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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36650	Miscellany poems containing a new translation of Virgills eclogues, Ovid's love elegies, odes of Horace, and other authors : with several original poems / by the most eminent hands.	Virgil. Bucolica. English.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700. Absalom and Achitophel.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700. Medall.; Dryden, John, 1631-1700. MacFlecknoe.	1684 (1684)	Wing D2314; ESTC R297	122,944	436

humane thoughts the tunefull Quire But sure 't is more than Fancy or the Dream Of Rhimers slumbring by the Muses stream Some livelier Spark of Heav'n and more refin'd From Earthly dross fills the great Poet's Mind Witness these mighty and immortal Lines Through each of which th'informing Genius shines Scarce a diviner Flame inspir'd the King Of whom thy Muse does so sublimely sing Not David's self could in a nobler Verse His gloriously offending Son rehearse Thô in his Breast the Prophet's Fury met The Father's Fondness and the Poet 's Wit Here all consent in Wonder and in Praise And to the Unknown Poet Altars raise Which thou must needs accept with equal joy As when Aenaeas heard the Wars of Troy Wrapt up himself in darkness and unseen Extoll'd with Wonder by the Tyrian Queen Sure thou already art secure of Fame Nor want'st new Glories to exalt thy Name What Father else would have refus'd to own So great a Son as God-like Absalon R. D. TO THE CONCEAL'D AUTHOUR Of this INCOMPARABLE POEM HAil Heav'n-born Muse hail ev'ry Sacred page The Glory of our I 'le and of our Age. Th' inspiring Sun to Albion draws more nigh The North at length teems with a Work to vie With Homer's Flame and Virgil's Majesty While Pindus lofty Heights our Poet sought His ravisht Mind with vast Idea's fraught Our Language fail'd beneath his rising Thought This checks not his Attempt for Maro's Mines He dreins of all their Gold t' adorn his Lines Through each of which the Mantuan Genius shines The Rock obey'd the pow'rfull Hebrew Guide Her flinty Breast dissolv'd into a Tide Thus on our stubborn Language he prevails And makes the Helicon in which he sails The Dialect as well as sense invents And with his Poem a new speech presents Hail then thou matchless Bard thou great Unknown That give your Country Fame yet shun your own In vain for ev'ry where your Praise you find And not to meet it you must shun Mankind Your Loyal Theme each Loyal Reader draws And ev'n the Factious give your Verse applause Whose Lightning strikes to ground their Idol Cause The Cause for whose dear sake they drank a Flood Of Civil Gore nor spar'd the Royal-bloud The Cause whose growth to crush our Prelates wrote In vain almost in vain our Hero's fought Yet by one Stabb of your keen Satyr dies Before your Sacred Lines their Shatter'd Dagon lies Oh! If unworthy we appear to know The Sire to whom this Lovely Birth we owe Deny'd our ready Homage to express And can at best but thankfull be by guess This hope remains May David's God-like Mind For him 't was wrote the Unknown Authour find And having found show'r equal Favours down On Wit so vast as cou'd oblige a Crown N. T. ABSALOM AND ACHITOPHEL A POEM IN pious Times e'er Priest-Craft did begin Before Polygamy was made a Sin When Man on many multipli'd his kind E'er one to one was cursedly confin'd When Nature prompted and no Law deni'd Promiscuous use of Concubine and Bride Then Israel's Monarch after Heavens own heart His vigorous warmth did variously impart To Wives and Slaves and wide as his Command Scatter'd his Maker's Image through the Land Michal of Royal Blood the Crown did wear A Soil ungratefull to the Tiller's care Not so the rest for several Mothers bore To God-like David several Sons before But since like Slaves his Bed they did ascend No true Succession cou'd their Seed attend Of all the Numerous Progeny was none So Beautifull so Brave as Absalon Whether inspir'd by some diviner Lust His Father got him with a greater Gust Or that his Conscious Destiny made way By manly Beauty to Imperial Sway. Early in Foreign Fields he won Renown With Kings and States alli'd to Israel's Crown In Peace the thoughts of War he cou'd remove And seem'd as he were onely born for Love What e'er he did was done with so much ease In him alone 't was Natural to please His motions all accompani'd with grace And Paradise was open'd in his face With secret Joy indulgent David view'd His Youthfull Image in his Son renew'd To all his wishes nothing he deni'd And made the Charming Annabel his Bride What faults he had for who from faults is free His Father cou'd not or he wou'd not see Some warm excesses which the Law forbore Where constru'd Youth that purg'd by boiling o'er And Amnon's Murther by a specious Name Was call'd a Just Revenge for injur'd Fame Thus Prais'd and Lov'd the Noble Youth remain'd While David undisturb'd in Sion reign'd But Life can never be sincerely blest Heav'n punishes the bad and proves the best The Iews a Head-strong Moody Murm'ring race As ever try'd th' extent and stretch of grace God's pamper'd People whom debauch'd with ease No King cou'd govern nor no God cou'd please Gods they had try'd of every shape and size That God-smiths cou'd produce or Priests devise These Adam-wits too fortunately free Began to dream they wanted Liberty And when no rule no president was found Of men by Laws less circumscrib'd and bound They led their wild desires to Woods and Caves And thought that all but Savages were Slaves They who when Saul was dead without a blow Made foolish Ishbosheth the Crown forego Who banisht David did from Hebron bring And with a General shout proclaim'd him King Those very Iews who at their very best Their Humour more than Loyalty exprest Now wondred why so long they had obey'd An Idol-Monarch which their hands had made Thought they might ruine him they cou'd create Or melt him to that Golden Calf a State But these were random Bolts No form'd Design Nor Interest made the Factious Croud to joyn The sober part of Israel free from stain Well knew the value of a peacefull Reign And looking backward with a wise afright Saw Seams of wounds dishonest to the sight In contemplation of whose ugly Scars They curst the memory of Civil Wars The moderate sort of Men thus qualifi'd Inclin'd the Ballance to the better side And David's mildness manag'd it so well The bad found no occasion to Rebell But when to Sin our byast Nature leans The carefull Devil is still at hand with means And providently Pimps for ill desires The Good Old Cause reviv'd a Plot requires Plots true or false are necessary things To raise up Common-wealths and ruine Kings Th' Inhabitants of old Ierusalem Were Iebusites the Town so call'd from them And their 's the Native right But when the chosen People grew more strong The rightfull cause at length became the wrong And every loss the men of Iebus bore They still were thought God ' s enemies the more Thus worn and weakn'd well or ill content Submit they must to David's Government Impoverish't and depriv'd of all Command Their Taxes doubled as they lost their Land And what was harder yet to flesh and blood Their Gods disgrac'd and burnt like Common Wood. This set the Heathen Priesthood in a flame

have none compar'd with thee Soon then my thoughts with their old Tyrant Care Were seiz'd which to divert I fram'd this pray'r Gods life 's your gift then season't with such fate That what ye meant a blessing prove no weight Let me to the remotest part be whirl'd Of this your play-thing made in haste the World But grant me quiet liberty and peace By day what 's needfull and at night soft ease The Friend I trust in and the She I love Then fix me and if e'er I wish remove Make me as great that 's wretched as ye can Set me in power the wofull'st state of Man To be by Fools misled to Knaves a prey But make Life what I ask or tak 't away A LETTER to a FRIEND A Youth once free and happy now a slave Found a retreat within a peacefull Cave Where no intruders durst his hours molest But the dear Passion still inflam'd his Breast And where abandon'd to his restless pains He weeps alone and feels his weighty Chains From thence To a dear Friend such as are hard to find Known true and just and longing to be kind Who always shar'd his pleasures and his pain In these sad terms writ the tormented Swain My onely Friend learn my unhappy Fate That I 'm undone by Love oppos'd by Hate Your pity e'er I ask I 'm sure to gain But cruel Cynthia's never must obtain You are not ign'rant of Her charms I know Too well by Her they 're known and thence my Woe Yet must I not complain I own the Fair Has justly doom'd me to the pains I bear For I have long profanely laught at Love And oft to make the World despise it strove Wanton till now were all the flames I knew With pleasures wing'd my minutes Gaily flew When Beauty wounded Wine soon freed my soul My peace came swimming in the healing Bowl Or if too weak the Wine against Love's charms I took some Balmy Harlot to my Armes Which always did the rageing pains remove And cool the stings of any other Love In peace and plenty with still new delights I past my Joyfull days and Amorous Nights But now in vain that freedom lost I mourn My far fled Liberty will ne'er return Too strong 's my passion as the Nymph too Fair Ah Lovely Nymph must I for ever bear In your bright Eyes such Heav'nly Beauty's shine You want but mercy to be all Divine Lost freedom to regain I dare not try That were Rebellion and I ought to Dye Why shou'd your pow'rfull Charms your pride create Your pride your onely fault my onely Fate Thus oft I 've mourn'd the Conquest of Her eyes Since first my Heart was made Her sacrifice And she the panting Victim cou'd despise Yet spite of all Her rigorous disdain I love my Ruine and I hugg my Chain Reason in vain endeavours to persuade That I shou'd quit this Haughty scornfull Maid Small Passions often make our Reason yeild When Love invades it well may quit the Feild Your hopeless Friend thus Languishing remains Enslav'd by one who will not ease his pains Smiles when he weeps and Frowns when he complains AN ELEGY BY The Wife of St. ALEXIAS a Nobleman of Rome complaining on his absence he having left her on his Wedding Night unenjoy'd out of a Pious Zeal to go Visit the Christian Churches Written in Latin by Fran. Remond a Jesuit I Prais'd and Lov'd by the best Youth of Rome My fatal Charms sent many to their Tomb Now wretched Maid and miserable Wife In tears and in complaints must waste my Life Abandon'd by my Husband e'er enjoy'd With thoughts of pleasures yet untasted cloy'd He leaves me to my anxious cares a Prey Ah! my Alexias whither do you stray Whilst in my Maiden Widdow'd bed I lye More wretched than the Dead and wish to dye In you were all my hopes dear Wanderer Your doubted safety now creates my Fear He broak his Vows he broak our Marriage bond What dangers may a Perjur'd wretch surround At least his flight his tender Feet may wound Oh! that I knew which way his course he stears T' wou'd soften much my pains and lessen much my fears A Letter shou'd inform him of my cares And he with pity sure wou'd reade my Pray'rs I 'd write him lines might move a senseless Stone Nay his hard Heart to feel compassion But when we write too slow are the returns Too slow for one that with my passion burns Letters I wou'd not trust my self wou'd goe And from my mouth my sorrows he shou'd know By stealth I 'll leave my Father's House t' was you Did first alas the sad example shew My pressing Love wou'd wing my willing Feet To fly till my Alexias I shou'd meet Through Desarts I durst go a tender Maid In search of you I cou'd not be afraid No dangers shou'd my eager steps retard My Innocence and Love wou'd be my Guard If Dragons against me their crests shou'd rear Or shou'd I meet a Lyon or a Bear I never can be capable of Fear David too young for Toils a tender Boy Cou'd the fierce Lyon and rough Bear destroy From his small Hand a Pebble cou'd confound And strike the Mountain Gyant to the ground Th' Assyrian General Bethulia's dread By a chaste Woman's hand did lose his Head And she was by her Guardian Angel led Why may not my attempts successfull prove Assisted by Divinity and Love With fearless courage I dare undertake Amazing actions for my Husband's sake Through all the World my Life I 'll follow thee Whether by Land thou wander'st or by Sea Whether on Shoar or on the swelling Main One House one Boat may both of us contain If your sharp Keel Ionian Waves divide On that Ionian Sea my Barque shall ride If to contemplate on the sufferings And cruel death of the blest King of King's A Pilgrim to the Holy-land you goe I 'll join in Adoration there with you If where th' adored Silver Iordan flows With you in Palestine I 'll offer Holy Vows Or if to Scythian Mountains you repair And leave this temp'rate for that froz'n Air With thee my Soul I willingly can dwell On the cold top of the Caucasian Hill Or shou'd you wander o'er the Libyan sand That vast and wild unhospitable Land Through those parch't plains with thee my Love I 'll stray Nor fear the hungry Savage Beast of Prey I 'll be a Thracian if to Thrace you sail My Love shall o'er my Sexes fears prevail Nothing to follow you wou'd seem a toil Thô to the utmost Indies you are driv'n Till I can reach your Armes I 'll know no Hav'n Ah! let chaste Love propitious Planets keep Safe from the dangers of the greedy Deep Yet if my Ship by Tempests must be Torn By Artfull stroaks above the Waters born In spite of Nature I shall swim to shoar For love will give my untaught hands the pow'r The slaming Constellations are in Love And Seas and all