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Ovid's heroical epistles Englished by W.S.; Heroides. English
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Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D.; Saltonstall, Wye, fl. 1630-1640.
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or Vlysses There is a sweeter eloquence in kisses If I incircle thee within mine arms My close embraces are like powerful charms My naked breasts being in thy view laid open Will soon perswade thee though no word be spoken If thou wert like the sea void of compassion My silent tears would move commiseration As thou desirest thy fathers length of dayes Or to see Pyrrbus crown'd with wreaths of Bayes Achillâ—s take thy Briseis once again Have pity on that grief which I sustain If thy love be turn'd to hate yet do not flout me Kill me out-right who cannot live without thee Nay thou dost kill me for my strength doth fade My beauty and fresh colour is decay'd Yet I do hope thou wilt thy Briseis take And this hope makes me live even for thy sake But if my hopes of thee do sail then I To meet my brother and husband will dye Yet when others shall perchance read my sad story To kill a woman will yeild thee no glory Yet let no other kill me thy weapon can Kill me assoon as any other man Let thy sword give me such a wound that I May bleed with pleasure and so bleeding die Let thy sword send me to Elysian rest Which might have wounded Hectors valiant brest But let me live if thou art pleased so Thy love doth ask what thou grant'st to thy foe And rather kill thy Trojan foes than I Express thy valour on thy enemy And whether thou intend'st to go or stay Command me as my Lord to come away The Argument of the fourth Epistle THeseus the son of Aegens having slain the Minotaure brought away by ship Ariadna daughter to Minos and Pasiphae to whom for helping him in killing the Minotaure he had promised marriage and her sister Phâ—dra But admonished by Bacchus he leaves Ariadna in the Isle Naxâ—s or Chios and marries Phaedra who in Theseus absence falls in love with her son in Law Hippolytus Theseus son by Hippolito an Amâ—zon He being a Bachelour and much addicted to hunting she having no opportunity to speak to him discovers he love by this Epistle wherein cunningly wooing and perswading him to love her and lest it might seem dishonesty in a mother to solicit her son in law she begins with an Insinuation PHAEDRA to HIPPOLYTUS PHâ—edra unto Hippolytus sends health Which unless thou giv'st me I must want my self Yet read it for a Letter cannot fright thee There may be something in it may delight thee For these dumb Messengers sent out of hand Do carry secrets both by sea and land The foe will read a letter though it be Sent to him from his utter enemy Thrice I began my mind to thee to break Thrice I grew dumb so that I could not speak There is a kind of modesty in love Which hindereth those that honest suits do move And love hath given command that every lover Should write that which he blusheth to discover Then to contemn loves power it is not safe Who over all the gods dominion hath 'T is dangerous to resist the power of love Who ruleth over all the gods above Love bid me write I followed his direction Who told me that my lines should win affection O! since I love thee may my love again Raise in thy brest another mutual flame That love â—hich hath been a long time delay'd At last grows violent and must be obey'd I feel a fire a fire within my heart And the blind wound of love doth rage and smart As tender Heyfers cannot brook the yoak Nor the wild Colt that is not backt nor broak Endure the bridle so loves yoak I find Is heavy to an unexperienc'd mind When 't is their art and they can easily do it That from their youth have been train'd up unto it She that hath let her time run out at wast Her love is violence when she loves at last The forbidden fruits of love I keep for thee In tasting them let us both guilty be It is some happiness to pluck and cull Fruit from a tree Whose boughs with fruit are full Or from the bush to gather the first Rose I am the tree and bush where loves fruit grows Yet hitherto my fame was never blotted But for white chastity I have been noted And I am glad that I my love have plac'd On one by whom I cannot be disgrac'd Adultery in her is a base fact That with some base fellow doth commit the act But should Iuno grant me her Iupiter In love I would Hippolytus prefer And since I lov'd thee I do now embrace Those sports which thou â—ost love to hunt and chase Wilde savage beasts for I would gladly be A Huntress to enjoy thy company And now like thee no Goddess I do know But chast Diana with her bended bow I love the woods and take delight to set The toyles and chase the Deer into the net And I do take delight to hoop and hollow And cheer the dogs while they the chase do follow To cast a dart I now am cunning grown Sometimes upon the grass I lye along Sometimes for pleasure I a Chariot drive Reyning the horse that with the bridle strive Sometime like those mad Bacchie I do run Who pipe when they to the Idian hill do come Or like those that have seen the horned fawns And Dryads lightly tripping o're the lawns In such a frantick fit they say I am When love tormâ—nts me with his raging flame And this same love of mine perhaps may be By fate entail'd upon one family For it is given to us in love to fall And Venus takes a tribute of us all For first great Iupiter did rarely gull Europa with the false shape of a Bull. My mother Pasiphae in a Cow of wood The leaping of a lustful Bull withstood My sister likewise to false Theseus gave A Clew of silk and so his life did save Who through the winding labyrinth was led By the direction of this slender thred And now like Mino's stock even I Love as the rest did in extremity It fortunes that our love thus cross should be Thy father lov'd my sister I love thee Thus Theseus and Hippolytus his son Do glory that their love hath overcome Two sisters but I would we had remain'd At home when we came to thy fathers land For then especially thy presence mov'd me And from that time I ever since have lov'd thee My eye convey'd unto my heart delight To like of thee for thou wert cloth'd in white A flowry garland did thy soft hair crown And thy complexion was a lovely brown Which some for a stern visage had misâ—ook But Phaedra thought thou hadst a manly look For young-men should not be like women drest A careless dressing doth become them best Thy steâ—nness and loose flowing of thy hair And dusty countenance most graceful were While thy curveting Steed did bound and fling I admir'd to see thee ride him in the ring If with thy strong arm thou didst toss the pike
VVhat have I done Alas I rashly lov'd thee And yet this fault to pity might have mov'd thee I entertain'd thee this was all my fault Yet this offence might have been kindness thought VVhere is thy faith thy hand which thou didst give me And oaths thou sworest to make me believe thee Swearing by Hymen that thou wouldst not tarry But come again and thy poor Phyllis marry And by the rugged Sea hast often swore VVhich thou both hast and wilt sail often o're And by Neptune thy great Uncle who with ease Can calm the raging of the angry seas By Iuno who in marriages delights And by torch-bearing Ceres mystick rites Should all these Gods revenge thy perjuries VVhich are high treasons to their Majesties And should all punish thee with one consent Thou couldst not sure indure their punishment To rig and mend thy Ships I care did take And in requital thou didst me forsake I gave thee opportunity to run Away 't is I that have my self undone I did believe thy fair and gentle words Of which the falsest heart most store affords And because thou didst come of a good descent I did believe thou hadst a good intent I did believe thy tears and hadst thou taught Thy tears to be as false as was thy thought O yes thy tears would slow with cunning Art VVhen thou didst bid them to disguise thy heart Thy vows and promises I did believe And any of those shows might me deceive Nor am I griev'd because I entertain'd thee Such kindness shew'd to thee could not have sham'd me But I repent because to add more height Unto thy entertainment I one night Did suffer thee to come into my Bed Where thou didst rob me of my Maiden-head Would I had dy'd before that fatal night Wherein I yeilded thee so much delight For if I had not thus my self betray'd Then Phyllis might have liv'd and dy'd a Maid But I did hope that thou more constant wert That hope is just which springeth from desert For I did know I had deserv'd thy love Which made me hope that thou would'st faithful prove It is no glory to deceive a Maid Since she deserveth pity that 's betray'd By her kind heart and hath too soon believ'd For thus poor Phyllis was by thee deceiv'd And instead of other praises may they say That this was he that did a Maid betray When thy statue shall be in the City plac'd With thy fathers which is with high titles grac'd VVhen they shall read how valiant Theseus slew Those cruel thieves and also did subdue The Minotaure and did the Thebâ—nâ—â— tame And Centaures that by him were also slain And lastly when th' Inscription shall relate How he went to Hell and knockt at Plâ—to's gate This title shall ye on thy statue read This man deceiv'd his love and from her sled In this thy Father thou dost imitate That he fair Ariadne did forsake VVhat he alone excused as a sin That act thou only do'st admire in him Shewing thy self in this to be his son That thou like him hast a young maid undon But she is happily to Baâ—chus married And in his Charriot drawn with Tigers carried The Thracians do my marriage bed contemn Because I lov'd a stranger more then them And some perhaps will say in my disgrace Let her go to Athens that most learned place Since she so kind hath to a stranger been The warlike Thracians will have a new Queen The end doth prove the action but yet may â—e want success that thinketh so I say That measures actions not from the intent But counts them good that have a good event For if Demophoon would again return Then they would honour me whom now they scorn Unfortunate actions do our credit stain I am faulty because thou do'st not come again Methinks I see how when thou leftst our Court Thy ship being ready to forsake our Port Thy loving arms about my neck were spred Making my lips with tedious kisses red I wept and when thou saw'st those tears of mine Thou also wept'st and mingled'st them with thine And then thou seem'dst with a treacherous mind Sorry because thou hadst so fair a wind And at the last when thou must needs depart Then said'st farewell fair Phyllis my Sweet-heart For when one moneth is come unto an end Look for Demophoon thy faithful friend â—hy should I look for thy return in vain Who hadst no purpose to return again Yet I le look for thy coming back how ever For it is better to come late than never But I do fear thou hast a new Sweet-heart One that doth alienate from me thy heart That thou forgotten Phyllâ—s do'st not know Wo's me if Phyllis be forgotten so Who did Demophoon kindly entertain When forc'd by storms he to our Harbour came Whose necessities with treasure I supply'd And gave him many royal gifts beside My Kingdom unto thee I did submit Thinking a woman could not govern it Even all those goodly Lands I offered thee 'Twixt Haemeus and the shady Rhodope Besides thou didst my Virgin Zone untie And violate my chaste Virginity And at our marriage the fatal Owle Did sing while mad Tisiphone did howle Alecto with her snaky hair was there The Candles did like funeral-lights appear Ost sadly to some rock I go whose height May make me to see far at sea out-right If it be day or if the Stars do shine I look still how the wind stands at that time If a far off a ship I chance to see I straight do hope that it thy ship may be And then in hast upon the sands I run So far that I unto the Sea-waves come But when I have at length my error found Amongst my maids I fall down in a swound There is a hollow Bay bent like a bow Whose rocky sides into the sea far go To cast my self from hence is my intent Since to deceive me thou art falsly bent For when thou seest my body like a wrack Cast on thy shore I know thou wilt look back On the sad sight and though thy heart could be More hard than Adamant thou wilt pity me Sometimes I could drink poyson or afford To stab my tender brest with a sharp sword Or put a halter 'bout my neck which oft Thou hast embraced with thy arms more soft For I le revenge my loss of Chastity Though I am doubtful yet what death to die And to declare my death from thee did come These lines shall be engrav'd upon my tomb Phyllis that did Demophoon entertain Was by his unkindness and her own hand slain The Argument of the third Epistle THe Grecians being arrived at Phâ—ygia began to take the Cities near Troy especially those opposite to the I le Lesbos â—chilles the Son of Peleus and Thetis invaded both the Cilicians with Thebans and Lyrnessa besieged and took the Town Chyrnessâ—â—s and brought away two fair Virgins Astinoe the Daughter of Chryses called afterward by their Fathers names Chryses he