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A35654	Poems and translations with the Sophy / written by the Honourable Sir John Denham, Knight of the Bath.	Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669.; Denham, John, Sir, 1615-1669. Sophy.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 2. English.	1668 (1668)	Wing D1005; ESTC R4710	83,594	304

Gates the Passes and the Streets And these the sword oretakes those it meets The Guard nor fights nor flies Their fate so near At once suspends their Courage and their Fear Thus by the Gods and by Otrides words Inspir'd I make my way through fire through swords Where Noises Tumults Out-cries and Alarms I heard first Iphitus renown'd for Arms We meet who knew us for the Moon did shine Then Ripheus Hippanis and Dymas joyn Their force and young Choraebus Mygdons son Who by the Love of fair Cassandra won Arriv'd but lately in her Fathers Ayd Unhappy whom the Threats could not disswade Of his Prophetick Spouse Whom when I saw yet daring to maintain The fight I said Brave Spirits but in vain Are you resolv'd to follow one who dares Tempt all extreams The state of Our affairs You see The Gods have left us by whose aid Our Empire stood nor can the flame be staid Then let us fall amidst Our Foes this one Relief the vanquisht have to hope for none Then re-inforc'd as in a stormy night Wolves urged by their raging appetite Forrage for prey which their neglected young With greedy jaws expect ev'n so among Foes Fire and Swords t' assured death we pass Darkness our Guide Despair our Leader was Who can relate that Evenings woes and spoils Or can his tears proportion to our Toils The City which so long had flourisht falls Death triumphs o're the Houses Temples Wall Nor only on the Trojans fell this doom Their hearts at last the vanquish'd re-assume And now the Victors fall on all sides fears Groans and pale Death in all her shapes appears Androgeus first with his whole Troop was cast Upon us with civility misplac't Thus greeting us you lose by your delay Your share both of the honour and the prey Others the spoils of burning Troy convey Back to those ships which you but now forsake We making no return his sad mistake Too late he finds As when an unseen Snake A Travellers unwary foot hath prest Who trembling starts when the Snakes azure Crest Swoln with his rising Anger he espies So from our view surpriz'd Androgeus But here an easie victory we meet Fear binds their hands and ignorance their feet Whilst Fortune our first Enterprize did aid Encourag'd with success Choraebus said O Friends we now by better Fates are led And the fair Path they lead us let us dread First change your Arms and their distinctions bear The same in foes Deceit and Vertue are Then of his Arms Androgeus he divests His Sword his Shield he takes and plumed Crests Then Ripheus Dymas and the rest All glad Of the occasion in fresh spoils are clad Thus mixt with Greeks as if their Fortune still Follow'd their swords we fight pursue and kill Some re-ascend the Horse and he whose sides Let forth the valiant now the Coward hides Some to their safer Guard their Ships retire But vain 's that hope 'gainst which the Gods conspire Behold the Royal Virgin The Divine Cassandra from Minerva's fatal shrine Dragg'd by the hair casting tow'rds heaven in vain Her Eyes for Cords her tender hands did strain Choraebus at the spectacle enrag'd Flies in amidst the foes we thus engag'd To second him amongst the thickest ran Here first our ruine from our friends began Who from the Temples Battlements a shower Of Darts and Arrows on our heads did powr They us for Greeks and now the Greeks who knew Cassandra's rescue us for Trojans slew Then from all parts Vlysses Ajax then And then th' Atridae rally all their men As winds that meet from several Coasts contest Their prisons being broke the South and West And Eurus on his winged Coursers born Triumphing in their speed the woods are torn And chasing Nereus with his Trident throws The billows from their bottom Then all those Who in the dark our fury did escape Returning know our borrowed Arms and shape And diff'ring Dialect Then their numbers swell And grow upon us first Choraebus fell Before Minerva's Altar next did bleed Just Ripheus whom no Trojan did exceed In virtue yet the Gods his fate decreed Then Hippanis and Dymas wounded by Their friends nor thee Panthus thy Piety Nor consecrated Mitre from the same Ill fate could save My Countreys funeral flame And Troys cold ashes I attest and call To witness for my self That in their fall No Foes no Death nor Danger I declin'd Did and deserv'd no less my Fate to find Now Iphitus with me and Pelias Slowly retire the one retarded was By feeble Age the other by a wound To Court the Cry directs us where We found Th' Assault so hot as if 't were only there And all the rest secure from foes or fear The Greeks the Gates approach'd their Targest cast Over their heads some scaling ladders plac't Against the walls the rest the steps ascend And with their shields on their left Arms defend Arrows and darts and with their right hold fast The Battlement on them the Trojans cast Stones Rafters Pillars Beams such Arms as these Now hopeless for their last defence they seize The gilded Roofs the marks of ancient state They tumble down and now against the Gate Of th' Inner Court their growing force they bring Now was Our last effort to save the King Relieve the fainting and succeed the dead A Private Gallery 'twixt th' appartments led Not to the Foe yet known or not observ'd The way for Hectors hapless Wife reserv'd When to the aged King her little son She would present Through this we pass and run Up to the highest Battlement from whence The Trojans threw their darts without offence A Tower so high it seem'd to reach the sky Stood on the Roof fram whence we could descry All Ilium both the Camps the Grecian Fleet This where the Beams upon the Columns meet We loosen which like Thunder from the Cloud Breaks on their heads as sudden and as loud But others still succeed mean time nor stones Nor any kind of weapons cease Before the Gate in gilded Armour shone Young Pyrrhus like a Snake his skin new grown Who fed on poys'nous herbs all winter lay Under the ground and now reviews the day Fresh in his new apparel proud and young Rowls up his Back and brandishes his tongue And lifts his scaly breast against the Sun With him his Fathers Squire Antomedon And Periphas who drove his winged steeds Enter the Court whom all the youth succeeds Of Scyros Isle who flamlng firebrands flung Up to the roof Pyrrhus himself among The formost with an Axe an entrance hews Through beams of solid Oak then freely views The Chambers Galleries and Rooms of State Where Priam and the ancient Monarchs sate At the first Gate an Armed Guard appears But th' Inner Court with horror noise and tears Confus'dly fill'd the womens shrieks and cries The Arched Vaults re-eccho to the skies Sad Matrons wandring through the spacious Rooms Embrace and kiss the Posts Then Pyrrhus comes Full of his Father

through the eies And ears of other men it takes a tincture From every channel and still bears a relish Of Flattery or private ends Mor. But danger and necessity Dare speak the truth Abd. But commonly They speak not till it is too late And for Haly He that shall tell him of the Princes danger But tells him that himself is safe Scena Secunda Enter King Princess and Solyman King Clear up clear up sweet Erythaea That cloud that hangs upon thy brow presages A greater storm than all the Turkish power Can throw upon us me-thinks I see my fortune Setling her looks by thine and in thy smile Sits victory and in thy frown our ruine Why should not hope As much erect our thoughts as fear deject them Why should we Anticipate our sorrows 'T is like those That die for fear of death What is 't you doubt his courage or his fortune Princess Envy it self could never doubt his courage King Then let not love do worse by doubting that Which is but valours slave a wise well-temper'd valour For such is his those Giants death and danger Are but his Ministers and serve a Master More to be fear'd than they the blind Goddess Is led amongst the Captives in his triumph Princess I had rather she had eyes for if she saw him Sure she would love him better but admit She were at once a Goddess and his slave Yet fortune valour all is overborn By numbers as the long resisting Bank By the impetuous Torrent King That 's but rumour Ne're did the Turk invade our Territory But Fame and Terrour doubled still their files But when our Troops encountred then we found Scarce a sufficient matter for our fury One brings word of a Messenger Solyman conduct him in 'T is surely from the Prince Enter Post and delivers a Letter King Give it our Secretaries I hope the Prince is well Post. The Letter will inform you Enter a Mess. Mess. Sir the Lords attend you Ex. Princess Enter Lords King What news from the Army Lord. Please you to hear the Letter King Read it Lord. The Turk enraged with his last years overthrow Hath re-enforc't his Army with the choice of all his Janizars And the flow'r of his whole Empire we Understand by some fugitives that he hath commanded The Generals to return with victory or expect A shameful death what I shall further do Their numbers five times exceeding ours I desire to receive directions from your Majesties command King Send away all our Guards Let fresh supplies of victuals and of money Lord. Your Treasures Are quite exhausted the Exchequer 's empty King Send to the Bankers Ab. Sir upon your late demands They answered they were poor King Sure the Villains hold a correspondence With the enemy and thus they would betray us First give us up to want then to contempt And then to ruine but tell those sons of earth I 'le have their money or their heads Wind a horn 'T is my command when such occasions are No Plea must serve 't is cruelty to spare Another Messenger Exeunt Lords King The Prince transported with his youthful heat I fear hath gon too far 'T is some disaster Or else he would not send so thick well bring him in I am prepar'd to hear the worst of evils Enter Solyman and two Captains Cap. kisses his hand King What is the Prince besieged in his Trenches And must have speedy aid or die by famine Or hath he rashly tri'd the chance of War And lost his Army and his Liberty Tell me what Province they demand for ransom Or if the worst of all mishaps hath fallen Speak for he could not die unlike himself Speak freely and yet me-thinks I read Something of better fortune in thy looks But dare not hope it Capt. Sir the Prince lives King And hath not lost his honour Cap. As safe in honour as in life King Nor liberty Cap. Free as the air he breaths King Return with speed Tell him he shall have money victuals men With all the haste they can be levied Farewel Offers to go Cap. But Sir I have one word more King Then be brief Cap. So now you are prepar'd and I may venture King What is 't Cap. Sir a Fathers love mixt with a Fathers care This shewing dangers greater and that nearer Have rais'd your fears too high and those remov'd Too suddenly would let in such a deluge Of joy as might oppress your aged spirits Which made me gently first remove your fears That so you might have room to entertain Your fill of joy Your Son 's a Conquerour King Delude me not with fained hopes false joys It cannot be And if he can but make A fair Retreat I shall account it more Than all his former conquests those huge numbers Arm'd with despair the flow'r of all the Empire Cap. Sir I have not us'd to tell you tales or fables And why should you suspect your happiness Being so constant On my life 't is true Sir King Well I 'le no more suspect My fortune nor thy faith Thou and thy news most welcom Solyman Go call the Princess and the Lords they shall Participate our joyes as well as cares Enter Princess and Lords King Fair daughter blow away those mists clouds And let thy eyes shine forth in their full lustre Invest them with thy loveliest smiles put on Thy choycest looks his coming will deserve them Princess What is the Prince return'd with safety 'T is beyond belief or hope King I sweet Erythaea Laden with spoyls and honour all thy fears Thy wakeful terrors and affrighting dreams Thy morning sighs and evening tears have now Their full rewards And you my Lords Prepare for Masques Triumphs Let no circumstance Be wanting that becomes The greatness of our State or Joy Behold he comes Enter Prince with Captains and two Captive Bashawes King Welcom brave son as welcom to thy father As Phoebus was to Iove when he had slain Th' ambitious Giants that assail'd the sky And as my power resembles that of Ioves So shall thy glory like high Phoebus shine As bright and as immortal Prince Great Sir all acquisition Of Glory as of Empire here I lay before Your Royal feet happy to be the Instrument To advance either Sir I challenge nothing But am an humble suitor for these prisoners The late Commanders of the Turkish powers Whose valours have deserv'd a better fortune King Then what hath thine deserv'd th' are thine brave Mirzah Worthy of all thy Royal Ancestors And all those many Kingdoms which their vertue Or got or kept though thou hadst not been born to 't But daughter still your looks are sad No longer I 'le defer your joys go take him Into thy chast embrace and whisper to him That welcom which those blushes promise Exit King Prince My Erythaea why entertain'st thou with so sad a brow My long desir'd return thou wast wont With kisses and sweet smiles to welcom home My victories

dig for your living A Second Western Wonder YOu heard of that wonder of the Lightning and Thunder Which made the lye so much the louder Now list to another that Miracles Brother Which was done with a Firkin of powder Oh what a damp struck through the Camp But as for honest Sir Ralph It blew him to the Vies without beard or eyes But at least three heads and a half When out came the book which the News-Monger took From the Preaching Ladies Letter Where in the first place stood the Conquerours face Which made it shew much the better But now without lying you may paint him flying At Bristol they say you may find him Great William the Con so fast he did run That he left half his name behind him And now came the Post saves all that was lost But alas we are past deceiving By a trick so stale or else such a tale Might mount for a new Thanksgiving This made Mr. Case with a pitiful face In the Pulpit to fall a weeping Though his mouth utter'd lyes truth fell from his eyes Which kept the Lord Maior from sleeping Now shut up shops and spend your last drops For the Laws of your Cause you that loath 'um Lest Essex should start and play the Second part Of Worshipful Sir Iohn Hotham News from Colchester Or A Proper new Ballad of certain Carnal passages betwixt a Quaker and a Colt at Horsly near Colchester in Essex To the Tune of Tom of Bedlam 1. ALL in the Land of Essex Near Colchester the Zealous On the side of a bank Was play'd such a Prank As would make a Stone-horse jealous 2. Help Woodcock Fox and Nailor For Brother Green 's a Stallion Now alas what hope Of converting the Pope When a Quaker turns Italian 3. Even to our whole profession A scandal 't will be counted When 't is talkt with disdain Amongst the Profane How brother Green was mounted 4. And in the Good time of Christmas Which though our Saints have damn'd all Yet when did they hear That a damn'd Cavalier Ere play'd such a Christmas gambal 5. Had thy flesh O Green been pamper'd With any Cates unhallow'd Hadst thou sweetned thy Gums With Pottage of Plums Or prophane minc'd Pie hadst swallow'd 6. Roll'd up in wanton Swine's-flesh The Fiend might have crept into thee Then fullness of gut Might have caus'd thee to rut And the Devil have so rid through thee 7. But alas he had been feasted With a Spiritual Collation By our frugal Mayor Who can dine on a Prayer And sup on an Exhortation 8. 'T was meer impulse of Spirit Though he us'd the weapon carnal Filly Foal quoth he My Bride thou shalt be And how this is lawful learn all 9. For if no respect of Persons Be due 'mongst the Sons of Adam In a large extent Thereby may be meant That a Mare 's as good as a Madam 10. Then without more Ceremony Not Bonnet vail'd nor kist her But took her by force For better for worse And us'd her like a Sister 11. Now when in such a Saddle A Saint will needs be riding Though we dare not say 'T is a falling away May there not be some back-sliding 12. No surely quoth Iames Naylor 'T was but an insurrection Of the Carnal part For a Quaker in heart Can never lose perfection 13. For as our Masters teach us The intent being well directed Though the Devil trepan The Adamical man The Saint stands un-infected 14. But alas a Pagan Jury Ne're judges what 's intended Then say what we can Brother Green's outward man I fear will be suspended 15. And our Adopted Sister Will find no better quarter But when him we inroul For a Saint Filly Foal Shall pass her self for a Martyr 16. Rome that Spiritual Sodom No longer is thy debter O Colchester now Who 's Sodom but thou Even according to the Letter A SONG SOmnus the humble God that dwells In cottages and smoaky cells Hates gilded roofs and beds of down And though he fears no Princes frown Flies from the circle of a Crown Come I say thou powerful God And thy Leaden charming Rod Dipt in the Lethaean Lake O're his wakeful temples shake Lest he should sleep and never wake Nature alas why art thou so Obliged to thy greatest Foe Sleep that is thy best repast Yet of death it bears a taste And both are the same thing at last On Mr John Fletchers Works SO shall we joy when all whom Beasts and Worms Had turn'd to their own substances and forms Whom Earth to Earth or Fire hath chang'd to Fire We shall behold more then at first entire As now we do to see all thine thy own In this thy Muses Resurrection Whose scatter'd parts from thy own race more wounds Hath suffer'd then Acteon from his Hounds Which first their Brains and then their Bellie fed And from their excrements new Poets bred But now thy Muse enraged from her Urn Like Ghosts of Murdered bodies does return T' accuse the Murderers to right the Stage And undeceive the long abused Age Which casts thy praise on them to whom thy wit Gives not more Gold then they give dross to it Who not content like Felons to Purloyn Adde treason to it and debase thy Coyn. But whither am I straid I need not raise Trophies to thee from other mens dispraise Nor is thy Fame on lesser ruines built Nor needs thy juster Title the soul guilt Of Eastern Kings who to secure their reign Must have their Brothers Sons and Kindred slain Then was wits Empire at the Fatal height When labouring and sinking with its weight From thence a Thousand lesser Poets sprung Like petty Princes from the fall of Rome When Iohnson Shakespear and thy self did sit And sway'd in the triumvirate of wit Yet what from Iohnson's oyl and sweat did flow Or what more easie Nature did bestow On Shakespear's gentler Muse in thee full grown Their graces both appear yet so that none Can say here Nature ends and Art begins But mixt like th' Elements and born like twins So interweav'd so like so much the same None this meer Nature that meer Art can name 'T was this the Antients mean't Nature and Skill Are the two tops of their Parnassus Hill To Sir Richard Fanshaw upon his Translation of Pastor Fido. SUch is our Pride our Folly or our Fate That few but such as cannot write Translate But what in them is want of Art or voice In thee is either Modesty or Choice Whiles this great piece restor'd by thee doth stand Free from the blemish of an Artless hand Secure of Fame thou justly dost esteem Less honour to create than to redeem Nor ought a Genius less than his that writ Attempt Translation for transplanted wit All the defects of air and soil doth share And colder brains like colder Climates are In vain they toil since nothing can beget A vital spirit but a vital heat That servile path thou nobly dost decline Of tracing