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enemy_n	army_n	march_v	think_v	1,185	5	4.1479	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08628	Ovid de Ponto Containing foure books of elegies. Written by him in Tomos, a citie of Pontus, in the foure last yeares of his life, and so dyed there in the seaventh yeare of his banishment from Rome. Translated by W.S.; Epistulae ex Ponto. English	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Saltonstall, Wye, fl. 1630-1640.	1640 (1640)	STC 18939; ESTC S113742	65,593	138

asof●nesse unto thee To pitty such as are in misery And Brutus she hath given unto none Such a gentle temper and disposition That he who doth not know how thou canst plead Thinkes not thou couldst gainst guilty ones proceed Thou canst at once though they doe seeme con●ra●y Be mild to suiters cruell to the guilty When thou hast undertooke to judge a cause According to the severity of lawes The words that come from thee in generall Seeme as if they were dipt in poyson all May thy cruelty to enemies be knowne Feeling the wounding arrowes of thy tongue Which thou do●● sharpen carefully that none Would thinke thou hadst such a disposition But unto such as fortune hath opprest A woman cannot beare a tenderer brest And this I cheifely then did finde in thee When the most of my friends denied me I will forget them but I will never be V●●●indfull of your helpe in 〈◊〉 And ●ster that too neere me doth flow on From Euxine Seas unto his spring shall runne The Sunne shall drive his chariot to the East As it was when Thyestes kept his feast Sooner than you who were much griev'd that I Should be tooke from you all so suddenly Shall accuse me that I have unto him Either ungratefull or forgetfull beene ELEGIE VII To Vestalis VEstalis because you were sent before On purpose unto the cold Euxine shoare To render justice to those Lands which bee 〈◊〉 under the North Axletree You see in what a country I doe ●ie And t●at my complaints true can testifie Your words to my complaint much credit brings O young man descended from the Alpine Kings Thou sees● the Sea with Ice is frozen up Thou sees● the wine is frozen in the cup And thou dost see here how the country Swaine Over the Ister drives his loaden waine And how they doe poyson arrowes you do see That they by two effects may deadly bee And I doe wish thou hadst them onely seene Not by experience knowne to thee had beene For since you did your way through danger make Honour hath beene conferrd on you of late Which honour though it be to you a grace Your vertue doth deserve a higher place This Ister knowes whose streame was dyed red With blood of Getes by t●y hand slaughtered And this Aegypsos knowes which thou didst take Which strongly scituate no defence could make This City was as strong by scituation Plac'd on a hill as by fortification From King Sit●enius Sa'vages did it winne And as conquerors t●ey looke the wealth therein Till V●●ellius did by water pass●ge g●t For his Army and march'd up against the Gete Thou that valiant Dc●nas art descended To march against the enemy wast intended And glistering armour then put on you did For valiant actions never can be bid And marching on the Citie didst assaile Mauger their swords and stones that flew like haile With arrowes shot thou couldst not be withstood Nor with darts dipped in t●e vipers blood And there thy body did some wounds sustaine But love of honour takes away all paine Thus Ajax when their ships to Troy did come Resisted the fire-bals which Hector flung But when you fought hand to hand and came nigh That by the sword you might the matter try T is hard to say what valour you did shew And whom you kild or how many you slew And being Conquerour didst tread on the Getes Who by thy sword lay slaughtered there is heapes The Souldiers from their Captaine did fire take Receiving wounds they many wounds did make But yet thy valour did as much exceed As Pegasus surpassed other horses speed Aegypsu● tooke in verse Vestalis I Did memorize your deedes to eternity ELEGIE VIII To Sttillius LEarned Suill●us your letter was to me Most welcome t●ough lately it delivered be ●herein you promise th●● if the gods may Be encl●ned by prayer my helpe you ●ill assay Though you availe not your friendly goodwill Obliges me to be your debtor still And may you long continue in this desire Let not my misery make your love to tire Bonds of affinity bind us in one yoake Which I do pray may still remaine unbroke For shee that is thy wife is daughter to me And my wife also sonne in law calst●ee Woes me if thou dost frowne when th●u hastread My verse and art ashamd of my kin●red Y●t no cause to be asham'd canst thou finde But Fortune which unto me hath beene blinde Ex●mine my descent my Ancestrie Were Gentlemen of ancient Pedigree If you examine my lifes integrity Bate me one error I should blamelesse be Then you do thinke interatie may prevaile To entreat the gods humbly do not faile Young Caesar is thy gods his Majestie An Altar is that is well knowne to thee He suffers not his Priests in vain● to pray To get some helpe from him therefore assay If he do favour me my Barke hereafter Shall rise againe that 's now suncke in the water T●en I swee●e Insence solmnely will bring Vnto the Altar for an offering And I will t●en both testifie and show How much the gods by their owne power can do I will not build a marble Temple ●or thee Germani●us since my fall impov●●ishd mee Let happy f●milies Temples build to t●ee And Cities that are in pr●●perity Ovid will shew his gratitude himselfe By writing verses which are all his wealth Yet he I know a small requitall ●ffords That for life given him doth give backe words But he t●at giveth the most he can doe His gratitude abundantly doth shew And in this action ●e hath truely shew'd The high'st perfection of all gratitude When poore men a little Insence sacrifice Vnto the gods they do it not dispise Their little insence is as powerfull even As that which out of a great dish is given The sucking lambe and that which hath beene fed With the F●lisian grasse are offered As sacrifices and with their blood staine The Tarpeian Altars when as they are slaine And yet the thankfull lines of Poets be Most sutable to a Princes dignity Verses doe every where your prayse proclaime And make your worthy deedes still live by fame Vertue doth live by verse and cannot dye But is made knowne unto posterity For time consumeth Iron and hard stone There is nothing that is than time more strong Verses doe beare t●eir yeares by verse you know W●o Agamemnon was and also who Did be●re armes on his side and what might Did on the other side against him fight Of Thebes or the seven Captaines who had knowne Without verse what shall or hath beene done The gods themselves by verse are de●fy'd So that their Majesties doe Poets neede By it t●e Chaos natures first rude heape We know was formed into a divers shape B● it the Gya●●s that affected Heaven By d●r●●ull thunder unto Styx were driven So Ba●chus praise b● verse abro●d was sp●ed When 〈◊〉 the Indians had 〈◊〉 Hercules in verse hath praised beene Cause ●e Och●lia away did bring And

Caesar your Grandfather whose vertues were Such that he is now made a shining starre Verses partly the c●iefe maintain●rs be Of his most sa●red gracious memory Therefore if any wit ●emaine in me Germanicus it shall at thy service be Then being a Poet thou wilt not contemne A Poets love but judge e're thou condemne Wert thou not called to greater dignity The glory of the Muses thou wouldst be Thou wouldst rather give matter for verse than make Verses and yet thou canst not them forsake Now thou mak'st warre then in a verses measure Dost write those warre● thus warre is but thy pleasure And as Apoll● skild in Harpe and Bow So that both strings his sacred fingers know So learning is not wanting unto thee Nor Arts that suite with Principality But in thy royall mind Ioves Soveraignty Is mingled with the Muses Poetry Then since that we are banish'd from that Spring Which by a stroke of Pegasus hoofe did begin Let it availe me something that I am A Po●t and doe sacred rites maintaine That I may leave the Getes and shoa●es which are Subject to the Coralli who skins weare That if I must live banishd I may come To live in some place neerer unto Rome That I may celebrate your praise in verse And suddenly your glorious deedes rehearse And deare Suillui by earnest pr●yer require The gods to grant your Father in lawes desire ELEGIE IX To Gracinus Ovid from Euxine shoare not when he would Graecinus sends th●e health but whence he could I wish that it that morning may meete thee When thou receiv'st the Consuls dignity Since when thou as Consull shalt carri'd be To the Capitoll I shall not goe with thee ●ay my Letter on that day be receiv'd And so performe my duty in my stead But if to better fates I had beene borne And that my Fortunes had runne smoothly on I had saluted thee in presence then Which now my hand performeth by my pen And I would mingle kisses with each word Which should honour unto both of us afford I should be so proud if this day once came So that thy house could scarce my pride containe And while the Senate walked on each side I as a horseman should before thee ride And though I desir'd still next thee to abide I should be glad not to be next thy side I would endure the peoples throng and presse And to be throng'd so count it happinesse And I sh●uld also then rejoyce to s●e What troopes of people beare thee company And I who am mov'd with each vulgar sight To see thy purple robes should take delight And to see thy 〈◊〉 wrought with Imagery Which is carv'd on Numidian Ivory Then comming to the Tarpeian●ower againe While Sacrifices at thy command were slaine The god in the midst of it had heard me Giving thankes for giving me this dignity And giving Frankinsence with gratefull minde For joy of honour unto thee assign'd And amongst thy friends I should reckon'd be If the more gentle fates had sufferd me To be in the City so that what I doe Behold in thought I with my eyes might view But they were not pleasd and perhaps justly My cause of punishment why should I deny Yet in mind which cannot banisht be Thy purple robes and ornaments I see And how to people thou dost justice doe And thinke I me present at thy counsels too Or how the Cities rents are improv'd by thee And are cast up with much fidelity Or how in Senate thou mak'st an Oration Or for the publicke good holdst consultation Or how thou dost fat Oxen sacrifice To god-like Caesar for thy dignities And I wish when thy better prayers are made Thou would pray that their wrath might be allayd These words will make the flame rise from the fire Vpon the Altar and to mount up higher Till then ●le cease complaints and as I may When thou art Consull keepe a Holyday And this no lesse a cause of joy shall be That thy brother succeedes thee in dignity Thou on Decembers last dost it forsake He on the last of Ianuary shall it take Mutuall love shall you to joy encline You f●r your brothers honour he for thine Twice Consull you shall in each other be And double honour shall grace your family Which honour is so great that there can be In Martiall Rome no greater dignity Beside it is more honour unto thee To have such honour given by his Majesty And may Caesar still thinke you 〈◊〉 to be Worthy of such honour and dignity If winds stand faire to hoyst sayles doe not faile That my Ship out of Stygian waves may saile Graecinus Fla●cus did of late command And the Land about Ister in peace maintaind I le by the Mysia● people in fidelity And the Bow bearing Getes did terrifie By speedy valour he did Tr●●●es take And D●nub●ed with salvage blood did make ●nquire of him how 〈◊〉 doth lye And how I am frighted by the enemy Or if their shafts are dipt in Serpentsgall Or if that men for sacrifices fall Or that Pontus with cold be frozen over And that Ice many leagues of it doth cov●● Th●n aske how I am esteem'd and how I Doe spend the time here in hard misery I am not hated nor deserve to be My mind is not chang'd by adversity My mind enjoyes her owne tranquility Which hath beene praised heretofore by thee And thy speech retaines that old modesty Which was wont usuall in it to be Such I was and am where the enemy Gives to the sword the lawes validity So that Graecinus for many yeares none can Complaine of us not woman child nor man This makes the 〈◊〉 so kind to be Because the Country doth thinke well of me I Some wish I were gone since I it desire But for their owne sakes wish I may stay here Besides some publicke decrees extant be That doe give praise and priviledge to me And the Townes round about doe honour me Though glory doth not suite with misery Nor is my piety unknowne in this Land The Caesars pictures in my house doe stand His Sonnes Image and wives there placed be Equall to god-like Caesar in Majesty And to make up his family on each hand His Nephewes by Father and Mother side stand To these I pray and o●●er sacrifice When the day breaketh from the Easterne skies And if you aske● ●ll 〈◊〉 can testifie My pious duty and say I doe not lye Pontus knowes that with such sports as I may I here doe celebrate Caesars birth day Nor is my love to strangers lesser knowne If any from Propontus hither come Perhaps your brother heard thus much of me In whose rule Pontus enjoy'd liberty My fortune is unto my minde unlike Which makes my gifts and sacrifices ●light Nor doe I it to show my Piety But am pleasd to doe good in secresie Yet these things may come unto Caesars eare Who of all matters in the world doth heare Thou Caesar joyn'd to the