Dunbar 261 42 Coun. Dow. of Northampton 263 Aeneid 3d. Page 43 Earl of Darby 267 44 Bp. of Durham 270 45 Bp. of Ossery 276 46 Dr. John Mountague 279 47 Dr. Brown 286 48 Dr. Guibbons 293 Aeneid 4th 49 Earl of Exeter 296 50 Lady Giffard 298 51 Lord Clifford 303 52 John Walkaden Esq 307 53 Henry Tasburgh Esq 318 54 Mrs. Ann Brownlow 326 Aeneid 5th 55 Duke of St. Albans 327 56 Earl of Torrington 332 57 Anth. Hamond Esq 340 58 Henry St. Johns Esq 345 59 Steph. Waller Dr. of Laws 347 60 Duke of Glocester 349 61 Edmond Waller Esq 359 Aeneid 6th 62 Earl of Denbigh 362 63 Sir Tho. Dyke Bar. 370 64 Mrs. Ann Bayner 371 65 John Lewknor Esq 374 66 Sir Fleetwood Shepherd 378 67 John Poultney Esq 380 68 John Knight Esq 382 69 Robert Harley Esq 394 Aeneid 7th 70 Earl of Rumney 400 71 Anthony Henley Esq 404 72 George Stepney Esq 407 Page 73 Coll. Tho. Farringdon 416 74 Lady Mary Sackvill 420 75 Charles Fox Esq 432 Aeneid 8th 76 Earl of Ailesbury 434 77 The Hon. 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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
surpass'd the Swains MENALCAS Oh Heavenly Poet such thy Verse appears So sweet so charming to my ravish'd Ears As to the weary Swain with cares opprest Beneath the Silvan Shade refreshing Rest As to the feavorish Travellor when first He finds a Crystal Stream to quench his thirst In singing as in piping you excell And scarce your Master could perform so well O fortunate young Man at least your Lays Are next to his and claim the second Praise Such as they are my rural Songs I join To raise our Daphnis to the Pow'rs Divine For Daphnis was so good to love what-e're was mine MOPSUS How is my Soul with such a Promise rais'd For both the Boy was worthy to be prais'd And Stimichon has often made me long To hear like him so soft so sweet a Song MENALCAS Daphnis the Guest of Heav'n with wondring Eyes Views in the Milky Way the starry Skyes And far beneath him from the shining Sphere Beholds the moving Clouds and rolling Year For this with chearful Cries the Woods resound The Purple Spring arrays the various ground The Nymphs and Shepherds dance and Pan himself is Crown'd The Wolf no longer prowls for nightly Spoils Nor Birds the Sprindges fear nor Stags the Toils For Daphnis reigns above and deals from thence His Mothers milder Beams and peaceful Influence The Mountain tops unshorn the Rocks rejoice The lowly Shrubs partake of Humane Voice Assenting Nature with a gracious nod Proclaims him and salutes the new-admitted God Be still propitious ever good to thine Behold four hallow'd Altars we design And two to thee and two to Phoebus rise On each is offer'd Annual Sacrifice The holy Priests at each returning year Two Bowls of Milk and two of Oil shall bear And I my self the Guests with friendly Bowls will chear Two Goblets will I crown with sparkling Wine The gen'rous Vintage of the Chian Vine These will I pour to thee and make the Nectar thine In Winter shall the Genial Feast be made Before the fire by Summer in the shade Damaetas shall perform the Rites Divine And Lictian Aegon in the Song shall join Alphesibaeus tripping shall advance And mimick Satyrs in his antick Dance When to the Nymphs our annual Rites we pay And when our Fields with Victims we survey While savage Boars delight in shady Woods And finny Fish inhabit in the Floods While Bees on Thime and Locusts feed on Dew Thy grateful Swains these Honours shall renew Such Honours as we pay to Pow'rs Divine To Bacchus and to Ceres shall be thine Such annual Honours shall be giv'n and thou Shalt hear and shalt condemn thy Suppliants to their Vow MOPSUS What Present worth thy Verse can Mopsus find Not the soft Whispers of the Southern Wind That play through trembling Trees delight me more Nor murm'ring Billows on the sounding Shore Nor winding Streams that through the Valley glide And the scarce cover'd Pebbles gently chide MENALCAS Receive you first this tuneful Pipe the same That play'd my Coridon's unhappy Flame The same that sung Neaera's conqu'ring Eyes And had the Judge been just had won the Prize MOPSUS Accept from me this Sheephook in exchange The Handle Brass the Knobs in equal range Antigenes with Kisses often try'd To beg this Present in his Beauty's Pride When Youth and Love are hard to be deny'd But what I cou'd refuse to his Request Is yours unask'd for you deserve it best The Sixth Pastoral OR SILENUS The Argument Two young Shepherds Chromis and Mnasylus having been often promis'd a Song by Silenus chance to catch him asleep in this Pastoral where they bind him hand and foot and then claim his Promise Silenus finding they wou'd be put off no longer begins his Song in which he describes the Formation of the Universe and the Original of Animals according to the Epicurean Philosophy and then runs through the most surprising Transformations which have happen'd in Nature since her Birth This Pastoral was design'd as a Complement to Syro the Epicurean who instructed Virgil and Varus in the Principles of that Philosophy Silenus acts as Tutor Chromis and Mnasylus as the two Pupils I First transferr'd to Rome Scicilian Strains Nor blush'd the Dorick Muse to dwell on Mantuan Plains But when I try'd her tender Voice too young And fighting Kings and bloody Battels sung Apollo check'd my Pride and bade me feed My fatning Flocks nor dare beyond the Reed Admonish'd thus while every Pen prepares To write thy Praises Varus and thy Wars My Past'ral Muse her humble Tribute brings And yet not wholly uninspir'd she sings For all who read and reading not disdain These rural Poems and their lowly Strain The name of Varus oft inscrib'd shall see In every Grove and every vocal Tree And all the Silvan reign shall sing of thee To the Right Hon ble Hugh Lord Viscount Cholmondely of Kelles in the Kingdom of Ireland and Baron of Wichmalbank in the Kingdom of England Past 6. Thy name to Phoebus and the Muses known Shall in the front of every Page be shown For he who sings thy Praise secures his own Proceed my Muse Two Satyrs on the ground Stretch'd at his Ease their Syre Sylenus found Dos'd with his fumes and heavy with his Load They found him snoring in his dark abode And seis'd with Youthful Arms the drunken God His rosie Wreath was dropt not long before Born by the tide of Wine and floating on the floor His empty Can with Ears half worn away Was hung on high to boast the triumph of the day Invaded thus for want of better bands His Garland they unstring and bind his hands For by the fraudful God deluded long They now resolve to have their promis'd Song Aegle came in to make their Party good The fairest Nais of the neighbouring Flood And while he stares around with stupid Eyes His Brows with Berries and his Temples dyes He finds the Fraud and with a Smile demands On what design the Boys had bound his hands Loose me he cry'd 't was Impudence to find A sleeping God 't is Sacriledge to bind To you the promis'd Poem I will pay The Nymph shall be rewarded in her way He rais'd his voice and soon a num'rous throng Of tripping Satyrs crowded to the Song And Sylvan Fauns and Savage Beasts advanc'd And nodding Forests to the Numbers danc'd Not by Haemonian Hills the Thracian Bard Nor awful Phoebus was on Pindus heard With deeper silence or with more regard He sung the secret Seeds of Nature's Frame How Seas and Earth and Air and active Flame Fell through the mighty Void and in their fall Were blindly gather'd in this goodly Ball. The tender Soil then stiffning by degrees Shut from the bounded Earth the bounding Seas Then Earth and Ocean various Forms disclose And a new Sun to the new World arose And Mists condens'd to Clouds obscure the Skie And Clouds dissolv'd the thirsty Ground supply The rising Trees the lofty Mountains grace The lofty Mountains feed the Savage Race
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