Translated from the 5th and 9th Books of Virgil's Aeneids by Mr. Dryden Pag. 1 The entire Episode of Mezentius and Lausus Translated out of the 10th Book of Virgils Aeneids by Mr. Dryden P. 32 The Speech of Venus to Vulcan Translated out of the 8th Book of Virgils Aeneids by Mr. Dryden 48 The beginning of the First Book of Lucretius Translated by Mr. Dryden 52 The beginning of the Second Book of Lucretius Translated by Mr. Dryden 56 The Translation of the latter part of the Third Book of Lucretius Against the Fear of Death by Mr. Dryden 60 Lucretius the Fourth Book concerning the Nature of Love beginning at this Line Sic igitur Veneris qui telis accipit ictum c. by Mr. Dryden 80 From Lucretius Book the Fifth Tum porro puer c. by Mr. Dryden P. 98 Theocrit Idyllium the 18th the Epithalamium of Helen and Menelaus by Mr. Dryden 100 Theocrit Idyllium the 23d the Despairing Lover by Mr. Dryden 107 Daphnis from Theocritus Idyll 27. by Mr. Dryden 134 The third Ode of the first Book of Horace Inscrib'd to the Earl of Roscomon on his intended Voyage to Ireland by Mr. Dryden 124 The 9th Ode of the first Book of Horace by an unknown hand 128 The 29th Ode of the 3d. Book of Horace Paraphras'd in Pindarick Verse and inscrib'd to the Right Honourable Lawrence Earl of Rochester by Mr. Dryden 131 From Horace Epode 2d by Mr. Dryden 135 Part of Virgils 4th Georgick Englished by an unknown Hand P. 145 The Sixth Elegy of the first Book of Tibullus 155 Ovids Dream 158 A Prologue intended for the Play of Duke and no Duke 162 The Fourth Ode of the Second Book of Horace 166 The First Idyllium of Theocritus Translated into English 353 The Reapers the 10th Idyllium of Theocritus Englished by William Bowles Fellow of Kings College in Cambridge 367 The 12th Idyllium of Theocritus 373 The 19th Idyllium of Thocritus 378 The Complaint of Ariadna out of Catullus by Mr. William Bowles P. 380 The 20th Idyllium of Theocritus by Mr. William Bowles 388 To Lesbia out of Catullus 392 To Lesbia 394 To Lesbia A Petition to be freed from Love 399 The 12th Elegy of the 2d Book of Ovid Englished 397 The 16th Elegy of the 2d Book of Ovid. 395 The 19th Elegy of the 3d. Book 432 Of Natures Changes from Lucretius Book the 5th by a Person of Quality 406 The 7th Ode of the 4th Book of Horace Englished by an unknown Hand 418 The 10th Ode of the 2d Book of Horace P. 420 The 18th Epistle of the first Book of Horace 423 The 2d Satyr of the first Book of Horace Englished by Mr. Stafford 436 The 4th Elegy of the 2d Book of Ovid. 44â— Elegy the 11th Lib. 5. De Trist. Ovid complains of his three years banishment 44â— An Ode Sung before the King on New-Years Day 449 Vpon the late Ingenious Translation of Pere Simonâ— Critical History by H. D. Esq 452 Horti Arlingtoniani ad Clarissimum Dominum Henricum Comitem Arlingtoniae c. by Mr Charles Dryden 457 A New Song 46â— A Song P. 467 On the Death of Mr. Oldham 468 On the Kings-House now Building at Winchester 475 The Episode of the Death of Camilla translated out of the Eleventh Book of Virgils Aeneids by Mr. Stafford 481 The entire Episode of Nisus and Euryalus translated from the 5 th and and 9 th Books of Virgils Aeneids Connection of the First Part of the Episode in the fifth Book with the rest of the foregoing Poem Aeneas having buried his Father Anchises in Sicily and setting sail from thence in search of Italy is driven by a Storm on the same Coasts from whence he departed After a years wandring he is hospipitably receiv'd by his friend Acestes King of that part of the Island who was born of Trojan Parentage He applies himself to celebrate the memory of his Father with divine honours and accordingly institutes Funeral Games and appoints Prizes for those who should conquer in them One of these Games was a Foot Race in which Nysus and Euryalus were engag'd amongst other Trojans and Sicilians FRom thence his way the Trojan Hero bent Into a grassy Plain with Mountains pent Whose Brows were shaded with surrounding wood Full in the midst of this fair Valley stood A native Theater which rising slow By just degrees o're look'd the ground below A numerous Train attend in solemn state High on the new rais'd Turfe their Leader sate Here those who in the rapid Race delight Desire of honour and the Prize invite The Trojans and Sicilians mingled stand With Nisus and Euryalus the formost of the Band. Euryalus with youth and beauty crown'd Nisus for friendship to the Boy renown'd Diores next of Priam's Regal Race Then Salius joyn'd with Patron took his place But from Epirus one deriv'd his birth The other ow'd it to Arcadian Earth Then two Sicilian Youths the name of this Was Helimus of that was Panopes Two jolly Huntsmen in the Forest bred And owning old Acestes for their Head With many others of obscurer name Whom Time has not deliver'd o're to Fame To these Aeneas in the midst arose And pleasingly did thus his mind expose Not one of you shall unrewarded go On each I will two Cretan Spears bestow Pointed with polish'd Steel a Battle-ax too With Silver studded these in common share The formost three shall Olive Garlands wear The Victor who shall first the Race obtain Shall for his Prize a well breath'd Courser gain Adorn'd with Trappings to the next in fame The Quiver of an Amazonian Dame With feather'd Thracian Arrows well supply'd Hung on a golden Belt and with a Jewel ty'd The third this Grecian Helmet must content He said to their appointed Base they went With beating hearts th' expected Sign receive And starting all at once the Station leave Spread out as on the Wing of Winds they flew And seiz'd the distant Goal with eager veiw Shot from the Crowd swift Nisus all o'r past Not stormes nor thunder equal half his haste The next but tho the next yet far disjoyn'd Came Salius then a distant space behind Euryalus the third Next Helymus whom young Diores ply'd Step after Step and almost side by side His shoulders pressing and in longer space Had won or left at least a doubtful Race Now spent the Goal they almost reach at last When eager Nisus hapless in his haste Slipt first and slipping fell upon the plain Moist with the bloud of Oxen lately slain The careless Victor had not mark'd his way But treading where the treacherous puddle lay His heels flew up and on the grassy floor He fell besmear'd with filth and holy gore Nor mindless then Euryalus of thee Nor of the sacred bonds of amity He strove th' immediate Rival to oppose And caught the foot of Salius as he rose So Salius lay extended on the Plain Euryalus springs out the prize to gain And cuts the Crowd applauding peals
at best If thou canst hold I bid for twins at least Thus did this happy Pair their love dispence With mutual joys and gratifi'd their sense The God of Love was there a bidden Guest And present at his own Mysterious Feast His azure Mantle underneath he spred And scatter'd Roses on the Nuptial Bed While folded in each others arms they lay He blew the flames and furnish'd out the play And from their Foreheads wip'd the balmy sweat away First rose the Maid and with a glowing Face Her down cast eyes beheld her print upon the grass Thence to her Herd she sped her self in haste The Bridgroom started from his Trance at last And pipeing homeward jocoundly he past Horat. Ode 3. Lib. 1. Inscrib'd to the Earl of Roscomon on his intended Voyage to IRELAND SO may th'auspitious Queen of Love And the twin Stars the Seed of Iove And he who rules the rageing wind To thee O sacred Ship be kind And gentle Breezes fill thy Sails Supplying soft Etesian Gales As thou to whom the Muse commends The best of Poets and of Friends Dost thy committed Pledge restore And land him safely on the shore And save the better part of me From perishing with him at Sea Sure he who first the passage try'd In harden'd Oak his heart did hide And ribs of Iron arm'd his side Or his at least in hollow wood Who tempted first the briny Floud Nor fear'd the winds contending roar Nor billows beating on the shore Nor Hyades portending Rain Nor all the Tyrants of the Main What form of death cou'd him affright Who unconcern'd with stedfast sight Cou'd veiw the Surges mounting steep And monsters rolling in the deep Cou'd thro' the ranks of ruin go With Storms above and Rocks below In vain did Natures wise command Divide the Waters from the Land If daring Ships and Men prophane Invade th' inviolable Main Th' eternal Fences over leap And pass at will the boundless deep No toyl no hardship can restrain Ambitious Man inur'd to pain The more confin'd the more he tries And at forbidden quarry flies Thus bold Prometheus did aspire And stole from heaven the seed of Fire A train of Ills a ghastly crew The Robbers blazing track persue Fierce Famine with her Meagre face And Feavours of the fiery Race In swarms th' offending Wretch surround All brooding on the blasted ground And limping Death lash'd on by Fate Comes up to shorten half our date This made not Dedalus beware With borrow'd wings to sail in Air To Hell Aloides forc'd his way â—lung'd thro' the Lake and snatch'd the Prey Nay scarce the Gods or heav'nly Climes Are safe from our audacious Crimes We reach at Iove's Imperial Crown And pull the unwilling thunder down Horace Lib. 1. Ode 9. I. BEhold you ' Mountains hoary height Made higher with new Mounts of Snow Again behold the Winters weight Oppress the lab'ring Woods below And streams with Icy letters bound Benum'd and crampt to solid ground II. With well heap'd Logs dissolve the cold And feed the genial heat with fires Produce the Wine that makes us bold And sprightly Wit and Love inspires For what hereafter shall betide God if 't is worth his care provide III. Let him alone with what he made To toss and turn the World below At his command the storms invade The winds by his Commission blow Till with a Nod he bids 'em cease And then the Calm returns and all is peace IV. To morrow and her works defie Lay hold upon the present hour And snatch the pleasures passing by To put them out of Fortunes pow'r Nor love nor love's delights disdain What e're thou get'st to day is gain V. Secure those golden early joyes That Youth unsowr'd with sorrow bears E're with'ring time the taste destroyes With sickness and unweildy years For active sports for pleasing rest This is the time to be possest The best is but in season best VI. The pointed hour of promis'd bliss The pleasing whisper in the dark The half unwilling willing kiss The laugh that guides thee to the mark When the kind Nymph wou'd coyness feign And hides but to be found again These these are joyes the Gods for Youth ordain Horat. Ode 29. Book 3. Paraphras'd in Pindarique Verse AND Inscrib'd to the Right Honourable Lawrence Earl of Rochester I. DEscended of an ancient Line That long the Tuscan Scepter sway'd Make haste to meet the generous wine Whose piercing is for thee delay'd The rosie wreath is ready made And artful hands prepare The fragrant Syrian Oyl that shall perfume thy hair II. When the Wine sparkles from a far And the well-natur'd Friend cries come away Make haste and leave thy business and thy care No mortal int'rest can be worth thy stay III. Leave for a while thy costly Country Seat And to be Great indeed forget The nauseous pleasures of the Great Make haste and come Come and forsake thy cloying store Thy Turret that surveys from high The smoke and wealth and noise of Rome And all the busie pageantry That wise men scorn and fools adore Come give thy Soul a loose and taste the pleasures of the poor IV. Sometimes 't is grateful to the Rich to try A short vicissitude and fit of Poverty A savoury Dish a homely Treat Where all is plain where all is neat Without the stately spacious Room The Persian Carpet or the Tyrian Loom Clear up the cloudy foreheads of the Great V. The Sun is in the Lion mounted high The Syrian Star Barks from a far And with his sultry breath infects the Sky The ground below is parch'd the heav'ns above us fry The Shepheard drives his fainting Flock Beneath the covert of a Rock And seeks refreshing Rivulets nigh The Sylvans to their shades retire Those very shades and streams new shades and streams require And want a cooling breeze of wind to fan the rageing fire IV. Thou what besits the new Lord May'r And what the City Faction dare And what the Gallique Arms will do And what the Quiver bearing Foe Art anxiously inquisitive to know But God has wisely hid from humane sight The dark decrees of future fate And sown their seeds in depth of night He laughs at all the giddy turns of State When Mortals search too soon and fear too late VII Enjoy the present smiling hour And put it out of Fortunes pow'r The tide of bus'ness like the running stream Is sometimes high and sometimes low A quiet ebb or a tempestuous flow And alwayes in extream Now with a noiseless gentle course It keeps within the middle Bed Anon it lifts aloft the head And bears down all before it with impetuous force And trunks of Trees come rowling down Sheep and their Folds together drown Both House and Homested into Seas are borne And Rocks are from their old foundations torn And woods made thin with winds their scatter'd honours mourn VIII Happy the Man and happy he alone He who can call to day his own He who secure within
the rest and sole in Triumph ride This to prevent the swift exhausting Wind And radiant Sun 'gainst liquid Force are joyn'd Thus equal in appearance long they mov'd Each others Strength in mighty Wars they prov'd At last the Fire 't is said did win the Field And Earth did once o'erwhelm'd with Waters yield Long since when Phaeton led by vain Desire To drive the Sun 's great Chariot did aspire 'T was then the World was hazarded by fire With head-strong force the winged Horses flew O'er Earth and Heav'n the burning Planet drew What then had been the fate of all things here If angry Iove the daring Charioteer Had not dismounted by swift Lightning's stroke And so at once the flaming Progress broke Thus Phaeton slain was falling to the ground And furious Horses dragg'd the Chariot round When great Apollo reassum'd the Chair Restor'd the Sun that rov'd throughout the Air With dext'rous force reclaim'd his raging Steeds And to this hour in annual course proceeds Greek Poets thus the Truth with Lyes confound To waking men like wandring dreams they sound But though to grace their Morals they romance True fires did then from East to West advance Such Magazines of Sulphur Earth contains That if some stronger Agent not restrains The fuel all inflam'd and raging high Will n'ere be quench'd till all in Ruines lye The Water too did as our Authors tell In Ages past to such proportion swell That spacious Empires wholly were destroy'd The Ocean then had Sov'raign right enjoy'd But that some greater Being soon arose From inf'nite Space t' o'ercome th' invading Foes Bright Heav'ns then triumph'd o'er the vanquish'd showrs And falling Floods proclaim'd prevailing Pow'rs HORACE ODE 7th BOOK 4th By an unknown HAND WInter's dissolv'd behold a Worlds new face How grass the ground how leaves their branches grace That Earth which wou'd not to the plough-share yeild Is softer now and easie to be till'd And frozen streams thaw'd by th' approaching Sun With whispring murmurs in their channels run The naked Nymphs and Graces dance a round And ore the flowry meadows nimbly bound The Months that run on times immortal wheels The seasons treading on each others heels The winged hours that swiftly pass away And spightfully consume the smiling Day Tell us that all things must with them decay The year rowls round us in a constant ring And sultry Summer wasts the milder Spring Whose hot Meridian quickly overpast Declines to Autumn which with bounteous hast Comes crown'd with Grapes but suddainly is crost Cold Winter nips his Vintage with a frost The Moon renews its Orb to shine more bright But when Deaths hand puts out our mortal light With us alas 't is ever ever Night With Tullus and with Ancus we shall be And the brave Souls of vanish'd Heroes see Who knows if God 's above who all things sway Will suffer thee to live another day Then please thy Genius and betimes take care To leave but little to thy greedy Heir When among crouds of Ghosts thou shalt appear And from the Judge thy fatal sentence hear Not Birth nor Eloquence nor Wealth nor all That thou canst plead can the past doom recal Diana though a Goddess cannot take Her chast Hippolitus from Lethe's Lake Perithous bound in fetters must remain Theseus no more can break his adamantine chain HORACE The 2d BOOK ODE the 10th Rectius vives Licini c WE must all live and we would all live well But how to do it very few can tell He sure doth best who a true mean can keep Nor boldly sails too far into the deep Nor yet too fearfully creeps near the Land And runs the danger of the Rocks and Sand. Who to that happy medium can attain Who neither seeks for nor dispises gain Who neither sinks too low nor aims too high He shuns th' unwholsom Ills of Poverty And is secure from envy which attends A sumptuous Table and a croud of Friends Their Treacherous height doth the tall Pines expose To the rude blasts of every Wind that blows And lofty Towers unfortunately high Are near their ruine as they 're near the Sky And when they fall what was their pride before Serves only then t' increase their fall the more Who wisely governs and directs his mind Never dispairs though fortune be unkind He hopes and though he finds he hop'd in vain He bears it patiently and hopes again And if at last a kinder fate conspires To heap upon him more than he desires He then suspects the kindness he enjoy's Takes it with thanks but with such care employ's As if that Fate weary of giving more Would once resume what it bestow'd before He finds Mans life by an Eternal skill Is temper'd equally with good and ill Fate shapes our Lives as it divides the Years Hopes are our Summer and our Winter's fears And 't is by an unerring rule decreed That this shall that alternately succeed Therefore when Fate 's unkind dear Friend be wise And bear its ills without the least surprise The more you are oppress'd bear up the more Weather the Tempest till its rage be o're But if too prosperous and too strong a gale Should rather ruffle than just fill your Sail Lessen it and let it take but so much Wind As is proportion'd to the course design'd For 't is the greatest part of humane skill To use good fortune and to bear our ill HORACE 18th Epistle the 1st BOOK Si bene te novi c. DEar Friend for surely I may call him so Who doth so well the Law 's of Friendship know I 'm sure you mean the kindness you profess And to be loved by you's a happiness Not like him who with Eloquence and pains The specious title of a Friend obtains And the next day to please some Man of sence Break 's jests at his deluded Friends expence As Jilts who by a quick compendious way To gain new Lovers do the old betray There is an other failing of the mind Equal to this of a quite different kind I mean that rude uncultivated skill Which some have got of using all Men ill Out of a zealous and unhewn pretence Of freedom and a virtuous innocence Who 'cause they cannot fawn betray nor cheat Think they may push and justle all they meet And blame what e're they see complain and brawl And think their virtues make amends for all They neither comb their Head nor wash their Face But think their virtuous nastiness a grace When as true virtue in a medium lies And that to turn to either Hand 's a vice Others there are who too obsequious grown Live more for others pleasure than their own Applauding whatsoe're they hear or see By a too nauseous civility And if a Man of Title or Estate Doth some strange story true or false relate Obsequiously they cringe and vouch it all Repeat his Words and catch them as they fall As School Boys follow what the Masters say Or like an Actor prompted