charge and sterne Onytes too Of th' Echion name whom dame Peridia bore Brother from Lycia sent and Phoebus shore And young Menaetes who in vain denide To go to wars neer fishy Lernas side He had his craft and house wealth was unknown Whose father â—il'd a countrey not his own As fires are kindled in contrary ways Amongst dry woods and sprigs of crackling bays Or when with rapid course from mountains steep Sound foamy streams and hurry to the deep And both alike make devastations large So stout Aeneas and bold Turnus charge Their rage now boyls and breasts unconquer'd bleed With their whole strength to slaughter they proceed Muranus here boasting the antient name Of Grandsires who from Latine Princes came He with a stone orethrew and on the Plains Measur'd his length whom falne and lost his reins The wheels ran ore thick blows swift heels afford Of horses now unmindfull of their lord Turnus meets Ilus mainly raging now And casts his javelin at his golden brow Quite through the helme it fixed in his brain Nor could thy valour thee protection gain Bold Graecian Creteus from fierce Turnus ods Nor from Aeneas charge could his own Gods Cupentus save his breast to th sword must yield Nor to the wretch avail'd his brazen shield Thee Aeolus Laurentian fields saw dead And the large Champaigne thy broad shoulders spread Whom not the Argive squadrons could destroy Nor sterne Achilles who subverted Troy Here was thy place for death from Ida come Laurentian fields thy body must intombe Latins and Trojans now are all ingag'd Mnestheus Serestus and Messapus rag'd Well mounted on bravely Asylas brings Up Tuscane bands and the Arcadian wings They battell joyne and strive with all their might No reserve left there was a cruell fight The most fair mother of Aeneas here Puts in his mind to th'wals he should draw neer And straight with 's Army to the city go Which sudden should the Latins overthrow He as he Turnus sought through all the bands Bending each way saw how Laurentum stands From so much troubles safe in quiet rest A shape of greater war inflames his breast Mnestheus Sergestus and Serestus stout Plac'd on a mount he cals where round about Trojans might flock nor shields or spears they laid Aside whilst thus from rising ground he said What I command obey this Jove decrees Nor slow move for the suddain enterprise This town and city cause of all this war Unlesse they yield and say they vanquish'd are I will destroy and levell with the ground Their smoking spires till Turnus will be found Must I expect whilst he is pleas'd to fight Vanquish'd again must I attending wait Of all our woes this is the head and spring Sue then for peace with slames and fire-bands bring This said they cheerfull into order fall And in a body draw unto the wall Straight scaling ladders were and fire prepar'd Some to the gates advance and kill the guard Others all heaven with shafts and javelins cloud Aeneas first raising his hand allowd Latinus blames cals heaven to witnes then He is compel'd to take up arms agen They by hostility Peace had broken twice Then ' mongst the People factious stirs arise Some for the Trojans bid open the gate And that they should march through the city straight And to the out-works they their King do call Others bring arms and will defend the wall As when a swaine finds in a hollow rock A swarme of bees and fils the place with smoke Disturb'd they flie about their waxen seat And with a mighty noise their anger whet Smoke scales their roofs within sad murmurs rise And pitchy fumes advance unto the skies When to the fainting Latins chanc'd a woe Which the whole city did with grief oreflow As the Queen saw the foe draw neer the wall The gates beset fire on the roofs to fall Nor Turnus nigh the city to maintain Hopelesse she thought in fight the Prince was slain Struck dead with woe I am the cause she cries I I the spring of all these miseries Thus raving she her bitter grief exprest And desperate she rends her purple vest Then on a beam a knot for base death knit Soon as the wofull Latins heard of it But first Lavinia tore her golden hair And rosie cheeks they all in uprore were And the whole palace rung with dismall cries Hence the sad fame through the whole city flies Their hearts now fail'd amaz'd Latinus went And regal weeds at his wives fortune rent Then for his ruin'd town opprest with woes Foul dust upon his silver hair he throwes Himself much blaming cause he did refuse And for his son did not Aeneas chuse Mean while the warriour Turnus did a few Poor straglers to the farthest plains pursue And by degrees now slower and slower he rides And lesse and lesse in his swift horses prides Hither to him the wind strange terror bears With clamours mix'd and to his listning ears The cities confus'd noise and cries had blown Ah what misfortune now disturbs the town Why from Laurentum come such sounds This said Distracted in his mind a while he staid His sister who Metiscus shape had got His charioteer and drove his chariot To him then spake The Trojans there pursue Where victory opens now a way to you Others there are that will defend the town Aeneas drives th' Italians up and down Thundring in arms let us like slaughters make Amongst the Trojans nor the field forsake Since thou in strength and valour equal art Then Turnus said Sister long since I knew thee when by charms Thou brok'st the league and tookst thy selt up arms Now Goddesse thou deceiv'st in vain but who From heaven to suffer thus commanded you Cam'st thou to see thy brothers cruel death What safety else can fortune now bequeath Did not these eyes behold Muranus when He call'd to me aloud and call'd agen Then whom to me alas was dearer none The brave man fell by a great wound orethrown And haplesse Vfens dy'd lest he should see Our foul disgrace his arms and body be The Trojans prize Shall I here tamely stay Till they destroy the town Is that the way Nor shall this arm Drances confute shall I Retreat and shall this land see Turnus fly Is death so hard You spirits that dwell below Oh send me aid since heaven's declar'd my foe To you my spotlesle soul not knowing t' offend Worthy my predecessors shall descend Scarce said when Sages through the foe did come His horse behold all over in a fome In 's head an arrow sticking post he came Requiring aid of Turnus by his name Great Prince in thee is our last hopes allow Some aid to us Aeneas thunders now In arms about our gates and threatens he Will now destroy the towres of Italie And ready with destruction fire-brands flie About the roofs The Latines fix their eye Only on thee all 's lost if thou not aid Nor will Latinus longer be delaid Whom to call son
Forsake and other billows roul with oars Brief th' aged Priestesse thus to him replies Anchises son sure stock of deities Thou Styx Cocytus view'st by this to swear And to deceive the power the Gods do fear All those sad troops thou seest are not interr'd That Charon those he wafts are sepulcher'd Untill their bones in quiet rest before None passe these hoarce waves to the horrid shore A hundred years to wander here they' are bound Permitted then to passe the Stygian sound The Prince at this no further did advance And full of thoughts pitying their sad mischance Leucaspes and Orontes there he spies The Lycian chief sad wanting obsequies Whom the black south o're set with tempest when They sail'd to Troy waves swallowing ship and men Lo Palinure the master next appear'd Whom whilst by stars from Lybia he steer'd Fell mid'st the waves and tumbles with the stern Him when he could in so much shade discern O Palinure first said what deitie Snatch'd thee from us and drown'd amid'st the Sea Speak for to me still Phoebus words prov'd true But onely in my hopes concerning you He said thou safe to Latium through the seas Shouldst passe behold Are these his promises Great Trojan Prince Phoebus deceiv'd not thee Said Palinure nor hath the God drown'd me For the torne rudder grasping with much force As to my charge I stuck and steer'd my course With it I fell by the rough seas I sweare Nor for my selfe conceiv'd I so much feare But that the Master wanting at the helme Such swelling waves thy ship might overwhelme Three stormie nights rough south winds carried me Through the vast waves the fourth dawne Italy Rais'd on a swelling wave I saw and swam Softly to shore and to firm footing came When cruel men on me with weapons set Grasping rough bancks loaden with garments wet Who ignorantly tooke me for a prey The waves possesse me now and in the sea The winds oft rowle my body to the shore But by heavens pleasant light I thee implore Py thy deare Father and thy hopefull heire Take me from hence great Prince or else interre For thou hast power and seeke m'in Velins bay Or if thy mother Venus shew the way For I beleeve without some aiding God Thou com'st not now to faile this dreadful flood Then helpe a wretch and me transport with thee That I at last in death may quiet be This said then Sybill thus her selfe exprest Whence Palinurus comes this strange request Wouldst thou unburied Styx the furies Lake Behold and without leave these shores forsake Desist to hope that fates will heare thy prayer But take this comfort to appease thy care The neighbouring Cities shall thy bones interre And mov'd by omens build thy sepulchre Then to thy tombe pay yearly rites and shall The place for ever Palinurus call These words appeas'd his cares and griefe ore-came Proud of a countrey that should beare his name Then on they went and to the stream drew nigh As Charon these from Stygian waves did spie Bending through silent groves to his fad strands Thus rudely first begins and threatning stands Who ere thus arm'd approachest to our streams Your businesse tell this is the place of dreams Of shades and drousie night depart nor can My Stygian boat transport a living man Nor pleas'd it me to waft ore Stygian seas Theseus Perithous nor great Hercules Though sprung from Gods men never vanquished From our Kings Throne in chains Alcides led Hels porter trembling the other did combine To take from Plutoe's bed chast Proserpine Then Sybill said give not such way to rage Here are no stratagems nor arms t' ingage A violence let hels Porter ever lye In 's kennell and pale Shadowes terrifie Still in her Uncles Court the Queen may be Aeneas fam'd for armes and pietie To see his father through darke shades descends If thee no shape of such affection bends Behold this bough which hidden in her vest She shewes then swelling rage forsakes his breast Nor more he said but the strange gift admires The fatall bough not seen in many years Then turns his sable vessel toward the strand Thence drives those Ghosts sate waiting on the sand Opens his hatches and receives his freight The craz'd boat groanes with great Aeneas weight And leakie drunck much water safe at last He with the Priestesse and Aeneas past And free from foule mud ' mongst black rushes lands From triple jawes great Cerberus through those strdans Still barks and huge in a vast kennell lies When she his neck dreadfull with serpents spies She casts to him a soporiferous bit He opens his three mouths to swallow it Then being laid stretcht forth his long back lies Measuring his kennell with his mighty sise Aeneas past whilst Cerberus sleeps and leaves The shores of irrenavigable waves Then they heard voices and a mighty cry Of Infants weeping which in th'entrance lie Whom from sweet life a wofull death did call From the loved teate with timelesse funerall Next those who falsly were condemn'd to die And did not without Lot or judgement lie Minos being plac'd a silent councell cals And lives examines of the criminals Next after these those wretched Ghosts recide Who nating life have by their own hands dyde And lost their soules who now to live again Would not hard toyle and poverty disdain Them fates deny and the most dreadfull sound Binds in and Stix nine times incircles round Not farre from hence they to large champaigns came The fields of sorrow call'd such was the name Here those whom cruell love with griefe devours Did haunt close walks conceal'd in mirtle bowres Nor in their death relinquish they their woes There Phedra Procris and Euryphile goes Shewing those wounds her son had made he saw Pasiphae Evadne Laodomia Coeneus with them now woman once a man Whom fates restor'd to her own sex againe Amongst these Dido wandred the great wood With a fresh wound whom as Troys Heroe stood And drawing nigh through obscure shades he knew Such in her prime the rising moon we view Or seeme at least to see through clouds displaid Powring forth tears then with sweet love he said Ah haplesse Dido truth that newes did tell Which said thou' rt dead and by thy own hand fell I was the cause now by the stars I vow By Gods and faith if any is below Unwillingly best Queen I left thy lands But was inforced by the gods commands Who now compell me through these shades to passe Through deepest night and this most dismall place Nor my departure could I ere suppose Could thee alas ingage in so much woes O stay and part not thus whom fly'st thou me We nere shall meet againe so fates decree These to her vext and frowning he declares Her to appease but forceth his own tears Fix'd on the earth her eyes averse she held Nor was to change no more with words compeld Then if hard flint or Parian Rocks had stood Then flyes displeas'd and seeks
Groves of living Olives these rejoyce And by wilde Olives of that Land make choice And where soure Beries through the Country spread But a rich ground with pleasant moysture fed Where store of grass and verdant champains be Such as in wanton vales we use to see VVhere Rivers from the lofty Rock descend VVith fruitfull mud and to the Southward bend Nourishing Ferne which so much hurts the Plow Here for thee Bacchus strongest wine shall grow To swell the Press this the rich Grape shall bear Such as in Gold for offerings we prepare When the swolne Tuskans on their Cornets play And we on Altars smoking entrals lay But if thou herds and Steers delight to keep Or Goats that burne the corne or fleecy sheep Seek pleasant Groves and rich Tarentum's Coast And plaines which wofull Mantua hath lost VVhere silver Swans neer flourie Rivers plant VVhere Crystall Springs nor grass the Cattel want How much thy herds eat in the longest day So much cold dews in the short night repay Black grounds which under heavie Plowes are rich A brittle soyle for tillage makes it such Is best for corne upon no ground appears More Carrs returning home with wearie Steers Or where the angrie Swaine cuts down a wood And fruitless Groves which many years had stood And by the roots Birds ancient seats o rethrew Who to the skies their nests forsaken flew But a rough Champaine soone improves with toyle For hungrie grounds and a rough stonie soyle Scarce bees with Cassia and sweet dew supplie In whose dark hollow Rocks foul Serpents lie No Land they say with better choice is stor'd Of food for Snakes nor better nests afford That Earth exhales thin Clouds and flying mists And moysture drinks repaying when it lists Which alwayes her own verdant Liverie wears Nor hurts with coomings and foule rust the shares Where Elms with joyfull vine are interwove Where Olives grow that soyle you may approve Both for your Cattell and the heavie Plow For they such plaines nee'r wealthie Capua sow And those which border nigh Vesuvius heights And Clanius who oft poor Acerra frights I 'le teach thee now moulds differing to discerne That what 's too thick or looser thou mayst learn Since one corne best affects the other Vines To Ceres â—â—â—ick to Bacchus thin inclines First with great diligence let a place be found There let a pit be made deep in the ground This done cast in the thrown-out mould again And with thy feet tread the whole surface plaine If there want Earth t is loose that most inclines Cattell to feed and cherish prospering Vines But if t' its bounds 't will not be brought again And the pit fil'd some earth shall yet remain That soyle is thick plough with thy sturdy yoak There the hard glebe let that tough soyle be broke Land that is salt and which we bitter finde Is bad for fruit to tillage not inclin'd All plants shall here degenerate and the vine Looseth the name and this shall be the signe From smokie roofes an Osier basket take And such a strainer as for wine they make There Earth with streams drawn from a Crystall Spout Commix and all the water will run out And in great drops shall through the strainer flow But soon the taste will clear distinction shew And straight thou may'st with bitterness espie The tasters mouth displeas'd be drawn awrie And lastly we thus rich soyle understand It will not moulder kneading in your hand But to your fingers it will cling like pitch Moyst ground hath weeds and that which is too rich Ah! Let not mine too fertile prove nor bear Upon a heavie stalke a ponderous ear Mould that is sad that silently by weight It self betrayes and so we finde what 's light Black and all colours straight our eyes discerne But cursed cold is wonderous hard to learn Yet sometimes pitchy Firr and fatall Yew Or winding Ivie will sad tokens shew This known with care thy earth plough long before And raise the ridges of thy Furrows more And let thy turn'd up Gleab sterne Boreas face Before thou set the vines rejoycing race Brittle is best which winde and frost indure And rustick Swaines with turning oft manure But those men who no care or labour flie Choose places fit both for a Nursery And where they may transplanted after grow Lest they their mother suddain chang'd not know Also Heavens quarters on they bark the score That they may coast it as it was before Which Southern heat sustains which viewd the Pole Such strength hath custome in each tender soule First know if hils or dales best please the grape Wouldst thou the plenty of rich vineyards reap Sow the vale thick then will thy press abound But if it hillie be and rising ground Set thin thy ranks nor less in every tract Range ordered vines the walks drawn out exact As when a mighty battel 's to be fought Up to the front the ordered files are brought Troups hide the fields and ready for alarms All the vast Champain shines with glittering arms Before in horrid fight the battell joynes And doutbfull Mars to neither part inclines So let thy ranks in even number grow Not that vain fancie should be fed with shew But else th' earth grants not equall nourishment Nor can their branches have their full extent Perhaps how deep to furrow thou would'st know In shallow trenches I my vines dare sow But the huge Aesculus that mighty tree Must in earths bosome deeply fixed be How much to Heaven her spreading branches shoot So much towards hell extend her fixed root Therefore not her showrs with huge tempests mix'd Nor cruell winter harms but remains fix'd And many years and ages she indures Of short-liv'd man whom her own strength secures Tall branches guard her and huge bowes displaid Protect her round with her own mighty shade Nor make thy vineyard where the Sun declines Nor plant rough hazels mongst the tender vines Nor pull the lofty branches nor impaire The sprouting bows for great must be thy care Nor rustie pruners harme the hopefull seed Nor let wilde Olives in thy vineyard breed Mongst careless Swains oft happens fire which first Under the sappie rinde is closely nurst Then by degrees to the high branches flies And spreading sends loud fragor to the skies A victor straight from bough to bough aspires And the Crown seis'd involveth all with fires To Heaven black clouds and pitchy mists are sent And dismall vapours scale the firmament But more if from the North atempest rise And in the groves winde makes the flame increase This happens then their stocks decatd no more Sprout fresh again nor flourish as before Nor from the earth like nourishment receives But curst wilde Olives grow with bitter leaves Let none how ever skilfull thee advise To turne hard grounds when Northern winds arise Winter binds earth with frost nor grants the seed To take firme root nor tender plants to feed Then set thy vines when the
will indure the reine No art more keeps their strength then to remove Venus and cruell shafts of blinded Love Whether in herds thou dost or horses pride Far of the bulls alone are feeding ti de Behinde a mountain or beyond some flood Or at full stalls shut up with plenteous food The female in their sights consume their strength VVho burning minde nor food nor groves at length She with her sweet inticements oft provokes Proud rivals till their furie turne to strokes In pleasant groves the beauteous Heifer feeds But they joyn battell and in warlick deeds Gaine many wounds their bodies bath'd in gore Closing their horns most dreadfully they rore The mighty woods and heavens vast Court resound Nor more these warriors pasture in one ground Exil'd to coasts unknown the vanquish'd goes Moning his shame and the proud Conqueror's blowes That unreveng'd from him his love was tooke And looking back his native Realm forsook Then he improves his strength with all his care Amongst hard rocks all night his lodgings are There he rough leaves and brisly Carix eats And striving with his horns his anger whets Against a tree his blowes the winde excite Raising the sand a Prologue to the fight Strength once regain'd he doth to battell goe And suddain chargeth his forgetfull foe As when amid'st the Sea billows grow white Rowling from th' ocean gather to a height And now at Land gainst rocks it strangely rores Nor less then Mountains break upon the shores The deep waves boyle whirl'd with a foming tide And working casts up sand on every side All men on earth and beasts both wilde and tame Sea-monsters gaudy fowle rush to this flame The same love works in all with love ingag'd The Lyoness mindelesse of her whelps inrag'd VVanders the fields nor foule Bears oftner take So many lives nor greater slaughter make Nor cruell Tygers nor the raging Boar Ah'tis ill wandring then drie Lybias shore Seest thou how horses will all over shake When in their nostril's the known sent they take Nor they with curbs nor stripes can be debar'd Nor Rocks nor Rivers can their course retard Though down they sweep whole Mountains with their waves The Sabell Boare whetting his tusks then raves Rubbing against a tree and tears the ground Hardning his shoulders gainst th' insuing wound How was that young man took when fierce desire In his hot blood kindled so great a fire For he when all the elements did fight Through Seas turn'd Mountains swomme in hideous night When at him heavens Artillery thunder'd round And broken billows gainst the Rocks resound Nor could his wofull parents him recall Nor she whose Fate attends his funerall But the Mares furie above all is fam'de For Venus with such rage their minds inflam'de VVhen Glaucus Chariot Mares with furie stir'd Did with revenging teeth devoure their Lord. Beyond high Gargarus loud Ascanius stream O're hils and deepest floods Love carries them And straight with hidden fire their marrow burns But most i' th Spring when heat of blood returns Then all to courting Zephire turne their face And plac'd on Rocks lascivious gales imbrace And oft they pregnant prove without a mate Big with the windes and wonderous to relate Then over hils and dales are carried on Not to thee Eurus nor the rising Sun To Boreas nor whence Auster doth arise And with black showrs in mourning cloaths the skies Hence comes that poyson which the Shepherds call Hippomanes and from their groine doth fall The wofull bane oft cruell stepdames use And with a charme mongst pow'rfull drugs infuse But time irreparable hasts away VVhil'st we with love transported waste the day Thus much for herds Next be your care to keep The shaggie Goat and drive the fleecie sheep From this expect your glory rustick Swaines Nor am I ignorant how great a paines It is low things with glorious words to praise And slender arguments to such honour raise But me love of Parnassus doth invite To hils untracted there is my delight VVhere no old path is to Castalia found And now great Pales thee I shall resound First in warme Coats preserve thy flocks and feed Till fresh spring give new livories to the Mead Let straw and litter keep their lodgings warme Lest cruell cold the gentle offspring harme Breeding the scab and rot but Arbuts bring To wanton Goats and water from the spring Then free from winds against the winter sun Place thou their stalls where Phoebus warms at noon When cold Aquarius shall no more appear Sprinkling chill dewes on the concluding year And to keep Goats take thou no smaller care Nor less shall be thy gain then if they were In rich Milesian fleeces cloath'd and sold Blushing in Tyrrian purple for much gold These still will breed hence store of milk you get The more the paile fomes with the drained teat The more sweet streams from the prest udder spin Besides they cut the beards and hoarie chin Of the Cyniphian Goats and brisly hairs Usefull for Camps and wofull Mariners But they in woods and high Lycaeus rove Feeding on briers and bramble beries love Then home returne leading their own fair strain And scarce with full teats o're the threshâ—ld gain But carefull keep from them cold windes and snow Because they less the want of mortals know And bring sweet food for them green branches cut Nor from the hay stack all long winter-shut But when the spring the Western winds invokes To Groves and Meads invite then both thy flocks At the first dawn in cold grounds let them feed Whil'st day is young and pearled is the mead When dew to cattell deer on soft grass lies And the fourth houre heat musters from the skies And amongst shrubs the murmuring Grashopper sings Command thy flocks then to the Lakes or Springs Or let them taste sweet streams in pipes conveid And when grown hot to seek some cooling shade Or Joves great Oke preserved long from harms By ancient rites stretching his mighty armes Or where dark Groves are with thick branches made Awfull and sacred with a horrid shade To water then and feed again prepare At Sun-set when sweet Vesper cooles the air When the bright Moon relieves the thirsty ground Halcyans on shores and birds on trees resound Why should I thee of Lybian shepherds tell Their pastures and how scatteringly they dwell Oft night and day for a whole moneth they feed And unhous'd Cattel through vast desarts leade In open field the Lybian Shepherd lies With him his stock his house and Deities His arms his Spartan Dog and Cretan bow So doth the armed Roman Soldier shew Loaden in 's march then stands in well pitch'd tents Before the foe could have intelligence But Scythians who Maeotick Lakes command And stormie Ister rouling golden sand Where Rhodope doth to the poole extend There in close stals the Cattell they defend The fields no grass the trees no leaves do boast But snowie mountains and a horrid frost Hides all the earth at least
And straight thou mayst foresee the vulgar rage Wilde for mad war for those who not ingage The martiall note provokes heard is th' alarme Like dreadfull Trumpets when they sound to arme They list proud troups in haste their Spears they whet Their light shields furnish and their arms they fit Guarding their King thick to the Court they goe And with loud clamor challenge out the foe Then when'tis fair the open field they take They joyne their battell and they joyning make A noise scales heaven and in close order all Strongly imbodied charge then head-long fall Not thicker haile doth in a tempest poure Nor shaken Okes more plenteous akorns showre The Kings amid'st the bands in armor shine And mighty soules in narrow brests confine Both resolute not to yield till these or they Are to proud Conquerors fore'd to give the day These huge commotions and so mightie war Suddain with thrown-up dust appeased are But when both Princes you from battell call Who seems the worst lest he a prodigall Should waste the stock command him to be slain And let the best in th' emptie pallace reign One shines with gold whom glorious colours grace Two sorts there are the best his noble face Hath blushing cheeks with sloth the other pale His sagging bellie after him doth traile As their two Kings such their two Nations are For one s deform'd as when a traveller Through clouds of dust extreamly thirsty gets And from 's drie mouth a sulleid water spits The other shines with gold and glory grac'd And equall spots upon their bodies plac'd This Progenie is best from these you may Sweet honey at the certain time conveigh Not only sweet but also shall be fine And which shall qualifie your sharpest wine But when they wander sporting through the skies Forsake their hives and cooling roofes despise Let not their stragling minds seek idle things Nor hard 's the task but cut their Princes wings They staying at home none dares to scale heavens arch Or with spread ensignes from their camp to march Them let sweet gardens with fresh flowres invite And old Priapus who the thieves doth fright And spoyling birds from thence with 's awfull look All safe preserving with his sallow hook Set thyme about their roofs and Pines remove From lofty hills if thou such labours love Weary thy hand with toyle and pleasant bowres Plant round and dew the earth with friendly showrs And did not I now to my Port draw neer And striking saile my prow to shore did steer How to adorne fair gardens I would sing And Pestum where there is a double spring Why Succorie in pleasant streams delights And verdant parseley swelling banks invites And Cucumers grow plump along the grass Nor would I Daffadils long in growth orepasse Or soft Acanthus winding Ivie's store And Myrtle so inamour'd on the shore I call to minde neere high Oebalius towrs Where slow Galesus waters Ceres bowrs I saw an old Corycian who injoy'd Few akers not for pasturage imploy'd Nor was it fit for corne or vineyard found Yet he mongst thornes choice herbs and lillies round His garden Vervaine did and Poppie finde That wealthiest Kings he equal'd in his minde And late at night returning home well stor'd He with unpurchas'd banquets lades his board He in the spring did first sweet Roses pull And could in Autumne apples soonest cull VVhen stones with cold the cruell winter cleaves And bridles up with ice the flowing waves His soft Acanthus now he gently twinde Chiding the tardy spring and lingring winde Therefore huge swarms his bees first pregnant brought And his full combes rivers of honey fraught His Pines and barren Lindons fruitfull were As many blossoms as his tree did bear So many apples it in Autumne grac'd And he the lofty Elms in order plac'd Wardens and Thorne which now a damson made And Planes which to Carousers are a shade But these excluded by a narrow straight I leave to others after to relate Now I 'le declare those gifts which were confer'd On bees by Jove himself for what reward They follow'd tinkling brass and Curets sound And fed the King of heaven under ground In common only they maintain their race And like a Citie rang'd their houses place And understrictest Laws they aged grow Their native Countrey and fix'd mansions know Mindfull of winter labour in the Spring And to the publick store their profit bring For some provide and by a compact made Labour abroad others within are stai'd To lay Narcissus tears and yielding gum As the first ground-work of the honey combe And after they tenacious honey spread Others the Nations hope young Colonies breed A second part the purest honey stives Untill the liquid Nectar crack the hives There are by lot attend the gates t' informe Approaching showrs and to foretell a storme To ease the loaden or imbattel'd drive The Drones a slothfull cattell from the hive Work heats of thyme the fragrant honey smels As when the Cyclops the soft masse compels Hasting for Jove huge thunderbolts to make Some with the bellows air returne and take Others in water dip the hissing o're Aetnean Caves with beaten anvils rore They with much strength their arms in order raise And turne with tongues the mass a thousand wayes So if I may great things compare with small Bees to their work for love of profit fall Each hath his task the aged Rulers are And frame Dedalian roofs and combs repair But those that youthfull be and in their prime Late in the night return loaden with thyme On every bush and tree about they spread And are with Cassia and rich Saffron fed Or purple Daffadils and Lindors tall All rest at once at once they labour all Early they take the field at night again When Vesper them from feeding doth constrain Homeward they draw and strength decaid restore And with soft murmurs throng about the dore When they repose all night they silent are And pleasant sleep doth wearied limbs repair Nor from their hives they stir when rain is nigh Nor trust their persons to a stormy skie But safe they water nere their Cities wall And oft with Pebles journeys make but small As a light boat ballanc'd on raging seas VVith which through vacant aire themselves they peise 'T is strange that Bees such customs should maintain Venus to scorne in wanton lust disdain To waste their strength and without throws they breed But cull from leaves and various flowres their seed Their Kings and pettie Princes they proclaime Then Pallaces and waxen Kingdoms frame But oft their wings are torne on Rocks abroad And free they spend their lives beneath their load So love they flowrs and to make honey pride Though soon the tearm of their short life doth glide For the seventh summer a full period gives Yet their immortall race for ever lives Their noble house for many years remains And records keep of antient Princes reigns Next not rich Aegypt nor great Lydia Parthians or
Me and thy self dear sister and thy town Both Peers and people thou hast overthrown Some water bring that I may bathe the wound And if that any breath be wandring found My lips shall gather it Thus having said She mounts the pile her dying sister laid With sweet imbraces closely to her brest And groaning dries the black blood with her vest To raise her heavie eyes again she tride And fails the deep wound bubbling in herside Thrice leaning on her arms assaid to rise Thrice turning on her bed with wandring eyes Heavens light she sought and finding groans again Then royall Iuno pitying her long pain And tedious death Iris from heaven commands To free her soul and ease lif 's strugling bands Since she di'de not by death deserv'd nor Fates But suddain rage her day anticipates Nor Proserpine did yet her bright hair take Nor doomb'd her head unto the Stygian Lake From heaven then dewie rose-wing'd Iris flew She gainst the sun a thousand colours drew Plac'd on her head Sacred to Dis from thee This charg'd I bear Be from thy body free This said she cuts her hair all heat expires And with it life into the air retires VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE FIFTH BOOK THE ARGUMENT Dido's ascending flames sad Trojans see Storms drive Aeneas back to Sicilie Anchises rites renew'd The annuall games Iris from Iuno stirs the Trojan dames To burn the fleet Aeneas prayes a showre Prevents the mischief quenching all but foure Trojans set sayle Venus of Neptune craves Safe passage for their Navie through his waves The God assents Somnus with Stygian boughes Besprinkles watchfull Palinurus browes Ore board he fals the losse Aeneas spies And weeping at the helm his place supplies MEane while his course resolv'd Aeneas sailes And the dark waves divides with northern gales Viewing unhappy Dido's wals which shone With flames the cause such fire had rais'd unknown But what a woman might in sorrow drown'd Struck deep with grief and burning love was found And by sad auguries Trojans understand As they possest the deep nor any land Now more in ken seas every where and skies Freighted with night and tempest did arise A black cloud waves grew horrid with the shade Then from the high sterne Palinurus said Ah! what huge storms surround the hemisphere Or sather Neptune what dost thou prepare Here bids them ply tough oars stand to their tack Then turnes her side to wind-ward and thus spake Great Prince if Jove should promise with this wind I should despair Italian coasts to finde Gusts rising shift the black west grows more loud And the whole heaven condens'd into one cloud In vaine we strive nor make we any way Therefore since fortune conquers let 's obey Where she cals sayle kinde shores of Erix are And the Sycanian ports from hence not far If rightly stars observ'd I bear in minde Then said the Prince I saw long since the winde Grew scarce and you in vain strove Roomer stand To ease our weary fleet not any land More gratefull is or I could wish for more Then the Dardanian Acestes shore Whose lap infolds my fathers bones This said Faire Zephyre swels their sayles the port they made With a swift current in the Navie stands And joyfull sailes at last to well-known sands Acestes wondred from a mountains height To see them come then hasts to th' friendly fleet A Libyan Bears skin rough with darts he wore whom th' Ilian Dame to flood Crinisus bore He mindfull ofs old stock congratulates Them now return'd and cheers with rurall cates The tir'de inviting to a friendly feast When the next morne had chas'd stars from the East Aeueas having warn'd from all parts round His friends to meet spake from a rising ground Ye Trojans sprung from the high blood of Gods A year hath finish'd monethly periods Since we inter'd the dust of my divine Father and made the funerall altars shine The day draws nigh I guesse which I must still Lament and honour Gods such is your will An exile in Getulian Syrts were I Or in Mycene took i' th Grecian sea Yet annuall vows and solemn rites I 'de pay And heap'd up offerings on his Altars lay Now we are present at my fathers dust Nor without heavenly providence I trust Arriv'd all safe within a friendly shore Glad honours celebrate and winds implore These rites he bid should annually be paid In temples dedicate our City laid Trojan Acestes will two beeves bestow On every ship your Countrey Gods allow And those Acestes honours at the feast And if the ninth Aurora from the East Brings a clear day does earth with beams disclose I 'le for the swiftest ship a prize propose For him runs best who bold strong nerves excite Good at the dart or shoots the nimble Flight Or dare in fight a cruell Cestus trust Come all due Palmes receive and honours just Give your applause your temples crown'd with boughes This said his mothers myrtle shades his brows This Helymus this old Acestes did Ascanius this the youth all followed Midst a great troop from thence Aeneas went With many thousands to the monument And pour'd two bowles of rich wine on the flore Two of new milk and two of sacred gore Strewing the place with purple flowrs then said Haile my blest father haile paternall shade And dust preserv'd in vain heaven would not grant Latium with thee and promis'd fields to plant Nor what ere Lydian Tyber to be sought This said a huge snake from the secret vault With seven vast gyres seven mighty fouldings glides And gently wreath'd the tomb by the Altar slides His back with green was freckled and a bright Purple with gold cast from his scales a light As in the clouds the mighty bow displayes A thousand various hues gainst Phoebus raies Aeneas wonders his long traine he roules Amongst the Goblets and the standing bowles Then feeds and having tasted harmeless went Leaving the Altars to the monument This made him more his fathers rites renew And solemne sacrifice suspecting now That either this one of his servants was Or else the sacred Genius of the place Five sheep he then did kill as many swine With black-back'd steers and as the use pours wine From bowls and great Anchises soul implores And Ghosts remitted from the Stygian shores Then all his friends of their own plenty paid Glad offerings and slain Steers the Altars lade Some spits prepare and boylers plant of brass They entrails rost dispers'd upon the grasse Th' expected day was present with the dawn Phaetous bright Steeds the ninth morn fair had drawn Glad troops from all parts fill the shore by fame Brought thither and renown'd Acestes name Some Trojans come to see others to play Amidst the Cirque in view the prises lay Wreaths sacred tripods palme the victors prize With arms a garment of rich scarlet lies Gold silver talents and appointed games A trumpet from amidst the heap proclaims First from the Fleet four chosen gallies try Their ponderous
with blows provoke One trusting youth best traversed his ground Th' other in strength and sife advantage found But with stiffe knees Entellus earnest slides Whil'st short thick breathings shake his ample sides Many blows past yet neither had the best Redoubled stroaks ring on their spacious brest And hollow sides about their ears and brows A swift hand flies and cheeks resound with blows Unmov'd yet old Entellus stood his skill And watchfull eye warding his body still As at a fenced City Dares lies Or a high towre by leagure to surprise This entrance that strives by his art to gaine And with oft storming seeks to get in vain Entellus rai'sd his arme and high did rise To make a stroke the coming blow he spies And with his nimble body did prevent Upon the aire the old mans strength is spent And heavie he with a huge weight comes down In Erymanthus so or Ida's Crown Torne from the roots tumbles a hollow Pine Trojans applauding rise Sicilians joyne Clamour scales heaven Acestes first runs forth To raise his equall aged friend from earth But th' Heroe this retards not nor affrights He fiercer now comes on rage strength excites And shame with conscious vertue force revives Then Dares headlong every where he drives With both his hands redoubling blows nor stops Nor stayes As in a storme the houses tops Rattle with haile so thick he strokes bestows And falls on Dares with a showre of blows Aeneas here forbids then to engage Further unwilling that Entellus rage Proceed so ends the fight and thence conveyd Spent Dares and with words appeasing said Hapless what folly did thy minde bereave Dost thou not more then humane strength perceive Yield to the God then brought him off this said But Dares with weak knees tossing his head His teeth all bloody and gore vomiting His faithfull equalls to the navie bring The helme and sword appointed they receive The bull the prize unto Entellus leave Proud of the palme the Conquerour rais'd with joy Then said know Goddess Son and you of Troy By this what strength I in my youth might have And from what death you rescu'd Dares save This said as he against the bull did stand Now his by fight his bat pois'd in his hand Rising betwixt the horns he takes him full And beats into his batter'd braine his skull Dead he falls down trembling on th' earth he lay And thus much adds Erix to thee I pay This better gift then Dares life and part A victor here both with my arms and art Forthwith Aeneas those would exercise The nimble shaft invites and plac'd the prize Brought from Serestus ship with a great throng A mast he fix'd to it a pidgeon hung This as a mark to aime at he made fast And in a brazen helme the lots were cast All being met first place with great applause The bold Hyrtacides Hippocoon draws Then Mnesteus conquerour in the navall game Crown'd with fresh olives up glad Mnesteus came Eurytion third thy brother most renown'd Pandarus who did once the peace confound And first his arrow mongst the Grecians shot Acestes last drew from the helme his lot And bold in youthful games will yet contend Then with great strength their hooked bowes they bend Each for himself and forth their arrow drew First through the skie from his loud bowstring flew Hyrtacides shaft and cutting swift aire past Then fix'd it self upon the adverse mast It shook the frighted bird flutters her wings And every part with loud applauses rings After bold Mnestheus stands his bowe he bent Taking his aim his eye with th' arrow went Though he was not so happy with the shot To hit the pigeon yet he broke the knot By which her feet to the high mast were tide She down the wind in a dark cloud did glide Then swift Eurytion did his shaft prepare And ready calls his brother in his prayer As with spread wings thence the glad pigeon flew Through vacant aire in gloomy clouds he slew Breathlesse she fell life in aetherial sphears Forsook and falling the fix'd arrow bears Acestes yet remain'd the palm being got Yet through the ample skie his arrow shot Boasting his art and sounding bowe streight here A future prodigie and great signs appear Such after-chance declar'd and omens late Which dreadful prophets did prognosticate For flying through moyst clouds the arrow fires And chalks the way with flames then spent expires Amongst the winds as often through the aire A meteor shoots and stars with blazing haire All are amaz'd Trojans Sicilians joyne In prayers but great Aeneas lik'd the signe And did Acestes joyfully imbrace Then loading him with mighty gifts thus sayes Best father take for so would heavens great King By these strange signs we thee prime honours bring This cup inchac'd with figures thou must have Which Thracian Cisseus old Anchises gave The mighty gift my Sire he did present Both of his love the pledge and monument And with fresh laurel binds his brows This said Then over all Acestes conquerour made Nor good Eurytion did such grace envy Though he the Dove brought from the losty sky Next he rewards him broke the cord and last Who fix'd his winged arrow in the mast But Prince Aeneas scarce this sport being done Epytides tutor and companion T' Ascanius cals and speak in 's trusty eare If Julus and the young troops ready were The horses train'd he with the band should come And shew himself arm'd at his grandsires tombe Then streight commands the throng'd in People here To make an open field the Place to cleer The boys march up before their Parents shew On gallant steeds whom Trojans as they go And the Trinacrian youth with shouts admir'd All as the use bright helm'd and brave attir'd And with steel points two cornel javelins bore Light quivers some and chains of gold they wore About their necks that rich and curious be Three troops march'd on lead up by captains three Twice six youth march in a divided band Bravely drawn up whom equal chiefs command Young Priam nam'd from 's grandsire first in Place Lead up his youth Polites thy fair race Latium t' augment a Thracian courser bore With white spots dapled and white feet before Who lofty in his forehead shew'd a star Next Atys whence the Latine Atii are Young Atys whom Ascanius lov'd and last Ascanius who in beauty all surpast Rid a brave horse which Dido did present Of her dear love the pledge and monument Each other youth was mounted on a Steed Of old Acestes pure Trinacrian breed The Trojans full of joy did entertain With acclamation this ambitious train Who by their faces their old Parents knew When these they had seen delighted with the shew Epytides gave the signe to them prepar'd And makes his loud switch ring no sooner heard They ran together in three squadrons then Divide and open at the word agen Their courses change and cruell javelins bear They countermarch the front becomes
she bids and finish your intents I see the Cyclops forged battlements And ports which stand with obvious arches there To place the present we commanded were Then through dark wayes they went with equal pace The mid path taking and approach the place Aeneas came to th'porch and purg'd with cleere Water the golden bough he fixed there These rites perform'd the Goddesse gift being plac'd In joyful places they arriv'd at last And came to groves where happy souls do rest In pleasant greens the dwellings of the blest Here larger skies did cloath with purple rayes The field which their own Sun and Stars obeys Some in green meads their time in wrastling spend Some gallantly on the bright sand contend Some graceful footing with a song present In a long robe the Thracian Poet went On seven sweet strings he descants sacred laies His hand now strikes his ivory quill now playes Here Teucers old line a fair race appears ' Most valiant Heroes borne in be ter years Ilus Asaracus and who built Troy's spires Their arms and empty chariots he admires Their spears stuck down their horses through the ground Carelesly fed and what delight they found In arms or chariots or brave steeds alive That pleasure under earth did still survive Others he saw on each side banquetting And in a solemn dance glad Paeans sing Shaded with odorous Laurel by whose woods Eridanus rising rowls his swelling floods And here were those did for their countrey die With Priests who in their lives vow'd chastitie And sacred Poets who pleas'd Phoebus best Or by invented arts mans life assist And others in their memories renown'd Their temples all with snowie garlands bound To those about her thus Sybilla sayes But to Musaeus first who midst them was And taller by the head then all the rest Say blessed souls and thou of Poets best Where is Anchises seatâ— to him we come And the great streams of Erebus have swom To whom the Heroe in few words again We have no certain places we remain On beds of grasse and walk in shadie woods And meadows ever fresh with chrystal floods But if you please t' ascend this rising brow I shall the most convenient passage shew This said he went before and a fair plain Discovering there thence they descend again But old Anchises sought with mighty care Souls which in pleasant vales confined were Which soon must view th' aetherial skies where he Numbred his own renowned progenie Their manners power their riches and their doom When towards him he saw Aeneas come Through pleasant greens joyful his hands did raise And bathing of his cheeks with tears thus sayes Thou com'st at last and thy great love to me Hath vanquish'd the hard journey I may see Thee now dear son and change discourses here Thus I forethought and judg'd the time drew neer Nor hath my care deceiv'd me from what coast Through vast seas com'st thou with what perils tost That now I meet thee here my mind misgave Lest thou in Lybia some mischance might have But he Dear father thy thy woful shade Appearing oft this journey did perswade Our fleet hides Tyrrhen shores grant grant that we May joyn right hands nor our imbraces flee Large floods then drown'd his cheeks thrice he assaid T'infold his neck three times the fleeting shade In vain he with extended arms assails Which like a swift dream flies or nimble gales When in a winding vale Aeneas fees A secret grove and far off murmuring trees And pleasant seats which Lethe warer'd here People in numerous nations did appeare And as in meads the bees in the bright spring Sit on the various flowres incircleing Bright lilleys and all the fields resound with noise Aeneas being ignorant asks the cause Struck with the sight what were those streams wherefore Such multitudes of men had fill'd the shore Anchises then Those souls to whom fates owe New bodies where the streams of Lethe flow Drink secure draughts and long oblivion These I desir'd to thee should be foreshown And these our stock to number whence the more Thou mayst rejoyce finding th' Ausonian shore O sir must such pure souls aetherial aire Review again and to dull flesh repaire Why have the wretches such a strange delight To visit day I shall the cause recite Nor will I hold thee in sulpence dear son Then thus Anchises orderly went on At first the heaven and earth the liquid plain The moons bright globe and stars Titanian A spirit fed within spread through the whole And with the huge heap mix'd infus'd a soule Hence man and beasts and birds derive their strain And monsters floating in the marbled main These seeds have fiery vigour and a birth Of heavenly race but clog'd with heavy earth Which their dull limbs and dying members drown'd Hence fears and hopes sorrows and joy abound Shut in dark flesh their natures they forget But when their latest light and life is set Not all woes leave them nor all tortures quite Forsake the wretches there and 't is but right Things strangely grown by custome into crimes They must be punish'd for their mispent times And tortures feele some in the winds are hung Others to clense their spotted sins are flung In a vast gulph or purg'd in fire they are We all have our own tortures then repare T' Elizium and some few blest seates obtaine Till length of time purg their contracted staine And leave a fire clens'd from all earthly sence A pure aetherial intelligence When thousand yeares have fil'd their period All these God calls in troups to Lethes flood To th â—nd that they forgetfull of what 's past May reascend and bodies take at last Anchises then his son and her this said ' Mongst busie troups and noysfull throngs convaid Then takes a hill from whence they might discerne Them march in order and their faces learne Now comes thy glory and the Dardan race Nephews which shall in Latium have great place Illustrious souls to whom our name must be In briefe I le shew thee thy own destiny Seest thou that youth who leans upon his lance Next lots shall him t'aetheriall aire advance Sylvius and Alban name thy posthume race Sprung from Italian blood shall next take place To thee then old thy wife Lavinia brings Him forth in woods a King and sire of Kings From whom our race shall in long Alba reign Next Procus glory of the Dardan strain Numitor â—apys Sylvius nam'd from thee Aeneas match'd in arms and piety If he at any time rule Alba. View Now thore brave youths and what great strength they shew These shall with civick wreaths their temples bound Nomentum Gabii Fidena found These Collatine towrs famous for chastity Shall raise ' mongst hils and proud Pometii And Inous city Bola Cora frame Thus cal'd hereafter now without a name Then Martial Romulus shall himself conjoyn Companion to his grandsire from the line Of great Assaracus whom Ilia bare Behold a double crown impails his hair Jove
valiant in she goes Amidst the bands and thus strange rumour sowes For all these forces is it not a shame One man t' expose what have we not the same Number and strength Behold before us stand Trojans Arcadians and the fatal band Those fierce Hetrurians who hate Turnus so We 're two for one if we should charge the foe He rais'd by fame shall with the gods survive T'whom he 's devoted and for ever live Our countrey lost we must proud lords obey Who now sit still and help to him deny Thus being incens'd the murmur louder grew And more and more now through the army flew Latines Laurentians who did late suppose An end of war and rest from former woes Are all for arms the peace they much detest And Turnus fortune doth their minds molest To these another did Juturna joyn Which mov'd far more from heaven she gave a signe Then which could nothing more their souls inrage Or sooner make th' Italians to ingage For Joves fair bird cutting the arched skies As at a loud-wing'd troop of fowl he slies Then stooping down he from the water bears A silver swan trust in his hooked fears Th' Italians courage raise for the whole flight With loud cries face about a wondrous sight They cloud the heaven with wings and through the sky In a full body charge the enemy Vanquish'd by force tyr'd with his load he threw His prey i' th' stream and to the clouds withdrew The omen then Rutilians did salute And arms prepared with a mighty shout And first the Augur bold Tolumnius said For this with vowes so often I have praid You gods I take your signe and led by me Now draw vour swords out valiant Rutilie Those whom this stranger did with war infest As harmlesse fowl and hath their realms opprest Shall drive him hence and force him to the main Then with one mind array your selves again And save your King in danger to be lost This said his spear against the foe he cast The well-aim'd javelin sounding cuts the skies At once huge shouts at once the squadrons rise Desire of tumult now inflames their blood But the sent spear where nine bold brethren stood Which by a Tyrrhen dame true to his bed Were to Gilipus an Arcadian bred One in the midst where his rich belt did sit Close to his side just where the button knit As the brave youth in shining arms did stand Went through his ribs and stretch'd him on the sand But the bold brothers in a body make And stir'd with rage some draw their swords some take Their spears in haste and mad advance a band Of Laurentines draw forth these to withstand Trojans Arcadians Agelinians move To try it out with steel they all approve Altars are spoil'd and storms of javelins poure And from the sky descends an iron shoure They seize the cups and hearths Latinus flies The peace being broke with injur'd deities Some mount their horses others straight prepare Their chariors and with dtawn swords ready are Messapus at this peace much discontent Did charge a King in royal ornament Tyrrhen Aulestes who as he withdrew Backward himself on th' alter overthrew On 's head and shoulder pitch'd but with his lance Messapus fiercely did to him advance And whilst he quarter cry'd with his huge speare Slew as he sate above then said Lie there To the great gods a better sacrifice Th' Italians rush and spoile him ere he dies Chorineus from the altar snatcht a brand With which Ebusus charging boldly gain'd A blow on 's face that set his beard on fire Which burning smelt he as he did retire With his left hand persuing of his blow Did seize the hair of his amazed foe And wrastling with him brought him to the ground Then with his stiffe sword gave the deadly wound Podalirius the shepherd Alsus slew As 'fore the squadrons and first ranks he flew And following with a drawn sword overtakes But his deaths wound bequeath'd him with an axe The mighty blow clove to the chin his head And all his arms with blood besprinkeled A hard and iron sleep closeth his sight And seal'd his eyes up in eternal night But prince Aeneas naked hands extends His head yet bare and calls aloud his friends Where rush you thus what sudden rage is this O stay your wrath the peace concluded is All are agreed t is I must end this war Let me then fight and lay aside your fear A lasting peace I with this hand shall bind These offerings me and Turnus have design'd Whilst these he said behold with mighty sound A winged arrow gave the King a wound By what hand shot or whirlwind sent unknown What god or chance did Rutils so renown But Turnus when he saw Aeneas turn His Captains troubled straight with hope did burn Calls for his steeds then arms and from the plains Leaps in his chariot and strait takes his reins And many valiant souldier overthrowes And ore them dying with his horses goes Or with his chariot wheels whole squadrons tears And at them flying casts their taken spears So near cold Hebrus bloody Mars proceeds Whilst his shield rattles to his fiery steeds Giving the reins then winds they fly more fleet And farthest Thrace grones with their thundering feet With him pale fear and cruel anger rode And treachery accompanies the god Fierce Turnus so his horse drives through the plain Smoking with sweat insulting ore the slain From their swift heels a sanguine dew he spreads And sand with streams of blood commixed treads And now he Sthenelus Thamaris Polus slew These hand to hand him afar off orethrew Glaucus and Lades both in Lycia born Whom Imbrasus their father did adorn With arms of equal proof either to fight Or mounted to outstrip the winds in flight In th' other wing Eumedes fierce came on With new supplies old Dolons warlike son His grandsires name and fathers strength he had Who in times past when he a spy was made To view the Grecian camp bold for his hire Achilles horse and chariot did require For this Tydides gave him other pay Nor bore he ere Pelides steeds a way As afar off bold Turnus him did view Through th'ample sky at him his javelin threw Then stops his horse and from his chariot leaps Whom falling down half dead on 's neck he steps Puls his sword from him and the shining blade He colour'd in his throat and thus he said Trojan behold that land rhou striv'st to gain And stretch'd out thus measure th' Hesperian plain To those dare fight with us we alwayes yield Rewards like these and thus they cities build Next Butes with his spear He overthrew Bold Cloris Sabiris and Dares slew Thersilocus Thymetes next did speed As he was tumbling from his warlike steed And as Edonian Boreas when aloud He thunders raging on th' Aegean flood To shore the bïllows follow through the sky Which way winds blow the fleeting clouds do fly So Turnus wheresoere he way
doth make The troops give place the bands to flight betake He with 's own force on like a whirlwind comes The wanton winds shaking his waving plumes Phegeus withstands him though his fury burns He stops his chariot and his horses turns Their foamie mouths he checkt and whilst he hung Drawn by their mains at him his spear he flung Which pierc'd quite through his double mail and found Passage to rase his body with a wound But he defended with his target made Still at the foe and from his sword craves aid When hurried with the wheel and flying axe He was at last orethrown whom Turnus takes Betwixt his helm and gorge and smote off's head And left upon the sand his body dead Whiâ—st conquering Turnus made such slaughters thus Mnestheus Achates sad Ascanius Aeneas bleeding to the camp attend Each other step on a long spear he lean'd To draw the broken arrow he assayes Strugling with pain and tries the easiest wayes They lance the wound and where it lay conceal'd Cut deep that they again might take the field Japix whom Phoebus lov'd most was there Who once to him did such affection bear That his own arts on him he did bestow The spirit of Prophesie with his harp and bow That he might long deferre the fatall houre Of his old father he the use and power Of Simples learn't and to himself imparts By study knowledge of despised arts Aeneas chafing lean'd upon a spear With sad Julus and great concourse there Nor is he mov'd nor troubled at their tears Then old Japix many things prepares His vest girt back in the Paeonian guise And Phoebus powerfull herbs in vain applies Vainly he labours to draw forth the steel Tries with his Probe and doth with pincers feel No way will hit no aid Apollo yields Now horrour more and more rag'd in the fields Danger draws neer dust hides the heaven from view Horse charge and ' midst the camp thick javelins flew A wofull noise did now ascend the sky Of valiant youth who in fierce battell die Here Venus troubled at her sons deep wound Brought Dittanie in Craetan Ida found The stalk hath sprowting leaves and on the crown A purple slower not to wild goats unknown When their rough backs the winged shaft hath gal'd This Venus brought in clouds her beauty vail'd To this she did fresh streams in gold infuse In secret and with sweet Ambrosian dewes She odoriferous Panax did compound With which th' old man not knowing bath'd the wound Then from his body straight all anguish fled And now the wound no more though mighty bled The steel now uncompel'd follows the hand And strength returns unto its old command Bring armes why stay you first lapix cries Inflaming courage ' gainst the enemies This is no work of man nor did this art My master Phoebus unto me impart Nor have I drawn the steel which deep did lurk A greater God sends thee to greater work Then for the fight Aeneas earnest ties His golden cuishes to his manly thighs Hating delays brandish'd his spear this done Buckles his shield and claps his corslet on And then his son imbracing thus arrai'd He through his beaver sweetly kissing said Valour true honour learn my boy from me Fortune from others this right hand shall be In war thy shield and shall with realms endow To riper years attain'd remember thou Thy friends example let thy fathers fame And uncle Hector to brave acts inflame Thus having said through open ports he makes And mighty he a mighty javelin shakes Anteus and Mnestheus straight a body make And all the bands draw forth the campe forsake Then mighty clouds of dust obscure the field And thundring feet makes the shook earth to yield Turnus beheld them as the troups did draw Forth from the works and th' Ausonians saw Straight through their bodies runs cold trembling fear But before all his sister first did hear She knew the sound and frighted fled amain He hasts leading his black band through the plain As when a mighty storme flies to the shore Through the deep sea suspected long before By skilfull swains who fear it will annoy Their plants their standing corn and all destroy The wind as Herbingers bring th' sound to land So charg'd Aeneas with his Trojan band And close together they in bodies drew Tymbraeus stout Osiris overthrew Mnestheus Archetius and Achates sped Bold Epulon Gyas left Vfens dead Tosumnius the Augurer he slew Who ' gainst the Trojans first his javelin threw Clamour scales heaven now Rutilians yield And swift turn dusty shoulders through the field Aeneas scorns to fight with any here Who charge on foot or horse or cast a spear He Turnus seeks alone through dusty mists And only him demands unto the lists Juturna that Virago struck with fear Tumbles Metiscus Turnus chariotteer Out of his seat and snatch'd from him the reins And leaves forsaken falne upon the Plains Acting his part she guâ—â—â—s the foaming bits In voyce arms shape like to Metusius sits As when a swallow flies through spatious Courts Of some rich lord and in vast hals resorts Food seeking for her young portches she rounds And now about the chrystall fountains sounds Thus mounted through the foe Iuturna makes And with her thundring wheels all overtakes Then here her brother and now there she shews Nor lets him fight but far from thence she goes Aeneas so turns here now there he flies And Turnus trac'd through scatter'd enemies Calling as oft as him he had in sight And spurs adds to his winged horses slight As oft Juturna thence her chariot guides What shall she do tost with such various tides Aeneas as he many plots prepares At him Messapus for he had two spears Cast one of them and sent with mighty force Aeneas guards himself and stops his course Bending his knee through's crest the javelin comes And from his cask quite sweeps away his plumes Then for the treachery his rage grew hot When he perceiv'd his flying chariot Jove and the altars he to witnesse cals Of broken leagues then on the slaughter fals No difference makes with all he doth ingage And gives full reins to his late curbed rage What God can tell those slaughters who in verse The funerals of the captains can rehearse Which fell by Turnus on th' Ausonian Plain Or count those numbers by Aeneas slain Could Iove be pleas'd to see such wars as these 'Twixt nations that must joyne in lasting peace Aeneas Sacro slew this fight first staid The flying Trojans nor he long delaid Through 's breast where fate did easiest way afford Mongst his short ribs he sheaths his naked sword Turnus Amicus falne from 's Courser met On foot on 's brother next Diores set To this advancing death he did afford With his long spear that slaughters with his sword Their heads cut off he to his chariot bore And hung them up bloody with purple gore He â—alo Tanais and Cethegus slew Three at one