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A08677	Publ [sic] Ovid. De tristibus: or Mour nefull [sic] elegies in five bookes: composed in his banishment, part at sea, and part at Tomos, a city of Pontus. Translated into English verse by Zachary Catlin, Mr. of Arts. Suffolke.; Tristia. English	Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Catlin, Zachary.	1639 (1639)	STC 18981; ESTC S113670	64,573	102

ever loved friend yet now best knowne Since my estate was sunke and overthrowne If thou wilt cred it thine experienc't friend Live private and from great ones thee defend Live to thyselfe and glistring gallants shun From glistering Towers the cruell 2 〈…〉 thunders come For though the great have power to doe us good They 'l sooner hurt then helpe us as they should The naked Sayleyard dreads no winter stormes Simil. But largest sayles still meete with greatest harmes Thou seest how Corke doth on the water flow Sim. When heavy lead doth sinke the net below Had I forewarned been of this in time I had till now enjoy'd Romes happy clime For whilst I sayld with thee with gentle gale Through quiet streames my Boate did safely sayle And he that Fal's by chance upon the plaine Sim. Falling but low may quickly Rise againe Exam. But poore Elpenor falling from on high His wailing ghost Vlysses did espy How wast that Daedalus wings did safely flye When Icarus in the Sea doth d●owned lye Exam. The Son did flie aloft the Father low Whilst throgh the aire with borrowed wings they 〈◊〉 Trust me the private life is most secure Let every man within his bounds indure 1 Antomedon driver of Ach. Chariot Eumedes Sonne had not untimely dyed But that Achilles horses he would guide Merops had not his scorched Sonne lamented If 2 Pha would be Son to Phoebus not to Merops and was burnt Phaethon had with Merops beene contented Beware my friend how thou dost soare aloft Contract thy saile and curbe thy aspiring thoughts Th' art worthy to enjoy a prosperous fate And well deserv'st an inoffensive state Which I to wish for thee am ever bound Whose faith I have so firme and constant found For at my fall I saw how thou didst mourne Even as thine owne and not anothers turne I saw thy teares which on my face did fall And dranke at once thy words and teares withall And for thine absent friend dost labour still To lighten somewhat his unbounded ill Live without envy and obscurely spend Thy quiet yeares seeke out for equall friends And love thy Nasos name that 's all that 's left Vnbannished Pontus the rest hath reft A Land that lyes next to the Northern 3 Beare Pole A land that 's frozen with congealing cold Beyond it Tanais and the Bosphor runne And a few places that are scarely knowne Past which unhabitable cold doth lye Woes me the end o th' world should be so nigh But Wife and Country deare are absent farre And whatsoever else beloved are All which though to my sense they absent be Yet in my minde I doe them plainely see My house the City and each severall place And all their actions stand before my face The Image of my wife me thinkes I see Which doth increase and ease my misery Her absence causeth griefe but then againe It joves my heart she doth so 4 Loyall firme remaine And you my friends are fixed in my brest Whose names I wish might safely be exprest But wary feare my 1 Doth my desire or good will duty doth restraine I thinke your selves doe wish I should refraine Indeed time was when you well pleased were That in my verse your names should still appeare But now I 'm loth to give you cause of feare I le greete you in my thought but names forbeare Nor shall my verse disclose my secret friends 2 But let them So they will love me closely to the end Yet know though I from you be far remote That you are never absent from my thought O strive I pray to ease my grievous paine And lend your hand to raise me once againe So may your fortune still continue blest Nor ever need to make the like request ELEGIE 5. Our Poet here one Charus doth commend Argu. Who still had shew'd himselfe a stedfast friend THe use of friendship twixt us two was small Thou might'st affirme that it was none at all Hadst thou not lov'd me with a faithfull minde Then when my ship did sayle with prosperous wind But at my fall when all men shund my wracke And many seeming friends did turne their backe Yet thou wast bold to come even to my doore My thunderstrucken fortune to deplore Yea in our new acquaintance thou didst show More love then many ancient friends would doe I saw thy lookes amaz'd and overthrowne Flowing with teares and paler then mine owne I saw thy teares at every word distill So that my mouth and cares both dranke their fill And while thy frendly armes my necke embraced Thy kisses with thy sobs were interlaced Yea thou upholdest still my absent name My Charus this thou knowst must be thy name Some other pledges of thy Love there were Which I shall ever in remembrance beare The gods still make thee able to defend Although with more successe thy other friends If thou enquirest as I thinke thou dost ●ow I poore wretch doe fare i th' Geticke coast ●●e sparke of hopelesse hope I still retaine ●h ' offended powres may be appeas'd againe ●ay be 't is vaine yet it may fall out true ●nd that it may performe what lies in you ●●ploy thy noble faculty of speech ●● show 't is Reason which I do beseech 〈◊〉 The greatest spirits the soone are appeased ●nd wrath in generous minds is soonest released 〈◊〉 Lyon when his prey doth p●ostrate lye ●oth streight forbeare his suppliant enemy ●ut wolves and beares and each ignoble brest ●ith cruelty pursues the Dying beast ●ho stouter then Achilles doth appeare ●et 1 Was he he was 2 Conquerd melted with King Priam's teares ●h ' Emathian Captaines clemency is knowne ●y Porus exequies and the funerall mone ●nd not to mention humane rage growne mild ●ven Inno's foe her son in Law is stil'd ●cannot then but hope for calmer time ●ho●m in trouble for no heinous crime 〈◊〉 did no treason plot ' gainst Caesars life ●hereby to set the headlesse world at strife ●or treason spake or let my lavish tongue ●mid my cups of dangerous matters run 〈◊〉 suffer ' cause I chanc't a fault to spy ●o that my crime doth in mine eyefight lie 〈◊〉 know I cannot wholly be defended ●et plead 't was chance no ill was then intended ●ine hope is then that Caesar will accord ●ome easier place of exile to afford 〈◊〉 that the morning starre which day renues With posting speed would bring such happy newes ELEGIE 6. He writes this Elegy to a singular friend Argu. And doth to him his wofull state commend OVr league of friendship sure thou 'lt not deny Or if thou wouldst it cannot hidden lye ●or whilst we might no Citizen was to me More deare then thou and 1 I the like to th●e who but I with thee And this our friendship was so famous growne That more then we our selves our love was knowne So that even he on whom thine hopes depend Tooke notice of thy candor

words to him his cunning show'd The gift is rich O King the fashion more But yet the beauty is not halfe the store On 's side a secret doore you may espy There put him in whom you appoint to dye Then let him with soft burning scorched be No Bull will roare more naturally then he For which devise I hope thou 'lt thinke it fit That my reward shall Aequallize my wit The 3 Phalati● King reply'd since first thou hast invented This witty paine thou first shalt be tormented Forthwith into the engine hewas throwne Where like a Bull he made a ruefull mone But why doe I outlandish Tyrants name Of thee thou Roman Tyrant I complaine For if my blood will quench thy greedy thirst Who faine wouldst have me to endure the worst Know I have suffered that by Sea and Land Would move thy teares if thou didst understand Trust me Vlysses nere was so distrest Him Neptune me Ioves anger hath opprest Cease then to ransacke in my faults againe And from my bleeding wounds thy nayles refraine That tract of Time my faults at last may cover And these my smarting sores be skinned over Remember humane fortune which advances And then casts downe feare her doubtful chances And since which I admire thou hast such care Of my estate still asking how I fare Thou need'st not feare my 〈…〉 state is fraught with wo From Caesars anger all misfortunes flow And to assure thee that I nothing faine I wish thy selfe mightst undergoe my paine ELEGIE 12. Here Tomos Spring with Romes he doth compare Argu. And shewes the difference of their sports and aire THe West winds now blow warme the yeare is ●un Yet Winter 2 In Tomos here me thinkes goes slowly on The 3 A●●es makes 〈…〉 Ramme which carryed Helle once astray Doth weigh in aequall poyse the night and day Now 4 〈…〉 wanton Boyes and Girles sweete Violets get And other Country flowers that grow unset The Medowes now with various colours spring And warbling birds their untaught Sonnets sing The Swallow builds her little house or nest Vnder some Rafter for her younglings rest And Ceres seed which in the furrowes lay Her tender blade gins freshly to display Where Vines doe grow their swelling buds appeare Alas this Geticke soyle no Vine doth beare Where trees do grow their buds bloomes appeare Alas this Geticke coast no Tree doth beare 'T is now with you vacation the Law-courts 〈…〉 Resigne their wrangling brawles to playes sports Now borses run the race now Fencers play And some with balles and toppes doe spend the day Now Wrastlers doe annoint their limbs with Oyle And bathe in water to refresh their toyle The Stages flourish loud applauses sound The threefold Courts and Theaters rebound O thrice and fouretimes happy man is he That may enjoy the City safe and free As for my selfe I feele the melting Snow Which from the frozen Rivers gins to flow The Sea doth now unthaw nor dare the swayn Drive over Ister now his creaking wayne If any forraine ship shall here arrive Which to our shores but rare occasions drive Thither I le hast and after salutation Enquire the Masters businesse name and nation And 't is a wonder if he be not one That from some neighb'ring coast mightsafely come For an Italian ship comes seldome hither Where is no harbour from tempestuous weather If yet his language Greeke or Latin be He shall be farre the welcomer to me Likewise the wind may bring from happy South One from the Streights and from Propontis mouth Who can informe me of the common fame And knowes all circumstances of the same I wish he may of Caesars Triumphs tell And of the vowes to Iove performed well And how rebellious Germany doth submit Her conquer'd head under our Generalls feete VVho brings such newes which I had rather see Shall to my house forthwith invited be VVoes me is Ovids house i th' Scythian strand And doth my prison for my dwelling stand Grant O ye gods Caesar may make this place No more the house but Inne of my disgrace ELEGIE 13. Of his last birthday he doth here complaine Argu. And wisheth it migh nere returne againe BEhold in vaine my Birthday doth returne At the set time alas why was I borne Hard-hearted day why dost thou still extend My wofull veares shouldst rather make an end If thou hadst care of me or any shame Thou wouldst not trace me thus from Rome in vaine But rather where thou first didst give me breath Even there would have assaid to give me death Or when I left the City thou might'st well As did my friends have tane thy last farewell What makest thou at Pontus art thou sent By Caes●rs doome with me to banishment Or dost expect thy wonted honours here That I white rayment for thy sake should weare Should flowty garlands girt the Altar round With solemne fires and smoking Incense crown'd And offring cakes that note a geniall day Should I for thy returne devoutly pray No no I doe not now such seasons see That I at thy returne should joyfull be A funerall Altar drest with Cypresse bough And burning piles of wood befit me now I list not fruitlesse Incense throw away Nor will my depth of sorrowes let me pray Yet if this day I must some prayer frame I pra●●● that thou maist nere come here againe 〈…〉 Whilst I i th' utmost part o th' world doe dwell Mistermed Euxine when 't is rather hell ELEGIE 14. He writes this Elegy to a learned friend Argu. Praying him still his writings to defend THou sacred Patron of all learned men Thou constant friend unto my wit and pen What dost thou slill my absent name upraise As thou didst erst renowne my happyer dayes Dost gather up my Bookes excepting those Of Loves vaine Art which wrought their Authors woes Doe so thou lover of new Poets straines And still in Rome maintaine my dying name 'T was I 1 〈…〉 but not my bookes was banisht thence They did not merit ill by my offence Oft is the Father banisht farre away When yet the children in the City stay My bookes my children are like 2 In Iupi●●●● 〈◊〉 Pallas bred Without a mother in their fathers head These I commend the rather to thy care Since of their father they bereaved are 3 Th●●● Bookes Iove Three of my Sons their Parents fortune share Thou maist of all the rest take open care Of changed shapes I fifteene volumes left M●tamorpho Which from their Authors ashes● hoebus reft This worke I had to more perfection brought If For●une had not first my ruinewrought This now in peoples mouthes impollisht runs If ought of mine within their reading comes And let this 1 My Tristia Hoc nesci● quid forry piece with 's fellowes stand Which now I send thee from a forraigne Land This whoso reads must time and place conceive Where these poore Poems their composure