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

Woman shook Stiff were her Eyes and ghastly was her Look Her hoary Hair upright with Horrour stood Made to her Grief more knowing than she wou'd Much she reproach'd and many Things she said To cure the Madness of th' unhappy Maid In vain For Myrrha stood convict of Ill Her Reason vanquish'd but unchang'd her Will Perverse of Mind unable to reply She stood resolv'd or to possess or die At length the Fondness of a Nurse prevail'd Against her better Sense and Vertue fail'd Enjoy my Child since such is thy Desire Thy Love she said she durst notisay thy Sire Live though unhappy live on any Terms Then with a second Oath her Faith confirms The Solemn Feast of Ceres now was near When long white Linen Stoles the Matrons wear Rank'd in Procession walk the pious Train Off'ring First-fruits and Spikes of yellow Grain For nine long Nights the Nuptial-Bed they shun And sanctifying Harvest lie alone Mix'd with the Crowd the Queen forsook her Lord And Ceres Pow'r with secret Rites ador'd The Royal Couch now vacant for a time The crafty Crone officious in her Crime The curst Occasion took The King she found Easie with Wine and deep in Pleasures drown'd Prepar'd for Love The Beldame blew the Flame Confess'd the Passion but conceal'd the Name Her Form she prais'd the Monarch ask'd her Years And she reply'd The same thy Myrrha bears Wine and commended Beauty fir'd his Thought Impatient he commands her to be brought Pleas'd with her Charge perform'd she hies her home And gratulates the Nymph the Task was overcome Myrrha was joy'd the welcom News to hear But clogg'd with Guilt the Joy was unsincere So various so discordant is the Mind That in our Will a diff'rent Will we find Ill she presag'd and yet pursu'd her Lust For guilty Pleasures give a double Gust 'T was Depth of Night Arctophylax had driv'n His lazy Wain half round the Northern Heav'n When Myrrha hasten'd to the Crime desir'd The Moon beheld her first and first retir'd The Stars amaz'd ran backward from the Sight And shrunk within their Sockets lost their Light Icarius first withdraws his holy Flame The Virgin Sign in Heav'n the second Name Slides down the Belt and from her Station flies And Night with Sable Clouds involves the Skies Bold Myrrha still pursues her black Intent She stumbl'd thrice an Omen of th' Event Thrice shriek'd the Fun'ral Owl yet on she went Secure of Shame because secure of Sight Ev'n bashful Sins are impudent by Night Link'd Hand in Hand th' Accomplice and the Dame Their Way exploring to the Chamber came The Door was ope they blindly grope their Way Where dark in Bed th' expecting Monarch lay Thus far her Courage held but here forsakes Her faint Knees knock at ev'ry Step she makes The nearer to her Crime the more within She feels Remorse and Horrour of her Sin Repents too late her criminal Desire And wishes that unknown she cou'd retire Her lingring thus the Nurse who fear'd Delay The fatal Secret might at length betray Pull'd forward to compleat the Work begun And said to Cinyras Receive thy own Thus saying she deliver'd Kind to Kind Accurs'd and their devoted Bodies join'd The Sire unknowing of the Crime admits His Bowels and profanes the hallow'd Sheets He found she trembl'd but believ'd she strove With Maiden Modesty against her Love And sought with flatt'ring Words vain Fancies to remove Perhaps he said My Daughter cease thy Fears Because the Title suited with her Years And Father she might whisper him agen That Names might not be wanting to the Sin Full of her Sire she left th' incestuous Bed And carry'd in her Womb the Crime she bred Another and another Night she came For frequent Sin had left no Sense of Shame Till Cinyras desir'd to see her Face Whose Body he had held in close Embrace And brought a Taper the Revealer Light Expos'd both Crime and Criminal to Sight Grief Rage Amazement cou'd no Speech afford But from the Sheath he drew th' avenging Sword The Guilty fled The Benefit of Night That favour'd first the Sin secur'd the Flight Long wandring through the spacious Fields she bent Her Voyage to th' Arabian Continent Then pass'd the Region which Panchaea join'd And flying left the Palmy Plains behind Nine times the Moon had mew'd her Horns at length With Travel weary unsupply'd with Strength And with the Burden of her Womb oppress'd Sabaean Fields afford her needful Rest There loathing Life and yet of Death afraid In anguish of her Spirit thus she pray'd Ye Pow'rs if any so propitious are T' accept my Penitence and hear my Pray'r Your Judgments I confess are justly sent Great Sins deserve as great a Punishment Yet since my Life the Living will profane And since my Death the happy Dead will stain A middle State your Mercy may bestow Betwixt the Realms above and those below Some other Form to wretched Myrrha give Nor let her wholly die nor wholly live The Pray'rs of Penitents are never vain At least she did her last Request obtain For while she spoke the Ground began to rise And gather'd round her Feet her Leggs and Thighs Her Toes in Roots descend and spreading wide A firm Foundation for the Trunk provide Her solid Bones convert to solid Wood To Pith her Marrow and to Sap her Blood Her Arms are Boughs her Fingers change their Kind Her tender Skin is harden'd into Rind And now the rising Tree her Womb invests Now shooting upwards still invades her Breasts And shades the Neck when weary with Delay She sunk her Head within and met it half the Way And though with outward Shape she lost her Sense With bitter Tears she wept her last Offence And still she weeps nor sheds her Tears in vain For still the precious Drops her Name retain Mean time the mis-begotten Infant grows And ripe for Birth distends with deadly Throws The swelling Rind with unavailing Strife To leave the wooden Womb and pushes into Life The Mother-Tree as if oppress'd with Pain Writhes here and there to break the Bark in vain And like a Lab'ring Woman wou'd have pray'd But wants a Voice to call Lucina's Aid The bending Bole sends out a hollow Sound And trickling Tears fall thicker on the Ground The mild Lucina came uncall'd and stood Beside the struggling Boughs and heard the groaning Wood Then reach'd her Midwife-Hand to speed the Throws And spoke the pow'rful Spells that Babes to Birth disclose The Bark divides the living Load to free And safe delivers the Convulsive Tree The ready Nymphs receive the crying Child And wash him in the Tears the Parent-Plant distill'd They swath'd him with their Scarfs beneath him spread The Ground with Herbs with Roses rais'd his Head The lovely Babe was born with ev'ry Grace Ev'n Envy must have prais'd so fair a Face Such was his Form as Painters when they show Their utmost Art on naked Loves bestow And that their Arms no Diff'rence might betray Give

his Pillow rais'd he thus begun No Language can express the smallest part Of what I feel and suffer in my Heart For you whom best I love and value most But to your Service I bequeath my Ghost Which from this mortal Body when unty'd Unseen unheard shall hover at your Side Nor fright you waking nor your Sleep offend But wait officious and your Steps attend How I have lov'd excuse my faltring Tongue My Spirits feeble and my Pains are strong This I may say I only grieve to die Because I lose my charming Emily To die when Heav'n had put you in my Pow'r Fate could not chuse a more malicious Hour What greater Curse cou'd envious Fortune give Than just to die when I began to live Vain Men how vanishing a Bliss we crave Now warm in Love now with'ring in the Grave Never O never more to see the Sun Still dark in a damp Vault and still alone This Fate is common but I lose my Breath Near Bliss and yet not bless'd before my Death Farewell but take me dying in your Arms 'T is all I can enjoy of all your Charms This Hand I cannot but in Death resign Ah could I live But while I live 't is mine I feel my End approach and thus embrac'd Am pleas'd to die but hear me speak my last Ah! my sweet Foe for you and you alone I broke my Faith with injur'd Palamon But Love the Sense of Right and Wrong confounds Strong Love and proud Ambition have no Bounds And much I doubt shou'd Heav'n my Life prolong I shou'd return to justifie my Wrong For while my former Flames remain within Repentance is but want of Pow'r to sin With mortal Hatred I pursu'd his Life Nor he nor you were guilty of the Strife Nor I but as I lov'd Yet all combin'd Your Beauty and my Impotence of Mind And his concurrent Flame that blew my Fire For still our Kindred Souls had one Desire He had a Moments Right in point of Time Had I seen first then his had been the Crime Fate made it mine and justified his Right Nor holds this Earth a more deserving Knight For Vertue Valour and for Noble Blood Truth Honour all that is compriz'd in Good So help me Heav'n in all the World is none So worthy to be lov'd as Palamon He loves you too with such a holy Fire As will not cannot but with Life expire Our vow'd Affections both have often try'd Nor any Love but yours cou'd ours divide Then by my Loves inviolable Band By my long Suff'ring and my short Command If e'er you plight your Vows when I am gone Have pity on the faithful Palamon This was his last for Death came on amain And exercis'd below his Iron Reign Then upward to the Seat of Life he goes Sense fled before him what he touch'd he froze Yet cou'd he not his closing Eyes withdraw Though less and less of Emily he saw So speechless for a little space he lay Then grasp'd the Hand he held and sigh'd his Soul away But whither went his Soul let such relate Who search the Secrets of the future State Divines can say but what themselves believe Strong Proofs they have but not demonstrative For were all plain then all Sides must agree And Faith it self be lost in Certainty To live uprightly then is sure the best To save our selves and not to damn the rest The Soul of Arcite went where Heathens go Who better live than we though less they know In Palamon a manly Grief appears Silent he wept asham'd to shew his Tears Emilia shriek'd but once and then oppress'd With Sorrow sunk upon her Lovers Breast Till Theseus in his Arms convey'd with Care Far from so sad a Sight the swooning Fair. 'T were loss of Time her Sorrow to relate Ill bears the Sex a youthful Lover's Fate When just approaching to the Nuptial State But like a low-hung Cloud it rains so fast That all at once it falls and cannot last The Face of Things is chang'd and Athens now That laugh'd so late becomes the Scene of Woe Matrons and Maids both Sexes ev'ry State With Tears lament the Knight's untimely Fate Not greater Grief in falling Troy was seen For Hector's Death but Hector was not then Old Men with Dust deform'd their hoary Hair The Women beat their Breasts their Cheeks they tear Why would'st thou go with one Consent they cry When thou hadst Gold enough and Emily Theseus himself who shou'd have cheer'd the Grief Of others wanted now the same Relief Old Egeus only could revive his Son Who various Changes of the World had known And strange Vicissitudes of Humane Fate Still alt'ring never in a steady State Good after Ill and after Pain Delight Alternate like the Scenes of Day and Night Since ev'ry Man who lives is born to die And none can boast sincere Felicity With equal Mind what happens let us bear Nor joy nor grieve too much for Things beyond our Care Like Pilgrims to th' appointed Place we tend The World 's an Inn and Death the Journeys End Ev'n Kings but play and when their Part is done Some other worse or better mount the Throne With Words like these the Crowd was satisfi'd And so they would have been had Theseus dy'd But he their King was lab'ring in his Mind A fitting Place for Fun'ral Pomps to find Which were in Honour of the Dead design'd And after long Debate at last he found As Love it self had mark'd the Spot of Ground That Grove for ever green that conscious Lawnd Where he with Palamon fought Hand to Hand That where he fed his amorous Desires With soft Complaints and felt his hottest Fires There other Flames might waste his Earthly Part And burn his Limbs where Love had burn'd his Heart This once resolv'd the Peasants were enjoin'd Sere Wood and Firs and dodder'd Oaks to find With sounding Axes to the Grove they go Fell split and lay the Fewel on a Row Vulcanian Food A Bier is next prepar'd On which the lifeless Body should be rear'd Cover'd with Cloth of Gold on which was laid The Corps of Arcite in like Robes array'd White Gloves were on his Hands and on his Head A Wreath of Laurel mix'd with Myrtle spread A Sword keen-edg'd within his Right he held The warlike Emblem of the conquer'd Field Bare was his manly Visage on the Bier Menac'd his Count'nance ev'n in Death severe Then to the Palace-Hall they bore the Knight To lie in solemn State a Publick Sight Groans Cries and Howlings fill the crowded Place And unaffected Sorrow sat on ev'ry Face Sad Palamon above the rest appears In Sable Garments dew'd with gushing Tears His Aubourn Locks on either Shoulder flow'd Which to the Fun'ral of his Friend he vow'd But Emily as Chief was next his Side A Virgin-Widow and a Mourning Bride And that the Princely Obsequies might be Perform'd according to his high Degree The Steed that bore him living to the Fight Was trapp'd with polish'd

Knight was present to her Mind And anxious oft she started on the way And thought the Horseman-Ghost came thundring for his Prey Return'd she took her Bed with little Rest But in short Slumbers dreamt the Funeral Feast Awak'd she turn'd her Side and slept again The same black Vapors mounted in her Brain And the same Dreams return'd with double Pain Now forc'd to wake because afraid to sleep Her Blood all Fever'd with a furious Leap She sprung from Bed distracted in her Mind And fear'd at ev'ry Step a twitching Spright behind Darkling and desp'rate with a stagg'ring pace Of Death afraid and conscious of Disgrace Fear Pride Remorse at once her Heart assail'd Pride put Remorse to flight but Fear prevail'd Friday the fatal Day when next it came Her Soul forethought the Fiend would change his Game And her pursue or Theodore be slain And two Ghosts join their Packs to hunt her o'er the Plain This dreadful Image so possess'd her Mind That desp'rate any Succour else to find She ceas'd all farther hope and now began To make reflection on th' unhappy Man Rich Brave and Young who past expression lov'd Proof to Disdain and not to be remov'd Of all the Men respected and admir'd Of all the Dames except her self desir'd Why not of her Preferr'd above the rest By him with Knightly Deeds and open Love profess'd So had another been where he his Vows address'd This quell'd her Pride yet other Doubts remain'd That once disdaining she might be disdain'd The Fear was just but greater Fear prevail'd Fear of her Life by hellish Hounds assail'd He took a low'ring leave but who can tell What outward Hate might inward Love conceal Her Sexes Arts she knew and why not then Might deep dissembling have a place in Men Here Hope began to dawn resolv'd to try She fix'd on this her utmost Remedy Death was behind but hard it was to die T was time enough at last on Death to call The Precipice in sight A Shrub was all That kindly stood betwixt to break the fatal fall One Maid she had belov'd above the rest Secure of her the Secret she confess'd And now the chearful Light her Fears dispell'd She with no winding turns the Truth conceal'd But put the Woman off and stood reveal'd With Faults confess'd commission'd her to go If Pity yet had place and reconcile her Foe The welcom Message made was soon receiv'd 'T was what he wish'd and hop'd but scarce believ'd Fate seem'd a fair occasion to present He knew the Sex and fear'd she might repent Should he delay the moment of Consent There yet remain'd to gain her Friends a Care The modesty of Maidens well might spare But she with such a Zeal the Cause embrac'd As Women where they will are all in hast That Father Mother and the Kin beside Were overborn by fury of the Tide With full consent of all she chang'd her State Resistless in her Love as in her Hate By her Example warn'd the rest beware More Easy less Imperious were the Fair And that one Hunting which the Devil design'd For one fair Female lost him half the Kind CEYX AND ALCYONE Connection of this Fable with the former Ceyx the Son of Lucifer the Morning Star and King of Trachin in Thessaly was married to Alcyone Daughter to AEolus God of the Winds Both the Husband and the Wife lov'd each other with an entire Affection Daedalion the Elder Brother of Ceyx whom he succeeded having been turn'd into a Falcon by Apollo and Chione Daedalion's Daughter slain by Diana Ceyx prepares a Ship to sail to Claros there to consult the Oracle of Apollo and as Ovid seems to intimate to enquire how the Anger of the Gods might be atton'd THESE Prodigies afflict the pious Prince But more perplex'd with those that happen'd since He purposes to seek the Clarian God Avoiding Delphos his more fam'd Abode Since Phlegyan Robbers made unsafe the Road. Yet cou'd he not from her he lov'd so well The fatal Voyage he resolv'd conceal But when she saw her Lord prepar'd to part A deadly Cold ran shiv'ring to her Heart Her faded Cheeks are chang'd to Boxen Hue And in her Eyes the Tears are ever new She thrice assay'd to Speak her Accents hung And faltring dy'd unfinish'd on her Tongue Or vanish'd into Sighs With long delay Her Voice return'd and found the wonted way Tell me my Lord she said what Fault unknown Thy once belov'd Alcyone has done Whether ah whether is thy Kindness gone Can Ceyx then sustain to leave his Wife And unconcern'd forsake the Sweets of Life What can thy Mind to this long Journey move Or need'st thou absence to renew thy Love Yet if thou go'st by Land tho' Grief possess My Soul ev'n then my Fears will be the less But ah be warn'd to shun the Watry Way The Face is frightful of the stormy Sea For late I saw a-drift disjointed Planks And empty Tombs erected on the Banks Nor let false Hopes to trust betray thy Mind Because my Sire in Caves constrains the Wind Can with a Breath their clam'rous Rage appease They fear his Whistle and forsake the Seas Not so for once indulg'd they sweep the Main Deaf to the Call or hearing hear in vain But bent on Mischief bear the Waves before And not content with Seas insult the Shoar When Ocean Air and Earth at once ingage And rooted Forrests fly before their Rage At once the clashing Clouds to Battle move And Lightnings run across the Fields above I know them well and mark'd their rude Comport While yet a Child within my Father's Court In times of Tempest they command alone And he but sits precarious on the Throne The more I know the more my Fears augment And Fears are oft prophetick of th' event But if not Fears or Reasons will prevail If Fate has fix'd thee obstinate to sail Go not without thy Wife but let me bear My part of Danger with an equal share And present what I suffer only fear Then o'er the bounding Billows shall we fly Secure to live together or to die These Reasons mov'd her starlike Husband's Heart But still he held his Purpose to depart For as he lov'd her equal to his Life He wou'd not to the Seas expose his Wife Nor cou'd be wrought his Voyage to refrain But sought by Arguments to sooth her Pain Nor these avail'd at length he lights on one With which so difficult a Cause he won My Love so short an absence cease to fear For by my Father's holy Flame I swear Before two Moons their Orb with Light adorn If Heav'n allow me Life I will return This Promise of so short a stay prevails He soon equips the Ship supplies the Sails And gives the Word to launch she trembling views This pomp of Death and parting Tears renews Last with a Kiss she took a long farewel Sigh'd with a sad Presage and swooning fell While Ceyx seeks Delays the lusty Crew Rais'd on their Banks their Oars