first they came Trust not your Passion with the Man you love He 'll be the first your Int'rest to remove Yet Brave Patroclus was to Friendship just And some few more perhaps have kept their Trust But whoe'r hopes the like to find May hope as well to sail against the Wind. Baseness alone we act with Appetite And no man looks beyond his own Delight W' are so ill-natur'd in the base Offence Another's Pain commends it to our Sense In Love an Open Enemy neglect Fear only those whom you could least suspect A Kinsman Brother or a Confident May make your Easie Faith too late repent And now to close up all I shall produce One Constant Rule of Universal Use A Thousand diff'rent Humours you shall meet A Thousand Arts those diff'rent Humours hit One spot of Ground shall luscious Grapes supply The next to Olives only shall agree The Skilful Lover must with Care allot The Vine or Olive to their proper spot Like Proteus must a Thousand Faces wear A Tree an Horse a Lyon or a Bear Be pleasant airy stately or severe Nor the same Snares for diff'rent Ages set The Experienc'd Hunted Hind will spy the Net If to the Bashful Wild Great to the Mean Courtly and Gay to the Ill-bred you seem Each soon of such Accomplishments despairs And lest she should be quickly nauceous fears Hence 't is the Flutt'ring Spark goes often home Out-rivall'd by the duller Brawny Groom THE END Hero and Leander OF MUSAEUS From the GREEK SIng gentle Muse the Torch well-known to Fame The silent Witness of a Nobler Flame And Him who thro th' divided Waves did haste Tides of stoln Joys and Midnight Bliss to taste Methinks I hear Leander on his way The Am'rous Waves about his Body play The Faithful Torch almost consum'd I hear That flaring tells glad Hero he is near The Torch a proper Emblem of their Love Whose well-known Service merits a remove To shine for ever ' mongst the Stars above And conscious of these Lover's Vows dispence On us below a gentler Influence Long was it Confident to their Amours And told th'approach of their kind melting hours Till the rough Winds a fatal War did move Unequal Foes for the soft sighs of Love At once destroying in an envious strife The Torch the Flame of Love Leander's Life Two Neighbours Sestus and Abydus stand Viewing each other from the opp'site Strand But Love whose Will the Seas in vain oppose Whose Boundless Power no Contradiction knows At once reach'd both with one unerring Dart. Here struck a Careless Youth and touch'd his Heart There made a Nymph unwillingly complain What they too rarely do of equal Pain Abydus's Glory young Leander came And Hero Flower of Sestus met his Flame If Chance or Bus'ness call ye out that way You still the Ruins of the Tower may see Where anxious Hero with the Taper stood To guide her Lover thro th'opposing Flood May stand concern'd your self upon the Shore And hear the Melancholy Waters roar That seem Leander's Death still to deplore The Lovely Hero sprung of Noble Blood Priestess all Day in Venus Temple stood All Night from Friends upon the Neighb'ring Sea In a lone Tower that other Venus lay She ne'r with other Ladies us'd t' engage Censure the Wits and Beauties of the Age. Nor in wild Masques or Wanton Balls delight With Chosen Youths to spend the am'rous Night But with rich Gums and costly Spices strove To keep propitious the Dread Queen of Love Would sometimes Hyacinths and Roses bring And sometimes Odes on her Adonis sing And willing too to make Blind Love her own The hov'ring Cupids she would often Crown In vain she strove to bribe him to be kind He 's Deaf to Promises t'Oblations Blind It was the Time they Yearly Honours pay When Venus and Adonis name the Day A Time by Sestians honour'd above all An Ancient and much Reverenc'd Festival The Neighb'ring Youth heard an uncertain Fame And flocking all from Thrace and Cyprus came The softer Sex Cythera empty left Abydus was of all her Men bereft They to the Altar Costly Presents pay But their Devotion lies another way Beauty the Toy fond Lovers deifie Beauty draws in the Crowding Votary A Power in Charming Smiles and Killing Eyes Requires the Bleeding Heart for Sacrifice But now Fair Hero thro the Fane made way Dress'd to perform the Duties of the Day An Air Majestique reign'd thro out her Face Sweetn'd by many a Complying Grace The Ancient Lovers but Three Graces found And by that Test was Perfect Beauty crown'd But Hero's Beauty more Divine than that With ev'ry Look new Graces did Create And wantonly about each careless Eye An hundred hov'ring Graces seem'd to play Oh Priestess worthy of the Queen of Love Worthy next her to Rule the Gods above She who all Beauties do's excel like you At once may Priestess seem and Goddess too The Youths around burn with unhallow'd Fires Love Blazes out and dwindling Zeal Expires In vain the Wretches turn their Eyes away The Killing Species on their Fancy prey Too late do's their prepost'rous Care begin Who shut the Gates when th'Enemy's got in Where-e'r she went or whatsoe'r was done Her Lovely Motion and sweet Mien drew on The Eyes the Heart the Soul of ev'ry one But One of all the rest to ease his pain Thus gave his Passion vent Oft have I seen the Place they Sparta call Where Beauty's Empire is the Prize of all But ne'r did yet so fair a Creature meet So young so sweet so ev'ry way compleat Long have I gaz'd 'twixt Trouble and Delight While the Bright Object dazzl's my Dull Sight Yet still I gaze and find with weary Eyes The Sight of Her like Heav'n ne'r satisfies Oh I could smile and Thousand Deaths defie Might I enjoying Thee Blest Hero die Would'st Thou but favour my Ambitious Love I 'd envy not the Mighty Bliss of Jove No I would scorn his Pageantry and Show And here enjoy a Real Heaven below But thou who do'st my tender Passion see Great Venus hear thy Humble Votary If from thy Priestess I must find Despair Grant me at least a Nymph resembling Her Thus spoke the Youth and ev'ry Stander by Joyn'd in his Wishes with an Hearty Sigh And now another in his lab'ring Brest Attempts to stifle the Outragious Guest But the Close Room frustrates his fond Desire Augmenting while it hides the Raging Fire At last Leander the Infection took Disguis'd by Love under a Gentle Look He had been told Love was a Killing Pain And vow'd he would not die and not complain He vow'd he could not without Hero live And She should cure the Wounds her Eyes did give Thus for a while he brav'd but Busie Love About his Heart did now too active prove And now the Symptoms on his Face begin To shew the sad Disorders are within There Fear and Shame Amaze and Boldness move The Dire Ingredients of the Poison Love Now Hope and Joy
OVID'S ART of LOVE WITH Hero and Leander OF MUSAEUS From the GREEK Translated by several Hands Probet Haec Octavius Optimus atque Fuscus haec utinam Viscorum laudet uterque Hor. LONDON Printed for J. T. and are to be Sold by the Booksellers of London and Westminster 1692. OVID DE ARTE AMANDI OR The Art of Love THE FIRST BOOK Me Venus Artificem tenero praefecit Amori Typhis Automedon dicat Amoris ego OVID. IF in this Town an unflusht Puny be Unpractis'd in Loves weighty Mystery Let him a while these pow'rful Precepts prove And proceed Master in the Art of Love By Art swift Ships to their lov'd Port arrive By Art our Charriots in the Circus drive And who in Love would his great end attain Must guide the Boy too with an Artful Rein. Automedon by Charriots got a Name And steering Argo purchas'd Typhis Fame Great Venus to my Charge commits her Son Call me his Typhis his Automedon Tho the wild Thing my Counsel oft reject Yet tender years excuse the Boys neglect And promise for the future more respect Thus Reverend Chiron as 't is said of old To Musick did his young Achilles mould The gentle Art his roughness soon refin'd Soft'ning the growing Passions of his Mind He whom all sides so much so often fear'd Stood then in awe of that old Rev'rend Bard. Those Hands by which great Hector after fell Submitted then t'an angry Tutor's will Chiron t' Achilles I Love's Tutoram Both stubborn Boys both born of heav'nly Dame Yet ev'n the stubborn Oxe is brought to plow The generous Horse the Curb to undergo Love to my Menage shall at last submit Shall bear the Yoke or shall indure the Bitt Tho I severely may too often feel His fiercest Flames and most revengeful Steel Yet still the deeper me his Arrows wound The greater Rage shall in my Flames be found The more experienc'd better arm'd I 'll be T' avenge past wounds and future to foresee My self by Heav'n inspir'd I 'll not pretend No flatt'ring Augurys the Work commend No Clio e'r I 'll own't to me appear'd While I in Ascra's Vales sang to my Herd The Use alone does these Essays produce The Universal Beneficial Use May the great Queen of Love alone preside While I her thro-pac'd Poet am obey'd But fly my words ye Chaster Ladies fly Whom Marriage Vows or Virgin Honour ty I dare not tempt fair Innocence astray Or seduc'd Virtue to Disgrace betray Nor would my harmless lewd well-meaning Song Provoke the Great or Jealous Kinsmen wrong I no such dangerous Intrigues would teach But pleasant Stealths yet lawful Pleasure preach Their private Lordships undisturb'd may ly While Heav'n be prais'd the Common Fields supply Sufficient Quarry for my Muse to fly First then Young Lover Voluntier who 'd be In Loves Militia now inroll'd by me First of thy Love a worthy Object find Next to Compliance work her gentle Mind And if long Life thy happy Passion crown That one Point gain'd the mighty Work is done To keep this Method trace these ways I 'll strive And to these ends shall all my Preceps drive Whil'st thou' rt yet free and at thy own command Let a nice Judgment thy first Choice befriend Chuse one so worthy thou may'st justly say You 've got and best deserve my Heart away Expect not she should drop down from above And like a Gawdy Meteor court thy Love No Mistriss e'r was look'd for from the Clouds Your Eye must single'r from the meaner Crouds The Huntsman knows where proper Toils to spread Where tim'rous Deer where dreadful Bores are fed The Skilful Fowler the us'd Haunts of Prey The Patient Angler where the Fish do play And thou who would'st enjoy a lasting Fame Must know the Haunts and Concourse of thy Game I send thee not to tempt the Seas or Wind Prescribe no Pilgrimage this Heav'n to find Let far-fetch'd Indian Beauty Perseus please And dear bought Hellen give her Trojan ease Rome can such Eyes so numberless supply You 'd swear 't were Beauties Grand Monopoly Count all the Grains which fruitful Autumns bear The Fish i' th' Sea the Birds that swim i' th' Air. Count all the Stars those endless Sums of Gold Then may the Beauties of thy Rome be told If blooming Years and untaught Beauty please Those raw untaught Things may be found with ease If in the Prime they more delight your Eye Ten thousand in the Prime of Beauty vye You 'll be confounded with variety Or it some grave some serious Piece you 'd have You 'll find e'en some so serious and so grave Be sure to linger at due time of day In Pompey's Porch a few loose hours away And fail not at that Temple to appear Where o'r Adonis Venus drops a Tear At Isis Temple frequently be seen She many makes what she to Jove has been In Noisy Courts those daring Eyes are found Which in the face of Publick Justice wound Resistless Beauty there the Lawyer aws He 'd put a Caveat in his proper Cause There often words the greatest Pleader fail H' has Business of his own and cann't prevail While Venus smiling from her Temple spies The Patron cringing in a Clients Guise But most of all the Theaters frequent There thou may'st sate thy greedy Fancy's bent May'st find some worthy of a constant Love Some pow'rful only to divert not move As hurrying Ants in busie numbers rome While each removes his little Harvest home Or as the Bees in swarms delight to dwell Where fragrant Flow'rs and stores of Honey cell So to New Plays the finest Women haste The plenty oft to me has spoil'd the Feast No slight Ingagements do them thither call The Play the Sparks and to out-shine 'em all Great Romulus these Plays did first ordain When ravisht Sabine Wives supply'd his Men. No well-built House in those unpolisht Days Or curious Scenes excus'd the rough-drawn Plays Some broken Boughs in rude Disorder plac'd Were the Wild Scenes his Rustick Op'ra grac'd On the green Turff the rough Spectator sate Sheltring his grisled Head with leaves from Heat Each to himself the while designs his Lass And fresh Resolves his alter'd Fancy pass While Tuscane Hind shaking his Head begun On squeaking Reeds the lewd Fantastick Tune A Lydian Maurice to it shakes his Feet In Dance as odd and wretched as the Meet While Clamours and Applauses fill'd the Air No Arts or Factions bought Applauses there The sign is giv'n nor can they longer stay With violent Hands they seiz'd the trembling Prey As tim'rous Doves the hungry Eagles fly Or tender Lambs their rav'nous Enemy No less did these the boist'rous Souldiers dread All Life and Colour from their Faces fled In all was found an Universal Fear Which in each Face a diff'rent Shape did wear Some their Rich Locks and Beauteous Faces tear Revenging on themselves the Wrongs they bear Forc'd by an En'my to resign the Place They waste the Treasures and the
Thus they a while in stoll'n Embraces live ' Midst all the Sweets successful Love can give Th' Inconstant Moon oft chang'd her Face and came Yet always found their faithful Love the same The Flowing Sea embrac'd the naked Shore And left the Mistriss which he kiss'd before But still no Ebb was in their Passion found The growing Sea of Love got daily Ground But the short Date cheapen's all humane Things The Winter hast's with Storms upon its Wings Impetuous Blasts the swelling Surges raise Unheard of Fury rages on the Seas In vain the Lovers wish for Halcyon Days The Saylors fear such Hazards to endure Their Ships ev'n in the Port are scarce secure No noise of Hazards can Leander move No Storms affright the Vent'rous Barque of Love Desire imposes on his cred'lous Eye And shews the Danger less the Tower more nigh The Torch Invites and he must away Spight of the threatning Fury of the Sea Hero should grant a gentle Respite now And Grievous Absence for a while forgoe Not still the fatal tempting Torch prepare When not one Star i' th' Heavens durst appear The Ladys Heart to pity was inclin'd But Love and Fate had harsher things design'd The Cloudy Night did double Darkness shew Mourning the black Decrees it seem'd to know But oft from bursting Clouds broke forth a Light Height'ning the horrour of the dismal Night Loud Peals of Thunder roul along the Skie The Seas roar louder and those threats defie And now the Winds begin the fatal War The cruel Winds their fiercest Blasts prepare While poor Leander strove but strove in vain Through all their Rage the Sestian shoar to gain Here swelling Waters in vast Mountains rise There dreadful Vallies gape before his Eyes In vain the Youth his fruitless Pray'rs directs And from his Sea-born Goddess help expects In vain with Crys and Vows on Neptune calls Promising Trophies to his Temple Walls Yet stubborn Boreas he did almost move So well he pleaded for his Faithful Love The blust'ring Wind more gentle oft became Pleas'd with the sound of Orithya's Name But no Complaints can the deaf Seas asswage Complaints and Sighs seem to encrease their Rage The wonted strength fails his forsaken Feet No more his weary'd Hands the Waters beat No more thro meeting Waves he breaks away They bear in Triumph now the wretched Prey And now the Winds but who thy Fate can tell And not one sigh for thee poor Youth let fall The cruel Winds their utmost Malice shew Compleating with one cursed Blast thy Wo A cursed Blast put out th' unlucky Light And with the Light Leanders Life took flight Hero mean-while wakeful and listning lay Dreading the cause of his unusual stay Her fear too soon the fatal cause presents But willing Hope a fond pretence invents That he would never venture thro that Night Should new Delights and unknown Joys invite But then a Noise below she seem'd to hear And rose and cry'd Then are you come my Dear But soon of Speech and Senses was bereft Such ill Effects the Disappointment left And now Sick Fancy shews Him to her Eyes What will not Fancy help'd by Night devise Beside her Bed the dropping Lover stood Breathless and panting from the toilsom Flood In vain she tempts him with a thousand Charms The pleasing Image fly's her Empty Arms. By such Delusions wreck'd she pass'd the Night Till Day return'd wth Conscious Mournful Light She rose all sad and clouded as the Day And view's with Causcious Fear the dreadful Sea But Fancy willing to deceive her Fear Now shew's him wandring there now ev'ry where Fancy no longer can abuse her eyes It shew's False Things but cannot true disguise She finds at last the bruis'd torn Body lay'd Beneath the Tower by some kind Wave convey'd She saw the Killing Sight and rent her Gown And with a sudden shriek leap'd headlong down ' Thus liv'd the Faithful Pair thus faithful Dy'd Nor could harsh Death the Loving Flame divide No Love so true e'r found so hard a Fate None e'r so ill deserv'd so short a Date THE END