with his childrens wickedness commanded the innocent infant to be cast forth unto Doggesâ— and by one of his guard sent a sword to Canace as a silent remembrance of her desert wherewith she killed her self Yet before her death she declares by this Epistle to Macareus who was fled into the Temple of Apollo her own misfortune entreating him to gather up the childes bones and lay them with hers in the same Urne or funeral Pitcher CANACE to MACAREUS IF blotted Letters may be understood Receive this Letter blotted with my blood My right hand holds a pen my left a sword My pâ—per lyes before me on the boord Thus Canace doth to her brother write This posture yields my father much delight Who I do wish would a spectator be As he is Author of my Tragedy Who fiercer then winds blowing from the East With dry cheeks would behold my wounded breast For since to rule the winds he hath commission He 's of his subjects cruel disposition Over the Northern and South winds he reignes The wings of th' East and West winds he restrains And yet although the winds he doth command His sudden anger he cannot withstand The Kingdom of the winds he can restrain But over his own vices cannot raign For what although my Ancestors have been Unto the gods and Iupiter akin Now in my fearful hand I hold a sword That fatal gift which must my death afford O Macarâ—us would that I had dy'd Before we were in close embraces ty'd More then a sister ought I did affect thee More then a brother ought thou didst respect me For I did feel how Cupid with his dart Of whom I oft had heard did wound my heart My colour straightway did wax green and pale My stomack to my meat began to fail I could not sleep the night did seem a year I often sigh'd when no body did hear Yet why I sighed I no cause could shew I lov'd and yet what love was did not know My old Nurse found out how my pulse did move And she first told me that I was in love But when I blushed with a down-cast look Which silent signes she for confession took But now the burthen of my swelling womb Grew heavy being to full ripeness come What herbs and medicines did not she and I Use to enforce abortive delivery Conceal'd from thee Yet Art could not prevail The quickned child grew strong our Art did fail And now nine Moons were fully gone and past The tenth in her bright Chariot made great hast I know not whence my sudden gripes did grow Nor what pains belong'd to childbirth did know I cry'd out but my Nurse my words did stay And stopt my mouth as I there crying lay What shall I do gripes force me to complain But my Nurse and fear of crying-out restrain So that I did suppress my groans and cryes And drunk the tears that flow'd down from my eyes While thus Lucina did deny her aid Fearing my fault in death should be betray'd Thou by my side most lovingly didst lye Tearing thy hair to see my misery And with kind words thy sister thou didst cherish Praying that two might not at one time perish And thou didst put me still in hope of life Saying dear sister thou shalt be my wife These words reviv'd me when I was half dead So that I presently was brought to bed Thou didst rejoyce but fear did me afright To hide it from my father Aeolus sight The careful Nurse the new born childe did hide In Olive boughs with swadling vine leaves ty'd And so a solemn sacrifice did fain The people and my father believ'd the same Being near the gate the child that straight did cry To his grandfather was betray'd thereby Aeolus tearing forth the child discries Their cunning and pretended sacrifice As the sea trembles when light winds do blow Or as an Aspen leaf shakes to and fro Even so my pale and trembling limbs did make The bed whereon I lay begin to shake He comes to me my fault he doth proclaim And he could scarce from striking me contain I could do nothing else but blush and weep My tongue ty'd up with fear did silent keep He commanded my sâ—n should be straightway Cast forth and made to beasts and birds a prey And then it cry'd so that you would have thought His crying had his Grandfather besought To pity him what grief it was to me Dear brother you may guess when I did see When â— saw my châ—lde caâ—ried to the Wood To feed the mountain Wolves that live by blood When thus my child unto the woods was sent My father out of my bed-chamber went Then I did beat my tender breast at last And tore my cheeks his sentence being past When straightway one of my Fathers Guard came in And with a sad look did this message bring Aeolus sends this sword and doth desire Thee use it as thy merit doth require His will quoth I be done I 'le use his sword My Fathers gift shall my sad death afford O Father shall this sword the portion be And dowry which you mean to give to me O Hymen put out thy deceived light And nimbly now betake thy self to fight Ye Furies bring your smoaky Torches all To light the wood at my sad funeral O sisters may you far more happ'ly marry Than I that by my own fault did miscarry Yet what could be my new-born babes offence Which might his Grandfather so much incense Of death alas he could not worthy be For my offence he 's punished for me O Son thou breed'st thy mother much annoy No sooner bred but beasts do thee destroy O Son the pledge of my unhappy love One day thy day of birth and death doth prove I had not time t'imbalme thee with my tears Nor in thy funeral fire to throw thy hairs To give thee one cold kiss I had no power For the wild greedy beasts did thee devoure But I sweet child will straightway die with thee I will not long a childless Parent be And thou O brother since it is in vain For me to hope to see thee once again Gather the small remainder which the wild And salvage beast have left of thy young child And with his mothers bones let them have room Within one â—â—ne or in one narrow Tomb. Weep at my funeral who can reprove thee For shewing love to her that once did love thee And here at last I do entreat thee still To perform thy unhappy sisters will For I will kill my self without delay And so my fathers hard command obey The Argument of the twelfth Epistle JAson being a lusly comely young man assoon as he arrived at Colchos Medea the Daughter of Aeta King of Colchos and Hecate fancied and entertained him and upon promise of marriage instructed him how he should obtain the beauty he desired Having gotten the golden Fleece he fled away with Medea Her father Aeta pursuing after them she tears in pieces her brother
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
the dew did fall we often lay In a poor Cottage upon straw or hay I shew'd thee both what Lawns and Forrests were Likely to yeild much store of game and where The wilde beasts did in secret caves abide And their young ones in the hollow Rocks did hide To set thy Toyles with thee I oft have gone After the Hounds I o're the hills have run My name on every Beech-tree I do finde Thou hadst engrav'd Oenone on their rinde And as the body of the tree doth so The letters of my name do greater grow Close by a River I remember it These lines are on an Alder fairly writ And may the Alder flourish still and spread Because these lines may on the bark be read When Paris doth to Oenone false become Xanthus unto his spring doth backward run Xanthus run back thy course now backward take For Paris doth his Oenone forsake That day did unto me most fatal prove That day began the winter of thy love When Venus Iuno and fair Pallas came Naked before thee and did not disdain To chuse thee for their Judge when thou had'st told The story to me my faint heart grew cold Of the experienc'd I did counsel take They did resolve me thou wouldst me forsake For thou didst build new ships without delay And didst send forth a Fleet to sea straightway Yet thou didst weep at thy departure hence Do not deny it it was no offence For by my love thy credit is not stain'd But of loving Helen thou mayst be asham'd Thou wept'st and also at that very time Thou saw'st me weep my tears dropping with thine And as the Vine about the Elme doth winde So thy arms were about my neck entwinde When thou complaind'st because the winds cross were The Sailers laught because the wind stood fair Thou didst kiss me oft when thou didst depart And thou wert loth to say Farewel Sweet-heart At last a gentle gale of wind did blow So that thy ship from land did slowly go I looking after thee long time did stand Weeping and shedding tears on the dry sand And to the green Nereides I did pray Thy voyage might be speedy without stay For me it was too speedy since that I Sustain the loss of thy false love thereby To Thessaly my Prayers have brought thee safe And for a Whore my prayer prevailed hath There is a Mountain that to sea doth look Which beating of the foaming waves can brook From hence when I beheld thy ship was coming Into the sea I presently was running But standing still at length I might discern A purple flag which waved on the stern Then whether it were thy ship I did doubt Because such colours thou didst not put out But when thy ship to shoar did neerer stand And a fair gale did bring it close to land A womans face I straightway did behold Which made my heart to tremble and wax cold And while I stood doating there I might espie Thy sweet heart that did on thy bosome lie O then I wept my breast I strook and beat And tore my cheeks that with my tears were wet Filling the Mountain Ida with my cries And there I did bewail my miseries May â—elena at last so weep so grieve When thou dost falsly her forsake and leave And may she that this wrong to me doth offer Be wrong'd in the like kind and like wrong suffer When thou wert poor and led'st a Shepheards life None but Oenone was thy loving wife T is not thy wealth nor state that I admire Nor to be Priams daughter do I desire Yet Priam nor his Hecuba need disdain Me for their daughter since I worthy am I am fit to be a Princess to command A royal Scepter would become my hand Despise me not because that I with thee Have lain under some shady Beechen-tree For I am fitter for thy Royal bed When it with purple Quilts is covered Lastly my love is safest since for me No wars shall follow nor no Fleet shall be Sent forth but if thou Helena do take She shall by force of arms be fetched back Blood is the portion which thou shalt obtain If thou dost marry with this stately Dame Ask Hector and Deiphobus if she Should not unto the Greeks restored be Ask Priam and Antenor wise and grave Who by their age much deep experience have For to performe a beauteous rape before Thy Country must be bad and base all o're Since to defend a bad cause is a shame Her Husband shall just wars 'gainst thee maintain Nor think that Helena faithful will become Who was so quickly woo'd so quickly won As Menelaus grieves because that she Hath with a stranger by adultery Wrong'd the chaste rites of the Nuptial bed And let a stranger so adhorn his head So thou wilt then confess no art or cost Can purchase honesty that once is lost She that is bad once will in bad persever And being bad once will be bad for ever As she loves thee so she before did love Mâ—nelaus unto whom she false did prove Thou might'st have been more faithful unto me As thy brother was to fair Andromache But thou art lighter than dry leaves which be By every wanton wind blown off the tree Or like the waving corn which every whiff Of wind doth bend untill it grow more stiff Thy Cousen once for I remember 't well With dishevell'd hair did thus my fate foretell What dost thou Oenone why do'st thou sow The barren sands Or why do'st thou thus go About to plough the shoar it is in vain Such fruitless tillage can yeild thee no gain A Greâ—ian Maid is coming that shall be Fatal unto thy Country and to thee And may the ship be drown'd in the salt stood Whose sad arrival shall cost so much blood When she had said thus straight my flaxen hair Began to heave and stand upright for fear Alas thou wert too true a Prophetess For she is come and doth my place possess Yet she is but a fair adulteress Who with a strangers love was so soon took And for his sake her Country hath forsook Besides one Theseus though I know not whom Brought her out of the Country long agon And canst thou think an amarous young-man Would send her a pure Virgin back again If thou wouldst know how I these truths discry It is my love love doth in all things pry If thou call'st her fault a rape yet that name May seem to hide her fault but not her shame Since she so often from her Country went 'T was not by violence but by her consent Though by deceit thou me instructed hast Yet Oenoâ—e still remaineth chast I hid me in the woods while the wanton rout Of nimble Satyres sought to find me out And horned Fawnes with wreaths of sharp Pine crown'd Over the Mountain Ida sought me round For great Apollo that protecteth Troy The spoyles of my virginity did enjoy By force against my will for which disgrace I tore my guiltless
shouldst marry some young Grecian Maid I fear'd the Grecian Maids but thou hast brought A barbarous Harlot of whom I ne're thought She cannot please thee with her beauteous look VVith her charms and skill in herbs thou art took For from the Sphear she can call down the Moon And hide in clouds the Horses of the Sun She can make Rivers stay their hasâ—y course And make green woods and stones remove by force Unto the graves with loosen'd hair she comes And out of the warm ashes gathers bones VVhen she would bewitch another she doth â—rame In wax his pâ—cture and t' increase his pain In the heart of it small needles doth stick VVhich maketh his own heart to ake and prick And by her cursed charms she can force love VVhich beauty and fair vertue ought to move How canst thou then embrace her with delight Or sleep securely by her in the night But as she did with charms the Dragon quell And Bulls so she hath charm'd thee with a Spell Besides of glory she will have a share Out of those deeds by thee performed were And some of Pelias side will think each deed Of thine did from the force of charms proceed And that though Iason sailed unto Greece Medea brought away the golden Fleece Thy father and thy mother both are wroth That thou shouldst bring a wife out of the North. A husband for her may at home be found Or else where Tanais doth Scythia bound But Iason is more fickle than the wind And in his words no constancy I find As thou went'st forth why didst not come again Coming and going I thy wife remain If Nobility of birth can thee content King Thoas is my father by descent Bacchus my Uncle is whose wifes crown shines VVith stars enlightning all the lesser signes And faithful Lemnos shall my Dowry be VVhich thou might'st have if that thou would'st have me Iason for my delivery may be glad Of that sweet burthen which by him I had For Lucina unto me so kind hath been That I two children unto thee did bring They are most like to thee in outward show Yet they their fathers falshood do not know These young Embassadours I to thee had sâ—nt But their step mother hâ—ndered my intent I feared fierce Medea whose hands be Ready to act all kind of villany She that her brothers limbs could piece-meal tear Would she have pity on my children dear And yet her charms have madly blinded thee To prefer her before Hypsiphile She was an adultress when first she knew thee I by chast marriage was given to thee She betray'd her father I sav'd mine from death She forsook Colchos but me Lemnos hath And though her dowry be her wickedness From me she got my Husband nevertheless Iason I blame the Lemnian womens act Yet wronged sorrow thrust us on each fact Tell me suppose câ—oss winds by chance had droven Thee and thy company into my Haven If with my children I had come to meet thee With curses might not I most justly greet thee How couldst thou look upon my babes or me What death deserv'st thou for thy treachery To preserve thee it had my mercy been And sure I had though thou unworthy seem And with the harlots blood I would not fail To fill my cheeks which her charms have made pale Medea to Medea I would be And furiously revenge my injury If great Iupiter will my prayer receive Like to Hypsiphile so may she grieve And since she like a Succubus me wrongs May she know what unto my grief belongs And as I am of my husband bereft May she be a widow with two children left As to her bâ—other and her father she Was cruell may she to her husband be And may she wander o're earth sea and ayre A hatred murdress hopeless poor and bare Having lost my Husband thus I pray beside May he live accursed with his wicked Bride The Argument of the seventh Epistle AFter the destruction of Troy Aeneas the son of Anchises and Venus taking his Penates or houshold gods with him goes to sea with twenty ships Through tempestuous weather at sea he is driven to Lybia where Dido as Virgil hath fained Daughter to Belus and wife to Sichaus Hercules Priest leaving Tyre for the cruel avarice of her brother Pigmalion who had unawares kill'd her husband for his wealth and built the new City Carthage she most magnificently entertained Aeneas and his companions loved him and enjoyed him but when Mercury admonisht him to depart for Italy which country the Oracle had promised him Dido having in vain endeavoured by entreaty to divert him from his purpose and stay his journey being sick to death writes unto him accusing him as the cause of her death DIDO to AENEAS AS the Swan by Maeanders fords doth lie In the moist weeds and sings before she die So I not hoping to perswade thy stay Since one that will not hear me I do pray Having lost my credit and virginity To lose a few words a small loss will be For thy poor Dido thou mean'st to forsake And unto sea wilt a new voyage make Aeneas thou wilt needs depart from me To finde strange Kingdoms out in Italy Thou car'st not for new Carthage or my Land Whose Scepter I have given into thy hand Thou shun'st my Country which might be thy own And seek'st a Country unto thee unknown Which if thou findest out thou canst not gain For who will suffer a stranger to raign Thou seekest another Dido whom in love Thou may'st deceive and false unto her prove Or when like unto Carthage canst thou build A City that doth store of people yeild If all things happen to thee prosperously Where wilt thou find so kind a wife as I Like a wax taper I burn with desire Or like sweet incense in the funeral fire And still I wish Aeneas would but stay Aeneas I do think on night and day He careless of my love and gifts doth seem Had I been wise I had not car'd for him Yet I cannot hate Aeneas although he Doth plot some unkind dealing against me Of thy unfaithfulness I do complain Having complain'd I love thee more again Spare me O Venus since thou art his mother Help me O Cupid since thou art his brother Soften his heart that he may milder prove And be a souldier in the tents of love And since to love him I think it no shame O may he love me with a mutual flame Thou art some false Aeneas I do find Thou do'st not bear thy mothers gentle mind Stones Rocks and Oakes are hard like to thy brest More merciless than any salvage beast Or than the seas which winds do now incense Yet with contrary winds thou wouldest go hence Winter to stay thy journey hence assayes Look how the Eastern winds the waves do raise Then to the winds let me beholding be Though for thy stay I had rather owe to thee But I see rugged seas and blustring wind More just
limbs To the billowes that beats him so 'T is said that thus he â—pake Spare me while I to Hero go Drown me where I come back LEANDER to HERO THy love Leander wisheth thee all heaâ—th Hero which I had rather being my self For if the rough Seas had more calmer been From Abydos to Sestos I would swim 〈◊〉 the fates smile upon our love then I Do know thou wilt read my lines willingly This paper-messenger may welcome be 〈◊〉 thou had'st rather have my company But the fates frown and will not suffer me As I was us'd to swim unto thee The skie is black the seas are rough alas â—o that no ship or Barke from home dare passe 〈◊〉 one bold Ship-master went from our Haven To whom this present Letter I have given And had come with him but the â—â—ydiâ—us stay'd Upon their watch-towers while the Anchor way'd For presently they would have me descri'd And discern'd our love which we seek to hide Forth with this Letter I did write and so I said unto it happy Letter go This is thy happiness thou must understand That Hâ—ro shall receive thee with her hand And perhaps thou shalt kisse her rosy lips While with her teeth the Seal she open rips Having spoken these words then my right hand after Did write these words upon this silent Paper But I do wish that my right hand might be Not us'd in writing but to swim to thee It is more fit to swim yet I can write My mind with ease and happily indite Seven nights are past which seem to me a year Since first the Seas with stormes inraged were These nights seem'd long to me I could not sleep To think the Sea should stil his roughnesse keep Those Torches which on thy Tower burning be I saw or else I thought that I did see Thricâ—e I put off my cloaths and did begin Three times to make tryal if I could swim But swelling seas did my desire oppose Whose rising billowes o're my face o'rt flowes But Borâ—as who art the fiercest wind Why thus to crosse me doâ—st thou bend thy mind Thou dost not storm against the Seas but me Hadst thou not been in love what woulst thou be Though thou art cold yeâ— once thou dâ—d'st approve Oriâ—â—â— who did warm thy heart with love And would'st â—ave vexed if with Orithya fair Thy passage had been hindred through the air O spare me then and calm thy blustring wind Even so mayâ—t thou from Aroâ—us favour find But I perceive he murmers at my prayer And still the seas are rough and stormy are I wish that Daedalus would give wâ—ngs to mâ— Thâ—ough the Icarâ—â—n seas not far off be Where Icaruâ— did fall when he did proffer To fly too high let me the same chance suffer While flying hrough the air to thee I come As through the waâ—er I have often swom But since both wind and seas deny to me My passage think how I fiâ—â—t came to thee It was at â—hat time when night doth begin Th' remembrance of past pleasures pleasure bring When I who was Amans which we translate A Lover stole out of my Fathers Gate And having put off all my cloaths straightway My arms through the moiâ—â— seas cut their way The Moon did yeild a glimmering light to me Which all the way did bear me company I looking on her said some â—avour have Towards me and think upon the Latmian Cave O favour me for thy Endâ—mâ—â—ns sake Prosper this stollen journey which I take A mortals love made thee come from thy Spheare And she I love is like a goddess fair For none unlesse that she a goddess be Can be so vertuous and so fair as she Nay none but Venus or thy self can be So fair view her if you 'l not credit me For as thy silver beams do shin more brâ—ght Than lesser streams which yeild a dimmer light Even so of all fair ones she is rarest And Cynthia cannot doubt but she 's the fairest When I thâ—se words or else the like had said My passage through the Sea by night I made The Moonâ— bright beams were in tâ—e water seen And 't was as light as if it day had been No noise nor voice unto my ears did come But the murmurâ— of the water when I swom Only the Aâ—cyons for lov'd â—eyx sake Seemed by night a sweet complaint to make But when my Arms to grow tyr'd did Begin Vnto the top of the waves I did spring But when I saw thy Torch O then quoth I Where that fire blazeth my fair love doth lye For that same shore said I doth her contain Who is my goddesse my fire and my flame These words to my Arms did such strength restore Me thought the Sea grew caâ—mer then before The coldnesse of the waves I seem'd to scorn For love did keep my amorous heart still warm The neerer I came to the shore I find The greater courage and moâ—e strength of mind But when I could by thee discern'd be Thou gav'st me courage by looking on me Tâ—en to please thee my Mistriss I begin To spread my arms abroad and strongly swim Thy Nurse from leapâ—ng down could scarce stay thee This without flattery I did also see And though she did restrain thee thou didst come Down to the shoâ—e and to the wavâ—s didst run And to imbrace and kisse me didst begin â—he gods to get such kisses sure would swim And thy own garments thou wouldst put on me Drying my hair which had been wet at Sea What past besides the Tower and we do know And Torch which through the sea my way did show The joyes of that night we no more can count Then dâ—ops of water in the Hellespont And because we had so little time for pleasure We us'd our time and did not wast our leasure But when Aurora rose from Tiâ—bons bed And the morning star shew'd his glistering head Thâ—n we did kisse in hast and kisse again And that the night was past we did complain When thy Nurse did me of the â—ime inâ—oâ—m Then from thy Tower I to the shore return With tears we parted and then I beg'n Back through the Hellespont again to â—wim And while I swom I shouâ—d look back on thee As far as I could the sweet Hero see And if you will believe me when I do come Hither unto thee then me thought I swom But when from thee again I returnâ—d back I seem'd like one that had suffer'd ship wrack To my home I went unwillingly again My City 'gainst my will doth me contain Alas why should we be by seas disjoyn'd Since that love hath united us in mind Since we bear such affection to each other Why should not we in one land dwell together In Sestâ—s or Abydos dwell with me Tâ—y countrey pleaseth mee as mine doth thee VVhy should the rough seas thus perplex our minds VVhy should we be parted by cruel winds The Dolphins with our love acquainted grow The fish by often swiming doth
horses Ep. 7. Hypsiphile Queen of Lemnos Ep. 6. I JAson son to Eson Ep. 6. Icareus Penelopes father Icarus 17. Idean or Trojan Ep. 9. Hercules's Mistress Ep. 9. Isâ—hmus a neck of Land joyning two Continents together having the Sea beating on both sides Ep. 4. Iuno Iupiters Queen Ep. 5. L LAcedaemon a City in Greece Ep. 15. Laertes Ep. 1. Laodamia Ep. 13. Leander signifies a Lion-hearted man Ep. 17. Linus husband to Hyperranestra Ep. 14. Lucina the goddess of Child-birth Ep. 5. M MAcareus brother to Canace Ep. 11. Meander a crooked winding River Ep. 7. Medea a sorceress beloved by Iason Ep. 12. Menelaus signifies the envy or scorn of the people he was Helenas husband Ep. 5. Minotaure a monster which by Daedalus Art Pasiphae had by a Bull while Minos was at the Athenian wars hence it was called a Minotauru Ep. 10. N NEctar the drink of the Gods Ep. 15. Neptune the god of the Sea Ep. 2. Nereides Sea Nymphs Ep. 5. Nestor lived three ages Ep. 1. Nylus a River of Egypt Ep. 14. O OEchalia a City Ep. 9. Oenone a Nymph Ep. 5. Orestes son to Agamemnon and Clytemaestra Ep. 8. Orubya beloved of Boreas Ep. 17. P PAllas the goddess of wisedom Ep. 4. Paris son to Priam and Hecuba Ep. 5.15 Pernassus the Muses mountain Ep. 19. Pasiphae a lustful wanton woman Ep. 4. Paâ—roclus signifies the honour of his Father he was son to Menaetius and having put on Achilles Armour was slain in fight by Hector E. 3. Penelope Ulysses wife Ep. 1. Pirithous a faithful friend to Theseâ—s Ep. 4. Phaedra sister to Ariadne daughter to Minos Ep. 4. Phyllis from 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 leaves or from Phylla signifying in Greek an Almond tree E. 2. Phaon a fair young man E. 21. Pyrrha Deucalions wife Ep. 21. Polyphemus Ep. 1. Sab a Gyant Pygmalion brother to Dido Ep. 7. Protesilaus signifies the chief among the people he landing first on the Trojans ground was slain by Hector Ep. 10. Pylos a City in Messenia where Neleus Nestors Father reigned Ep. 1. Pyrrhus the son of Achilles Ep. 3.8 R RHodope a Mountain of Thrace Ep. 2. S SAppho a wanton witty woman Ep. 27. Scylla a rocky gulf Ep. 12. Sestos a City in Europe Ep. 17. Simoeis a Trojan River Ep. 1.7 Sparta a City of Greece E. 15. Sychâ—us Hercules Priest and Dido's husband Ep. 7. T TAntalus who stood in Hell to the chin in water yet could not drink Ep. 15. Telemachus Ulysses son Ep. 1. Theseus son of AEgeus Ep. 2. Thetis Queen of the Sea E. 19. Tisiphone one of the Furies Ep. 2. Tlepolemus Ep. 1. Tybris a River of Italy Tyresias a Prophet who told Iuno that feminine pleasure exceeded masculine in acts of Venus Ep. 1. Sab. V VLysses a valiant Graecian Ep. 17. Z ZOne or girdle because the brides girdle was untied by the bridegroom on her wedding night Ep. 2. Carmen instar mille blande laudantium In laudem Authoris carmen non desit Amici Hoc opus Anthorem laudat hic Author opus This Author needs not owe any friend For Verses in his praise The Author doth his work commend And his work gives him Bayes OVID'S EPISTLES LIB I. The Argument of the first Epistle WHen the Grecians went with a great Army to Troy to revenge the rape of Helena Vlysses the son of Lâ—â—rtes and Anticlea took such delight in his young wife Penelope that he counterfeited himself mad thereby â—o enjoy her and absent himself from the wars But Palamedes discovering his purpose he was compelled to go with the rest in the Trojan voâ—age VVhere he â—ought many brave combats and after the destruction of Troy which had been ten years besieged intending to return to his own Countrey he took ship with other Grecian Princes but through Minerva's displeasure they were scattered and divided by such a violent tempest that Vlysses wandred ten years more before he returned So that his wife Penelope having lived chastly in his absence and not knowing what hindred his coming home writes this Epistle unto him wherein she perswades him by many reasons to return to his own Country PENELOPE to ULYSSES MY dear Vlysses thy Penelope Doth send this Letter to complain of thee VVho dost so long from me unkindly stay VVrite nothing back but come thy self away For Troy now level with the ground is laid VVhich was envy'd by every Grecian maid Yet neither Troy nor Priams wealth could be â—orth half so much as thy good company O! I could wish that Paris had been drown'd When his ship was to Lacedemon bound Then had not I lain cold in bed alone Nor yet complain'd that time runs slowly on Nor yet to pass away the winters night Had I sat spinning then by candle light Fore-casting in what dangers thou mightst be And such as were not like to trouble thee Thinking on perils more than ever were For love is alwayes full of careful fear The Trojans now thought I do thee assail At Hectors name my cheeks with fear grew pale And when I heard Antilochus was slam By Hector then my fears renew'd again And hearing how that Patroclus clad In Achilles armour such ill fortune had That Hector slew him in that false disguise The sad report drew tears out of mine eyes Or when I of â—Ilepolemâ—s did hear Who with his blood bedew'd Sarpedons spear Tlepolemus death doth then my cares renew And I began straight way to think of you And lastly if I heard abroad by fame That any of the Grecian side were slain My heart for fear of thee was far more cold Than any Ice when such bad news was told But the just Gods to us more kind do prove And more indulgent to our chaster love For stately Troy is unto ashes burn'd But my Vlysses lives though not return'd The Grecian Captains are come home again The Altars do with joyful ncense flame And all the Barbarous spoils which they did take Unto our Country gods they consecrate The love of wives is to their husbands shown By gifts which for their safe returning home Unto the Gods with grateful minds they bâ—â—ng While their husbands songs of Troy's destructâ—on sing Old men and trembling maids do both desire To hear the tale of Troy which they admire And wives do hearken with a kind of joy To their husbands talking of the siege of Troy And some now do upon their table draw The picture of those fierce wars which they saw And with a little wine before pour'd down Can lively paint the model of Troy town Here Simoâ—sâ—loud â—loud here 's the Sigean land And here did Priams lofty Palace stand Here did Achiâ—les pitch his glittering tents And here Vlysses kept his regiments Here in this place did valiant Hector fall Whose body was drag'd round about the wall Of Troy to shew the enemies despite Putting the framing Horses in a fright For whatsoever in those wars was done Old Nestor did relate unto thy son Whom I had
is my intent If to be cruel to me thou art bent For I do wish thou couldst behold or see In what sad posture I do write to thee One hand to write unto thee doth afford The other hand doth hold thy Trojan sword And down my cheeks the trickling tears do slide On the sword which shal with my blood be dy'd It was thy fatal gift and it may be To send me to my grave thou gav'st it me And though this first do wound my outward part Yet cruel love long since did wound my heart O sister Anna thou that counselld'st me To yeeld to love shalt now my funeral see On th'urne to which my ashes they commit Elisa wife to Sichaeus shall be writ And these two verses shall engraven be Upon the marble that doth cover me Aeneas did to me my death afford For Dido kill'd her self with his own sword The Argument of the eighth Epistle HErmionâ— the daughter of Mâ—nelaus and Helena was by Tyndarus her Grandfather by the mothers side to whom Menelaus had committed the government of his house while he went to Troy betroathed to Oristes the son of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra Her fathâ—r Menelaus not knowing thereof had betroathed her to Pyrrhus the son of Achilles who at last returned from the Trojan wars stole away Hermione But she haâ—ing Pyrrhus and loving Orestes admonishes him by this Letter that she might be easily taken from Pyrrhus and she obtained her desire For Orestes being freed from his madness for murdering Aegysthus and his mother he slew Pyrrhus in Apollo's Temple and took her again HERMIONE to ORESTES HErmione writes to him that was of late Her husband now anothers wife by fate Pyrrhus Achilles stout son takes delight To keep me from thee against law and right I did strive with him but my force did fail A womans strength could not 'gainst him prevail Pyrrhus quoth I what dost thou do ere long My Lord on thee will surely revenge this wrong But of Orestes name he would not hear But drag'd me home even by my loosen'd hair Should the barbarous foe Lacedemon take He could but thus of me a captive make And conquering Greece us'd not Andromache When they set fire of Troy as he us'd me But Orestes if th' art toucht with this despight Then fetch me back again I am thy right To fetch thy stollen cattel thou wilt go Why then to fetch thy wife art thou so slow By thy father why dost not example take VVho by a just war did his wife fetch back Had he led in his Court an idle life Thy mother then had been young Paris wife If thou do come thou needst not to provide A fleet or store of Souldiers beside Yet so I might be fetched back again A husband for his wife may war maintain And Atreus was Uncle unto either So that thou art my husband and my brother O! husband then and brother help thou me For these two names implore some help of thee My grand-father Tyndarus grave in his life Deliver'd me unto thee as thy wife My father unto Pyrrhus promis'd me But my grand-father would dispose of me When I marry'd thee I did to none belong If Pyrrhus marry me he doth thee wrong My father will let us love and enjoy For he was wounded by the winged boy And will permit us to love one another In the like sort as he did love my mother As he my mothers husband was thou art My husband Pyrrhus playeth Paris part Though he boast deeds were by his father done Thy father by his actions fame hath won Achilles did for a common souldier stand But Agamemnon Captains did command Pelops and his father thy Ancestors were Thou art but five descents from Iupiter Nor didst thou courage want though thou didst kill Thy father and his precious blood didst spill Would thy valour had been happilier employ'd Though he were unwillingly by thee destroy'd For thou Aegystus kill'dst unluckily And didst fulfill thy hapless fate thereby When Achilles urgeth this one fault of thine And before me doth make it a great crime My blushing colour and my heart doth rise And my old love revives and glowing lies Within my brest if that Orestes be By any one accused to Hermione For then I have no strength in any part As if a sword were thrust into my heart I weep and then my tears my anger show Which like two Rivers down my bosome flow Plenty of tears I only have which rise Wetting my cheeks from the springs of my eyes And this sad fate which happens unto me Hath been the fortune of our family I need not tell how Iupiter became To deceive us a fair and milk-white Swan Hoâ— Hippodamia in a strangers Chariot Over the Hellespont was swiftly carried My mother Hellen in Paris took delight For whom the Grecians ten whole years did fight My Grandfather my Sister and each brother Began to weep for the loss of my mother And Leda did her earnest prayers prefer Unto the gods and to her Iupiter While I did tear my hair and to her cry'd Mother must I without you here abide And lest that I should not be thought to be Of Peleus most unhappy progeny My mother being with Paris gone away I unto Pyrrhus was soon made a prey If Achilles had escap'd Apollo's bow He would have then condemn'd his son I know He knew by Briseâ— loss which he could not brook That from their husbands wives should not be took Why are the gods thus cruel unto me What sad star rul'd at my Nativity For in my younger years I was berest Of my mother and was of my father left Who went unto the wars yet ne'retheless Although they liv'd yet I was Parentless Nor could delight my mother as you see Children will do with stammering flattery Nor round about her neck my weak armes clap While she would fondly set me on her lap Nor did she teach me how to dress my head Nor did she bring me to my marriage bed For when she did return truth I le not smother I did not know her then to be my mother I knew that she was Helen by her beauty She knew not me when as I did my duty 'Mongst all these miseries I most happy am That Orestes for my husband I did gain Yet he alas shall from me taken be Unless he do fight for himself and me Pyrrhus hath took me and doth me enjoy This is all I got by the fall of Troy Yet while the Sun with his bright rayes doth shine My sorrows are more gentle all that time But when at night with grief I go to bed And on my pillow rest my weary head The tears when I should entertain soft sleep Spring in my eyes and I begin to weep And from my husbands side as far off lye As if he were to me an enemy Sometimes through grief forgetting where I am I have toucht some part of Pyrrhus and again I have pluckt back my hand for I
thy mistress thou wert so afraid That if she chid thee thou wouldst trembling stand For fear of swadling with a Holly wand And to win favour thou wouldst often tell Of thy labours which thou ought'st to conceal Discoursing unto her how thou hadst won Much honour by those deeds which thou hadst done How in thy childhood thou didst boldly tear The Hydra's speckled jawes which hideous were How thou didst kill the Erimambean Boar Which on the ground lay weltring in his goar And then of Diomedes didst relate Who nail'd the heads of men upon his gate Fatting his pamper'd Horses with their flesh Untill thou didst his cruelty suppress And how thou hadst the monster Cacus stain That kept his flocks upon the hills of Spain And of three-headed Cerberus thou didst tell Who by his snaky hair thou drag'dst from hell And how the Hydra by thy hand was slain Whose heads being lopt off would grow forth again And of Anteus whom thou crusht to death Between thy arms and didst squeeze out his breath And how the Centaures thou subdu'st by force That were half men and half like to a Horse When thou wert in soft silken robes arrai'd To tell these stories wert not thou dismai'd Didst thou think whil'st thou didst thy labours tell That a womans habit did become thee well While Omphale hath took thy Lyons skin Away from thee and drest her self therein To boast now of thy valour it is vain For Omphale in thy stead playes the man For she in valour doth exceed thee far Since she hath conquered the conquerour And by subjecting thee she now hath won The glory which did unto thee belong O shame to think the skin which thou didst reaâ— Off the Lyons ribs thy Omphale doth wear Thou art deceiv'd 't is not the Lyons spoil Thou foil'dst the Lyon she thy self doth foil And she that only knoweth how to spin To wear thy weapons also doth begin She takes the conquering Club into her hand And afterwards before her glass will stand Viewing her self to see what she hath done If that her husbands weapons her become I could not believe when I heard it said The sad report unto my heart convei'd Much grief but now my wretched eyes beheld The Harlot Iole that thy courage quell'd Such are my wrongs that I must need reveal My grief and sorrow I cannot conceal Thou broughtst her through the City in despight Because I should behold the hated sight Not like a Captive with her hair unbound And a dejected look fixt on the ground But of rich cloth of gold her garments were Such as thy self in Phâ—ygia did wear She in her passage graciously did look On the people as if she had Hercules took As if her father liv'd and did command Oechalia which was raised by thy hand Deianira it may be thou wilt forsake And of thy former whore a wife wilt make So that Hymen shall both joyn the heart and hands Of Hercules and Iole in his bands When in my mind these passages I behold My hands and limbs with fear grow stiff and cold In me thou formerly didst take delight And for my sake two several times didst fight Plucking off Achelous horn who after Did hide his head in his own muddy water And Nessus was slain by the poison'd head Of thy arrow whose blood dy'd the River red But O alas I heard abroad by same Thou art tormented with much grief and pain By the shirt dipt in his blood which I sent thee But yet indeed no harm at all I meant thee If it be so then what am I become What is it that my furious love hath done O Deianira straight resolve to die So end at once thy grief and misery Shall this same poisonâ—d shirt tear off his skin And wilt thou live that hath the causer bin Of all his torment No though not my life My death shall shew that I was Hercules wife And Meleager I will shew thereby My self thy sister I 'm resolv'd to die O unhappy fate Oeâ—â—us royal throne My Father who is very aged grown Agriâ—is hath Tydeus in forraign land Doth wander still and in the fatal brand Meleagâ—r perish'd and my mother kill'd Her self and with her hand her own blood spill'd Then why doth Dâ—ianira doubt to die And so conclude this wicked Tragedy Yet this one suit to thee I only move And beg this of thee for our former love That thou wouldst not believe or think I meant To procure thy death by that gift I sent For when the cruel Centaure bleeding lay With thy arrow in his brest he then did say This blood if thou the vertue of it prove Will cause affection and procure true love But now his treachery I have understood For I dipt a shirt into his poison'd blood And sent it which hath caus'd thy misery O Deianira straight resolve to die Farewell my Father George too farewell Farewell my brother and Country where I dwell And I do bid farewell to the day-light Of which my eyes shall never more have sight Farewell to Hyllus my young little son Farewell my husband Death I come I come The Argument of the tenth Epistle MInos the son of Jupiter and Europa because the Athenians haâ— treacherously slain his son Androgâ—us enforced them by a sharp warr to send him every year as a tribute seven young Men and as many young Virgins to be devoured by the Minataure which by Dadalus Art Pasiphas had by a Bull while her husband Minos was at the Athenian wars The lot falling on Thesâ—us he was sent amongst the rest but Ariadne instructed him how to kill the Minataure and return again out of the Labyrinth as Catullus saith Errabunda râ—gens tenui vestigia filo Guiding his steps which she led By a Clew of slender thred Afterward Theseus departing from Creete with Ariadne and Phadra he arriv'd at the Isle Nanos where Bacchus admonished him to leave Ariadne and he accordingly lefâ— her when she was fast asleep Assoon as she awaked she writ this Letter complaining of Theseus cruelty and ingratitude and in a pitiful manner intreats him to come back again and take her into his ship ARIADNE to THESEUS I Have found all kindes of beasts much more milde And gentle than thy self who hast beguil'd My trust for it had been more safe for me To have believ'd a salvage beast than thee This letter Theseus from thence doth come Where thou didst leave me and away didst run When I was fast asleep then thou didst leave me Watching that opportunity to deceive me It was at that time when the heavens strew Upon the earth their sweet and pearly dew And the first waking birds did now begin In the cool boughs to tune their notes and sing I being half asleep and half awake Yet so much knowledge had that for thy sake With my hand I felt about thy warm place Thinking indeed my Theseus to embrace I felt about the bed but he was gone I felt about
have kept my clear fame without spot No man hath in my Tables found a blot So that I wonder whence thy encouragement Proceedeth that thou shouldest my love attempt Because once Theseus stole me as a prey Shall I the Second time be stolne away It had been my fault had I given consent But being stolne against my will I went And yet he gathered not my Virgin slower He us'd no violence though I was in his power Some kisses onely he did striving gain But no more kindnesse could from me obtain Such is thy wantonnesse thou wouldst not be Like him content alone with kissing me He brought me back untoucht his modesty Seem'd to excuse his former injury And plainly it appear'd that the young man For stealing me grew penetent again But Paris comes when Theseus is fallen off That Helen may be still the worlds scoffe yet with a Lover who can be offended If thy love prove true as thou hast pretended This I do doubt although I do not feare My beauty can command love any where But because women should not soon believe men For men with flattering words do oft deceive them Though other Wives offend and that a fair one Is seldome chast yet I will be that rare one Because thou think my mother did offend By her example you think me to bend My Mother was deceiv'd Iove to her came In the shape of a milk-white feathered Swan If I offend 't is not my ignorance For no mistake can shaddow my offence And yet her error may be happy thought For to offend with greatness is no fault But I should not be happy if I erre Since I should not offend with Iupiter Of royal kindred thou dost boast to me But Ioâ—e'â— the fountain of Nobility Nay though from Jupiter thy self doth spring And Pâ—lops and Atreus be to thee a kin Jupiter's my Father who himself did cover With a Swans feathers and deceiv'd my Mother Go reckon now thy Pedegree of thy Nation And talk of Priâ—m and Laâ—medâ—â— Whom I do reverence yet thou shalt be Remov'd from Jupiter to the fifth degree And I but one and albeit that Troy Be a great land such is this we enjoy Though it for wealth and store of men excell The land is barbourous where thou do'st dwell yet thy Letter promises such gifts to me That goddesses might therewith â—empted be But if I may with modesty thus speak Thy self and not thy gifts may fancy take For either I 'le keep my integrity Or for thy love not gifts I 'le go with thee Though I despise them nor if e're I take Those gifts it shall be for the givers sake For when thy gifts have no power to moâ—e me I do esteem this more tâ—at thou do'st love me And that thou shoul'dst a painfull voyage take Through the rough Seas and all even for thy sake And I do mark thy carriage at the Table Although I to dissemble it am able Sometimes thou wantonly wilt on me glance And put me almost out of countenance Sometimes thou â—ghâ—st and then the cup do'st take And to drink where I did drink do'st pleasure take And so sometimes with thy fingers or a wink Thou closely wouâ—dâ—st expresse what thou didst think And I confesse I have blush't many times Foâ— fear my husband should discern thy signes And oftentimes unto my self I said If he were shamless he would be dismaid And on the Table thou hast many a time Fashon'd and drawn forth with a little wine Those letters whâ—ch my name did plainly show And underneath them thou hast writ Amo. I look't on it but seem'd not to beleive thee But now this word Amo doth also give me By these allurments thou my heart might'st bend If that I would have yeilded to offend I must confess thou haâ—â— a beauteous face Might win a Maid to yeild to thy embrace Let some one rather honestly enjoy thee Then that a strangers love should so destroy me To resist the power of beauty learn by me Vertue abstains from things which pleasing be By how many young men have I wooed been That beauty Paris sees others have seen Thou art more bold but they as much did see Nor hast more courage but less modesty I would thy ship had then arrived here When a thousand youths for my love Suiters were For before a thousand I had preferr'd thee Nay even my husband must have pardon'd me But thou hast stai'd too long and hast so trifle'd That all my Virgin joyes are gon and rifled Thou wert too flow therefore suppress thy flame What thou defir'st another doth obtaine Though to have been thy Wife I do wish still Meneâ—aâ—â— enjoyes me not 'gainst my will Cease with fair words to mollify my breast If you love me let it be so exprest Let me live as fortune hath allotted me Do not seek to corrupt my chastity But Venus promis'd thee in the Idean wood When three nak'd goddesses before thee stood One promised a Kingdome unto thee T'other that thou in wars should'st prosperous be But Venuâ— who was the third in this strife Did promise Helena should be thy wife I scarce believe the goddesses would be In a case of beauty judg'd so by thee Were the first true the latter part is sain'd That she gave thee me for Judgement obtain'd I do not think my beauty such that she Could think to bribe thy judgement by that fee. I am content that men may beauty prize That beauty Vâ—nâ—s praises she envies Ther 's no assurance in a strangers love As they do wander so their love doth rove And when you hope to find most constancy Their love doth coole and they away do flye Wiâ—nesse Ariadne and Hipsiphile Whoâ—e lawlesse ove procur'd their misery And it is said thou did'st Oenon wrong Forsaking her whom thou hadâ—st lov'd so long This by thy self cannot denyed be For know I took care to enquire of thee Besides if thou had'st a desire to prove Constant in thy affection and true love yet thou wouldâ—st be compellâ—d at â—â—â—st to sail And with thy Trojans thou away would'st saile For if the wished night appointed were Thou would'st be gone if that the wind stood fair And when our pleasures grew unto the height Thou would'st be gone if that the wind stood right So by a fair wind I shouâ—d be bereft Of joyes even in the midst imperfect left Or as thou perswad'st shall I follow thee To Troy and so great Priams Daughter be yet I do not so much contemn swift fame That I would stick disgrace upon thy name What would Priam and his Wife think of me With 's Daughters and thy brothers which may be Wâ—at mâ—ght Sparta and Greece of Helen say Or what might Troy report and Asia And how canst thou hope I should faithfull prove And not to others as to thee gâ—ant love So that if a stâ—angers ship do arrive here It will procure in thee a jealous fear And in thy rage call me adulteresse When
home Since for my fathers death I a mourner am Whose death includes more grief then I can name My brother Hyppolliâ—us deserves a tear Whom his own horses did in pieces tear These fatall causes might excuse my stay yet after a while I will come away I will but lay my Fâ—tâ—er in the grave For 't is fit he â—hould worthy burial have Grant me but â—ime and I will constant be Thy Country â—eilds most safety unto me To those that since the fall of Troy did wander By land and sea and padst through much danger Tâ—â—â—ce hatâ— been kind and I unto this Land By tempest drove was kindly entertain'd If that thy love to me remain the same VVho in my royal Palace now do raign And art not Angry with my parents fate Or with Dâ—mophoon most unfortunate Suppose that unto me thou hadst been married VVhen at the siege of Troy ten years I tarried Penelâ—pe through all the world is fam'd Because that she her chastity maintain'd For she with witty Arâ— did alwayes wâ—ave An unthriving web suiâ—ers to deceive For she by night did it in pieces pull Resolving the unâ—wisted threds to woll Do'st 〈◊〉 the Thraciaâ—s will not marry thee Or wilt thou marry any one but me Hast thou a heart with any one to join Thy hand unlesse thy hand do join with mine HOw wilt thou blush then and how wilt thou grieve When a far off thou shalt my failes perceive Thou wilt condemn thy self and â—ay alas I see Demophoon most faitful was Dâ—mopâ—oâ—n is return'd and for my sake A dangerous voyage he by sea did make I that for breach of faith him rashly blamed Have broke my faith while I of him complained But Philliâ— I had rather thou should'st marry Then that thou shouldst some other way miscarry Why dost thou threaten thou wilt make away Thy self the gods may hear when thou dost pray Though thou do'st blame me for inconstancy Add not affliction to my misery Though Tâ—eseus Ariadnâ— did forsaâ—e Where he wild beasts a prey of her might maâ—e Yet my desert hath not been such that I Should be accused of inconstancy This Letter may the winds wiâ—â— out all fail Bring safe to tâ—ee which us'd to drive my fail Perswade thy self I fain would come away But that I have just cause a while to stay The Argument of Sabines third Epistle THis responsive Epistle written by Paris is not difficult for the Argument is taken out of Oenones Epistle Paris having violated the rites of marriage by repudiating his wife and marrying Helena first confesses to Oenone the injury he had done her After ward excusing himself he transfereth the blame on Cupid whose power Lovers cannoâ— râ—sist and on the fate who had destinated Helena to him unknown But t is reported that Oenone did love Paris so dearly that he being brought to her wounded by Phyloctetes with one of Hercules arrowes she imbraced his body and embalâ—â—eing it with tears dyed over him and so they were both buried in Cebriâ— a Trojan City PARIS to OENONE Nymph I confesse that I fit words do want To write an answer to thy just complaint I sâ—ek for words but yet I cannot find VVords that my aptly suite unto my mind I confesâ—e against thee I haâ—e offended yet Hâ—lens love maâ—es me I cannot mend it I 'le condemn my self but what doth it avail The power of love makes a bad cause prevail For though thou should'st condemn me and my cause yet Cupâ—d means to â—ry me by his lawes And if by his lawes we will judged be It seems another hath more right to me Thou weâ—t my first love I conâ—esse in truth And I marri'd thee in my flowre of youth Of my father Pâ—iam I was not proud As thou do'st write but unto thee I bow'd I did not think Hâ—ctor should prove my brother VVhen thee and I did keep our flocks together I knew not my mother Queen Hâ—cuâ—e VVhose Daughter thou most worthy art to be But love I see is not guided by reason Consider with thy self at this same season For thou complain'st that I have wroâ—ged thee And yet thou writest that thou lovest me And though the Sâ—yres and the Fawnâ—s do move thee yet thou â—emainest constant still unto me Bendes this love is fatal unto me My Sister Cassandra did it foresee Before that I had heard of Helâ—ens name Whose beauty through all Greece was known by â—ame I have told all unlesse it be that wound Of love which I have by â—er beauty found Nay those wounds I will open and from you To gain some help I will both beg and sue My life and death are both within thy hand you have conquer'd me I 'm at your command yet I remember that when you heard me â—elate to you her diâ—mal prophesie While I did tell thee thou didst weep upon me VViâ—hing the go is would turn that sad fate upon me That thou 〈◊〉 gâ—t'st have no cause to accuse When that O 〈◊〉 doâ—h 〈◊〉 lose Love blinded me that I could not believe thee And loving thee doth make me now deceive thee Love powerful is and when he list can turn Ioâ—â— to a bull or to a Bird tranforme Such beauty all the world should not contain As Hâ—lâ—n who is born to be my flame Since Iupiter to disguise his loose scape Did transforme himself unto a â—wans shape And Ioâ—â— also descended from his Tower To court fair Daâ—â—e in a golden showre Sometimes himself he to an Eagle turn'd And sometimes to a white Bull hath transform'd And who would think that Hâ—râ—ules would spin yet love of Dâ—ianâ—ra compell'd him And he wore her lâ—ght Peâ—ticoate 't is said While his love with his Lions skin was clad So I remember love compelled thee The more 's my fault that thou preâ—erredst me Before Apollos love and from him fled Because thou would'st possesse my marriage bed Yet I excel'd not Plâ—oebus but the dart Of Love did so inforce thy gentle heart yet this may unto thee some comfort prove That she is no base Harloâ— whom I love For she whom I before thee do prefer By birth is â—escended from Iupiâ—â—r yet her birth doth not inamour'd make me But 't is her matchlâ—sse beauty that doth take me O my Oenonâ— I do wish it still I had not been on the Idaean Hill A judge of beauty Pallas now doth grudge And Iune because against them I did judge And because I did lovely Venus praise And for her beauty gave to her the Bayes She that can raise loves flame up in another She that rules Cupid and is his own Mother yet she could not avoid her own Sons shaft And Bow where with he wounded others oft For Vâ—lcan took fair Venus close in bed VVith Mâ—rs which by the gods was witnessed And Mars again she afterward forâ—ook And for her Paramour Anchises took For with Anchises she in love would be And did revenge his sloath in venery If Venus thus did in afâ—ection rove Why may not she make Paris change his love Menelaus with her fair face was took I lov'd her before on her I did loâ—k Though wars ensue if I do her enjoy And a thousand ships fetch her back from Troy I do not fear the war is just and right If all the world should for her beauty fight Although the armed Grecians ready be To fetch her back I 'le keep her here with me If thou hast any hope to change my mind To use thy charmes why art tâ—ou not enclin'd Since in Apollo's Arts thou art well seen And to Hecates skill hast used been Thou canst cloud the day and stars shinning clear And make the Moon forsake her silver sphere And by thy charmes while I did Oxen keep Fierce Lyons gentâ—y waâ—k't among the sheep Thou didst make Xanthus and Simâ—eâ—s flow Unto their springs and back again to go And charm'dst other Rivers when thou did'st see They thirsted aâ—ter thy Virgininiâ—y Oenone let thy charmes effectual prove To change my affection or quench thy love Bookes Printed for William Gilbertson the sign of the Bible in Gilt-spur-stree without Nâ—wgate THe Faithfull Analist or an Epitome of the English History giving a true account of the Affairs of this Nation from the building of the Tower of London in the dayes of William the Conqueror to the Restoring of our Gracious King Charles the Second where in all things remarkable both by Sea and Land from the year 1069. to the year 1660 are truly and exactly represented The Rich Cabinet with variety of Inventions unlocked and opened for the recreation of Ingenious spirits at their vacant hours also variety of Recreative fire-works both for Land Air and Water whereunto is added Divers Experiments in Drawing Painting Arethmetick c. The History of Parismus and Parismenos The History of Ornatus and Artesia The History of Dr. Iohn Faustus the first and second part The History of the Gentle Craft the second part shewing what famous men have bâ—en Shoo-makers Iustin in Lattin Also Iustin in English Translated out of the four and forty books of Trogus Pompelus containing the Affairs of all ages and Countreys both in peace and war from the beginning of the world till the time of the Roman Emperors togather with an Epitome of the lives and Manners Fitting to be used in Schools for the benefit of youth The Government of Cattle by Leonard Mascall Chief Farier to King Iames. The Surveyors Perambulator A new book of Surveying of Land PLAYS Ignoramus Dr. Faustus The Valiant Welchman Fair EM the Millers Daughter of Manchester GUY of Warmick Lady Alymony The Merry Devil of Edmonton The Shoe-makers Holiday or the Gentle-Craft FINIS