prey recover'd wonne Return'd he draws from spits the hissing meat Quoth he Let none but those that conquer'd eat Thus did the Fabii too Quirinus there Came now devoyd and spies the boards all bare He laughs yet griev'd that Remus Fabii Should winne the game not his Quintilii The fame continues they all naked race And he that got the day hath got the grace But why and for what cause perhaps you 'l say Do we Lupercal call that place and day Nun Sylvia at one birth two God-got twinnes Brought forth her uncle then the Countrey 's Prince He charg'd his men i' th' river them to drown O spare what mean'st thou Romulus is one Th' unwilling men obey the tragick King And th' infants to the place they weeping bring Then Albula from Tyberine there drown'd Call'd Tyber since had overflown the ground Here where now streets are and the valleys low Of th' ample Circus cock-boats then did row Being hither come nor could they further go In bitter grief thus burst forth one or two Alas how fair ah me how like they be Yet this of both the perkest is to see If that the face the pedigree may shew Vnlesse I misse a God is one of you Yet were a God the authour of your race He sure would help in such a desp'rate case Your mother would but help her self doth need One day made mother and unmothered True twinnes in birth and death together drown In this sad stream He ceas'd and laid them down Both cry'd alike as if they knew their wo. These to their homes with watry cheeks do go A rush-boat on the top the babes upholds O how much fate that little cratch enfolds The boat by littles floting to the wood The floud decreasing pitch'd upon the mud A fig-tree stood the stump remains this day Then Rumina but now call'd Romula To these poore Barns there comes a she-wolf wild Most strange a wild beast should not hurt a child Yet that was nothing she assists and nurses Those whom their kindred to their death enforces She stands and fawns upon the nuddling twins And with her tongue licks o're their tender skins Mars-got you 'l say They boldly draw the teat And so are nourish'd with unhop'd-for meat The Wolf that place that place Lupercals nam'd She for her nurs'ry well is paid she 's fam'd Some draw Lupercal from th' Arcadian hill Where Pan Lyceus hath a chapell still Good wife leave craving neither charms nor vows Nor herbs can make thee mother of thy house Take patiently stripes from the fruitfull hand Thy father then shall be a father grand For 't was that time whenas their issues rare Good wives with sad tormenting pangs did bear My rape of Sabine maids was all in vain Cry'd Romulus This hapned in his reigne If from my wrong not strength but strife is grown I had farre better let those Dames alone A wood there grew to Juno's power divine An ages growth beneath mount Esquiline Both men and women all convented hither Right humbly fall down on their knees together Lo suddenly the tops of trees did quake And in her grove strange things the Goddesse spake Ye Latine Dames cries she apply a Goat All stood amaz'd at that ambiguous note There was a Soothsayer time conceals his name Who newly banish'd from Hetruria came He kills a goat the women as was will'd To th' goat-thong-lashes their bare backs did yield Ten times the Moon her waned light did gather The wife 's a mother and the man a father Thanks O Lucina thee thy grove thus styl'd Or ' cause thou first giv'st light to every child O spare Lucine and when wives bellies swell Bring their ripe burden eas'ly forth and well When day appears trust thou the winds no more That season hath deceitfull bin before The wind 's not certain and for full six dayes King Aeolus his castle-gate displayes Aquarius with his stooping pitcher now Falls off and Phoebus makes the Fishes glow He and his brother for joynt-stars they shine Bare on their backs they say two Pow'rs divine Dione flying terrible Typhone When Jove wag'd warre for heavens imperiall throne Comes to Euphrates with her little sonne And on the banks of Palestine sits down Tall canes and poplars on the margent grew And sallows hopes of her concealment shew There hid the trees did rustle in the wind She pale with fear suppos'd her foes behind And in her bosome culling her young sonne Cry'd Nymphs O aid two Deities undone Thus leaps she in these Fishes her did bear For which in heaven now deifi'd they are Hence Syrians hate to eat that kind of Fishes Nor is it fit to make their Gods their dishes Next day is void Quirinus he doth hold The third whose name was Romulus of old Either because the Sabines old that spear Did Quiris call which him to heaven did rear Or his Quirites styl'd him thus their King Or cause the Curets he to Rome did bring For when God Mars beheld new walls to stand And great acts done by Romulus his hand Great Jove sayes he the Romanes pow'rfull are And my own bloud hath in their deeds a share Let me enjoy one Sonne the other's dead Stand he in 's own and in his brothers stead You promis'd me one of those brothers you Would raise to heaven Be Joves word ever true Jove gave a grant and with his beckon shak'd Both Poles tall Atlas with his burden quak'd There is a place call'd Caprean lake of old There Romulus then chanc'd a court to hold About sunne-set grosse clouds heavens face withdrew A showring storm doth instantly ensue It thunder'd lightning cracks the heavens All flie The King on 's fathers horses mounts the skie The Lords all mourn for his supposed slaughter Which thought perhaps might have remain'd long after But Julius Procul from long Alba came The Moon-light scorn'd the use of torches flame Lo suddenly the left-hand-hedges quake He with his hairs turn'd bolt-upright starts back Quirinus larger then a man and fair In 's Consuls robe doth in the path appear Bid my Quirites not to mourn for me Their tears quoth he disgrace my Deitie Bring pious spice and Romulus adore And practice prowesse with the Romane lore This charg'd he vanish'd into gloomy aire He calls a court and doth his charge declare They build his temple give the hill his name And on set dayes adore him in the same Now learn thou why this day they also call Fools-holy-day the reason 's apt though small There were no skilfull husbandmen of old Our sturdy fathers toilsome warres did hold The sword was then in more request then plow Grounds unmanur'd small profit did allow Yet did our ancients sow and mow some barley Of barley Ceres had her first-fruits early This on their hearths to mend the tast they dri'd In which much losse for want of skill they bide For sometimes they sweep up dead coals for corn Sometimes the fire their cottages did burn Hence
yeare he chose Forsooth thou hadst more skill in signes of warres To curb thy neighbours then in signes of starres Yet he by reasons was to this induc'd His errour Caesar may be well excus'd What time the mother in her womb doth bear Her breeding child just that he made his yeare That time the widow from the fatall burning Of her dead mate did wear the signes of mourning These arguments did Romulus regard When he the seasons to his peasants shar'd Mars had the first the next was Venus place He father and she mother of his race The third from Eld the fourth from Yongth is nam'd The number titles for the rest hath fram'd But Numa willing Janus to adore And dead mens ghosts prepos'd a couple more Now you the duties of each day must know For every day did not the like allow That was Non-leet-day which the three words scap't That Leet-day was wherein the courts were kept These offices were not all day performing 'T is Leet at noon but 't was a Non-leet morning Before the Praetour pleading then begun And suits of law when sacrifice was done Some dayes the people in the rails include Some on the ninth day still their course renew'd Queen Juno's care our Romane Calends shield A fat white lamb in th' Ides to Jove is kill'd The Nones are blank and want a sacrifice Take heed I pray the next a black day is The reason 's from th' events In them they say Our Romane host have often lost the day But once of these it shall suffice to speak In all our book lest I my order break GErmanick lo our Janus thee doth bring A happy yeare he is the first I sing Tway-faced Janus our still-pac't yeares guide Who onely of the gods seest thy back-side Come gracious to our captains by whose care Both sea and land secure of tumult are Come gracious to our Romane lords and states And in good will unlock thy temple-gates A good day comes let tongues from hearts salute Good words and greetings this good day do suit Let idle wranglings not molest the eare Ye brawling people now your suits deferre See how the heavens with spicy fires do shine And spikenard crackles on the hearths divine Transplendent flames do lash the temples gold A twinkling lustre to the roof extoll'd White robes now walk to our Tarpeian wall The people 's deckt in gaytie festivall New purple shines new rods now stalk in state The ivory'd benches bear another weight The fair fat ox whose neck ne're felt the yoke Now yields it to the sacrificing stroke Jove when he views the world from towring skies Hath nought but Romane to imploy his eyes Hail holy-day come alwayes fortunate Deserving worship of a world-world-great state But Janus now what god shall I thee call For Greece hath nere a god like thee at all Rehearse the reason why thou hast such ods Of looking both wayes more then all the gods I walkt my note-book in mine hand I mus'd The temple brighter shines then earst it us'd Majestick Janus turns immediately His double visage to my wondring eye Amazement makes my hairs upright to start A sudden terrour chills me to the heart His staff in 's right hand in his left his key From former face he thus replies to me Time's studious prophet cast aside all fear And from my mouth what thou desirest heare Old times did call me Chaos I 'm a thing Of deepest eld mark what old acts I sing All these foure elements the Aire so clear Fire Earth and Water one whole bodie were When strife they ceas'd and this laborious masse To severall houses separated was Fire mounted heaven the next the Aire possess'd The Earth and Water in the midst were press'd Then I who was a rude and shapelesse load Came to the true proportion of a god Because my badge of that rude lump is small My fore and back parts differ not at all The other reason of my shape I 'le show Which with my office thou shalt also know What-ere thou seest heaven aire and sea and land Are all lockt up and open'd by mine hand This vast worlds guard is in my onely power The wheeling of the hinge of heaven is our When peace I please into calm courts to send She in safe paths about doth freely wend. With fatall bloud the world would drenched be Should I not curb stern warre with this my key I with the gentle Houres heavens portalls guard Jove's self goes in and out too by my ward Thence Janus call'd And when the priest doth make A wafer for me and a salt-meal-cake The name doth seem ridiculous some whiles He me Patusius and then Clusius styles My double office rude antiquitie By this alternate name would signifie Thou seest my office now will I make known My figure's ground in part alreadie shown Two fronts thou know'st belong to every gate This tow'rds the people tow'rds the houshold that And as the porter at his gate with you Does both the ingresse and the egresse view So I the porter or heavens court survey Just at a wink the East and Western bay See Hecate her faces three wayes bends And so she eas'ly three-leet wayes defends So without motion I two wayes can see Lest losse of time there should in moving be This said he promis'd with a courteous eye If more I askt he would not me denie I courage took and thankt S r Janus then And casting down mine eye thus spake again Why doth the New yeare in the cold begin The gentle spring a fitter time had bin Times age renews then and renews all things On swelling twigs the pearly vine-bud springs Leaves deck the trees in summer-green attire Both grasse and grain above the ground doth spire Birds descants warble in the calmed aire Both birds and beasts do sport about and pair The sun shines warm Then comes the vagrant swallow And on a beam her morter-work doth follow The farmers ploughes his fallow grounds manure This should have been the yeares beginning sure I largely ask't he made no large replies But in two verses doth his speech comprize Sols first and last day doth in winter fall The yeare the same beginning hath with Sol. Then marvell'd I why with some suits of laws This day is kept Sayes Janus Learn the cause Upon the first day some affairs we raise Lest from the Omen all the yeare should laze Each in his art for that some businesse does And by those acts his yearly studies shews But why said I do we bring myrrh and wine To thee before the other powers divine That you sayes he by me who keep the doore May have accesse to any other power And why said I on this first day such greetings And hearty wishes do we use at meetings Replies he leaning on his staff in 's hand In their beginnings do all Omens stand Your jealous eares you turn to each first word The watchfull Augur marks the first-spy'd bird Gods eares and temples
all stand ope no tongue Makes idle pray'rs but every word is strong Thus answer'd he I was not silent much For his last word I with my first did touch What means dry figs and palm-fruit I wot not And honey offer'd in a fine-white pot That 's for good luck that things may savour so And that our yeare a pleasant race may go This have I learn'd but shew the reason now Of new-yeares gifts that I may all parts know He smil'd O how doth thy age thee deceive Honey more sweet than money to believe I scarce saw any in old Saturns reign That was not taken with the sweets of gain In tract of time the Having love did grow 'T is now at height and can no further go Wealth now is farre more set by then of yore Rome being a novice and her people poore When Mars-got Romulus in mean stalls liv'd And little beds of river-reeds were weav'd In narrow court Jove scarce upright could stand And held an earthen thunderbolt in 's hand Then leaves for gold the Capitol adorn'd To keep his flocks the Senatour nere scorn'd Nor sham'd to sleep upon a lock of hay Or on a pad of straw his head to lay The Praetour kept his court new come from plow A plate of silver as a shame did show But when proud Fate this places head had rear'd And Romes top-gallant neare the gods appear'd Then wealth encreas'd and wealths unglut desire Men much possessing still much more require To spend what 's gotten and to get what 's spent The very course is vices nourishment So they whose bodies swelling dropsies have The more they drink the more they liquour crave Coin has the count wealth gets the honour still Wealth gets the friends the poore shifts where he will But if thou ask why new-yeares gifts are sent And why old moneyes us so well content Yerst brasse was given now better 't is in gold The newer coin hath taken place of old Gold-temples please us though the old w'approve The majestie a god doth most behove We praise old times but yet make use of new To both their customes like observance due He made an end When conging courteously Key-keeping Janus thus accosted I Much have I learn'd but why one side the brasse Is stampt a ship and then a double face Seest thou quoth he that double picture in 't It is my face but time hath blurr'd the print The Ships cause learn A ship old Saturn brought On Tuscan stream the whole world roam'd about I well remember since He pitcht upon These coasts when Jove the throne of heaven had won The name Saturnia thence this land did bear And Latium too because he sheltred here But after ages as a mindfull signe Of his arrivall stampt a ship in coyn I then manur'd that ground on whose left side Sand-guilded Tiber's courteous stream doth glide Where Rome now stands there grew a loftie wood This mightie masse was then but pasture-food Mine altar stood upon you hill which from My name this age doth all Janiculum Then reigned I when gods did dwell on ground And pow'rs divine in humane seats were found Mans crimes from earth yet had not Justice driven She last of gods withdrew her self to heaven Without constraint shame rul'd the hearts of men Not fear small pains to judge the Commons then I knew no warres but kept my Peace and Doore These arms quoth he his key advanc'd I wore His lips he closing mine then open'd I My question still provoking his reply Since thou hast many temples why dost stand In this alone with markets twain at hand He coaxing then his grave and bushy beard Down to his wast the Tatian warres declar'd How that light guard entic'd with Sabine chains Led into towre king Tatius and his trains From thence as now where you quoth he descend A hill through markets to the vales doth bend Now stole they to the gate whose fastned lock Malignant Juno off the bolts did knock I loth to thwart it with so high a power Did slily help them with a feat of our And op'd the spring-heads which my art can do And suddenly let flouds of water go First in the veins I sulphur threw about That scalding streams might force the Tatians out By which the Sabines almost scallt and slain The place its former nature did regain For this good turn they me a Chapell raise Where cakes and barley on my altars blaze But why in warres unbolted are thy gates And lockt in peace The reason he relates In time of warre I set my doores wide ope To make retreat for every marcht forth troop In peace I 'm barr'd lest forth stern warre should flee And long in Cesars empire barr'd I 'le be This said he lifts his all-way-looking eyes And views what ever in the broad world lies 'T was peace O Cesar and subdued Rhene To raise thy triumphs paid his tribute then Peace and peace-makers Janus death-lesse make Let not the authour e're that work forsake Now let me tell what registers do say Our fathers gave two temples on this day The isle where Tiber in two parts doth runne Did welcome Aesculapius Phebus sonne Jove hath a part one place them both conteins The grandchild's temple to the grandsire's joyns What lets to sing the starres ascent and set This is a piece on which our Muse must treat Blest souls who first did this rare science love And striv'd to climb those crystall courts above From worldly vices and all baser toyes They doubtlesse their diviner thoughts did raise Nor wine nor love nor warres nor court-affairs Did break those lofty-towring minds of theirs Nor varnish't glory nor ambition light Nor thirst of riches did distract their spright They drew the starres familiar to our eyes And to their knowledge did submit the skies So heaven is scal'd not as Olympus yerst Did Ossa bear the clouds with Pelion pierc'd We by those guides will meet those heavenly lines And point each day to his associate signes The third night come before the Nones ensue When earth is dabbled with the morning dew To seek eight-footed Cancers arms were vain He headlong falls into the western main Much rain doth threat from hovering clouds to flow The Nones the Harp arising signes will show Let foure dayes from the Nones be past then shall Old Janus have his service Agonall The girt-up priest who at the altar slayes The beast to him may be the titles cause Who being about to drench his knife in bloud Agóne cryes nor strikes till he 's allow'd This feast Agnalia they did term some say In ancient times one letter ta'n away Some think because the beasts are driven they call This day from cattle-driving Agonal Or else because knives laid in water scare The wary beast 't is call'd so from that fear Some hold that from those games the Greeks did make In former times this day the name did take Which games old language did Agonia call And in
again The Tuscane conquerour Furius of eld Did vow thee and his solemn vow fulfill'd The cause The commons ' gainst the nobles were In arms and Rome did her own greatnesse fear This last is best Brave Prince thy thundring knocks Made Germany cut short her dangling locks Then gav'st thou gifts of that triumphed nation And rais'd'st a church for Concords adoration This did thy mother Joves bed-worthy bride Endow with altars and rich gifts beside These things thus past Sol leaving Capricorn His race-horse to the Water-boy doth turn The seventh day hence when Sol his fierie wheels Cools in the sea the Harp a part conceals Next morn to this the bright starre that doth shine In Leo's breast is quench'd in Neptune's brine Three or foure times I search'd the Calendar But could not find a Seed-day any where My Muse perceiving said Seek thou alway For Holy-dayes that 's but a Bidden day The day 's uncertain certain is the time When seed-big fields do sprout forth in their prime Crown'd oxen now at full-stuft mangers feed The thriving spring more work for you will breed His well-wrought plow the farmer on a post Hangs up the ground fears every wound in frost Farmers let plowmen and manured soil Your seed-time finish'd rest and sport a while Now plowmen feast and now surround your corn And yearly gifts on Countrey-altars burn Ceres and Terra mothers of your seed Please with big sow and fruits themselves do breed These two one common benefit maintein This yields the place and she the cause of grain These two co-workers ancient times renew'd That nobler food condemned akorns rude Fill up the Farmers gapings with rich crops Yield some requitall to their pains and hopes With constant growths encrease you still their corn Let not chill snows the blade yet tender burn In sowing seed let smooth gales ope the skies Rain down soft showr's when underground it lies Scare grain-devouring flocks of birds away Because that they our Cereall wealth destroy Ye toyling pismires spare the corn new sown In harvest-time more plenty will be grown Thus let it thrive from rusty blasting free Nor by the heav'ns distemper sickly be Not too too thin nor yet too rank whereby To faint through too much prodigality Free all the grounds from eye-annoying darnel Let not an eare bring forth a chaffie kernel Let fields all yield in huge encrease rich wheat And rie and barley twice enduring heat Thus I for you thus for your own affairs Ye Farmers pray may both Pow'rs heare our prayers Warres long have vext us swords were more in course Then shares the ox gave place to th' haughty horse Rakes idle lay and mattocks turn'd to piles In fire the spade to make a helmet boils Thanks to the Gods and to thy house that long Warres under foot have lain in fetters strong Let th' ox be in his yoke in soil the seed Peace Ceres mother Ceres still doth feed The fifth before the Calends first begins Were temples rais'd to those Ledean twins Two brother-Gods to brother-Gods did make These fabricks seated neare Juturna lake To Peace her altar hath our verse us brought Which is one day before the month goes out Sweet Peace approch with Actian garlands crown'd And through the world continue thou renown'd Adieu all foes though here no triumphs be Peace more then Warre doth Princes magnifie Let souldiers carry arms arms to confound Let blaring trumpets nought but pomp resound Let Troy's brave race the world with terrour move Let every land that dreads not Rome her love On peacefull flames ye Priests sweet incense lay And cattel with wine-dabbled forelocks slay Let pious pray'rs the yielding Gods attend That this calm house in Peace may time transcend But now the first piece of my task is done And with our book we through this month are run The end of the first Book OVIDS FESTIVALLS OR ROMANE CALENDAR The second Book or FEBRUARIE The Argument THe Etymologie of this months name S t Safety 's chapell And Arions fame Great Cesars title Nymph Calisto fair The Fabii slain The Crow Lupercals bare Pans love the cheat A Wolf the Martiall twins Expos'd doth nurse Wives pregnant made with skins Quirinus deifi'd Fools-Holy-day To Parents tombs and Silence rites they pay Charistia Terminus Young Tarquines lust Lucrece from life himself from 's throne doth thrust JAnus is done Our yeare with rhythmes doth run And with the Month another book 's begun Now Elegies your sails you 'gin display Me thoughts you were but little flags to day You were my nimble pages in my love When first our Muse in youthfull sports did rove Now Calendary Holy dayes you sing How should this new from that old subject spring This is my chivalry these arms I wear Our hands not void of all imployments are What though our arm no javelins flight doth force Nor check the chidings of a foming horse Nor girt with sword nor with a helmet fens'd None but may vaunt in those habiliments We studiously brave Cesar search thy names And trace the Titles thy desert proclaims Accept this service with a calmed brow If freed a while from curbing of the foe Old Romanes did Purgations Februa call And now good signes they guard this word withall The Nobles from th' High Priest and Flamen by Took locks of wooll call'd Februa anciently Thus were those purgings styl'd that hot-salt cake Which at some houses Lictours us'd to take The bough was termed thus which was cut down From Laurel-tree the Priests chast brows to crown I 've seen a Pine-branch to Flaminia's hand Deliver'd when she Februa did demand What-ever lastly us doth purifie Was styl'd thus by unshorn Antiquity Hence comes this month because Luperci run With goat skin-thongs in that purgation Or else because the balefull dayes now rid The season 's pure and grave-ghosts quieted By due purgation men in times of eld All crimes and evils expiable held Greece thought which first this custome did begin By sprinkling men were quitted from their sinne Once Peleus did Patroclus purge in water And him Acastus purg'd from Phocus slaughter Fond Aegeus vainly Phasis purifi'd Who on curb'd dragons in the aire did ride Alcmaeon did to Achelous say Purge me from sinne he purg'd his sinne away Ah too too silly who imagine water Can wash away that heavy crime of slaughter But that you may the ancient order know Know Janus as before the first is now The next to Janus was the old yeares last And Terminus did end the rites all past Janus the first month is as 't were the Gate The next was last to Ghosts being consecrate Long after our Decemviri 't is thought These months farre-distanc'd both together brought In this months entrance near the Phrygian Dame New Temples once enlarg'd S t Safety 's fame Where are those buildings in these Calends rais'd If you enquire Time them hath quite defac'd Our sacred Princes Care and Providence Our other from the like decay prevents And
maugre thou art scratch'd with rake and plow Cry This is yours and this belongs to you There is a way leads to Laurentian plain Where once Aeneas pitch'd with all his train There on the sixth stone from the city I To Terminus have seen sheeps fibres frie. All other lands have certain limits given Our Rome with all the worlds wide room is even Now Muse relate the Regifuge the fame Of which the three and twentieth day did name King Tarquine did Romes Monarchy conclude A valiant souldier but a Prince most lewd Some cities had he captiv'd some ras'd down And by a wile the Gabii overthrown For lo his young sonne and his own sonne right Came into their foes garison by night They drew their swords cries he Me armlesse kill This is my fathers and my brothers will Who piteously have mangled me all o're For which pretense he had been lashed sore He 's view'd by Moon-light Up their swords they put And stripping him beheld his body cut And weeping simply they his aid request In warre He subt'ly promises his best And now in pow'r he sends his father word Fair way was made to put them all to th' sword A garden stood with savoury flow'rs array'd About the which a prattling current plaid There Tarquine had this private news made known And crops with wand the highest lilies down The scout brings word He cropt the highest lilies I know saith Sextus what my fathers will is Forthwith the Gabine Captains all they slay And Romane colours on the walls display Behold a snake most strange from th' altar crept Which quench'd the fires and up the victuals slapt Apollo 's sought to whose reply was this He conquers who his mother first doth kisse The company Apollo's meaning miss'd Each man ran hast'ly and his mother kiss'd Brute was a fools wise counterfeit to free Himself from Tarquines direfull treacherie He straight falls down as stumbling with his feet And with a kisse our mother Earth doth greet Romes conquering Eagles in the mean time over The city Ardea in a long siege hover The foe not daring battel couch'd in forts Our souldiers revel in their tents with sports Young Tarquine makes a feast to all his lords ' Mongst whom in mirth he falls into these words Whiles in dull warre this Ardea us deteins From carrying tropheys to our countrey-fanes Do any of our wives mind us or are They carefull of us who for them take care Each prais'd his own and very earnest grow The frollick bowls make lungs and tongues to glow Up starts Lord Collatine Few words are best But come to triall night's not yet deceast Mount we our steeds and to the citie all Carier Content They for their horses call And straight were gallop'd by their speedy feet To th' royall court No watch was in the street Lo there the King's sonnes joviall wives they find With garlands crown'd at midnight up well win'd Thence to fair Lucrece post they out of hand By whose bed-side the wooll and baskets stand At little lights their task her maidens spun To whom she softly thus these words begun Maids we must make plie plie your bus'nesse faster A coat to send in hast unto your master What news heare you for more then I you heare How long will 't be e're warres be ended there Well Ardea thou that keep'st our Lords from home Thy betters thou affront'st thy fall will come Be they but safe but my Lords bloud 's so high That with his sword he anywhere doth flie My heart doth fail quite chill'd with frozen fear When-e're I think of his encounters there Tears were the period She le ts fall her thread And in her bosome hangeth down her head This was a grace her tears became her well Her beauty was her minds true parallel Fear not sweet wife I 'm come cries he She meets And hangs on 's neck a burden full of sweets Meanwhile the young Prince furiall lust doth move His boyling spirits are fir'd in secret love Her lilie skin her gold-deluding tresses Her native splendour slighting art him pleases Her voice her stainlesse modesty h' admires And hope 's decay still strengthens his desires Day 's horn-mouth'd harbinger proclaim'd the morn The frollick gallants to their tents return His mazing fansie on her picture roves The more he muses still the more he loves Thus did she sit thus drest thus did she spin Thus plaid her hair upon her necks white skin These looks she had these rosie words still'd from her This eye this cheek these blushes did become her As billows fall down after some great blast Yet make some swelling when the wind is past So though her person from his sight was tane Yet did that love her person bred remain He burns and prick'd with spurs of basest lust Against her chast bed plots attempts unjust Th' event's ambiguous yet we 'll throughly try 't That she shall see Fate helps the vent'rous sprite We slav'd the Gabines by a daring deed Thus girts he on his sword and mounts his steed Into Collatia's brasen ports he came About the time Sol hides his glowing flame A foe the Court doth enter as a friend And there was welcome For they were a kind Ah blind mankind she thinking nought good woman Provides good chear to entertain her foeman The supper 's ended time to sleep invites In all the housen now are seen no lights Up starts he and draws forth his gilded blade And chast Lucretia's chamber doth invade Laid on the bed Lucretia no deniall Here is my sword I 'm Tarquine of bloud royall Nought she replies nor had she power to say Or plead but stupid and quite senselesse lay And like a lamb that from the sheepfold rambles Now caught in claws of ravening wolf she trembles What dares she fight ah he could overmatch her Cry out alas his sword would soon dispatch her Fly how his arm is link'd about her wast Her wast then first by strangers hand embrac'd The Lecher pleads with profers threats intreats She 's no whit mov'd with gifts intreats nor threats Yield or I 'll damne thee for a whore cries he And thee accuse for base adulterie I 'll kill the man with whom I 'll bruit thy shame She yielded conquer'd by the fear of fame Why triumph'st thou thy conquest is thy fall Ah what a price bought'st thou that night withall Now day appear'd with scatter'd hairs she lies As doth a mother when her deare sonne dies For her old father and deare husband home She sends To her without delay they come Whose grief they seeing ask the cause of it Whom she laments and with what evil smit She veils her modest face nor any thing Would utter tears as from a fountain spring Her sire her husband comfort her sad tears Pray her to speak and weep in hidden fears Thrice she assay'd to speak thrice stopt yet tries Once more but shamed to lift up her eyes Shall we ow Tarquine this too ah shall
I Shall I here publish my own infamie Something she tells and for the period weeps And her grave cheeks in pure vermilion steeps They both forgive her forc'd adultery That pardon you give I cries she deny Forthwith her self she stabs with hidden knife And at their feet pow'rs forth her crimson life And even in Fate 's last act as she did die Express'd a care to fall with modestie Her Sire her Lord self-carelesse both fall down And o're her corps their common losse bemone Brute came whose mind at length his name deceiv'd And from her dying breast the knife repriev'd There holds it spuing of her noble bloud And dauntlesse threatnings breath'd forth as he stood By this chast noble bloud I vow to thee And thy dear ghost which as my God shall be Proud Tarquine with his seed for this shall pay No longer I the counterfeit will play She at his words her sightlesse eyes doth move And shook her head as seeming to approve The manly matrone's exequies are done Endow'd with tears and emulation The wound lies open Brute calls all the States And to their ears the Kings base act relates Proud Tarquine's house all flie Two Consuls sway And that became the last Monarchick day Hark heare the Swallow herald of the Spring Adieu to Winter chearfully doth sing Yet Progne thou of hast dost oft complain Thy husband Tereus joyes at thy chill'd pain Now two dayes of this month are still behind To Martiall chariots are the race-horse joyn'd Which games from thence are call'd Equiria Mars in his field spectatour is that day Hail welcome Mars thy time a place doth claim The month 's at hand that 's honour'd by thy name Now strike we sail Our Month and Book both done My boat shall in another chanel run The end of the second Book OVIDS FESTIVALLS OR ROMANE CALENDAR The third Book or MARCH The Argument THe Martiall Princes birth and pedigree This Month's Protectour and prioritie Why women sacrifice to Mars do bring And why the Salii do Mamurius sing The Pontificiall title And Vejove The Gorgon courser And Lyaeus love More Horse-races Perennall Anna's rites Th' old wife to Bacchus-hony-cakes invites Games in the honour of th' Athenian Dame Now blazing Phoebus backs the Phryxean Ram. MAn-slaughtering Mavors cast aside thy spear Thy shield and helmet and a while draw near Perchance thou'lt say With Mars what make the Muses This Month we sing his name from thee deduces Thou seest Minerva hath her bloudy fights Yet she sometimes in liberall arts delights Have thou as Pallas some void time assign'd For out of arms thou maist imployment find Thou armlesse to the Romane Nunne didst come And layd'st in her the royall seeds of Rome Nun Sylvia here our sail we hoise something To wash i' th' morning went unto the spring Now when she came unto the wriggling brook Her earthen pitcher from her head she took There tricking up her flowing hair she sits And amorous aire to her bare breasts admits The streams soft musick and the plumy quire With chearfull shades egg'd on a sleeps desire Inveigling sleep creeps on her yielding eyes Her hand slips down on which her cheek relies Mars sees and lusts and in his lust doth speed And cunningly conceals his juggling dead She wakes conceiv'd and in her pregnant womb Conteins the Founder of imperiall Rome She rises faint but did not know the cause And leaning to a tree she makes this pause Pray heaven this dream doth happy fortune bring And good betide Or is 't some higher thing Me thoughts my garland as I stood beside My Lady's altar from my head did slide From which two palms alike a wondrous thing Yet one of them more eminent did spring Whose fertil branches all the earth o're-spread And reach'd the welkin with their mounting head When lo my uncle fain would them have cropt Smit at the sight my heart for terrour hopt A Pie Mars bird a Wolf too having young Did take their parts and rescu'd both from wrong This said she weakly up her pot doth take With water fill'd she fill'd it as she spake Time runs on Romulus and Remus breed Her belly 's swell'd up with celestiall seed Now had the God whose rayes the world unmask Two signes remaining of his yearly task The Maid's a Mother Vesta's statue sham'd With virgin-hands did veil her face 'T is fam'd The altars trembled as her pangs began The frighted flames beneath the ashes ran To tyrannous Amulius this made known Who had usurp'd his brothers wealth and crown He gives command to drown the Brats The floud Abhorres the deed and sets them on the mud 'T is known these Infants suck'd a wild-beasts teat And that a Pie did daily bring them meat Thee Nurse Laurentia I will not passe by Nor Faustulus thy plain rusticity The Laurentalian feasts shall sound your praise Kept in Decembers joviall-geniall dayes These sonnes of Mars to mans estate now grown On whose fair chins did bud the silken down The husbandmen and shepherds round about To them for justice in contention sought Oft came they home all drench'd with robbers blouds And seiz'd their cattels as their proper goods Their pedigree's made known Mars rais'd their spirits In stalls now scorn'd they to enlarge their merits Amulius falls by Romulus his sword And to his Grandsire is the realm restor'd The wall is rais'd which though it were but small 'T was ill for Remus that he leap'd the wall Where woods yerst grew beasts their dens did make The lasting City rais'd the Founder spake Arms-Arbitratour of whose seed divine I sprung and will thereof give many a signe With thee will we begin our Romane yeare And our first Month thy noble name shall wear His word 's made good this Month he thus did call And pleas'd his Father very well withall Yet their forefathers Mars especially Ador'd in honour of their Chivalry Th' Athenians Pallas Creet Diana's Quire The Lemnian Isle ador'd the God of Fire Mycenians Juno and the Spartanes too And Arcadie Pan crown'd with pine-tree-bough Our Latium honour'd Mars Warre 's pow'rfull King Warres to our land both wealth and fame did bring Yea if we read but forrein Calendars There we shall find a month surnam'd from Mars Faliscanes fifth month and the Albanes third By Hernians 't is the sixth month register'd The Aricinians and high Tusculum And Albanes all to one account do come The fierce Aequicoli's tenth month it was Laurentians fifth the Sabines fourth in place Pelignian Nobles with those Sabines old Consent and this month for their fourth they hold But Romulus to go beyond them all This his first month by 's Fathers name did call Nor months so many had our ancestours As we their yeare fell short two months of ours Greece then a well-learn'd but an ill-arm'd land No arts had yielded to the Conquerours hand The Romane art was all to fight and fense To throw a dart the onely eloquence What man the Axle
more eas'ly come away Who tells me now why Salii in a ring Dance with heaven's Buckler and Mamurius sing Thou Nymph that Dian's grove and spring dost haunt King Numa's Wife teach me thy feast I chaunt A lake much honour'd in religion stale Begirt with woods stands in th' Arician vale Hippolytus whom frighted steeds did tear Was hid herein For whom no horse comes there There tapes on which are many tablets hung To this good Goddesse veil the hedges long Ofttimes have women mistresse of their vows Brought hither lamps with wreaths about their brows Men stout of hand and swift of foot are kings Each king at last his mate to ruine brings A giggling brook doth on much gravel fall I oft have drunk there in a draught but small Muse-lov'd Aegeria yields those waters clear Who was king Numa's Wife and Counseller She first the Peeres too prone to live at ods With laws did temper and the fear of Gods Thence Laws that Strength might not bear al the sway Were made and men their vows did purely pay Wrath laid aside most pow'rfull Peace became ' Mongst Citizens a skirmish was a shame At th' Altars sight the furious man was turn'd And Wine and Wafers on the embers burn'd Behold Heavens Monarch lets his lightning flie Through crouding clouds and rains the welkin drie A flaming citie makes not such a blaze The King and People stood in great amaze The Nymph cries Thunder be n't too much afraid Is placable Jove's ire may be allay'd Yet must the means from Faun and Picus come Two Pow'rs that live within the lands of Rome Yet not without constraint First catch them you And bind them sure And then she tells him how A black grove stood beneath mount Aventine At whose first sight you 'ld say 'T is sure divine I' th' midst of which a pure perpetuall rill O're-grown with mosse from stony veins doth still Here Faun and Picus us'd to drink The King Come hither kills a sheep unto the Spring There sets down wine perfum'd with spice and then Takes up a cave in ambush with his men The wood-Gods to their old wont came the bowls They turn'd off blithe and quench'd their thirsty souls Wine winneth rest From 's cave doth Numa creep And bound them fast while they were fast asleep They rais'd from rest strive much themselves to free The more they strive the more they gyved be Ye Gods cries Numa pardon my bold act Ye know 't no wicked though a subtile fact Tell us which way may thunder be allaid Thus Numa Faunus shook his horns and said Great is thy question We cannot aread This hard precept our pow'r is limited Grove-Gods are we to us the rule is given But of vast Hills Jove orders all in Heaven Him you alone from heaven cannot call down Perhaps you may when our direction's known Thus Faunus said and thus said Picus too But yet said Picus first these cords undo By speciall art Jove charmed you shall see Shall hither come let Styx my witnesse be Unbound they teach them what to do which way To draw down Jove and what strange charms to say We licence have to know a pious pen May chaunt such rhythms unfit for other men Jove is drawn down Hence after-ages all In celebration him Elicius call 'T is said the tops of Aventine did move The earth shrunk down press'd with the weight of Jove King Numa quak'd at heart his bloud affright Ran from his veins his hair stood bolt upright Come to himself Great King of heaven cries he Inform's how thunder may appeased be If we frequent thine altars with pure hand If our petition may with piety stand Jove yields but yet doth in short riddles blind The truth and with dark doubts distracts his mind Cut off a Head cries he It shall be done Replies the King I 'll cut an Onyon Of Man saies Jove I 'll take the hair he cries The soul quoth Jove He Of a Fish replies Jove smiles O Man that canst discourse endure With Gods do this this will my thunder cure But when to morrow's Sunne is rais'd full-fac'd A pledge I 'll give thee that thy realm shall last This said he mounted with a mighty thunder Th' acquainted heavens and left the King in wonder Who streight returns with joy and tells his Lords The passages They scarce believe his words But ye'll believe it if th' event proves true Mark what sayes he to morrow will ensue So soon as Sol to morrow leaves the land Jove gives a pledge that this our realm shall stand All doubtfull part The promise seems too farre The day appears Their faiths suspended are The ground was soft with drops of pearl bedew'd To Numa's gate there flocks a multitude Forth comes the King and takes his maple-throne A mighty crowd all whist about him run The Sunne appears but onely on his brim 'Twixt hopes and fears their beating spirits swim His head with white veil cover'd up he stands And lifts to heaven his God-familiar hands This is the houre of that thy promis'd signe Great Jove cries he confirm those words of thine As thus he pray'd the Sunne was fully rais'd Huge cracks of thunder through the heavens were nois'd Thrice in clear aire he roar'd thrice did he fling His bolts Believe me thoâ—gh a wondrous thing Behold the heaven just in the midst doth ope Down to the ground both Prince and People stoop A shield from thence turn'd with a gentle gale Falls down A shout the welkin clear doth scale He takes it up a bullock first knock'd down Whose youthfull neck a yoke had never known 'T is call'd Ancile ' cause it was par'd round About the brims no corners to be found Then knowing that his kingdomes fate did lie In that by counsel of great policie Of shields like-shap'd he bids to make a dozen That so an errour might the couzener couzen Mamurius a man of great desert As well for manners as his manuall art Perform'd this work To whom the bounteous King As I am true 't is thine ask any thing Now he from dancing had the Salii nam'd Their Arms appointed and their Canto's fram'd Mamurius said I ask no meed but fame At their Songs end let them but sing my name From thence those Priests perform King Numa's grant To that old merit and Mamurius chaunt Would any marry Though you both make speed Deferre't small stay sometimes great good doth breed Arms cause a strife strife wedlock should abhorre The time 's more fit when th' are laid up therefore Jove's Flamen's wife till these dayes be exspir'd Must also go undress'd and unattir'd Now when this Months third night from heaven doth fall One of the Fishes is not seen at all Two Twins they be this to the South inclin'd That to the North both nam'd from either wind When Tithon's Bride her tulip-cheeks bedews And from the Orient porch the fifth day shews Whether the Bear-herd or the Car-man slow He dives the waves
and will no sight allow Yet may we still behold the Vintager I 'll briefly sing the reason of this Starre Young Bacchus once lov'd hairy Ampelon Of Ismarus a Nymph and Satyr's sonne To him his Elm-enamour'd Vine he gives To keep which vine its name from him receives He falls down dead by climbing ventrously For ripened grapes Whom Bacchus fix'd in sky When next day 's Phoebus steep Olympus scales And up the hill his winged race-horse hales You that adore chast Vesta's shrine now joy And incense heap upon the fires of Troy Now Caesars endlesse styles which he counts little Of gift receiv'd their Pontificiall title Eternall Caesars Deitie doth cure Eternall Fires his Kingdome 's pledge most sure Ye Trojane Gods your Porters worthy prey Which grave Aeneas kept from hostile lay A Priest from that Aeneas sprung doth tend Your hearth O Vesta his dear life defend Live long ye Fires fed by his hand divine Your flame his fame shall unextinguish'd shine One note 's in Marches Nones 'Twixt those two groves Now hallow'd was the Temple call'd Vejoves When Romulus his rock girt grove had ended Said he Who hither flies shall be defended How grew the Romanes from what small foundation How clear of envy was that ancient nation But if this mystick name thou dost not know Learn who this God is and why called so This Jove is young behold his youthfull parts Behold his hand devoid of thunder-darts When those bold Giants would the heavens have pierc'd Then Jove took arms who was unarm'd at first Then Pelion Ossa and Olympus toild With his vast load in new fire-volleys boild The Goat stands by which did allow her teat The Cretane Maids the Infant fed with meat But for the Name Vegrandia farmers call Their ill-thriv'n corn and Vesca kernells small If this the word imports as well may I The name Vejove to little Jove apply Now when the starres embosse the gaudy sphere Look up and see the Gorgon Courser there From pregnant neck of wild Medusa slain 'T is said he leap'd out with a bloudy mane Heaven was his footing and his feet his wings Whiles 'twixt the skie and ruffled clouds he springs Then first a bridle curb'd his nostrils fell When his light foot digg'd up th' Aonian well Now heaven he holds which oft his wings had mounted In whose possession fifteen starres are counted Next night thou Ariadne's Crown mayst see Install'd Divine by Theseus perjurie Now she that gave her thanklesse Love the thred Had chang'd for Bacchus that perjurious bed Joy'd in her match Fool that I was to mourn 'T is my advantage that he prov'd forsworn The long-lock'd Indians Liber i' th' mean time Subdu'd and came enrich'd from th' Eastern clime Among the captive Maids which did excell In beauty he the Princesse lov'd too well His Wife bewails and wandring on the shore With scatter'd hairs her case doth thus deplore Once more ye waves heare my old mournfull cares Once more ye sands swim in a floud of tears I Theseus once accus'd for perjurie He 's gone and Bacchus proves as false as he Once more I cry No Woman trust a Man In change of names my act is new begun Oh that my fate had its first course held on Now had my essence with my woes been done Why didst thou Liber me from dying save My sorrows then but one release did crave Light Bacchus lighter then thy brow bound leafs O Bacchus known but to my tears and griefs Why hast thou brought before my nose a whore To vex a bed so well compos'd before Ah! where 's thy faith those solemn vows indented Ah me how oft have I these Dirges vented Thou blamedst Theseus and him false didst style In thine own judgement thou art farre more vile In secret griefs I burn and dare not tell Lest it be thought I am thus oft serv'd well O let not Theseus know 't of all lest he Triumph the more in thy societie Perhaps her white complexion you preferre Before my tann'd that colour be to her But what 's all this She 's lik'd the better in Her black defects take heed she stains thy skin O keep thy vow nor strangers beds approve Before thy wife's A man I e're did love The white Bull 's horns my mother caught thine me But this thy base love wounds me heavily Make not my love my bane thine did not prove So when to me thy self confess'd thy love Thou burn'st me 't is not strange Thou wert conceiv'd In fire from fire by Fathers band repriv'd To me O Bacchus thou betrothedst Heaven Ah me for heaven what dowries here are given She ended Bacchus all the while did mind her Lamenting as by chance he came behind her He clips her wast and tears with kisses dries Let 's both quoth he together mount the skies Our beds are one our names shall be the same And Libera shall be thy changed name Thy Crown with thee a monument shall be What Vulcane gave to Venus she to thee This said her pearls to stars in number nine He chang'd with which she now in gold doth shine When that swift Coach which purple Day doth guide Six Suns hath hurry'd through the Welkin wide More Horse-races in Mars his flow'ry green Which wriggling Tyber laves are to be seen But if the river overflows the place Then smouldry Caelius entertains the Race Perennal Anna's geniall feast in th' Ides Is kept hard by where forrein Tyber slides All sorts together flock and on the ground Displaid each marrow by his make drinks round Some sit in open aire some build their tents And some themselves in branchy arbours fense For solid beams some stick in canes and over Their heads spread cloaks and blankets for a cover Yet Sunne and Wine inflames They drink by tale And for each bowl pray for a whole-yeare-hail Some tipplers there will drink to Nestors time And with their cups to Sibyll's yeares will climb There what is learn'd upon the stage each chaunts And hands full nimbly to their numbers dance Bowls set aside each with his trick'd-up Lasse Whose hairs are loos'ned trips it on the grasse As home they come they stagger view'd of all The town for sport which them doth happy call Yerwhile I met this pomp 't is worth the reading An old wife drunk her drunken husband leading But what she is because reports thus flit In telling I no fable will omit Sad Dido in Aeneas love yerwhile Was burn'd and burn'd upon her fate-built pile Her ashes urn'd and on her marble chest That verse engrav'n made by her dying breast HERE LIES QUEEN DIDO BY HER OVVN HAND KILL'D DEATH'S CAUSE AND WEAPON DID AENEAS YIELD Numidians streight sans let the realm invade Iarbas Lord of captive walls is made Who thinking of her old contempt Now see Her bed is mine though not her self quoth he The Tyrians flie each as his fortunes led As bees do wander when their king is dead Three crops to th' barn the
at their backs And where Caristo's shore the waves refracts Then sails Icarium where the molten fall Of Icarus the waters so did call Creet on the left o' th' right hand Pelop's main She leaves then lanches to Cithaeron's plain Hence to Trinacria where in boyling steel Steropians Brontians and Acmonians deal Then plows the Libyan sea and o' th' left hand Sardinia views hence reach'd th' Ausonian land There sounds that mouth where Tyber to the main Payes rent and ranges in a broader plain The Peers and Commons with the Senates ranks Came forth to meet her at the Tuscane banks The matrones with their husbands and their sonnes Went forth and all the holy Vestall Nuns The strained ropes mens toilsome hands do wring Yet to the port the Barge they scarce can bring The time was dry much heat had parch'd the land The laden Barge sinks into mirie sand Each Labourer more then his share doth toil And with loud whoots helps his stout hands each-while That like an island in the sea to th' ground Sticks fast The wonder strikes them all astound Nun Claudia sprung of Clausus progeny Whose beauty equall'd her nobility A maid but not so counted being abus'd By base report and wrongfully accus'd Her habits brave and musick so delicious And spruce attires did make her more suspicious Her conscience clear derides the lies of fame Yet we are prone to credit words of blame She steps before the Nuns religious train And in her hands takes up some water clean Thrice dews her head thrice lifts her hand to th' skie All think her frantick that her gestures eye Then on her humble knee with loosned hair She eyes the Goddesse and thus makes her prayer Alm Mother of the Powers celestiall Accept thy suppliants pray'rs conditionall My shame is tax'd I yield if thou accuse If thou condemn me death I 'll not refuse But if I 'm clear then give a reall signe Chast Mother follow these chast hands of mine This said she drew the rope with strength but small I speak a truth though strange yet generall The Goddesse follows and therewith commends Her Leader Joy to heaven a huge shout sends Now came they to the bending which old dayes Call'd Tyber's Court hence turns he left-hand-wayes Night came The rope t' an oaken stump they tye And being repasted down to sleep they lye Light came The rope from th' oaken stump th' unty'd But incense first on altars built apply'd And crown'd the ship Then kill a heifer clear Which never bull nor servile yoke did bear There is a place where Almo doth resigne His stream and name to nobler Tyberine There doth the Priest in purple robe most grave In Almo's stream her and her Sacreds lave Her followers hollow Furious pipes resound And velome thumpt t' her Eunuch's hands redound Joy'd Claudia honour'd walks before at last By heavenly witnesse scarce concluded chast She in her wain into Capena gate Is brought her oxen strew'd with flow'rs in state Nasica takes her not her Temples authour Metellus was but now Augustus rather Here Erato stay'd till I question'd more Shew why small toll said I augments her store With coin collected answered she her sane Metellus rais'd thence is that custome ta'n But why said I do men now frequent Guests By course solemnize her appointed feasts Because that she so happy a change did make Of places they this varying omen take Why then are her games Megalesia By Rome kept first To this my Muse did say She bred the Gods They give their Mother place And so the first Games celebrate her grace Why then do they her Eunuchs Galli call When Phrygia is so distant from the Gaul A frantick stream call'd Gallus runs between Celenae high and Cybel's verges green It causes madnesse Fly it all in sadnesse That love your wits The water worketh madnesse Vpon her table 't is said I in season To set herb-puddings Is there any reason Old times said she of milk and herbs did feed Such as the earth without controll did breed Curds mixt with boil'd herbs serve her boord that so An ancient Pow'r those ancient meats might know When starres are banish'd and Pallantias shines In th' East and Luna her white teem disjoyns Upon Quirinus we may truly say Was Publick Fortune consecrate this day The third to this brings Stage-games which as I Beheld thus spake a grave Gentile plac'd by This day did Caesar on the Libyan ground Perjurious Juba's stubborn arms confound I serv'd a Tribune under Caesars banner Lord of my actions which I count my honour My warfare me this place thy Gown gave thee Both rais'd to th' office of Decemviri From this discourse w' are call'd off by a showre The pendent Tankerd airie drops did poure But e're the evening doth the sights conclude Sword-arm'd Orion in the waves is stew'd When next Tithonia views victorious Rome And posting starres give place to Titans Groom Large pomps with ranks of Gods the Circus grace And aire-foot Coursers for the first prize race Then Ceres games The Cause need not b' express'd Her favours of themselves are manifest Green Herbs at first were hungry fathers food To them afforded from the earth unwoo'd Sometimes young stalks they gather'd here and there And tender sprouts did make them goodly chear They thought them wel when they had found out Mast The Oak did yield them many a rich repast First Ceres men with nobler meats did store And into better food turn'd akorns poore She oxens brawny necks to th' plow subdu'd Then first the lanched ground Sol's lustre view'd Then Brasse was priz'd Steel great content did yield Ah would that stuff had ever bin conceal'd She joyes in peace No pray'rs ye Farmers cease For peace perpetuall and our Prince of peace Meal mix'd with salt to her may you present And make th' old altars fumes of incense vent Or else for incense light your tapers greas'd With little gifts if pure is Ceres pleas'd Priests spare the Oxens harmlesse lives They plow Present the lazy soil-bemoiling Sow 'T is pitty an industrious life be slain Let it subsist and in her fields take pain This place invites the Virgins rape to shew Heare many things comprized in a few A land with three rocks crouds into the sea From its Triangle call'd Trinacria Belov'd of Ceres plentifully town'd There stands fair Enna on a fertil ground Cold Arethuse the Dames of heaven invites The corn-crown'd Goddesse comes to those delights Her Daughter tended with her usuall train Walk'd barefoot up and down her flow'ry plain Hard by a grovy vale a flat doth lie Well water'd with a sources fall from high The gaudy mead her pride much vary'd clad With all the colours Lady Nature had Which soon as spi'd Come Playfellows cries she And fill your aprons full of flow'rs with me Young Maidens minds delight in trifling spoil And fond desire calls off the sense of toil This fills her basket of fine osiers made This stores
rear And that same night the Dolphine doth appear Whose starres the Volsci and the Equi saw Yerwhile expell'd the plains of Algida For which brave Conquerour thou though first deny'd In suburb-Triumph on white steeds didst ride A dozen dayes our month hath still in store Yet to the dozen thou must adde one more Sol leaves the Twins and takes up Cancer's Signe And Pallas is ador'd on Aventine Now Tithone 's Bride the Eastern Court doth view Dull Night 's dispersed and the meadow-dew A Chapell to Summanus they did rear Who-e're he be when Rome did Pyrrhus fear Now when the Ocean swallows up this Light And Earth is shrouded in the wings of Night The grand Physician stellifi'd awakes And in his hand brings forth his twisted Snakes Vile Phaedra 's lust and Theseus wrong all know He rashly unto death his sonne did vow The frighted horses run and scorning aw Their dolefull Lord o're rocks and mountains draw Down falls Hippolytus thrown from his wain Torn all in pieces with his snarled rain Displeas'd Diana much his death lamented Said Aesculapius Be not discontented I 'll make him sound and hail in every part I 'll force the Fates to yield to my grand art He draws his med'cines from his ivory-case Whose pow'r on Glaucus yerst experienc'd was When he observed with what virtuous weed The cunning Snake reviv'd his fellow dead This he applies and wholesome charms he sayes Hippolytus his groveling head doth raise Diana hides him in the midst of all Grove Aricine and him doth Virbius call The balefull Sisters much repin'd and grudged To have their hands held and their pow'r abbridged Jove fearing hurt by this presumptuous Art Slew Aesculapius with a thunder-dart Phoebus be pleas'd Thy Sonne a God is made Jove for thy sake hath done what he forbade I wish not Caesar though thy conquests call If Signes forbid to stirre a flag at all Let but Flaminius speak and Thrasymene By what strange notes the Gods intents were seen Whos'e'r the day of that rash losse enquires It is eight dayes before the month expires Next day is happier in proud Syphax fall By Masinissa and slain Hasdrubal Time flies away incroching Age creeps on The houres and dayes in restlesse paces run How soon do Happy Fortune's Feasts return Now but sev'n dayes the end of June adjourn To Tyber's banks ye Lords your offrings bring To this kind Saint there honour'd by a King Some go on foot in nimble cock-boats some And take a pride to come well-tippled home In crowned barge let joviall youngsters laugh And feast and freely in their full bowls quaff The Common people and Maid-servants they Serve this inconstant Queen because they say The founder Tullus who was made a King From servile Maid of vulgar stock did spring Lo now in â—roups scarce sober home they walk When some starre-peeper with the Starres doth talk Your belt Sr Orion now you will not shew it Nor yet to morrow but e'r long we 'll view it But were his brains not pickled he would say The Summer Solstice is upon that day Next day a Chapell houshold-Gods receive Near where the Garland-weavers now do live The same day is Jove-Stator's feast divine Whose house Quirinus rais'd near Palatine The Parcae's number and our dayes are ev'n A Temple to Quirinus now was giv'n To morrow Julius native Calends come Ye Muses to our work now adde the summe Relate whose act you to his Temple brought Whose hands invicted Juno 's spite outwrought Clio replies Brave Philip's work you see From whence chast Martia draws her pedegree Sweet Martia sprung from Ancus so divine In whom Nobility and Beauty joyn Her Nature Feature Mind and Bloud so high Make up an admirable harmonie Nor blame us here that we her beauty praise For this the fame of Goddesses we raise Yerst Caesar's Aunt he in his Hymens led O Grace most worthy of that sacred bed The learned Nine applaud what Clio sang Alcides nodded and the Harp cry'd twang FINIS Caeterorum desiderium mundum fatigat March 19. Lib. 4. Eleg. 9. Lib. 2. Eleg. 1. The cause of his banishment Eleg. 3. lib. 1. * Here is a mistake where that which belongeth to the daughter is applyed to the mother * His grand-children for he had no sonne * Quae ostentare videtur quantum vir ille praestare potuerit si ingenio suo temperare quam indulgere maluisset Quint. * Under M. Varro as is forementioned * Et tamen exstinctum Bessi flevere Coralli c. Ang. Polit. in his Elegie * Carmina de coelo possunt deducere lunam Virg. Vid. Fast 2. of Arion And the power of Orpheus his Harp is a known story * This Orpheus did when he went down into the Stygian vaults to fetch back his wife