunted to defend the Walls Ripheus and Iph'itus by my side engage For Valour one Renown'd and one for Age. Dymas and Hypanis by Moonlight knew My motions and my Meen and to my Party drew With young Choroebus who by Love was led To win Renown and fair Cassandra's Bed And lately brought his Troops to Priam's aid Forewarn'd in vain by the Prophetic Maid Whom when I saw resolv'd in Arms to fall And that one Spirit animated all Brave Souls said I but Brave alas in vain Come finish what our Cruel Fates ordain You see the desp'rate state of our Affairs And Heav'ns protecting Pow'rs are deaf to Pray'rs The passive Gods behold the Greeks defile Their Temples and abandon to the Spoil Their own Abodes we feeble few conspire To save a sinking Town involv'd in Fire Then let us fall but fall amidst our Foes Despair of Life the Means of Living shows So fierce a Speech incourag'd their desire Of Death and added fuel to their fire As hungry Wolves with raging appetite Scour thro' the fields nor fear the stormy Night Their Whelps at home expect the promis'd Food And long to temper their dry Chaps in Blood So rush'd we forth at once resolv'd to die Resolv'd in Death the last Extreams to try We leave the narrow Lanes behind and dare Th' unequal Combat in the publick Square Night was our Friend our Leader was Despair What Tongue can tell the Slaughter of that Night What Eyes can weep the Sorrows and Affright An ancient and imperial City falls The Streets are fill'd with frequent Funerals Houses and Holy Temples float in Blood And hostile Nations make a common Flood Not only Trojans fall but in their turn The vanquish'd Triumph and the Victors mourn Ours take new Courage from Despair and Night Confus'd the Fortune is confus'd the Fight All parts resound with Tumults Plaints and Fears And grisly Death in sundry shapes appears Androgeos fell among us with his Band Who thought us Grecians newly come to Land From whence said he my Friends this long delay You loiter while the Spoils are born away Our Ships are laden with the Trojan Store And you like Truants come too late ashore He said but soon corrected his Mistake Found by the doubtful Answers which we make Amaz'd he wou'd have shun'd th' unequal Fight But we more num'rous intercept his flight As when some Peasant in a bushy Brake Has with unwary Footing press'd a Snake He starts aside astonish'd when he spies His rising Crest blue Neck and rowling Eyes So from our Arms surpriz'd Androgeos flies In vain for him and his we compass'd round Possess'd with Fear unknowing of the Ground And of their Lives an easy Conquest found Thus Fortune on our first Endeavour smil'd Choraebus then with youthful Hopes beguil'd Swoln with Success and of a daring Mind This new Invention fatally design'd My Friends said he since
land with luckless Omens then adore Their Gods and draw a Line along the Shore I lay the deep Foundations of a Wall And Enos nam'd from me the City call To Dionaean Venus Vows are paid And all the Pow'rs that rising Labours aid A Bull on Jove's Imperial Altar laid Not far a rising Hillock stood in view Sharp Myrtles on the sides and Cornels grew There while I went to crop the Silvan Scenes And shade our Altar with their leafy Greens I pull'd a Plant with horror I relate A Prodigy so strange and full of Fate The rooted Fibers rose and from the Wound Black bloody Drops distill'd upon the Ground Mute and amaz'd my Hair with Horror stood Fear shrunk my Sinews and congeal'd my Blood Man'd once again another Plant I try That other gush'd with the same sanguine Dye Then fearing Guilt for some Offence unknown With Pray'rs and Vows the Driads I attone With all the Sisters of the Woods and most The God of Arms who rules the Thracian Coast That they or he these Omens wou'd avert Release our Fears and better signs impart Clear'd as I thought and fully fix'd at length To learn the Cause I tug'd with all my Strength I bent my knees against the Ground once more The violated Myrtle ran with purple Gore Scarce dare I tell the Sequel From the Womb Of wounded Earth and Caverns of the Tomb A Groan as of a troubled Ghost renew'd My Fright and then these dreadful Words ensu'd Why dost thou thus my bury'd Body rend O spare the Corps of thy unhappy Friend Spare to pollute thy pious Hands with Blood The Tears distil not from the wounded Wood But ev'ry drop this living Tree contains Is kindred Blood and ran in Trojan Veins O fly from this unhospitable Shore Warn'd by my Fate for I am Polydore Here loads of Lances in my Blood embru'd Again shoot upward by my Blood renew'd My faultring Tongue and shiv'ring Limbs declare My Horror and in Bristles rose my Hair When Troy with Grecian Arms was closely pent Old Priam fearful of the Wars Event This hapless Polydore to Thracia sent Loaded with Gold he sent his Darling far From Noise and Tumults and destructive War Commited to the faithless Tyrant's Care Who when he saw the Pow'r of Troy decline Forsook the weaker with the strong to join Broke ev'ry Bond of Nature and of Truth And murder'd for his Wealth the Royal Youth O sacred Hunger of pernicious Gold What bands of Faith can impious Lucre hold Now when my Soul had shaken off her Fears I call my Father and the Trojan Peers Relate the Prodigies of Heav'n require What he commands and their Advice desire All vote to leave that execrable Shore Polluted with the Blood of Polydore But e're we sail his Fun'ral Rites prepare Then to his Ghost a Tomb and Altars rear In mournful Pomp the Matrons walk the round With baleful Cypress and blue Fillets crown'd With Eyes dejected and with Hair unbound Then Bowls of tepid Milk and Blood we pour And thrice invoke the Soul of Polydore Now when the raging Storms no longer reign But Southern Gales invite us to the Main We launch our Vessels with a prosp'rous Wind And leave the Cities and the Shores behind An Island in th' Aegean Main appears Neptune and wat'ry Doris claim it theirs It floated once till Phoebus fix'd the sides To rooted Earth and now it braves the Tides Here born by friendly Winds we come ashore With needful ease our weary Limbs restore And the Sun's Temple and his Town adore Anius the Priest and King with Lawrel crown'd His hoary Locks with purple Fillets bound Who saw my Sire the Delian Shore ascend Came forth with eager haste to meet his Friend Invites him to his Palace and in sign Of ancient Love their plighted Hands they join Then to the Temple of the God I went And thus before the Shrine my Vows present Give O Thymbraeus give a resting place To the sad Relicks of the Trojan Race A Seat secure a Region of their own A lasting Empire and a happier Town Where shall we fix where shall our Labours end Whom shall we follow and what Fate attend Let not my Pray'rs a doubtful Answer find But in clear Auguries unveil thy Mind To the Right Hon ble Nathanael Lord Bishop of Durham AE 3 l 220 Scarce had I said He shook the holy Ground The Lawrels and the lofty Hills around And from the Tripos rush'd a bellowing sound Prostrate we fell confess'd the present God Who gave this Answer from his dark Abode Undaunted Youths go seek that Mother Earth From which your Ancestors derive their Birth The Soil that sent you forth her Ancient Race In her old Bosom shall again embrace Through the wide World th' Eneian House shall reign And Childrens Children shall the Crown sustain Thus Phoebus did our future Fates disclose A mighty Tumult mix'd with Joy arose All are concern'd to know what place the God Assign'd and where determind our abode My Father long revolving in His Mind The Race and Lineage of the Trojan Kind Thus answer'd their demands Ye Princes hear Your pleasing Fortune and dispel your fear The fruitful Isle of Crete well known to Fame Sacred of old to Jove's Immortal Name In the mid Ocean lies with large Command And on its Plains a hundred Cities stand Another Ida rises there and we From thence derive our Trojan Ancestry From thence as 't is divulg'd by certain Fame To the Rhaetean Shores old Teucrus came There fix'd and there the Seat of Empire chose E're Ilium and the Trojan Tow'rs arose In humble Vales they built their soft abodes Till Cybele the Mother of the Gods With tinckling Cymbals charm'd th' Idean Woods She secret Rites and Ceremonies taught And to the Yoke the salvage Lions brought Let us the Land which Heav'n appoints explore Appease the Winds and seek the Gnossian Shore If Jove assists tht passage of our Fleet The third propitious dawn discovers Creet Thus having said the Sacrifices laid On smoking Altars to the Gods He paid A Bull to Neptune an Oblation due Another Bull to bright Apollo slew A milk white Ewe the Western Winds to please And one cole black to calm the stormy Seas E're this a flying Rumour had been spred That fierce Idomeneus from Crete was fled Expell'd and exil'd that the Coast was free From Foreign or Domestick Enemy We leave the Delian Ports and put to Sea By Naxos fam'd for Vintage make our way Then green Donysa pass and Sail in sight Of Paros Isle with Marble Quarries white We pass the scatter'd Isles of Cyclades That scarce distinguish'd seem to stud the Seas The shouts of Saylors double near the shores They stretch their Canvass and they ply their Oars All hands aloft for Creet for Creet they cry And swiftly through the foamy Billows fly Full on the promis'd Land at length we bore With Joy desending on the Cretan Shore With eager haste a rising Town I frame
Kindred Lines in Concord live And both in Acts of equal Friendship strive Our Fortunes good or bad shall be the same The double Troy shall differ but in Name That what we now begin may never end But long to late Posterity descend To Edward Browne Dr. in Physick AE 3. l. 625. Near the Ceraunean Rocks our Course we bore The shortest passage to th' Italian shore Now had the Sun withdrawn his radiant Light And Hills were hid in dusky Shades of Night We land and on the bosom of the Ground A safe Retreat and a bare Lodging found Close by the Shore we lay the Sailors keep Their watches and the rest securely sleep The Night proceeding on with silent pace Stood in her noon and view'd with equal Face Her steepy rise and her declining Race Then wakeful Palinurus rose to spie The face of Heav'n and the Nocturnal Skie And listen'd ev'ry breath of Air to try Observes the Stars and notes their sliding Course The Pleiads Hyads and their wat'ry force And both the Bears is careful to behold And bright Orion arm'd with burnish'd Gold Then when he saw no threat'ning Tempest Nigh But a sure promise of a settled Skie He gave the Sign to weigh we break our sleep Forsake the pleasing Shore and plow the deep And now the rising Morn with rosie light Adorns the Skies and puts the Stars to flight When we from far like bluish Mists descry The Hills and then the Plains of Italy Achates first pronounc'd the Joyful sound Then Italy the chearful Crew rebound My Sire Anchises crown'd a Cup with Wine And off'ring thus implor'd the Pow'rs Divine Ye Gods presiding over Lands and Seas And you who raging Winds and Waves appease Breath on our swelling Sails a prosp'rous Wind And smooth our Passage to the Port assign'd The gentle Gales their flagging force renew And now the happy Harbour is in view Minerva's Temple then salutes our sight Plac'd as a Land-mark on the Mountains height We furl our Sails and turn the Prows to shore The curling Waters round the Galleys roar The Land lies open to the raging East Then bending like a Bow with Rocks compress'd Shuts out the Storms the Winds and Waves complain And vent their malice on the Cliffs in vain The Port lies hid within on either side Two Tow'ring Rocks the narrow mouth divide The Temple which aloft we view'd before To distance flies and seems to shun the Shore Scarce landed the first Omens I beheld Were four white Steeds that crop'd the flow'ry Field War War is threaten'd from this Forreign Ground My Father cry'd where warlike Steeds are found Yet since reclaim'd to Chariots they submit And bend to stubborn Yokes and champ the Bitt Peace may succeed to Warr. Our way we bend To Pallas and the sacred Hill ascend There prostrate to the fierce Virago pray Whose Temple was the Land-Mark of our way Each with a Phrygian Mantle veil'd his Head And all Commands of Helenus obey'd And pious Rites to Grecian Juno paid These dues perform'd we stretch our Sails and stand To Sea forsaking that suspected Land From hence Tarentum's Bay appears in view For Hercules renown'd if Fame be true Just opposite Lacinian Juno stands Caulonian Tow'rs and Scylacaean Strands For Shipwrecks fear'd Mount Etna thence we spy Known by the smoaky Flames which Cloud the Skie Far off we hear the Waves with surly sound Invade the Rocks the Rocks their groans rebound The Billows break upon the sounding Strand And roul the rising Tide impure with Sand. Then thus Anchises in Experience old 'T is that Charibdis which the Seer foretold And those the promis'd Rocks bear off to Sea With haste the frighted Mariners obey First Palinurus to the Larboor'd veer'd Then all the Fleet by his Example steer'd To Heav'n aloft on ridgy Waves we ride Then down to Hell descend when they divide And thrice our Gallies knock'd the stony ground And thrice the hollow Rocks return'd the sound And thrice we saw the Stars that stood with dews around The flagging Winds forsook us with the Sun And weary'd on Cyclopean Shores we run The Port capacious and secure from Wind Is to the foot of thundring Etna joyn'd By turns a pitchy Cloud she rowls on high By turns hot Embers from her entrails fly And flakes of mounting Flames that lick the Skie Oft from her Bowels massy Rocks are thrown And shiver'd by the force come piece-meal down Oft liquid Lakes of burning Sulphur flow Fed from the fiery Springs that boil below Enceladus they say transfix'd by Jove With blasted Limbs came tumbling from above And where he fell th' Avenging Father drew This flaming Hill and on his Body threw As often as he turns his weary sides He shakes the solid Isle and smoke the Heavens hides In shady Woods we pass the tedious Night Where bellowing Sounds and Groans our Souls affright Of which no Cause is offer'd to the sight For not one Star was kindled in the Skie Nor cou'd the Moon her borrow'd Light supply For misty Clouds invovl'd the Firmament The Stars were muffled and the Moon was pent Scarce had the rising Sun the day reveal'd Scarce had his heat the pearly dews dispell'd When from the Woods there bolts before our sight Somewhat betwixt a Mortal and a Spright So thin so ghastly meagre and so wan So bare of flesh he scarce resembled Man This thing all tatter'd seem'd from far t'implore Our pious aid and pointed to the Shore We look behind then view his shaggy Beard His Cloaths were tagg'd with Thorns and Filth his Limbs besmear'd The rest in Meen in habit and in Face Appear'd a Greek and such indeed he was He cast on us from far a frightful view Whom soon for Trojans and for Foes he knew Stood still and paus'd then all at once began To stretch his Limbs and trembled as he ran Soon as approach'd upon his Knees he falls And thus with Tears and Sighs for pity calls Now by the Pow'rs above and what we share As Nature's common Gift this vital Air O Trojans take me hence I beg no more But bear me far from this unhappy Shore 'T is true I am a Greek and farther own Among your Foes besieg'd th' Imperial Town For such Demerits if my death be due No more for this abandon'd life I sue This only Favour let my Tears obtain To throw me headlong in the rapid Main Since nothing more than Death my Crime demands I dye content to dye by human Hands He said and on his Knees my Knees embrac'd I bad him boldly tell his Fortune past His present State his Lineage and his Name Th' occasion of his Fears and whence he came The good Anchises rais'd him with his Hand Who thus encourag'd answer'd our Demand From Ithaca my native Soil I came To Troy and Achaemenides my Name Me my poor Father with Ulysses sent Oh had I stay'd with Poverty content But fearful for themselves my Country-men Left me forsaken in the Cyclop's Den.
That Prime of which this Boaster is so vain The Brave who this decrepid Age defies Shou'd feel my force without the promis'd Prize He said and rising at the word he threw Two pond'rous Gauntlets down in open view Gauntlets which Eryx wont in Fight to wield And sheath his hands with in the listed field With Fear and Wonder seiz'd the Crowd beholds The Gloves of Death with sev'n distinguish'd folds Of tough Bull Hides the space within is spread With Iron or with loads of heavy Lead Dares himself was daunted at the sight Renounc'd his Challenge and refus'd to fight Astonish'd at their weight the Heroe stands And poiz'd the pond'rous Engins in his hands What had your wonder said Entellus been Had you the Gauntlets of Alcides seen Or view'd the stern debate on this unhappy Green These which I bear your Brother Eryx bore Still mark'd with batter'd Brains and mingled Gore With these he long sustain'd th' Herculean Arm And these I weilded while my Blood was warm This languish'd Frame while better Spirits fed E're Age unstrung my Nerves or Time o'resnow'd my Head But if the Challenger these Arms refuse And cannot wield their weight or dare not use If great Aeneas and Acestes joyn In his Request these Gauntlets I resign Let us with equal Arms perform the Fight And let him leave to Fear since I resign my Right This said Entellus for the Strife prepares Strip'd of his quilted Coat his Body bares Compos'd of mighty Bones and Brawn he stands A goodly tow'ring Objâ—ct on the Sands Then just Aeneas equal Arms supply'd Which round their Shoulders to their Wrists they ty'd Both on the tiptoe stand at full extent Their Arms aloft their Bodies inly bent Their Heads from aiming Blows they bear a far With clashing Gauntlets then provoke the War One on his Youth and pliant Limbs relies One on his Sinews and his Gyant size The last is stiff with Age his Motion slow He heaves for Breath he staggers to and fro And Clouds of issuing Smoak his Nostrils loudly blow Yet equal in Success they ward they strike Their ways are diff'rent but their Art alike Before behind the blows are dealt around Their hollow sides the ratling Thumps resound A Storm of Strokes well meant with fury flies And errs about their Temples Ears and Eyes Nor always errs for oft the Gauntlet draws A sweeping stroke along the crackling Jaws To Henry S t John of Lydiard Tregoz Esq r AE 5. l 590. Heavy with Age Entellus stands his Ground But with his warping Body wards the Wound His Hand and watchful Eye keep even pace While Dares traverses and shifts his place And like a Captain who beleaguers round Some strong built Castle on a rising Ground Views all th' approaches with observing Eyes This and that other part in vain he tries And more on Industry than Force relies With Hands on high Entellus threats the Foe But Dares watch'd the Motion from below And slip'd aside and shun'd the long descending Blow Entellus wasts his Forces on the Wind And thus deluded of the Stroke design'd Headlong and heavy fell his ample Breast And weighty Limbs his ancient Mother press'd So falls a hollow Pine that long had stood On Ida's height or Erymanthus Wood Torn from the Roots the diff'ring Nations rise And Shouts and mingl'd Murmurs rend the Skies Acestes runs with eager haste to raise The fall'n Companion of his youthful Days Dauntless he rose and to the Fight return'd With shame his glowing Cheeks his Eyes with fury burn'd Disdain and conscious Virtue fir'd his Breast And with redoubled Force his Foe he press'd He lays on load with either Hand amain And headlong drives the Trojan o're the Plain Nor stops nor stays nor rest nor Breath allows But Storms of Strokes descend about his Brows A ratling Tempest and a Hail of Blows But now the Prince who saw the wild Increase Of Wounds commands the Combatants to cease And bounds Entellus Wrath and bids the Peace First to the Trojan spent with Toil he came And sooth'd his Sorrow for the suffer'd Shame What Fury seiz'd my Friend the Gods said he To him propitious and averse to thee Have giv'n his Arm superior Force to thine 'T is Madness to contend with Strength Divine The Gauntlet Fight thus ended from the Shore His faithful Friends unhappy Dares bore His Mouth and Nostrils pour'd a Purple Flood And pounded Teeth came rushing with his Blood Faintly he stagger'd thro the hissing Throng And hung his Head and trail'd his Legs along The Sword and Casque are carry'd by his Train But with his Foe the Palm and Ox remain The Champion then before Aeneas came Proud of his Prize but prouder of his Fame O Goddess-born and you Dardanian Host Mark with Attention and forgive my Boast Learn what I was by what remains and know From what impending Fate you sav'd my Foe Sternly he spoke and then confronts the Bull And on his ample Forehead aiming full The deadly Stroke descending pierc'd the Skull Down drops the Beast nor needs a second Wound But sprawls in pangs of Death and spurns the Ground Then thus In Dares stead I offer this Eryx accept a nobler Sacrifice Take the last Gift my wither'd Arms can yield Thy Gauntlets I resign and here renounce the Field This done Aeneas orders for the close The strife of Archers with contending Bows The Mast Sergesthus shatter'd Gally bore With his own Hands he raises on the Shore To Stephen Waller D r of Laws AE 5. l. 645. A flutt'ring Dove upon the Top they tye The living Mark at which their Arrows fly The rival Archers in a Line advance Their turn of Shooting to receive from Chance A Helmet holds their Names The Lots are drawn On the first Scroll was read Hippocoon The People shout upon the next was found Young Mnestheus late with Naval Honours crownd The third contain'd Eurytion's Noble Name Thy Brother Pandarus and next in Fame Whom Pallas urg'd the Treaty to confound And send among the Greeks a feather'd Wound Acestes in the bottom last remain'd Whom not his Age from Youthful Sports restrain'd Soon all with Vigour bend their trusty Bows And from the Quiver each his Arrow chose Hippocoon's was the first with forceful sway It flew and whizzing cut the liquid way Fix'd in the Mast the feather'd Weapon stands The fearful Pidgeon flutters in her Bands And the Tree trembled and the shouting Cries Of the pleas'd People rend the vaulted Skies Then Mnestheus to the head his Arrow drove With lifted Eyes and took his Aim above But made a glancing Shot and miss'd the Dove Yet miss'd so narrow that he cut the Cord Which fasten'd by the Foot the flitting Bird. The Captive thus releas'd away she flies And beats with clapping Wings the yielding Skies His Bow already bent Eurytion stood And having first invok'd his Brother God His winged Shaft with eager haste he sped The fatal Message reach'd her as she fled She leaves her Life
Feasts their Temples crown'd And fumes of Incense in the Fanes abound Then from the South arose a geÌ„ntle Breeze That curl'd the smoothness of the glassy Seas The rising Winds a ruffling Gale afford And call the merry Marriners aboard Now loud Laments along the Shores resound Of parting Friends in close Embraces bound The trembling Women the degenerate Train Who shun'd the frightful dangers of the Main Ev'n those desire to fail and take their share Of the rough Passage and the promis'd War Whom Good Aeneas chears and recommends To their new Master's Care his fearful Friends On Eryx Altars three sat Calves he lays A Lamb new fall'n to the stormy Seas Then flips his Haulsers and his Anchors weighs High on the Deck the Godlike Heroe stands With Olive crown'd a Charger in his Hands Then cast the reeking Entrails in the brine And pour'd the Sacrifice of Purple Wine Fresh Gales arise with equal Strokes they vye And brush the buxom Seas and o're the Billows fly Mean time the Mother-Goddess full of Fears To Neptune thus address'd with tender Tears The Pride of Jove's Imperious Queen the Rage The malice which no Suff'rings can asswage Compel me to these Pray'rs Since neither Fate Nor Time nor Pity can remove her hate Ev'n Jove is thwarted by his haughty Wife Still vanquish'd yet she still renews the Strife As if 't were little to consume the Town Which aw'd the World and wore th' Imperial Crown She prosecutes the Ghost of Troy with Pains And gnaws ev'n to the Bones the last Remains Let her the Causes of her Hatred tell But you can witness its Effects too well You saw the Storm she rais'd on Lybian Floods That mix'd the mounting Billows with the Clouds When bribing Eolus she shook the Main And mov'd Rebellion in your wat'ry Reign With Fury she possess'd the Dardan Dames To burn their Fleet with execrable Flames And forc'd Aeneas when his Ships were lost To leave his Foll'wers on a Foreign Coast For what remains your Godhead I implore And trust my Son to your protecting Pow'r If neither Jove's nor Fate 's decree withstand Secure his Passage to the Latian Land Then thus the mighty Ruler of the Main What may not Venus hope from Neptune's Reign My Kingdom claims your Birth my late Defence Of your indanger'd Fleet may claim your Confidence Nor less by Land than Sea my Deeds declare How much your lov'd Aeneas is my Care Thee Xanthus and thee Simois I attest Your Trojan Troops when proud Achilles press'd To Edmond Waller of Beacons Field in the County of Bucks Esq AE 5. l. 1075 And drove before him headlong on the Plain And dash'd against the Walls the trembling Tâ—â—â—â— When Floods were fill'd with bodies of the slain When Crimson Xanthus doubtful of his way Stood up on ridges to behold the Sea New heaps came tumbling in and choak'd his way When your Aeneas fought but fought with odds Of Force unequal and unequal Gods I spread a Cloud before the Victor's sight Sustain'd the vanquish'd and secur'd his flight Ev'n then secur'd him when I sought with joy The vow'd destruction of ungrateful Troy My Will 's the same Fair Goddess fear no more Your Fleet shall safely gain the Latian Shore Their lives are giv'n one destin'd Head alone Shall perish and for Multitudes attone Thus having arm'd with Hopes her anxious Mind His finny Team Saturnian Neptune join'd Then adds the foamy Bridle to their Jaws And to the loosen'd Reins permits the Laws High on the Waves his Azure Car he guides Its Axles thunder and the Sea subsides And the smooth Ocean rowls her silent Tides The Tempests fly before their Father's face Trains of inferiour Gods his Triumph grace And Monster Whales before their Master play And Quires of Tritons crowd the wat'ry way The Martial'd Pow'rs in equal Troops divide To right and left the Gods his better side Inclose and on the worse the Nymphs and Nereids ride Now smiling Hope with sweet Vicissitude Within the Hero's Mind his Joys renew'd He calls to raise the Masts the Sheats display The Chearful Crew with diligence obey They scud before the Wind and sail in open Sea A Head of all the Master Pilot steers And as he leads the following Navy veers The Steeds of Night had travell'd half the Sky The drowzy Rowers on their Benches lye When the soft God of Sleep with easie flight Descends and draws behind a trail of Light Thou Palinurus art his destin'd Prey To thee alone he takes his fatal way Dire Dreams to thee and Iron Sleep he bears And lighting on thy Prow the Form of Phorbas wears Then thus the Traytor God began his Tale The Winds my Friend inspire a pleasing gale The Ships without thy Care securely sail Now steal an hour of sweet Repose and I Will take the Rudder and thy room supply To whom the yauning Pilot half asleep Me dost thou bid to trust the treach'rous Deep The Harlot-smiles of her dissembling Face And to her Faith commit the Trojan Race Shall I believe the Syren South again And oft betray'd not know the Monster Main He said his fasten'd hands the Rudder keep And fix'd on Heav'n his Eyes repel invading Sleep The God was wroth and at his Temples threw A Branch in Lethe dip'd and drunk with Stygian Dew The Pilot vanquish'd by the Pow'r Divine Soon clos'd his swimming Eyes and lay supine Scarce were his Limbs extended at their length The God insulting with superiour Strength Fell heavy on him plung'd him in the Sea And with the Stern the Rudder tore away Headlong he fell and strugling in the Main Cry'd out for helping hands but cry'd in vain The Victor Daemon mounts obscure in Air While the Ship sails without the Pilot's care On Neptune's Faith the floating Fleet relies But what the Man forsook the God supplies And o're the dang'rous Deep secure the Navy flies Glides by the Syren's Cliffs a shelfy Coast Long infamous for Ships and Sailors lost And white with Bones Th' impetuous Ocean roars And Rocks rebellow from the sounding Shores The watchful Heroe felt the knocks and found The tossing Vessel sail'd on shoaly Ground Sure of his Pilot's loss he takes himself The Helm and steers aloof and shuns the Shelf Inly he griev'd and groaning from his Breast Deplor'd his Death and thus his Pain express'd For Faith repos'd on Seas and on the flatt'ring Sky Thy naked Corps is doom'd on Shores unknown to lye The Sixth Book of the Aeneis The Argument The Sibyl foretels Aeneas the Adventures he should meet with in Italy She attends him to Hell describing to him the various Scenes of that Place and conducting him to his Father Anchises Who instructs him in those sublime Mysteries of the Soul of the World and the Transmigration And shews him that glorious Race of Heroes which was to descend from him and his Posterity HE said and wept Then spread his Sails before The Winds and reach'd at length the Cuman Shore Their
Race O long expected to my dear Embrace Once more 't is giv'n me to behold your Face The Love and Pious Duty which you pay Have pass'd the Perils of so hard a way 'T is true computing times I now believ'd The happy Day approach'd nor are my Hope 's deceiv'd What length of Lands what Oceans have you pass'd What Storms sustain'd and on what Shores been cast How have I fear'd your Fate But fear'd it most When Love assail'd you on the Lybian Coast To this the Filial Duty thus replies Your sacred Ghost before my sleeping Eyes Appear'd and often urg'd this painful Enterprise After long tossing on the Tyrrhene Sea My Navy rides at Anchor in the Bay But reach your Hand oh Parent Shade nor shun The dear Embraces of your longing Son He said and falling Tears his Face bedew Then thrice around his Neck his Arms he threw And thrice the flitting Shadow slip'd away Like Winds or empty Dreams that fly the Day Now in a secret Vale the Trojan sees A sep'rate Grove thro' which a gentle Breeze Plays with a passing Breath and whispers thro' the Trees And just before the Confines of the Wood The gliding Lethe leads her silent Flood About the Boughs an Airy Nation flew Thick as the humming Bees that hunt the Golden Dew In Summer's heat on tops of Lillies feed And creep within their Bells to suck the balmy Seed The winged Army roams the Fields around The Rivers and the Rocks remurmur to the sound Aeneas wond'ring stood Then ask'd the Cause Which to the Stream the Crowding People draws Then thus the Sire The Souls that throng the Flood Are those to Whom by Fate are other Bodies ow'd In Lethe's Lake they long Oblivion tast Of future Life secure forgetful of the Past Long has my Soul desir'd this time and place To set before your sight your glorious Race That this presaging Joy may fire your Mind To seek the Shores by Destiny design'd O Father can it be that Souls sublime Return to visit our Terrestrial Clime And that the Gen'rous Mind releas'd by Death Can Covet lazy Limbs and Mortal Breath Anchises then in order thus begun To clear those Wonders to his Godlike Son Know first that Heav'n and Earth's compacted Frame And flowing Waters and the starry Flame And both the Radiant Lights one Common Soul Inspires and feeds and animates the whole This Active Mind infus'd through all the Space Unites and mingles with the mighty Mass Hence Men and Beasts the Breath of Life obtain And Birds of Air and Monsters of the Main Th' Etherial Vigour is in all the same And every Soul is fill'd with equal Flame As much as Earthy Limbs and gross allay Of Mortal Members subject to decay Blunt not the Beams of Heav'n and edge of Day From this course Mixture of Terrestial parts Desire and Fear by turns possess their Hearts And Grief and Joy Nor can the groveling Mind In the dark Dungeon of the Limbs confin'd Assert the Native Skies or own its heav'nly Kind Nor Death it self can wholly wash their Stains But long contracted Filth ev'n in the Soul remains The Reliques of inveterate Vice they wear And Spots of Sin obscene in ev'ry Face appear For this are various Penances enjoyn'd And some are hung to bleach upon the Wind Some plung'd in Waters others purg'd in Fires Till all the Dregs are drain'd and all the Rust expires All have their Manes and those Manes bear The few so cleans'd to these Abodes repair And breath in ample Fields the soft Elysian Air. Then are they happy when by length of time The Scurf is worn away of each committed Crime No Speck is left of their habitual Stains But the pure Aether of the Soul remains But when a Thousand rowling Years are past So long their Punishments and Penance last Whole Droves of Minds are by the driving God Compell'd to drink the deep Lethaean Flood In large forgetful draughts to steep the Cares Of their past Labours and their Irksom Years That unrememb'ring of its former Pain The Soul may suffer mortal Flesh again Thus having said the Father Spirit leads The Priestess and his Son through Swarms of Shades And takes a rising Ground from thence to see The long Procession of his Progeny Survey pursu'd the Sire this airy Throng As offer'd to thy view they pass along These are th' Italian Names which Fate will join With ours and graff upon the Trojan Line Observe the Youth who first appears in sight And holds the nearest Station to the Light Already seems to snuff the vital Air And leans just forward on a shining Spear Silvius is he thy last begotten Race But first in order sent to fill thy place An Alban Name but mix'd with Dardan Blood Born in the Covert of a shady Wood Him fair Lavinia thy surviving Wife Shall breed in Groves to lead a solitary Life In Alba he shall fix his Royal Seat And born a King a Race of Kings beget Then Procas Honour of the Trojan Name Capys and Numitor of endless Fame A second Silvius after these appears Silvius Aeneas for thy Name he bears For Arms and Justice equally renown'd Who late restor'd in Alba shall be crown'd How great they look how vig'rously they wield Their weighty Lances and sustain the Shield But they who crown'd with Oaken Wreaths appear Shall Gabian Walls and strong Fidena rear Nomentum Bola with Pometia found And raise Colatian Tow'rs on Rocky Ground All these shall then be Towns of mighty Fame Tho' now they lye obscure and Lands without a Name See Romulus the great born to restore The Crown that once his injur'd Grandsire wore This Prince a Priestess of our Blood shall bear And like his Sire in Arms he shall appear Two rising Crests his Royal Head adorn Born from a God himself to Godhead born His Sire already signs him for the Skies And marks his Seat amidst the Deities Auspicious Chief thy Race in times to come Shall spread the Conquests of Imperial Rome Rome whose ascending Tow'rs shall Heav'n invade Involving Earth and Ocean in her Shade High as the Mother of the Gods in place And proud like her of an Immortal Race Then when in Pomp she makes the Phrygian round With Golden Turrets on her Temples crown'd A hundred Gods her sweeping Train supply Her Offspring all and all command the Sky Now fix your Sight and stand intent to see Your Roman Race and Julian Progeny The mighty Caesar waits his vital Hour Impatient for the World and grasps his promis'd Pow'r But next behold the Youth of Form Divine Caesar himself exalted in his Line Augustus promis'd oft and long foretold Sent to the Realm that Saturn rul'd of old Born to restore a better Age of Gold Affrick and India shall his Pow'r obey He shall extend his propagated Sway Beyond the Solar Year without the starry Way Where Atlas turns the rowling Heav'ns around And his broad Shoulders with their Lights are crown'd At his fore-seen
for th' ensuing Fight Thy self the fated Sword of Vulcan wield And bear aloft th' impenetrable Shield To Morrow's Sun unless my Skill be vain Shall see huge heaps of Foes in Battel slain Parting she spoke and with Immortal Force Push'd on the Vessel in her wat'ry Course For well she knew the Way impell'd behind The Ship flew forward and outstrip'd the Wind. The rest make up Unknowing of the cause The Chief admires their Speed and happy Omens draws Then thus he pray'd and fix'd on Heav'n his Eyes Hear thou great Mother of the Deities With Turrets crown'd on Ida's holy Hill Fierce Tygers rein'd and curb'd obey thy Will Firm thy own Omens lead us on to fight And let thy Phrygians conquer in thy right He said no more And now renewing Day Had chas'd the Shadows of the Night away He charg'd the Souldiers with preventing Care Their Flags to follow and their Arms prepare Warn'd of th' ensuing Fight and bad'em hope the War Now from his lofty Poop he view'd below His Camp incompass'd and th' inclosing Foe His blazing Shield imbrac'd he held on high The Camp receive the sign and with loud Shouts reply Hope arms their Anger From their Tow'rs they throw Their Darts with double Force and drive the Foe Thus at the signal giv'n the Cranes arise Before the stormy South and blacken all the Skies King Turnus wonder'd at the Fight renew'd 'Till looking back the Trojan Fleet he view'd The Seas with swelling Canvass cover'd o're And the swift Ships descending on the Shore The Latians saw from far with dazl'd Eyes The radiant Crest that seem'd in Flames to rise And dart diffusive Fires around the Field And the keen glitt'ring of the Golden Shield Thus threatning Comets when by Night they rise Shoot sanguine Streams and sadden all the Skies So Sirius flashing forth sinister Lights Pale humane kind with Plagues and with dry Famine frights Yet Turnus with undaunted Mind is bent To man the Shores and hinder their Descent And thus awakes the Courage of his Friends What you so long have wish'd kind Fortune sends In equal Arms to meet th' invading Foe You find and find him at Advantage now Yours is the Day you need but only dare Your Swords will make you Masters of the War Your Sires your Sons your Houses and your Lands And dearest Wifes are all within your Hands Be mindful of the Race from whence you came And emulate in Arms your Fathers Fame Now take the Time while stagg'ring yet they stand With Feet unfirm and prepossess the Strand Fortune befriends the bold Nor more he said But ballanc'd whom to leave and whom to lead Then these elects the Landing to prevent And those he leaves to keep the City pent Mean time the Trojan sends his Troops ashore Some are by Boats expos'd by Bridges more With lab'ring Oars they bear along the Strand Where the Tide languishes and leap a-land Tarchon observes the Coast with careful Eyes And where no Foord he finds no Water fryes Nor Billows with unequal Murmurs roar But smoothly slide along and swell the Shoar That Course he steer'd and thus he gave command Here ply your Oars and at all hazard land Force on the Vessel that her Keel may wound This hated Soil and furrow hostile Ground Let me securely land I ask no more Then sink my Ships or shatter on the Shore This fiery Speech inflames his fearful Friends They tug at ev'ry Oar and ev'ry Stretcher bends They run their Ships aground the Vessels knock Thus forc'd ashore and tremble with the shock Tarchon's alone was lost that stranded stood Stuck on a Bank and beaten by the Flood She breaks her Back the loosen'd Sides give way And plunge the Tuscan Souldiers in the Sea Their broken Oars and floating Planks withstand Their Passage while they labour to the Land And ebbing Tides bear back upon th' uncertain Sand. Now Turnus leads his Troops without delay Advancing to the Margin of the Sea The Trumpets sound Aeneas first assail'd The Clowns new rais'd and raw and soon prevail'd To y e Right Hon ble S r Robert Howard Auditor of his Ma ties Exchequer and one of y e Lords of his Maj ties most Hon ble Prioy Councill AE 10. l. 450. Great Theron fell an Omen of the Fight Great Theron large of Limbs of Gyant height He first in open Field defy'd the Prince But Armour scal'd with Gold was no Defence Against the fated Sword which open'd wide His plated Shield and pierc'd his naked side Next Lycas fell who not like others born Was from his wretched Mother rip'd and torn Sacred O Phoebus from his Birth to thee For his beginning Life from biting Steel was free Not far from him was Gyas laid along Of monst'rous Bulk with Cisseus fierce and strong Vain Bulk and Strength for when the Chief assail'd Nor Valour nor Herculean Arms avail'd Nor their fam'd Father wont in War to go With great Alcides while he toil'd below The noisie Pharos next receiv'd his Death Aeneas writh'd his Dart and stopp'd his bawling Breath Then wretched Cydon had receiv'd his Doom Who courted Clytius in his beardless Bloom And sought with lust obscene polluted Joys The Trojan Sword had cur'd his love of Boys Had not his sev'n bold Brethren stop'd the Course Of the fierce Champion with united Force Sev'n Darts were thrown at once and some rebound From his bright Shield some on his Helmet sound The rest had reach'd him but his Mother's Care Prevented those and turn'd aside in Air. The Prince then call'd Achates to supply The Spears that knew the way to Victory Those fatal Weapons which inur'd to Blood In Grecian Bodies under Ilium stood Not one of those my Hand shall toss in vain Against our Foes on this contended Plain He said Then seiz'd a mighty Spear and threw Which wing'd with Fate thro' Maeon's Buckler flew Pierc'd all the brazen Plates and reach'd his Heart He stagger'd with intolerable Smart Alcanor saw and reach'd but reach'd in vain His helping Hand his Brother to sustain A second Spear which kept the former Course From the same Hand and sent with equal Force His right Arm pierc'd and holding on bereft His use of both and pinion'd down his left Then Numitor from his dead Brother drew Th' ill-omend Spear and at the Trojan threw Preventing Fate directs the Lance awry Which glancing only mark'd Achates Thigh In Pride of Youth the Sabine Clausus came And from afar at Driops took his Aim The Spear flew hissing thro' the middle Space And pierc'd his Throat directed at his Face It stop'd at once the Passage of his Wind And the free Soul to flitting Air resign'd His Forehead was the first that struck the Ground Life-blood and Life rush'd mingl'd thro' the Wound He slew three Brothers of the Borean Race And three whom Ismarus their Native Place Had sent to War but all the Sons of Thrace Halesus next the bold Aurunci leads The Son of Neptune to his
me down alive Or oh ye pitying Winds a Wretch relieve On Sands or Shelves the splitting Vessel drive Or set me Shipwrack'd on some desart Shore Where no Rutulian Eyes may see me more Unknown to Friends or Foes or conscious Fame Lest she should follow and my flight proclaim Thus Turnus rav'd and various Fates revolv'd The Choice was doubtful but the Death resolv'd And now the Sword and now the Sea took place That to revenge and this to purge Disgrace Sometimes he thought to swim the stormy Main By stretch of Arms the distant Shore to gain Thrice he the Sword assay'd and thrice the Flood But Juno mov'd with Pity both withstood And thrice repress'd his Rage strong Gales supply'd And push'd the Vessel o're the swelling Tide At length she lands him on his Native Shores And to his Father's longing Arms restores Mean time by Jove's Impulse Mezentius arm'd Succeeding Turnus with his ardour warm'd His fainting Friends reproach'd their shameful flight Repell'd the Victors and renew'd the Fight Against their King the Tuscan Troops conspire Such is their Hate and such their fierce desire Of wish'd Revenge On him and him alone All Hands employ'd and all their Darts are thrown He like a solid Rock by Seas inclos'd To raging Winds and roaring Waves oppos'd From his proud Summit looking down disdains Their empty Menace and unmov'd remains Beneath his Feet fell haughty Hebrus dead Then Latagus and Palmus as he fled At Latagus a weighty Stone he flung His Face was flatted and his Helmet rung But Palmus from behind receives his Wound Hamstring'd he falls and grovels on the Ground His Crest and Armor from his Body torn Thy Shoulders Lausus and thy Head adorn Evas and Mymas both of Troy he slew Mymas his Birth from fair Theano drew Born on that fatal Night when big with Fire The Queen produc'd young Paris to his Sire But Paris in the Phrygian Fields was slain Unthinking Mymas on the Latian Plain And as a salvage Boar on Mountains bred With forest Mast and fatning Marshes fed When once he sees himself in Toils inclos'd By Huntsmen and their eager Hounds oppos'd He whets his Tusks and turns and dares the War Th' Invaders dart their Jav'lins from afar All keep aloof and safely shout around But none presumes to give a nearer Wound He frets and froaths erects his bristled Hide And shakes a Grove of Lances from his Side Not otherwise the Troops with Hate inspir'd And just Revenge against the Tyrant fir'd Their Darts with Clamour at a distance drive And only keep the languish'd War alive From Coritus came Acron to the Fight Who left his Spouse betroath'd and unconsummate Night Mezentius sees him thro' the Squadrons ride Proud of the Purple Favours of his Bride Then as a hungry Lyon who beholds A Gamesom Goat who frisks about the Folds Or beamy stag that grazes on the Plain He runs he roars he shakes his rising Mane He grins and opens wide his greedy Jaws The Prey lyes panting underneath his Paws He fills his famish'd Maw his Mouth runs o're With unchew'd Morsels while he churns the Gore So proud Mezentius rushes on his Foes And first unhappy Acron overthrows Stretch'd at his length he spurns the swarthy Ground The Lance besmear'd with Blood lies broken in the wound Then with Disdain the haughty Victor view'd Orodes flying nor the Wretch pursu'd Nor thought the Dastard's Back deserv'd a Wound But running gain'd th' Advantage of the Ground Then turning short he met him Face to Face To give his Victory the better grace Orodes falls in equal Fight oppress'd Mezentius fix'd his Foot upon his Breast And rested Lance And thus aloud he cries Lo here the Champion of my Rebels lies The Fields around with Io Paean ring And peals of Shouts applaud the conqu'ring King At this the vanquish'd with his dying Breath Thus faintly spoke and prophesy'd in Death Nor thou proud Man unpunish'd shalt remain Like Death attends thee on this fatal Plain Then sourly smiling thus the King reply'd For what belongs to me let Jove provide But dye thou first whatever Chance ensue He said and from the Wound the Weapon drew A hov'ring Mist came swimming o're his sight And seal'd his Eyes in everlasting Night By Caedicus Alcathous was slain Sacrator laid Hydaspes on the Plain Orses the strong to greater Strength must yield He with Parthenius were by Rapo kill'd Then brave Messapus Ericetes slew Who from Lycaon's Blood his Lineage drew But from his headstrong Horse his Fate he found Who threw his Master as he made a bound The Chief alighting stuck him to the Ground Then Clonius hand to hand on Foot assails The Trojan sinks and Neptune's Son prevails Agis the Lycian stepping forth with Pride To single Fight the boldest Foe defy'd Whom Tuscan Valerus by Force o'recame And not bely'd his mighty Father's Fame Salius to Death the great Antronius fent But the same Fate the Victor underwent Slain by Nealces Hand well skill'd to throw The flying Dart and draw the far-deceiving Bow Thus equal Deaths are dealt with equal Chance By turns they quit their Ground by turns advance Victors and vanquish'd in the various Field Nor wholly overcome nor wholly yield The Gods from Heav'n survey the fatal Strife And mourn the Miseries of Human Life Above the rest two Goddesses appear Concern'd for each Here Venus Juno there Amidst the Crowd Infernal Atè shakes Her Scourge aloft and Crest of hissing Snakes Once more the proud Mezentius with Disdain Brandish'd his Spear and rush'd into the Plain Where tow'ring in the midmost Ranks he stood Like tall Orion stalking o're the Flood When with his brawny Breast he cuts the Waves His Shoulders scarce the topmost Billow laves Or like a Mountain Ash whose Roots are spread Deep fix'd in Earth in Clouds he hides his Head The Trojan Prince beheld him from afar And dauntless undertook the doubtful War Collected in his Strength and like a Rock Poiz'd on his Base Mezentius stood the Shock He stood and measuring first with careful Eyes The space his Spear cou'd reach aloud he cries My strong right Hand and Sword assist my Stroke Those only Gods Mezentius will invoke His Armour from the Trojan Pyrate torn By my triumphant Lausus shall be worn To S r Charles Orby Baronet of Burton Pednarden in y e County of Lincolne AE 10. l. 1125. He said and with his utmost force he threw The massy Spear which hissing as it flew Reach'd the Coelestial Shield that stop'd the course But glancing thence the yet unbroken Force Took a new bent obliquely and betwixt The Side and Bowels fam'd Anthores fix'd Anthores had from Argos travell'd far Alcides Friend and Brother of the War 'Till tir'd with Toils fair Italy he chose And in Evander's Palace sought Repose Now falling by another's Wound his Eyes He casts to Heav'n on Argos thinks and dyes The pious Trojan then his Jav'lin sent The Shield gave way Thro' treble Plates it
as he turn'd the Golden Orb withstood The Strokes and bore about an Iron Wood. Impatient of Delay and weary grown Still to defend and to defend alone To wrench the Darts which in his Buckler light Urg'd and o're-labour'd in unequal Fight At length resolv'd he throws with all his Force Full at the Temples of the Warrior Horse Just where the Stroke was aim'd th' unerring Spear Made way and stood transfix'd thro' either Ear. Seiz'd with unwonted Pain surpriz'd with Fright The wounded Steed curvets and rais'd upright Lights on his Feet before His Hoofs behind Spring up in Air aloft and lash the Wind. Down comes the Rider headlong from his height His Horse came after with unweildy weight And flound'ring forward pitching on his Head His Lord 's incumber'd Sholuder overlaid From either Hoast the mingl'd Shouts and Cries Of Trojans and Rutulians rend the Skies Aeneas hast'ning wav'd his fatal Sword High o're his head with this reproachful Word Now where are now thy Vaunts the fierce Disdain Of proud Mezentius and the lofty Strain Strugling and wildly staring on the Skies With scarce recover'd Sight he thus replies Why these insulting Words this waste of Breath To Souls undaunted and secure of Death 'T is no Dishonour for the Brave to dye Nor came I here with hope of Victory Nor ask I Life nor fought with that design As I had us'd my Fortune use thou thine My dying Son contracted no such Band The Gift is hateful from his Murd'rer's hand To Tho Hopkins of y e Middle Temple Esq. For this this only Favour let me sue If Pity can to conquer'd Foes be due Refuse it not But let my Body have The last Retreat of Human Kind a Grave Too well I know th' insulting People's Hate Protect me from their Vengeance after Fate This Refuge for my poor Remains provide And lay my much lov'd Lausus by my side He said and to his Throat the Sword apply'd The Crimson Stream distain'd his Arms around And the disdainful Soul came rushing thro' the Wound The Eleventh Book of the Aeneis The Argument Aeneas erects a Trophy of the Spoils of Mezentius grants a Truce for burying the dead and sends home the Body of Pallas with great Solemnity Latinus calls a Council to propose offers of Peace to Aeneas which occasions great Animosity betwixt Turnus and Drances In the mean time there is a sharp Engagement of the Horse wherein Camilla signalizes her self is kill'd And the Latine Troops are entirely defeated SCarce had the rosie Morning rais'd her Head Above the Waves and left her wat'ry Bed The Pious Chief whom double Cares attend For his unbury'd Souldiers and his Friend Yet first to Heav'n perform'd a Victor's Vows He bar'd an ancient Oak of all her Boughs Then on a rising Ground the Trunk he plac'd Which with the Spoils of his dead Foe he grac'd The Coat of Arms by proud Mezentius worn Now on a naked Snag in Triumph born Was hung on high and glitter'd from afar A Trophy sacred to the God of War Above his Arms fix'd on the leafless Wood Appear'd his Plumy Crest distilling Blood His brazen Buckler on the left was seen Trunchions of shiver'd Lances hung between And on the right was plac'd his Corslet bor'd And to the Neck was ty'd his unavailing Sword A Crowd of Chiefs inclose the Godlike Man Who thus conspicuous in the midst began Our Toils my Friends are crown'd with sure Success The greater Part perform'd atchieve the less To y e Right Noble Charles Duke of Shrensbury Marquis of Alton Earle of Shrensbury Wexford Water-ford Baron Talbot Strange of Blackmere Gifford of Brimsfield ct One of the Lords of his Ma. ties most Hon. ble Privy Councill Principall Secretary of State and Knight of y e most Noble Order of the Garter AE 11. l. 1. Now follow chearful to the trembling Town Press but an Entrance and presume it won Fear is no more For fierce Mezentius lies As the first Fruits of War a Sacrifice Turnus shall fall extended on the Plain And in this Omen is already slain Prepar'd in Arms pursue your happy Chance That none unwarn'd may plead his Ignorance And I at Heav'n's appointed Hour may find Your warlike Ensigns waving in the Wind. Mean time the Rites and Fun'ral Pomps prepare Due to your dead Companions of the War The last Respect the living can bestow To shield their Shadows from Contempt below That conquer'd Earth be theirs for which they fought And which for us with their own blood they bought But first the Corps of our unhappy Friend To the sad City of Evander send Who not inglorious in his Ages bloom Was hurry'd hence by too severe a Doom Thus weeping while he spoke he took his Way Where new in Death lamented Pallas lay Acaetes watch'd the Corps whose Youth deserv'd The Father's Trust and now the Son he serv'd With equal Faith but less auspicious Care Th' Attendants of the slain his Sorrow share A Troop of Trojans mix'd with these appear And mourning Matrons with dishevell'd Hair Soon as the Prince appears they raise a Cry All beat their Breasts and Echoes rend the Sky They rear his drooping Forehead from the Ground But when Aeneas view'd the grisly Wound Which Pallas in his Manly Bosom bore And the fair Flesh distain'd with Purple Gore First melting into Tears the pious Man Deplor'd so sad a sight then thus began Unhappy Youth When Fortune gave the rest Of my full Wishes she refus'd the best She came but brought not thee along to bless My longing Eyes and share in my Success She grudg'd thy safe Return the Triumphs due To prosp'rous Valour in the publick View Not thus I promis'd when thy Father lent Thy needful Succour with a sad Consent Embrac'd me parting for th' Etrurian Land And sent me to possess a large Command He warn'd and from his own Experience told Our Foes were warlike disciplin'd and bold And now perhaps in hopes of thy return Rich Odours on his loaded Altars burn While we with vain officious Pomp prepare To send him back his Portion of the War A bloody breathless Body which can owe No farther Debt but to the Pow'rs below The wretched Father e're his Race is run Shall view the Fun'ral Honours of his Son These are my Triumphs of the Latian War Fruits of my plighted Faith and boasted Care And yet unhappy Sire thou shalt not see A Son whose Death disgrac'd his Ancestry Thou shalt not blush old Man however griev'd Thy Pallas no dishonest Wound receiv'd He dy'd no Death to make thee wish too late Thou hadst not liv'd to see his shameful Fate But what a Champion has th' Ausonian Coast And what a Friend hast thou Ascanius lost Thus having mourn'd he gave the Word around To raise the lifeless Body from the Ground And chose a thousand Horse the flow'r of all His warlike Troops to wait the Funeral To bear him back and share Evander's Grief A well becoming but a
Foes in Arms approach the Walls He said and turning short with speedy Pace Casts back a scornful Glance and quits the Place Thou Volusus the Volscian Troops command To mount and lead thy self our Ardean Band. Messapus and Catillus post your Force Along the Fields to charge the Trojan Horse Some guard the Passes others man the Wall Drawn up in Arms the rest attend my Call They swarm from ev'ry Quarter of the Town And with disorder'd haste the Rampires crown Good old Latinus when he saw too late The gath'ring Storm just breaking on the State Dismiss'd the Council 'till a fitter time And own'd his easie Temper as his Crime Who forc'd against his reason had comply'd To break the Treaty for the promis'd Bride Some help to sink new Trenches others aid To ram the Stones or raise the Palisade Hoarse Trumpets sound th' Alarm Around the Walls Runs a distracted Crew whom their last Labour calls A sad Procession in the Streets is seen Of Matrons that attend the Mother Queen High in her Chair she sits and at her side With downcast Eyes appears the fatal Bride They mount the Cliff where Pallas's Temple stands Pray'rs in their Mouths and Presents in their Hands With Censers first they fume the sacred Shrine Then in this common Supplication joyn O Patroness of Arms unspotted Maid Propitious hear and lend thy Latins Aid Break short the Pirat's Lance pronounce his Fate And lay the Phrygian low before the Gate Now Turnus arms for Fight His Back and Breast Well temper'd Steel and scaly Brass invest The Cuishes which his brawny Thighs infold Are mingled Metal damask'd o're with Gold His faithful Fauchion sits upon his side Nor Casque nor Crest his manly Features hide But bare to view amid surrounding Friends With Godlike Grace he from the Tow'r descends Exulting in his Strength he seems to dare His absent Rival and to promise War Freed from his Keepers thus with broken Reins The wanton Courser prances o're the Plains Or in the Pride of Youth o'releaps the Mounds And snuffs the Females in forbidden Grounds Or seeks his wat'ring in the well known Flood To quench his Thirst and cool his fiery Blood He swims luxuriant in the liquid Plain And o're his Shoulder flows his waving Mane He neighs he snorts he bears his Head on high Before his ample Chest the frothy Waters fly Soon as the Prince appears without the Gate The Volcians with their Virgin Leader wait His last Commands Then with a graceful Meen Lights from her lofty Steed the Warrior Queen Her Squadron imitates and each descends Whose common Sute Camilla thus commends If Sence of Honour if a Soul secure Of inborn Worth that can all Tests endure Can promise ought or on it self rely Greatly to dare to conquer or to dye Then I alone sustain'd by these will meet The Tyrrhene Troops and promise their Defeat Ours be the Danger ours the sole Renown You Gen'ral stay behind and guard the Town Turnus a while stood mute with glad Surprize And on the fierce Virago fix'd his Eyes Then thus return'd O Grace of Italy With what becoming Thanks can I reply Not only Words lye lab'ring in my Breast But Thought it self is by thy Praise opprest Yet rob me not of all but let me join My Toils my Hazard and my Fame with thine The Trojan not in Stratagem unskill'd Sends his light Foot before to scour the Field Himself thro' steep Ascents and thorny Brakes A larger Compass to the City takes This news my Scouts confirm And I prepare To foil his Cunning and his Force to dare With chosen Foot his Passage to forelay And place an Ambush in the winding way Thou with thy Volscians face the Tuscan Horse The brave Messapus shall thy Troops inforce With those of Tibur and the Latian Band Subjected all to thy Supream Command This said he warns Messapus to the War Then ev'ry Chief exhorts with equal Care All thus encourag'd his own Troops he joins And hastes to prosecute his deep Designs Inclos'd with Hills a winding Valley lies By Nature form'd for Fraud and fitted for Surprize A narrow Track by Human Steps untrode Leads thro' perplexing Thorns to this obscure abode High o're the Vale a steepy Mountain stands Whence the surveying Sight the neather Ground commands The top is level an offensive Seat Of War and from the War a safe Retreat For on the right and left is room to press The Foes at hand or from afar distress To drive 'em headlong downward and to pour On their descending backs a stony show'r Thither young Turnus took the well known way Possess'd the Pass and in blind Ambush lay Mean time Latonian Phoebe from the Skies Beheld th' approaching War with hateful Eies And call'd the light-foot Opis to her aid Her most belov'd and ever trusty Maid Then with a sigh began Camilla goes To meet her Death amidst her Fatal Foes The Nymph I lov'd of all my Mortal Train Invested with Diana's Arms in vain Nor is my kindness for the Virgin new 'T was born with Her and with her Years it grew Her Father Metabus when forc'd away From old Privernum for Tyrannick sway Snatch'd up and sav'd from his prevailing Foes This tender Babe Companion of his Woes Casmilla was her Mother but he drown'd One hissing Letter in a softer sound And call'd Camilla Thro the Woods he flies Wrap'd in his Robe the Royal Infant lies His Foes in sight he mends his weary pace With shouts and clamours they pursue the Chace The Banks of Amasene at length he gains The raging Flood his farther flight restrains Rais'd o're the Borders with unusual Rains Prepar'd to Plunge into the Stream He fears Not for himself but for the Charge he bears Anxious he stops a while and thinks in haste Then desp'rate in Distress resolves at last A knotty Lance of well-boil'd Oak he bore The middle part with Cork he cover'd o're He clos'd the Child within the hollow Space With Twigs of bending Osier bound the Case Then pois'd the Spear heavy with Human Weight And thus invok'd my Favour for the Freight Accept great Goddess of the Woods he said Sent by her Sire this dedicated Maid Thro' Air she flies a Suppliant to thy Shrine And the first Weapons that she knows are thine He said and with full Force the Spear he threw Above the sounding Waves Camilla flew Then press'd by Foes he stemm'd the stormy Tyde And gain'd by stress of Arms the farther Side His fasten'd Spear he pull'd from out the Ground And Victor of his Vows his Infant Nymph unbound Nor after that in Towns which Walls inclose Wou'd trust his hunted Life amidst his Foes But rough in open Air he chose to lye Earth was his Couch his Cov'ring was the Sky On Hills unshorn or in a desart Den He shunn'd the dire Society of Men. A Shepherd's solitary Life he led His Daughter with the Milk of Mares he fed The Dugs of Bears and ev'ry Salvage Beast He drew
and thro' her Lips the Liquor press'd The little Amazon cou'd scarcely go He loads her with a Quiver and a Bow And that she might her stagg'ring Steps command He with a slender Jav'lin fills her Hand Her flowing Hair no golden Fillet bound Nor swept her trayling Robe the dusty Ground Instead of these a Tyger's Hide o'respread Her Back and Shoulders fasten'd to her Head The flying Dart she first attempts to fling And round her tender Temples toss'd the Sling Then as her Strength with Years increas'd began To pierce aloft in Air the soaring Swan And from the Clouds to fetch the Heron and the Crane The TuscanMatrons with each other vy'd To bless their Rival Sons with such a Bride But she disdains their Love to share with me The Silvan Shades and vow'd Virginity And oh I wish contented with my Cares Of Salvage Spoils she had not sought the Wars Then had she been of my Coelestial Train And shun'd the Fate that dooms her to be slain But since opposing Heav'n's Decree she goes To find her Death among forbidden Foes Haste with these Arms and take thy steepy flight Where with the Gods averse the Latins fight This Bow to thee this Quiver I bequeath This chosen Arrow to revenge her Death By what e're Hand Camilla shall be slain Or of the Trojan or Italian Train Let him not pass unpunish'd from the Plain Then in a hollow Cloud my self will Aid To bear the breathless Body of my Maid Unspoil'd shall be her Arms and unprofan'd Her holy Limbs with any Human Hand And in a Marble Tomb laid in her Native Land She said The faithful Nymph descends from high With rapid flight and cuts the sounding Sky Black Clouds and stormy Winds around her Body fly By this the Trojan and the Tuscan Horse Drawn up in Squadrons with united Force Approach the Walls the sprightly Coursers bound Press forward on their Bitts and shift their Ground Shields Arms and Spears flash horrible from far And the Fields glitter with a waving War Oppos'd to these come on with furious Force Messapus Coras and the Latian Horse These in the Body plac'd on either hand Sustain'd and clos'd by fair Camilla's Band. Advancing in a Line they couch their Spears And less and less the middle Space appears Thick Smoak obscures the Field And scarce are seen The neighing Coursers and the shouting Men. In distance of their Darts they stop their Course Then Man to Man they rush and Horse to Horse The face of Heav'n their flying Jav'lins hide And Deaths unseen are dealt on either side Tyrrhenus and Aconteus void of Fear By metled Coursers born in full Carreer Meet first oppos'd and with a mighty Shock Their Horses Heads against each other knock Far from his Steed is fierce Aconteus cast As with an Engin 's force or Lightning's blast He rowls along in Blood and breathes his last The Latin Squadrons take a sudden fright And sling their Shields behind to save their Backs in flight Spurring at speed to their own Walls they drew Close in the rear the Tuscan Troops pursue And urge their flight Asylas leads the Chase 'Till seiz'd with Shame they wheel about and face Receive their Foes and raise a threat'ning Cry The Tuscans take their turn to fear and fly So swelling Surges with a thund'ring Roar Driv'n on each others Backs insult the Shoar Bound o're the Rocks incroach upon the Land And far upon the Beach eject the Sand. Then backward with a Swing they take their Way Repuls'd from upper Ground and seek their Mother Sea With equal hurry quit th' invaded Shore And swallow back the Sand and Stones they spew'd before Twice were the Tuscans Masters of the Field Twice by the Latins in their turn repell'd Asham'd at length to the third Charge they ran Both Hoasts resolv'd and mingled Man to Man Now dying Groans are heard the Fields are strow'd With falling Bodies and are drunk with Blood Arms Horses Men on heaps together lye Confus'd the Fight and more confus'd the Cry Orsilochus who durst not press too near Strong Remulus at distance drove his Spear And stuck the Steel beneath his Horses Ear The fiery Steed impatient of the Wound Curvets and springing upward with a Bound His helpless Lord cast backward on the Ground Catillus pierc'd Iolas first then drew His reeking Lance and at Herminius threw The mighty Champion of the Tuscan Crew His Neck and Throat unarm'd his Head was bare But shaded with a length of yellow Hair Secure he fought expos'd on ev'ry part A spacious mark for Swords and for the Dart Across the Shoulders came the flying Wound Transfix'd he fell and doubled to the Ground The Sands with streaming Blood are sanguine dy'd And Death with Honour sought on either side Resistless through the War Camilla rode In Danger unappall'd and pleas'd with Blood One side was bare for her exerted Brest One Shoulder with her painted Quiver press'd Now from afar her Fatal Jav'lins play Now with her Axe's edge she hews her Way Diana's Arms upon her Shoulder found And when too closely press'd she quits the Ground From her bent Bow she sends a backward Wound Her Maids in Martial Pomp on either side Larina Tulla fierce Tarpeia ride Italians all in Peace their Queen's delight In War the bold Companions of the Fight So march'd the Thracian Amazons of old When Thermodon with bloody Billows rowl'd Such Troops as these in shining Arms were seen When Theseus met in Fight their Maiden Queen Such to the Field Penthisilea led From the fierce Virgin when the Grecians fled With such return'd Triumphant from the War Her Maids with Cries attend the lofty Carr They clash with manly force their Moony Shields With Female Showts refound the Phrygian Fields Who formost and who last Heroick Maid On the cold Earth were by thy Courage laid Thy Spear of Mountain Ash Eumenius first With fury driv'n from side to side transpierc'd A purple Stream came spowting from the Wound Bath'd in his Blood he lies and bites the Ground Lyris and Pagasus at once she slew The former as the slacken'd Reins he drew Of his faint steed the latter as he stretch'd His Arm to prop his Friend the Jav'lin reach'd By the same Weapon sent from the same Hand Both fall together and both spurn the Sand. Amastrus next is added to the slain The rest in Rout she follows o're the Plain Tereus Harpalicus Demophoon And Chromys at full Speed her Fury shun Of all her deadly Darts not one she lost Each was attended with a Trojan Ghost Young Ornithus bestrode a Hunter Steed Swift for the Chase and of Apulian Breed Him from afar she spy'd in Arms unknown O're his broad Back an Oxes hide was thrown His Helm a Wolf whose gaping Jaws were spread A cov'ring for his Cheeks and grinn'd around his Head He clench'd within his Hand an Iron Prong And tow'rd above the rest conspicuous in the Throng Him soon she singled from the flying Train
sacred Altars touch the Flames And all those Pow'rs attest and all their Names Whatever Chance befall on either Side No term of time this Union shall divide No Force no Fortune shall my Vows unbind Or shake the stedfast Tenour of my Mind Not tho' the circling Seas shou'd break their Bound O'reflow the Shores or sap the solid Ground Not tho' the Lamps of Heav'n their Spheres forsake Hurl'd down and hissing in the neather Lake Ev'n as this Royal Scepter for he bore A Scepter in his Hand shall never more Shoot out in Branches or renew the Birth An Orphan now cut from the Mother Earth By the keen Axe dishonour'd of its Hair And cas'd in Brass for Latian Kings to bear When thus in publick view the Peace was ty'd With solemn Vows and sworn on either side All dues perform'd which holy Rites require The Victim Beasts are slain before the Fire The trembling Entrails from their Bodies torn And to the fatten'd Flames in Chargers born Already the Rutulians deem'd their Man O'rematch'd in Arms before the Fight began First rising Fears are whisper'd thro' the Crowd Then gath'ring sound they murmur more aloud Now side to side they measure with their Eyes The Champions bulk their Sinews and their Sise The nearer they approach the more is known Th' apparent Disadvantage of their own Turnus himself appears in publick sight Conscious of Fate desponding of the Fight Slowly he moves and at his Altar stands With eyes dejected and with trembling hands And while he mutters undistinguish'd Pray'rs A livid deadness in his Cheeks appears With anxious Pleasure when Juturna view'd Th' increasing Fright of the mad Multitude When their short Sighs and thickning Sobs she heard And found their ready Minds for Change prepar'd Dissembling her immortal Form she took Camertus Meen his Habit and his Look A Chief of ancient Blood in Arms well known Was his great Sire and he his greater Son His Shape assum'd amid the Ranks she ran And humouring their first Motions thus began For shame Rutulians can you bear the sight Of one expos'd for all in single Fight Can we before the Face of Heav'n confess Our Courage colder or our Numbers less View all the Trojan Hoast th' Arcadian Band And Tuscan Army count 'em as they stand Undaunted to the Battel if we goe Scarce ev'ry second Man will share a Foe Turnus 't is true in this unequal Strife Shall lose with Honour his devoted Life Or change it rather for immortal Fame Succeeding to the Gods from whence he came But you a servile and inglorious Band For Foreign Lords shall sow your Native Land Those fruitful Fields your fighting Fathers gain'd Which have so long their lazy Sons sustain'd With Words like these she carry'd her Design A rising Murmur runs along the Line Then ev'n the City Troops and Latians tir'd With tedious War seem with new Souls inspir'd Their Champion's Fate with Pity they lament And of the League so lately sworn repent Nor fails the Goddess to foment the Rage With lying Wonders and a false Presage But adds a Sign which present to their Eyes Inspires new Courage and a glad Surprize For sudden in the fiery Tracts above Appears in Pomp th' Imperial Bird of Jove A plump of Fowl he spies that swim the Lakes And o're their Heads his sounding Pinions shakes Then stooping on the fairest of the Train In his strong Tallons truss'd a silver Swan Th' Italians wonder at th' unusual sight But while he lags and labours in his flight Behold the Dastard Fowl return anew And with united force the Foe pursue Clam'rous around the Royal Hawk they fly And thick'ning in a Cloud o'reshade the Sky They cuff they scratch they cross his airy Course Nor can th' incumber'd Bird sustain their Force But vex'd not vanquish'd drops the pond'rous Prey And lighten'd of his Burthen wings his Way Th' Ausonian Bands with Shouts salute the sight Eager of Action and demand the Fight Then King Tolumnius vers'd in Augur's Arts Cries out and thus his boasted Skill imparts At length 't is granted what I long desir'd This this is what my frequent Vows requir'd Ye Gods I take your Omen and obey Advance my Friends and charge I lead the Way These are the Foreign Foes whose impious Band Like that rapacious Bird infest our Land But soon like him they shall be forc'd to Sea By Strength united and forego the Prey Your timely Succour to your Country bring Haste to the Rescue and redeem your King He said And pressing onward thro' the Crew Poiz'd in his lifted Arm his Lance he threw The winged Weapon whistling in the Wind Came driving on nor miss'd the Mark design'd At once the Cornel rattled in the Skies At once tumultuous Shouts and Clamours rise Nine Brothers in a goodly Band there stood Born of Arcadian mix'd with Tuscan Blood Gylippus Sons The fatal Jav'lin flew Aim'd at the midmost of the friendly Crew A Passage thro' the jointed Arms it found Just where the Belt was to the Body bound And struck the gentle Youth extended on the Ground Then fir'd with pious Rage the gen'rous Train Run madly forward to revenge the slain And some with eager haste their Jav'lins throw And some with Sword in hand assault the Foe The wish'd Insult the Latine Troops embrace And meet their Ardour in the middle Space The Trojans Tuscans and Arcadian Line With equal Courage obviate their Design Peace leaves the violated Fields and Hate Both Armies urges to their mutual Fate With impious Haste their Altars are o'return'd The Sacrifice half broil'd and half unburn'd Thick Storms of Steel from either Army fly And Clouds of clashing Darts obscure the Sky Brands from the Fire are missive Weapons made With Chargers Bowls and all the Priestly Trade Latinus frighted hastens from the Fray And bears his unregarded Gods away These on their Horses vault those yoke the Car The rest with Swords on high run headlong to the War Messapus eager to confound the Peace Spurr'd his hot Courser thro' the fighting Preace At King Aulestes by his Purple known A Tuscan Prince and by his Regal Crown And with a Shock encount'ring bore him down Backward he fell and as his Fate design'd The Ruins of an Altar were behind There pitching on his Shoulders and his Head Amid the scatt'ring Fires he lay supinely spread The beamy Spear descending from above His Cuirass pierc'd and thro' his Body drove Then with a scornful Smile the Victor cries The Gods have found a fitter Sacrifice Greedy of Spoils th' Italians strip the dead Of his rich Armour and uncrown his Head Priest Chorinaeus arm'd his better Hand From his own Altar with a blazing Brand And as Ebusus with a thund'ring Pace Advanc'd to Battel dash'd it on his Face His bristly Beard shines out with sudden Fires The crackling Crop a noisom scent expires Following the blow he seiz'd his curling Crown With his left Hand his other cast him down The prostrate Body with
Ground Mighty the Man and mighty Was the Wound I heard my dearest Friend with dying Breath My Name invoking to revenge his Death Brave Ufens fell with Honour on the Place To shun the shameful sight of my disgrace On Earth supine a Manly Corps he lies His Vest and Armour are the Victor's Prize Then shall I see Laurentum in a flame Which only wanted to compleat my shame How will the Latins hoot their Champion's flight How Drances will be pleas'd and point them to the sight Is Death so hard to bear Ye Gods below Since those above so small Compassion show Receive a Soul unsully'd yet with shame Which not belies my great Forefather's Name He said And while he spoke with flying speed Came Sages urging on his foamy Steed Fix'd on his wounded Face a Shaft he bore And seeking Turnus sent his Voice before Turnus on you on you alone depends Our last Relief compassionate your Friends Like Lightning fierce Aeneas rowling on With Arms invests with Flames invades the Town The Brands are toss'd on high the Winds conspire To drive along the Deluge of the Fire All Eyes are fix'd on you your Foes rejoice Ev'n the King staggers and suspends his Choice Doubts to deliver or defend the Town Whom to reject or whom to call his Son The Queen on whom your utmost hopes were plac'd Her self suborning Death has breath'd her last 'T is true Messapus fearless of his Fate With fierce Atinas Aid defends the Gate On ev'ry side surrounded by the Foe The more they kill the greater Numbers grow An Iron Harvest mounts and still remains to mow You far aloof from your forsaken Bands Your rowling Chariot drive o're empty Sands Stupid he sate his Eyes on Earth declin'd And various Cares revolving in his Mind Rage boiling from the bottom of his Breast And Sorrow mix'd with Shame his Soul oppress'd And conscious Worth lay lab'ring in his Thought And Love by Jealousie to Madness wrought By slow degrees his Reason drove away The Mists of Passion and resum'd her Sway. Then rising on his Car he turn'd his Look And saw the Town involv'd in Fire and Smoke A wooden Tow'r with Flames already blaz'd Which his own Hands on Beams and Rafters rais'd And Bridges laid above to join the Space And Wheels below to rowl from place to place Sister the Fates have vanquish'd Let us go The way which Heav'n and my hard Fortune show The Fight is fix'd Nor shall the branded Name Of a base Coward blot your Brother's Fame Death is my choice but suffer me to try My Force and vent my Rage before I dye He said and leaping down without delay Thro Crowds of scatter'd Foes he free'd his way Striding he pass'd impetuous as the Wind And left the grieving Goddess far behind As when a Fragment from a Mountain torn By raging Tempests or by Torrents born Or sapp'd by time or loosen'd from the Roots Prone thro' the Void the Rocky Ruine shoots Rowling from Crag to Crag from Steep to Steep Down sink at once the Shepherds and their Sheep Involv'd alike they rush to neather Ground Stun'd with the shock they fall and stun'd from Earth rebound So Turnus hasting headlong to the Town Should'ring and shoving bore the Squadrons down Still pressing onward to the Walls he drew Where Shafts and Spears and Darts promiscuous flew And sanguine Streams the slipp'ry Ground embrew First stretching out his Arm in sign of Peace He cries aloud to make the Combat cease Rutulians hold and Latin Troops retire The Fight is mine and me the Gods require T is just that I shou'd vindicate alone The broken Truce or for the Breach atone This Day shall free from Wars th' Ausonian State Or finish my Misfortunes in my Fate Both Armies from their bloody Work desist And bearing backward form a spacious List The Trojan Heroe who receiv'd from Fame The welcome Sound and heard the Champion's Name Soon leaves the taken Works and mounted Walls Greedy of War where greater Glory calls He springs to Fight exulting in his Force His jointed Armour rattles in the Course Like Eryx or like Athos great he shows Or Father Apennine when white with Snows His Head Divine obscure in Clouds he hides And shakes the sounding Forest on his sides The Nations over-aw'd surcease the Fight Immoveable their Bodies fix'd their sight Ev'n Death stands still nor from above they throw Their Darts nor drive their batt'ring Rams below In silent Order either Army stands And drop their Swords unknowing from their Hands Th' Ausonian King beholds with wond'ring sight Two mighty Champions match'd in single Fight Born under Climes remote and brought by Fate With Swords to try their Titles to the State Now in clos'd Field each other from afar They view and rushing on begin the War They launch their Spears then hand to hand they meet The trembling Soil resounds beneath their Feet Their Bucklers clash thick blows descend from high And flakes of Fire from their hard Helmets fly Courage conspires with Chance and both ingage With equal Fortune and with mutual Rage As when two Bulls for their fair Female fight In Sila's Shades or on Taburnus height With Horns adverse they meet the Keeper flies Mute stands the Herd the Heifars rowl their Eyes And wait th' Event which Victor they shall bear And who shall be the Lord to rule the lusty Year With rage of Love the jealous Rivals burn And Push for Push and Wound for Wound return Their Dewlaps gor'd their sides are lav'd in Blood Loud Cries and roaring Sounds rebellow thro' the Wood Such was the Combat in the listed Ground So clash their Swords and so their Shields resound Jove sets the Beam in either Scale he lays The Champions Fate and each exactly weighs On this side Life and lucky Chance ascends Loaded with Death that other Scale descends Rais'd on the Stretch young Turnus aims a blow Full on the Helm of his unguarded Foe Shrill Shouts and Clamours ring on either side As Hopes and Fears their panting Hearts divide But all in pieces flies the Traytor Sword And in the middle Stroke deserts his Lord. Now 't is but Death or Flight disarm'd he flies When in his Hand an unknown Hilt he spies Fame says that Turnus when his Steeds he join'd Hurrying to War disorder'd in his Mind Snatch'd the first Weapon which his haste cou'd find 'T was not the fated Sword his Father bore But that his Charioteer Metiscus wore This while the Trojans fled the Toughness held But vain against the great Vulcanian Shield The mortal-temper'd Steel deceiv'd his Hand The shiver'd fragments shone amid the Sand. Surpris'd with fear he fled along the Field And now forthright and now in Orbits wheel'd For here the Trojan Troops the List surround And there the Pass is clos'd with Pools and marshy Ground Aeneas hastens tho' with heavier Pace His Wound so newly knit retards the Chase And oft his trembling Knees their Aid refuse Yet pressing foot by foot
hour has drawn the Dews And the Sun 's sultry heat their thirst renews When creaking Grashoppers on Shrubs complain Then lead 'em to their wat'ring Troughs again In Summer's heat some bending Valley find Clos'd from the Sun but open to the Wind Or seek some ancient Oak whose Arms extend In ample breadth thy Cattle to defend Or solitary Grove or gloomy Glade To shield 'em with its venerable Shade Once more to wat'ring lead and feed again When the low Sun is sinking to the Main When rising Cynthia sheds her silver Dews And the cool Evening-breeze the Meads renews When Linnets fill the Woods with tunesul sound And hollow shoars the Halcyons Voice rebound Why shou'd my Muse enlarge on Lybian Swains Their scatter'd Cottages and ample Plains Where oft the Flocks without a Leader stray Or through continu'd Desarts take their way And feeding add the length of Night to day Whole Months they wander grazing as they go Nor Folds nor hospitable Harbour know Such an extent of Plains so vast a space Of Wilds unknown and of untasted Grass Allures their Eyes The Shepherd last appears And with him all his Patrimony bears His House and household Gods his trade of War His Bow and Quiver and his trusty Cur. Thus under heavy Arms the Youth of Rome Their long laborious Marches overcome Chearly their tedious Travels undergo And pitch their sudden Camp before the Foe Not so the Scythian Shepherd tends his Fold Nor he who bears in Thrace the bitter cold Nor he who treads the bleak Meotian Strand Or where proud Ister rouls his yellow Sand. Early they stall their Flocks and Herds for there No Grass the Fields no Leaves the Forests wear The frozen Earth lies buried there below A hilly heap sev'n Cubits deep in Snow And all the West Allies of stormy Boreas blow The Sun from far peeps with a sickly face Too weak the Clouds and mighty Fogs to chace When up the Skies he shoots his rosie Head Or in the ruddy Ocean seeks his Bed Swift Rivers are with sudden Ice constrain'd And studded Wheels are on its back sustain'd An Hostry now sor Waggons which before Tall Ships of burthen on its Bosom bore To John Dormer of Rowshan in the County of Oxford Esq Geo 3 L 570. The brazen Cauldrons with the Frost are flaw'd The Garment stiff with Ice at Hearths is thaw'd With Axes first they cleave the Wine and thence By weight the solid portions they dispence From Locks uncomb'd and from the frozen Beard Long Isicles depend and crackling Sounds are heard Mean time perpetual Sleet and driving Snow Obscure the Skies and hang on Herds below The starving Cattle perish in their Stalls Huge Oxen stand enclos'd in wint'ry Walls Of Snow congeal'd whole Herds are bury'd there Of mighty Stags and scarce their Horns appear The dext'rous Huntsman wounds not these afar With Shafts or Darts or makes a distant War With Dogs or pitches Toyls to stop their Flight But close engages in unequal Fight And while they strive in vain to make their way Through hills of Snow and pitifully bray Assaults with dint of Sword or pointed Spears And homeward on his Back the joyful burthen bears The Men to subterranean Caves retire Secure from Cold and crowd the chearful Fire With Trunks of Elms and Oaks the Hearth they load Nor tempt th' inclemency of Heav'n abroad Their jovial Nights in frollicks and in play They pass to drive the tedious Hours away And their cold Stomachs with crown'd Goblets cheer Of windy Cider and of barmy Beer Such are the cold Ryphean Race and such The savage Scythian and unwarlike Dutch Where Skins of Beasts the rude Barbarians wear The spoils of Foxes and the furry Bear Is Wool thy care Let not thy Cattle go Where Bushes are where Burs and Thistles grow Nor in too rank a Pasture let 'em feed Then of the purest white select thy Breed Ev'n though a snowy Ram thou shalt behold Prefer him not in haste for Husband to thy Fold But search his Mouth and if a swarthy Tongue Is underneath his humid Pallat hung Reject him lest he darken all the Flock And substitute another from thy Stock T was thus with Fleeces milky white if we May trust report Pan God of Arcady Did bribe thee Cynthia nor didst thou disdain When call'd in woody shades to cure a Lover's pain If Milk be thy design with plenteous hand Bring Clover-grass and from the marshy Land Salt Herbage for the fodd'ring Rack provide To fill their Bags and swell the milky Tide These raise their Thirst and to the Taste restore The savour of the Salt on which they fed before Some when the Kids their Dams too deeply drain With gags and muzzles their soft Mouths restrain Their morning Milk the Peasants press at Night Their Evening Meal before the rising Light To Market bear or sparingly they steep With seas'ning Salt and stor'd for Winter keep Nor last forget thy faithful Dogs but feed With fat'ning Whey the Mastiffs gen'rous breed And Spartan Race who for the Folds relief Will prosecute with Cries the Nightly Thief Repulse the prouling Wolf and hold at Bay The Mountain Robbers rushing to the Prey With cries of Hounds thou may'st pursue the fear Of flying Hares and chace the fallow Deer Rouze from their desart Dens the brisl'd Rage Of Boars and beamy Stags in Toyls engage With smoak of burning Cedar scent thy Walls And fume with stinking Galbanum thy Stalls With that rank Odour from thy dwelling Place To drive the Viper's brood and all the venom'd Race For often under Stalls unmov'd they lye Obscure in shades and shunning Heav'ns broad Eye And Snakes familiar to the Hearth succeed Disclose their Eggs and near the Chimny breed Whether to roofy Houses they repair Or Sun themselves abroad in open Air In all abodes of pestilential Kind To Sheep and Oxen and the painful Hind Take Shepherd take a plant of stubborn Oak And labour him with many a sturdy stroak Or with hard Stones demolish from a-far His haughty Crest the seat of all the War Invade his hissing Throat and winding spires 'Till stretch'd in length th' unfolded Foe retires He drags his Tail and for his Head provides And in some secret cranny slowly glides But leaves expos'd to blows his Back and batter'd sides In fair Calabria's Woods a Snake is bred With curling Crest and with advancing Head Waving he rolls and makes a winding Track His Belly spotted burnisht is his Back While Springs are broken while the Southern Air And dropping Heav'ns the moisten'd Earth repair He lives on standing Lakes and trembling Bogs And fills his Maw with Fish or with loquacious Frogs But when in muddy Pools the water sinks And the chapt Earth is furrow'd o're with Chinks He leaves the Fens and leaps upon the Ground And hissing rowls his glaring Eyes around With Thirst inflam'd impatient of the heats He rages in the Fields and wide Destruction threats Oh let not Sleep my closing Eyes
invade In open Plains or in the secret Shade When he renew'd in all the speckl'd Pride Of pompous Youth has cast his slough aside And in his Summer Liv'ry rowls along Erect and brandishing his forky Tongue Leaving his Nest and his imperfect Young And thoughtless of his Egs forgets to rear The hopes of Poyson for the foll'wing Year The Causes and the Signs shall next be told Of ev'ry Sickness that infects the Fold A scabby Tetter on their pelts will stick When the raw Rain has pierc'd 'em to the quick Or searching Frosts have eaten through the Skin Or burning Isicles are lodg'd within Or when the Fleece is shorn if sweat remains Unwash'd and soaks into their empty Veins When their defenceless Limbs the Brambles tear Short of their Wool and naked from the Sheer Good Shepherds after sheering drench their Sheep And their Flocks Father forc'd from high to leap Swims down the Stream and plunges in the deep They oint their naked Limbs with mother'd Oyl Or from the Founts where living Sulphurs boyl They mix a Med'cine to foment their Limbs With Scum that on the molten Silver swims Fat Pitch and black Bitumen add to these Besides the waxen labour of the Bees And Hellebore and Squills deep rooted in the Seas Receits abound but searching all thy Store The best is still at hand to launch the Sore To Fredrick Filney of Filney Hall in Hant-Shire Esq Geo 3 L 721 And cut the Head for till the Core be found The secret Vice is fed and gathers Ground While making fruitless Moan the Shepherd stands And when the launching Knife requires his hands Vain help with idle Pray'rs from Heav'n demands Deep in their Bones when Feavers fix their seat And rack their Limbs and lick the vital heat The ready Cure to cool the raging Pain Is underneath the Foot to breath a Vein This remedy the Scythian Shepherds found Th' Inhabitants of Thracia's hilly Ground And Gelons use it when for Drink and Food They mix their cruddl'd Milk with Horses Blood But where thou seest a single Sheep remain In shades aloof or couch'd upon the Plain Or listlesly to crop the tender Grass Or late to lag behind with truant pace Revenge the Crime and take the Traytor 's head E're in the faultless Flock the dire Contagion spread On Winter Seas we fewer Storms behold Than foul Diseases that infect the Fold Nor do those ills on single Bodies prey But oft'ner bring the Nation to decay And sweep the present Stock and future Hope away A dire Example of this Truth appears When after such a length of rowling Years We see the naked Alps and thin Remains Of scatter'd Cotts and yet unpeopl'd Plains Once fill'd with grazing Flocks the Shepherds happy Reigns Here from the vicious Air and sickly Skies A Plague did on the dumb Creation rise During th' Autumnal Heats th' Infection grew Tame Cattle and the Beasts of Nature slew Poys'ning the Standing Lakes and Pools Impure Nor was the foodful Grass in Fields secure Strange Death For when the thirsty fire had drunk Their vital Blood and the dry Nerves were shrunk When the contracted Limbs were cramp'd ev'n then A wat'rish Humour swell'd and ooz'd agen Converting into Bane the kindly Juice Ordain'd by Nature for a better use The Victim Ox that was for Altars prest Trim'd with white Ribbons and with Garlands drest Sunk of himself without the Gods Command Preventing the slow Sacrificer's Hand Or by the holy Butcher if he fell Th' inspected Entrails cou'd no Fates foretel Nor laid on Altars did pure Flames arise But Clouds of smouldring Smoke forbad the Sacrifice Scarcely the Knife was redden'd with his Gore Or the black Poyson stain'd the sandy Floor The thriven Calves in Meads their Food forsake And render their sweet Souls before the plenteous Rack The fawning Dog runs mad the wheasing Swine With Coughs is choak'd and labours from the Chine The Victor Horse forgetful of his Food The Palm renounces and abhors the Flood He paws the Ground and on his hanging Ears A doubtful Sweat in clammy drops appears Parch'd is his Hide and rugged are his Hairs Such are the Symptoms of the young Disease But in time's process when his pains encrease He rouls his mournful Eyes he deeply groans With patient sobbing and with manly Moans He heaves for Breath which from his Lungs supply'd And fetch'd from far distends his lab'ring side To his rough Palat his dry Tongue succeeds And roapy Gore he from his Nostrils bleeds A Drench of Wine has with success been us'd And through a Horn the gen'rous Juice infus'd Which timely taken op'd his closing Jaws But if too late the Patient's death did cause For the too vig'rous Dose too fiercely wrought And added Fury to the Srength it brought Recruited into Rage he grinds his Teeth In his own Flesh and feeds approaching Death Ye Gods to better Fate good Men dispose And turn that Impious Errour on our Foes The Steer who to the Yoke was bred to bow Studious of Tillage and the crooked Plough Falls down and dies and dying spews a Flood Of foamy Madness mix'd with clotted Blood The Clown who cursing Providence repines His Mournful Fellow from the Team disjoyns With many a groan forsakes his fruitless care And in th' unfinish'd Furrow leaves the Share The pineing Steer no Shades of lofty Woods Nor flow'ry Meads can ease nor Crystal floods Roul'd from the Rock His flabby Flanks decrease His Eyes are settled in a stupid peace His bulk too weighty for his Thighs is grown And his unweildy Neck hangs drooping down Now what avails his well-deserving Toil To turn the Glebe or smooth the rugged Soil And yet he never supt in solemn State Nor undigested Feasts did urge his Fate Nor day to Night luxuriously did joyn Nor surfeited on rich Campanian Wine Simple his Bev'rage homely was his Food The wholsom Herbage and the running Flood No dreadful Dreams awak'd him with affright His Pains by Day secur'd his Rest by Night 'T was then that Buffalo's ill pair'd were seen To draw the Carr of Jove's Imperial Queen For want of Oxen and the lab'ring Swain Scratch'd with a Rake a Furrow for his Grain And cover'd with his hand the shallow Seed again He Yokes himself and up the Hilly height With his own Shoulders draws the Waggon's weight The nightly Wolf that round th' Enclosure proul'd To leap the Fence now plots not on the Fold Tam'd with a sharper Pain The fearful Doe And flying Stag amidst the Grey-Hounds go And round the Dwellings roam of Man their fiercer Foe The scaly Nations of the Sea profound Like Shipwreck'd Carcasses are driv'n aground And mighty Phocae never seen before In shallow Streams are stranded on the shore The Viper dead within her Hole is found Defenceless was the shelter of the ground The water-Snake whom Fish and Paddocks fed With staring Scales lies poyson'd in his Bed To Birds their Native Heav'ns contagious prove From Clouds they fall
aloft she strikes the Ground And renders back the Weapon in the Wound Acestes grudging at his Lot remains Without a Prize to gratifie his Pains Yet shooting upward sends his Shaft to show An Archer's Art and boast his twanging Bow The pointed Arrow gave a dire Portent And latter Augures judge from this Event Chaf'd by the speed it fir'd and as it flew A Trail of following Flames ascending drew Kindling they mount and mark the shiny Way Across the Skies as falling Meteors play And vanish into Wind or in a Blaze decay The Trojans and Sicilians wildly stare And trembling turn their Wonder into Pray'r The Dardan Prince put on a smiling Face And strain'd Acestes with a close Embrace Then hon'ring him with Gifts above the rest Turn'd the bad Omen nor his Fears confess'd The Gods said he this Miracle have wrought And order'd you the Prize without the Lot Accept this Goblet rough with figur'd Gold Which Thracian Cisseus gave my Sire of old This Pledge of ancient Amity receive Which to my second Sire I justly give He said and with the Trumpets chearsul sound Proclaim'd him Victor and with Lawrel crown'd Nor good Eurytion envy'd him the Prize Tho' he transfix'd the Pidgeon in the Skies Who cut the Line with second Gifts was grac'd The third was his whose Arrow pierc'd the Mast The Chief before the Games were wholly done Call'd Periphantes Tutor to his Son And whisper'd thus with speed Ascanius find And if his Childish Troop be ready join'd On Horsâ—-back let him grace his Grandsire's Day And lead his Equals arm'd in just Array He said and calling out the Cirque he clears The Crowd withdrawn an open Plain appears And now the Noble Youths of Form Divine Advance before their Fathers in a Line The Riders grace the Steeds the Steeds with Glory shine Thus marching on in Military Pride Shouts of Applause resound from side to fide Their Casques adorn'd with Lawrel Wreaths they wear Each brandishing aloft a Cornel Spear Some at their Backs their guilded Quivers bore Their Chains of burnish'd Gold hung down before Three graceful Troops they form'd upon the Green Three graceful Leaders at their Head were seen Twelve follow'd ev'ry Chief and left a Space between The first young Priam led a lovely Boy Whose Grandsire was th' unhappy King of Troy His Race in after times was known to Fame New Honours adding to the Latian Name And well the Royal Boy his Thracian Steed became White were the Fetlocks of his Feet before And on his Front a snowy Star he bore Then beauteous Atys with Iulus bred Of equal Age the second Squadron led The last in Order but the first in place First in the lovely Features of his Face Rode fair Ascanius on a fiery Steed Queen Dido's Gift and of the Tyrian breed Sure Coursers for the rest the King ordains With Golden Bitts adorn'd and Purple Reins The pleas'd Spectators peals of Shouts renew And all the Parents in the Children view Their Make their Motions and their sprightly Grace And Hopes and Fears alternate in their Face Th' unfledg'd Commanders and their Martial Train First make the Circuit of the sandy Plain Around their Sires And at th' appointed Sign Drawn up in beauteous Order form a Line The second Signal sounds the Troop divides In three distinguish'd parts with three distinguish'd Guides Again they close and once again dis-join In Troop to Troop oppos'd and Line to Line They meet they wheel they throw their Darts afar With harmless Rage and well dissembled War Then in a round the mingl'd Bodies run Flying they follow and pursuing shun Broken they break and rallying they renew In other Forms the Military shew At last in order undiscern'd they join And march together in a friendly Line And as the Cretan Labyrinth of old With wand'ring Ways and many a winding fold Involv'd the weary Feet without redress In a round Error which deny'd recess So fought the Trojan Boys in warlike Play Turn'd and return'd and still a diff'rent way Thus Dolphins in the Deep each other chase In Circles when they swim around the wat'ry Race This Game these Carousels Ascanius taught And building Alba to the Latins brought Shew'd what he learn'd The Latin Sires impart To their succeeding Sons the graceful Art From these Imperial Rome receiv'd the Game Which Troy the Youths the Trojan Troop they name To y e most Illustrious Prince William Duke of Glocester ct AE 5. l. 7â—â— Thus far the sacred Sports they celebrate But Fortune soon resum'd her ancient hate For while they pay the dead his Annual dues Those envy'd Rites Saturnian Juno views And sends the Goddess of the various bow To try new Methods of Revenge below Supplies the Winds to wing her Airy way Where in the Port secure the Navy lay Swiftly fair Iris down her Arch descends And undiscern'd her fatal Voyage ends She saw the gath'ring Crowd and gliding thence The desart Shore and Fleet without defence The Trojan Matrons on the Sands alone With Sighs and Tears Anchises death bemoan Then turning to the Sea their weeping Eyes Their pity to themselves renews their Cries Alas said one what Oceans yet remain For us to sail what Labours to sustain All take the Word and with a gen'ral groan Implore the Gods for Peace and Places of their own The Goddess great in Mischief views their pains And in a Woman's Form her heav'nly Limbs restrains In Face and Shape old Beroe she became Doriclus Wife a venerable Dame Once bless'd with Riches and a Mother's Name Thus chang'd amidst the crying Crow'd she ran Mix'd with the Matrons and these words began O wretched we whom not the Grecian Pow'r Nor Flames destroy'd in Troy's unhappy hour O wretched we reserv'd by Cruel Fate Beyond the Ruins of the sinking State Now sev'n revolving Years are wholly run Since this improsp'rous Voyage we begun Since toss'd from Shores to Shores from Lands to Lands Inhospitable Rocks and barren Sands Wand'ring in Exile through the stormy Sea We search in vain for flying Italy Now Cast by Fortune on this kindred Land What shou'd our Rest and rising Walls withstand Or hinder here to fix our banish'd Band O Country lost and Gods redeem'd in vain If still in endless Exile we remain Shall we no more the Trojan Walls renew Or Streams of some dissembl'd Simois view Haste joyn with me th' unhappy Fleet consume Cassandra bids and I declare her doom In sleep I saw her she supply'd my hands For this I more than dreamt with flaming Brands With these said she these wand'ring Ships destroy These are your fatal Seats and this your Troy Time calls you now the precious Hour employ Slack not the good Presage while Heav'n inspires Our Minds to dare and gives the ready Fires See Neptune's Altars minister their Brands The God is pleas'd the God supplies our hands Then from the Pile a flaming Firr she drew And toss'd in Air amidst the Gallies threw Wrap'd in a
his Friend and cast his Eyes around Ah Wretch he cry'd where have I left behind Th' unhappy Youth where shall I hope to find Or what way take again He ventures back And treads the Mazes of his former track He winds the Wood and list'ning hears the noise Of trampling Coursers and the Riders voice The sound approach'd and suddenly he view'd The Foes inclosing and his Friend pursu'd Forelay'd and taken while he strove in vain The shelter of the friendly Shades to gain What shou'd he next attempt what Arms employ What fruitless Force to free the Captive Boy Or desperate shou'd he rush and lose his Life With odds oppress'd in such unequal strife Resolv'd at length his pointed Spear he shook And casting on the Moon a mournful look Guardian of Groves and Goddess of the Night Fair Queen he said direct my Dart aright If e're my Pious Father for my sake Did grateful Off'rings on thy Altars make Or I increas'd them with my Silvan toils And hung thy Holy Roofs with Salvage Spoils Give me to scatter these Then from his Ear He poiz'd and aim'd and lanch'd the trembling Spear The deadly Weapon hiffing from the Grove Impetuous on the back of Sulmo drove Pierc'd his thin Armour drank his Vital Blood And in his Body left the broken Wood. He staggers round his Eyeballs rowl in Death And with short sobs he gasps away his Breath All stand amaz'd a second Jav'lin flies With equal strength and quivers through the Skies This through thy Temples Tagus forc'd the way And in the Brain-pan warmly bury'd lay Fierce Volscens foams with Rage and gazing round Descry'd not him who gave the Fatal Wound To S r Io n Percivalé Bart. of Barton in the County of Corke in Ireland AE 9. l. 590 Nor knew to fix Revenge but thou he cries Shalt pay for both and at the Pris'ner flies With his drawn Sword Then struck with deep Despair That cruel sight the Lover cou'd not bear But from his Covert rush'd in open view And sent his Voice before him as he flew Me me he cry'd turn all your Swords alone On me the Fact confess'd the Fault my own He neither cou'd nor durst the guiltless Youth Ye Moon and Stars bear Witness to the Truth His only Crime if Friendship can offend Is too much Love to his unhappy Friend Too late he speaks the Sword which Fury guides Driv'n with full Force had pierc'd his tender Sides Down fell the beauteous Youth the yawning Wound Gush'd out a Purple Stream and stain'd the Ground His snowy Neck reclines upon his Breast Like a fair Flow'r by the keen Share oppress'd Like a white Poppy sinking on the Plain Whose heavy Head is overcharg'd with Rain Despair and Rage and Vengeance justly vow'd Drove Nisus headlong on the hostile Crowd Volscens he seeks on him alone he bends Born back and bor'd by his surrounding Friends Onward he press'd and kept him still in sight Then whirl'd aloft his Sword with all his might Th' unnerring Steel descended while he spoke Pierc'd his wide Mouth and thro' his Weazon broke Dying he flew and stagg'ring on the Plain With smimming Eyes he sought his Lover slain Then quiet on his bleeding Bosom fell Content in Death to be reveng'd so well O happy Friends for if my Verse can give Immortal Life your Fame shall ever live Fix'd as the Capitol's Foundation lies And spread where e're the Roman Eagle flies The conqu'ring Party first divide the Prey Then their slain General to the Camp convey With Wonder as they went the Troops were fill'd To see such Numbers whom so few had kill'd Serranus Rhamnes and the rest they found Vast Crowds the dying and the dead surround And the yet reeking Blood o'reflows the Ground All knew the Helmet which Messapus lost But mourn'd a Purchase that so dear had cost Now rose the ruddy Morn from Tithon's Bed And with the Dawns of Day the Skies o'respread Nor long the Sun his daily Course withheld But added Colours to the World reveal'd When early Turnus wak'ning with the Light All clad in Armour calls his Troops to fight His Martial Men with fierce Harangues he fir'd And his own Ardor in their Souls inspir'd This done to give new Terror to his Foes The Heads of Nisus and his Friend he shows Rais'd high on pointed Spears A ghastly Sight Loud peals of Shouts ensue and barbarous Delight Mean time the Trojans run where Danger calls They line their Trenches and they man their Walls In Front extended to the left they stood Safe was the right surrounded by the Flood But casting from their Tow'rs a frightful view They saw the Faces which too well they knew Tho' then disguis'd in Death and smear'd all o're With Filth obscene and dropping putrid Gore Soon hasty Fame thro' the sad City bears The mournful Message to the Mother's Ears An icy Cold benums her Limbs She shakes Her Cheeks the Blood her Hand the Web forsakes She runs the Rampires round amidst the War Nor fears the flying Darts She rends her Hair And fills with loud Laments the liquid Air. Thus then my lov'd Euryalus appears Thus looks the Prop of my declining Years Was 't on this Face my famish'd Eyes I fed Ah how unlike the living is the dead And cou'dst thou leave me cruel thus alone Not one kind Kiss from a departing Son No Look no last adieu before he went In an ill-boding Hour to Slaughter sent Cold on the Ground and pressing foreign Clay To Latian Dogs and Fowls he lies a Prey Nor was I near to close his dying Eyes To wash his Wounds to weep his Obsequies To call about his Corps his crying Friends Or spread the Mantle made for other ends On his dear Body which I wove with Care Nor did my daily Pains or nightly labour spare Where shall I find his Corps what Earth sustains His Trunk dismember'd and his cold Remains For this alas I left my needful Ease Expos'd my Life to Winds and winter Seas If any pity touch Rutulian Hearts Here empty all your Quivers all your Darts Or if they fail thou Jove conclude my Woe And send me Thunder-struck to Shades below Her Shrieks and Clamours pierce the Trojans Ears Unman their Courage and augment their Fears Nor young Ascanius cou'd the sight sustain Nor old Ilioneus his Tears restrain But Actor and Idoeus jointly sent To bear the madding Mother to her Tent. And now the Trumpets terribly from far With rattling Clangor rouze the sleepy War The Souldiers Shouts succeed the Brazen Sounds And Heav'n from Pole to Pole the Noise rebounds The Volscians bear their Shields upon their Head And rushing forward from a moving Shed These fill the Ditch those pull the Bulwarks down Some raise the Ladders others scale the Town But where void Spaces on the Walls appear Or thin Defence they pour their Forces there With Poles and missive Weapons from afar The Trojans keep aloof the rising War Taught by their ten Years Siege