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son_n	brother_n	sister_n	wife_n	57,154	5	9.8443	5	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08628	Ovid de Ponto Containing foure books of elegies. Written by him in Tomos, a citie of Pontus, in the foure last yeares of his life, and so dyed there in the seaventh yeare of his banishment from Rome. Translated by W.S.; Epistulae ex Ponto. English	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Saltonstall, Wye, fl. 1630-1640.	1640 (1640)	STC 18939; ESTC S113742	65,593	138

heaven earth and Sea a●●ai●e Doth prophesie the threefold worke shall fall Then since all things to dissolution come W●y ●hou'dst thou for thy losse make such great mo●e He was a ●opefull Prince w●●le that he liv'd And from a Royall stocke he was deriv'd But he was mortall nor besi●es could he That still maintained warres be from dangers free For l●fe is given unto us most free Given to use without paying usury Nor on condition that we must repay It on a certaine but uncertaine day Fortune at pleasure doth our time dispence And both young men and old she taketh hence For through the world she abroad doth thunder By force crushing what she will bring under And being blind her selfe she in her pride In Chariot drawne with blind ●orses doth ride Yet take heed least complaints her wrath exci●e Doe not provoke a goddesse of such might For shee that so unkind to thee doth seeme Hath oftentimes more fovourable beene For you are nobly b●r●e and you have beene Enrich'd with t●o Sonnes and are great loves Queene And Caesar still victorious did come home And in his warres doth prosperously goe on And both the Neroes were their mothers joy They beate their enemies and did them de 〈◊〉 This Rhene and Alpine vales can t●stisie The River Itargus which blood did dye And Danubius Da●i●s Apul●s which nigh Pontus in the farthest part of the world doe lye Armenians put to 〈◊〉 Dalma●ians conquered Pannonicus on the high mountaines scattered And Germany to Romes subjection brought Behold her merit 's greater than her fault Besides thy Sonne was absent nor would she To view the death of t●y Sonne suffer thee And that griefe to thy mind might gently slow Thou by relation didst of thy losse know Besides thy feare thy sorrowes did prevent Because that he such dangers underwent That when of perils thou didst onely heare They put thy mind into a mazed feare Griefe did not suddenly on thy heart ceaze But when that feare had softend it by degrees Iupiter gave signes did ●is death betoken When Temples three were by his thunder stroken Iunoes Minervas whom nought can affright And Caesars were thunder stooke in the night The starres out of the heavens fled they say And Luciser forsooke his wonted way Lu●ifer through the world appeard to none Not morning starre did breake of day foreron The setting of this starre betokend than The following death of some great Noble man But 〈◊〉 thy other Sonne live till he be Old that he may afford comfort to thee May he live t●ose yeares were due to his brother Till Mother and Sonne both grow old together T●e gods I hope will make amends to thee After D●usus death to send prosperity Yet thou darst humour thy griefes which are grea● And cherishest an abstinence f●om meate And for some few houres thou werteven dead Although great Caesars selfe thee comforted Though he besought thee and did often chide And powerfull hot waters to thee appl●d Nor did thy Sonnes entreat●ies less● care shew To save his mothers life as he oug●t to doe To thy Husband and Sonne we beholding are Because that Livia lives still by their care Suppresse thy teares they cannot him recover Whom Charons fatall boate hath carried over Though Hectors brothers sisters wife and father And some Astyanax wayld his death together And his old mother they could not fetch him backe No ghost can be row'd o're the Stygian lake The truth hereof is in A●hillis found Whose bones lye buried in the Trojan ground For whom Panope unloosd her blew haire Enlarging her streame did shed many a teare With hundred goddesses and the old father O●eanus with his old wife together ●nd chiefely The●is yet all could not be So powerfull to make gods c●ange their decree Why doe I repeare ancient matters here Octa●●● for Marcellus sh●d many a ●eare And Caesar wept for both of them being dead And many teares before the people shed But deat●s seve●e doome is irrevocable No hand to lengthen ●●reds of life i● able Should he come from Avernian shores to thee He would speake in this manner valiantly Why dost count my yeares since that I did live To greater age than yeares to me did give For since brave actions doe make an old man I would have my age reckon'd by them They did fill up my age not yeares and I Wish a long ●●othfull age to my enemy The Neroes being my royall Ancestr● In Punicke warres s●ine might admonish thee And my being one of Caesars progeny Might shew you mother what my 〈◊〉 should be Yet my dissent desert encreased not But honours which I by myselfe have got For thus the Titles which I got read be Consull and Conquerour of Germany My Statue doth declare and shew the prai●● Of Conquests decked with Apolloes Bayes And I was sensible of m● Funerall Of the concourse of my friends and names were read Of all the Nations I had conquered And how the young men most officious were While they my hearse most solemnely did beare And lastly sacred Caesar praised me And my death drew teares from his Majesty Then why should any pitty me teares keepe This I en●reate for whom thou now dost weepe Drusus ghost in the shades below thinkes thus And of so great a man beleeve no lesse Thou hast one Sonne who stead of many may be And may thy eldest Sonne long live with thee Thou hast a husband and while he doth live It doth disgrace thee Livia thus to grieve FINIS

Caesar your Grandfather whose vertues were Such that he is now made a shining starre Verses partly the c●iefe maintain●rs be Of his most sa●red gracious memory Therefore if any wit ●emaine in me Germanicus it shall at thy service be Then being a Poet thou wilt not contemne A Poets love but judge e're thou condemne Wert thou not called to greater dignity The glory of the Muses thou wouldst be Thou wouldst rather give matter for verse than make Verses and yet thou canst not them forsake Now thou mak'st warre then in a verses measure Dost write those warre● thus warre is but thy pleasure And as Apoll● skild in Harpe and Bow So that both strings his sacred fingers know So learning is not wanting unto thee Nor Arts that suite with Principality But in thy royall mind Ioves Soveraignty Is mingled with the Muses Poetry Then since that we are banish'd from that Spring Which by a stroke of Pegasus hoofe did begin Let it availe me something that I am A Po●t and doe sacred rites maintaine That I may leave the Getes and shoa●es which are Subject to the Coralli who skins weare That if I must live banishd I may come To live in some place neerer unto Rome That I may celebrate your praise in verse And suddenly your glorious deedes rehearse And deare Suillui by earnest pr●yer require The gods to grant your Father in lawes desire ELEGIE IX To Gracinus Ovid from Euxine shoare not when he would Graecinus sends th●e health but whence he could I wish that it that morning may meete thee When thou receiv'st the Consuls dignity Since when thou as Consull shalt carri'd be To the Capitoll I shall not goe with thee ●ay my Letter on that day be receiv'd And so performe my duty in my stead But if to better fates I had beene borne And that my Fortunes had runne smoothly on I had saluted thee in presence then Which now my hand performeth by my pen And I would mingle kisses with each word Which should honour unto both of us afford I should be so proud if this day once came So that thy house could scarce my pride containe And while the Senate walked on each side I as a horseman should before thee ride And though I desir'd still next thee to abide I should be glad not to be next thy side I would endure the peoples throng and presse And to be throng'd so count it happinesse And I sh●uld also then rejoyce to s●e What troopes of people beare thee company And I who am mov'd with each vulgar sight To see thy purple robes should take delight And to see thy 〈◊〉 wrought with Imagery Which is carv'd on Numidian Ivory Then comming to the Tarpeian●ower againe While Sacrifices at thy command were slaine The god in the midst of it had heard me Giving thankes for giving me this dignity And giving Frankinsence with gratefull minde For joy of honour unto thee assign'd And amongst thy friends I should reckon'd be If the more gentle fates had sufferd me To be in the City so that what I doe Behold in thought I with my eyes might view But they were not pleasd and perhaps justly My cause of punishment why should I deny Yet in mind which cannot banisht be Thy purple robes and ornaments I see And how to people thou dost justice doe And thinke I me present at thy counsels too Or how the Cities rents are improv'd by thee And are cast up with much fidelity Or how in Senate thou mak'st an Oration Or for the publicke good holdst consultation Or how thou dost fat Oxen sacrifice To god-like Caesar for thy dignities And I wish when thy better prayers are made Thou would pray that their wrath might be allayd These words will make the flame rise from the fire Vpon the Altar and to mount up higher Till then ●le cease complaints and as I may When thou art Consull keepe a Holyday And this no lesse a cause of joy shall be That thy brother succeedes thee in dignity Thou on Decembers last dost it forsake He on the last of Ianuary shall it take Mutuall love shall you to joy encline You f●r your brothers honour he for thine Twice Consull you shall in each other be And double honour shall grace your family Which honour is so great that there can be In Martiall Rome no greater dignity Beside it is more honour unto thee To have such honour given by his Majesty And may Caesar still thinke you 〈◊〉 to be Worthy of such honour and dignity If winds stand faire to hoyst sayles doe not faile That my Ship out of Stygian waves may saile Graecinus Fla●cus did of late command And the Land about Ister in peace maintaind I le by the Mysia● people in fidelity And the Bow bearing Getes did terrifie By speedy valour he did Tr●●●es take And D●nub●ed with salvage blood did make ●nquire of him how 〈◊〉 doth lye And how I am frighted by the enemy Or if their shafts are dipt in Serpentsgall Or if that men for sacrifices fall Or that Pontus with cold be frozen over And that Ice many leagues of it doth cov●● Th●n aske how I am esteem'd and how I Doe spend the time here in hard misery I am not hated nor deserve to be My mind is not chang'd by adversity My mind enjoyes her owne tranquility Which hath beene praised heretofore by thee And thy speech retaines that old modesty Which was wont usuall in it to be Such I was and am where the enemy Gives to the sword the lawes validity So that Graecinus for many yeares none can Complaine of us not woman child nor man This makes the 〈◊〉 so kind to be Because the Country doth thinke well of me I Some wish I were gone since I it desire But for their owne sakes wish I may stay here Besides some publicke decrees extant be That doe give praise and priviledge to me And the Townes round about doe honour me Though glory doth not suite with misery Nor is my piety unknowne in this Land The Caesars pictures in my house doe stand His Sonnes Image and wives there placed be Equall to god-like Caesar in Majesty And to make up his family on each hand His Nephewes by Father and Mother side stand To these I pray and o●●er sacrifice When the day breaketh from the Easterne skies And if you aske● ●ll 〈◊〉 can testifie My pious duty and say I doe not lye Pontus knowes that with such sports as I may I here doe celebrate Caesars birth day Nor is my love to strangers lesser knowne If any from Propontus hither come Perhaps your brother heard thus much of me In whose rule Pontus enjoy'd liberty My fortune is unto my minde unlike Which makes my gifts and sacrifices ●light Nor doe I it to show my Piety But am pleasd to doe good in secresie Yet these things may come unto Caesars eare Who of all matters in the world doth heare Thou Caesar joyn'd to the