severely in Despair Despair as dark as Heav'n has made you Fair. Doubt not how constant to you I will prove I 'll cease to live before I cease to love Consider Dearest what to you is said In Three Addresses now by me are made Proceeding all from Heart and Soul sincere As ever in devoted Lover were If more I thought my Dearest would desire More would I write my Pen should never tire And loath it is to part with Paper now Tho' I no farther Scope shall it allow Till I my Dearest's Pleasure know and then All crown'd with Joys I hope to write agen Philabius An Address to a famous Poetess going by the Name of Philomela wherein Philabius having receiv'd no Answer to his three foregoing Epistles begs her Aid for moving his Mistress's Favour MADAM IF any of your Sex fall'n in Distress Desir'd my Aid such is my Tenderness I should afford it freely would to me They would vouchsafe an equal Charity Madam 'thas been my direful Chance to fall In Love of late with what we Beauty call Beauty that Lot divine your Sex attends Working on Men too often fatal Ends. Thrice to my Fair Addresses I have sent Writ as I could how she does them resent I can't divine nor will my Fair disclose She drowns her Thoughts in Silence me in Woes Self-musing often with revolving Mind This cause of Silence in my Dear to find I may suspect my unpathetick Style Moves neither Frowns nor an obliging Smile But leaves my Fair as unconcern'd as tho' She nothing of Love-Verses yet did know This puts me to a stand and what to do 'T is hard to think and how my Suit pursue I 've done my best and more to write were vain Unless I could pretend some happy'r Strain Your Genius Madam 's known by what you 've writ Great is your Fancy Judgment Art and Wit Sweet Philomela's Aid I 'd fain implore Her pow'rful Charms dumb Spirits may conjure Her sweet-tun'd Voice thro' all the Forest rings And all are mov'd when Philomela sings Shout with Applause and eccho forth her Praise Surpriz'd and charm'd with her melodious Lays Her wondrous Notes in Rapture all admire As hither brought from the Celestial Quire Would Heav'n my zealous Wishes could obtain Her Aid the Favour of my Dear to gain The depth of Hearts your Love-dipt Pen may reach And where mine fails may force an easy breach Those genuine Arts your Muse may soon descry Which charm your Sex to me a Mystery And tho' some Beau perhaps has not been true In zealous Passions he has vow'd for you Which may discourage your Assistance when Desir'd for gaining Kindnesses to Men Heav'n knows my Soul's sincere and Love to feign Is what my Heart will ever much disdain I bear a Mind too free to fawn on them Or fondly write but where I 've found Esteem And had I judg'd my Verses to my Dear Worth Philomela's view I 'd sent 'em here It may be thought a very heavy Doom That all hard Censure should incur for some I wish Success may crown all your Desires And pray your Aid now where my Heart aspires Your Aid's the last Expedient I can try There all the hopes I have of Life do lie Great are the Pains thro' Love I undergo Which tho' unfelt by you you truly know And as you judg them please your Favour show MADAM Your great Admirer and humbly-devoted Servant Philabius Philomela having not vouchsaft her Aid Philabius writ his Farewel to his beautious Mistress as follows My only DEAR IT grieves my Soul to write my last Adieu To one I so entirely love as you All Happiness your Self and Friends I wish Tho' no way kind to me in my Address I know Affection is not always free Tho' one be fond another may not be Heav'n grants it as a Favour now and then That where we love we are belov'd agen I find your Favour Dear I can't obtain And cease my Suit which I could wish to gain But cease as doubting all my Suit 's in vain Or ' stead of Favour may incur Disdain What I have writ already pray resent With Kindness as by me 't was kindly meant Which tho' not worth your Thanks or Notice still A gentle Heart despises not good Will As far as I among the World converse Unseigned Friends I find are very scarce And wish I had one Friend on Earth as true As if accepted I had been to you The Heav'ns 't is like far greater Things design T' attend your Fate than Kindnesses of mine Heav'n grant my Life a quick and gentle end And let all Joy my Dearest still attend My joyful Hopes to Sorrows now must turn My Muse in Silence shall for ever mourn 'Till Death gives ease and quiet in my Urn. Philabius A gentle Reviver writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress My only DEAR I 'Ve try'd and try'd but find 't is ne'er the near T'unlove that Person once I call'd my Dear My only Dear and find she must be so In spight of all abused Love can do When Love 's abus'd in some it turns to Hate It can't in me may it's so far from that I rather love you more if more may be When Love 's exalted to its high'st degree To Love and find great Slights and almost Scorn May seem severe and hardly to be born Yet this from you and yours I undergo And love you still entirely and you know Such Trials height of Love will truly shew Some in Addresses no resistance find Their Love-suit's easy and their Mistress kind Kind Fortune with such Lovers sports and plays These freely may enjoy Love's Holy-days Others in Love-suits Hardships undergo They can't prevail upon their Mistress so But meet with Lets and Rubs and yet at last Run smoothly on and win the doubtful Cast Some others more unfortunate than these Reap but Disdain for all their Kindnesses And such am I who yet with chearful Mind Bear even this to you my Dear resign'd Tho' Heav'n on us is often pleas'd to frown We must not be displeas'd but still love on Some Lovers Beauty meerly for the sake Of Beauty love and seek not to partake Of more Enjoyments yet Disdain to them Would seem severe and check their fond Esteem I therefore even these in Love surpass And nothing stirs me where my Love I place That Apathy the Stoicks teach to me Seems but a frigid-dull Philosophy With Patience arm'd just Passions let 's pursue It keeps our Thoughts in action ever new Let us agree then Dearest to go on I with my Love and you with your Disdain Time and Experience to us both will shew Which in our Pursuits weary first may grow I 'm apt to think th' advantage on my side Disdain Love's kind Assaults can scarce abide Love sweetly charms the Mind where it does reign That Soul 's uneasy where there is Disdain How then shall this hold out with that but tire And yield to Love as Nature does
pressing for the Sin However future times may judge the Thing His Country's Love will all things over bear And 's vast desire of Praise But see from far The Decii Drusi and Torquatus dread With 's Axe Camillus with his Ensigns spread But those two Souls so Friendly now you see While 'mong the Shades they shining equally With glorious Arms if e'er they come to Life Alas what Wars they 'll raise and bloody Strife Betwixt them One from th' Alpes with 's force will come Th' other an opp'site Army'll bring from Rome O Youths use not your Minds to Wars as these Nor ' gainst your Country's Bowels turn your force You Caesar first forbear you Heav'n-sprung Man Throw by your Arms my Blood That famous Man at Corinth Graecians slain Returning Victor shall his Triumph gain He Argos and Mycenae shall subvert The last of them great Agamemnon's Seat And e'en Aeacides of Achilles Race Revenging Trojan Wrongs and that difgrace Prophane Minerva's Temple shown Can I Great Cato you or Costus you pass by In silence or the Race of Gracchus or The Scipio's both call'd Thunderbolts of War Great Lybia's Ruin Or Fabricius you Great Soul'd tho poor or th' happy Man at Plough Serranus Fabii whither lead me now Being tir'd Maximus you that Man we 'll own Who by delays restor'd our falling Throne Others in Brass and Marble to the Life Sweet Sculptures make you 'd think they were alive Plead Causes better and more nicely know The site of the Earth Heav'ns rising Signs to shew Mind you O Roman to rule over Men These shall be your Arts how in Peace to reign The Meek to favour Haughty to keep down Thus said Anchises Adds to their Surprize See how Marcellus with Spoils laden goes A glorious Conq'rer how he all out-shews This Knight the State all discompos'd at home Shall set to rights the Lybians overcome And rebel Gauls And to Quirinus then Spoils took the third time from them he shall hang. Aeneas here for he saw with him pass A Youth with shining Arms of wondrous Grace But 's Count'nance clouded with dejected Eyes Who Father is 't the Man accompanies His Son or some great Man's from us will spring What Shouts about him how resembling him But round his Head a sad-dark Cloud appears Anchises then all melting into Tears Says Son wish not that depth of Grief to know Yours may attend The Fates will only shew That Youth to th' Earth nor let him longer live O Gods The Roman Race should he survive Would seem to you too great What mighty Groans The martial Field at Rome will fill What Moans O Tyberinus will you see when you Pass by his Tomb with Tears all fresh and new Nor will ought Youth of Trojan Stock e'er raise His Roman Grandsires hopes so much as this Nor shall Rome's Empire ever boast that she Had such a Son as this O Piety And honest upright Mind Unconquer'd Hand None e'er with Safety might your Arms withstand On Foot or Horseback Ah! much pity'd Child Could you your hard Fate shun you should be call'd Marcellus Lillies by whole handfuls strew Before him I will Purple Flowers throw On 's Ghost at least heapt Presents let 's bestow Thus thro' Elysium they walkt here and there Observing all Things as their Pleasures were When old Anchises this had shewn his Son And fill'd his Mind with Glories were to come He tells him what Wars he must undertake Of the Laurentines and Latinus Seat And how he Dangers must avoid or fly And sometimes suffer in Adversity Two Gates there are of Dreams they say that one Is made of Horn where true Dreams pass alone Of Iv'ry th'others made whence to the Sky False Dreams and Fantasms Ghosts use to convey When these things to his Son and Sibyll both Anchises had declar'd he sent them forth At th' Iv'ry Gate Aeneas took his way T' his Ships and finding there his Men to stay He to Cajeta in strait Course did steer Cast Anchor there and turn'd his Sterns to shoar The Fourth Eclogue of Virgil. SIcilian Muses Let us raise our Strain Shrubs and some Tamarisks please not ev'ry Man This Past'ral Song deserves a Consul's Ear. The Sibyll's last Age now has run'ts career And th'Ages great Course must a new begin The Virgin comes with Saturn's Reign agen A new Race now from Heav'n is sent on Earth O chast Lucina savour the Infant 's Birth By whom the Iron Age shall cease and thro' The World a Golden Age shall rise a new And your Apollo's Kingdom shall ensue And while you 're Consul Pollio this our Bliss Commences with the great Months Happiness While you 're in Pow'r if any Taints appear Of former Crimes they 're null'd with Mortals fear He 'll live as God and see his Godlike Men With Heroes mixt and he 'll be seen of them And rule as his great Ancestors had done But Child to you as first small Presents th' Earth Untill'd in plenty Ivies will bring forth With Avens and as grateful to your view Brankursine with the Aegyptian Bean will shew The Goats to you full Dugs of Milk shall bring 〈◊〉 will the Herds fierce Lyons fear if seen Your Cradle ' tself sweet Flowers shall display The Snake and guileful pois'nous Weed shall die Th' Assyrian fragrant Shrub grow commonly But when you come to read the Heroes Praise Your Fathers Facts and know what Virtue is The Corn-fields yellow will begin to shew The Berries on wild Thorns will ruddy grow And Heav'n-dropt Hony from hard Oaks will flow Yet still some few Seeds of our ancient Guile Will spring and make us take a second Toil At Sea New Wall-towns build and till the Ground And there must be another Typhis found Another Argo Heroes to convey And other Wars with Battles in Array And great Achilles must again to Troy When after this you 're grown a perfect Man The Sailor shall give o'er the Seas nor then Shall Vessels Traffick carry to and fro But all things freely ev'ry where shall grow The Earth from Harrow free the Vine from Hook The Ploughman's Oxen shall discharge from Yoak Wool shall no longer take a borrow'd hew But on the Ram a Purple Fleece shall grow Sometimes a Yellow and the native Die Of Sandix-cloath the Lambs are feeding by The Destinies with the pow'r of Fate agreed Run on such Ages to their Spindless cry'd Dear Offspring of the Gods Jove's great increase O! now 's your time great Honours to possess See how the World jogs with its Convex weight The Earth the Seas high Heav'n in its Flight How all Things Joy express at th' Age to come O! that my Thread of Life may hold so long And Muses Vigour your Deeds to record Orpheus in Verse then shall not me out-word E'en with his Mother's Aid Calliope Nor Linus with his Father Phoebus by If Pan th' Arcadian God contends he 'll own Tho' judge himself himself by me outdone Your Mother Child by Smile
Green Souls thither brought Who were t' arrive at Bliss with Care survey'd E'en one by one and took a List of all Perhaps of him descended or that shall Their Fates inspecting Fortunes Manners Pow'r And when he saw Aeneas coming there Both's Hands presented with a welcom Chear And Tears let fall and this dropt from his Mouth What come at last my long expected Youth Has Piety stood the Hardship of the Ways And may I now discourse you Face to Face Indeed I thought so and that times would come Nor has my Care deceiv'd me counting them Thro' what vast Countries and what mighty Seas Are you come and thro' Dangers more than these How fear'd I Lybia fatal might have prov'd Then he dear Father your sad Ghost has mov'd Appearing oft my coming to this Land My Ships stand on th' Italian Coast Your Hand I beg and let 's embrace and be not gone This saying Floods of Tears came trickling down Then thrice about his Neck he strove to cast His Arms and thrice the Shadows hold he lost As 't is in Dreams or with an aery Blast Mean while Aeneas in a Secret drove At distance ' spies a private rustling Grove And Lethe's River passing by the Seats Of Bliss and Men surrounding these Retreats In mighty Crowds who fill the Place with noise As Bees when thick in Fields on Summers Days Gath'ring from Flow'rs their delicious Preys Aeneas strait astonish'd this to see Enquires the Causes what this Stream might be And what those Men who there stood crowding by Then old Anchises Souls decreed by Fate T'assume new Bodies drinking here forget All Hardships e'er they underwent in Life 'Thas long been my desire that you should have Here Knowledge of all those will spring from me T' encrease your Joy when come to Italy O Father may we think ought Souls sublime Would pass from hence to th' Earth there to resume Gross Bodies direful such Desire would seem I 'll tell you Son no longer keep in doubt Achises then in order all sets out First th' Air Earth Waters and bright-shining Moon And all the Stars a Spirit acts within With Mind infus'd thro' all the Mass's parts Which the vast Bulk pervades and agitates Thence Men and Beasts of all kinds Life receive And Fowles and Monsters which in Seas do live A fiery Vigour and Celestial Birth Their Seeds uphold as far as their dull Earth And Body's clog and dying Limbs give way Thence spring their Fear Love-Passion Grief and Joy Nor blinded thus can they Life's pureness see Nay when at last their Life is at end Some Vice and Body's Plagues their Souls attend For long contracted Habits strangely stick To purge whose rooted Taint they to the quick Are therefore toucht with Pains some hung in th' Air Some in vast Gulphs are washt some burnt in Fire We 've all our fated Pains and then are sent To fair Elysium few there ever went Till a compleat revolving course of time Their Taint contracted purg'd and pure from Sin Th' Aethereal Spirit left as first ' thad been When they in Bliss a thousand Years have pass't God calls them all of Lethe's Stream to taste That so forgetful grown they may review The Earth again and Bodies take anew This by Anchises said he takes his Son The Sibyll with him 'mong the crowding Throng Gets on an Hillock in the midst whence he Of all in order had an eager View Then says my Son I now shall let you know Our Trojan Race what Glory thence may grow Who our Successors are in Italy Th' Illustrious Souls that of our Line shall be And you your Fate withal That Youth you see Leans on his Headless Spear by Destiny Comes next to Life 'T is he the first will rise From It'ly's mixt Blood to th' Aethereal Skies Sylvius an Alban Name your poth'mous Child Whom your Lavinia our long Race t' uphold Shall bring at length from woods as King to sway Of Kings a Parent whence our Progeny Long Alba's Kingdom shall of right enjoy The next him 's Procas Trojan's Glory then Capys and Numitor and who bears your Name Sylvius Aeneas who will also be For Arms as famous as for Piety If Alba's Kingdom ever he attains Behold what Courage in their Faces shines And how their Temples all are shadow'd round With Oken City Garlands These shall found Nomentum Gabii Fidena for you Collatia Towns on Mountains built anew Pomeria Novum Castrum Bola too And Cora. Then these for their Names shall stand They being at present nameless spots of Land And martial Rom'lus to his Grandsire here Shall join His Mother Ilia him shall bear She springing from Asarc'us See he 's known By 's double topt Helmet standing on his Crown Now markt by 's Father Mars for great Renown Lo Son by him that famous Rome controuls For Empire th' Earth Heav'n equals for great Souls Sev'n Hills with one Wall she 'll her self inclose In great Men fertile as Cybele shews When crown'd with Castles thro' the Towns of Troy She 's carry'd in Chariot with Transports of Joy For num'rous Gods sprungs of her whom she greets At pleasure all in Heav'n blest with Seats Now both Eyes hither cast this Lineage see Your Romans Caesar all the Progeny Here of Julus stand that e'er shall be This here 's the Man Augustus Caesar sprung From God who to you has been promis'd long And who agen a Golden Age shall found In Latium as when Saturn rul'd the Land Beyond all Lybia and the Indies he His Empire shall extend A Land does lie Out of the Sun 's and Planet's Course where Heav'n Nigh burning Stars on Atlas Shoulder 's born Which dreads e'en now his coming mov'd thereto By Or'cles Answers telling what 's t' ensue Like Fear the Caspian and the Scythian Lands And Egypt with its sev'n-mouth'd Nile attends Nor had Alcides Conquests such extent Tho' he the light-foot Deer in chase out-went And Erymanthus Boar in pursuit slew And Lernas Hydra with 's unerring Bow Nor conq'ring Bacchus who with 's Vine-twig Reins From Nysa's top drove Tygers to the Plains And fear you now in Italy to land And by Exploits your Glory there t' extend But who is 't stands far off distinguisht by His Olive-bows and sacred Laws I spy His Hair and white Beard like a Roman King Who founding Rome Laws thither first did bring Sent from small Cures a poor Country-Town T'an Empire great where Tullus next will come A Man whose Country 's idle Peace will break And force his sluggish Subjects Arms to take And Triumphs then disus'd in Field to gain Next him Thrasonick Anchus comes to Reign Pleas'd even now too much with Mens applause And will you see the Tarquin Kings with these The great Soul of revenging Brutus and The Rods and Axe in use brought to the Land The Consul's Office he the first shall bear And cruel Axe his Sons for moving War Unhaypy Man to Punishment shall bring Fair Liberty this
Bold Poets and rash Painters may aspire With pen and pencill to describe my Faire Alas their arts in the performance fayle And reach not that divine Original Some Shadd'wy glimpse they may present to view And this is all poore humane art Can doe M. Vander â—ucht Seul Philabius THE Young Lovers Guide OR The Unsuccessful Amours of Philabius a Country Lover set forth in several kind Epistles writ by him to his Beautious-unkind Mistress Teaching Lovers how to comport themselves with Resignation in their Love-Disasters WITH The Answer of Helena to Paris by a Country Shepherdess AS ALSO The Sixth Aeneid and Fourth Eclogue of Virgil both newly Translated By J. B. Gent. Si nec blanda satis nec crit tibi comis amica Perfer obdura postmodo mitis crit If your fair Mistress be not mild and kind Bear and persever Time may change her Mind Ovid. de Art Am. l. 1. LONDON Printed and are to be Sold by the Booksellers of London 1699. The PREFACE Writ by Philabius to Venus his Planetary Ascendant Dear Mother Venus I must style you so From you descended tho' unhappy Beau. You are my Astral Mother at my birth Your pow'rful Influence bore the sway on Earth From my Ascendent being sprung from you I hop'd Success where-ever I should woo Your Pow'r in Heav'n and Earth prevails shall I A Son of yours by you forsaken die Twenty long Months now I have lov'd a Fair And all my Courtship 's ending in Despair All Earthly Beauties scatter'd here and there From you their Source derive the Charms they bear The Fair I court partakes in high'st degree Of your transcending Heav'nly Quality Her I admire as most resembling You O take from her what is your Right and Due Or so incline her Favour for your Son That by hard Vsage he be not undone 'T is said those Persons at whose birth you reign Prove gracious to your Sex and Favour gain Must I be th' only Man whom you deny This Privilege O great Severity But ' gainst Heav'ns Actions what can Mortals say It deals with us as Potters do with Clay E'en as it lists for better or for worse Thrice happy those not fated for a Curse Tho' while our Ages Course is running on We little know what Heav'n intends t' have done What seems Affliction oft proves for our Good If with Submission we embrace the Rod. Life we are promis'd but first we are drown'd In Death and then with Life immortal crown'd God's Works are all by Means contrary done And cross to Man's Imagination run 'Till the just time is come that they 're fulfill'd And then tho' late to Providence we yield Perhaps my Fair's unkindness and delay Are more t' endear what once I shall enjoy Those Goods are priz'd for which we dearly pay Or if she 's fated for some other Man Perhaps for me kind Heav'n has order'd one More kind and Fair if Fairer there may be Or if being turn'd my Year of Jubilee Fate has ordain'd me a Quietus here And now my Course for Heav'n I must steer O Venus draw me by your Charms divine From Objects here my dreggy Thoughts refine From Earthly Things that being rais'd to you As I your Heav'nly Kingdom have in view Fixt on Ideal Beauty 'mong the Blest I may enjoy an everlasting Rest Philabius E R The Reader is desir'd to Correct the following Mistakes of the Press PAge 10. line 6. read maturer p. 12. l. 9. seldom does r. often fails p. 26. l. 17. mightily r. nightly p. 34. l. 6. breath r. leave ib. l. 14. r. there 's p. 42. l. 4. r. Ideal p. 44. l. 5. our r. ber p. 48. l. 18. r. learnt p. 53. l. 2. Faith's dele ' s ib. l. 3. with r. wish ib. l. 17. r. suppress p. 56. l. 4. calm r. but p. 64. l. 6. now r. new p. 65. l. 14. but r. cut p. 97. l. 11. r. in Heav'n ib. l. 16. might r. night p. 86. l. 20. ward's dele ' s. New Poems Three Addresses writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress The First Address My only DEAR WIth Thoughts as kind as Lover ever knew Your Lover writes this Love-Address to you Did you but feel that Passion moves my Heart While I to you my Fondness here impart 'T would move your Pity Love Compassion all That tender Lovers grateful Kindness call But here alas my great Misfortune lies Words can't present before your gracious Eyes My inward Feeling All that Words can do I 'll say in short my Dear as God is true There 's nought on this side Heav'n I love as You. Yet let not Words alone my Witness be They 're Actions I desire should testify Command me what you please I beg command When once your Pleasure 's known if I withstand Your Will in ought my Life my Fortunes all I have from God afford then let me fall For ever in Disfavour of my Dear The greatest Curse that Man on Earth can bear I 'll not attempt as common Lovers use To write my Mistress Praise the Fair I choose Surpasses me surpasses Praise of Man She 's Praise it self she 's all Perfection Thrice happy 's he whose blessed Stars incline Her gracious Favour Heav'ns grant they are mine Beside those Stars which influence our Birth Three I must beg propitious here on Earth Your Father and your Mother dear and You Of whom I have already courted two And tho' some Men this Practise may disown Who pass by Friends and Daughter court alone Yet since I know your Parents mighty fond Of their dear Child I let them understand My Thoughts for you and hope 't will not displease My Dearest since their study is your ease ' Gainst my Address they one thing did object It was my Age indeed in that respect There 's disproportion yet such have I known When happy Life has follow'd thereupon All kind Indulgence to my Dear I 'd show Your Will should be my Law to come and go And do whate'er you pleas'd you should be free And I 'll presume to say I think with me You may enjoy as happy Scene of Life As where you else may choose to be a Wife I know in Age but two things give offence The Man's Moroseness or his Impotence And Heav'n's my Witness I think I 'm as free From these as one pretends to court should be And by my Years I this advantage gain They 've taught me Knowledge which may entertain My Dear sometimes with what may please her Mind Sometimes in London Pastimes we would find Where all that 's Curious to my Dear I 'd shew Being more perhaps than other Men may do In Summer-heats the Country we would see The small Retirement there belongs to me Is pretty pleasant may be made much more With little Cost Some Things I have in store Are also curious and of Value these And all I have are yours whene'er you please Indeed but poor are such Allurements where So high Desert
abounds as in my Dear Far greater Offers doubtless you have met Youth Beauty Riches all that 's gay and great From Men your sweet-prevailing Charms have won As who can stand before the glorious Sun If I to these a Sacrifice must fall I 've this at last my Dear to say for all A Judge of Men most values Gifts of Mind For these I dare contend tho' still resign'd If by your Judgment cast hard Fate I 'll cry And humbly kiss that Hand by which I die My only Dear Yours for ever Philabius The Second Address My only DEAR SInce to my last no Answer you have giv'n Impatient Love commands me write agen Silence sometimes they say implies consent If yours be such I have my Heart 's content But if your Silence as I fear it may Concludes your Lover's doom another way Sad is my Fate which tho' with trembling Hand I ne'ertheless desire to understand Tumultuous Passions now torment my Soul Hope gives me Comforts Fear does all controul All sick in Mind where shall my Refuge be There 's none but you can ease my Misery Once you were ill I then prescrib'd a Cure Fond was my Soul your sacred Health t'ensure And now I languish to you I must fly 'T is at your pleasure that I live or die And e'en to Death more easily I 'm resign'd Than to continue in this state of Mind Your gentle Nature can't be so severe To let him perish calls you's Only Dear And calls all Heav'n to witness it is true O! pity one devoted thus to you I know some Lovers only Passions feign And if they Court for nothing 't is but Gain Fine Words they have if Ladies will believe Sweet goes the Pipe while Fowlers Birds deceive Such Fraud my Dearest can't suspect in me Her Person only's my great Treasury There lies in store the whole that I pursue For this alone her Self and Friends I wooe 'T is all on Earth I beg of Heaven too I 'm not ambitious know the World too well Content with Greatness does not always dwell Great should I be so I could sit at ease Admire my Dear with fond Caresses please No Soul so clear no Aspect so divine Sweet Mildness with Sublimeness there combine No cloud of Passion intercepts those Rays Of charming Graces which she thence displays All 's there surprizing Mortals can descry Symmetrious Features wondrous Harmony There should I gaze for ever still should find My Sense transported with transported Mind O Nature's Goddess to you I must pay All Adoration zealous Votive may What state of Bliss does Heav'n to him decree derive Where it alots your blest Society Where-e'er that God whence you these Charms Designs the Station wherein you shall live To me 's unknown of this at least I 'm sure Your absence long I can't with Life endure As Flowers fade in th' absence of the Sun My Life without your Influence is gone What may I do your Favour Dear to gain Can Life can Love can nothing it obtain With Muse sublime above the Stars I 'll raise Your Name your Fame with my immortal Lays A Poem next I 'll write of Love divine In which my Fair Heav'ns Angels shall out-shine In Praise of her let all the World that dares Contend they 'll find Philabius void of Fears And would's his Suit had Issue by such Wars I want a Friend Death robb'd me of this Year To plead my Cause with Kindness to my Dear Had he surviv'd I had not stood alone To deal with many hard it is for one And florid Youth now rivals my Desire And most are apt the rising Sun t' admire Tho' Judges know the perfect state of Man Is when his Sun 's in the Meridian The Air is foul with Fogs as Sun does rise And as it further climbs the lofty Skies 'Till come t'its height nor is Man's Reason clear 'Till he has reach'd his Jubilean Year And this with Favour let me farther say Unstedfast Youth tho' specious brisk and gay Is prone to change contingent Beauty too Mature Years more likely may prove true And let not this unminded pass by you Fain would my Pen much farther here inlarge Whole Floods of Passion thus I could discharge But fearing this already tires my Dear I check my Pen and stop in full career This only Boon imploring at your Hand That you 'll vouchsafe to let me understand In Verse or Prose or by some private Friend How all my Hopes and Love-Address must end O Beauty O Love O Pity Philabius The Third Address My only DEAR ONce more I write for who can Love withstand Which Heart inflames and presses on the Hand Help Muse agen this once my Fate to try And gently guide my Pen before I die Help me to soft Expressions which my Dear May move and force from her kind Eyes a Tear Of Pity for me Heav'ns what is 't I say Do I wish Sorrow to my only Joy Through Love distracted all in Mind I rave And wish for what I 'd rather die than have Help me t'Expressions may affect her Mind With Thoughts as chearful as they make them kind No Pity let them but gay Love inspire Cold 's hopeless Pity Love 's a sacred Fire If e'er on Earth true Love in Man has been It reigns in me and Love I hope 't will win By Love of Heav'n we Love from Heav'n obtain My Fair is heav'nly Love her Love must gain On this I stand on this my Soul relies If I 'm deceiv'd my Fall is with the Wise Tho' twice I 've writ no Answer from my Fair Have yet receiv'd must I for this despair Once or twice asking seldom does with Men Ought I not ask Heav'ns Darling once agen Perhaps this Silence of my Dear's to try Her Lover's Patience Zeal and Constancy If so with constant Patience I must bear Altho' if long such Trials prove severe My Temper 's not the same with other Men Strong are my Passions where they take a run A Check inflames them raging they boil o'er As Waves when broken on a craggy Shoar And strongly checkt with Terror rage and roar Such Measures with dull Lovers may do well They serve to stir and kindle sluggish Zeal But where you find Love apt to take on Flame I think the way of Dealing 's not the same Good Sportsmen seek not to destroy their Game As roughness fits a rough ungenerous Mind The tender-hearted Tenderness should find To them the Usage should be mild and kind O! sick am I my Dear by your delay What one Man cures another may destroy I always take it as a double Boon If what I sue for may be granted soon And as the Favour 's greater still the more The Grantor I prize honour love adore With what surprizing Joy think you then Dear Quick News and kind from you 'd ravish my Ear I beg at least let gentle Hopes maintain My Flame and let my Heart some respite gain And cast me not
married was false My only DEAR QUeen Mab you see late put me in a Fright To sport with Mortals Faries take delight It 's not the first time she has serv'd me so Would now with Joy she 'd recompence my Woe When she said you were wedded 't was to try How meekly with Heav'ns Orders I 'd comply And found 't was with all Resignation done Tho' hard as if I 'd sacrifiz'd a Son O! could I be rewarded as the Man In whom such pure Obedience first began The Queen now says I may in Love proceed Tho' still without assurance to succeed Some gentle Hopes she grants I entertain And leave the rest to Providence again No India Merchant ever would give more Effects in his Adventure to ensure With Hopes reviv'd by leave I then go on My heav'nly Dear saluting once agen And shall salute her Monthly while on Earth Kind Heav'n vouchsafes my Fairest here to breath And she continues in unmarried State And Men are free to try contingent Fate Twice since I heard you wedded I 'd a Mind To see a Beauty might perhaps been kind Twice intervening Chances put me by Of that Design as 't were by Destiny This makes me think since you are single still There something lies conceal'd in Heav'ns Will Which You and I may fatally fulfil I hear my Rival's lately at a stand As no Man Fortune can at Will command I wish him well and ever shall as he Must have his Lot so I my Destiny If with your Favour Dearest now I may Be free to utter what I have to say I think I 've Reason greatly to complain Of your hard dealing with such Love as mine I need not tell you what your conscious Mind Foretels you that you have been most unkind I am persuaded both your Friends and You Must be convinc'd my Love is great and true And that whatever here I have on Earth Is yours at Will I nothing for it crave But Kindness If you cannot condescend To make me Husband let me be your Friend Your Friendship only should engage me still To serve my Dearest with my utmost Zeal Let me persuade you Dear no Friend to slight When found endear him as your Eye does light I mean a Friend will firmly stand his Ground Pretending Friends are common to be found By Men of Learning Love has been defin'd A fond desire we have of being kind To those we love for Beauty's sake To you Soon would I prove this Definition true Would you give way and poss'bly might do more For you than all the Friends you have in store As you are now at Bath there would I be If any hopes of Welcome I could see Whenever Love and Service hitherto I 've tender'd still they found Contempt with you As I strive to oblige you take offence For tender Kindness 't is hard recompence Tho' offer'd Service oft has such Success In you I hop'd t' have found it otherwise I thought in you a mild-sweet Temper reign'd That tender'd Kindness would not be disdain'd O! please to shew by some kind Word or Deed Your Lover in so judging not deceiv'd To none for Friendship did I ever sue Or court for Kindness as your Friends and You. No Self-advantage therein I propose Both Life and Fortunes for you I would lose Use or abuse me as you please you see How great 's the Force of stedfast Constancy Many to me in Kindness now excel Only presuming that I wish them well From none such Usage as from you I 've found For whom my Love did ever most abound Surely there 's something tho' unknown to me Moves your Averseness in so high degree O! let me know why you are so severe Freedom allow to try my self to clear If I have Failures so have other Men We can but promise that we 'll mend agen Nature I 'd force to mend all Faults I have And ' stead of Servant I would be your Slave My most endeared Princess you shall be Rule me with Mildness or with Tyranny These Protestations Dearest please receive And let your Lover in your Favour live It 's all on Earth 't is all he begs of you So with all Fondness bids his Dear adieu Philabius The last Address writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress My only DEAR HArd Case it seems Heav'n should present to Men Objects that please beyond their Strength and then Find Fault they love too much and oft withstands Th' enjoyment of them by its countermands I own the Charm's abounding in my Dear O'er-pow'r my Soul that love I can't forbear And tho' Heav'n seems t' oppose me hitherto I can't desist my Suit I must pursue All ways I try my charming Dear to move I beg I pray I tender Life and Love My Fortunes Service all that Man can do And this my All is still despis'd by you Would at the time when first I kiss'd your Hand I had been banish'd in some Foreign Land There to remain for ever ne'er t' have seen This wretched State your Lover now is in If you 're resolv'd I perish pray be quick I 'd rather die than long continue sick Say plainly Dear that mine you 'll never be So seal my Death conclude my Misery Your Silence keeps me in continual Dread As tott'ring Stones when hanging o'er the Head With Frights torment us never giving rest E'en thus am I now cruelly opprest All my Invention now is at an end When Stocks are out we have no more to spend Words I here heap'd on Words with all my Zeal Hoping thereby t' incline your gracious Will No Word of Comfort can get from my Fair O! keep me now if ever from Despair Philabius A Copy of Verses writ by a Platonick to his Valentine Most beautious Princess WHEN joyful Birds have chose at Spring Their pretty Mates they quaintly sing Their little Notes and strive to please Those whom they love I taught by these Salute my Dearest with this Air As you surpass their fairest Fair So should my Song their Chant excel And 't will if you but say 't is well See how their Quills with curious dyes Are deckt to please their Lovers Eyes The inn'cent White the constant Blue The hopeful Green and stately how Of Purple joyful Yellow's there Gay Red and Black Badge of Despair There is no Passion of the Mind But there exprest the Eye does find Thus drest they fly with Wings of Love Together to some pleasant Grove Where nothing can disturb their Joys All 's calm and still and free from Noise Some gentle Stream steals softly by ' Fraid to offend Love's Mystery Sweet Flowers from the Fields beneath With Smells perfume the Air they breath Fresh Blossoms from the budding Trees Afford them rare varieties Of Food Thus blest in all Desires They pass their Days in am'rous Fires Blest Birds but blest with sensual Joys A Bliss for Birds Alas what Toys To Bliss of Man the Bliss of Mind To sensual Objects unconfin'd With
Off'rings on the sacred Fire Lays them loud calling Hecate whose Pow'r Is great Heav'n and Hell Some with their Knife The Victim slay and the warm Blood receive In Bowles Aeneas slays with 's Sword a Lamb Black-colour'd to the Fury's Mother and Her Sister great A barren Cow to you Proserpine Then might Altars drest anew To Pluto Th'Oxen's Flesh then on the Flames He lays and pours on Oil as it consumes And now behold about Sun-rising th' Earth Under their Feet began to groan therewith The Woods to move and thro' the Shades they see The howlings Dogs the Goddess drawing nigh The Sibyll cries far now O far be gone From this whole Grove you Men that are profane And you with Sword in Hand come on your way Aeneas now your Courage you must try This said with sacred Rage into the Cave She rusht whom he attends as fearless brave You Gods who Souls command you silent Shades Chaos and Phleg'ton Places where resides Perpetual Night Let me impow'r'd by you Speak things I 've heard in darkness drown'd till now They went benighted thro' dark shaded ways And Dis his Kingdom where no Body was As is the passage thro' a Wood by Night When neither Moon nor Stars give any Light And darkness takes all Colours from the Sight Before the entrance and first Mouth of Hell Grief and revenging Thoughts have plac'd their Cell There pale Diseases sad old Age and Fear Base Want and ill-advising Hunger were All dreadful Forms to see And Death and Toil And Death's near Kinsman drowsy Sleep and all Mind 's sinful Joys And on the opp'site side Stands deadly War the Fury's Iron-bed And senseless Discord who Serpentine Hair With bloody Hair-lace interwove does wear In midst a vast thick-shaded Elm displays Its ancient Branches where as Rumour says Vain Dreams reside and stick to all the Leaves Monsters beside of many kinds with these Stand at the doors the biform Scylla's there The Centaures and the strong Briareus were There th' Hydra the Chimaera Gorgons and The Harpies with Tree-bodied Geryon stand Aeneas here with sudden Fright being scar'd Presents his Sword and stands upon his Guard And if the Sibyll had not told him they Were aery Souls which such like Shapes display H 'ad vainly strove with 's Sword the Ghost to slay Hence leads the way to Ach'rons Waters here A vast-foul-muddy Whirl-pool-gulfe boils o'er Into Cocytus spewing all its Sands The nasty Boatman Charon here attends These Streams and horrid Water he commands Appearing with great hoary-careless Beard And flaming Eyes his Cloths with Dirt besmear'd Hang down from 's Shoulders by a Knot secur'd With Oar and Sails his Vessel still he plies And Bodies in 's dark-colour'd Boat conveys Grown old but as a God in Strength seems young Here on the Banks the crowding Shadows throng Women and Men the Ghosts of Heroes Boys Girls Children dead before their Parents Eyes As thick as Leaves in Autumn fall in Woods Or from the Main to land come Flocks of Birds When Winter drives them from beyond the Seas And sends them where they may enjoy warm Ease The first come begging to be Ferry'd o'er With Hands stretcht out desiring th' other Shoar But the rough Boat-man sometimes into 's Boat Takes these or those and leaves some others out Aeneas wondring at the crowding Ghosts Says Virgin what 's this Concourse on these Coasts What seek these Souls Why do some leave the Shoar And others on these Waters ply their Oar To whom the Sibyll briefly thus replies Anchises Son true Off-spring of the Skies You see Cocytus and the Stygian Lake By which being sworn their Oath Gods dare not break This Crowd you see is of unbury'd Men The Boat-man's Charon those on Water seen Are bury'd nor can any Ghosts before Pass from these horrid Banks to th' other Shoar They rove an hundred Years about this place At length admitted come with Joy to pass Aeneas stood then walk'd with plodding Mind Pittying th'hard Fate such Persons did attend He saw there sad and wanting Burial right Leucaspis and Orontes by his side The Lycian Captain In their Course from Troy Both with their Ship by South-wind cast away And Lo the Steers-man Palinurus there Who as by Stars from Lybia he did Steer Fell head-long from his Stern when half Seas o'er Assoon's Aeneas knew him ' mongst the Shades He thus bespeaks him first Who of the Gods O Palinurus took you from us and Drown'd in the Sea Let me this understand Apollo in no Answer fail'd but this Who told me you were safe upon the Seas And should arrive in Italy Is 't thus He keeps his word Then Palinurus said Apollo's Or'cle has not you deceiv'd For as the Stern I held our Course to steer Broke off by chance thro' my much toyling there I drew it with me as I head-long fell And by tempestuous Seas I swear withal Less fear then seiz'd me for my self than lest Your Ship its Stern and Master having lost Shou'd founder with those turgid Waves being tost Three bitter Nights a violent South wind blew And drove me o'er vast Seas With much ado The fourth of It'ly I got sight as on High Waves I lay then made to Land and soon Arriv'd secure But cruel People there As I came clogg'd with Garments wet to Shoar And held a Rock fell on me Arms in hand As thinking some rich booty they had gain'd Now on the Shoar by Winds I 'm tost about And therefore beg by Heav'ns sweet Air and Light Your Father and Jule's rising hope you 'll free Me from these Ills and that you bury me For you may do 't and search all Velia's Port Or if some other way Heav'n shews you sor't For I believe without Heav'ns Aid you ne'er Came to this Stygian Lake and Rivers here Vouchsafe a Wretch your help and now convey Me o'er these Waters with you that I may A quiet Seat in Death at least enjoy Thus having spoke the Sibyll said I admire Whence Palinurus comes this curst Desire Wou'd you unbury'd pass the Stygian Lake And Fury's Streams these Banks unbid forsake Hope not by Suit to change the Gods decree But take this comfort of your Chance from me The Bord'rers far and near by Judgments forc'd From Heav'n shall expiate your Bones on their Coast Erect a Tomb pay Fun'ral Rites and e're Fam'd Palinurus name the place shall bear By these her Words his troublous Thoughts being eas'd He with the Sirname giv'n the place was pleas'd They then go on and near the River came Whom Charon who from 's Stygian Lake had seen A far off passing in the silent Wood Their Course directing to the place he stood Thus first assails with Words and freely chides Who e'er you are come arm'd t' our River sides Say why you come and make a stand there right This is the Place of Ghosts sleep drowsy night I may not pass live Bodies in my Boat Nor was I pleas'd Alcides came into
thus they talkt Aurora's ruddy Steeds see Mid Heav'n had passt she in her Course proceeds And hap'ly now the time allow'd being gone The Sibyll gives this Admonition Aeneas Night comes on we time protract Here is the place the way in two does part The right which goes hard by great Dis his Wall Our way t' Elysium 't is The left for Ill Has Punishments and leads t'ungracious Hell Deiph'bus then Great Priestess be not mov'd I 'll go the time requir'd keep to my Shade Adieu our Glory happy'r Fate enjoy This said forthwith he turns himself away Aeneas strait looks up And near a Rock On 's left hand saw a mighty three-wall'd Fort Which rapid Phleg'ton with its scorching Flames Surrounds and roaring throws up massy Stones There fronting stands a mighty Iron Gate With Pillars all of massy Diamond made Which Men nor Angels can with Iron cut An high rais'd Tower there is where Night and Day In Bloody Robes still sits Tisiphone Who sleepless keeps the Porch Thence cries are heard And Lashings most severe and Noises made By moving Chains and Irons causing dread Aeneas stood and frighted heard the Noise Then said O Virgin pray what Crimes are these With what Pains punish'd Whose are all these Cries The Sibyll then says thus Great Trojan King No Entrance here to Pious Men is gi'en But I being plac'd here o'er Avernus Groves These Pains and all to me Hecate shews Here Rhadamanthus rules with Laws severe Hears and Chastises Crimes and forces here Men to confess whate'er on Earth they did Which ought be purg'd and vainly strove to hide 'T is here Tisiph'ne set Revenge to take With Whip insulting makes the Guilty quake And dreadful Serpents shakes with her left Hand And summons her fierce Sisters to attend And now with horrid Noise the dreadful Doors Fly ope You see what Keeper them secures What Ghastly Form stands there Within does sit An Hyara much more terr'ble gaping wide With fifty Black Mouths Tart'rus self does shew As deep and wide under the Shades to go As twice from Earth to Heav'n seems to our view Here th' ancient Race of th' Earth young Titans dwell Being Thunder-struck in deepest part of Hell Here I the Twins Aloidae saw vast Men Who strove from Heav'n Jove with their Hands t' have thrown And here I saw Salmoneus Torment great Endure who strove Jove's Thunder t' imitate And Lightning carry'd with four Horses and His Torches shaking as in Triumph Grand He pass'd ' mongst Greeks in midst of Elis Town Requiring God-like Honours shou'd be shewn Mad Man who Clouds and Lightning none can feign Acted on Brass with trampling Horses train But mighty Jove from boyling Clouds then threw A Thunder-bolt No smoaky Torch for shew And so the bold presuming Rebel slew And Tityon here is seen that Child of th' Earth Whose Body in length nine Acres covereth And that huge Vultur which with 's crooked Bill On 's Liver feeds which as 't is growing still He feasting still devours so Tityon's Pain For ever with his Liver will remain What of the Lapithae and Ixion here Remains to say And of Pirithous or Of those o'er whom a black Flint hangs as tho' Still falling on them or of others who Have Golden Tables all with Dainties set In Princely manner tempting them to eat The greatest of the Fury's standing by Forbidding them their Lands thereon to lay And rising with her Torch them to dismay Here stand expecting Punishment all those Their Brethren hated or strove to depose Their Parents living Clients of their right Cheated or making Gold their sole delight No Friends reliev'd as 't is the use of most And those who for Adult'ry Life have lost And who in Wars unjust engag'd and Men Who fear'd not break the Faith their Masters gi'en Ask not to know what Pains all Men endure Or for what Crimes or by what Chance came here Some rowl a vast Stone some hang on a Wheel Unhappy Theseus sits and ever will Of Wretches chief exhorts the Phlegians all And thro' the Shades with loud Voice thus does call Learn Justice warn'd and Gods not to contemn Some sold their Country Tyrants bringing in Who Laws for Mony made and null'd agen Others polluted their own Daughters Bed All daring great Crimes what they dar'd enjoy'd Had I an hundred Mouths and Tongues withal An Iron Voice I could not run o'er all The sorts of Crimes and Torments Men befal When this the Sibyll had set forth she says Now on your way do what your Business is Let 's hasten I the Walls behold and in Yond Arch the doors both Cyclops work have been Where we 're requir'd your Present to depose This said she with him in the Umbrage goes The mid way kept and soon the Porch drew near Where strait Aeneas entred sprinkling there His Body with fresh Water and his Bow Sticks at the Door so being enjoyn'd to do These things being done the Goddess present made T' a joyous Place they came and sweet green Shade Of th' happy Groves where blest Souls have their Seats A large bright Aether all the Fields invests With Sun and Stars peculiar to these Parts Some on the Grass in Manly Sports contend For Exercise some wrestle on the Sand. Some Sing and Dance and long-rob'd Orpheus there With 's sev'n Note-skill a Counterpart does bear And one while with his Fingers then with 's Quill Plays the same discant on his Harp at Will Troy's noble Stock is here fair Progeny Great Hero's born in better times than we Ilus Assar'cus Dard'nus rise of Troy At distance these the shadd'wy Arms admire The Chariots Spears which they see fixed there The Horses which in Fields loose feed and play As in Arms Chariots curious Horses they Were pleas'd alive the same they still enjoy And lo on Right and Left she others sees Sit on the Grass who with Melodies Lays Sing Hymns t' Apollo 'mong the fragrant Bays Whence large Erid'nus passing thro' the Grove With rowling Waves mounts to the Earth above Here valiant Men who for their Country dy'd And Priests who chastly liv'd in Joys reside And pious Prophets Phabus had inspir'd And those invented Arts by all admir'd And such who others Kindnesses had shown All these white Garlands wore about their Crown To whom the Sibyll as they rounding stood And chiefly to Musaeus for the Crowd Him in the midst upon their Shoulders had Says thus O happy Souls and Prophet you Anchises Residence please to let us know Thro' his Occasion 't is that we come here Hell 's mighty River passing without fear To her the Hero thus in short replies We 've no peculiar Seat our Mansion is In shady Groves and on the Rivers sides And bord'ring Fields But if your Fancy leads Ascend this Hill I 'll guide an easy Path. This said he goes before and from above Shews glorious Fields whereon the top they leave And old Anchises in a Vale beset With Hills and wondrous