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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A35286	The history of the famous and passionate love, between a fair noble Parisian lady, and a beautiful young singing-man, a chanter in the Quire of Notre Dame in Paris, and a singer in opera's an heroic poem, in two canto's, being in imitation of Virgil's Dido and Ænes, and shews all the passions of a proud beauty, compell'd by love, to abandon her self to her inferiour : but finding some slights, how she reveng'd her self, and recovered her honor.	Crown, Mr. (John), 1640?-1712.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 2-4.	1692 (1692)	Wing C7392; ESTC R17694	12,199	33

ndanger at the least his Nose These sinful Leagues always conclude in strife Drubs from the Husband Poxes from the Wife If this lewd Course he does not leave and loath My Niece he loses and his Office both This spoken forwards the Church Merc'ry pac'd With all his Ornaments by Fortune grac'd For then it Chim'd to Prayers his Gown was on His Head in a new Cap of Sattin shone He bore his bright Inchanting Silver Rod With which he serves disserves the drowzy God Leads Souls to happy Seats and Slumbers deep And often wakes 'em out of heavy Sleep Of Graves call'd Pews he locks unlocks the Doors Guides Souls to Shades and back to Light restores With his wing'd Robe Rod tip'd with Turtles Wings The Divine Mercury to Minnum springs And finds the Hero dressing for the Quire But ah profan'd with Ranting lay Attire Of his Love-Victories the wealthy Spoils And bold Confessions of his Nightly Toils Him the Envoy invades and word for word Told what was utter'd by his Heavenly Lord Then vanish'd into thin and spacious Air With Horrour stiff-upstarted Minnum's Hair Bore from his Head the Wig which hedg'd it round In his cold freezing Jaws his Voice was drown'd Affrighted by Commands from one so great From his sweet Crimes he thinks of a Retreat But ah what Words what Heart he shou'd assume To his high-spirited Dear to break this Doom He knew not various ways he rack'd his Mind Now he 's to her anon to Heaven inclin'd Hell he fears much and loss of Heavenly Joy More the great Dean and loss of his Employ But of the Husband he stood most afraid And on his Soul drubs most impression made So he concluded 't was the safest way To take this warning and the Dean obey Forsake his pleasant but most dangerous Sin Preserve his Soul his Office and his Skin And with the Dean resolves to make his Peace By this Nights Service and deserve his Niece But to tread foftly in this new Amour Till in his Arms Lavinia was secure Mean while all Sounds and Colours to devise Cou'd Cheat the injur'd Beautie 's Ears and Eyes This Nights unlook'd for Parting to excuse He Billet-doux with Billet-doux pursues Curses his Stars and Fate the Tyrants will And strives to gild the nauseous bitter Pill In spite o' those thin Arts the fraud was bare Lovers soon feel in Love the least cool Air. And impious Fame brands in her Bosom threw All Minnum's falsehood told abroad she flew Like one from Bedlam broke with heavy Chains This raving Beauty batter'd her own Brains With her Love-fetters madly hurried on Whither she knew not for her Sense was gone The Warriours chosen for the great Design In the Dean's Palace then were deep in Wine Thither this Beauty pale her Visage rent Drove by Fan's Conduct and for Minnum sent Out Minnum starts then thus his Ears she bruis'd False Slave said she have I my self abus'd To please thy Love and dar'st thou fly from me What! from a Beauty of my Quality And for a stitching Wench who earns her Bread Whose Life depends upon a rotten Thred For thee I wrong'd my Noble Lord my Soul Nay my high Blood now with dishonour foul Now a poor Wench must have my dear-bought Joys I must have nothing but thy Frauds and Lyes If ever I was kind to thee or dear If e'er thy Passion was like mine sincere If Pity in thy Heart can find a room For me or thy own Infant in my Womb Warm with some kindness thy poor Child at least Desert me not till at my panting Breast I see an Innocent sweet Minnum play Then thou mayst take the treacherous one away I shall not quite be of my Love bereft The loveliest part of Minnum will be left Pale Minnum started when she nam'd her Lord Mus'd deeply on her Husbands Cane and Sword Took both into his Heart which made it hard That to her Beauty he paid no regard By all her Prayers and Tears he stood unbent And stead o' closing widen'd thus the Rent Madam said he I sign th' Account y 'ave brought Whilst I 've a Soul you will delight my thought Lovely you are and loving you have been Too kind your Beauty and your Love gave sin Enticing Beauties which undid us both Your self I love my sin I greatly loath The Heavens and Earth have joyn'd my Soul to save My disturb'd Father rests not in his Grave But haunts me Nightly nay the mighty Dean Hears I defile the Church with Life unclean And threatens me with everlasting Fire Nay more of me quickly to cleanse the Quire Destruction in both Worlds attends our Crime Oh! let us both repent and mend in time Sweet Penitence will cleanse your Noble Blood Madam I must forsake you for your good Else I am cruel to you and unjust I leave you with Regret but part we must Whilst thus he spoke her Eyes around him walk'd T' examine what provoking Monster talk'd Wonder Aversion held her silent long At length a Floud of Rage thus forc'd her Tongue Thou art to nothing soft or sweet a-kin Thy Father ne'er touch'd Flute or Violin No Woman bore thee from some Rock th' art sprung A Rock is able to repeat a Song Pity or Love never came near thy Heart More faithless than thy Fiddle-strings thou art Which for their Truth on alt'ring Air relie And as the Weather is are firm or flie Traytour I took thee'n Purse and Person bare When many a Wench of both had had their share Thy Finery thy graceful Part is mine And now forsooth I 've made him Great and shine With Earth and Heav'n he is in high Esteem His Father's Soul leaves Joys above for him Suppose a Soul from Earth to Heav'n can pass Wou'd it take such a Journey for an Ass Go for thy Ruine thy Lavinia wed Anchor on Needles seek thy floating Bread In the uncertain Air of windy Song In a great waving Town ne'er fixing long But what it lately lifted to the Skies Soon sinks to Hell as Humours fall or rise Shortly wrack'd Wretch split into Girls and Boys And swimming only on thy frail Employs Thou bitterly wilt curse our Parting Hour And wish once more my Heart were in thy Pow'r In vain Scorn only shalt thou have from me Then the tormenting haunting Memory Of my Endearing Love for ever lost Shall like a Restless Dire Infernal Ghost Freeze thee i' Bed and blast thee at thy Board Till thou' rt the verier Ghost and more abhorr'd This News will bring great Pleasure to my Ear And be the only Musick I shall bear Then she abruptly hurry'd from his Eyes Left him in Fears deep-studying soft Replyes Muse leave him too a Moment and attend The injur'd Fair to give her Griefs an End As drawn by Dragons home she swiftly whirl'd There on her Bed her lovely Body hurl'd Then sigh'd wept groan'd oft into Swoonings fell Oh! Love to what canst thou not Hearts compel Love drives this

with Gold Desiring him to use his happy Skill In her what highly pleas'd her to instill From him she had the best and sweetest shakes The words he in a modest sense mistakes And swiftly mounts to the hid mighty Snare Ah how the News struck the sick-longing Fair In Fan's Embraces she fell cold and wan Fan shriek'd the Maids in frights confus'dly ran To help their Lady and in shrieks as shrill Unknown gave bodings of great hastning Ill Which now trod lightly o'er their Ladies Face But in her Heart would shortly have their place Her rallying Spirits now defeat their Foes Her Paleness ebbs her Rosie Colour flowes Life Beauty Vigour get their former seat Now Fan calls Minnum and the Maids retreat 'Tween Minnum's Beauty and her inward Guilt Once more the fair One faints her Red is spilt Speechless she stood breathless almost awhile And only spoke his Welcome with a Smile That confus'd silent Interval was short Then in high Praise of him she made her Court O'er whelm'd the Youth with Praise he stagger'd bent Under th'oppressing Storm yet on she went Almost told all the Secrets of her Heart But rein'd her Words as they began to start In other Modes her Suit she then pursu'd And the fair Youth by Ostentation woo'd Of all her large richly-adorn'd Abode And her bright Closet thick with Jewels sow'd From Orbs of Rings a shining one she chose Loaded with Gems and on the Youth bestows The Present dazled yet it shot a Light Which of her Aims gave him imperfect sight Near her she seats him then a Song desires At once the Skreen and Fuel to their Fires Ah! in that Air how thick the Cupids flew How fast at both deep-piercing Darts they threw He sigh'd he trembled oft his Paper fell He sung but neither of 'em knew if well Yet all seem'd well though in or out of Tune He sung both sigh'd and languish'd on came Noon She staid consuming he inflam'd withdrew Both long'd and wish'd for a new Interview Which he next morning eagerly repeats And she more lavishly her Gifts and Treats Thus plainly challeng'd by the urging Fair High rose his Courage he begins to dare His Bosom almost burst with tort'ring Love Which now with Violence for Freedom strove Flew to its Tongue and almost forc'd its way But still a Tyrant Modesty had sway Which held in cruel Pangs his lab'ring Brest So tore his words their sence cou'd scarce be guess't Both talk'd but neither of 'em well knew what Songs were oft nam'd and were as oft forgot In tangling Clues of Beams their Eyes entwin'd By Wishes in all Parts they closely join'd But medling Modesty between 'em stept Oh with what Pains their Lips a distance kept Pulling against th' attraction of a kiss And throwing off th' encroaching rampant bliss In these intestine Bosom Fewds this Morn And some days more were idly lost and torn At length their Modesty to death was teiz'd And both took Resolutions to be eas'd He came with firm Decrees to break all Bars She for the same Design that hour prepares In Walls of Forms she 'd make no more Defence Which prolong'd War at her hearts great expence Her Troops are now in exact order spred In th' open naked Field of Love her Bed There like Aurora on a gentle Wave She Audience to her eager Lover gave Tempted beyond what mortal cou'd resist Her white hot Hand he seiz'd and hotly kiss'd Then pour'd out all his Soul Her rowling Eyes Sighs tender Pressings gave him kind replies Emboldned to her Bosom he advanc'd Then both a while in Raptures were entranc'd Only in Pantings and by silence spoke At length a murm'ring smoaking Flood out broke Of kindest Words hot Kisses Sighs and Tears Which bore down all his Modesty and hers All thoughts of Vertue and its guardian Pride Were chas'd away all Pleasure was enjoy'd Love's ripe and plenteous Vintage cou'd bestow And from plump luscious Grapes well prest cou'd flow That Day they part not nor the ensuing Night They melt down both in ravishing Delight Both often swore never to part in Mind And grieve their Bodies e'er shou'd be disjoyn'd Into each other wish their whole cou'd flow And by strong Roots firm to each other grow So joyn'd they are let what will step between Something has hold of both by Ties unseen For all Affairs and Locks and Walls too strong And will not let 'em be asunder long They gaz'd they sung they kiss'd the Morn away Love only by some forms ador'd by Day Made some Processions round his outward Courts Devout preparatives for close resorts At Night to his Recesses most conceal'd Where all his Sacred Mysteries were reveal'd CANTO II. LOng were they happy fifty times and more The Sun his daily Heats had gallop'd o'er And always found 'em hot as he and near Night as oft found 'em in a mad Career At length Fame with the Story chanc'd to meet Then it ran fast Than Fame no ill more fleet By travelling she thrives her Sinews grow She first sets out weak timorous and low But soon she far in Air begins to spread And fills the Earth while Clouds conceal her Head She is a vast swift Monster feather'd round But does not more in Plumes than Eyes abound Which rarely sleep than noisy Tongues which walk All Day in Shades yet waste the Night in talk From lofty Towers Realms from repose she frights And both in Fiction and in Truth delights O'er joy'd with babble she supplied the Crowd Things done things never done she sung aloud How this proud fair with Minnum cool'd her Fire And he for her forsook the Stage and Quire This Story sullied with Inventions foul The sluttish Goddess pour'd in every Bowl Plenteously mixt in every Dish in Town That at all Entertainments it went down At length she lights at the great Dean's Alcove And much inflames that Ecclesiastick Jove Said she has all Church-Lightning lost its Heat Church-Thunder lost its Bolts Can it but threat Is it but lowing Clouds and bleating Air A young Retainer to the Church shou'd dare To disgrace yours contemn the Church's sway And slight your lovely Niece Lavinia The brightest Prentice in the Change or Town Her Shop when she is there appears a Throne Her Yard-wand seems a Scepter in her Hand All the Town Gallants are at her Command She shuns 'em all and Minnum she adores Who melts his time himself with wanton Whores The mighty Church-Power heard enkindled fast His Verger to the Youth dispatch'd with hast Fly swift said he to this bold Debauchee Who wrongs at once the Church my Niece and me This will not much his handsome Mother please She promis'd better things of him than these That he in Song shou'd to high Fame attain Give the Quire Laws o'er all the Chanters reign By Marriage with my Niece he 's sure of Rule Cannot such Glory stir the stupid Fool What can he hope from Harlots Kissing Foes His Life they '

THE HISTORY OF THE Famous and Passionate LOVE BETWEEN A Fair Noble Parisian LADY AND A Beautiful Young Singing-MAN A Chanter in the Quire of Nôtre-Dame in Paris AND A SINGER in OPERA'S AN Heroic POEM In Two CANTO'S Being in Imitation of Virgil's DIDO and AENEAS and shews all the Passions of a Proud Beauty compell'd by Love to abandon her self to her Inferiour but finding some slights how she Reveng'd her self and recovered her Honor. Licensed January 26th 1692. LONDON Printed for R. T. near Sationers-Hall 1692. THE EPISTLE TO THE READER THis Poem was design'd for an Epsode to that called the DAENEIDS as that of Dido is to the AENEIDS but being long 't was thought by some if it was joyn'd with the other it wou'd give too great an interruption to that short Story and swell it too large for this Age which seems to have lost its taste of Poetry and must be dealt with as sick People are have a little at a time given 'em of what we wou'd have 'em swallow This Poem therefore is Printed by it self which it will very well bear being in it self an intire Story but there are several Lines in this and the other which will help to joyn 'em together if the Reader pleases Both of 'em are a kind of Burlesque directly contrary to that of Virgil Travestie for that makes a Hero and Heroine talk like Higlers or Costardmongers and this represents Priests Chanters and Vergers like Gods and Heroes I have in some places burlesqu'd some parts of Virgil in others endeavour'd to imitate him and elsewhere to translate him But I am no servile Translator I care not what the Laws of Translation are I am a Free-born Subject of England and will not be put in Fetters but by the Laws of the Kingdom I never say any man chain himself to an Author without spoiling both their meens Two men cannot row like Galley-Slaves lock'd together with a very good Grace I have also in this and the other Poem made bold with the Dean Quire Vergers and Church of Nôtre-Dame I have put the Priests in an English Dress and Pews into that Popish Church for the hearing of Sermons where perhaps none are preach'd but I have reason for this Confidence French men are our King's Subjects and ought to obey our Customs that Cathedral too was built by English therefore we have a right to Pews there and I hope we shall have the Possession o' some by the help of our King's Valour and Conduct It would be hard if we might not manage how we will for our Diversion the Pictures of a few French Priests France long Govern'd our Princes and Ministers of State and made our whole Nation a Jest This little Poem being part o' the DAENEIDS humbly flies for Refuge to the same great Person whither the other is gone And I take this opportunity of Addressing while the State permits him to be at leisure for these Trifles which sure will not be long in this Age so barren of great Men. And how much so ever he may love Repose he may venture on Business since he has an Vnderstanding to make all things easy to him AN Heroic POEM In Two CANTO'S Being in Imitation of Virgil's DIDO and AENEAS c. CANTO I. THE wealthy Cities insolently bomb'd The Towns in their own ashes deep entomb'd The Lands made desolate to People graves Or worse the Galleys to supply with Slaves All by that Royal Boutefeu's command His Vassals flatter with the name Le Grand Have some Revenge from proud Parisian Dames Who ruin Paris by their wanton Flames Fire Beds and Hearts melt Hills o' Money down Enslave the Men and almost sack the Town High among these a fair One shot her Light In Equipage in Robes in Beauty bright Lofty she was in Marriage Birth and Size Her terrible Commode besieged the Skies And threatned Stars as having need of none Brighter than Heaven she thought her Person shone Heaven one blue Robe one Sett o' Gems has worn Thousand o' years a want she had in scorn When she to Church Court Balls or Plays repair'd She in new Garments Modes and Jewels glar'd Fresh Roses hourly in her Cheeks were blown She was the lasting Summer of the Town Which never-failing Heat and Lustre gave Dazling the Fair inflaming all the Brave Thousands desir'd her thousands she desir'd For with a raging Flame her Blood was fir'd But Oh! the Wonder the whole Town sh ' embrac'd Hotly in Thought yet she in Fact was chast Vast numbers sought her Love and she sought theirs Spread for 'em and receiv'd 'em in her Snares But lodg'd not one or in her Arms or Heart Held by Religion to her great desert She thought her Beauty cou'd not be deserv'd So by her Pride her Honour was preserv'd Her self sh ' ador'd and all things else disdain'd Her lawless Pride o'er all her Vices reign'd Pride married her to a rich High-born Lord Sh' espous'd the Title but the Man abhor'd To this half Husband she half Duties paid Kept when a Wife the coldness of a Maid Her Kisses had no spirit warmth or taste And she was ravish'd when she was embrac'd This toyl so tiresome to him and unjust To Strumpets turn'd the torrent of his Lust With this enrag'd for a Revenge she sought Some gallant Lover worthy of her Thought But such a Man she fear'd was yet unborn All men to her seem'd made but for her scorn For Trophies to her Eyes so round she rov'd Wounding and killing curst yet much belov'd But pitying Fate at length the world reliev'd Made her the scorn o' those she long had griev'd The Church she much frequented and the Plays To be gaz'd on by all on all to gaze She found in both a dangerous ambuscade In lovely Minnum for her ruin laid So was the young inchanting Chanter nam'd For Angel's voice and Woman's beauty fam'd The Churches Flower the prettiest Scene in Plays Best decoration of the Opera's His voice entic'd her careless Eye to stray O'er his sweet Face where Cupids lurking lay Which as she gaz'd wou'd from each feature start And in her Veins dip an invenom'd Dart. Much pain she felt but what she wou'd not know For she abhor'd to think of love so low Yet something whisper'd in her Soul 't was Love To strangle the bold whisperer she strove As a malicious Poysoner of her ease This strife but gave more strength to her Disease Which grew apparent by a thousand Pains Glowed in her Bones and boil'd in all her Veins Smoak'd up in Sighs through all her Marrow spread From her fair Cheeks lick'd up the Rosy red Beat high in her disorder'd Pulse and Heart Wept in her Eyes and rag'd in every part Around her through her ran the melting Flame She plainly saw approaching Death or Shame Ah! now the Church she curst all Plays she damn'd And wou'd not see 'em more or hear 'em nam'd Churches and Prayers she banish'd from her thought