feet disturbe the lake And leaping with malicious motion moue The troubled mud which rising flotes aboue Rage quencht her thirst no more Latona sues To such base slaues but Goddesse-like doth vse Her dreadfull tongue which thus their fates imply'd May you for euer in this lake reside Her wish succeeds In loued lakes they striue Now sprawle aboue now vnder water diue Oft hop vpon the banke as oft againe Back to the water nor can yet restraine Their brawling tongues but setting shame aside Though hid in water vnder water chide Their voyces still are hoarce the breath they fetch Swels their wide throtes their iawes with railing stretch Their heads their shoulders touch no neck betweene As intercepted All the back is greene Their bellies euery part o're-sizing white Who now new Frogs in slimy pooles delight Thus much I know not by what Lycian said An other mention of a Satyre made By Phoebus with Tritena's reede o're-come Who for presuming felt a heauy doome Why doe you oh me from my selfe distract Oh! I repent he cry'd Alas this fact Deserues not such a vengeance Whilst he cry'd Apollo from his body stript his hide His body was one wound bloud euery way Streames from all parts his sinewes naked lay His bare veines pant his heart you might behold And all the fiuers in his brest haue told For him the Faunes that in the forrests keepe For him the Nymphs and german Satyres weepe His end Olympus famous then bewailes With all the shepheards of those hills and dales The pregnant Earth conceiueth with their teares Which in her penetrated womb she beares Till big with waters then discharg'd her fraught This purest Phrygian Streame a way out sought By down-falls till to toyling seas he came Now called Marsyas of the Satyres name The Vulgar these examples told returne Vnto the present for Amphion mourne And his poore issue All the mother hate Pelops alone laments his sisters fate While with torne garments he presents his woes The iuory peece on his left shoulder showes This fleshy was and coloured like the right Slaine by his fire the Gods his lims vnite His scattered parts all found saue that alone Which interpos'd the neck and shoulder bone They then with iuory supply'd th' vnsound And thus restored Pelops was made sound The neighboring princes meet the Cities neare Intreat their kings the desolate to cheare Pelops Mycaene Sparta th' Argiue State And Calydon not yet in Dian's hate Fertill Orehemenes Corinthus fam'd For high-priz'd brasse Messene neuer tam'd Cleona Patra Pylos Nelius crowne And Troezen not then knowne for Pittlâ—us towne With all that two-sea'd Isthâ—os Streights include And all without by two-sea'd Isthmos view'd Athens alone who would beleeu 't with-held Thee from that ciuill office war compeld Th' inhabitants about the Pontick coast Had then besieg'd thee with a barbarous hoast Whom Thracian Tereus with his Aids o'rethrew And by that victorie renowned grew Potent in wealth and people from the loynes Of Mars deriu'd Pandion Progne ioynes To him in marriage This nor Iuno blest Nor Hymen nor the Graces grac't that feast Eumenides the nuptiall tapers light At funerall fires and made the bed that Night Th' ill-boading Owle vpon the roofe was set Progne and Tereus with these omens met Thus parents grew The Thracians yet reioyce And thanke the Gods with harmonie of voyce The marriage day and that of Itys birth They consecrate to vniuersall mirth So lyes the good vnseene By this the Sun Conducting Time had through fiue Autumns run When flattering Progne thus allures her Lord. If I haue any grace with thee afford This fauour that I may my sister see Send me to her or bring thou her to me Promise my father that with swiftest speede She shall returne If this attempt succeede The summe of all my wishes I obtaine He bids them lanch his ships into the maine Then makes th' Athenian port with sailes and oares And lands vpon the wisht Pyraean shores Brought to Pandion's presence they salute The King with bad presage begins his sute For loe as he his wifes command recites And for her quick returne his promise plights Comes Phiâ—omela clad in rich array More rich in beauty So they vse to say The stately Naiades and Dryad's goe In Syluan shades were they apparrel'd so This sight in Tereus such a burning breeds As when we fire a heape of hoary reeds Or catching flames to Sun-dry'd stubble thrust Her face was excellent but in-bred lust Inrag'd his bloud to which those Climes are prone Stung by his countries fury and his owne He streight intends her women to intice And bribe her Nurse to prosecute his vice Her selfe to tempt with gifts his crowne to spend Or rauish and by warre his rape defend What dares he not thrust on by wilde desire Nor can his brest containe so great a fire Rackt with delay he Progue's sute renewes And for himselfe in that pretention sues Loue made him eloquent As oft as he Exceeded he would say Thus charged she And mouing teares as she had sent them sheds O Gods how dark a blindnesse ouer-spreds The soules of men whilst to his sin he climes They think him good and praise him for his crimes Euen Philomela wisht it with soft armes She hugs her father and with winning charmes Of her liues safety her destruction prest While Tereus by beholding pre-possest Her kisses and imbraces heat his blood And all afford his fire and fury food And wisht as oft as she her fire imbrac't He were her sire nor would haue been more chast He by their importunities is wrought She ouer-ioy'd her father thanks and thought Her selfe and sister in that fortunate Which drew on both a lamentable fate The labour of the Day now neere an end From steep Olympus Phoebus Steeds descend The boards are princely scru'd Lyans flowes In burnisht gold Then take their soft repose And yet th' Odrysian King though parted fries Her face and graces euer in his eyes Who parts vnseene vnto his fancy faines And feeds his fires Sleep flies his troubled braines Day vp Pandion his departing son Wrings by the hand and weeping thus begun Deare Son since Pietie this dew requires With her receiue both your and their desires By faith aliance by the Gods aboue I charge you guard her with a fathers loue And suddenly send back for all delay To me is death my ages onely stay And daughter 't is enough thy sister 's gone For pitty leaue me not too long alone As he impos'd this charge he kist with-all And drops of teares at euery accent fall The pledges then of promis'd faith demands Which mutually they giue their plighted hands To Progue and her little boy said he My Ioue remember and salute from me Scarce could he bid farewell sobs so ingage His troubled speech who dreads his soules presage â— As soone as shipt as soone as actiue ores Had mou'd the surges and remou'd the shores Shee 's ours with me my
Philomela flew And at his face the head of Itys threw Nor euer more than now desir'd a tongue Texpresse the ioy of her reuenged wrong He with lowd out-cryes doth the boord repell And cites the Furies from the depth of hell Now from his rising stomack striues to cast Th' abhorred food now weeps with griefe agast ' And calls himselfe his sons vnhappy tombe Then drawes his sword and through the guilty roome Pursues the Sisters who appeare with wings To cut the ayre and so they did One sings In woods the other neare the house remaines And on her brest yet beares her murders staines He swift with griefe and fury in that space His person chang'd Long tufts of feathers grace His shining crowne his sword a bill became His face all arm'd whom we a Lapwing name This killing newes ere halfe his age was spent Pandion to th' infernall Shadowes sent Erichtheus his throne and seepter held Who both in iustice and bold armes exceld To him his wife foure sons all hopefull bare As many daughters two surpassing faire Thee Cephalus thy Procris happy made But Thrace and Tereus Boreas nuptiall stayd The God belou'd Orithya wanted long While he put off his powre to vse his tougue His sute reiected horridly inclind To anger too familiar with that Wind. I iustly suffer this indignity For why said he haue I my armes laid by Strength violence high rage and awfull threats 'T is my dishonour to haue vs'd intreats Force me befits With this thick clouds I driue Tosse the blew billowes knotty Okes vp-riue Congeale soft snow and beat the earth with haile When I my brethren in the ayre assaile For that 's our field we meet with such a shocke That thundring skyes with our incounters rock And clowd-struck lightning flashes from on high When throught the crannies of the earth I flye And force her in her hollow caues I make The Ghosts to tremble and the ground to quake Thus should I haue wood with these my match haue made Erichtheus should haue been compeld not pray'd Thus Boreas chaâ—â— or no lesse storming shooke His horrid wings whose ayery motion strooke The earth with blasts and made the Ocean rore Trayling his dusky mantle on the flore He hid himselfe in clouds of dust and caught Belou'd Orithya with her feare distraught Flying his agitated fires increast Nor of his ayerie race the raignes supprest Till to the walled Cicones he came Two goodly Twins th' espous'd Athenian Dame Gaue to the Icie author of her rape Who had their fathers wings and mothers shape Yet not so borne Before their faces bare The manly ensignes of their yellow haire Calais and Zetes both vnplumed were But as the downe did on their chins appeare So foule-like from their sides soft feathers bud When youth to action had inflam'd their blood In the first vessell with the flower of Greece Through vnknowne seas they sought the Golden Fleece OVID'S METAMORPHOSIS The seuenth Booke THE ARGVMENT MEn Dragons teeth produce Wing'd Snakes their yearâ— By odors cast A seire branch Oliues beares Drops sprout to Flowres Old Aeson yong became So Libers Nurses An old Sheepe a Lambe Cerambus flies A Snake a snake-like Stone An Oxe a Stag. Sad Mera barks vnknowne Hornes front the Coâ—â— dames The Telchines All change A Doue-turn'd Maid The hard to please Becomes a Swan His mother Hyrie weepes Into a Lake High-mounting Combe keepes Her son-sought Life A King and Queene estrang'd To flightfull Foule Cephilus Nephew changd Into a Seale Eumâ—lus daughter flees Through tracelesse regious Men from Mushrumpe rise Phinius and Periphas light wings assume So Polyphemous neece From Cerberns spume Springs Aconite Iust Earth a graue denies To Scyrons bones which now in rocks â—â—ise Arne a Chough Stout Myrmidons are borne Of toyling Ants. The late reiected Morne Masks Cephalus The Dog that did pursus And Beast pusu'de two mâ—rblâ— Statues grew VVIth Pagasaean keele the Minyae plow The curling waues and pâ—â—neus see who now In endlesse night his needy age consumes The youthfull sons of Boreas rais'd with plumes Those greedy Harpyes with tho virgin face Far-off from his polluted table chace They vnder Iason hauing suffer'd much At length the banks of slimy Phasis touch Now Phryxus fleece the hardy Minyae aske And from the King receiue a dreadfull taske Meane-while Aeâ—tias fries in secret fires Who strugling long with ouer-strong desires When reason could not such a rage restraine She said Medea thou resists in vaine Some God vnknowne with-stands What will this proue Or is it such as others fancie Iouo Why seeme the Kings commands so too seuere And so in truth they be Why should I feare A strangers ruine neuer seene before Whence spring these cares Why feare I more and more These furies from thy virgin brest repell Wretch if thon canst Could I I should be well A new-felt force my striuing powers inuades Affection this discretion that perswades I see the better I approue it too The worse I follow Why shouldst thou pursue A husband of an other world that art Of royall birth Our country may impart A choice as worthy If this forrein mate Or liue or dye 't is in the hands of fate Yet may he liue I such a sute might moue To equall Gods although I did not loue For what hath Iason done his hopefull Youth Would moue all hearts that were not hard to ruth His birth his valour Set all these apart His person would I am sure it moues my heart Yet should not I assist the flaming breath Of Bulls would blast him or assaults of death Spring vp in armes from Tellus hostill womb Or else the greedie Dragon proues his tomb This suffer and thou hast a heart of stone Borne of Tygresse and more sauage growne Yet why stand I not by behold him slaine And with that spectacle my eyes profane Adde fury to the Bulls to th' Earth-borne ire And sleeplesse Dragon with more spleene inspire The Gods forbid yet rather helpe than pray My fathers kingdome shall I then betray And saue this fellow whom I hardly know That sau'd by me he should without me goe Marry an other and leaue me behind To punishment could he proue so vnkind Or for an other my deserts neglect Then should he dye Such is not his aspect The clearnesse of his mind his euery grace To seare deceit or censure him so base Besides before hand he shall plight his troth And bind the contract by a solemne oath What need thou doubt goe on delay decline Obliged Iason will be euer thine Hymen shall crowne and mothers celebrate Their sons Protectresse through th' Achaian State My sister brother father country Gods Shall I abandon for vnknowne abodes Austere my father barbarous my land My brother a child my sisters wishes stand With my desires the greatest God of all My brest inshrines What I forsake is small Great hopes I follow To receiue the grace for Argo's safetic know a better place And
vnhappy wombe T' his siny fruitfull Ruin'd Troy descends And sad successe the publike sorrow ends Yet they are ended â—lium alone â—o vs remaines our sorrowes freshly grone â—erst so potent and so fortunate 〈◊〉 husbands sons and height of humane State 〈◊〉 exile now am hal'd despis'd and torne 〈◊〉 my owne sepulchers from Phrygia borne 〈◊〉 serue Penelope that while I sew 〈◊〉 spin at her commandement she may shew Her slaue to Ithacensian dames and say Loe Hectors mother Priam's Hecuba My sorrowes sole reliefe so many lost Is offered to appease an hostile Ghost Infernall sacrifices to the dead Euen to my foe my cursed wombe hath bred Hard heart why break'st thou not What hopes ingage Thy expectation Mischienous Old-age For what reseru'st thou me You cruell Powres Why lengthen you a poore old womans howres To see new funerals O Priam I May call thee happy after ruin'd Troy Happy in death Thou seest not this sad fate Thou lost thy life together with thy state Rich funerals attend thee royall Maid And by thy Ancestors thou shalt be laid O no! thy mothers teares a heape of sand Must now content thee in a forreine land All all is lost Yet liues a little Boy My last and youngest ioy when I could ioy For whom I condescend to lieu a space Here foster'd by the courteous King of Thrace Meane while why stay we with the cleansing floud To wash these wounds and lookes besmear'd with bloud Then with an aged pace her horie haires All tâ—ne and scattred to the Sea repaires And while the wretched said You Troades A pitcher being to draw the brinish Seas She saw th' eiected corps of Polydore Stucke full of wounds vpon the beachie shore The Ladies shâ—eeke the dumbe with sorrow stood Internall griefe her voice her teares her blood At once deuout'd And now as if intranc't Stares on the earth sometimes to Heauen aduanc't Her scouling browes oft on his visage gaz'd But oftner on his wounds By anger rais'd Arm'd and instructed all on vengeance bent Still Queene-like destinates his punishment And as a Lyonesse rob'd of her young Persues the vnseene-hunters steps so stung With fury when her sorrow with her rage Had ioyn'd their powers vnmindfull of her age But not of former greatnesse ran with speed To Polymnestor author of this deed And crauing conference the Tyrant told How she would shew him summes of hidden gold To giue her Polydor. This held for true He thusty of his prey with her with-drew And flattering her thus craftily begun Delay not Hecuba t' inrich thy son By all the Gods we iustly will restore What thou shalt giue and what thou gau'st before She with a truculent aspect beheld The falsely swearing King with anger swel'd Then calls the captiue dames vpon him flyes Who hides her fingers in his periur'd eyes Extracts his eye-balls more then vsuall strong With thirsty vengeance and the sense of wrong Her hand drownes in his skull the roots vp-tore Of this lost sight imbrued with guilty gore The men of Thrace incensed for their King Weapons and stones at Hecuba now fling She gnarling bites the followed flints her chaps For speech extended barke Of whose mis-hapâ— That place is nam'd She mindfull of her old Mis-fortunes in Sithonian deserts howld Kinde Troians Grecian foes both loue and hate Yea all the Gods commiserate her fate So all as Iuno did to this descend That Hecuba deseru'd not such an end Auroâ—a had no leasure to lament Although those armes she fauour'd the euent Of Troy or Hecuba Domesticall And nearer griefe affilicts her for the fall Of Memnon who Achiâ—es lance imbru'd In Phrygian fields This as the Goddesse view'd The rosie die that deckt the Mornes vp-rise Grew forth with pale and clouds immur'd the skies Nor could indure to see his body laid On funerall flames but with her haire displaid As in that season to high Ioâ—â— repaires And kneeling thus with teares vnfolds her cares To all inferior whom the skie sustaines For mortals rarely honour me with Fanes A Goddesse yet I come not to desire Shines Festiuals nor Altars fraught with fire Yet should you weigh what I a woman doe That Night confine and sacred Day renue I ment such such sute not now our state Nor such desires infect the desolate Of Memnon rob'd who glorious armes in vaine Baâ—â— toâ— his vnkle by Acâ—â—lles slaine In slowâ—â— of youth so would you Gods come I. O chiefe of powers a mothers sorrow by Some honour giuen him lessen death with fame Recomâ—oâ—t Ioue assents When greedy flame Deuour'd the funerall Pile and curling fumes Day ouer-cast as when bright Sol assumes From streames thicke vapours nor is seene below The flying dying sparkles ioyntly grow Into one body Colour forme life spring To it from fire which leuity doth wing First like a Fowle forth-with a Fowle indeed Innumerable sisters of that breed Together whiske their feathers Thrice they round The funerall Pile thrice raise a mournfull sound In two battalions then diuide their flight And like two strenuous nations fiercely fight Their opposites with beake and tallons rend Cuffe with their wings in sacrifice descend Now dying on the ashes of the dead Remembring they were of the valiant bred These new-sprung Fowle men of their author call Memnonides No sooner Sol through all The Signes returnes but they reioyne againe In ciuill warre and dye vpon the slame While others therefore doe commiserate Pooâ—e barking Hecuba in her chang'd fate Aurora her owne griefe intends renewes Her pious teares which fall on earth in dewes Yet fates resist that all the hopes of Troy Should perish with her towres The Son and Ioy Of Cythereâ— with his houshold Gods And aged Sire his pious shoulders lodes Of so great wealth he onely chose that prize And his Ascanius from Auâ—andâ—as flies By seas and shuns the wicked Thracian shore Defil'd with bloud of murdered Polydeâ— With prosperous winds arriuing with his traine At Phoebus towne where Anius then did raigne Apollo's holy Priest who with the rest Into the Temple leads his honour'd Guest The City with the sacred places showes And â—ees held by Latona in her throwes Inâ—ense on flames and wine on incense powr'd Entraâ—les of slaughtered beeues by fire deuour'd His Guests conducts to Court on carpet spred With Ceres and Lyaeus bounty fed When thus Anchâ—ses ô to Phoebus deare I am deceiu'd or when I first was here Foure daughters and a son thy solace crown'd He shooke his head with sacred fillets bound And sighing said ô most renoun'd of men I was the father of fiue children then Whom now such is the change of things you see Halfe childlesse for my absent sonne to mee Iâ— of small comfort who my Vice-roy raignes Iâ—sea-girt Andros which his name retaines Him Delius with proâ—hetick skill inspir'd A gift past credit still to be admir'd My daughters Bacâ—has gaue aboue their sute That all they toucht should presently transmute To wine to come and to Minerua's oile Rich
so to Theseus Peleus name Stoopes to Achilles That I may confer Th' illustrious to their equalls Iupiter So Saturne tops Iouâ— rules the arched Skie And triple-World thâ— Earths vast Monarchie T' Augustus bowes both Fathers and both sway You Gods Aeneas mates who made your way Through fire and sword you Gods of men become Quirinus Father of triumphant Rome Thou Mars inuincible Quirinus Sire Chast Vâ—sta with thy euer-burning fire Among great Caesars Houshold-Gods inshrin'd Domesticke Phoebus with his Vesta ioyn'd Thou Ioue Whom in Tarpeian towres we adore And you all you whom Poets may implore Slow be that day and after I am dead Wherein Augustus of the world the Head Leauing the Earth shall vnto Heauen repaire And 〈◊〉 those that seeke to him by prayer And now the Worke is ended which Ioue's rage Nor Fire nor Sword shall raze nor eating Age. Come when it will my deaths vncertaine howre Which only of my body hath a powre 〈…〉 Part transcend the skier And my immortall name shall neuer die For where-so-ere the Roman Eagles spread Their conquering wings I shall of all be read And if we Prophets truly can diuine I in my liuing Fame shall euer shine planations With these I had thought in their seuerall places to haue charged the margent but the hastinesse of the Presse and vnexpected want of leasure haue preuented me The same reason may serue for diuers slips aed errours which I not only know but acknowledge Yet if the too cleanly Criticke sweepe not all the dust together and lay it on one heape it may perhaps be hardly discerned howsoeuer borne-with in so long and interrupted a labour A ABantiades pag. III. vers 7. Actisius the Sonne of Abas King of Argos Abantiades pag. 117. vers 4 and pag. 124. vers 25. and pag. 128. vers 21. Perseus great grand-childe to Abas Acheloides the Syrens daughters to Achelous Acheron a Riuer in Hell and signifies depriuation of Ioy. Acrisionides Perseus grand-childâ— to Acrisius Actorides pag. 212. vers 20. Euritus and Creatus the sonnes of Actor Actorides pag. 359. vers 13. Patroclus grand-childe to Actor The Aeacides pag. 188. vers 19. Peleus Telamon and Phocus sonnes to Aeacus Aeacides pag. 297. vers 7. and 32. pag. 302. vers 6. Peleus the son of Aeacus Aeacides pag. 321. vers 21. and thence-forth Achillles the grand-childe of Aeacus Aello one of the Harpyes Aeetias Mâ—dea the daughter of Aeeta Aegides Theseus the sonne of Ae geus Aegis Minerua's shield Aeolian Virgin pag. 149. vers 24. Arne the daughter of Aeolus Aeolides pag. 107. vers 31. Athamas the sonne of Aeolus Aeolides pag. 194. vers 20. Cephalus the grandchild of Aeolus Aeolides pag. 250. vers 17. Macareus and Canace the sonne and daughter of Aeolus Aesonides Iason the sonne of Aeson Agenorides Cadmus the sonne of Agenor 〈◊〉 Otus and Ephialtes got by Neptune on the wife of Aloeus Alcides a name of Hercules which signifies strength Amâ—zonian Heros Hippolytus sonne to Hippolyte the Amazonian Amiclydes Hyacinthus the sonne of Amyclas Amphritâ—ite the daughter of Oceanus and wife to Neptune taken for the Sea Amphitryonides Hercules the son of Amphitryo Ampycides Mopsus the sonne of Ampycus Anubis an Idoll of the Aegyptians with the head of a dog Apis. a blacke Oxe spotted with white worshipped by the Aegyptians in remembrance of Osiris Aphrodites a name of Venus in that sprung from the foam of the Sea Arcturus a Star in the taile of the Greater Beare Astraea Iustice so called of Astraeus a most iust Prince Astraean sons The winds sons to the Gyant Astraenâ— Athamantiades Palaemon the sonne of Athamas Atlantiades pag. 24. vers 8 and pag. 48. vers 13. Mercurie the grand-childe of Atlaâ— Atlantiades pag. 102. vers 23. Hermaphroditus the sonne of Mercurie and great grand-childe of Atlas Atracides Caeneus so called of Atrax a Citie of Thessalie Atrides Agamemnon sometimes Menelaus both sonnes to Atreus Auernian Iuno Proserpina Auernus a lake in hell oâ—er which no birds can flie without falling Autonoeius Actaeon the sonne of Autonoe Gadmus daughter Auster The South-wind B BAcchiadae the off-spring of Bacchia the Corinthian Bacchanals Women solemnizing the feast of Bacchus Belides the Necces of Belus and daughters of Danaus Berecynthian pag. 293. vers 9. Midas of Berecynthus a Citie of Phrygia Bootes the Star that followes Charles Waine Boreas the North-wind Bromius a name of Bacchus which signifies raging Bubastis an Aegyptian Goddesse companion to Isis C CArpathian Prophet Proteus a God of the Sea Cecropides the daughters of Cecrops King of Athens Centaures said to be halfe men and halfe beasts in that they were the first that rid on horses Cerastae men with hornes Cerberus the Hell-bound with three heads signifing a deâ—ourer of the dead Chimaera a monster hauing the face of a woman the body of a goat and the taile of a Serpent Colchis Medea so called of Colchis where shee was borne Crataeis daughter Sâ—ylla Cyclades Ilands in the Aegaean Sea dispersed in forme of a cycle Cyclops Giants and sons of Neptune so called of the round eye which they had in their fore-hâ—ads Cyclopâ—an darts Thundâ—r and Lightning forged by the Cyclops Cyllenius a name of Mercuric in that borne on the hill Cyllene Cynthius Cynthia names of Apollo and Diana of Cynthus a hill in Delo where they were borne Cyprides a names of Venus of the Iland of Cyprus where shee was worshipped Cytherea a name of Venus of the Iland Cythera dedicated to Venus D DAnaean Heros Perseus the son of Dance Dâ—rdan Prophet Helenus the son of Prianâ— Hymen the God of marriage sometimes takèn for marriage Hyperion sometimes taken for the Sun sometimes for the father of the Sun I IAcchus a name of Bacchus which signifies clamour Iapetonides Atlas the sonne of Iapet Idalia Venus of Idalia a hill in Cyprus where she had her groues Ilia des pag. 267. vers 4 Ganymed grand-child to Ilus Iliades pag. 412. vers 18. Romulus descended from Ilus Ilithyia a name of Lucina Goddesse of child birth Inachis pag. 21. vers 30. Iö the daughter of Inachus Inachides pag. 26. vers 19. Epaphus the sonne of Iö and grand-child of Inachus Inachides pag. 115. vers 5. Perseus The Argolians being so called of the riuer Inachus Iö an acclamation of joy where it stands not for Io the daughter of Inachus Iris. the Raine-bow Ismenides Ismenians Thebans so called of Ismenus a riuer of Boeotia Ithacus Vlysses of the land Ithaca where he was borne Iülus a name of Ascanius L LEmnian issue pag. 55. vers 22. Erichthonius son to Vulcan who dwelt in Lemnos Lenaeus a name of Bacchus of the vessell that receiues the wine from the presse Lethe a riuer of Hell and signifies forgetfulnesse Liber a name of Bacchus in that wine sreeth the heart from sorrow Lucifer the Morning Starre Lyaeus a name of Bacchus the same with Liber M MAeandrius Caunus grand-child by the mothers side to the riuer Maeander Maedusean Herse Pegasus sprung from the bloud of Medusa Maeonidae the Muses Of Maeonia where they dwelt Paeons the daughters of Pierus so called of the woods of Paeonia which they frequented Palladium the Image of Pallas Paphian Heros Pigmalion of Paphos Pelides Achilles the son of Peleus Persephone The same with Proserpina Phasias a name of Medea from the riuer Phasts Phegides Themenus and Axion the sonnes of Phegeus Pheres hope Admetus the son of Pheres Phlegeton a burning river in hell Phoebus Phoebe names of the Sun and Moone in regard of their splendor Phorcydes the daughter of Phorcus Phoronis Iô the sister of Phoroneus Pleias Maia one of the Pleiades and mother to Mercury Pleiones Nephew Mercury grand-childe to Pleione the wife of Atals Poeans Heire Poeantius Philoctetes the sonne of Paean Prâ—amides pag. 355 vers 32. Hector the son of Priamus Promerhides Deucalion the sonne of Prometheus Properides Infamous women of Cyprus Q QVirinus a name of Romulus Quirites Romans so called of Quirinus R RHamnusia a name of Nemesis of the city Rhamnus where she badher Temple S SAturnius Saturnia Iupiter and Iuno the sonne and daughter of Saturne Smintheus a name of Apollo for destroying of mice Sol. the Sun Stygian shades Hell socalled of Styx an infernall riuer T TAntalides pag. 348. vers 15. Agamemnon grand-child to Tantalus Taygeta one of the Pleiades or seven Starres Tellus the Earth Teucrans Troians descended of Teucer Thaumantias Iris the daughter of Thaumas Thâ—spiades the Muses of Thesplae a City neere Helicon Thestiadae Toxeus and Plexippus the sonnes of Thestius Thestias Althaea the daughter of Thestius Thestorides Chalcas the son of Thestor Thyen Bacchus of Thyone a name of his mother Semele Thyrsus a Iauelin woond with Iuy borne by Bacchus Titan. a name of the Sun from his mother Titea whose 45. children were generally called by the name of Titans Titania p. 14. v. 19 Pyrrha descended of the Titans Titania pag. 67. vers 19. and pag. 179. vers 5. Diana grand-child to Titaea Titania pag. 157. vers 11. Latona daughter to Coeus one of the Titans Titania pag. 386. vers 13. Circe descended of the Titans Triones the seuen stars that turne about the Pole Triopeius Eresichâ—hon the sonne of Triopas Tritonia Pallas so called for her wisdome Troades the women of Troy Tydides Diomedes the sonne of Tydeus Tyndaridae Castor and Pollux the sons of Tyndarus Tyrinthian Hercules of Tyrus V VVlcans seed pag. 186. vers 19. Periphaâ—us Z ZEphyruâ—â—the West-wind FINIS Trist â—libâ— Elegia 6. Controu 10. Hist lib. 2. In Ose cap â— De Cursâ— Deâ— In Natricia 〈…〉 〈…〉 In Heroibus In praesar Comment In Principio Additionum
banks of Inachus shee stray'd Her Fathers banks where she so oft had play'd Beholding in his streame her horned head She starts and from her selfe selfe-frighted fled Her Sisters nor old Inachus her knew Which way so-ere they went she would pursue And suffer them to stroke her and doth moue Their wonder with her strange expressed loue He brought her Grasse She gently lickt his hands And kist his palmes nor longer teares withstands And had shee then had words shee had display'd Her Name her Fortunes and implor'd his ayde For words she letters with her foot imprest Vpon the Sand which her sad change profest Wo's me cry'd Inachus his armes he throwes About her snowy Necke O woe of woes Art thou my daughter throughout all the Round Of Earth so sought that now vnsought art found Lesse was thy losse lesse was my miserie Dumbe wretch alas thou canst not make reply Yet as thou canst thou dost thy lowings speake And deop-fetcht sighes that from thy bosom breake I ignorant prepar'd thy marriage bed My hopes a Sonne-in-law and Nephewes fed Now from the Heard thy issue must descend Nor can the length of time my sorrowes end Accurst in that a God Deaths sweet reliefe Hard fates denie to my immortall griefe This said his Daughter in that shape belou'd The Star-ey'd Argus farre from thence remou'd When mounted on a hill the warie Spie Suruayes the Playnes that round about him lie The King of Gods those sorrowes she indur'd Could brooke no longer by his fault procur'd But calls his sonne of fulgent Pleias bred Commanding him to cut off Argus head He wings his heeles puts on his Felt and takes His drowsie Rod the Towre of Ioue forsakes And winding stoops to Earth The changed God His Hat and Wings layes by retaynes his Rod With which he driues his Gotes like one that feeds The bearded Heard and sings this slender Reeds Much taken with that Art before vnknowne Come sit by me said Argus on this stone No place affordeth better Pastorage Or shelter from the Sunnes offensiue rage Pleas'd Atlantiades doth him obay And with discourse protracts the speedy Day Then singing to his Pipes soft melody Endeuors to subdue each wakefull eye The Herds-man striues to conquer vrgent sleepe Though seiz'd on halfe the other halfe doe keepe Obseruant watch He askes who did inuent With that he yawn'd that late-found Instrument Then thus the God his charmed eares inclines Amongst the Hamadryd's and Nonacrines On cold Arcadian Hils for beautie fam'd A Naias dwelt the Nymphs her Syrinx nam'd Who oft deceiu'd the Satyres that pursu'd The rurall Gods and thâ—se whom woods include In exercises and in chast desire Diana like and such in her attire You either in each other might behold Her Bow was Horne Diana's was of Gold Yet oft mistooke â—ar crown'd with Pines returning From steep Lyeaus saw her and Ioue-burning Thus said Faire Virgin grant a Gods request And be his Wife She would not heare the rest But fled from the despis'd as from her shame Till to smooth â—adon's sandy banks shee came There stopt implores the liquid Sisters aid To change her shape and pitty a fore't Maid â—an when he thought he had his Syrinx claspt Betweene his arms Reeds for her body graspt He sighs they stir'd there-with report againe â— mournefull sound like one that did complaine â—apt with the musick Yet O sweet said he Together euer thus conuerse will we Then of vnequall wax-ioyn'd Reeds he fram'd This seuen-fold Pipe of her 't was Syrinx nam'd The sly Cyllenius thus discoursing spyes â—ow leaden sleep had seal'd-vp all his eyes Then silent with his Magick rod he strokes Their languisht lights which sounder sleep prouokes And with his Fawchion lops his nodding head Whose bloud besmear'd the hoarie Rock with red â—here lyes he of so many lights the light â—ut forth his hundred eyes set in one night â—et that those starry iewels might remayne â—turnia fixt them in her Peacocks trayne Inslam'd with anger and impatient haste Before sad â—oÌ„s eyes and thoughts shee plac't Erynnis Snakes and through the World doth driue The conscience-stung affrighted Fugitiue Thou Nile to her long toyle an end didst yeeld Approaching thee shee on thy margent kneel'd Her looks such as shee had to heauen vp-throwes With tears sighs sounds expressing worldlesse woes â—hee seemed Ioue t' accuse as too ingrate And to implore an end of her hard fate â—e clips his Wife and her intreats to free â—he vniustly plagu'd Be confident said he â—hee neuer more shall cause thy griefe or feare His vow he bids the Stygian Waters heare Appeas'd the Nymph recouer'd her first looke Sofaire so sweet the haire her skin forsooke Her horns decrease large eyes wide iawes contract Shoulders and hands againe become exact Her hooues to nailes diminish nothing now But that pure White retaynes shee of the Cow Then on her feete her body she erects Now borne by two Her selfe she yet suspects Nor dares to speake alowd lest she should heare Her selfe to low but softly tries with feare Now thee a Goddesse is ador'd by those That linnen weare where sacred Nilus flowes Hence sprung Ioue's Epaphus no lesse diuine Whose Temples next vnto his Mother's ioyne Equall in yeeres nor equall spirit wants The Sunne-got Phacton who proudly vants Of his high Parentatge nor will giue place Inachides puts on him this disgrace Foole thou thy Mother trusts in things vnknowne And of a Father boasts that 's not thy owne Vext Phaëton blusht his shame his rage repels Who straight to Clymene the slander tels And Mother said he to your grieses increase I free and late so fiery held my peace Asham'd that such a tainture should be lay'd Vpon my bloud that could not be gayn-said But if I be discended from aboue Giue proofe thereof and this reproach remoue Then hangs about her necke by her owne Head By Merope's her Sisters nuptiall bed Inn eats her to produce some certaine gage That might assure his question'd parentage Mou'd with her sonnes intreaty more inflam'd With indignation to be so defam'd She casts her armes to heauen and looking on His radiant Orbe thus said I sweare my son By yoâ— faire Taper that so bright appeares With far-proiected beames who sees and heares That Sun whom thou behold'st who light and hear Affords the informed World did thee beget If not may he to me deny his sight And to my eyes let this be his last light Nor far-remoued doth his Palace stand His first-vprise confines vpon our Land If that thy heart doe serue thee thither goe And there thy Father of thy Father know Hereat ioy'd Phacton enlightned grew Whose towring thoughts no lesse than Heauen pursew His Aethiopia past and Ind which fries With burning beames he climes the Sun's vprise OVID'S METRAMORPHOSIS The second Booke THE ARGVMENT RAsh Phaeton fires the World His sisters mourne Hu Tragedie who into Poplars turne Their teares to Amber Cygnus to a Swan Ioue Phoebe-like Calisto found a
The King his sonne to seeke his daughter sent Fore-doomed to perpetuall banishment Except his fortune to his wish succeed How pious and how impious in one deed Earth wandred-through Ioue's thefts who can exquire He shuns his Country and his Fathers ire With Phoebus Oracle consults to know What Land the Fates intended to bestow Who thus In desart fields obserue a Cow Yet neuer yoaâ—t nor seruile to the plow Follow her slow conduct and where shee shall Repose there build the place Boeotia call Scarce Cadmus from Castalian Caue descended When he a Hecfer saw by no man tended Her neck vngall'd with groning seruitude The God ador'd he foot by foot pursew'd Cephisus floud and Panope now past Shee made a stand to heauen her fore-head cast With loftie horns most exquisitely faire Then with repeated lowings fild the Ayre Looks back vpon the company sheeled And kneeling makes the tender grasse her bed Thanks-giuing Cadmus kift the vnknowne ground The stranger fields and hills saluting round About to sacrifice to heauen's high King He sends for water from the liuing Spring A Wood there was which neuer Axe did hew In it a Caue where Reeds and Osiers grew Rooft with a rugged Arch by Nature wrought With pregnant waters plentifully fraught The lurking Snake of Mars this Hold possest Bright scal'd and shining with a golden crest His bulk with poyson swolne fire-red his eyes Three darting tongues three ranks of teeth comprise This fatall Well th' vnlucky Tyrians found Who with their down-let Pitcher rays'd a sound With that the Serpent his blew head extends And suffering Ayre with horrid hisses rends The water from them fell their colour fled Who all astonisht shook with sudden dread Hee wreaths his scaly foldes into a heape And fetcht a compasse with a mightie leape Then bolt-vpright his monstrous length displayes More than halfe way and all the Woods suruayes Whose body when all seene no lesse appeares Than that which parts the two Coelestiall Beares Whether the Tyrians sought to fight or flie Or whether they through feare could neither trie Some crash the 'twixt his iawes some claspt to death Some kils with poyson others with his breath And now the Sunne the shortest shadowes made Then Cadmus wondring why his seruants stay'd Their foot-steps trac't A hide the Hero's wore Which late he from a slaughtred Lyon tore His Arms a dart a bright steele-pointed Speare And such a minde as could not stoope to feare When he the Wood had entred and there view'd The bodies of the slaine with bloud imbrew'd Th' insulting victor quenching his dire thirst At their suckt wounds he sigh 't as heart would burst Then said I will reuenge O faithfull Mates Your murders or accompany your Fates With that he lifteth vp a mighty stone which with a more than manly force was throwne What would haue batter'd downe the strongest wall And shiuered towres doth giue no wound at all The hardnesse of his skin and scales that grow Vpon his armed back repell the blowe And yet that strong defence could not so well The vigour of his thrilling Dart repell Which through his winding back a passage rends There sticks the steele into his guts descends Rabid with anguish hoe retorts his looke Vpon the wound and then the iaueling tooke Betweene his teeth it euery way doth winde At length tugg'd out yet leaues the head behind His rage increast with his augmenting paines And his thick-panting throte swels with full veines A cold white froth surrounds his poys'nous iawes On thundring Earth his trayling scales he drawes Who from his black and Stygian maw eiect's A blasting breath which all the grasse infects His body now he circularly bends Forthwith into a monstrous length extends Then rusheth on like showr-incensed Floods And with his brest ore-beares the obuious Woods The Prince gaue way who with the Lyon's spoyle Sustayn'd th' assault and fore't a quick recoyle His Lance fixt in his iawes What could not feele He madly wounds and bites the biting steele Th' inuenom'd gore which from his palate bled Conuerts the grasse into a duskie red Yet slight the hurt in that the Snake with-drew And so by yeelding did the force subdew Till Agenorides the steele imbrew'd In his wide throte and still his thrust pursew'd Vntill an Oke his back-retrait with-stood There he his neck transsixt with it the Wood. The Tree bends with a burden so vnknowne And lashed by the Serpents taile doth grone While he suruay'd the hugenesse of his foe This voyce he heard from whence he did not know Why is that Serpent so admir'd by thee Agenor's sonne a Serpent thou shalt bee He speechlesse grew pale feare repeld his blood And now vncurled haire like bristles stood Behold mans Fautresse Pallas from the sky Descending to his needfull aide stood by Who bade him in the turn'd-vp surrowes throw The Serpents teeth that future men might grow He as commanded plow'd the patient Earth And therein sow'd the seeds of humane birth Lo past beliefe the Clods began to moue And tops of Lances first appear'd aboue Then Helmets nodding with their plumed Crefts Forth-with refulgent Pouldrons plated Brests Hands with offensiue weapons charg'd insew And Target-bearing troops of Men vp-grew So in our Theater's solemnities When they the Arras rayse the Figures rise Afore the rest their faces first appeare By little and by little then they reare Their bodies with a measure-keeping hand Vntill their feet vpon the border stand Bold Cadmus though much daunted at the sight Of such an Host addrest him to the fight Forbeare a new-borne Souldier cry'd t' ingage Thy better fortune in our ciuill rage With that he on his earth-bread brother flew At whom a deadly dart another threw Nor he that kild him long suruiucs his death But through wide wounds expires his infant breath Slaughter with equall furie runs through all And by vnciuill ciuill blowes they fall The new-sprung Youth who hardly life possest Now panting kick their Mother's bloudy brest But fiue suruiu'd of whom Echion one His Armes to Earth by Pallas counsell throwne He craues the loue he offers All accord As Brothers should and what they take afford Sidonian Cadmus these assist to build His loftie walls the Oracle fulfild Now flourisht Thebes now did thy exile proue In shew a blessing those that rule in loue And warre thy Nuptials with their daughter grace By such a Wife to haue so faire a race So many sonnes and daughters nephewes too The pledges of their peacefull beds insew And they now growne to excellence and powre But Man must censur'd be by his last houre Whom truly we can neuer happy call Afore his death and closing funerall In this thy euery way so prosperous state Thy first misse-hap sprung from thy Nephew's fate Whose browes vnnaturall branches ill adorne By his vngratefull dogs in pieces torne Yet fortune did offend in him not he For what offence may in an error be With purple bloud slaine Deare the Hills imbrew
for a bloudy murder was exil'd From Tuscam Whil'st I alone resist He tooke me such a buffer with his fist That downe I fell and had falne ouer-board If I though senselesse had not caught a cord The wicked Company the fact approue Then Bacchus for 't was he began to moue As if awaked with the noyse they made His wind-bound senses now discharg'd and said What clamor 's this What doe you Sailers whither Meane you to beare me Ah how came I hither Feare not said Proreus name where thou would'st be And to that Harbor we will carry thee Then Friends Lyaeus said for Naxos stand Naxos my home an hospitable Land By Seas by all the Gods by what auayles They sweare they will and bade me hoyse-vp sayles Which trim'd for Naxos on the Star-board side What do'st thou mad-man foole Opheltes cry'd Each feares his losse Some whisper in mine care Most say by signes Vnto the Lar-board steere Amaz'd Some other hold the Helme said I I' le not be tainted with your periurie All chafe and storme What said Ethalion Is all our sefetie plac't in thee alone With that my office he vpon him tooke And Naxos altering her course for sooke The God as if their fraud but now out-found From th' vpper deck the Sea suruayed round Then seem d to crie Sirs this is not said he That promis't shore the Land so wisht by me What is my fault What glory in my spoyle If men a Boy if many one beguile I wept afore but they my teares deride And with laborious Oares the waues diuide By him I sweare than whom none more in view That what I now shall vtter is as true As past beliefe The ship in those profound And spacefull Seaâ— so stuck as on drie ground They wondring ply'd their Oares the sayles display'd And striue to run her with that added aide When luy gaue their Oares a fore't restraint Whose creeping bands the sayles with Beriyes paint He head-bound with a wreath of clustred Vines A lauelin shook claspt with their leauy twines Stern Tygers Lyaxes such vnto the eye And spotted Panthers round about him lye All ouer-boord now tumble whether ' t were Out of infused madnesse or for feare Then Medon first with spiny fins grew blacke His forme depressed with a compast back To whom said Lycabas ô more than strange Into what vncouth Monster wilt thou change As thus he spake his mouth became more wide His nose more hookt scales arme his hardned hide While Libys tugg'd an Oare that fixed stands His hands shrunke vp now finns no longer hands An-other by a-cable thought to hold But mist his armes He fell the Seas infold His maymed body which a tayle est-soone Receiues reuersed like the horned Moone They leap a loft and sprinkle-vp the Flood Now chace aboue now vnder water scud Who like lasciuious Dancers friske about And gulped Seas from their wide nosthrills spoÌ„ue Of twenty Saylers onely I remayn'd So many men our Complement contayn'd The God my minde could hardly animate Trembling with horror of so dire a Fate Suppresse said he these tumults of thy feare And now thy course for sacred Dia beare Arriued there with his implor'd consent I Orders tooke and thus his Feasts frequent Our eares are tyr'd with thy long ambages Which wrath said he would by delay appease Goe seruants take him hence let his fore't breath Expire in grones and torture him to death In solid prison pent while they proude Whips Racks and Fire the doores flie open wide And of themselues as if dissolu'd by charmes The fetters fall from his vnpinion'd armes But now not bidding others Pentheus flings To high Cythaeron's sacred top which rings With frantick songs and shrill-voic't Bacchanals In Liber's celebrated Festiuals And as the warlike Courser neighs and bounds Inflam'd with furie when the Trumpet sounds Euen so their far-heard clamours set on fire Sterne Pentheus and exasperate his ire In midst of all the spacious Mountayne stood A perspicable Champain fring'd with wood Here first of all his Mother him espyes Viewing those holy Rites with prophane eyes Shee first vpon him frantickly did runne And first her eger Iauelin pearc't her sonne Come sisters cry'd shee this is that huge Bore Which roots our fields whom we with wounds must gore With that in-rush the sense-distracted Crew And altogether the amaz'd pursew Now trembled he now late-breath'd threats supprest Himselfe he blames and his offence confest Who cry'd Helpe Aunt AutonoeÌ„ I bleed O let Actaeon's ghost soft pitty breed Not knowing who Actaeon was shee lops His right hand off the other Ino crops The wretch now to his Mother would haue throwne His sappliant hands but now his hands were gone Yet lifting vp their bloody stumps he said Ah Mother see Agaue well appay'd Shouts at the sight casts vp her neck and shakes Her staring haire in cruell hands shee takes His head yet gasping 16 sing said shee IoÌ„ my Mates This spoyle belongs to mee Not leaues now wither'd nipt by Autumn's frost So soone are rauisht from high Trees and tost By Scattering windes as they in peeces teare His minced lims Th' Ismenians struck with feare His Orgies celebrate his prayses sing And incense to his holy Altars bring OVID'S METAMORPHOSIS The fourth Booke THE ARGVMENT DErceta a Fish Semiramis a Dâ—uâ— Transforming Nais equall Fate dosh prâ—â—â— White berries Louers blood with black dosiles Appollo like Eury nome beguiles Leucothoe buried quick for that offence who Nector-sprinkled sprouts to Frankincense Grieu'd Clitie turn'd t'a Flowr turns with the Sâ—â— Daphnis to stone Sex changeth Scytheon Celmus a Load-stone Curets got by showrs Crocus and Smilax rurn'd to little flowrs In one Hermaphrodite two bodies ioyne Mineides Bats Sad Ino made diuine With Melicert who luno's fact vpbray'd Or Statues or Cadmean Fowles are made Hermione and Cadmus worne with woe Proue hurtlesse Dragons Drops to Serpents growâ— Atlas a Mountaine Gorgon toucht Sea-weeds To C orall change From Gorgon's blood proceeds Swift Pegasus Crysaor also takes From thence his birth Fair haires conuers to Snakes Bvt yet AlcitboeÌ„ MineÌ„ides The honour'd Orgies of the God displease Her sisters share in that impietie Who Bacchus for the sonne of Ioue denic And now his Priest proclaimes a solemne Feast That Dames and Maids from vsuall labour rest That wrapt in skins their haire-laces vnbound And dangling Tresses with wilde luy crown'd They leauy Speares assume Who prophesies Sad haps to such as his command despise The Matrons and new-marryed Wiues obay Their Webs their vn-spun Wooll aside they lay Sweet odours burne and sing Lyaeus Baccbus Nrsaeus Bromius Euan great Iacchus Fâ—â—-e-got Sonne of two Mothers The twice-borne Father Eleleus Thyon nouer shorne Lenaeus planter ' of life cheering Vines Nyetileus with all names that Greece assignes To thee ô Liber Still dost thou inioy Vnwasted Youth eternally a Boy Thou' rt seen in heauen whom all perfections grace And when vnhorn'd thou hast a Virgins face Thy conquests through the
well knowne bosom glides her waste And yeelding neck with louing twines imbrac't Amazement all the standers-by possest While glittering combs their slippery heads inuest Now are they two who crept together chayn'd Till they the couert of the Wood attayn'd These gentle Dragons knowing what they were Do hurt to no man nor mans presence feare Yet were those sorrowes by their daughters sonne Much comforted who vanquisht India won To whom th' Achaians Temples consecrate Diuinely magnifi'd through either State Alone Acrisius Abantrades Though of one Progenie dissents from these Who from th' Argolian Citie made his flie And manag'd armes against a Deitie Nor him nor Persâ—us he for Ioue's doth hold Begot on DanaeÌ„ in a showre of gold Yet straight repents so preualent is truth Both to haue forc't the God doom'd the Youth Now is the one inthroned in the skyes The other through Ayr 's emptie Region flyes And beares along the memorable spoyle Of that new Monster conquer'd by his toyle And as he o're the Lybian Deserts flew The bloud that drop's from Gorgen's head streight greâ—â— To various Serpents quickned by the ground With these those much infested Climes abound Hither and thither like a cloud of rayne Borne by crosse windes he cuts the ayrie Mayne Far-distant earth beholding from on high And ouer all the ample World doth flie Thrice saw Aroturus thrice to Cancer prest Oft harried to the East oft to the West And now not trusting to approched night Vpon th' Hesperian Continent doth light And craues some rest till Lucifer displayes Aurora's blush and shee Apollo's rayes Huge-statur'd Atlas Iapetonides Here sway'd the vtmost bounds of Earth and Seas Where Titan's panting steeds his Chariot steepe And bathe their fierie feet-locks in the Deepe A thousand Heards as many Flocks he fed In those large Pastures where no neighbours tread Here to their tree the shining branches sute To them their leaues to those the golden fruit Great King said Perseus if high birth may moue Respect in thee behold the sonne of Ioue If admiration then my Acts admire Who rest and hospitable Rites desire He mindfull of this prophecie of old By sacred Themis of Parnassus told In time thy golden fruit a prey shall proue O Iaphets sonne vnto the sonne of Ioue This fearing he his Orchard had inclos'd With solid Cliffs that all accesse oppos'd The Guard whereof a monstrous Dragon held And from his Land all Forrainers expeld Be gone said he for feare thy glories prooue But counterfeit and thou no sonne to Ioue Then addes vnciuill violence to threats With strength the other seconds his intreats In strength inferiour Who so strong as he Since courtesie nor any worth in me Vext Perseus said can purchase my regard Yet from a guest receiue thy due reward With that Medusa's vgly head he drew His owne reuersed Forthwith Atlas grew Into a Mountayne equall to the man His haire and beard to woods and bushes ran His armes and shoulders ' into ridges spred And what was his is now the Mountaynes head Bones turne to stones and all his parts extrude Into a huge prodigious altitude Such was the pleasure of the euer-blest Whereon the heauens with all their tapers rest Hippotades in hollow rocks did close The strife-full Windes Bright Lucifer â—ose And rous'd-vp Labour Perseus hauing ty'd His wings t' his feet his fauchion to his side Sprung into ayre below on either hand Innumerable Nations left the Land Of Aethiop and the Cepheâ— fields suruay'd There where the innocently wretched maid Was for her mothers proud impietie By vniust Ammon sentenced to die Whom when the Heros saw to hard rocks chain'd But that warm tears from charged eye-springs drain'd And light winds gently fann'd her fluent haire He would haue thought her marble Ere aware He fire attracteth and astonisht by Her beautie had almost forgot to fly Who lighting said O fairest of thy kinde More worthy of those bands which Louers bind Than these rude gyues the Land by thee renownd Thy name thy birth declare and why thus bound At first the silent Virgin was affrayd To speake t' a man and modestly had made A visard of her hands but they were ty'd And yet abortiue teares their fountaines hide Still vrg'd lest she should wrong her innocence As if asham'd to vtter her offence Her Countrie shee discouers her owne name Her beauteous Mothers confidence and blame All yet vntold the Waues began to rore Th' apparant Monster hast'ning to the shore Before his brest the broad-spred Sea vp-beares The Virgin shreeks Her Parents see their feares Both mourne both wretched but shee iustly so Who bring no aid but extasies of woe With teares that sute the time Who take the leaue They loathe to take and to her body cleaue You for your griefe may haue the stranger said A time too long short is the houre of aid If freed by me Ioue's sonne in fruitfull gold Begot on Danaâ— through a brazen Hold Who conquer'd Gorgon with the snakie haire And boldly glide through vn-inclosed aire If for your sonne you then will me prefer Adde to this worth That in deliuering her I 'le trie so fauour me the Powres diuine That shee sau'd by my valour may be mine They take a Law intreat what he doth offer And further for a Dowre their Kingdome proffer Lo as a Gally with fore-fixed prow Row'd by the sweat of slaues the Sea doth plow Euen so the Monster furroweth with his brest The foming floud and to the neere Rocke prest Not farther distant than a man might fling A way-inforcing bullet from a sling Forth-with the youthfull issue of rich showrs Earth pushing from him to the blew skye towrs The furious Monster eagerly doth chace His shadow gliding on the Seas smooth face And as Ioue's bird when shee from high suruayes A Dragon basking in Apollo's rayes Descends vnseene and through his necks blew scales To shun his deadly teeth her talons naile's So swiftly stoops high-pitcht Inachides Through singing ayre then on his backe doth sears And neere his right sin sheaths his crooked sword Vp to the hilts who deeply wounded roar'd Now capers in the ayre now diues below The troubled waues now turn's vpon his foe Much like a chafed â—Bore whom eager hounds Haue at a Bay and terrifie with sounds He with swift wings his greedy iawes auoids Now with his fauchion wounds his scaly sides Now his shell-rough-cast back now where the taile Ends in a Fish or parts expos'd t'assaile A streame mixt with his bloud the Monster flings From his wide throat which wets his heauy wings Nor longer dares the wary Youth rely On their support He sees a rock hard by Whose top aboue the quiet waters stood But vnderneath the winde-incensed flood There lights and holding by the rocks extent His oft-thrust sword into his bowels sent The shore rings with th' applause that fills the skye Then Cepheus and Cassiope with ioy Salute him for their son whom now they call The
stroue with childish care and speed To fill her lap and others to exceed Dis saw affected carryed her away Almost at once Loue could not brooke delay The sad-fac't Goddesse cryes with feare appall'd To her Companions oft her Mother call'd And as she tore th'adornment of her haire Down fell the flow'rs which in her lap shee bare And such was her sweet Youth's simplicitie That their losse also made the Virgin crie The Rauisher flies on swift wheeles his horses Excites by name and their full speed inforces Shaking for haste the rust-obscured raignes Vpon their cole-black nâ—â—ks and shaggy maines Through Lakes through Palicine which expires A sulphrous breath through earth ingendring fires They passe to where Corinthian Bacchides Their Citie built betweene vnequall Seas The Land 'twixt Aretâ—â—sa and Cyâ—ne With stretcht-out hornes begirts th'included Sea Here Cyane who gaue the Lake a name Amongst Sicilian Nymphs of speciall fame Her head aduanc't who did the Goddesse know And boldly said You shall no farther goe Nor can you be vnwilling Ceâ—es son What you compell perswasion should haue won If humble things I may compare with great Anapis lou'd me yet did he intreat And me not frighted thus espous'd This said With out-stretcht armes his farther passage staid His wrath no longer Pluto could restraine But giues his terror-striking steeds the raigne And with his Regall mace through the profound And yeelding water cleaues the solid ground The breath t'infernall Tartarus extends At whose darke iawes the Chariot descends But Cyane the Goddesse Rape laments And her owne iniur'd Spring whose discontents Admit no comfort in her heart shee beares Her silent sorrow now resolues to teares And with that Fountayne doth incorporate Whereof th' immortall Deitic but late Her softned members thaw into a dow Her nailes lesse hard her bones now limber grew The slendrest parts first melt away her haire Fine fingers legs and feet that soone impaire And drop to streames then arms back shoulders side And bosom into little Currents glide Water in stead of blood fils her pale veines And nothing now that may be graspt remaines Mean-while through all the earth and all the Maine The fearfull Mother sought her childe in vaine Not deawy-hayr'd Aurora when shee rose Nor Hesperus could witnesse her repose Two pitchy Pines at flaming Aeâ—na lights And restlesse carries them through freezing Nights Againe when Day the vanquisht Starres supprest Her vanisht comfort seeks from East to West Thirsâ—y with trauell and no Fountayne nye A cottage thatcht with straw inuites her eye At th' humble gate she knocks An old wife showes Her selfe thereat and seeing her bestowes The water so desir'd which shee before Had boyl'd with barly Drinking at the doore A rude hard-fauour'd Boy beside her stood Who laught and cald her greedy-gut Her blood Inflam'd with anger what remayn'd shee threw Full in his face which forthwith speckled grew His armes conuert to legs a taile withall Spines from his changed shape of body small Lest he might proue too great a foe to life Though lesse yet like a Lizard th' aged wife That wonders weeps and feares to touch it shuns And presently into a creuise runs Fit to his colour they a name elect With sundry little stars all-ouerspeckt What Lands what Seas the Goddesse wandred through Were long to tell Earth had not roome enough To Sicil shee returns where ere shee goes Inquires and came where Cyane now flowes Shee had shee not beene changed all had told Now wants a tongue her knowledge to vnfold Yet to the mother of her daughter gaue A sure ostent who bore vpon a waue Persepbone's rich zone that from her fell When through the sacred Spring she sunke to hell This seen and knowne as but then lost shee tare Without selfe-pitty her dis-sheueled haire And with redoubled blowes her brest inuades Nor knowes what Land t' accuse yet all vpbraids Ingrate vnworthy with her gifts t' abound Triâ—acria chiefly where the steps shee found Of her misfortunes Therefore there shee brake The furrowing plough the Oxe and owner strake Both with one death then bade the fields beguile The trust impos'd shrunk seed corrupts That soile So celebrated for fertilitie Now barren grew corne in the blade doth die Now too much drouth annoys now lodging showres Stars smitch winds blast The greedy fowle deuoures The new-sowne graine Kintare and Darnell tire The fetter'd Wheat and weeds that through it spire In Elean waues Alphaeus Loue appeard And from her dropping haire her fore-head clear'd O Mother of that far-sought Maid thou friend To life said she here let thy labour end Nor be offended with thy faithfull Land That blamelesse is nor could her rape with-stand I here a guest not for my Country plead My Country Pisa is in Elis bred And as an Alien in Sicania dwell But yet no Country pleaseth me so well I Arethusa now these Springs possesse This is my seat which courteous Goddesse blesse Why I affect this place t' Ortrgia came Through such vast Seas I shall impart the same To your desire when you more fit to heare Shall quit your care and be of better cheare Earth giues me way through whose darke cauerns roll'd I here ascend and vnknowne stars behold While vnder ground by Styx my waters glide Your sweet Proserpina I there espy'd Full sad shee was euen then you might haue seen Feare in her face and yet shee is a Queen And yet shee in that gloomy Empire swayes And yet her wâ—ll th' infernall King obayes Stone-like stood Ceres at this heauy newes And staring long continued in a muse When griefe had quickned her stupiditie Shee tooke her Chariot and ascends the skie There veiled all in clouds with scattered haire Shee kneeles to Iupiter and made this pray'r â— Both for my blood and thine ô Ioue I sew If I be nothing gracious yet doe you A Father to your Daughter proue nor be Your care the lesse because shee sprung from me Lo she at length is found long sought through all The spacious World if you a Finding call What more the losse assures but if to know Her being be to Finde I haue found her so And yet I would the iniurie remit So he the stolne restore 'T were most vnfit That holy Hymen should thy daughter ioyne To such a Thiefe although shee were not mine Then Ioue The pledge is mutuall and these cares To either equall Yet this deed declares Much loue mis-called Wrong nor should we shame Of such a sonne could you but thinke the same All wants suppose can he be lesse than great And be Ioue's brother What when all compleat I but preferr'd by lot Or if you burne In endlesse spleen Let Proserpine returne On this condition That shee yet haue ta'ne No sustenance so Destinies ordaine To fetch her daughter Ceres postes in haste But Fates with-stood the Maid had broke her fast For wandring in the Ort-yard simply shee Pluckt a Pomegranet from the stooping Tree Thence tooke seuen
secret might complaines Rage to a Lapwing turns th'Odrysian king Calais and Zetes natius 〈…〉 TRitonia to the Muse attention lends Who both her Verse and iust reuenge 〈◊〉 Then said t' her selfe To praise is of no worth Let our reuenged Powre our praise set forth Intends Arathnes ruine She she heard Before her curious webs her owne prefer'd Nor dwelling nor her nation fame impart Vnto the Damsell but excelling Art Deriu'd from Colophâ—nian Idmons side Who thirstie Wooll in Phocian purple â—ide Her mother who had pay'd her debt to fate Was also meane and equall to her mate Yet through the Lydian townes her praise was spred Though poore her birth in poore Hypaepa bred The Nymphs of Tmolus oft their Vines forsooke The sleeke Pactolian Nymphs their streames to looke On her rare workes nor more delight in viewing The don don with such grace than when a doing Whether she orbe-like roule the ruder wooll Or finely finger'd the selected cull Or draw it into clowd-resembling flakes Or equall twine with swift-turn'd spindle makes Or with her liuely-painting needle wrought You might perceiue she was by Pallas taught Yet such a Mistresse her proud thoughts disclame Let her with me contend if foyld no shame Said she nor punishment will I refuse Pallas forth-with an old-wiues shape indues Her haire all white her lime appearing weake A staffe supports who thus began to speake Old Age hath somthing which we need not shun Experience by long tract of time is won Scorne not aduice with dames of humane race Contend for same but giue a Goddesse place Craue pardon and she will thy crime remit With eyes confessing rage aâ—d eye-brows knit Her labour-leauing hands scarce held from strokes She masked Pallas with these words prouokes Old foole that dot'st with age to whom long-life Is now a curse thy daughter or sons wife if thou hast either â—aught be they by this My wisedom for my selfe sufficient is And least thy counsell should an intrest clame In my diuersion I abide the same Why comes she not why tryall thuâ— delayes She comes said Pallas and her selfe displayes Nymphs and Mâ—gdomian dames the Powre adore Onely the maid her selfe vndaunted bore And yet she blushe against her will the red Flusht in her châ—cks and thence as swiftly flod Euen so the purple Morning paints the skyes And so they whiâ—â—n at the Suns vprise Who now as desperately obstinate Praise ill affecting runs on her owne fate No more Ioues daughter labors to disswade No more refuseth nor the strife delayde Both settle to their tasks apart both spread At once their warps consisting of fine thred Ty'd to their beames a reed the thred diuides Through which the quick-returning shuttle glides Shot by swift hands The combs inserted tooth Betweene the warp supprest the rising woofe Strife less'ning toyle With skirts ruckt to their waste Both moue their cunning armes with nimble haste Here crimson dyde in Tyrâ—an brasse they weaue The scarce distinguisht shadowes sight deceaue So warry clowds shot by Apâ—llo showe The vast sky painted with a mightie Bowe Where though a thousand seuerall colours shine No eye their close transition can define What touch the same so neerely represents And by degrees scarce sensible dissents Through-out imbellished with ductil gold And both reuiu'd antiquities vnfold Pallas in Athens Marse's Rock doth frame And that old strife about the Citties name Twice six Coelestials sit inthron'd on hic Repleat with awe-infusing grauitie Ioue in the midst The suted figures tooke Their liuely formes Ioue had a regall looke The Sea-god stood and with his Trident strake The cleauing rock from whence a fountaine brake Whereon he grounds his claâ—â— With speare and shield Her selfe she armes her head a muâ—â—ion steild Her brest her Aegis guards Her lance the ground Appeares to strike and from that pregnant wound The hoary oliue charg'd with fruit ascends The Gods admire With victory she ends Yet she to snow the Riuall of her prayse What hopes to cherish for such bold assayes Add's foure contentions in the vtmost bounds Of euery angle wrought in little Rounds One Thracian Rhodope and 〈◊〉 showâ—â— Now mountaines topt with neuer-melting showeâ— Once humane bodyes who durst emulaâ—e The blest Coelestialls both in stile and state The next containes the miserable doome Of that Pygmiâ—an marron ouer-come By Iuno made a Ctane and fore't to â—ar With her owne nation in perpetuall was A third presents Antigone who stroue For vnmatcht beautie with the wife or Ioue Not Ilium nor â—anmedon her sire Preuail'd with violent Sâ—â—â—rnia's ire Turn'd to a Stork who with white pinions rais'd Is euer by her creaking bill selfe-prais'd In the last circle Cynaras was plac't Who on the temples staires the formes imbrac't Of his late daughters by their pride o're-throwne And seemes himselfe to be a weeping stone The web a wreathe of peacefull â—live bounds And her owne tree her work both ends and crownes Arachne weaues Europa's rape by Iouâ— The Bull appeares to liue the Sea to moue Back to the shore she casts a heauy eye To her distracted damsels seemes to cry And from the sprinkling waues that skip to meet With such a burden shrinks hor 〈◊〉 embling feet Asteria there a struggling Eagle prest A Swan here spreads his wings o're Leda's brest Ioue Satyr-like Antiope compels Whose fruitfull womb with double â—ssue swels Amphitryo for Alemena's loue became A showre for Daâ—al for Aegina flame For beautifull Muemosyne he takâ—â— A pastors forme for Deois 〈◊〉 Thee also Neptune like a lustfull Sâ—ete She makes the faire Aeâ—tian Virgin beare To get th' Aloide's in Enipâ—'s shape Now turn'd t'a Ram in sad Bisaltis rape The gold-hair'd mother of life-strengthning Seedâ— The snake-hair'd 〈◊〉 of the winged Steede Found thee a Stalion thee Malanthâ— findes A Delphin She to euery sonne assignes Life-equald looks to euery place their sites Here Phoebus in a Heards-mans shape delighâ—â— A Lyon's now now falcons wings displayes Macarian Issa shepheard-like betrayes Liber a grape Erigone comprest And Saturne horse-like Chiroâ— gets halfe-beast A slender wreathe her finisht web confines I lowres intermixt with clasping iâ—y twines Not Pallas this not Enuy this reproues Her faire successe the vexâ— Virago moues Who teares the web with crimes coelestiall fraught With shâ—â—tle from Cytorian mountaines brought Arachne thrice vpon the fore-head hits Her great heart brooks it not A cord she knits About her neck Remorsefull Pallas stay'd Her falling waight Liue wretch yet hang she said This curse least after times thy pride secure Still to thy issue and their race indure Sprinkled with Hecat's banefull weeds her haire She forthwith sheds her nose and eares impaire Her head growes little her whole body so Her thighs and legs to spiny fingers grow The rest all belly Whence a thred she sends And now a Spider her old webs extends All Lydia storms the fame through Phygia rung And gaue an argument to euery tongue Her Niobe had knowne when she a maid
wish I beare he cryes Exults and barbarous scarce defers his ioyes His eyes fast fixt As when Ioues eagle beares A Hare t' her ayery trust in rapefull feares And to the trembling prisoner leaues no way For hoped flight but still beholds her pray The Voyage made on his owne land he treads And to a Lodge Pandions daughter leads Obscur'd with woods pale trembring full of feares And for her sister asking now with teares There mues her vp his foule intent makes knowne Inforc't her a weake Virgin and but one Helpe father sister helpe in her distresse She cries and on the Gods with like successe She trembles like a lamb snatcht from the phangs Of some sell wolfe that dreads her former pangs Or as a doue who on her gorget beares Her blouds fresh staines and late-felt talents feares Restor'd vnto her mind her ruffled haire As at a wofull funerall she care Her armes with her owne fury bloudy made Who wringing her vp-heaued hands thus said O monster barbarous in thy horrid lust Trecherous Tyrant whom my fathers trust Impos'd with holy teares my sisters loue My virgin state nor nuptiall ties could moue O what a wild confusion hast thou bred I an adultresse to my sisters bed Thou husband to vs both to me a foe To all a punishment and iustly so Why mak'st thou not thy villanies compleat By forcing life from her abhorred seat O would thou hadst e're I my honour lost Then had I parted with a spotlesse ghost Yet if the Gods haue eyes if their Powers be Of any powre not all decay with me Thou shalt not scape due vengeance Sense of shame I will abandon and thy crime proclaime To men if free if not my voice shall breake Through these thick walls and teach the woods to speake Hard rockes resolue to ruth Let heauen this heare And Heauen-thron'd Gods if there be any there These words the saluage Tyrant moues to wroth Nor lesse his feare a like prouok't by both Who drawes his sword his cruell hands he winds In her loose haire her armes behind her binds Her throte glad Philomela ready made Conceiuing hope of death from his drawne blade Whilst she reuiles inuokes her father sought To vent her spleene her tongue in pincers caught His sword deuideth from the panting root Which trembling murmurs curses at his foot And as a serpents taile disseuer'd skips Euen so her tongue and dying sought her lips After this fact if we may Rumor trust He oft abus'd her body with his lust Yet home to Progne in the end retires Who for her sister hastily inquires He funerals belyes with fained griefe And by instructed teares begets beliefe Progne her royall ornaments reiects And puts on black an emptie tombe erects To her imagin'd Ghost oblations burnes Her sisters fate not as she should she mournes Now through twelue Signes the yeere his period drew What should distressed Philomela doe A guard restraind her flight the walls were strong Her mouth had lost the index of her tongue The wit that miserie begets is great Great sorrow addes a quicknesse to conceit A woofe vpon a Thracian loome she spreds And inter-weaues the white with crimson threds That character her wrong The closely wrought As closely to a seruant gaue besought To beare it to her Mistresse who presents The Queene therewith not knowing the contents The wife to that dire Tyrant this vnfolds And in a wofull verse her state beholds She held her peace 't was strange griefe struck her mute No language could with such a passion sute Nor had she time to weepe Right wrong were mixt In her fell thoughts her soule on vengeance fixt It was that time when in a wilde disguise Sithonian matrons vse to solemnise Lyaeus three-yeares Feast Night spreds her wings By night high Rhoâ—ope with timbrels rings By night th'impatient Queene a iauelin takes And now a Bacchanal the Court forsakes Vines shade her browes the rough hide of a Deare Shogs at her sides her shoulder bare a speare Hurried through woods with her attendant froes Terrible Progne frantick with her woes Thy milderfuly Bacchus counterfets At length vnto the desart cottage gets Howles Euâ—hâ— cries breakes ope the doores and tooke Her sister thence with iuy hides her looke In habit of a Bacchanal arrayd And to her citie the amaz'd â—onuâ—yd That hated roofe when I hi 〈◊〉 la knew The poore soule shooke her 〈◊〉 bloudlesse grew Progne with-drawes the sacred weeds vnlos'd Her wofull sisters bashfull face disclos'd Falls on her neck The other durst not raise Her down-cast eyes her sisters wrong suruayes In her dishonour As she stroue t' haue sworne With vp-rais'd lookes and call the Gods t ' haue borne Her pure thoughts witnesse how she was compeld To that loth'd fact she hands for speech vpheld Sterne Progne broiles her bosome hardly beares So vast a rage who chides her sisters teares No teares said she our lost condition needs But steele or if thou hast what steele exceeds I for all horrid practices am fit To wrap this roofe in flame and him in it His eyes his tongue or what did thee inforce Textirp or with a thousand wounds diuorce His guiltie soule The deed I intend is great But what as yet I know not In this heat Came Itys in and taught her what to doe Beheld with cruell eyes Ah how I view In thee said she thy father and began Her tragick Scene with silent anger wan But when her sonne saluted her and ching Vnto her neck mixt kisses as he hung With childish blandishments her high-wrought bloud Began to calme and rage distracted stood Teares trickl'd from her eyes by strong constraint But when she found her resolution faint With too much pittie her sad sister viewes And said while both her eyes by turnes peruse Why flatters he why tonguelesse weepes the other Why sister calls not she whom he calls mother Degenerate thinke whose daughter to whom wed All pietic is sinne to Tereus bed Then Itys trailes as when by Ganges flouds A Tigresse drags a Fawne through silent woods Retiring to the most sequestred roome While he with hands vp-heau'd fore-sees his doome Clings to her bosom mother mother cry'd She stabs him nor once turn'd her face aside His throte was cut by Philomela's knife Although one wound suffiz'd to vanquish life His yet quick lims ere all his soule could passe Shee piece-meale teares Some boyle in hollow brasse Some hisse on spits The pauements blusht with blood Progne inuites her husband to this food And faines her Countries Rite which would afford No attendant nor companion but her Lord. Now Tereus mounted on his Grand-sires throne With his sons carued entrails stuffes his owne And bids her so Soule-blinded call his boy Progne could not disguise her cruell ioy In full fruition of her horrid ire Thou hast said she within thee thy desire He looks about asks where And while againe He asks and calls all bloudy with the slaine Forth like a Fury
gloes Coole aire expect my trauels sweet repose Come aire I wont to sing relieue th' opprest Come ô most welcome glide into my brest Now quench as erst in me this scalding heat By chance I other blandishments repeat So Fates inforce as ô my soules delight By thee I am fed and chear'd thy sweets excite My affections to these woods ô life of death May euer I inhale thy quickning breath A busie eare these doubtfull speeches caught Who oft-nam'd aire some much-lou'd Dryad thoughâ— And told to Procris with a leuder tongue His false surmises with the song I sung Loue is too credulous With griefe she faints And scarce reuiuing bursts into complaints My spotlesse faith with furie execrates Woe 's me she cryes produc't to cruell fates Transported with imaginarie blame What is not feares an vnsubstantiall name Yet grieues poore soule as if in truth abus'd Yet often doubts and her distrust accus'd Now holds the information for a lye Nor will trust other witnesse than her eye Aurora re-inthron'd th' insuing Day I hunt and speed As on the grasse I lay Come aire said I my tyred spirits cheare At this an vnknowne sighe inuades my eare Yet I O come before all ioyes prefer'd Among the withered leaues a rustling heard I threw my dart supposing it some beast But ô 't was Procris wounded on the brest Shee shreckt ay me Her voyce too well I knew And thither with my griefe distracted flew Halfe dead all blood-imbrew'd my wife I found Her gift alas exhaling from her wound I rais'd her body than my owne more deare To bind her wounds my lighter garment teare And striue to stench the blood O pitty take Said I nor thus a guilty soule forsake She weake and now a dying thus applies Her tongues forc't motion By our nuptiall ties By heauen-imbowred Gods by those below To whose infernall monarchy I goe By that if euer I deserued well By this ill-fated loue for which I fell Yet now in death most constantly retaine O let not Ayre our chaster bed prophane This said I show'd and she perceiued how That error grew but what auail'd it now She sinkes her blood along her spirits tooke Who lookes on me as long as she could looke My lips her soule receiue with her last breath Who now resolued sweetly smiles in death The weeping Hero's told this tragedy To those that wept as fast The King drew nye And his two sons with wel-arm'd Regiments New-rais'd which he to Cephalus presents OVID'S METAMORPHOSIS The Eighth Booke THE ARGVMENT HArmonious walls Leud Scylla now despaires With Nisus chang'd the Larke the Hobby dares Ariadnes Crowne a Constellation made Th'inuentiue youth a Partridge still affraid Of mounting Meleagers Sisters mourne His tragedio to Foule so named turne Fiue water Nymphs the fiue Echinades Defigure Perimele neere to these Becomes an Iland Ioue and Hermes take The formes of men A Citie turn ' t'a Lake A Cottage to a Temple That good pare Old Baucis and Philemon changed are At once to sacred Trees In various shapes Blew Proteus sports Oft selfe chang'd Metra scapâ—â— Scorn'a ' seruitude The Streame of Calydon Forsakes his owne and other shapes puts on NOw Lucifer exalts the Day to hell Old Night descends The Easterne winds now fell Moyst clouds arose when gentle Southerne gales Befriend returning Cephalus Full sailes Wing his successefull course who long before All expectation toucht the wished shore For no heart is so hard that did but know And would a lance against his bosom throw It takes with me my country I intend To render vp and giue these warres an end What isâ— to intend Each passage hath a guard My father keepes the keyes and sees them bard 'T is he defers my â—oyes 't is he I dread Would I were not or he were with the dead â—uâ—h we are our owne Gods They thriue that dare And fortune is a foe to slothfull praire Long since an other scorcht with such a fire By death had forâ—'â— a way to her desire Yet why should any more aduenturous proue I dare through sword and fire make way to Loue. And yet here is no vse of fire nor sword But of my fathers haire This must afford What 〈◊〉 so much affect and make me blest 〈◊〉 than all the treasure of the East This said Night nurse of cares her curtaines drew When in the dark she more audacious grew In 〈◊〉 of rest when tyr'd with day-bred cares Sleepe all inuests she silently repaires Into her fathers bed-chamber and there Extracts ô horrid act â— his fatall haire 〈…〉 of her wicked prey with her she bore The 〈◊〉 spoyle vnlocks a Posterne doore 〈…〉 the foe bold by her merit made 〈…〉 vn-astonisht said 〈…〉 Seede 〈…〉 my Gods no meede 〈…〉 â—aire receiue 〈…〉 not thinke a haire giue But my old fathers head With that presents The gift with wicked hand and bad ostents Minos reiects it and much terrifide With horror of so foule a deede replide The Gods exile thee O thou most abhord Their world to thee nor Land nor Sea afford How-ere Ioues Creete the world wherein I raigne Shall such a Monster neuer entertaine This said the most iust Victor doth impose Lawes no lesse iust vpon his vanquisht foes Then orders that they forth with ores conuay Abord the brasse-beakt ships and anchors waye When Scylla saw the Gnossian nauy swim And that her treason was abhor'd by him To violent anger she conuerts her prayers And Furie-like with stretcht armes and spred haires Cry'd Whither fly'st thou leauing me for-lore That conquest-crown'd thee ô preferd before My Country Father 't was not thou didst win But I that gaue my merrit and my sin Not this not such affection could perswade Nor that on thee I all my hopes had layd For whither should I goe thus left alone What to my Country that 's by me o're-throwne Wer 't not my treason doomes me to exile Or to my father giuen vnto thy spoyle Me worthily the Citizens will hate And neighbours feare th' example in their State I out of all the world my selfe haue throwne To purchase an accesse to Creet alone Which if deny'd and left to such despaire Europa ne'r one so vngratefull bare But swallowing Syrt's Charybdis chaft with wind Or some fell Tygres of th' Aâ—menian kind Ioâ—e'â— noâ— thy father nor with forged shape Of Bull beguild thy mother culd her rape That story of thy glorious race is faind For shee a wild and louelesse Bull sustaind O father Nisus thy reuenge behold Reioyee O Citie by my treason sold Death I confesse I merit Yet would I Might by their hands whom I haue iniur'd dye I or why shouldst thou who onely didst subdue By my offending my offence pursue My Country and my father felt this sinne Which vnto thee a courtesie hath beene Thou worthy art of such a wife as stood A Bulls hot incest in a Cow of wood Whose shamelesse womb a monstrous burthen bare Ah! doe my sorrowes to thy
eares repaire Or are my fruitlesse words borne by that wind That braâ—es thee hence and leaues a wretch behind What though Pasiphae a Bull preferd ' Thou far more brutish than the saluage Herd Woe 's me Make hast I must the waues with orâ—â— Refâ—und his ship for sakes with vs our shores In vame â—â—le follow thee vngratefull king And while I to thy crooked vessell cling Be dragâ—d through drenching seas This hauing said Attempts the waues by Cupidâ— strengthning aid And cleaâ—es tâ—his ship Her father now high-flowne Strikes 〈…〉 a red-maild Hobbie growne And stâ—â—◠〈◊〉 her with his golden â—eares She â—â—ps her hâ—â—d in feebled by her feares While yet a falling that she might eschue The threatning sea light wings t' her shoulders grew Now changed to a bird in sight of all This of her tufted crowne we Ciris call No sooner Minos toucht the Cretan ground But by an hundred Buls with garlands crown'd His vowes to conquest-giuing Ioue he payd And all his pallace with the spoyle arrayd And now his families reproch increast That vncouth prodigie halfe man halfe beast His mothers dire adultery descryd Minos resolues his marriage shame to hide In multitude of roomes perplext and blind The work t'excelling Daedalus assignd Who sense distracts and error leades a maze Through subtill ambages of sundry wayes As Phrygian Meander sports about The flowrie vales now winding in now out Himselfe incounters sees his following floods His streames leades to their springs and doubling scuds To long mockt seas so Daedalus compil'd Innumerable by-wayes which beguild The senses conduct that himselfe with much Adoe returnes the fallacies were such When in this fabrick Minos had inclos'd This double forme of man and beast compos'd The Monster with Athenian bloud twice fed His owne the third Lot in the ninth yeere shed Then by a Clew reguided to the doore A virgins counsell neuer found before Aegides with rapt Ariadne makes For Dia on the naked shore forsakes His confident and sleepe-oppressed Mate Now â—pining in complaints the desolate 〈…〉 with maâ—â—age comforts and that she Might glorious by a Câ—nstellation be Her head â—â—burtthens of her crowne and threw 〈◊〉 to heauen through thinner ayre it flew 〈…〉 the iewels that the verge inchace 〈…〉 to fâ—ies fast-fixed in one place Th 〈…〉 retaining They their station take 〈…〉 that Kneeles and Him who holds the Snake The Sea imprisâ—ned Paedalus meane-while W◠〈…〉 of 〈◊〉 and of his long exile 〈◊〉 with his countries loue and place of birth Thus said Though Minos baâ— both sea aud earth Yet heauen is free That course attempt I dare Held he the world he could not hold the ayre I his saidâ— to arts vnknowne he bends his wits In naâ—â—es change The quils in order knits Beginning with the least the longer still The shâ—â—t succeeds much like a rising hill Their in all pipes the shepheards long agoe Fâ—am'd of vneq â—all reeds contâ—iued so With threds the midst with wax he ioynes the ends And these as naturall wings a little bends Young â—â—us stood by who little thought That with his death he playd and smiling caught The feathers that lay hulling in the ayte Now chases the yellow waxe with busie care And interrupts his Siâ—e When his last hand He had imposed with new-made wings he â—and The ayte that bare them Then instructs his son â—e sure that in the middle course thou run Dank seas will clog the wings that lowly flye The Sun will burne them if thou for'st too high Twixt either keepe Nor on Boôtes gaze Nor Helicè nor sterne Orions rayes But follow me At once he doth aduise And vnknowne pinions to his shoulders ties Amid his work and words a tyde of teares Fret his old cheeks who trembling fingers reares Then kist him neuer to be kissed more And rais'd on lightsome feathers flies before His feare behind as birds through boundlesse sky From ayerie nests produce their yong to fly Exhorts to follow taught his banefull skill Waues his owne wings his sons obseruing still These while some Angler fishing with a cane Or Shepheard learning on his staffe or Swaine With wonder viewes he thinks them Gods that glide Through ayrie regions Now on the left side Leaues Iuno's Samos Delos Paros white Lebynthos and Calydna on the right Flowing with hony When the boy much tooke With pleasure of his wings his Guide forsooke And rauisht with desire of heauen aloft Ascends The odor-yeelding wax more soft By the swift Suns vicinitie now grew Which late his feathers did together glew That thaw'd he shakes his naked armes that bare As then no saile nor could containe the ayre When crying Helpe ô father his exclaime Blew Seas supprest which tooke from him their name His father now no father left alone Cryde Icarus where art thou which way flowne What region Icarus doth thee containe Then spies the feathers floting on the Maine He curst his arts interies thâ— coâ—pse that gaue The land a name which gaue his sonne a graue The Partridge from a thicket him suruayd As in a tombe his wretched son he layd Who clapt his fanning wings and lowdly churd Tâ— expresse his ioy as then an onely bird So made of late vnknowne in former thâ— e O Paâ—â—lus by thy eternall crime To thee thy Sister gaue him to be taught Who little of his destinie fore-thought The boy then twelue yeare aged of a mind Apt for â—â—struction and to Arts inclind He Sawes inuented by the bones that grow In fithes backs the steele indenting so And two-shankt Compasses with riuet bound Thâ—one to stand still the other turning round In 〈◊〉 distance Daeâ—â—aâ—us this stung Who from Manerua sacred turret flung The eauâ—d head-long and his falling faines Him Pallâ—s fautor of good wits sustaines Who straight the figure of foule assumes Clad in the midst of ayre with freckled plunâ—es The vigor of his late swift wit now came Into his feet and wings he keeps his name They neuer mount aloft nor trust their birth To tops of â—â—ees but sleck as low as earth And lay their egs in tufts In mind they beare Then ancient fall haughtie places feare I yr d â— aeâ—â—u now in Sâ—câ—lia lights In whole defence hospitious Cocaâ—â—â— fights Now Athens by Aegoeus glorious Seed Was from her lamentable tribute freed They crowne their Temples warlike Pallas Ioue Inuoke with all the Deities aboue Whom now they honour with the large expence Of bloud free gifts and heapes of frankincense Vast fame through all th' Argolian cities spred His praise and all that rich Acbaia fed His aid in their extremities intreat His aid afflicted Calydon though great In Meleager sought The cause a Bore Dian's reuenge and horrid Seruatore For Ocneus with a plenteous haruest blest To Ceres his first fruits of corne addrest To Pallas oyle and to Lyaeus wine Ambitious honours all the Powers diuine Reape from the rurals yet neglect to pay Diana dues her Altars empty lay Anger affects the Gods This will
short pause Perhaps you thinke this Bird which liues by rape To all a terror euer had that shape He was a man as constant in his minde As fierce in warre to great attempts inclinde Daedalion nam'd sprung from that Star which wakes The deawie Morne the last that heauen forsakes Affected peace I fostered with the rites Of nuptiall ioyes He ioy'd in bloudy fights His valour Kingdomes with their Kings subdude By whom the Thisbian Doues are now persude His daughter Chione whose beauty drew A thousand sutors ripe for marriage grew By fortune Phoebus the sonne of Mar From Delphos and Cyllenus came this way Here meeting looke and like The God of Light Deserres his ioy-imbracing hopes till night Hermes ill-brookes delay who on her laid His drowsie rod and forc't the sleepie Maid Night spangs the skie with starres An old wifes shape Apollo tooke and seconds Hermes rape Now when the fulnesse of her time drew nie Autolicbus was borne to Mercurie Nor from the Sire the Sonne degenerates Cunning in theft and wily in all fleights Who could with subtiltie deceiue the sight Conuerting white to blacke and blacke to white To Phoebus for she bare two sonnes belongs Philammon famous for his Harpe and songs What is 't t' haue had two sonnes two Gods t' inflame A valiant father Iupiter the same Is glory fatall sure t' was so to Her Who to Diaâ—as durst her face confer And blame her beauty With a cruell looke She said Our deeds shall right vs. Forthwith tooke Her bow and bent it when the bow-string flung Th'eiected arrow through her guiltie tongue It bleeds of speech and sound at once berest And life with bloud her falling bodie left What griefe ô Piety opprest my heart What said I not t' asswage my brothers smart Who heares me so as rockes the roring waues That beat their browes and for his Daughter raues But when he saw her burne foure times assail'd To sacke the flamie Pile as often fail'd Then turnes his heeles to flight much likae a Bull By Hornets stung whom scratching brambles pull Yet seem'd to run farre faster than a man As if his feet had wings and all out-ran Who swift in chace of wished death ascends Paâ—â—assus top As he his bodie bends To iumpe from downe-right cliffes compassionate Apollo with light wings preuents his fate With beake and tallons arm'd with strength repleat Aboue his size his courage still as great This Falcon friend to none all soule persu'th And grieuing is the cause of common ruth Sad Ceyx thus his brothers change relates When Pâ—â—â—aâ—â— Anctor prest the gates Who kept the Heard and cry'd halfe out of breath Peleus I bring thee newes of losse and death Report said Peleus we are bent to beare The worst of fortunes While the King with feare Hangs on his tongue He panting still afeard To winding shores we draue the weary Heard When Phoebus from the heighth of all the skie The East and West beheld with equall eie A part on yellow sands their limbs display And from their ease the wauy fields suruay While other slowly wander here and there Some swim in seas and lofty fore-heads reare A Fane vndâ—ckt with gold or marble stone Adioynes high blockt within a groue o're-growne This the Nerâ—iÌ„des and Nereus hold By sea-men who there dry'd their nets so told Neere it a Marish thicke with sallowes stood Made plashie by the interchanging stood A Wolfe a monstrous beast with hideous noise That frights the confines from those thickets flies His lightning iawes with bloud and soame besmear'd In whose red eyes two darting flames appear'd Though fell with rage and famine yet his rage More greedy farre nor hunger seekes t' asswage With bloud of beeues and so surcease but all He meets with wounds insuking in their fall Nor few of vs while we his force with-stood Fell by his rankling pâ—angs The shore with blood With bloud the sea-brimme blusht and bellowing lakes Delay is losse and Doubt if selfe forsakes Arme arme while something yet is left to lose And ioyning force this mortall Bane oppose The Heardsman ends Nor did this losse incense Aeacides remembring his offence Borne as the iustice of sad Psamathe To celebrate her Phocus Obsequie The King commands his men to arme prouides To goe in person Busie rumour guides This to Alâ—yâ—ne her passion bare Her swiftly thither running with her haire Halfe vncompos'd and that disordering clung About his necke then weepes and with a tongue That scarce could speake intreats that they alone Might goe nor hazard both their liues in one To whom Aeacides Faire Queene forgoe Your vertuous feare too much your bounties flow No force auaâ—les in such â—stents as these 'T is prayer that must the sea-thron'd Power appease A lofty towâ—e within a fortresse stood A friend to wandring ships that plough the flood They this ascend and sigâ—ung see the shore With cattell strew'd the Spoyler drencht in gore Here Peleus fixt on seas with knees that bend Blew Psamathe implores at length to end The iustâ—â—â— of her wrath She from his speech Diuerts her eares till Tâ—eâ—â—s did beseech And got her husbands pardon nor yet could The saluage Wolfe from thirst of bloud with-hold Tâ—ll she the beast as he a Heifer flew Transform'd to marble differing but in â—ew All else intire The colour of the stone Shew him no Wolfe now terrible to none Yet Fate would not permit Aeacides To harbour here nor found in exile ease Till at Magnesiâ— in a happy time Acastus purg'd him from his bloudy crime Meane-while perplext with former prodigies Both of his neece and brother to aduize With sacred Oracles the ioyes of men Câ—yx prepares for Clares Phâ—rbâ—â— then With his Phlegyan hoast alike prophane The passage stopt to Dâ—lphian Phoebus Fane Yet first to thee his secret purpose told Faith crown'd Alcyone An inward cold Shot through her bones her changing face appeares As pale as Box surrounded with her teares Thrice stroue to speake thrice weeps through deare constraint Sobs interrupting her diuine complaint What fault of mine my Life hath chang'd thy mind Where is that loue that late so cleerely shin'd Canst thou thy selfe enioy from me remou'd Doe long wayes please is now my absence lou'd Yet didst thou goe by land I should alone Grieue without feare now both combine in one Seas fright me with their tragicall aspect Of late I saw them on the shore eiect Their scattered wracks and often haue I read Sad names on sepulchers that want their dead Nor let false hopes thy confidencie please In that my father great Hippotades The strugling winds in rockie cauernes keepes And at his pleasure calmes the raging Deepes They once broke loose submit to no command But raue o're all the sea and all the land High clouds perplex with sterne concursions rore Emitting flames I feare by knowledge more These knew I and oft saw their rude comport While yet a Girle within my Fathers Court But if my prayers can
life Before the Couch of his vnhappy wife His beard all wet the haire vpon his head With water dropt who leaning on her bed Thus spake while teares from seeming passion flow Dost thou ô wretched Wife thy Câ—yx know Or am I chang'd in death looke on the Lost And for thy husband thou shalt see his Ghost No fauour could thy pious prayers obtaine For I am drown'd no longer hope in vaine Cloud-crushing South-winds in Aegaeum caught Our rauisht ship and wrackt her with her fraught My voice the flouds opprest while on thy name I vainely call'd This neither wandring Fame Nor doubtfull Author tels this I relate I that there perisht by vntimely fate Arise weepe put on blacke nor vndeplor'd For pity send me to the Stygian Ford. To this he addes a voice such a she knew Exprest her Lords with teares appearing true And gesture of his hand She sigh't and wept Stretch out her armes t' imbrace him as she slept But claspt the empty aire Then cry'd O stay Ah whither wilt thou goe we both one way Wak't with her voice and husbands shade with feare She lookes about for that which was not there For now the maids rais'd with her shreekes had brought A Taper in Not finding what she sought She strikes her cheeks her nightly linnen tare Inuades her brests nor staies t'vubind her haire But tugs it off Her Nurse the cause demands Of such a violence She wrings her hands And in the passion of her griefe replyde There 's no Alcyone none none she dyde Together with her Ceyx Silent be All sounds of comfort These these eyes did see My ship-wrackt Lord. I knew him and my hands Thrust forth t' haue held him but no mortall bands Could force his stay A Ghost yet manifest My husbands ghost which ô but ill exprest His forme and beauty late diuinely rare Now pale and naked with yet dropping haire Here stood the miserable in this place Here here and sought his aiery steps to trace O this my sad mis-giuing soule diuin'd When thou forsook'st me to persue the wind But since imbarqu'd for death would I with thee Had put to sea a happy face for me Then both together all the time assign'd For life had liu'd nor in our death dis-ioyn'd Now here I perisht there on that profound Poore I was wrackt yet thou without me drown'd O I then flouds more cruell should I striue To lengthen life and such a griefe suruiue Nor will I nor for sake thee nor defer Though one Vrne hold not both one Sepulcher Shall ioyne out titles though thy bones from mine The seas disseuer yet our names shall ioyne Griefe chok't the rest Sobs euery accent part And sighes ascend from her astonisht heart Day springs She to the shore addrest her haste Euen to that place from whence she saw him last And while she sadly vtters Here he staid Here parting kist me from thence anchor waid While she such sighs recalls her steady eyes Fixt on the Sea far off she something spies But knows not what yet like a cor's First shee Doth doubt driuen neerer though not neere might see A body plainly Though vnknowne yet much The Omen mou'd her since his fate was such Poore wretch who'ere thou art and such she said Thy wife if wed by thee a widdow made By flouds driuen neerer the more neere the more Her spirits faint now nigh th' adioyning shore Now sees she what she knowes her husbands cor's Woe 's me 't is He she cries at once doth force Her face haire habit trembling hands extends To soule-lesse Ceyx and then said Here ends My last of hopes thus ô then life more deare O husband thus return'st thou Art a Peere Had stretcht into the surges Which with-stood And brake the first incursion of the flood Thither forth-with ô wonderfull she springs â—eating the passiue aire with new-growne wings Who now a bird the waters summit rakes About she â—ies and full of sorrow makes A mournfull noise lamenting her diuorce Anon she toucht his dumbe and bloudlesse cor's With stretched wings imbrac't her perisht bliffe And gaue his colder lips a heatlesse kisse Whether he felt it or the flouds his looke â—duanc't the vulgar doubt vetsure he tooke Sense from touch The Gods commiserate And change them both obnoxious to like fate As erst they loue their nuptiall faiths they shew In little birds ingender parents grow Seuen winter dayes with peacefull calmes possest Alcyon sits vpon her floting nest Then safely saile then Aeolus incaues For his the winds and smoothes the stooping waues Some old man seeing these their pinions moue O're broad-spread Seas extols their endlesse loue By theirs a Neighbour or Himselfe teuiues An others fate Yon'sable fowle that diues And therewith shewes the wide-mouth'd Cormorant Of royall parentage may also vaunt Whose ancestors from Tros their branches spred Ilas Assaracus Ioues Ganymod Laomedon and Priamus the last That raign'd in Troy to Hector Who surpast In fortitude a brother If by powre Of Fate vnchanged in his youths first flowre He might perhaps as great a name haue wonne Thought Hector were great Dymas daughters sonne For Alixothâ—â— a country Maid Bare Aesacus by stealth in Idas shade He hating Cities and the discontents Of glittering Courts the louely woods frequents And vnambitious fields but made repaire To Ilium rarely yet he debonaire Nor vnexpugnable to loue Who splde Eperia oft desir'd by Cebrens side Her fathers riuer drying in the Sun Her fluent haire Away the Nymph did run Swift as a frighted Hinde the Wolfe at hand Or like a fearefull fowle thrust ouer-land Beneath a falcon He persues the chace Feare wings her feet and loue inforc't his pace Behold a lurking Viper in this strife Ceaz'd on her heele repressing flight with life Franticke his trembling armes the dead include Who cry'd Alas that euer I persude â— fear'd not this nor was the victory Worth such a losse Ay me two one destroy Thy wound the Serpent I the occasion gaue ◠ô more wicked yet thy death shall haue My life for satisfaction There-with flung His body from a cliffe which ouer-hung The vndermining Seas His falling limmes Vpheld by Tethys pitie as he swimmes Sh' his person plumes nor power of dying giues To be compel'd to liue the Louer grieues Disdaining that his soule so well appai'd To leaue her wretched seat should thus be staid And mounting on new wings againe on Seas His body throwes the fall his feathers ease With that inrag'd into the deepe he diues And still to drowne himselfe as vainly striues Loue makes him leane A long neck doth sustaine His sable head long-ioynted legs remaine Nor euer the affected Seas for sakes And now a suted name from diuing takes OVID'S METAMORPHOSIS The twelfth Booke THE ARGVMENT A Snake a snake-like Stone Cvâ—nus aâ—wan Caenis the maid now Caenens and a man Becomes a Fowle Neleius varies shaâ—es At last an Eagle nor Alcides scaepet OLd Priaus mournes for Aesacus nor knew That he
side-ioyn'd wing The wound was slight But sunder'd nerues could not sustaine his flight When tumbling downe his weight the arrow smote In at his side and thrust it through his throat Now braue Commander of the Rhodian Fleet Think'st thou Alcides praise a subiect meer For my discourse Alone with silence wee Reuenge our slaughtered brothers and loue thee When Nestor with mellifluous eloquence Had thus much vtter'd they with speech dispence And liberall Bacchus quaffe then all arose And giue the rest of night to soft repose The God whose Trident calmes the Ocean For strangled Cyenus turn'd into a Swan Grieues with paternall griefe Achilles fate He prosecutes with more than ciuill hate Ten yeeres now well-nigh laps'd in horrid fights Thus vnshorne Smintheus his sterne rage excites Of all our brothers sonnes to vs most deare Whose hands with ours Troys walls in vaine did reare O si hist thou not to see the Asian towres So neere their fall their owne and aiding powres By millions slaine the last of all their ioy Dead Hector drag'd about his fathers Troy Yet dire Achilles who our labour giues To vtter spoile then Warre more cruell liues Came he within my reach he then should trie The vengeance of my Trident but since I Cannot approach t' incounter with my foe Let him thy close and mortall arrows know Delius assents his vnkles wrath intends With it his owne and in a cloud descends To th' Illian hoast amid the battle seekes For Paris shooting at vn-noted Greekes Then shew'd a God and said Why dost thou lose Thy shafts so basely nobler objects chose If thou of thine at least hast any care Thy brethrens deaths reuenge on Peleus heire Then shew'd him sterne Achilles as he slew The Tro an troopes and while his bow he drew Directs the deadly shaft This only might Old Priam after Hectors death delight Him who with conquests cloy'd the iawes of death A faint adulterer depriues of breath If by th'esseminate to be o're-throwne Then should the Pollax of the Amâ—zon Haue forc't thy fate The Phrygian feare the fame And strong protection of the Gâ—aecian Name Inuincible Aeacides now burnes The God who arm'd his bones to ashes turnes And of that great Achilles scarce remaines So much as now a little Vrne containes Yet still he liues his glory lightens forth And fills the world this answers his full worth This ô diuine Pelides soares as high As thy great spirit and shall neuer die And euen his armes to instance whose they were Procure a warre Armes for his armes they beare Atax Oileus Diomedes nor The lesse Atrides not in age and war The Greater no nor any but the Son Of old Latries and bold Telamon Durst hope for such a prize Tantalides To shun the burden and the hate of these The Princes bids to sit before his tent And puts the strife on their arbitrement OVID'S METAMORPHOSIS The Thirteenth Booke THE ARGVMENT THose purple flowres which Aiax 〈◊〉 display His bloud produce Inraged Heâ—ubâ— Becomes a Bitch From Memnons cinders rise Selfe slaughtring Fowle a yeerely sacrifice What euer Anius daughters handle prouâ—s Corne wine or oyle themselues transform'd to Domes From honour'd virgins ashes Sonnes ascend Th' Ambracian Iudge a Stone Light wings defend Mâ—lossus royall issue Scylla growes A horrid Monster Murder'd Acis flowes With speedie streames The kinde Nercides For Glaucus sue iâ—â—broâ—'d in sacred Scaâ— THe great Chiefes sate the Souldiers crowne the field Vp rose the Master of the seuen-fold Shield With wrath impatient his sterne eyes suruay Sigaeum and the Nauie which there lay Then holding vp his hands Ô Ioue he said Before the Fleet must we our title plead And is Vlysses my Competitor Whose flightfull feare did Hector's flames abhor Thâ—se I sustain'd from those this Nauie treed Transfer to contend in word than deed I cannot talke nor can he fight as sarre His tongue excells as I exceed in warre Nor need I to rehearse what you haue seene In act renowned Greekes what his hath beene â—er Ithacus declare perform'd by slight Without a witnesse only knowne to Night Great is th' affected prize I must confesse But such a Riuall makes the Value lesse For me 't is no ambition to obtaine How eueâ— great what he could hope to gaine Who of this stâ—fe now wins the praise that he When vanquished may boast he strove with me But were my valour question'd I might on My birth insist begot by Telamon Who vnder Hercules Troy's bulwarkes scal'd And in Pagascan keele to Colchus sail'd His father Aeacus the iudge of Soules Where Sâ—lyphus his restesse torment roules High Iupiter vpon a mortall Loue Got Aeacus I Arax third from Ioue Nor let this pedegree assist my clame If gâ—eat Achilles ioyn'd not in the same He was my brother his I aske Why thus Shouldst thou thou sonne of damned Sisyphus Alike in thef and fraud a stranger to Achilleâ— race the right of his persue Because I first assumed armes deseiy'd By no detector are these armes deny'd Or rather for the last in field design'd Who with fâ—un'd lunacie the warre declin'd Till Palamed more politicke and more Selfe-fatall did his coward-guile explore And drew him to auoided armes Must he Now weare the best who all eschew'd and we Vnhonour'd of hereditary right Depriu'd in that we first appear'd in fight And would to Ioue he had become truly mad Or still so thought nor this companion had This tempter to foule actions euer seene The Phrygian towres The should'st not thou haue beene O Paeaus sonne exposed by our crime To Lemnian rockes where thou consum'st thy time In louely caues obscur'd with woods the stones Preuok't to pitie with thy daily grones And wishest him what he deserues thy paine If there are Gods thou wishest not in vaine Now our Confederate a Prince of braue Command to whom his shafts Alcides giue Broken with paine and famine doth imploy Those arrowes that import the fate of Troy For food and clothing yet he liues the while In that remoued from Vlysses guile And Palamed might wish t' haue beene so left Then had he liu'd or perisht vnbereft Of his deare fame This hellishly inclin'd Beares his conuicted madnesse in his mind And falsely him accus'd to haue betraid Th' Achaian hoast confirming what he said By shewing summes of gold which in his tent Himselfe had hid Thus he by banishment Or death our strength impaires for this preferr'd So fights so is Vlysses to be fear'd Though faithfull Nestor he in eloquence Surpasse his leauing Nestor no defence Of words can salue who slow with tired Age And wounded Steeds implor'd to his ingage Vlysses helpe who left to oddes of foes His old acquaintance This Tydides knowes For no forg'd crime who vainly call'd to stay His trembling friend reuiling his dismay The Gods with Iâ—stice view our humane deeds Who would not late assist assistance needs And now to be forsaken by the law Himselfe prescrib'd He cry'd I came and saw The coward