strong in body I â—m mind As skilâ—ull Pâ—lots those surpasse who row As wise Commanders common souldiers so I thee excell Our vertue is lesse great In brawne than braine this vigorously compleat Then ô remunerate my vigilance And â—â—â—nces for so many yeeres expence In anxious â—ares this dignity extend To â—y deserts Our worke is at an end With-standing fates remou'd I in that I Haue made it fesable haue taken Troy Now by our mutuall hopes Troy's ouerthrow Those Gods which late I rauisht from the foe If ought remaine to be discreetly done That courage craues through danger to be won If in the Ilian destiny there be A knot yet to vnkit remember me Or if you can forget these Armes resigne To this and shewes Minerua's fatall Signe The Chiefes were mou'd Here words approu'd their charmes The Eloquent the Valiant now disarmes He who alone Ioue Hector sword and fiâ—e So oft sustain'd yeelds to one brunt of ire Th'vnconquered sorrow conquers Then his blade In haste vnsheaths Sure thou art mine he said Or seekes Vlysses this this shall conclude All sense of wrong And thee so oft imbrude In Phrygian bloud thy Lord's must now imbrue That none but Aiax Aiax may subdue This said his brest till then with wounds vngor'd The deadly sword where it could enter bor'd Nor could his strength the fixed steele reuell Expeld by gushing gore The bloud that fell A purple flowre ingendred on the ground Created first by Hyacinthus wound The tender leaues indifferent letters paint Both of His name and of the Gods complaint The Conqueror now hoising sailes doth stand For chaste Hypsiphile's and Thoas land Defam'd by womens vengefull violence To fetch the shafts of Hercules from thence These with their owner to the compe conuaid On that long warre a finall hand they laid Now Troy and Priamus together fall Th' vnhappy wife of Priam after all Her humane figure lost whoâ—e rauing Sprite And vncouth howlings forraine fields affright The flames of Ilium stretch their hungry fire To narrow Hellespont nor there expire That little bloud which Priams age could shed Ioues aâ—tar drinkes By her anointed head Apollos Priest they drag her hands in vaine To heauen vpheld The Victor Greekes constraine The Dardan Dames a deadly-hating prey Who imbraâ—e their country Gods and while they may Behold their burning Fanes Diâ—e violence Astanaâ— threw from that towre from whence He had seene his father by his mother showne Fight for his Kingdomes safety and his owne North-winds to seas inuite and prosperous gales Sing in their shrouds they haste to trim their sailes The Troian Ladies cry Deare soile farewell We are hal'd to loth'd captiuitie thenfell On kissed earth and leaue with much delay Their countries smoking ruines Hecuba Her sad departure to the last deferres Now found among her childrens sepulchers A sight of â—uth spread on their tombes there wailes Their cold bones kissing whom Vlysses hales From that sad comfort Some of Hectors dust Vp snatcht deliuers to her bosomes trust Vpon his tombe she left her horie haires A poâ—â—e oblation mingled with her teares Oppâ—s'd to Ilium's ruines lyes a land Tillâ—d by the Bistones in the Command Of Polmnâ—stor Danger to pâ—â—uent To him his father Polydorus sent And wisely had he not withall consign'd A masse of gold to tempt his greedy mind His foster-child when lingring Ilium drew To her last date the Thracian Tyrant slew Whom as if he his murder with the slaine Could cast away he casts into the maine Now rod Atrides at the Thracian shore Till winds forbore to storme and seas to rore When from they yawning earth Achilles rose Like mightie as in life whose lookes discose As sterne a wrath as when his lawlesse blade Was on Atrides drawne and frowning said You Greekes of me vnmindfull can you thus From hence depart shall our deserts with vs Lodge in obliuion Proue not so ingrate With slaine Polixena regratulate Our Sepulcher t is she I couet most A sacrifice that will appease our Ghost Then vanisht They th'vngentle Sprite obaid And from her Mothers bosome drew the Maid High-sould vnhappy more then feminine To his resembled tombe with liâ—e to signe Infernall Dues Of her high birth she thought And now vnto the bloudy altar brought Seeing the sacrifice for her prepar'd And the Neoptolemus vpon her star'd With sword aduanc't she said vntoucht with dred Our generous bloud to your intentions shed Dispatch I am ready in my throat or brest Your weapon sheath With that with-drew her vest Polyxena doth seruitude despise And yet no God affects such sacrifice I onely wish my death might be vnknowne To my afflicted mother She alone Disturbs the ioyes of death though Priams wife My death should lesse bewaile then her owne life Nor let the touch of man pollute a maid That my free soule may to the Stygian shade Vntainted passe If this be iust remoue Your hand I shall more acceptable proue Vnto that God or Ghost what ere he bee To whom I am offer'd if my bloud be free And if a dying tongue preuaile at all I late great Priams daughter now a thrall Sollicit that my corps may not be sold But giuen my mother nor exchange for gold Sad rites of sepulture In former yeares Sh' had gold to giue now poore accept her teares This hauing said for her that would not weepe The people wept the Priest could hardly keepe His eyes from teares Yet did what he abhord And in her proffered bosome thrust his sword On doubling knees she sinkes with silent breath And cheerefully incounters smild-on Death Then when she fell she had a care to hide What should be hid and chastly-decent dide Her corpes was carried by the Troian dames Who in a funerall long repeat the names Of Priâ—â—s mourn'd-for Seed what streames of gore One House had spent Thee Virgin they deplore And thee O royall Wife intitled late The mother Queene and glory of that State A Captiue now cast by a scorned lot On victor Ithachas refusâ—d if not For bearing Hector Hector so renoun'd A master hardly for his mother found She hug's the corps that such a spirit kept Who for her country children husband wept â—o oft now weepes for her her lips comprest Her wounds hâ—s with her teares Then beats her brest Her hoarie haire besmear'd with clotted gore And bosome torne this spake she and much more Poore daughter our last sorrow what is left For Fortunes spight by bloudy death bereft On thee I see my wounds That none of mine May woundlesse die these wounds thy bosome signe In that a woman thee I held secur'd But thou a woman suffer'st by the sword This Bane of Troy our Depriuation who So many of thy princely brothers slue Hath slaine thee also When his life was laid â—y Paris and Apollo's shafts I said Now is Achilles to be fear'd no more Now dead to vs as dreadfull as before Against my race his ashes raues his tombe Presents a foe O my
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
my sleepe he purposeth to kill Nor with so foule an enterprize content An Hostage murders from Moloâ—sus sent Part of his seuer'd scarce-dead lims he boyles An other part on hissing Embers broyles This set before me I the house ore-turn'd With vengefull flames which round about him burn'd He frighted to the silent Desart flies There howles and speech with lost indeuour â—ries His selfe-like iawes still grin more than for food He slaughters beasts and yet delights in bloud His armes to thighs his clothes to bristles chang'd A Wolfe not much from his first forme estrang'd So horie hair'd his lookes so full of rape So fiery ey'd so terrible his shape One house that fate which all deserue sustaines For through the World the fierce Eriâ—â—ys raignes You 'ld thinke they had conspir'd to sinnâ— But all Shall swiftly by deserued vengeance fall Ioue's words apart approue and his intent Exasperate the rest giue their consent Yet all for Mans destruction grieu'd appeare And aske what forme the widowed Earth shall beare Who shall with odours their cold Altars feast Must Earth be onely by wilde beasts possess The King of Gods re-comforts their despaire And biddeth them impose on him that care Who promis'd by a strange originall Of better people to supply their fall And now about to let his lightning flie He fear'd lest so much flame should catch the skie And burne heauens Axeltree Besides by doome Of certaine Eaâ—e he knew the time shoul'd come When Sea Earth rauisht Heauen the curioâ—s Frames Of this World's masse should shrinke in purging flame He therefore those Cyclopean darts reiects And different-natur'd punishments elects To open all the Flood-gates of the skie And Man by inundation to destroy Rough Boreas in Aeollan prison laid And those drie blasts which gathered Clouds inuade Out flyes the South with dropping wings who shrouds His terrible aspect in pitchy clouds His white hair streams his swolne Beard big with showres Mists bind his brows Rain from his bosom poures As with his hands the hanging clouds he crusht They roar'd and downe in showres together rusht All-colour'd Iris Iuno's messenger To weeping Clouds doth nourishment confer The Corne is lodg'd the Husband-men despaire Their long yeares labour lost with all their care Ioue not content with his aethereall rages His Brother 's auxiliaric flouds ingages The Streames conuented 'T is too late to vse Much speech said Neptune all your powres effuse Your dores vnbarre remoue what-ere restraines Your liberall Waues and giue them the full raynes Thus charged they returne their Springs vnfold And to the Sea with head-long furie rol'd He with his Trident strikes the Earth Shee shakes And way for Water by her motion makes Through open fields now rush the spreading Floods And hurry with them Cattell People Woods Houses and Temples with their Gods inclos'd What such a force vn-ouerthrowne oppos'd The higher-swelling Water quite deuoures Which hides the aspiring tops of swallowed towres Now Land and Sea no different visage bore For all was Sea nor had the Sea a shore He takes a Hill He in a Boat deplores And where He lately plow'd now strikes his Oares O're Corne o're drowned Villages He sailes He from high Elmes intangled Fishes hales In Fields they anchor cast as Chance did guide And Ships the vnder-lying Vineyards hide Where Mountayne-louing Goats did lately graze The Sea-calfe now his vgly body layes Groues Cities Temples couer'd by the Deep The Nymphs admire in woods the Delphins keep And chace about the boughs the Wolfe doth swim Amongst the Sheepe the Lyon now not grim And Tygres tread the Waues Swift feet no more Auaile the Hart nor wounding tuskes the Bore The wandring Birds hid Earth long sought in vaine With weary wings descend into the Mayne Licentious Seas o're drowned Hills now fret And vnknowne surges Ayerie Mountaynes beat The Waues the greater part deuoure the rest Death with long-wanted sustenance opprest The Land of Phocis fruitfull when a Land Diuides Aâ—nia from th' Actaean strand But now a part of the insulting Mayne Of sudden-swelling waters a vast Playne There his two heads Parnassus doth extend To touched Stars whose tops the Clouds transcend On this Deucalion's little Boat was throwne With him his Wife the rest all ouer-flowne Corycian Nymphs and Hill-gods he adores And Themis then oraculous implores None was there better none more iust than Hee And none more reuerenc't the Gods than Shee Ioue when he saw that all a Lake was growne And of so many thousand men but one One of so many thousand women left Both guiltlesse pious both of all bereft The clouds now chac't by Boreas from him throwes And Earth to Heauen Heauen vnto Earth he showes Nor Seas persist to rage their awfull Guide The wilde waues calmes his Trident laid aside And calls blew Triton riding on the Deep Whoso mantle Nature did in purple steep And bids him his lowd-sounding shell inspire And giue the Flouds a signall to retire He his wreath'd trumpet takes as giuen in charge That from the turning bottom growes more large To which when he giues breath 't is heard by all From farre-vprising Phoebus to his Fall When this the watery Deitie had set To his large mouth and sounded a retreat All Flouds it heard that Earth or Ocean knew And all the Flouds that heard the same with-drew Seas now haue shores full streames their channels keep They sink and hils aboue the waters peep Earth re-ascends as waues decrease so grow The formes of things and late-hid figures show And after a long day the trees extend Their bared tops with mud their branches bend The World 's restor'd Which when in such a state So deadly silent and so desolate Deucalion saw with teares which might haue made An other Floud he thus to Pyrrha said O Sister O my Wife the poore Remaines Of all thy Sex which all in one containes Whom humane Nature one paternall Line Then one chaste Bed and now like dangers ioyne Of what the Sunne beholds from East to West We two are all the Sea intombs the rest Nor yet can we of life be confident The threatning clowds strange terrors still present O what a heart would'st thou haue had if Fate Had ta'ne me from thee and prolong'd thy date So wilde a feare such sorrowes so forlorne And comfortlesse how couldest thou haue borne If Seas had suckt thee in I would haue follow'd My Wife in death and Sea should me haue swallow'd O would I could my Father's cunning vse And soules into well-modul'd Clay infuse Now all our mortall Race we two contayne And but a pattern of Man-kind remaine This said both wept both pray'rs to heauen addresse And seeke the Oracle in their distresse Forth-with descending to Cephisus Floud Which in known banks now ran though thick with mud They on their heads and garments water throw And to the Temple of the Goddesse goe At that time all defil'd with mosse and mire The vnfrequented Altar without fire Then
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
wound his soule exhal'd He took the Bowe which crst the Youth did bend And said With me thou Murderer contend Nor longer glory in a Boye 's sad fate Which staines thy actions with deserued hate Yet speaking from the string the arrow flew Which tooke his plighted robe as he with-drew Acrisioniades vpon him prest And sheath'd his Harpy in his groning brest Now dying he for Atys looks with eyes That swim in night and on his bosome lyes Then chearfully expires his parting breath Reioycing to be ioyn'd to him in death Phorbas the SyeÌ„nit Methion's son With him the Libyan Amphimedon Eager of combate slipping in the blood That drencht the pauement fell his sword withstood Their re-ascent which through the short-ribs smote Amphimedon and cut the others throte Yet Perseus would not venture to inuade the Halbertere Eritheuâ— with his blade But in both hands a Goblet high imbost And massie tooke which at his head he cost Who vomits clotted bloud and tumbling downe Knocks the hard pauement with his dying crowne Then Polydaemon sprung from Goddesse-borne Semiramis Phlegyas the vnshorne Elyce Clytus Scythian Abaâ—is And braue Lycetus old Sperchesiuâ— blisse Fell by his hand whose foet in triumph tread Vpon the slaughtred bodies of the dead But Phineus fearing to confront his Foe In close assault far-off a dart doth throw Which led by error did on I da light A Neuter who in vaine forbare to fight He sternly frowning thus to Phineus spake Since you me an vnwilling partie make Receiue the enemie whom you haue made That by a wound a wound may be repay'd About to hurle the Dart drawne from his side With losse of bloud he faints and falling dy'd Then great Odytes fell by Clyman's sword Next to the King the greatest Cephen Lord Hypsaeus slew Protâ—nor Lyâ—â—edes Hypsâ—us Old Emathion fell with these Who fear'd the Gods and fauoured the right He whom old age exempted from the fight Fights with his tongue himselfe doth interpose And deeply execrates their wicked blowes Cromis as he imbrac't the Altar lopt His shaking head which on the Altar dropt Whose halfe-dead tongue yet curses expireâ— His righteous soule amidst the sacred Fires Then Bâ—â—tëas and Ammon Phineus slew Who from one womb at once their being dreâ—â— Inuincible with hurle-bats could they quell The dints of swords Neere these Alphytus fell The Priest of Ceres with a Miter crown'd Which to his temples a white fillet bound And thou Lampelides whose pleasant wit Detesting discord in soft peace more fit To sing vnto thy tunefull Lire now prest With Songs to celebrate the nuptiall Feast When Pettalus at him who stood far off With his defenselesse Harp strikes with this scoff Goe sing the rest vnto the Ghosts below And pearâ—t his Temples with a deadly blow His dying fingers warble in his fall And then by chance the Song was tragicall This vnreueng'd Lycormas could not brooke But from the door 's right side a Leauer tooke And him between the head and shoulders knocks Downe falls he like a sacrificed Ox. Ciniphean Palates then sought to seaze Vpon the left when fierce Marmorides His hand nayl'd to the door-post with a Speare Whose side stern Abas pierc't as he stuck there Nor could he fall but giuing vp the ghost Hung by the hand against the smeared post Melaneus then of Perseus partie fell And Dorilas whose riches did excell In Nasoemoniae none than he more great For large Possessions and huge hoards of Wheat The steel stuck in his groine which death pursew'd Whom Halcyoneus of Bactria view'd The Author of the wound as he did roule His turn'd-vp eyes and sighed-out his soule For all thy land said he by this diuorce Receiue thy length and left his bloudlesse corse The Speare reuengefull Abantides drew From his warm wound and at the Thrower threw Which in the middle doth his nares diuide And passing through appear'd on either side Whilst Fortune crown'd him Clytiuâ— he confounds And Danus of one womb with different wounds Through Clytius thighs a ready Dart he cast An other 'twixt the iawes of Danus past Mindeâ—â—an Celadon and Aâ—ter slew His Father doubtfull gotton on a Iew Echion late well seene in things to come Now ouer-taken by an vnknowne doome Thoactes Phineus Squire his fauchion try'd And fell Agyrtes that fould parricide Yet more remayn'd than were already spent For all of them to murder one consent The bold Conspirators on all sides fight Impugning promise merit and his right The vainely-pious Father sides with th' other With him the frighted Bride and pensiue Motherâ— Who fill the Court with out-cryes by the sound Of clashing Armes and dying screeches drown'd Bellona the polluted floore imbrews With streams of bloud and horrid warre renewes False Phineus with a thousand in a ring Begirt the Heros who their Lances fling As thick as Winters haile that blinde his sight Sing in his eares and round about him light His guarded back he to a pillar sets And with vndaunted force confronts their threatâ—â— Chaonian Molpeus prest to his left side The right Nabathean Ethemon ply'd As when a Tyger pincht with famine heare 's Two bellowing Herds within one Vale for beares Nor knowes on which to rush as being loth To leaue the other and would fall on both So Perseus which to strike vncertayne proues Who daunted Molpeus with a wound remoues Contented with his flight in that the rage Of fierce Ethemon did his force ingage Who at his neck vncircumspectly stroke And his keene sword against the pillar broke The blade from vnrelenting stone rebounds And in his throte th' vnhappy owner wounds Yet was not that enough to work his end Who fearfully doth now his armes extend For pitty vnto Perseus all in vaine Who thrust him through with his Cyâ—enian skeine But when he saw his valour ouer-sway'd By multitude I must said he secâ— ayd Since you your selues compell me from my foe Friends turn your backs then Gâ—rgons head doth shâ—â— Some others seek said Thessalus to fright With this thy Monster and with all his might A deadly dart indeuour'd to haue throwne But in that positure became a stone Next Amphix full of spirit forward prest And thrust his sword at bold Lyncides brest When in the passe his fingers stupid grow Nor had the power of mouing to or fro But Nileus he who with a forged stile Vanted to be the sonne of seuen-fold Nile And bare seuen sihier Riuers in his shield Distinctly wauing through a golden field To Perseus said Behold from whence we sprung To euer-silent shadowes beare a-long This comfort of thy death that thou didst die By such a braue and high borne enemie His vtterance faultred in the latter clause The yet vnfinisht sound struck in his iawes Who gaping stood as he would something say And so had done if words had sound a way These Eryx blames 'T is your faint soules that dead Your powres said he and not the Gorgon's head Rush on with me and
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
much And hardly thinke it safe the slaine to touch Yet with his bloud they die their iauelins red He set his foot vpon his horrid head My right said he receiue rare Nonacrine And let my glory euer share with thine Then gaue the bristled spoyle in terror charm'd And gastly head with monstrous â—ushes arm'd She in the Gift and Giâ—er pleasure tooke All 〈◊〉 with prepostrous enuy strooke On whom the violent 〈◊〉 frowne And cry aloud with stretcht-out armes Lay downe Nor Woman of our titles vs bereaue Lest thee thy beauties confidence deceaue His aid to weake whom loue hath rest of sight And snatcht from her her gift from him his right Oâ—nides swels his lookes with anger sterne You rauishers of others honours learne Said he the distance betweene words and deeds With wicked steele secure Plexippus speeds While Toxeus whether to reuenge his blood Or shun his brothers fortune wauering stood He cleares the doubt the weapon hot before By th' others wound new heats in his hearts gore Gifts to the holy Gods Althaea brings For her sons victorie and Paeans sings When back she saw her slaughtred brothers brought At that sad obiect screecht and griefe-distraught The Citie fils with out-cryes off she teares Her royall robes and funerall garments weares But told by whom they fell no longer mournes Rage dries her eyes her teares to vengeance turnes The triple Sisters earst a brand conuai'd Into the fire her belly newly laid Thus chanting while they spun the fatall twine O lately borne one period we assigne To thee and to this brand The charme they weaue Into his fate and then the chamber leaue His mother snatcht it with an hastie hand Out of the fire and quencht the flagrant brand This in an inward closser closely layes And by preseruing it preserues his dayes Which now produc't a pyle of wood she rais'd That by the hostile fire inuaded blaz'd Foure times she proffers to the greedy flame The fatall brand as oft with-drew the same A Mother and a Sister now contend And two-diuided names one bosome rend Oft feare of future crimes a palenesse bred Oft burning Furie gaue her eyes his red Now seemes to threaten with a cruell looke And now appeares like one that pitie tooke Her teares the feruor of her anger dryes Yet found she teares againe to drowne her eyes â—uea as a ship when wind and tyde contends Fâ—eles both their furies and with either bends So Thestias whom vnsteddie passion driues Fy changes calmes her rage and rage reuiues A sister loue at length subdues a mothers That bloud may appease the ghosts of bleeding brothers Impiously pious Flames to ashes turne This brand said she and my loth'd bowels burne Then holding in her hand the fatall wood As she before the funerall altar stood You triple Powers who guiltie Soules persue Fun enides these Rites of vengeance view â—act the crime I punish Death must be By death atton'd On murder murder we Accumulate redoubling sunerall Due Image by congested sorrowes fall Shall Oeneus ioy in his victorious son Sad Thestius rob'd of his be both vndone I â—â—ke vp ô you my brothers ghosts you late â—â—â—ledged soules see how I right your fate A 〈◊〉 to this infernall sacrâ—fizo Of high esteeme my wombâ— accursed prize Ay me ô whither am I rapt excuse A mother brothers Trembling hands refuse Their fainting aid He merits death yet by A mothers rage me thinkes he should not dye Then shall hee scape aliue a victor feast In proud successe of Calydon possest You little ashes and chill Shades sorlorne I le not indure it Perish Villaine borne To our immortall ruine Ruinate With thee thy fathers hopes his crowne and state Where is a mothers heare a parents praier Th' vnthought-of burden which I ten months bare O would while yet an infant the first flame Had thee deuour'd nor I oppos'd the same Thy life my gift by thine owne merit dye A iust reward for thy impiety Thy twice-giuen life restore first by my womb Last by this rauisht brand or me a tomb With my poore brothers Faine I would persue Reuenge yet would not O what shall I doe Before my eyes my brothers wounds now bleed And the sad image of so soule a deed Now pittie and a mothers name controule My sterne intention ô distracted soule You haue won my brothers but alas ill won So that while thus I comfort you I run Your fate With eyes reuerst her quaking hand To trembling flames expos'd the funerall brand The Brand appeares to sigh or sighes expires Wrapt in th'imbracements of vnwilling fires Vnknowing Meleager absent broyles Euen in those flames his blood thick-panting boyles I vnseene fire Who such tormenting paines With more then manly fortitude sustaines Yet grieues that by a slothfull death he fals Without a wound Ancaeus happy calls His aged father brothers sisters wife Now gâ—oning names with his last words of life Perhaps his mother Flames and paines increase Againe they languish and together cease To liquid aâ—â—e his vanâ—sht spirits turne And â—able coles in shrouds of ashes mourne I ow heâ— high Calydon the yongue the old Ignoble noble all their griefes vnfold The Câ—lydonian matrons cut their haire 〈◊〉 their beauties cry woe and despaire His heaâ—ie head with dust his father hides â—yes grâ—ueling on the ground and old age chides For now his mother by her guilt persude Reuenging steele in her owne brest imbrude Though Ioue an hundred able tongues bestow A 〈◊〉 that should with full inuention flow A 〈◊〉 iâ—tuse into my brest 〈◊〉 â—isters followes could not be exprest Then selues for getting decency deface As long as he a bodie it imbrace 〈◊〉 his palâ—lips when turn'd to ashes they The ashes in their bâ—uised bosoms lay â—allon his tomb his name that there appeares Inâ—old and fill the characters with teares But when Dana's wrath was satisfide Wâ—an Oeniu â—rery they all beside 〈◊〉 Gorge and the louely Dâ—ianâ—â— On plumy pinions by her powre aspire With long-extended wings and beakes of horne Who through the ayre in varied shapes are borne Meane while to Pallas towres Aegides hyes His part performâ—d in that ioynt enterprise Whose hast raine-raised Achelous staid Renoun'd â—ecropian Prince the Riuer said Vouchsafe my roofe nâ—â— to th' impetuous flood Commit thy person Oft huge logs of wood And broken rocks downe-tumbling lowdly rore Houses and Herds not seldome here to fore Hurried away nor was the Oxe of force To keepe his stand nor swiftnesse sau'd the Horse And when dissolued snow from mountaines pour'd The turning eddies many haue deuour'd More safe to stay vntill the current run Within his bounds To whom Aegaeus son T were folly if not madnesse to refuse Thy house and counsell both I meane to vse Then exters his large caue where Nature plaid The Aâ—tisun of hollow Pumice made And rugged Tophas floord with humid mosse The roose pure white and purple shels imbosse Now had Hyperion past two parts of day When Theseus with
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
her offence Reply'd The willing with more ease persue Who wish the same whom equall flames subdue For thou ô well desern'st to be persude Giue hope and credit me thou shalt be woo'd Rest therefore of thy beautie confident Loe I a Goddesse radiant Sols descent In hearbs so potent and no lesse in charmes Proffer my selfe and pleasures to thy armes Scorne her that scornes thee her that seekes persue And in one deed reuenge thy selfe of two Glaucus reply'd to her who sought him so First shady groues shall on the billowes grow And Sea-weeds to the mountaine tops remoue Ere I and Scylla liuing change my loue The Goddesse frets who since she neither could Destroy a Deitie nor louing would On her preferr'd before her bends her ire And high-incensed with repulst desire Forth-with infectious drugs of dire effects Together grindes and Hecat's charmes iniects A sullen robe indues the Court forsakes Through throngs of fawning beasts her iourney takes To Rhegium opposite to Zancle's shore And treads the troubled waues that lowdly rore Running with vnwet feet on that Profound As if sh 'had trod vpon the solid ground A little Bay by Scylla haunted lies Bent like a bow sconst from the Seas and skies Distemper when the high-pitcht Sunne inuades The World with hottest beames and shortens shades This with portenteous poisons she pollutes Be sprinkled with the iuyce of wicked roots In words darke and ambiguous nine-times thrice Inchantments mutters with her magicke voice Now Scylla came and wading to the waste Beheld her hips with barking dogs imbrac't Starrs backe at first not thinking that they were Part of her selfe but rates them and doth feare Their threatening iawes but those from whom she flies She with her hales Then looking for her thighes Her legs and feet in stead of them she found The mouthes of Cerberus inuiron'd round With rau'ning Curres the backes of saluage beasts Support her groine whereon her belly rests Kinde Glaucus wept and Circes bed refus'd Who had so cruelly her Art abus'd But Scylla still remaining Cirâ—â— hates Who for that cause destroy'd Vlysses mates And had the Troian nauie drown'd of late If not before transform'd by powerfull Fate Into a Rocke the stony Prodigie Yet eminent from which the Sea-men flie This and Charybdis past with stretching oares The Troian fleet now neare th' Ausonian shores Crosse winds and violent to Libya draue There in her heart and palace Dido gaue Aeneas harbor with impatience beares Her husbands flight forth-with a Pile she rearos Pretending sacrifice and then doth fall Vpon his sword deceiu'd deceiuing all Flying from Carthage Eryx he re-gain'd There where his faithfull friend Acestes raign'd His fathers funeralls re-solemniz'd He puts to Sea with ships well-nigh surpriz'd By Iris flames Hippotade's Command The sulphur-fuming Iles the rockie Strand Of Acheloian Sirens leauing lost His Pilot to Inarime then crost To Prochyta and Pithecusa wall'd With barten hilles so of her people call'd For Iupiter detesting much the slie And fraudulent Cercopeans periury Into deformed beasts transform'd them then Although vnlike appearing like to men Contracts their limbes their noses from their browes He flats their faces with old wrinkles plowes And couering them with yellow haire affords This dwelling first depriuing them of words So much abus'd to periury and wrongs Who iabber and complaine with stammering tongues Then on the right-hand left Parthenope Misenus on the left far-stretcht in Sea So named of his Trumpetor thence past By slimie Marishes and anchor cast At Cuma entring long-liu'd Sibyls caues A passage through obscure Auernus craues T' his Fathers Manes She erects her eyes Long fixt on earth and with the Deities Reception â—ill'd in sacred rage reply'd Great things thou seek'st ô thou so magnifi'd For mighty deeds thy piety through flame Thy arme through Armies consecrate thy name Yet feare not Troian thy desires inioy T' Elysian Fields th' infernall Monarchie And Fathers Shade I will thy person guide No way to noble Vertue is denide Then to a Golden bough directs his view Which in Auernian Iuno's Hort-yard grew And bade him pull it from the sacred tree Aeneas her obeyes and now doth see The Spoiles of dreadfull Hell his Grand-sires lost In death and great Anchises aged Ghost Is by his bounty that the Cycâ—ops fowle And hungry maw had not deuour'd my Soule That now I may be buried when I die Or at the least not in his entrailes lie O what a heart had I with feare bereft Of soule and sense when I behinde was left And saw your flight I had an Out-cry made But that afeard to haue my selfe betray'd Yours almost had Vlysses ship destroy'd I saw him â—iue out of the mountaines side A solid rocke and dart it on the Maine I saw the furious Giant once againe When mightie stones with monstrous strength he â—lung Like qâ—aâ—ries by a warlike engine slung Left ship should sinke with waues and stones I feare Not then remembring that I was not there He when your flight had rescu'd you from death Oâ—e Aetna paces sighing clouds of breath And groping in the woods bereft of sight Incounters rustling rockes mad with despight Extends his bloudy armes to vnder waues The Greekes perâ—ues with curses and thus raues O would some God Vlysses would ingage Or some of his to my insatiate rage Iâ—d gnaw his heart his liuing members rend Gâ—lpe downe his bloud till it againe ascend And craâ—â—â— his panting sinewes O how light A losse or none were then my losse of sight This spake and more My ioynts pale horror shooke To see his 〈◊〉 and slaughter-smeared looke His bloudy hands his eyes deserted seat Vast limbes and beard with humane gore concreat Death stood before mine eyes my least dismay Now thought my selfe surpriz'd now that I lay Sou'st in his paunch That time presents my view When two of ours on dashing stones he threw Then on them like a shagged Lion lies Their entrails flesh yet mouing arteries White marrow with crasht bones at once deuoures I sad and bloudlesse stood feare chill'd my powres Seeing him eat and cast the horrid food Raw lumpes of flesh wine mixt with clotted blood Euen such a fate my wretched thoughts propound Long lying hid afraid of euery sound Aâ—horring death yet couering to die With mast and hearbs repelling famine I Alone forlorne to death and torment left This ship espy'd this by my gestures weft Tranne to shore nor safety vainly seeke A Trâ—ian vessell entertain'd a Greeke Now worthy friend your owne aduentures tell And what since first you put to sea befell He told how Aeolus raign'd in Thusâ—an Seas Storme-fettering Aeolus Hippotades Who nobly gaue to their Dulichian Guide A wind inclosed in an oxes hide Nine daies they sailed with successefull gales Sought shores descry'd the tenth had blancht their sailes When greedy Sailers thinking to haue found A masse of enuy'd gold the wind vnbound This thâ—ough rough seas the Nauie backward driues Which at the Aeolian port againe arriues
Sol in seas his radiant fore-head vail'd Swart Night her browes exalts with starres impal'd The selfe same God the same command repeats And greater plagues to disobedience threats Afraid he now prepares to change his owne For forâ—eine seats This through the City blowne Accus'd for breach of lawes arraign'd and try'd They proue the fact not by himselfe deny'd His hands and eyes then lifting to the skie O thou whom twice Six Labours deifie Assist that art the author of my crime White stones and blacke they vs's in former time The white acquit the blacke the pris'nor cast And in such sort this heauy sentence past Blacke stones all threw into the fatall Vrne But all to white turn'd out to number turne Thus by Aleides power the sad Decree Was strangely chang'd and Mycilus set free Who thanking Amphitryoniades With a full fore-wind crost th' Iâ—nian Seas Lacedemonian Tarentum past Faire Sybaris Neaethus running fast By Salentinum Thurin's crooked Bay High Temesis and strong Iapygia Scarce searching all that shores sea-beaten bound The fatall mounth of Aesarus out-found A Tombe hard by the sacred bones inclos'd Of famous Croton here as erst impos'd Alemons sonne erects his City walls Which of th'intombed he Crotona calls Of this Originall this City boasts Built by a Graecian on Italian coasts Here dwelt a Samian who at once did flie From Samos Lords and hated Tyrannie Preferring voluntary banishment Though farre from Heauen his mind 's diuine ascent Drew neere the Gods what natures selfe denies To humane Sight he saw with his Soules eyes All apprehended in his ample brest And studious cares his knowledge he profest To silent and admiring men who taught The Worlds originall past humane thought What nature was what God that cause of things From whence the Snow fraÌ„ whence the lightning springs Whether Ioue thunder or the winds that rake The breaking Clouds what caus'd the Earth to quake What course the Starâ—es obseru'd what e're lay hid From vulgar sense and first of all forbid With slaughtred creatures to defile our boords In such though vnbeleeu'd yet learned Words Forbeare your selues ô Mortals to pollute With wicked food corne is there generous fruit Oppresse their boughs plump grapes their Vines attire There are sweet hearbs and sauory roots which fire May mollifie milke honey redolent With flowers of Thime thy pallat to content The prodigall Earth abounds with gentle food Affording banquets without death or blood Brute beasts with flesh their rau'nous hunger cloy And yet not all in pastures horses ioy So flocks and beards But those whom Nature hath Indu'd with cruelty and saluage wrath Wolues Beares Armenian Tigers Lions in Hot bloud delight How horrible a Sin That entrailes bleeding entrailes should intombe That greedy flesh by flesh should fat become While by the Liuers death the Liuing liues Of all which Earth our wealthy mother giues Can nothing please vnlesse thy teeth thou imbrue In wounds and dire Cyclopean fare renue Nor satiate the wilde votacitie Of thy rude panch except an other die But that old Age that innocent estate Which we the Golden call was fortunate In hearbs and fruits her lips with bloud vndy'd Then Fowle through aire their wings in safety ply'd The Hare then fearelesse wandred o're the plaine Nor Fish by their credulity were ta'ne Not treacherous nor fearing treacherie All liu'd secure When he who did enuie What God so e're it was those harmlesse cates And cramb'd his guts with flesh set ope the gates To cruell Crimes First Slaughter without harme I must confesse to Piety did warme Which might suffice the reeking steele in blood Of saluage beasts which made our liues their food Though kil'd not to be eaten Sinne now more Audacious the first sacrifice the Bore Was thought to merit death who bladed corne Vp-rooting left the husband-man forlorne Vine-brouzing Gotes at Bacchus altar slaine Fed his reuenge in both their guilt their bane You Sheep what ill did you a gentle beast Whose vdders swell with Nectar borne t' inuest Exposed man with your soft wooll and are Aliue then dead more profitable farre Or what the Oxe a creature without guile So innocent so simple borne for toile He most vngratefull is deseruing ill The gift of corne that can vnyoke then kill His husband-man that necke with axe to wound In seruice gall'd that had the stubborne ground So often til'd so many crops brought in Yet not content there with 〈◊〉 the sinne To guiltlesse Gods as if the Powres on high In death of labour-bearing oxen ioy A spotlesse sacrifice faire to behold ' I is death to please with ribands trickt and gold Stands at the Altar hearing prayers vnknowne And sees the meale vpon his fore-head throwne â—ot by his toile the knife smear'd in his gore By fortune in the lauer seene before The entrailes from the panting body rent Forth-with they search to know the Gods intent Whence springs so dire an appetite in man To interdicted food O Mortals can Or daâ—e you feed on flesh henceforth forbeare I you intreat and to my words giue eare When limbs of slaughtred Beeues become your meat Then thinke and know that you your Seruants eat Phoebus inspires his Spirit we obay My Delphâ—s heauen it selfe I will display The Oracle of that great power vnfold And sing what long lay hid what none of old Could apprehend I long to walke among The lofty starres dull earth despis'd I long To backe the clouds to sit on Atlas crowne And from that hight on erring men looke downe Thâ—t reason want those thus to animate That feare to die t' vnfold the booke of Fate O You whom horrors of cold death affright Why feare you Stix vaine names and endlesse Night The dreames of Poets and fain'd miseries Of forged Hell whether last-flames surprise Or Age deuoure your bodies they nor gâ—ieue Noâ— suffer paines Ouâ— Soules for euer lieu Yet euermore their ancient houses leaue To lieu in new which them as Guests receiue In Troiâ—n warres I I remember well Enphorbus was PanthoÌ„us sonne and fell By Menelaus lance my shield againe At Argos late I saw in Iuno's Fane All alter nothing finally decayes Hither and thither still the Spirit strayes Guest to all bodies out of beasts it flies To men from men to beasts and neuer dies As pliant wax each new impression takes Fixt to no forme but still the old for sakes Yet it the same so Soules the same abide Though various figures there reception hide Then lest thy greedy belly should destroy I prophesie depressed Piety Forbeare t'expulse thy kindreds Ghosts with food By deach procur'd nor nourishâ— blood with blood Since on so vast a sea my saile's vnfurl'd And-stretcht to rising winds in all the World There 's nothing permanent all ebbe and flow Each image form'd to wander to and fro Euen Time with restlesse motion slides away Like liuing streames nor can swift Riuers stay Nor light-heel'd Howers As billow billow driues Driuen by the following as the next