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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A26956	The Young lovers guide, or, The unsuccessful amours of Philabius, a country lover ... writ by him to his beautious-unkind mistress ... ; with The answer of Helena to Paris, by a country shepherdess ; as also, The sixth Æneid and fourth eclogue of Virgil, both newly translated by J.B., Gent.	Philabius.; Country shepherdess. Answer of Helena to Paris.; Virgil. Bucolica. 4. English.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 6. English.; J. B., Gent.	1699 (1699)	Wing B131; ESTC R19435	36,870	128

arbitrement And grant this true sure th' other part is feign'd That I should be your Gift if Venus gain'd I can't presume my Beauty such that she Should say 't the great'st Gift in her Treasury I 'm well content so Men my Shape approve A treach'rous Praiser is the Queen of Love Yet I 'll not gainsay 't tho' I it admire For why should I gainsay what I desire Nor be you angry that my Faith is slow Great things require no hasty Faith you know First then t' have liked Venus it's a Pleasure Next that you take me as your greatest Treasure And slighting th' Honours Juno did propose And Pallas you from Venus Helen chose Then I 'm to you both Virtue and a Throne An iron-Iron-heart such Love were bound to own Nor am I Iron credit me but may I love him whom I cannot hope t' enjoy To what end should I plough the barren Sands And follow hopes the very place withstands Untrain'd to Venus-Thefts my Husband 's Trust I ne'er as yet abus'd as Heav'ns just And now my Pen does correspond with you This thing to me is altogether new They 're happy who 're inur'd my inn'cent Mind Does think the way to Vice is hard to find I 'm full of Fears and in Confusion I Suspect that all on me do cast their Eye Nor is it causeless Aethra says of late The World talks of me at an evil rate Be therefore close unless you 'll quite give o'er Tho' why desist your Actions you may cover Act but be wary tho' we 're somewhat free By Menelaus absence Spies can see He 's gone 't is true a Voyage far away For just and weighty Reasons could not stay At least to me it seem'd for when he slack And doubting stood I said pray make haste back With th' Omen pleas'd he kist me'nd did commend To me the care of 's House and 's Trojan Friend I scarce held Laughter striving at it all I could return in Answer was I shall So he to Creete with happy Wind is gone But do not think for this the World 's your own Tho' he be absent yet his Guard is strong On me you know Kings Hands are very long Beside my Fame and Shape you so much prais'd In him the more his Jealousy has rais'd In this Conjuncture better 't were I 'd none And that you 'd let my Beauty's Praise alone Nor wonder I 'm left by my self he knows What Confidence he in me may repose My Face he fear'd my Virtue trusted there My Faith 's secur'd where Beauty made him fear You with me not to let th' occasion die But that we use the Man's simplicity I would and fear nor can I yet command My wav'ring Will my Heart is at a stand My Husband 's absent you 've no Wife in lieu Your Shape embraces me and mine does you The Nights are long and we converse alone Your Charms alas are great our House is one And let me die all things to sin conspire There 's nought but Fear can check our fond Desire What weakly you persuade would you could force To stir my Dulness 't is the likeliest course Sometimes th' abuse good for the Bearer's held And surely I were happy if compell'd But rather let 's surpass our young Desires A little Water quells new-kindl'd Fires A Stranger 's Love 's unfixt with him it flies Or when we think it most secure it dies Hypsiphile and Ariadne stand Sad Proofs against wedding Men of Foreign Land And you unfaithful Man are also said These many Years t' have left Oenone's Bed You can't deny 't I boldly say 't and know More of your Actions than you think I do And say you constant would in Love remain You can't the Phrygians would fetch you again And while you talk and for that hoped Night Provide d' you know the Wind will then stand right When half Seas o'er and glutted with your Prey The blustring Winds will blow your Love away Shall I then go to Troy your Court to see Shall I great Laomedon's Grandchild be I slight not so the noise of flying Fame To spot my Country with eternal Shame Pray what will Sparte what will Achaia say What Asia's Nations what your very Troy What will judge Priam of me what his Queen What all your Matrons and your Trojan Kin And could your self e'er think that I 'd be true If I should once do such a thing with you When any Stranger tho' by chance you hear Comes to your Port he 'll give you cause to fear How often angry you 'll Adultress cry Forgetting you are guilty more than I. You 'll be both Author and condemn the Crime O let me die e'er live to see the time But I shall all your Trojan Wealth enjoy And you your Gifts will greater make than say You 'll give me Purple for my Princely Dress And heaps of Gold you talk I shall possess Your Pardon if I say 't my Country's Love Does draw me back more than your Offers move Whom shall I call if wrong'd upon your Shoar What Brothers or what Fathers help implore Fair Promises false Jason to his Spouse Medea made whom he expell'd his House No Aetes nor Ipsaea then was by No Friend to whom in her Distress to fly Such Dealing I suspect not nor did she The fairest hopes are sometimes foil'd you see Those Ships we hear so often cast away At setting Sail had calm and gentle Sea The Torch does also fright which before Your Birth your frighted Mother dreamt she bore And I do dread what Prophets do forewarn That Grecian Flames your Town of Troy shall burn As Venus is your Friend ' cause she obtain'd Her Suit by you and double Trophy gain'd So those I fear whom if your Boast be true In their appeal your Sentence overthrew And certain 't is War follows if I fly And clashing Swords our Love will soon unty Did not Hippodameia Athrax stir Against the Centaurus to a bloody War Can Menelaus think you tamely hush Th' Affront my Brothers and King Tyndarus And tho' you boast your Valour at your Sword Your Face methink does contradict your Word You seem more fit for Venus than for Mars Let Paris love and others follow Wars Let Hector whom you praise his War pursue There is another Warfare fit for you In that your Skill I 've half a Mind to try A wifer Lady would and why not I Or else perhaps 't were better quit the Field And e'en to you my conquer'd Hand to yield Whereas you pray we may of these Things treat In private I know what you would be at But you 're too quick you 'd reap before you 've sown Perhaps your stay makes for you tho' unknown These Secrets of my guilty Mind I send To you and thus my weary Pen does end We by Clymene may the rest confer Or Aethra both my Friends and Council are A New Translation OF VIRGIL's Sixth Aeneid AND Fourth Eclogue THE PREFACE HAving a

abounds as in my Dear Far greater Offers doubtless you have met Youth Beauty Riches all that 's gay and great From Men your sweet-prevailing Charms have won As who can stand before the glorious Sun If I to these a Sacrifice must fall I 've this at last my Dear to say for all A Judge of Men most values Gifts of Mind For these I dare contend tho' still resign'd If by your Judgment cast hard Fate I 'll cry And humbly kiss that Hand by which I die My only Dear Yours for ever Philabius The Second Address My only DEAR SInce to my last no Answer you have giv'n Impatient Love commands me write agen Silence sometimes they say implies consent If yours be such I have my Heart 's content But if your Silence as I fear it may Concludes your Lover's doom another way Sad is my Fate which tho' with trembling Hand I ne'ertheless desire to understand Tumultuous Passions now torment my Soul Hope gives me Comforts Fear does all controul All sick in Mind where shall my Refuge be There 's none but you can ease my Misery Once you were ill I then prescrib'd a Cure Fond was my Soul your sacred Health t'ensure And now I languish to you I must fly 'T is at your pleasure that I live or die And e'en to Death more easily I 'm resign'd Than to continue in this state of Mind Your gentle Nature can't be so severe To let him perish calls you's Only Dear And calls all Heav'n to witness it is true O! pity one devoted thus to you I know some Lovers only Passions feign And if they Court for nothing 't is but Gain Fine Words they have if Ladies will believe Sweet goes the Pipe while Fowlers Birds deceive Such Fraud my Dearest can't suspect in me Her Person only's my great Treasury There lies in store the whole that I pursue For this alone her Self and Friends I wooe 'T is all on Earth I beg of Heaven too I 'm not ambitious know the World too well Content with Greatness does not always dwell Great should I be so I could sit at ease Admire my Dear with fond Caresses please No Soul so clear no Aspect so divine Sweet Mildness with Sublimeness there combine No cloud of Passion intercepts those Rays Of charming Graces which she thence displays All 's there surprizing Mortals can descry Symmetrious Features wondrous Harmony There should I gaze for ever still should find My Sense transported with transported Mind O Nature's Goddess to you I must pay All Adoration zealous Votive may What state of Bliss does Heav'n to him decree derive Where it alots your blest Society Where-e'er that God whence you these Charms Designs the Station wherein you shall live To me 's unknown of this at least I 'm sure Your absence long I can't with Life endure As Flowers fade in th' absence of the Sun My Life without your Influence is gone What may I do your Favour Dear to gain Can Life can Love can nothing it obtain With Muse sublime above the Stars I 'll raise Your Name your Fame with my immortal Lays A Poem next I 'll write of Love divine In which my Fair Heav'ns Angels shall out-shine In Praise of her let all the World that dares Contend they 'll find Philabius void of Fears And would's his Suit had Issue by such Wars I want a Friend Death robb'd me of this Year To plead my Cause with Kindness to my Dear Had he surviv'd I had not stood alone To deal with many hard it is for one And florid Youth now rivals my Desire And most are apt the rising Sun t' admire Tho' Judges know the perfect state of Man Is when his Sun 's in the Meridian The Air is foul with Fogs as Sun does rise And as it further climbs the lofty Skies 'Till come t'its height nor is Man's Reason clear 'Till he has reach'd his Jubilean Year And this with Favour let me farther say Unstedfast Youth tho' specious brisk and gay Is prone to change contingent Beauty too Mature Years more likely may prove true And let not this unminded pass by you Fain would my Pen much farther here inlarge Whole Floods of Passion thus I could discharge But fearing this already tires my Dear I check my Pen and stop in full career This only Boon imploring at your Hand That you 'll vouchsafe to let me understand In Verse or Prose or by some private Friend How all my Hopes and Love-Address must end O Beauty O Love O Pity Philabius The Third Address My only DEAR ONce more I write for who can Love withstand Which Heart inflames and presses on the Hand Help Muse agen this once my Fate to try And gently guide my Pen before I die Help me to soft Expressions which my Dear May move and force from her kind Eyes a Tear Of Pity for me Heav'ns what is 't I say Do I wish Sorrow to my only Joy Through Love distracted all in Mind I rave And wish for what I 'd rather die than have Help me t'Expressions may affect her Mind With Thoughts as chearful as they make them kind No Pity let them but gay Love inspire Cold 's hopeless Pity Love 's a sacred Fire If e'er on Earth true Love in Man has been It reigns in me and Love I hope 't will win By Love of Heav'n we Love from Heav'n obtain My Fair is heav'nly Love her Love must gain On this I stand on this my Soul relies If I 'm deceiv'd my Fall is with the Wise Tho' twice I 've writ no Answer from my Fair Have yet receiv'd must I for this despair Once or twice asking seldom does with Men Ought I not ask Heav'ns Darling once agen Perhaps this Silence of my Dear's to try Her Lover's Patience Zeal and Constancy If so with constant Patience I must bear Altho' if long such Trials prove severe My Temper 's not the same with other Men Strong are my Passions where they take a run A Check inflames them raging they boil o'er As Waves when broken on a craggy Shoar And strongly checkt with Terror rage and roar Such Measures with dull Lovers may do well They serve to stir and kindle sluggish Zeal But where you find Love apt to take on Flame I think the way of Dealing 's not the same Good Sportsmen seek not to destroy their Game As roughness fits a rough ungenerous Mind The tender-hearted Tenderness should find To them the Usage should be mild and kind O! sick am I my Dear by your delay What one Man cures another may destroy I always take it as a double Boon If what I sue for may be granted soon And as the Favour 's greater still the more The Grantor I prize honour love adore With what surprizing Joy think you then Dear Quick News and kind from you 'd ravish my Ear I beg at least let gentle Hopes maintain My Flame and let my Heart some respite gain And cast me not

us while in this Frame of Clay We live those Objects still convey Into our Minds the specious Rays Of Beauty which incite and raise Us to contemplate that Divine Idol Beauty seen to shine In Beauty's Source whence Fairest you And all Things here their Beauty drew There Princess your Idea lies Fair Spotless charming in our Eyes The Charms of Beauty here you bear Still raise us to contemplate there Where I with all Men evermore Must love admire you and adore J. B. The Answer of Helena to Paris Translated by a Country Shepherdess The PREFACE THo' Lords and Knights and others of the Town Inspired Poets all of great Renown Have taught quaint Ovid speak our Mother Tongue In Language fit for Phoebus to have sung Yet since Mens Fancies change as Womens Dress I thought my self tho' Country Shepherdess Might please as well by off'ring somewhat new Tho' coming short of what before they knew And as more ways than one lead to a Mill Why may not many climb Parnassus Hill E'en Women for some of us rise betimes And fall into Enthusiastick Rhimes In Love-Concerns at least for as we draw Our Passions deep when once our Hearts do thaw We melt in Love It 's Helen's Case we find That beautious Wonder of us Women-kind Who to our Paris thus exprest her Mind The ANSWER MY guilty Eyes your Letter having read Small Glory now to leav 't unanswered You then a Guest ' gainst sacred Laws of Friends Dare tempt a Wife to break her Wedlock Bonds 'T is like for this when stormy Seas had tost You here you found your Safety on our Coast And when you came a Stranger to our Port You were not barr'd the freedom of our Court These are the Thanks you to our Bounty owe Is this done like a Guest or like a Foe I make no doubt tho' my Complaint be just You 'll call 't uncourtly be it if it must Let me be courtless so an honest Wife And that none find a blemish in my Life Altho' my Count'nance speaks me not severe Tho' I use not a grave-affected Air Yet am I spotless and have liv'd my time E'en unsuspected from the least of Crime The more 's my Wonder what your Fancy fed And gave you hopes you should enjoy my Bed Cause Theseus once by force constrain'd me go With him perhaps you think to do so too Had I been drawn by 's fawning Words in me The Fault had been but being forc'd am free Nor by his Fact did he his Will obtain Unless by Fear I unhurt return'd again The sawcy Gallant only got a Kiss Sometimes by striving and was glad h 'ad this It seems you naughty Man would more pursue But Heav'n be prais'd he was not like to you Modest in this which made his Crime the less He left m'unwrong'd and did his Fault confess Sure he repented what h 'ad done that you Might all enjoy d' you think he 'll say so too Yet I 'm not angry who can be with Love Unless 't is all but feign'd that you do move And this I doubt not that I you distrust Or know not well my Face is not the worst But cause an easy Faith does oft abuse Us and they say Men Truth do seldom use Tho' others sin and few good Women known Of those so few why may not I be one And tho' to you my Mother seems to be A fit Example in this thing for me You know my Mother by a false Disguise Of Feathers cheated suffer'd a Surprize If I should sin I cannot say the same Nor have I any Cloak to hide my Shame She well might sin the Author could dispence With her what Jove will take off my Offence Your Race and ancient Blood and Kingly Fame You boast our House is not to seek a Name To pass by Jove as Great-Sire to Atraeus And all the Stock of Pelops Tyndarus Jove turn'd a Swan deceiving Laeda'll own Me for his Child whom she embrac'd unknown Go now and boast your rise if you think good From Priam's and your Laomedon's Blood Whom I suspect but he on whom you build Your Fame is fifth from you when I 'm his Child And grant your Crown of Troy I great should own I cannot but as much esteem our own Tho' you 've more Riches and your Subjects far In number greater yours Barbarians are Your rich Epistle talks of so much Gold ' Gainst it a Goddess-heart might hardly hold But if'gainst modest Laws I 'd yield to sin 'T is you your self would sooner draw me in Or with my spotless Flame I 'll live and die Or after you not after Gifts will fly Tho' I contemn them not for well I know They 're grateful when the Giver makes them so But more your Love does move me and your Pain And that for me you ventur'd o'er the Main I also mark tho' still conceal as fit Your Actions when at Table you do sit Sometimes on me you cast such piercing Eyes That mine to bear their Glances scarce suffize Sometimes you sigh sometimes my Cup you draw And drink just at the place where me you saw How oft your Fingers and your speaking Brows Have I seen making secret Signs and Vows And often fear'd my Husband would perceive And blush'd to see the open Marks you gave I often softly to my self did say This Man is shameless and I think I may I often found upon the Table writ My Name in Wine I Love set under it Some Mark I gave I did not think it true But since alas I 've learn to say so too To these Allurements if inclin'd to sin I should submit 't is this my Heart would win Tho' I confess your Features I admire And your Embraces Ladies may desire But let some happy'r Person lov'd by you Without a Crime enjoy what I can't do Pray learn by me a Beauty to forbear A Virtue 't is those things we love to spare How many think you wish for what you sue Have none discerning Eyes d' you think but you You see not more but rasher more you dare You 've not more Passion but more shameless are Then should you 've come as swift as Winters Flood When being a Virgin me a thousand woo'd If then but seen from all you 'd had my Voice My Husband's self must pardon me my choice You 're now too late the thing you seek's possest And what you hope for 's in anothers Breast To be your Wife yet should I still consent If Menelaus would be so content Pray cease with Words my tender Heart to move Don't go t' abuse her whom you say you love But leave me to my Lot by Fortune gi'en Nor basely seek my Honours Spoils to win Venus you say on Ida gave you this Where you did judge three naked Goddesses And when th' one promis'd Crowns a Name divine In war the other she said Helen's thine I scarce believe those Heav'nly Queens content To leave their shape to your

severely in Despair Despair as dark as Heav'n has made you Fair. Doubt not how constant to you I will prove I 'll cease to live before I cease to love Consider Dearest what to you is said In Three Addresses now by me are made Proceeding all from Heart and Soul sincere As ever in devoted Lover were If more I thought my Dearest would desire More would I write my Pen should never tire And loath it is to part with Paper now Tho' I no farther Scope shall it allow Till I my Dearest's Pleasure know and then All crown'd with Joys I hope to write agen Philabius An Address to a famous Poetess going by the Name of Philomela wherein Philabius having receiv'd no Answer to his three foregoing Epistles begs her Aid for moving his Mistress's Favour MADAM IF any of your Sex fall'n in Distress Desir'd my Aid such is my Tenderness I should afford it freely would to me They would vouchsafe an equal Charity Madam 'thas been my direful Chance to fall In Love of late with what we Beauty call Beauty that Lot divine your Sex attends Working on Men too often fatal Ends. Thrice to my Fair Addresses I have sent Writ as I could how she does them resent I can't divine nor will my Fair disclose She drowns her Thoughts in Silence me in Woes Self-musing often with revolving Mind This cause of Silence in my Dear to find I may suspect my unpathetick Style Moves neither Frowns nor an obliging Smile But leaves my Fair as unconcern'd as tho' She nothing of Love-Verses yet did know This puts me to a stand and what to do 'T is hard to think and how my Suit pursue I 've done my best and more to write were vain Unless I could pretend some happy'r Strain Your Genius Madam 's known by what you 've writ Great is your Fancy Judgment Art and Wit Sweet Philomela's Aid I 'd fain implore Her pow'rful Charms dumb Spirits may conjure Her sweet-tun'd Voice thro' all the Forest rings And all are mov'd when Philomela sings Shout with Applause and eccho forth her Praise Surpriz'd and charm'd with her melodious Lays Her wondrous Notes in Rapture all admire As hither brought from the Celestial Quire Would Heav'n my zealous Wishes could obtain Her Aid the Favour of my Dear to gain The depth of Hearts your Love-dipt Pen may reach And where mine fails may force an easy breach Those genuine Arts your Muse may soon descry Which charm your Sex to me a Mystery And tho' some Beau perhaps has not been true In zealous Passions he has vow'd for you Which may discourage your Assistance when Desir'd for gaining Kindnesses to Men Heav'n knows my Soul's sincere and Love to feign Is what my Heart will ever much disdain I bear a Mind too free to fawn on them Or fondly write but where I 've found Esteem And had I judg'd my Verses to my Dear Worth Philomela's view I 'd sent 'em here It may be thought a very heavy Doom That all hard Censure should incur for some I wish Success may crown all your Desires And pray your Aid now where my Heart aspires Your Aid's the last Expedient I can try There all the hopes I have of Life do lie Great are the Pains thro' Love I undergo Which tho' unfelt by you you truly know And as you judg them please your Favour show MADAM Your great Admirer and humbly-devoted Servant Philabius Philomela having not vouchsaft her Aid Philabius writ his Farewel to his beautious Mistress as follows My only DEAR IT grieves my Soul to write my last Adieu To one I so entirely love as you All Happiness your Self and Friends I wish Tho' no way kind to me in my Address I know Affection is not always free Tho' one be fond another may not be Heav'n grants it as a Favour now and then That where we love we are belov'd agen I find your Favour Dear I can't obtain And cease my Suit which I could wish to gain But cease as doubting all my Suit 's in vain Or ' stead of Favour may incur Disdain What I have writ already pray resent With Kindness as by me 't was kindly meant Which tho' not worth your Thanks or Notice still A gentle Heart despises not good Will As far as I among the World converse Unseigned Friends I find are very scarce And wish I had one Friend on Earth as true As if accepted I had been to you The Heav'ns 't is like far greater Things design T' attend your Fate than Kindnesses of mine Heav'n grant my Life a quick and gentle end And let all Joy my Dearest still attend My joyful Hopes to Sorrows now must turn My Muse in Silence shall for ever mourn 'Till Death gives ease and quiet in my Urn. Philabius A gentle Reviver writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress My only DEAR I 'Ve try'd and try'd but find 't is ne'er the near T'unlove that Person once I call'd my Dear My only Dear and find she must be so In spight of all abused Love can do When Love 's abus'd in some it turns to Hate It can't in me may it's so far from that I rather love you more if more may be When Love 's exalted to its high'st degree To Love and find great Slights and almost Scorn May seem severe and hardly to be born Yet this from you and yours I undergo And love you still entirely and you know Such Trials height of Love will truly shew Some in Addresses no resistance find Their Love-suit's easy and their Mistress kind Kind Fortune with such Lovers sports and plays These freely may enjoy Love's Holy-days Others in Love-suits Hardships undergo They can't prevail upon their Mistress so But meet with Lets and Rubs and yet at last Run smoothly on and win the doubtful Cast Some others more unfortunate than these Reap but Disdain for all their Kindnesses And such am I who yet with chearful Mind Bear even this to you my Dear resign'd Tho' Heav'n on us is often pleas'd to frown We must not be displeas'd but still love on Some Lovers Beauty meerly for the sake Of Beauty love and seek not to partake Of more Enjoyments yet Disdain to them Would seem severe and check their fond Esteem I therefore even these in Love surpass And nothing stirs me where my Love I place That Apathy the Stoicks teach to me Seems but a frigid-dull Philosophy With Patience arm'd just Passions let 's pursue It keeps our Thoughts in action ever new Let us agree then Dearest to go on I with my Love and you with your Disdain Time and Experience to us both will shew Which in our Pursuits weary first may grow I 'm apt to think th' advantage on my side Disdain Love's kind Assaults can scarce abide Love sweetly charms the Mind where it does reign That Soul 's uneasy where there is Disdain How then shall this hold out with that but tire And yield to Love as Nature does