Cassias use But rest secure a fraudless life in peace Variously rich in their large Farmes at ease Tempe's coole shades dark Caves and purling streams Lowings of Cattell under trees soft dreams Nor lack they woods and dens where wilde beasts haunt Youth in toyle patient and inur'd to want Their Gods and parents sacred Justice tooke Through those her last steps when she Earth forsook Let the sweet Muses most of me approve VVhose Priest I am struck with almighty Love They shall to me Heavens starrie tracts make known And strange Eclipses of the Sun and Moon Thence Earthquakes are why the swolne Ocean beats Over his banks and then again retreats Why Winter Suns hast so to touch the maine And what delayes the tardie night restraine But if these gifts of Nature I not finde And a cold blood beleaguereth my minde Then I 'le delight in vales nere pleasant floods And unrenown'd haunt rivers hils and woods Thy banks sweet Sperchius and Taygeta where The Grecian virgins stately feasts prepare How shall I be to Haemus vale convaid And crown my temples with a mighty shade Happie is he that hidden causes knowes And bold all shapes of danger dares oppose Trampling beneath his feet the cruell Fates Whom Death nor swallowing Acheron amates And he is blest who knowes our Countrey Gods Pan old Sylvanus and the Nymphs aboads He fears not Scepters nor aspiring States Nor treacherous brethren stirring up debates Nor Dacians Covenant at Isters streams Nor Romes affaires and nigh destroyed Realms Or poor men pities or the rich envies What nourishment the bounteous field supplies What trees allow he takes nor ever saw Mad Parliaments Acts of Commons nor sword-Law Some vex the Sea and some to war resorts Attend on Kings and waite in Princes Courts This would his Countrey and his God betray To drink in Jems and on proud scarlet lye This hides his wealth and broods on hidden gold This loves to plead and that to be extold Through all the seats of Commons and the sires To bathe in 's brothers blood this man desires Some banish'd must their native seats exchange And Countries under other Climates range The Husbandman turns up his fruitfull plaines Whence he his children and poore house sustains His heards and labouring steers no rest is found Either his trees with blushing fruit abound His folds with Lambs or else his stacks with corne Or plenty loads his field or cracks his barne In winter he Sycanian Olives mils And the fat swine with mast and akorns fils All sorts of fruit in plentious Autumne falls And milder vines grow ripe on sunnie walls Whil'st 'bout his neck his prettie Children cling His chaste house modest home his heifers bring Extended teats in meads his fat Kids rest And with their horns in wanton sport contest He keeps the festive dayes on grass layd down And friends about the fire the Goblets crown Bacchus implor'd then for his Hinds sticks fast A prize at which they nimble Javelins cast Stripping their hardned limbs for rustick strife Of old this was the ancient Sabins life Rhemus and Romulus and Tuscans fierce And Rome great mistresse of the Universe Who seven proud hils then did with wals surround Before Dictaean Jupiter was crown'd Or Sounding Trumpers heard or any made Ring on hard anviles the imposed blade But we have past now through a spacious plaine And now 's high time our smoking steeds t'unrein THE THIRD BOOK OF Virgil's GEORGICKS THE ARGUMENT How to choose Cattell and best wayes to breed To traine a Horse for labour war or speed The power of Love whose fire consumes the Males Makes Buls to fight and Mares court Westerne gales Of Sheep and Goats of milk what profit's made Of haire and wool which drive a mighty trade Of Dogs for hunting or a watchfull Guard Serpents and Flies from Beasts must be debar'd With what diseases Cattell are annoyd How rots and murrains have whole Realms destroyd GReat Pales and th' Amphrisian Swain renown'd Lycaean streams and woods I 'le now resound All things that took up idle mindes are shewn For who hath not cruell Eurystheus known And bloody altars fierce Busiris reard Or not of Hylas or of Delos heard Of swift Hypodame and Pelops fam'd For 's ivorie shoulders who proud horses tam'd To raise my self a way must now be found That through all Nations I may be renown'd First to my Countrey if I live I will Conveigh the Muses from th' Aeonian hill And Idumean palmes to Mantua bear Then in green fields a Marble temple rear Where â—â—e great Mincius slowlie winding glides And borders with a tender reed his sides Amidst the fane shall Caesars statue be Who shall in purple me triumphing see Driving a hundred Chariots to the floods Leaving Alpheus and Molorchian woods All Greece shall strive with whirlbats and the race And offering Olive leaves my browes shall grace How it delights to see the solemn traine March to the Temples and the bullocks slaine Or as the sceane with fronts rever'st shall shift And painted Brittans purple hangings lift There I 'le in gold and ivorie draw th' alarmes Of India and conquering Caesars armes And huge Nile swelling both with waves and war On brazen beams I 'le navall trophies rear Next conquer'd Asia and Niphates show And Parthians flying bold to use their bow In Parian Marble and respiring brass Shall stand the statues of the Dardan race And all their titles who from high Jove came Old Tros and Phoebus who did Ilium frame Let cursed Envie at the Furies shake And tremble at the dreadfull Stygian Lake And at Ixions twisted Serpents grone His racking wheel and never resting stone Meane while let us seek Groves where Sylvane Gods Their dwellings have and search untracted woods Your hard commands Maecenas to persue Our muse no lofty flight takes wanting you Ah quickly come nor make delay at all For now Cytheron with loud voyce doth call Horse-taming Epire and Tagetian hounds And woods the clamor echoing resounds Next I shall Caesars mighty wars proclaim And through as many years extend his fame As hath been since bright Phoebus did adorne The world with light till thou great Prince wert borne Who ere Olympick games admiring steeds Or for the Plow his sturdie bullocks breeds To choose well bodied femals must have care Of the best shape the sowr-look'd heifers are Her head great thick her neck and to her thigh Down from her chin her dewlaps dangling lie Longsided all parts large whom great feet bears And under crooked horns her brisly ears Those best I like whom spots of white adorne Or shun the yoake oft butting with the horne The whole Cow faire and visag'd like the male Sweeping the ground with her long bushie taile The fourth year past Lucina they implore And after ten tast joyes of love no more Their strength to plow or procreate then failes Whil'st wanton youth thy herds boast free thy males Thy flocks whil'st they are young to Venus bring That
came where a cool shade The spreading tops of the tall Beeches made And there in these unpolish'd lines alone In vain to Woods and Mountains makes his moan Cruel Alexis doth my Verse disdain And without pity me with scorn hath slain The cattel now in cooling shades abide And speckled Lizarrds in the bushes hide And Thestylis for Reapers tir'd with heat With strong herbs Betony doth and Garlick beat Whilst I am seeking where thou maist be found Amongst the shrubs the Grashoppers resound Were it not better that I should have born Proud Amaryllis wrath and haughty scorn Were it not better for Menalcas smart Though he is brown and thou so beauteous art Sweet youth in beauty not such trust repose White Blossoms fall when Blackberries are chose Scorn'd me Alexis not desires to know How rich in flocks and how my pailes oreflow My thousand lambs Sicilian mountains haunt Summer nor Winter milke I do not want Lung those notes which once Amphyon did Calling his Herds to Aracynthus meade Nor am I so deform'd late I beheld My self in the calme sea with winds unswel'd And wert thou Judg I should not Daphnis fear If any shadow true resemblance bear O that with me thou in these homely parts And humble cotes wouldst stay and shoot swift Hearts There with a green wand drive the flocks of Goats Then in the grove wee 'l imitate Pans notes Pan taught us joyn first many quills with wax Pan minds our sheep and masters of the flocks Nor shalt thou ere repent this Pipe to use For which Amyntas nothing would refuse Composed with seven differing reeds I have A Pipe which once to me Dametas gave And dying said this thee now second knows At which Amyntas fond his envie shews Besides two Kâ—ds I have I lately found As they were straying in a dangerous ground Their skins with white already dapled be Two Yews they suck these I preserve for thee Which Thestylis would fain have got and shall Since you our presents not regard at all Sweet youth draw near for thee whole baskets full The beauteous Nymphs of unstain'd Lillyes cull For thee fair Nais gathers Violets Tulips Narcissus and sweet Poppy gets Blossoms of Annis joyns hath intermix'd Cassia with other pleasant flowers betwixt Soft Cowslips with bright Marigolds are deck't I shall the tender wooll-skin'd Peach select And Chesnuts which my Amaryllis lov'd Damsons I le add this fruit shall be approv'd And you O Laurels cull thou Myrtle next Because so plac'd your smell is best commix'd Coridon's rude nor doth Alexis grace His gifts nor to thee gives Iolas place What wouldst thou wretch I have let tempests spoyl My flowrs and boars my crystall fountains soil Whom fly'st thou fond the Gods have dwelt in bowers So Paris liv'd let Pallas keep her towres But let cool Groves 'bove all things please us best Stern Lyons Wolves Wolves have the Goate in quest The wanton Goate fresh Cythisus invites Thou me each one persues his own delights Behold they now unyoak the wearie Steer And the Sun setting larger shades appear Still love burns me there is no mean in love Ah Corydon what madness doth thee move On the green Elm hangs my half-pruned Vine But rather now some needful task design Prepare soft twigs the limber Bullrush winde And if Alexis scorn some other finde The third Eclog. Palaemon THE ARGUMENT These Swains present how vertue and the arts Still emulation breed in men of parts But grave Palaemon doth their passions calme Both praising yet to neither gives the Palme Menalcas Dametas Palaemon Menalcas ARe these Dametas Melibaeus sheep Dametas No Damon's for he gave them me to keep Menalcas Still hapless flocks whilst that Neaera he Courts fondly jealous better she loves me For twice this stranger hourely drains the Dams Robbing the Ewes of strength of milk the Lambs Dametas Henceforth such crimes more sparingly object We know what you did if we would detect And how the He-Goats vext lookd on the while And in what place but th' easie Nymphs did smile Menalcas Sure 't was when I in Mycon's ground was took Pruning his Vines with an unwelcome hook Dametas Or when you Daphnis Bow and arrowes brake At the old Beech which thou so ill didst take To see bestowd upon the boy from thee For couldst thou not do mischief thou wouldst die Menalcas What will not Masters when the servants dare So bold attempts as these when thou didst snare Poore Damons Goat vilde Swaine did I not marke Though all the while at thee his Dog did bark And when I cride Hold thief where doth he rush Swaine count thy Goats thou skulk'st behinde a bush Dametas Vanquish'd in singing why should he refuse To pay the Goat won by my Pipe and Muse That Goat if you must know was mine no less Damon who could not pay it did confess Menaclas Thou him in singing hadst thou ever yet A Pipe with wax conjoyn'd didst thou not sit In high wayes thou lewd Piper and there use On hissing quils to spoyl a wretched Muse Dametas The skill that either hath let us now trie I 'le lay this Heifer lest thou should'st denie Twice she to milking comes and at her teats Two Calves she feeds then say what are thy beats Menalcas I dare not from my flock a wager lay I have a sire and step-dame twice a day Both tell the sheep the Goats another counts What you shall grant thy Heifer far surmounts Since thou art pleas'd to rant beech Cups I will Stake down carv'd by divine Alcymidons skill On which with a smooth turn soft Vines he shapes And with pale Ivie cloaths the spreading Grapes Amidst two signes Conon-who's th' other then He with his Art describes Earth's Globe to men What time the Plow-men and the Reapers have Which yet my lips ne'r touch'd but clean I save Dametas Also for us two Cups Alcymidon made The handles round with bright Acanthus laid Orpheus amid'st and following woods they have Which yet my lips ne'r touch'd but clean I save But if that well my Heifer thou dost weigh In thy Cups praise so much thou wouldst not say Menalcas Thou shalt not scape I 'le meet where thou dar'st please Call when you will let him be Judge of these That next we meet Palaemon see before I 'le make thee that thou ne're shalt challenge more Dametas Say what thou hast in me is no delay Nor shun I any friend Palaemon stay No trifle's layd thy best attention fit Palaemon Begin since now on the soft grass we sit Now every field all trees now fruitfull are Now flourish Groves the season is most faire Dametas first Menalcas next rehearse For still the Muses love alternate verse Dametas With Jove begin all things are full of Jove He Swaines regards and doth my Verses love Menalcas And Phoebus me and I have for him still His own fresh bay and blushing daffadill Dametas Me Galatea would with Apples win Then flies to shades but strives first
feet the hard ground often beats His ears now hang and faint with troubled sweats Which neere their death growes cold their skins are drie And to be handled roughly do comply To burning eyes short breathings grant no rest Sometimes they grone and deeply from their brest Fetch a sad sigh blood from their nostrils flowes And in lank jawes their tongue now rougher grows To drench them with a horne of wine be sure For to them dying this the only cure Sometimes it kils for thus refresh'd they burn God bless good men on bad this errour turn With greater rage and as cold death draws neer With cruell teeth they their own members tear The smoking Oxe is taken at the Plow And from his mouth blood mix't with fome doth flow Groning his last whil'st the sad Plowman here Unyoaks mourning his brothers death The steer And mid'st his work the Plow leaves in the field Nor shady groves nor soft meads pleasure yield Nor streams which through the vales from mountains glide And are more cleer then crystall purisi de His sides grown lank darknes his eyes o're spread And to the ground falls on his drooping head What availes toyle or profit what to turne Th' unwilling gleab These not with rich wine burn Nor surfets at high banquets taint their blood But leaves and simple herbage are their food They drink pure fountains and the running streams Nor vexing care disturbs their healthy dreams Then only in those Realms as fame hath taught The Cattell were for Juno's offering sought And unmatch'd steers her Chariot did convey To the high places where they honors pay The Earth they dig themselves and set the corne Nor from the mountains with their own neck scorn To draw the groning Car. No woolf did plot By stratagem to take some wealthy coat Nor walks nocturnall rounds about the sheep A cruel sickness him at home did keep And now the nimble Buck and timerous Doe Amongst the Dogs about the houses goe And then the Oceans numerous race and all Those kinds that boast from thence originall Wash'd with the floods as shipwrack'd bodies come To shore and Sea-calves up fresh rivers swoom No lurking hole the viper now availes Nor dreadfull Serpents with erected scales Nor safety from sweet air could birds receive But falling in the Clouds their spirits leave All Arts now harme the wise Physitions faile Chyron Melampus know not what they aile Pale Tisiphon rages sent from Stygian shades In open light and fear and sickness leads Her greedie jawes by day rais'd high from ground The Rivers hils and sandie banks resound With bleating flocks and loud complaining steers And carcasses in mighty heaps she rears Whole flocks she kills with gore the stalls are drown'd Till they had learn't to lay them in the ground Their skins unusefull water could not rense Their bowels nor the fire their entrails cleanse Nor shear for the disease their fleeces full Of filthiness Nor touch the tainted wooll And those durst wear the loathsome garments get Inflamed Carbuncles a clamie sweat Seiseth their noysome limbs and in few hours Th' infected bodies sacred fire devours THE FOVRTH BOOK OF Virgil's GEORGICKS THE ARGUMENT How for the Bees fit stations to contrive Of what and how to build the stately hive In setling Realms they oft divided are And for their Kings contend in mighty war Their Diet Customs Laws and Chastity Their toyle and rest they winds and rain foresee Their stocks their age and Loyalty to Kings What their invention to perfection brings What cures against Diseases to afford And how th' whole Nation lost may be restor'd I 'Le to Aetheriall honey next proceed Heavens choicest gift this too Maecenas reade Wonders admir'd to thee of lowly things In order their whole stocks magnanimous Kings Wars labours manners Nations I 'le recite Slight is the theame but not the glory slight If pleas'd powers grant and cal'd Apollo heare First for thy bees seek a fit station where No winds approach for them each gale forbids To bring home food Nor sheep and wanton Kids Tread down the grasse or heifers shake the dewes VVandring the plaines and tender herbage bruise Thence speckled Lizards with pide shoulders drive Woodpecks and other birds from the rich hive And Progne who a bloodie hand did smeare For all things these devast in their mouthes bear The winged Bee sweet food to cruell nests Let Springs be neer and Lakes green mosse invests And a pure river gliding through the mead Where Palme their gates and branching Olive shade That when new Kings shall forth their Colonies bring And youth drawn out sport in the wanton spring The neighbouring banks may them from heat invite And willing trees with courteous boughes delight Amidst whether the water stand or runs Lay twigs a crosse and cast in mighty stones That they on many bridges safe may stand And to the warming sun their wings expand VVhen stormy Eurus hath them tardy found And scatter'd or indanger'd to have drown'd Let verdant Cassia round about them dwell And Betonie which gives so large a smell And of sweet-breathing Succorie store be set And let them drink the dewes of Violet VVhether of hollow bark thou dost contrive Or else with limber twigs compose the hive Make straight the gate for cold congeales the wax And heat by melting doth again relax Both which extreams the Bees alike do fear Nor they in vain those breathing cranies smear Of their low roofs with wax indevouring still Th' edges with balme and pleasant flowrs to fill And for this use a glue they gather which Excels all bird-lime and Idaean pitch Oft in deep Caves if fame a truth report Low underneath they vault their waxen Court And oft discover'd in a hollow Rock Or in the bellie of an aged Oke But thou their roomes with clay well-temper'd seel And with leaves cover that no cold they feel About their Court let no Yewes grow nor bake The fiery crab nor trust too deep a Lake Or where bad smels or hollow Rocks resound And angrie echoes of the voyce rebound Next when bright Sol makes winter to retreat Behinde the Earth and opens Heaven with heat Straight they draw out and wander Groves and woods Reap purple flowres and taste the crystall floods By what instinct I know not then they flie To their own Courts and their dear progenie Next with great Art their waxen Cels contrive And the elaborated honey stive But when thou seest a troup aspiring flie Drawn from their winter quarters through the skie And curious hast with admiration spide A sable Cloud through crystall Sphears to glide Then to sweet springs and pleasant shades they goe Here oderous flowres and beaten Milfoyle strow With honey Suckles make a brazen sound And beat the Cymbals of the Goddess round They on charm'd boughs will stay or else retreat As is the custome to their parents seat But if they draw to battell oft between Two Kings great discord and sad wars have been
course my goddesse mother did ordaine And fates I have observ'd scarce seven remaine By waves and tempests craz'd unknown and poore Driven from Europe and the Asian shore I wander Lybick wilds Here Venus brake Off his sad tale and interrupting spake Who ere thou art I judge that thou surviv'st Deare to the Gods at Carthage who ariv'st Therefore goe on to the Queens Court repaire For I thy friends and fleet return'd declare And with chang'd Northerne winds to safety brought Else me in vaine fond Parents augurie taught Lo twice six Swans in a glad company Ioves bird pursued through the Aetherial sky In Heavens broad tracks now earth in a long traine They seeme to take or taken to disdaine As they returne with sounding wings they sport And Heaven surrounding in a song consort Just so I say thy friends and fleet have gain'd The Port or with full sayls the Bay obtain'd Therefore goe on she said as leads the way And turning did her rosie neck display When her Ambrosian haire a heavenly sweet Breaths from her head robes flow beneath her feet Her Gate a Godesse shewes He when he knew His Mother thus her flying did pursue Why cruell too dost thou so oft deceive Thy sonne with feigned shapes may we not give Right hands heare reall stories and reply Thus blaming her he to the wals drew nigh But Venus them in obscure ayre did shrowd The Goddesse vaild them in a mighty cloud Lest any touch â—est any them discerne Or move delay or cause of coming learne She flies to Paphos visits her own seat Where in her fane a hundred altars sweat With Easterne Gums and with fresh Garlands smoake Then they the path which most invited took Now they ascend a hill which much the town Ore tops and looks on adverse Bulwarks down The Prince admires the Pile once cotages Admires the Port the paved streets and noyse The Trojans worke some lay foundations For wals and towers others rowle mighty stones These draw out grounds and with a trench inclose Lawes Magistrates a holy Senate chose Some make a Port and these a great worke drew For Theaters from rocks vast Pillars hew High ornaments the future Sceans t' adorne As Bees through flowrie meads i'th'sunny morn Worke in the spring when hopefull youth they traine Or when they stive their sweet and liquid gaine And with the purest Nectar stretch the Hive Or ease the laden or imbatteld drive The Drones a sloathfull cattell from the Cels. Worke heats of thyme the fragrant honey smels Blest men whose wals now rise Aeneas said And their high towers admiring then survaid Wrapt in a cloud most wondrous he walks in With people mix'd and was of no man seene Amidst the towne was a sweet shadie Grove Where first with winds and waves the Paente drove An omen dig'd which royall Iuno sent A horse his head which shew'd they eminent Should be in war and still in wealth abound Here Iuno's Fane did Tyrian Dido found Wealthy with presents and the Goddesse grace Brasse Portals mount with steps and beams of brasse And the joyn'd hinges rung vvith brazen Gates First in this grove nevv objects mitigates His feare here safety first Aeneas dares To hope and better trust to sad affairs Waighting the Queen whilst there he all did see Whilst he admires vvhat the tovvns chance might be The artists emulous hand and works so rare He savv in order all the Trojan War War famous novv through the vvhole Vniverse Atrides Priam and Achilles fierce To both he vveeping then Achates said What Realmes hath not our vvoe replenished Lo Priam here revvard here vertue finds Troy teares and humane sufferings pittying minds Feare not he said this same may helpe our need Then did his fancie on vaine Pictures feed Much griev'd his face vvith a large streame he drovvn'd When he beheld hovv Trey beleaguerd round Here Grecians fly and Hector presses on Achilles charges there and Trojans run Neer this he Rhesus snowie tents survaid Weeping his men in their first sleepe betraid Bloody Tydides with great slaughter wasts And to his campe the fiery horses hasts Ere they dranke Xanthus on Troys Pastures graz'd Poore Troilus disarm'd here flyes amaz'd Too weake for thee Achilles back-wards flung Drag'd with his horse by the empty Chariot hung Holding the reines earth soyles his neck and haire Scribling the dust with his inverted speare When the Ilian dames with flowing tresses went To unpleas'd Pallas fane and robes present Beating their breasts sad in the humblest guise But the angry Goddesse fix'd on earth her eyes Achilles round Troys walls drag'd Hector thrice And gold for his pale corps he made the price Then a deep sigh he from his breast did send When he the corps spoyles chariot of his friend And Priam saw vvhen unarm'd hands he rears He knowes himselfe mix'd vvith the Grecian Peers Knew Easterne squadrons and black Memnons arms Penthiselea raging midst alarms Her crescent sheelded Amasons brought on Her naked breast guirt with a golden zone Amidst the thickest bands she chargeth then And the bould virgin dares encounter men Whilst on these things the Dardan Prince did looke And much admiring with the object tooke Then with a guard Queen Dido the most faire To she high Temple did in state repaire Such on Eurotas banks or Cynthus meades Shewes bright Diana when she dances leads A thousand mountaine Nymphs on every side Her golden quiver at her shoulders tide Walking she all the Goddesses excels Whilst joy Latonas silent besome svvels Such Dido was so cheerfully she went Hastning the works and future government In Juno's porch the temples mid-arch round Guarded with arms on high she sate inthron'd A woman gave men Lawes and tasks assignes In equall portion or by lot injoynes When streight Aeneas did with throngs behold Anteus Sergestus and Cloanthus bold And other Trojans which the black storm bore And waves dispers'd unto a distant shore Both were amaz'd and both at once admire 'Twixt joy and feare to joyne right hands desire But troubled with the unknown chance they shrowd Listning Spectators in a hollow clowd What fortune happen'd to his friends and where They lest their Fleet what chance had brought them there For to beg quarter from each ship were sent Choice men who clamouring to the Temple went After admission and free audience had Undiscompos'd bold Ileonus said Great Queen whom Jove did grant new seats to build Pleas'd that proud Nations to thy sway should yeeld We tempest-beaten Trojans thee desire To save our Navie from consuming fire And neerer view our cause the pious spare Nor brought we to the Libick confines war Nor come to drive rich preys vanquish'd long since We lost such courage and such insolence There is a place the Greeks Hesperia stilc An antient warlike Land a fertile soyle B' Aenotrians tild ' Posteritie they fame Since call'd it Italie for their Princes name Hither we steer'd When straight Oryon with a storme did rise And
and all crimes that are Pluto himself doth this foule Monster hate And her owne sisters doe abhominate So oft she 's chang'd and forms so dreadfull takes And foule still pregnant with so many Snakes Whom Juno with such words exciting said Virgin nights daughter help and now give aide Lest our unquestion'd name and honour fall Lest by these marriages the Trojans shall Latium enjoy and great Ausonia share Thou loving brothers canst provoke to War Houses destroy with hate both sword and flames Bring to their roofes thou hast a thousand names As many nocent arts then quickly shake Thy pregnant breasts and peace confirmed break Lay grounds for cruel war make with thy charms Their wilde youth rage require and take up arms Big with foul poyson thence the hag resorts To Latium and Latinus lofty courts And silent to Amatus chamber went Who boyl'd with female care and discontent 'Bout Turnus match and Trojans comming there At her Alecto from her snaky haire A serpent cast and fix'd it in her side By which inrag'd she might th' whole house divide It ' mongst her weeds did on her bosome roull And her then raging with a viperous soul Unfelt inspir'd The snake's a chain of gold A fillet now her tresses to infold And each were glides When first this pestilence Had with a strong infection seiz'd each sense And fill'd her blood with fire not yet the flame Her soft mind catch'd nor through her bosome came But as kind mothers use to speak she sayes Mourning her child and Phrygian mariages Sir will you give Lavinia to th' exild Trojan thy self not pittying nor thy child Nor me whom the false pyrate will forsake And next fair wind to sea the virgin take The Phrygian Swain so enter'd Greece and bore Laedean Helen to the Troian shore Where 's sacred faith and care thou hadst of thine The hand with Turnus thou so oft didst joyn If that a son must come from foraign lands Thou fix on that and this thy sire commands Sure I believe all countries foraign are Which we not rule and so the gods declare And if you Turnus linage view he springs From Inachus and Acrisius Grecian Kings When she had found perswasion was in vaine And saw him fix'd then wrought the viperous bane Shoots through het bowels spread through all her breast Then troups of fiends the haplesse queen possest And through the town distracted she did rove So flies a top with strokes resounding drove Which boyes in huge rings earnest at their sports Through winding entries and large vacant courts With scourges force amaz'd the childish troup And smooth-chin'd band admire the spinning top That lives with strokes so giddily she went Through the whole town and people discontent Then flies to th' woods like a wild Bacchanal And more inrag'd on greater plots doth fall For she in shady hills her daughter hid That so she might the Trojan banes forbid And Bacchus cryes The virgin's only thine Who bears for thee javelins adorn'd with vine For thee they dance and save their sacred haire Fame flies the matrons all distempered are Like rage moves all they leave their own to find New roofs their tresses flowing in the wind Others made heaven with hideous cries resound Girded with skins with viney javelins bound Bearing a flaming pine amidst the flings And Turnus and her daughters hymen sings Rowling her bloody eyes loud she exclaims With dreadful looks Ió you Latine dames If any love in your chast bosomes yet Remains for me the most unfortunate If any care of mothers power excites bound tresses loose with me act Bacchus rites Thus through vast woods and wildes Alecto brings Amata raging with infernal stings After she saw enough her fury burn'd Latinus counsel his whole house oreturn'd Straight the sad goddesse thence on black wings came Unto bold Turnus walls whose seat they fame Danae built with her Acrisian race Drove there by storms from birds of old the place Ardea stil'd Ardeas name now great It chanc'd then Turnus in his lofty seat Amidst the silent night soft quiet took Alecto leaves her shape and furies look And is transform'd to an old woman now Plowing deep furrowes in her wrinkled brow Binds her white hair then olive branches ties And she old Calybe Junos Vestal is And straight herself presenting thus began Tamely wilt thou Turnus such wrongs sustain Thy crown transferr'd to th' Dardan Colonie The King the match and dowre thou shouldst enjoy Denies and now a foraign heire hath chose Scorn'd go thy self t'ingratefull toyl expose Tyrrhens destroy yes and Latinus guard Great Juno bid this News should be declar'd To thee in silent night Arise with speed Arm the bold youth and through the gates proceed March where the Trojan captains in the sweet Tyber now ride and burn their painted fleet A god bids this and if the King withstands Thy marriages nor yields to thy demands Let him in arms then Turnus valour try Here the Prince smiling thus did make reply Not as thou thinkst the news hath scap'd my eare Of ships hath enter'd Tyber streams such feare Thou need'st not fain nor royal Juno will Unmindfull be of us But thee O mother fond age doting still Troubles in vain with care and terror brings Deluding with false fear of arms and Kings Take for the Temple and the Statues care Let men t' whom it belongs make peace and war At this Alecto rag'd but whilst he spoke A sodain trembling all his body shook His eyes grew stiffe such shapes she did unfold Hissing with snakes her flameing eyes she roll'd Repulsing him who lingering did prepare To speak two serpents darting from her hair Then lashing him from dire lips thus she storm'd Lo I whom doting age hath ill inform'd Of kings and arms deluding with false feare I from the furies seat am present here And in this hand bring war and death This said at him a blazing torch she cast And gloomy fire fix'd in his bosome fast Great fear doth vanquish sleep through all his limbs A salt sweat flows in brine his body swims Arm arm he cries for arms the bed room sought Love of steel rag'd and wars curst madnesse wrought Ire swels As when fir'd bavins are applide With mighty noise to a full cauldrons side Seas rage within the boyling liquor steams And fuming high bubbles with frothy streams Nor self-contain'd to heaven black vapours rose He to the King and the prime Nobles shewes Peace thus being broke that arms should be prepar'd To drive the foe from thence and Latium guard Trojans and Latines both he could invade Then cals the gods with vowes and prayers This said Rutilians strive each other to engage This taken with his noble personage His royal pedigree another charms Him youth inticeth and great deeds in arms Whilst Turnus his Rutilians did inflame The hag on Stygian wings ' mongst Trojans came Where fair Ascanius did with course and snares Persue wild beasts there she new art prepares Here
did advance But him it must not wound the spear past by And fix'd it self in great Achates thigh Here youthfull Lausus up a squadron brings And a rough javelin at bold Driophes flings Under his chin in 's throat fast stuck the lance Bereaving him of speech and life at once Down on his face he tumbles on the earth And a deep sea of purple vomits forth Three Thracians next of Boreas high descent And three of Ida's sons from Ismar sent By severall ways he slew Hales brings on Aruncian bands next charge great Neptune's son Well hors'd Messapus these get ground now they They fought in th'entrance of Ausonia At warring tempests meet in th'ample skies With equall strength and equall courages Nor winds nor clouds nor seas give place in doubt The battell stands resolv'd to fight it out So came the Trojans and the Latins on Set foot to foot and close up man to man But on the other side where streams had born Down rowling stones and shrubs from bancks had torn Pallas beheld th' Arcadian horse unskil'd To fight with foot to shrink and leave the field Whom disadvantage of the ground compels To quit their horse having no succour else In that extream these he intreats and prayes And now with sharp words did their courage raise Where do you flie by th' acts which you have done By great Evanders name and victories won And my adventures for my Countreys praise Trust not to flight but charge the enemies And where they thickest stand there venture through Your Prince your Countrey this requires of you No Gods oppose mortal ' gainst mortal stands You have more courage and as many hands Before the Oceans waves opposed be No land is left are you for Troy by sea This said he charg'd amongst the thickest foes Whom Lagus by sterne fates did first oppose Who whilst he lifts at him a mighty stone Was with his spear run through the shoulder bone Then back again he drew the fastned lance Whom Hisbon could not though he did advance Relieve for Pallas whilst he rush'd betwixt Him in his rage with the same javelin fix'd And gave him his companions cruell death For he his sword in 's swelling lungs did sheath Next Sthelenus and Anchemelus he kil'd Who boldly his step-mothers bed defil'd Then Thymber and Larides were orethrown In Rutile fields these twins so like that none Though well acquainted could a difference make Whose Parents oft rejoyc'd at the mistake But Pallas now a sad distinction made Lops Thymbers head off with th' Evandrian blade And thy right hand for thee Larides felt The half-dead fingers trembling sought the hilt Mov'd with this speech and valour of the man Vex'd and ashamde on the Arcadians ran And here the valiant Pallas Rhetus slew As in his chariot passing by he flew This only stay there was of Ilus chance For he at Ilus aim'd his mighty lance And Rhetus hits as cowardly he shuns Bold Teuthrus thee and from thy brother runs With his deaths wound he from his chariot reels And beats Rutilian Plains with dying heels As when a swaine in woods makes many fires When gales in spring blow fresh to his desires Straight the main bodie 's seiz'd all meet again And Vulcans bands triumphing spread the Plain Whilst victor he the conquering flames survaid So Pallas friends conjoyn'd to bring him aide But stout Halesus bends ' gainst all alarms And puts himself in posture with his arms Demodocus Ladon Pharetes did dispatch Lops Strymons hands which at his throat did catch Then with a stone o' th' head takes Thoas full And beats into his brains his battered scull Halesus was in woods by 's father hid Foreseeing fate but when the old man dy'd Him destiny with cruel hands did seise And by th' Evandrian sword did sacrifice Whom Pallas charg'd thus having made his prayer O father Tyber grant this brandish'd spear May through Halesus bosome make its way And to thy oke his arms and spoils I 'le pay The god inclin'd whilst he did Imaon save His open breast t' Arcadian lance he gave But Lausus powrfull in the war kept all His men undaunted at this Captains fall First Abas slew who first maintain'd the fight Th' Arcadians and Hetrurians put to flight And you O! Trojans scap'd the Grecian bands They charge with equal Chiefs and like commands Double their fronts so thick the iron grove They could not use their arms nor weapons move Here Pallas charges Lausus did ingage Another party there nor of their age Much difference was and both most gallant men But fortune had denide they should agen Their native country see for whom commands Olympus starry palaces withstands That they should meet in single fight oppose On them their fates attend by greater foes Mean while his sister Turnus did advise Lausus to help he through the battel flies On winged wheels and there where he espide His men ingag'd he spake Stand all aside And let me only now with Pallas joyn The honour of his death must needs be mine I would his father were spectator here This said the field at his command they cleer But Pallas when the Rutils had retir'd Then Turnus proud commands the youth admir'd And viewing his huge body was amaz'd Yet with a cruel eye upon him gaz'd And saying thus against the Tyrant came I shall obtain his spoils and mighty fame Or noble death each will my father please Then briefly said Forbear such threats as these And with the word drew to the open plains Cold fear th' Arcadians blood drives from their veins Turnus from 's chariot lights on foot to fight And as a Lyon comes who from a height Hath seen a Bull for battel to prepare So in his march the King himself did beare When Pallas saw he could him with his sance Reach as he pleas'd then first he did advance If fortune pleas'd would him though weaker aid Then thus to Hercules in high heaven he praid Oh by my fathers hospitable board Which thou a stranger honour'dst once afford Assistance now to this great enterprise Let Turnus me behold with dying eyes Breathing his last a Conquerour to seise His bloody arms This heard great Hercules And powring vain tears forth he gave a groan Then Jove with comfort thus bespake his son Each hath his fate Short and irreparable time Mans life enjoyes But by brave deeds to clime To honours height this they by valour gain How many sons of Gods at Troy were slain Sarpedon there my progenie did fall And Turnus fates for him already call And he to his appointed date must yield This said his eye turns from th' Ausonian field But Pallas with huge strength his javelin threw And 's glittering sword straight from his scabberd drew It through aethereal orbs resounding flies Where the high coverings of his shoulder lies Then through the skirts of 's shield a passage found And gave to mighty Turnus a small wound Here Turnus having pois'd a spear of
Ausonian lands Nor can the Trojans blood-lesse victory boast They have their funerals and as many lost Why then at first so poorly lose we ground And tremble ere we hear the trumpet sound The various work of time and many days Often affairs from worse to better raise Fortune reviewing those she hath cast down Sporting restores again unto their crown Will not Aetolians give their aid to us Messapus will and rich Tolumnius And prime Commanders many more will send Nor small fame on Laurentian Lords attend Camilla of the noble Volscean line Leads troops of horse who all in armour shine If me to fight the Trojan doth command And I alone the common good withstand So far from me victory not took her flight I should refuse for such a prize to fight I 'le meet him had he great Achilles charms And let him have like him Vulcanian arms To you great King this life I Turnus now Second to none of my great fathers vow Aeneas cals me forth that he may call Is my desire nor Drances rather shall Whether it be the wrath of deities Appease by death or glory win the prize Whilst these hard questions thus debared were With differing votes the Trojan Prince drew near Which to the Court a speedy messenger brought And with strange terror the whole city fraught All are distracted but the vulgar rage Whom no small Provocations did ingage Arme arme they cry the youth are mad for Arms The old men silent mourn here there alarms With factious tumults mix'd ascend the sky As when by chance a flock of sea-fowl flie To lofty groves or when loud swans do go Sounding through murmuring lakes to pleasant Poe. On this occasion Sirs then Turnus sayes Call counsels yes and Peace thus sitting praise Whilst they the town invade Nor more he spoke But streight the hall and lofty Courts forsook Volusus draw forth now thy Voscean force And dear Messapus let thy Rutile horse Joyn'd with thy brothers march to th' open plain Let some make good the gates and towrs maintain Those in my conduct forth with me shall go Straight to the wals the towns whole forces flow The king his councell and designe forsook And vex't with stirs for better times did look Blaming himself that he did not declare The Trojan Prince his son and make his heir Some trench the gates these Pallisado round For war loud trumpets bloody signals sound Women and children to the wals are sent All must assist in this great exigent When bearing gifts the sad Queen with a train Of matrons went to Pallas lofty fane Next her the virgin fair Lavinia goes Those eyes dejected had procur'd such woes The matrons enter and the quire perfume And with sad voices from high portals come Pallas arm'd virgin Patronesse of war O break thy self the Phrygian Pirats spear Most warlike maid tumble him to the ground And near our gates give him his deadly wound Whilst Turnus for the battel arms in haste And rough with brazen scales straight on he brac'd Rut ilian arms and golden cuishes tide His head unarm'd a sword girds to his side Shining in gold then quits the lofty towres And in his hope the enemy devoures So when a horse flies out in broken reins And stables left enjoyes the open plains Either through meads he seeks a stud of mares Or to accustom'd watering repairs Wanton his head erected loud he neighs His mane upon his neck and shoulder plays Camilla meets him with her Volscean force And bravely in the gates leaps from her horse Then all the squadrons imitate the maid And quit their steeds Bold Turnus then she said If any confidence of the valiant be To charge the foe I dare and promise thee Alone the Tyrrhen horsmen to defie Grant that I first may charge the enemy Let your force guard the walls Then Turnus said Fixing his eye upon the valiant maid Bold Virgin glory of Ausonia These great obligements how shall I repay But now since all the danger of the war Thy soul contemns with me the honour share Aenaeas as fame tels and scouts inform Through th'plains light-horse hath sent to give th' alarm Whilst from the rocks and mountains he comes down With the main body to assault the town An ambush in the woods I have design'd And in the passe the hedges strongly lin'd Messapus shall and Tyburt march with thee And to thy care shall the whole conduct be Messapus and the other Leaders so Encouraged they march against the so There is a winding vale for feats of war And ambush fit the dark sides sheltred are With a thick wood where leads a narrow path Through a strait passe and dangerous entrance hath Above the valley in the mountains heights Lay unfrequented plains and safe retreats If on the right or left thou wouldst come on Or guard the top and huge stones tumble down Mean while Diana from superior seats Swift Opis cals one of her virgin mates And sacred train and thus her grief declares The maid Camilla goes to cruel wars And with our arms she girds her self in vain More dear to us then any of our train Nor new acquaintance takes me with her love Which doth the mind with sudden sweetnesse move Metabus drove from 's realm by force and hate When he Privernus left his antient seat Scaping through fierce alarms of cruel war With him the infant did companion bear And from her mothers name the change but small Casmilla did the child Camilla call Her in his lap he seeks the highest parts Of desert woods opprest with cruel darts Which from each side came from the Volscean ranks When Amasenus had oreflown his banks And with a huge showre swelling hindred him He careful of his charge prepar'd to swim Delaid with her dear love all means revolves And suddenly at last on this resolves The warriour then in his strong hand did beare Of solid oke a huge and knotty speare His daughter swadling up in cork-tree rinds Fast to the middle of his lance he binds Then poising it in 's large hand thus he praid Great Queen of forrests blest Latonian maid To thee the father doth this handmaid vow Bearing thy arms through skies a suppliant now To scape the foe Goddesse receive thy own Which to th' inconstant winds is left alone Thus having said with mighty strength he flung The sounding spear the swelling billows rung And poor Camilla the wing'd javelin bore Ore the swift stream safe to the other shore But Metabus as th' enemy drew neer Swam ore the river pulling with the spear The maid ' Diana's Votresse from the shore Nor dwelt he in wall'd towns or cities more Displeas'd with vulgar rage and popular strife But in high mountains led a shepherds life Where in dark caves and groves the child he fed And with the milk of wild mares fostered Draining betwixt her prety lips the teat When she her tender feet to ground could set He loads her hand with a sharp