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A36625	Fables ancient and modern translated into verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, & Chaucer, with orginal poems, by Mr. Dryden.	Dryden, John, 1631-1700.; Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.; Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1313-1375.; Homer.	1700 (1700)	Wing D2278; ESTC R31983	269,028	604

and pow'rful Charms When yielded she lay curling in thy Arms Ev'n by thy Shame if Shame it may be call'd When Vulcan had thee in his Net inthrall'd O envy'd Ignominy sweet Disgrace When ev'ry God that saw thee wish'd thy Place By those dear Pleasures aid my Arms in Fight And make me conquer in my Patron 's Right For I am young a Novice in the Trade The Fool of Love unpractis'd to persuade And want the soothing Arts that catch the Fair But caught my self lie strugling in the Snare And she I love or laughs at all my Pain Or knows her Worth too well and pays me with Disdain For sure I am unless I win in Arms To stand excluded from Emilia's Charms Nor can my Strength avail unless by thee Endu'd with Force I gain the Victory Then for the Fire which warm'd thy gen'rous Heart Pity thy Subject's Pains and equal Smart So be the Morrows Sweat and Labour mine The Palm and Honour of the Conquest thine Then shall the War and stern Debate and Strife Immortal be the Bus'ness of my Life And in thy Fane the dusty Spoils among High on the burnish'd Roof my Banner shall be hung Rank'd with my Champions Bucklers and below With Arms revers'd th' Atchievements of my Foe And while these Limbs the Vital Spirit feeds While Day to Night and Night to Day succeeds Thy smoaking Altar shall be fat with Food Of Incence and the grateful Steam of Blood Burnt Off'rings Morn and Ev'ning shall be thine And Fires eternal in thy Temple shine This Bush of yellow Beard this Length of Hair Which from my Birth inviolate I bear Guiltless of Steel and from the Razour free Shall fall a plenteous Crop reserv'd for thee So may my Arms with Victory be blest I ask no more let Fate dispose the rest The Champion ceas'd there follow'd in the Close A hollow Groan a murm'ring Wind arose The Rings of Ir'n that on the Doors were hung Sent out a jarring Sound and harshly rung The bolted Gates flew open at the Blast The Storm rush'd in and Arcite stood agast The Flames were blown aside yet shone they bright Fann'd by the Wind and gave a ruffl'd Light Then from the Ground a Scent began to rise Sweet-smelling as accepted Sacrifice This Omen pleas'd and as the Flames aspire With od'rous Incence Arcite heaps the Fire Nor wanted Hymns to Mars or Heathen Charms At length the nodding Statue clash'd his Arms And with a sullen Sound and feeble Cry Half sunk and half pronounc'd the Word of Victory For this with Soul devout he thank'd the God And of Success secure return'd to his Abode These Vows thus granted rais'd a Strife above Betwixt the God of War and Queen of Love She granting first had Right of Time to plead But he had granted too nor would recede Jove was for Venus but he fear'd his Wife And seem'd unwilling to decide the Strife Till Saturn from his Leaden Throne arose And found a Way the Diff'rence to compose Though sparing of his Grace to Mischief bent He seldom does a Good with good Intent Wayward but wise by long Experience taught To please both Parties for ill Ends he sought For this Advantage Age from Youth has won As not to be outridden though outrun By Fortune he was now to Venus Trin'd And with stern Mars in Capricorn was join'd Of him disposing in his own Abode He sooth'd the Goddess while he gull'd the God Cease Daughter to complain and stint the Strife Thy Palamon shall have his promis'd Wife And Mars the Lord of Conquest in the Fight With Palm and Laurel shall adorn his Knight Wide is my Course nor turn I to my Place Till length of Time and move with tardy Pace Man feels me when I press th' Etherial Plains My Hand is heavy and the Wound remains Mine is the Shipwreck in a Watry Sign And in an Earthy the dark Dungeon mine Cold shivering Agues melancholy Care And bitter blasting Winds and poison'd Air Are mine and wilful Death resulting from Despair The throtling Quinsey 't is my Star appoints And Rheumatisms I send to rack the Joints When Churls rebel against their Native Prince I arm their Hands and furnish the Pretence And housing in the Lion's hateful Sign Bought Senates and deserting Troops are mine Mine is the privy Pois'ning I command Unkindly Seasons and ungrateful Land By me Kings Palaces are push'd to Ground And Miners crush'd beneath their Mines are found 'T was I slew Samson when the Pillar'd Hall Fell down and crush'd the Many with the Fall My Looking is the Sire of Pestilence That sweeps at once the People and the Prince Now weep no more but trust thy Grandsire's Art Mars shall be pleas'd and thou perform thy Part. 'T is ill though diff'rent your Complexions are The Family of Heav'n for Men should war Th' Expedient pleas'd where neither lost his Right Mars had the Day and Venus had the Night The Management they left to Chrono's Care Now turn we to th' Effect and sing the War In Athens all was Pleasure Mirth and Play All proper to the Spring and spritely May Which ev'ry Soul inspir'd with such Delight 'T was Justing all the Day and Love at Night Heav'n smil'd and gladded was the Heart of Man And Venus had the World as when it first began At length in Sleep their Bodies they compose And dreamt the future Fight and early rose Now scarce the dawning Day began to spring As at a Signal giv'n the Streets with Clamours ring At once the Crowd arose confus'd and high Ev'n from the Heav'n was heard a shouting Cry For Mars was early up and rowz'd the Sky The Gods came downward to behold the Wars Sharpning their Sights and leaning from their Stars The Neighing of the gen'rous Horse was heard For Battel by the busie Groom prepar'd Rustling of Harness ratling of the Shield Clatt ring of Armour furbish'd for the Field Crowds to the Castle mounted up the Street Batt'ring the Pavement with their Coursers Feet The greedy Sight might there devour the Gold Of glittring Arms too dazling to behold And polish'd Steel that cast the View aside And Crested Morions with their Plumy Pride Knights with a long Retinue of their Squires In gawdy Liv'ries march and quaint Attires One lac'd the Helm another held the Lance A third the shining Buckler did advance The Courser paw'd the Ground with restless Feet And snorting foam'd and champ'd the Golden Bit. The Smiths and Armourers on Palfreys ride Files in their Hands and Hammers at their Side And Nails for loosen'd Spears and Thongs for Shields provide The Yeomen guard the Streets in seemly Bands And Clowns come crowding on with Cudgels in their Hands The Trumpets next the Gate in order plac'd Attend the Sign to sound the Martial Blast The Palace-yard is fill'd with floating Tides And the last Comers bear the former to the Sides The Throng is in the midst The common Crew Shut out the Hall admits the better Few

In Knots they stand or in a Rank they walk Serious in Aspect earnest in their Talk Factious and fav'ring this or t' other Side As their strong Fancies and weak Reason guide Their Wagers back their Wishes Numbers hold With the fair freckl'd King and Beard of Gold So vig'rous are his Eyes such Rays they cast So prominent his Eagles Beak is plac'd But most their Looks on the black Monarch bend His rising Muscles and his Brawn commend His double-biting Ax and beamy Spear Each asking a Gygantick Force to rear All spoke as partial Favour mov'd the Mind And safe themselves at others Cost divin'd Wak'd by the Cries th' Athenian Chief arose The Knightly Forms of Combate to dispose And passing through th' obsequious Guards he sate Conspicuous on a Throne sublime in State There for the two contending Knights he sent Arm'd Cap-a-pe with Rev'rende low they bent He smil'd on both and with superiour Look Alike their offer'd Adoration took The People press on ev'ry Side to see Their awful Prince and hear his high Decree Then signing to the Heralds with his Hand They gave his Orders from their lofty Stand. Silence is thrice enjoin'd then thus aloud The King at Arms bespeaks the Knights and listning Crowd Our Sovereign Lord has ponder'd in his Mind The Means to spare the Blood of gentle Kind And of his Grace and in-born Clemency He modifies his first severe Decree The keener Edge of Battel to rebate The Troops for Honour fighting not for Hate He wills not Death shou'd terminate their Strife And Wounds if Wounds ensue be short of Life But issues e'er the Fight his dread Command That Slings afar and Ponyards Hand to Hand Be banish'd from the Field that none shall dare With shortned Sword to stab in closer War But in fair Combate fight with manly Strength Nor push with biting Point but strike at length The Turney is allow'd but one Career Of the tough Ash with the sharp-grinded Spear But Knights unhors'd may rise from off the Plain And fight on Foot their Honour to regain Nor if at Mischief taken on the Ground Be slain but Pris'ners to the Pillar bound At either Barrier plac'd nor Captives made Be freed or arm'd anew the Fight invade The Chief of either Side bereft of Life Or yielded to his Foe concludes the Strife Thus dooms the Lord Now valiant Knights and young Fight each his fill with Swords and Maces long The Herald ends The vaulted Firmament With loud Acclaims and vast Applause is rent Heav'n guard a Prince so gracious and so good So just and yet so provident of Blood This was the gen'ral Cry The Trumpets sound And Warlike Symphony is heard around The marching Troops through Athens take their way The great Earl-Marshal orders their Array The Fair from high the passing Pomp behold A Rain of Flow'rs is from the Windows roll'd The Casements are with Golden Tissue spread And Horses Hoofs for Earth on Silken Tap'ftry tread The King goes midmost and the Rivals ride In equal Rank and close his either Side Next after these there rode the Royal Wife With Emily the Cause and the Reward of Strife The following Cavalcade by Three and Three Proceed by Titles marshall'd in Degree Thus through the Southern Gate they take their Way And at the Lists arriv'd e'er Prime of Day There parting from the King the Chiefs divide And wheeling East and West before their Many ride Th' Athenian Monarch mounts his Throne on high And after him the Queen and Emily Next these the Kindred of the Crown are grac'd With nearer Seats and Lords by Ladies plac'd Scarce were they seated when with Clamours loud In rush'd at once a rude promiscuous Crowd The Guards and then each other overbare And in a Moment throng the spacious Theatre Now chang'd the jarring Noise to Whispers low As Winds forsaking Seas more softly blow When at the Western Gate on which the Car Is plac'd alost that bears the God of War Proud Arcite entring arm'd before his Train Stops at the Barrier and divides the Plain Red was his Banner and display'd abroad The bloody Colours of his Patron God At that self-moment enters Palamon The Gate of Venus and the Rising Sun Wav'd by the wanton Winds his Banner flies All Maiden White and shares the Peoples Eyes From East to West look all the World around Two Troops so match'd were never to be found Such Bodies built for Strength of equal Age In Stature siz'd so proud an Equipage The nicest Eye cou'd no Distinction make Where lay th' Advantage or what Side to take Thus rang'd the Herald for the last proclaims A Silence while they answer'd to their Names For so the King decreed to shun with Care The Fraud of Musters false the common Bane of War The Tale was just and then the Gates were clos'd And Chief to Chief and Troop to Troop oppos'd The Heralds last retir'd and loudly cry'd The Fortune of the Field be fairly try'd At this the Challenger with fierce Defie His Trumpet sounds the Challeng'd makes Reply With Clangour rings the Field resounds the vaulted Sky Their Vizors clos'd their Lances in the Rest Or at the Helmet pointed or the Crest They vanish from the Barrier speed the Race And spurring see decrease the middle Space A Cloud of Smoke envellops either Host And all at once the Combatants are lost Darkling they join adverse and shock unseen Coursers with Coursers justling Men with Men As lab'ring in Eclipse a while they stay Till the next Blast of Wind restores the Day They look anew The beauteous Form of Fight Is chang'd and War appears a grizly Sight Two Troops in fair Array one Moment show'd The next a Field with fallen Bodies strow'd Not half the Number in their Seats are found But Men and Steeds lie grov'ling on the Ground The Points of Spears are stuck within the Shield The Steeds without their Riders scour the Field The Knights unhors'd on Foot renew the Fight The glitt'ring Fauchions cast a gleaming Light Hauberks and Helms are hew'd with many a Wound Out spins the streaming Blood and dies the Ground The mighty Maces with such haste descend They break the Bones and make the solid Armour bend This thrusts amid the Throng with furious Force Down goes at once the Horseman and the Horse That Courser stumbles on the fallen Steed And floundring throws the Rider o'er his Head One rolls along a Foot-ball to his Foes One with a broken Truncheon deals his Blows This halting this disabl'd with his Wound In Trumph led is to the Pillar bound Where by the King's Award he must abide There goes a Captive led on t' other Side By Fits they cease and leaning on the Lance Take Breath a while and to new Fight advance Full oft the Rivals met and neither spar'd His utmost Force and each forgot to ward The Head of this was to the Saddle bent That other backward to the Crupper sent Both were by Turns unhors'd the