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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

a long trail of Light to thee descending down If in thy Smoke it ends Their Glories shine But Infamy and Villanage are thine Then what I said before is plainly show'd That true Nobility proceeds from God Not left us by Inheritance but giv'n By Bounty of our Stars and Grace of Heav'n Thus from a Captive Servius Tullus rose Whom for his Virtues the first Romans chose Fabritius from their Walls repell'd the Foe Whose noble Hands had exercis'd the Plough From hence my Lord and Love I thus conclude That tho' my homely Ancestors were rude Mean as I am yet I may have the Grace To make you Father of a generous Race And Noble then am I when I begin In Virtue cloath'd to cast the Rags of Sin If Poverty be my upbraided Crime And you believe in Heav'n there was a time When He the great Controller of our Fate Deign'd to be Man and liv'd in low Estate Which he who had the World at his dispose If Poverty were Vice wou'd never choose Philosophers have said and Poets sing That a glad Poverty 's an honest Thing Content is Wealth the Riches of the Mind And happy He who can that Treasure find But the base Miser starves amidst his Store Broods on his Gold and griping still at more Sits sadly pining and believes he 's Poor The ragged Beggar tho' he wants Relief Has not to lose and sings before the Thief Want is a bitter and a hateful Good Because its Virtues are not understood Yet many Things impossible to Thought Have been by Need to full Perfection brought The daring of the Soul proceeds from thence Sharpness of Wit and active Diligence Prudence at once and Fortitude it gives And if in patience taken mends our Lives For ev'n that Indigence that brings me low Makes me my self and Him above to know A Good which none would challenge few would choose A fair Possession which Mankind refuse If we from Wealth to Poverty descend Want gives to know the Flatt'rer from the Friend If I am Old and Ugly well for you No leud Adult'rer will my Love pursue Nor Jealousy the Bane of marry'd Life Shall haunt you for a wither'd homely Wife For Age and Ugliness as all agree Are the best Guards of Female Chastity Yet since I see your Mind is Worldly bent I 'll do my best to further your Content And therefore of two Gifts in my dispose Think e'er you speak I grant you leave to choose Wou'd you I should be still Deform'd and Old Nauseous to Touch and Loathsome to Behold On this Condition to remain for Life A careful tender and obedient Wife In all I can contribute to your Ease And not in Deed or Word or Thought displease Or would you rather have me Young and Fair And take the Chance that happens to your share Temptations are in Beauty and in Youth And how can you depend upon my Truth Now weigh the Danger with the doubtful Bliss And thank your self if ought should fall amiss Sore sigh'd the Knight who this long Sermon heard At length considering all his Heart he chear'd And thus reply'd My Lady and my Wife To your wise Conduct I resign my Life Choose you for me for well you understand The future Good and Ill on either Hand But if an humble Husband may request Provide and order all Things for the best Your's be the Care to profit and to please And let your Subject-Servant take his Ease Then thus in Peace quoth she concludes the Strife Since I am turn'd the Husband you the Wife The Matrimonial Victory is mine Which having fairly gain'd I will resign Forgive if I have said or done amiss And seal the Bargain with a Friendly Kiss I promis'd you but one Content to share But now I will become both Good and Fair. No Nuptial Quarrel shall disturb your Ease The Business of my Life shall be to please And for my Beauty that as Time shall try But draw the Curtain first and cast your Eye He look'd and saw a Creature heav'nly Fair In bloom of Youth and of a charming Air. With Joy he turn'd and seiz'd her Iv'ry Arm And like Pygmalion found the Statue warm Small Arguments there needed to prevail A Storm of Kisses pour'd as thick as Hail Thus long in mutual Bliss they lay embrac'd And their first Love continu'd to the last One Sun-shine was their Life no Cloud between Nor ever was a kinder Couple seen And so may all our Lives like their's be led Heav'n send the Maids young Husbands fresh in Bed May Widows Wed as often they can And ever for the better change their Man And some devouring Plague pursue their Lives Who will not well be govern'd by their Wives OF THE PYTHAGOREAN PHILOSOPHY FROM Ovid's Metamorphoses BOOK XV. OF THE PYTHAGOREAN PHILOSOPHY The Fourteenth Book concludes with the Death and Deification of Romulus The Fifteenth begins with the Election of Numa to the Crown of Rome On this Occasion Ovid following the Opinion of some Authors makes Numa the Schollar of Pythagoras and to have begun his Acquaintance with that Philosopher at Crotona a Town in Italy from thence he makes a Digression to the Moral and Natural Philosophy of Pythagoras On both which our Author enlarges and which are the most learned and beautiful Parts of the whole Metamorphoses A King is sought to guide the growing State One able to support the Publick Weight And fill the Throne where Romulus had sat Renown which oft bespeaks the Publick Voice Had recommended Numa to their choice A peaceful pious Prince who not content To know the Sabine Rites his Study bent To cultivate his Mind To learn the Laws Of Nature and explore their hidden Cause Urg'd by this Care his Country he forsook And to Crotona thence his Journey took Arriv'd he first enquir'd the Founder's Name Of this new Colony and whence he came Then thus a Senior of the Place replies Well read and curious of Antiquities 'T is said Alcides hither took his way From Spain and drove along his conquer'd Prey Then leaving in the Fields his grazing Gows He sought himself some hospitable House Good Croton entertain'd his Godlike Guest While he repair'd his weary Limbs with rest The Hero thence departing bless'd the Place And here he said in Times revolving Race A rising Town shall take his Name from thee Revolving Time fulfill'd the Prophecy For Myscelos the justest Man on Earth Alemon's Son at Argos had his Birth Him Hercules arm'd with his Club of Oak O'ershadow'd in a Dream and thus bespoke Go leave thy Native Soil and make Abode Where AEsaris rowls down his rapid Flood He said and Sleep forsook him and the God Trembling he wak'd and rose with anxious Heart His Country Laws forbad him to depart What shou'd he do 'T was Death to go away And the God menac'd if he dar'd to stay All Day he doubted and when Night came on Sleep and the same forewarming Dream begun Once more the God stood

own'd deny'd th' Offence Then with dry Eyes and with an open Look She met his Glance mid-way and thus undaunted spoke Tancred I neither am dispos'd to make Request for Life nor offer'd Life to take Much less deny the Deed but least of all Beneath pretended Justice weakly fall My Words to sacred Truth shall be confin'd My Deeds shall shew the Greatness of my Mind That I have lov'd I own that still I love I call to Witness all the Pow'rs above Yet more I own To Guiscard's Love I give The small remaining Time I have to live And if beyond this Life Desire can be Not Fate it self shall set my Passion free This first avow'd nor Folly warp'd my Mind Nor the frail Texture of the Female Kind Betray'd my Vertue For too well I knew What Honour was and Honour had his Due Before the Holy Priest my Vows were ty'd So came I not a Strumpet but a Bride This for my Fame and for the Publick Voice Yet more his Merits justifi'd my Choice Which had they not the first Election thine That Bond dissolv'd the next is freely mine Or grant I em'd which yet I must deny Had Parents pow'r ev'n second Vows to tie Thy little Care to mend my Widow'd Nights Has forc'd me to recourse of Marriage-Rites To fill an empty Side and follow known Delights What have I done in this deserving Blame State-Laws may alter Nature's are the same Those are usurp'd on helpless-Woman-kind Made without our Consent and wanting Pow'r to bind Thou Tancred better should'st have understood That as thy Father gave thee Flesh and Blood So gav'st thou me Not from the Quarry hew'd But of a softer Mould with Sense endu'd Ev'n softer than thy own of suppler Kind More exquisite of Taste and more than Man refin'd Nor need'st thou by thy Daughter to be told Though now thy spritely Blood with Age be cold Thou hast been young and canst remember still That when thou hadst the Pow'r thou hadst the Will And from the past Experience of thy Fires Canst tell with what a Tide our strong Desires Come rushing on in Youth and what their Rage requires And grant thy Youth was exercis'd in Arms When Love no leisure found for softer Charms My tender Age in Luxury was train'd With idle Ease and Pageants entertain'd My Hours my own my Pleasures unrestrain'd So bred no wonder if I took the Bent That seem'd ev'n warranted by thy Consent For when the Father is too fondly kind Such Seed he sows such Harvest shall he find Blame then thy self as Reason's Law requires Since Nature gave and thou soment'st my Fires If still those Apperites continue strong Thou maist consider I am yet but young Consider too that having been a Wife I must have tasted of a better Life And am not to be blam'd if I renew By lawful Means the Joys which then I knew Where was the Crime if Pleasure I procur'd Young and a Woman and to Bliss inur'd That was my Case and this is my Defence I pleas'd my self I shunn'd Incontinence And urg'd by strong Desires indulg'd my Sense Left to my self I must avow I strove From publick Shame to screen my secret Love And well acquainted with thy Native Pride Endeavour'd what I could not help to hide For which a Womans Wit an casre Way supply'd How this so well contriv'd so closely laid Was known to thee or by what Chance betray'd Is not my Care To please thy Pride alone I could have wish'd it had been still unknown Nor took I Guiscard by blind Fancy led Or hasty Choice as many Women wed But with delib'rate Care and ripen'd Thought At leisure first design'd before I wrought On him I rested after long Debate And not without consid'ring fix'd my Fate His Flame was equal though by mine inspir'd For so the Diff'rence of our Birth requir'd Had he been born like me like me his Love Had first begun what mine was forc'd to move But thus beginning thus we persevere Our Passions yet continue what they were Nor length of Trial makes our Joys the less sincere At this my Choice though not by thine allow'd Thy Judgment herding with the common Crowd Thou tak'st unjust Offence and led by them Dost less the Merit than the Man esteem Too sharply Tancred by thy Pride betray'd Hast thou against the Laws of Kind inveigh'd For all th' Offence is in Opinion plac'd Which deems high Birth by lowly Choice debas'd This Thought alone with Fury fires thy Breast For Holy Marriage justifies the rest That I have sunk the Glories of the State And mix'd my Blood with a Plebeian Mate In which I wonder thou shouldst oversee Superiour Causes or impute to me The Fault of Fortune or the Fates Decree Or call it Heav'ns Imperial Pow'r alone Which moves on Springs of Justice though unknown Yet this we see though order'd for the best The Bad exalted and the Good oppress'd Permitted Laurels grace the Lawless Brow Th' Unworthy rais'd the Worthy cast below But leaving that Search we the secret Springs And backward trace the Principles of Things There shall we find that when the World began One common Mass compos'd the Mould of Man One Paste of Flesh on all Degrees bestow'd And kneaded up alike with moistning Blood The same Almighty Pow'r inspir'd the Frame With kindl'd Life and form'd the Souls the same The Faculties of Intellect and Will Dispens'd with equal Hand dispos'd with equal Skill Like Liberty indulg'd with Choice of Good or Ill Thus born alike from Vertue first began The Diff'rence that distinguish'd Man from Man He claim'd no Title from Descent of Blood But that which made him Noble made him Good Warm'd with more Particles of Heav'nly Flame He wing'd his upward Flight and soar'd to Fame The rest remain'd below a Tribe without a Name This Law though Custom now diverts the Course As Natures Institute is yet in force Uncancell'd tho disus'd And he whose Mind Is Vertuous is alone of Noble Kind Though poor in Fortune of Celestial Race And he commits the Crime who calls him Base Now lay the Line and measure all thy Court By inward Vertue not external Port And find whom justly to prefer above The Man on whom my Judgment plac'd my Love So shalt thou see his Parts and Person shine And thus compar'd the rest a base degen'rate Line Nor took I when I first survey'd thy Court His Valour or his Vertues on Report But trusted what I ought to trust alone Relying on thy Eyes and not my own Thy Praise and Thine was then the Publick Voice First recommended Guiscard to my Choice Directed thus by thee I look'd and found A Man I thought deserving to be crown'd First by my Father pointed to my Sight Nor less conspicuous by his Native Light His Mind his Meen the Features of his Face Excelling all the rest of Humane Race These were thy Thoughts and thou could'st judge aright Till Int'rest made a Jaundice in thy Sight Or