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constrain To dress his Thoughts in English o're again Himself cou'd write no otherwise than thus His old Encomium never did appear So true as now Romans and Greeks submit Something of late is in our Language writ More nobly great than the fam'd Iliads were Ja. Wright To Mr. Dryden on his Translations AS Flow'rs transplanted from a Southern Sky But hardly bear or in the raising dye Missing their Native Sun at best retain But a faint Odour and but live with Pain So Roman Poetry by Moderns taught Wanting the Warmth with which its Author wrote Is a dead Image and a worthless Draught While we transfuse the nimble Spirit flies Escapes unseen evaporates and dyes Who then attempt to shew the Ancients Wit Must copy with the Genius that they writ Whence we conclude from thy translated Song So just so warm so smooth and yet so strong Thou Heav'nly Charmer Soul of Harmony That all their Geniusses reviv'd in thee Thy Trumpet sounds the dead are rais'd to Light New-born they rise and take to Heav'n their Flight Deckt in thy Verse as clad with Rayes they shine All Glorify'd Immortal and Divine As Britain in rich Soil abounding wide Furnish'd for Use for Luxury and Pride Yet spreads her wanton Sails on ev'ry Shore For Foreign Wealth insatiate still of more To her own Wooll the Silks of Asia joins And to her plenteous Harvests Indian Mines So Dryden not contented with the Fame Of his own Works tho' an immortal Name To Lands remote he sends his learned Muse The Noblest Seeds of Foreign Wit to chuse Feasting our Sense so many various Ways Say Is 't thy Bounty or thy Thirst of Praise That by comparing others all might see Who most excell'd are yet excell'd by thee George Granville ERRATA In the Dedicatory Preface to the Marquess of Normanby PAg. 7. line 32. read of Republican Principles in his Heart p. 9. where Atis is mention'd as having a claim by Succession before Aeneas my Memory betray'd me for had I consulted Virgil he calls not the Son of Polites by the name of Atis but of Priamus 'T is true he mentions Atis immediately afterwards on the account of the Atian Family from which Julius Caesar was descended by his Grandmother as I have there mention'd p. 26. towards the bottom of this Page here is a gross Errour which is easily corrected by reading Ten Months instead of Three the Sense will direct you to the place p. 28. 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coolness of the Shade And Thestilis wild Thime and Garlike beats For Harvest Hinds o'respent with Toyl and Heats While in the scorching Sun I trace in vain Thy flying footsteps o're the burning Plain The creaking Locusts with my Voice conspire They fry'd with Heat and I with fierce Desire How much more easie was it to sustain Proud Amarillis and her haughty Reign The Scorns of Young Menalcas once my care Tho' he was black and thou art Heav'nly fair To the Right Hon ble Thomas Earle of Pembroke and Montgomery Lord Privy Seale 〈…〉 Past 2. Trust not too much to that enchanting Face Beauty 's a Charm but soon the Charm will pass White Lillies lie neglected on the Plain While dusky Hyacinths for use remain My Passion is thy Scorn nor wilt thou know What Wealth I have what Gifts I can bestow What Stores my Dairies and my Folds contain A thousand Lambs that wander on the Plain New Milk that all the Winter never fails And all the Summer overflows the Pails Amphion sung not sweeter to his Herd When summon'd Stones the Theban Turrets rear'd Nor am I so deform'd for late I stood Upon the Margin of the briny Flood The Winds were still and if the Glass be true With Daphnis I may vie tho' judg'd by you O leave the noisie Town O come and see Our Country Cotts and live content with me To wound the Flying Deer and from their Cotes With me to drive a-Field the browzing Goats To pipe and sing and in our Country Strain To Copy or perhaps contend with Pan. Pan taught to joyn with Wax unequal Reeds Pan loves the Shepherds and their Flocks he feeds Nor scorns the Pipe Amyntas to be taught With all his Kisses would my Skill have bought Of seven smooth joints a mellow Pipe I have Which with his dying Breath Damaetas gave And said This Corydon I leave to thee For only thou deserv'st it after me His Eyes Amyntas durst not upward lift For much he grudg'd the Praise but more the Gift Besides two Kids that in the Valley stray'd I found by chance and to my fold convey'd They drein to bagging Udders every day And these shall be Companions of thy Play Both fleck'd with white the true Arcadian Strain Which Thestilis had often beg'd in vain And she shall have them if again she sues Since you the Giver and the Gift refuse Come to my longing Arms my lovely care And take the Presents which the Nymphs prepare White Lillies in full Canisters they bring With all the Glories of the Purple Spring The Daughters of the Flood have search'd the Mead For Violets pale and cropt the Poppy's Head The Short Narcissus and fair Daffodil Pancies to please the Sight and Cassia sweet to smell And set soft Hyacinths with Iron blue To shade marsh Marigolds of shining Hue. Some bound in Order others loosely strow'd To dress thy Bow'r and trim thy new Abode My self will search our planted Grounds at home For downy Peaches and the glossie Plum And thrash the Chesnuts in the Neighb'ring Grove Such as my Amarillis us'd to love The Laurel and the Myrtle sweets agree And both in Nosegays shall be bound for thee Ah Corydon ah poor unhappy Swain Alexis will thy homely Gifts disdain Nor should'st thou offer all thy little Store Will rich Iolas yield but offer more What have I done to name that wealthy Swain So powerful are his Presents mine so mean The Boar amidst my Crystal Streams I bring And Southern Winds to blast my flow'ry Spring Ah cruel Creature whom dost thou despise The Gods to live in Woods have left the Skies And Godlike Paris in th' Idean Grove To Priam's Wealth prefer'd Oenone's Love In Cities which she built let Pallas Reign Tow'rs are for Gods but Forrests for the Swain The greedy Lyoness the Wolf pursues The Wolf the Kid the wanton Kid the Browze Alexis thou art chas'd by Corydon All follow sev'ral Games and each his own See from afar the Fields no longer smoke The sweating Steers unharnass'd from the Yoke Bring as in Triumph back the crooked Plough The Shadows lengthen as the Sun goes Low Cool Breezes now the raging Heats remove Ah cruel Heaven that made no Cure for Love I wish for balmy Sleep but wish in vain Love has no bounds in Pleasure or in Pain What frenzy Shepherd has thy Soul possess'd Thy Vinyard lies half prun'd and half undress'd Quench Corydon thy long unanswer'd fire Mind what the common wants of Life require On willow Twigs employ thy weaving care And find an easier Love tho' not so fair The Third Pastoral OR PALAEMON Menalcas Damaetas Palaemon The Argument Damaetas and Menalcas after some smart strokes of Country Railery resolve to try who has the most Skill at a Song and accordingly make their Neighbour Palaemon Judge of their Performances Who after a full hearing of both Parties declares himself unfit for the Decision of so weighty a Controversie and leaves the Victory undetermin'd MENALCAS HO Groom what Shepherd owns those ragged Sheep DAMAETAS Aegon 's they are he gave 'em me to keep MENALCAS Unhappy Sheep of an Unhappy Swain While he Neaera courts but courts in vain And fears that I the Damsel shall obtain Thou Varlet dost thy Master's gains devour Thou milk'st his Ewes and often twice an hour Of Grass and Fodder thou defraud'st the Dams And of their Mothers Duggs the starving Lambs DAMAETAS Good words young Catamite at least to Men We know who did your Business how and when And in what Chappel too you plaid your prize And what the Goats observ'd with leering Eyes The Nymphs werekind and laught and there your safety lies To the Right Hon ble Charles Sackvill Earle of Dorsett Midleseoc Lord Chamberlain of his Maj t s househould c. Past 3. MENALCAS Yes when I crept the Hedges of the Leys Cut Micon's tender Vines and stole the Stays DAMAETAS Or rather when beneath yon ancient Oak The Bow of Daphnis and the Shafts you broke When the fair Boy receiv'd the Gift of right And but for Mischief you had dy'd for spight MENALCAS What Nonsense wou'd the Fool thy Master prate When thou his Knave can'st talk at such a rate Did I not see you Rascal did I not When you lay snug to snap young Damon's Goat His Mungril bark'd I ran to his relief And cry'd There there he goes stop stop the Thief Discover'd and defeated of your Prey You sculk'd behind the Fence and sneak'd away DAMAETAS An honest Man may freely take his own The Goat was mine by singing fairly won A solemn match was made He lost the Prize Ask Damon ask if he the Debt denies I think he dares not if he does he lyes MENALCAS Thou sing with him thou Booby never Pipe Was so profan'd to touch that blubber'd Lip Dunce at the best in Streets but scarce allow'd To tickle on thy Straw the stupid Crowd DAMAETAS To bring it to the Trial will you dare Our Pipes our
Maj t s Excheqr. and one of his Maj t s Most Hon ble Privy Councill Past 10. THY sacred Succour Arethusa bring To crown my Labour 't is the last I sing Which proud Lycoris may with Pity view The Muse is mournful tho' the Numbers few Refuse me not a Verse to Grief and Gallus due So may thy Silver Streams beneath the Tide Unmix'd with briny Seas securely glide Sing then my Gallus and his hopeless Vows Sing while my Cattle crop the tender Browze The vocal Grove shall answer to the Sound And Echo from the Vales the tuneful Voice rebound What Lawns or Woods withheld you from his Aid Ye Nymphs when Gallus was to Love betray'd To Love unpity'd by the cruel Maid Not steepy Pindus cou'd retard your Course Nor cleft Parnassus nor th' Aonian Source Nothing that owns the Muses cou'd suspend Your Aid to Gallus Gallus is their Friend For him the lofty Laurel stands in Tears And hung with humid Pearls the lowly Shrub appears Maenalian Pines the Godlike Swain bemoan When spread beneath a Rock he sigh'd alone And cold Lycaeus wept from every dropping Stone The Sheep surround their Shepherd as he lyes Blush not sweet Poet nor the name despise Along the Streams his Flock Adonis fed And yet the Queen of Beauty blest his Bed The Swains and tardy Neat-herds came and last Menalcas wet with beating Winter Mast Wond'ring they ask'd from whence arose thy Flame Yet more amaz'd thy own Apollo came Flush'd were his Cheeks and glowing were his Eyes Is she thy Care is she thy Care he cries Thy false Lycoris flies thy Love and thee And for thy Rival tempts the raging Sea The Forms of horrid War and Heav'ns Inclemency Sylvanus came his Brows a Country Crown Of Fennel and of nodding Lillies drown Great Pan arriv'd and we beheld him too His Cheeks and Temples of Vermilion Hue. Why Gallus this immod'rate Grief he cry'd Think'st thou that Love with Tears is satisfi'd The Meads are sooner drunk with Morning Dews The Bees with flow'ry Shrubs the Goats with Brouze Unmov'd and with dejected Eyes he mourn'd He paus'd and then these broken Words return'd 'T is past and Pity gives me no Relief But you Arcadian Swains shall sing my Grief And on your Hills my last Complaints renew So sad a Song is onely worthy you How light wou'd lye the Turf upon my Breast If you my Suff'rings in your Songs exprest Ah! that your Birth and Bus'ness had been mine To penn the Sheep and press the swelling Vine Had Phyllis or Amyntas caus'd my Pain Or any Nymph or Shepherd on the Plain Tho Phyllis brown tho black Amyntas were Are Violets not sweet because not fair Beneath the Sallows and the shady Vine My Loves had mix'd their pliant Limbs with mine Phyllis with Myrtle Wreaths had crown'd my Hair And soft Amyntas sung away my Care Come see what Pleasures in our Plains abound The Woods the Fountains and the flow'ry ground As you are beauteous were you half so true Here cou'd I live and love and dye with only you Now I to fighting Fields am sent afar And strive in Winter Camps with toils of War While you alas that I shou'd find it so To shun my sight your Native Soil forgo And climb the frozen Alps and tread th' eternal Snow Ye Frosts and Snows her tender Body spare Those are not Limbs for Ysicles to tear For me the Wilds and Desarts are my Choice The Muses once my Care my once harmonious Voice There will I sing forsaken and alone The Rocks and hollow Caves shall echo to my Moan The Rind of ev'ry Plant her Name shall know And as the Rind extends the Love shall grow Then on Arcadian Mountains will I chase Mix'd with the Woodland Nymphs the Salvage Race Nor Cold shall hinder me with Horns and Hounds To thrid the Thickets or to leap the Mounds And now methinks o're steepy Rocks I go And rush through sounding Woods and bend the Parthian Bow As if with Sports my Sufferings I could ease Or by my Pains the God of Love appease My Frenzy changes I delight no more On Mountain tops to chace the tusky Boar No Game but hopeless Love my thoughts pursue Once more ye Nymphs and Songs and sounding Woods adieu Love alters not for us his hard Decrees Not tho beneath the Thracian Clime we freeze Or Italy's indulgent Heav'n forgo And in mid-Winter tread Scythonian Snow Or when the Barks of Elms are scorch'd we keep On Meroes burning Plains the Lybian Sheep In Hell and Earth and Seas and Heav'n above Love conquers all and we must yield to Love My Muses here your sacred Raptures end The Verse was what I ow'd my suff'ring Friend This while I sung my Sorrows I deceiv'd And bending Osiers into Baskets weav'd The Song because inspir'd by you shall shine And Gallus will approve because 't is mine Gallus for whom my holy Flames renew Each hour and ev'ry moment rise in view As Alders in the Spring their Boles extend And heave so fiercely that the Bark they rend Now let us rise for hoarseness oft invades The Singer's Voice who sings beneath the Shades From Juniper unwholsom Dews distill That blast the sooty Corn the with'ring Herbage kill Away my Goats away for you have browz'd your fill TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE PHILIP Earl of Chesterfield c. My Lord I Cannot begin my Address to your Lordship better than in the words of Virgil Quod optanti Divum promittere Nemo Auderet volvenda Dies en attulit ultrò Seven Years together I have conceal'd the longing which I had to appear before you A time as tedious as Aeneas pass'd in his wandring Voyage before he reach'd the promis'd Italy But I consider'd that nothing which my meanness cou'd produce was worthy of your Patronage At last this happy Occasion offer'd of Presenting to you the best Poem of the best Poet. If I balk'd this opportunity I was in despair of finding such another and if I took it I was still uncertain whether you wou'd vouchsafe to accept it from my hands 'T was a bold venture which I made in desiring your permission to lay my unworthy Labours at your feet But my rashness has succeeded beyond my hopes And you have been pleas'd not to suffer an Old Man to go discontented out of the World for want of that protection of which he had been so long Ambitious I have known a Gentleman in disgrace and not daring to appear before King Charles the Second though he much desir'd it At length he took the confidence to attend a fair Lady to the Court and told His Majesty that under her protection he had presum'd to wait on him With the same humble confidence I present my self before your Lordship and attending on Virgil hope a gracious reception The Gentleman succeeded because the powerful Lady was his Friend but I have too much injur'd my great Author to expect he should intercede for me I wou'd have
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
Like them their dauntless Men maintain the Field And Hearts are pierc'd unknowing how to yield They blow for blow return and wound for wound And heaps of Bodies raise the level Ground Murranus boasting of his Blood that springs From a long Royal Race of Latian Kings Is by the Trojan from his Chariot thrown Crush'd with the weight of an unweildy Stone Betwixt the Wheels he fell the Wheels that bore His living Load his dying Body tore His starting Steeds to shun the glitt'ring Sword Paw down his trampled Limbs forgetful of their Lord. Fierce Hillus threaten'd high and face to face Affronted Turnus in the middle space The Prince encounter'd him in full Carreer And at his Temples aim'd his deadly Spear So fatally the flying Weapon sped That thro' his Brazen Helm it pierc'd his Head Nor Cisseus coud'st thou scape from Turnus hand In vain the strongest of th' Arcadian Band Nor to Cupentus cou'd his Gods afford Availing Aid against th' Aenean Sword Which to his naked Heart pursu'd the Course Nor could his plated Shield sustain the Force Iolas fell whom not the Grecian Pow'rs Nor great Subvertor of the Trojan Tow'rs Were doom'd to kill while Heav'n prolong'd his Date But who can pass the Bounds prefix'd by Fate In high Lyrnessus and in Troy he held Two Palaces and was from each expell'd Of all the mighty Man the last Remains A little spot of Foreign Earth contains And now both Hosts their broken Troops unite In equal Ranks and mix in mortal Fight Seresthus and undaunted Mnestheus join The Trojan Tuscan and Arcadian Line Sea-born Messapus with Atinas heads The Latin Squadrons and to Battel leads They strike they push they throng the scanty space Resolv'd on Death impatient of Disgrace And where one falls another fills his Place The Cyprian Goddess now inspires her Son To leave th' unfinish'd Fight and storm the Town For while he rowls his Eyes around the Plain In quest of Turnus whom he seeks in vain He views th' ungarded City from afar In careless quiet and secure of War Occasion offers and excites his Mind To dare beyond the Task he first design'd Resolv'd he calls his Chiefs they leave the Fight Attended thus he takes a neighb'ring Height The crowding Troops about their Gen'ral stand All under Arms and wait his high Command Then thus the lofty Prince Hear and obey Ye Trojan Bands without the least delay Jove is with us and what I have decreed Requires our utmost Vigour and our Speed Your instant Arms against the Town prepare The source of Mischief and the Seat of War This Day the Latian Tow'rs that mate the Sky Shall level with the Plain in Ashes lye The People shall be Slaves unless in time They kneel for Pardon and repent their Crime Twice have our Foes been vanquish'd on the Plain Then shall I wait till Turnus will be slain Your Force against the perjur'd City bend There it began and there the War shall end The Peace profan'd our rightful Arms requires Cleanse the polluted Place with purging Fires He finish'd and one Soul inspiring all Form'd in a Wedge the Foot approach the Wall Without the Town an unprovided Train Of gaping gazing Citizens are slain Some Firebrands others scaling Ladders bear And those they toss aloft and these they rear The Flames now lanch'd the feather'd Arrows fly And Clouds of missive Arms obscure the Sky Advancing to the Front the Heroe stands And stretching out to Heav'n his Pious Hands Attests the Gods asserts his Innocence Upbraids with breach of Faith th' Ausonian Prince Declares the Royal Honour doubly stain'd And twice the Rites of holy Peace profan'd Dissenting Clamours in the Town arise Each will be heard and all at once advise One part for Peace and one for War contends Some wou'd exclude their Foes and some admit their Friends The helpless King is hurry'd in the Throng And what e're Tide prevails is born along Thus when the Swain within a hollow Rock Invades the Bees with suffocating Smoke They run around or labour on their Wings Disus'd to flight and shoot their sleepy Stings To shun the bitter Fumes in vain they try Black Vapours issuing from the Vent involve the Sky But Fate and envious Fortune now prepare To plunge the Latins in the last despair The Queen who saw the Foes invade the Town And brands on tops of burning Houses thrown Cast round her Eyes distracted with her Fear No Troops of Turnus in the Field appear Once more she stares abroad but still in vain And then concludes the Royal Youth is slain Mad with her Anguish impotent to bear The mighty Grief she loaths the vital Air. She calls her self the Cause of all this Ill And owns the dire Effects of her ungovern'd Will She raves against the Gods she beats her Breast She tears with both her hands her Purple Vest Then round a Beam a running Noose she ty'd And fasten'd by the Neck obscenely dy'd Soon as the fatal News by Fame was blown And to her Dames and to her Daughter known The sad Lavinia rends her yellow Hair And rosie Cheeks the rest her Sorrow share With Shrieks the Palace rings and Madness of Despair The spreading Rumor fills the Publick Place Confusion Fear Distraction and Disgrace And silent shame are seen in ev'ry Face Latinus tears his Garments as he goes Both for his publick and his private Woes With Filth his venerable Beard besmears And sordid Dust deforms his Silver Hairs And much he blames the softness of his Mind Obnoxious to the Charms of Womankind And soon seduc'd to change what he so well design'd To break the solemn League so long desir'd Nor finish what his Fates and those of Troy requir'd Now Turnus rowls aloof o're empty Plains And here and there some stragling Foes he gleans His flying Coursers please him less and less Asham'd of easie Fight and cheap Success Thus half contented anxious in his Mind The distant Cries come driving in the Wind Shouts from the Walls but Shouts in Murmurs drown'd A jarring mixture and a boding sound Alas said he what mean these dismal Cries What doleful Clamours from the Town arise Confus'd he stops and backward pulls the Reins She who the Driver's Office now sustains Replies Neglect my Lord these new Alarms Here fight and urge the Fortune of your Arms There want not others to defend the Wall If by your Rival's Hand th' Italians fall So shall your fatal Sword his Friends oppress In Honour equal equal in Success To this the Prince O Sister for I knew The Peace infring'd proceeded first from you I knew you when you mingled first in Fight And now in vain you wou'd deceive my Sight Why Goddess this unprofitable Care Who sent you down from Heav'n involv'd in Air Your share of Mortal Sorrows to sustain And see your Brother bleeding on the Plain For to what Pow'r can Turnus have recourse Or how resist his Fates prevailing force These Eyes beheld Murranus bite the