Mountain Trees in distant prospect please E're yet the Pine descended to the Seas E're Sails were spread new Oceans to explore And happy Mortals unconcern'd for more Confin'd their Wishes to their Native Shoar No walls were yet nor sence nor mote nor mownd Nor Drum was heard nor Trumpets angry sound Nor Swords were forg'd but void of Care and Crime The soft Creation slept away their time The teeming Earth yet guiltless of the Plough And unprovok'd did fruitful Stores allow Content with Food which Nature freely bred On Wildings and on Strawberries they fed Cornels and Bramble-berries gave the rest And falling Acorns furnisht out a Feast The Flow'rs un-sown in Fields and Meadows reign'd And Western Winds immortal Spring maintain'd In following years the bearded Corn ensu'd From Earth unask'd nor was that Earth renew'd From Veins of Vallies Milk and Nectar broke And Honey sweating through the pores of Oak The Silver Age. But when Good Saturne banish'd from above Was driv'n to Hell the World was under Jove Succeeding times a Silver Age behold Excelling Brass but more excell'd by Gold Then Summer Autumn Winter did appear And Spring was but a Season of the Year The Sun his Annual course obliquely made Good days contracted and enlarg'd the bad Then Air with sultry heats began to glow The wings of winds were clogg'd with Ice and Snow And shivering Mortals into Houses driv'n Sought shelter from th'inclemency of Heav'n Those Houses then were Caves or homely Sheds With twining Oziers fenc'd and Moss their Beds Then Ploughs for Seed the fruitful furrows broke And Oxen labour'd first beneath the Yoke The Brazen Age. To this came next in course the Brazen Age A Warlike Offspring prompt to Bloody Rage Not Impious yet The Iron Age. Hard Steel succeeded then And stubborn as the Mettal were the Men. Truth Modesty and Shame the World forsook Fraud Avarice and Force their places took Then Sails were spread to every Wind that blew Raw were the Sailors and the Depths were new Trees rudely hollow'd did the Waves sustain E're Ships in Triumph plough'd the watry Plain Then Land-marks limited to each his right For all before was common as the light Nor was the Ground alone requir'd to bear Her annual Income to the crooked share But greedy Mortals rummaging her Store Digg'd from her Entrails first the precious Oar Which next to Hell the prudent Gods had laid And that alluring ill to sight displaid Thus cursed Steel and more accursed Gold Gave mischief birth and made that mischief bold And double death did wretched Man invade By Steel assaulted and by Gold betray'd Now brandish'd Weapons glittering in their hands Mankind is broken loose from moral Bands No Rights of Hospitality remain The Guest by him who harbour'd him is slain The Son in Law pursues the Father's life The Wife her Husband murders he the Wife The Step-dame Poyson for the Son prepares The Son inquires into his Father's years Faith flies and Piety in Exile mourns And Justice here opprest to Heav'n returns The Gyants War Nor were the Gods themselves more safe above Against beleaguer'd Heav'n the Gyants move Hills pii'd on Hills on Mountains Mountains lie To make their mad approaches to the Skie Till Jove no longer patient took his time T' avenge with Thunder their audacious Crime Red Light'ning plaid along the Firmament And their demolish't Works to pieces rent Sing'd with the Flames and with the Bolts transfixt With Native Earth their Blood the Monsters mixt The Blood indu'd with animating heat Did in th' Impregnant Earth new Sons beget They like the Seed from which they sprung accurst Against the Gods Immortal Hatred nurst An Impious Arrogant and Cruel Brood Expressing their Original from Blood Which when the King of Gods beheld from high Withal revolving in his memory What he himself had found on Earth of late Lycaon's Guilt and his Inhuman Treate He sigh'd nor longer with his Pity strove But kindl'd to a Wrath becoming Jove Then call'd a General Council of the Gods Who Summon'd Issue from their Blest Abodes And fill th' Assembly with a shining Train A way there is in Heavens expanded Plain Which when the Skies are clear is seen below And Mortals by the Name of Milky know The Ground-work is of Stars through which the Road Lyes open to the Thunderer's Abode The Gods of greater Nations dwell around And on the Right and Left the Palace bound The Commons where they can the Nobler sort With Winding-doors wide open front the Court This Place as far as Earth with Heav'n may vie I dare to call the Loovre of the Skie When all were plac'd in Seats distinctly known And he their Father had assum'd the Throne Upon his Iv'ry Sceptre first he leant Then shook his Head that shook the Firmament Air Earth and Seas obey'd th' Almighty nod And with a gen'ral fear confess'd the God At length with Indignation thus he broke His awful silence and the Pow'rs bespoke I was not more concern'd in that debate Of Empire when our Universal State Was put to hazard and the Giant Race Our Captive Skies were ready to imbrace For tho' the Foe was fierce the Seeds of all Rebellion sprung from one Original Now wheresoever ambient waters glide All are corrupt and all must be destroy'd Let me this Holy Protestation make By Hell and Hell 's inviolable Lake I try'd whatever in the God-Head lay But gangreen'd Members must be lopt away Before the Nobler Parts are tainted to decay There dwells below a Race of Demi-Gods Of Nymphs in Waters and of Fawns in Woods Who tho not worthy yet in Heav'n to live Let 'em at least enjoy that Earth we give Can these be thought securely lodg'd below When I my self who no Superior know I who have Heav'n and Earth at my command Have been attempted by Lycaon's Hand At this a murmur thro' the Synod went And with one Voice they vote his Punishment Thus when Conspiring Traytors dar'd to doom The fall of Caesar and in him of Rome The Nations trembled with a pious fear All anxious for their Earthly Thunderer Nor was their care O Caesar less esteem'd By thee than that of Heav'n for Jove was deem'd Who with his Hand and Voice did first restrain Their Murmurs then resum'd his Speech again The Gods to silence were compos'd and sate With Reverence due to his Superior State Cancel your pious Cares already he Has paid his Debt to Justice and to me Yet what his Crimes and what my Judgments were Remains for me thus briefly to declare The Clamours of this vile degenerate Age The Cries of Orphans and th'Oppressor's Rage Had reach'd the Stars I will descend said I In hope to prove this loud Complaint a Lye Disguis'd in Humane Shape I Travell'd round The World and more than what I hear'd I found O're Moenalus I took my steepy way By Caverns infamous for Beasts of Prey Then cross'd Cyllenè and the piny shade More infamous by Curst Lycaon made Dark
Song 393 To the King In the Year 1686. By Mr. George Granville 394 Harry Martvn's Epitaph by himself 396 To his Friend Captain Chamberlain in Love with a Lady he had taken in an Algerine Prize at Sea In allusion to the 4th Ode of Horace Lib. 2. By Mr. Yalden 397 A Song By a Lady 401 Written by a Lady 403 Paraphras'd out of Horace the 23d Ode of the 2d Book By Dr. Pope 405 Love's Antidote 407 Anachreon Imitated 409 Anachreon Imitated 411 Anachreon Imitated 412 From Virgil's First Georgick Translated into English Verse by H. Sacheverill Dedicated to Mr. Dryden 413 A French Poem With a Paraphrase on it in English 418 419 A Song by Sir John Eaton 422 Another Song in imitation of Sir John Eaton's Songs By the late Earl of Rochester 424 A Song By Sidny Godolphin Esquire on Tom Killigrew and Will Murrey 425 Rondelay By Mr. Drvden 429 In a Letter to the Honourable Mr. Charles Montague By Mr. Prior. 431 An Ode By Mr. Prior. 433 To a Lady of Quality's Playing on the Lute By Mr. Prior. 437 An Epitaph on the Lady Whitmore By Mr. Dryden 441 An Epitaph on Sir Palmes Fairborne's Tomb in Westminster-Abby By Mr. Dryden 442 To the Reverend Dr. Sherlock Dean of St. Paul's on his Practical Discourse concerning Death By Mr. Prior. 444 On Exodus 3. 14. I am that I am A Pindarique Ode By Mr. Prior. 449 The Last Parting of Hector and Andromache From the Sixth Book of Homer's Iliads Translated from the Original by Mr. Dryden 456 Syphilis ult THE FIRST BOOK OF Ovid's Metamorphoses Translated into ENGLISH VERSE BY Mr. DRYDEN THE FIRST BOOK OF Ovid's Metamorphoses OF Bodies chang'd to various Forms I sing Ye Gods from whom these Miracles did spring Inspire my Numbers with Coelestial heat Till I my long laborious Work compleat And add perpetual Tenour to my Rhimes Deduc'd from Nature's Birth to Caesar's Times Before the Seas and this Terrestrial Ball And Heav'ns high Canopy that covers all One was the Face of Nature if a Face Rather a rude and indigested Mass A lifeless Lump unfashion'd and unfram'd Of jarring Seeds and justly Chaos nam'd No Sun was lighted up the World to view No Moon did yet her blunted Horas renew Nor yet was Earth suspended in the Skye Nor pois'd did on her own Foundations lye Nor Seas about the Shoars their Arms had thrown But Earth and Air and Water were in one Thus Air was void of light and Earth unstable And Waters dark Abyss unnavigable No certain Form on any was imprest All were confus'd and each disturb'd the rest For hot and cold were in one Body fixt And soft with hard and light with heavy mixt But God or Nature while they thus contend To these intestine Discords put an end Then Earth from Air and Seas from Earth were driv'n And grosser Air sunk from AEtherial Heav'n Thus disembroil'd they take their proper place The next of kin contiguously embrace And Foes are sunder'd by a larger space The force of Fire ascended first on high And took its dwelling in the vaulted Skie Then Air succeeds in lightness next to Fire Whose Atoms from unactive Earth retire Earth sinks beneath and draws a numerous throng Of pondrous thick unweildy Seeds along About her Coasts unruly Waters roar And rising on a ridge insult the Shoar Thus when the God what ever God was he Had form'd the whole and made the parts agree That no unequal portions might be found He moulded Earth into a spacious round Then with a breath he gave the Winds to blow And bad the congregated Waters flow He adds the running Springs and standing Lakes And bounding Banks for winding Rivers makes Some part in Earth are swallow'd up the most In ample Oceans disimbogu'd are lost He shades the Woods the Vallies he restrains With Rocky Mountains and extends the Plains And as five Zones th'AEtherial Regions bind Five Correspondent are to Earth assign'd The Sun with Rays directly darting down Fires all beneath and fries the middle Zone The two beneath the distant Poles complain Of endless Winter and perpetual Rain Betwixt th'extreams two happier Climates hold The Temper that partakes of Hot and Cold. The Feilds of liquid Air inclosing all Surround the Compass of this Earthly Ball The lighter parts lye next the Fires above The grosser near the watry Surface move Thick Clouds are spread and Storms engender there And Thunders Voice which wretched Mortals fear And Winds that on their Wings cold Winter bear Nor were those blustring Brethren left at large On Seas and Shoars their fury to discharge Bound as they are and circumscrib'd in place They rend the World resistless where they pass And mighty marks of mischief leave behind Such is the Rage of their tempestuous kind First Eurus to the rising Morn is sent The Regions of the balmy Continent And Eastern Realms where early Persians run To greet the blest appearance of the Sun Westward the wanton Zephyr wings his flight Pleas'd with the remnants of departing light Fierce Boreas with his Off-spring Islues forth T' invade the frozen Waggon of the North. While srowning Auster seeks the Southern Sphere And rots with endless Rain th'unwholsom year High o're the Clouds and empty Realms of wind The God a clearer space for Heav'n design'd Where Fields of Light and liquid AEther flow Purg'd from the pondrous dregs of Earth below Scarce had the Pow'r distinguish'd these when streight The Stars no longer overlaid with weight Exert their Heads from underneath the Mass And upward shoot and kindle as they pass place And with diffasive Light adorn their Heav'nly Then every void of Nature to supply With Forms of Gods he fills the vacant Skie New Herds of Beasts he sends the plains to share New Colonies of Birds to people Air And to their Oozy Beds the finny Fish repair A Creature of a more Exalted Kind Was wanting yet and then was Man design'd Conscious of Thought of more capacious Breast For Empire form'd and fit to rule the rest Whether with particles of Heav'nly Fire The God of Nature did his Soul Inspire Or Earth but new divided from the Skie And pliant still retain'd the AEtherial Energy Which Wise Prometheus temper'd into paste And mixt with living Streams the Godlike Image cast Thus while the mute Creation downward bend Their Sight and to their Earthy Mother tend Man looks aloft and with erected Eyes Beholds his own Hereditary Skies From such rude Principles our Form began And Earth was Metamorphos'd into Man The Golden Age. The Golden Age was first when Man yet New No Rule but uncorrupted Reason knew And with a Native bent did Good pursue Un-forc'd by Punishment un-aw'd by fear His words were simple and his Soul sincere Needless was written Law where none opprest The Law of Man was written in his Breast No suppliant Crowds before the Judge appear'd No Court Erected yet nor Cause was hear'd But all was safe for Conscience was their Guard The
won Triumphaut are in this alone In this have all the Bards of old outdone II. Then may'st thou rule our Stage in triumph long May'st Thou it's injur'd Fame revive And matchless proofs of Wit and Humour give Reforming with thy Scenes and Charming with thy Song And tho' a Curse ill-fated Wit persues And waits the Fatal Dowry of a Muse Yet may thy rising Fortunes be Secure from all the blasts of Poetry As thy own Laurels flourishing appear Fear Unsully'd still with Cares nor clog'd with Hope and As from its want's be from its Vices free From nauseous servil Flattery Nor to a Patron prostitute thy Mind Tho'like Augustus Great as Fam'd Moecenas kind III. Tho' great in Fame believe me generous Youth Believe this oft experienc'd Truth From him that knows thy Virtues and admires their worth Tho' Thou' rt above what vulgar Poets fear Trust not the ungrateful World too far Trust not the Smiles of the inconstant Town Trust not the Plaudits of a Theater Which D fy shall with Thee and Dryden share Nor to a Stages int'rest Sacrifice thy own Thy Genius that 's for Nobler things design'd May at loose Hours oblige Mankind Then great as is thy Fame thy Fortunes raise Joyn thriving int'rest to thy barren Bays And teach the World to envy as thou do'st to praise The World that does like common Whores embrace Injurious still to those it does caress Injurious as the tainted Breath of Fame That blasts a Poet's Fortunes while it sounds his Name IV. When first a Muse inflames some Youthful Breast Like an unpractis'd Virgin still she 's kind Adorn'd with Graces then and Beauties blest She charms the Ear with Fame with Raptures fills the Mind Then from all Cares the happy Youth is free But those of Love and Poetry Cares still allay'd with pleasing Charms That Crown the Head with Bays with Beauty fill the Arms. But all a Woman's Frailties soon she shows Too soon a stale domestick Creature grows Then wedded to a Muse that 's nauseous grown We loath what we enjoy druge when the Pleasure 's gon For tempted with imaginary Bays Fed with immortal Hopes and empty Praise He Fame pursues that fair but treacherous bait Grows wise when he 's undone repents when'tis too V. Small are the Trophies of his boasted Bays The Great Man's promise for his flattering Toyl Fame in reversion and the publick smile All vainer than his Hopes uncertain as his Praise 'T was thus in Mournful Numbers heretofore Neglected Spencer did his Fate deplore Long did his injur'd Muse complain Admir'd in midst of Wants and Charming still in vain Long did the Generous Cowley Mourn And long oblig'd the Age without return Deny'd what every Wretch obtains of Fate An humble Roof and an obscure retreat Condemn'd to needy Fame and to be miserably great Thus did the World thy great Fore-Fathers use Thus all the inspir'd Bards before Did their hereditary Ills deplore From tuneful Chaucer's down to thy own Dryden's Muse. VI. Yet pleas'd with gaudy ruin Youth will on As proud by publick Fame to be undone Pleas'd tho'he does the worst of Labours chuse To serve a Barb'rous Age and an ungrateful Muse. Since Dryden's self to Wit 's great Empire born Whose Genius and exalted Name Triumph with all the Spoils of Wit and Fame Must midst the loud Applause his barren Laurels mourn Even that Fam'd Man whom all the World admires Whom every Grace adorns and Muse inspires Like the great injur'd Tasso shows Triumphant in the midst of Woes In all his Wants Majestick still appears Charming the Age to which he ows his Cares And cherishing that Muse whose fatal Curse he bears From Mag. Col. Oxon. ON His Mistress drown'd BY Mr. S SWeet Stream that dost with equal pace Both thy self fly and thy self chace Forbear a while to flow And listen to my Woe Then go and tell the Sea that all its brine Is fresh compar'd to mine Inform it that the gentler Dame Who was the life of all my Flame In the Glory of her Bud Has pass'd the fatal Flood Death by this only stroak triumphs above The greatest power of Love Alas alas I must give o're My sighs will let me add no more Go on sweet Stream and henceforth rest No more than does my troubl'd Breast And if my sad Complaints have made thee stay These tears these tears shall mend thy way To the Pious Memory Of the Accomplisht Young LADY Mrs. ANNE KILLIGREW EXCELLENT In the two Sister-Arts of Poësie and Painting An ODE BY Mr. DRYDEN 1. THou youngest Virgin-Daughter of the Skies Made in the last Promotion of the Blest Whose Palms new pluckt from Paradise In spreading Branches more sublimely rise Rich with Immortal Green above the rest Whether adopted to some Neighbouring Star Thou rol'st above us in thy wand'ring Race Or in Procession fixt and regular Mov'd with the Heavens Majestick Pace Or call'd to more Superiour Bliss Thou tread'st with Seraphims the vast Abyss What ever happy Region is thy place Cease thy Celestial Song a little space Thou wilt have time enough for Hymns Divine Since Heav'ns Eternal Year is thine Hear then a Mortal Muse thy Praise rehearse In no ignoble Verse But such as thy own voice did practise here When thy first Fruits of Poesie were giv'n To make thy self a welcome Inmate there While yet a young Probationer And Candidate of Heav'n 2. If by Traduction came thy Mind Our Wonder is the less to find A Soul so charming from a Stock so good Thy Father was transfus'd into thy Blood So wert thou born into the tuneful strain An early rich and inexhausted Vein But if thy Praeexisting Soul Was form'd at first with Myriads more It did through all the Mighty Poets roul Who Greek or Latine Laurels wore And was that Sappho last which once it was before If so then cease thy flight O Heav'n-born Mind Thou hast no Dross to purge from thy Rich Ore Nor can thy Soul a fairer Mansion find Than was the Beauteous Frame she left behind Return to fill or mend the Quire of thy Celestial kind 3. May we presume to say that at thy Birth New joy was sprung in Heav'n as well as here on Earth For sure the Milder Planets did combine On thy Auspicious Horoscope to shine And ev'n the most Malicious were in Trine Thy Brother-Angels at thy Birth Strung each his Lyre and tun'd it high That all the People of the Skie Might know a Poetess was born on Earth And then if ever Mortal Ears Had heard the Musick of the Spheres And if no clust'ring Swarm of Bees On thy sweet Mouth distill'd their golden Dew 'T was that such vulgar Miracles Heav'n had not Leasure to renew For all the Blest Fraternity of Love Solemniz'd there thy Birth and kept thy Holyday above 4. O Gracious God! How far have we Prophan'd thy Heav'nly Gift of Poesy Made prostitute and profligate the Muse Debas'd to each obscene and impious use Whose Harmony was first
t' Arabia a new Passage sought While Ships for Camels the rich Lading brought To th' outmost East we since a Voiage made And in the rising Sun our Sails display'd Beyond the Ind large tracts of Land did find And left the World's reputed bounds behind To pass the World 's reputed bounds was small Performances of greater Glory call Our fam'd Adventures on the western Shore Discovering Stars and Worlds unknown before But waving these our Age has yet beheld An inspir'd Poet and by none excell'd Parthenope extoll'd the Songs he made Sebethe's God and Virgil's sacred Shade From Gardens to the Stars his Muse would rise And made the Earth acquainted with the Skies His Name might well the Ages pride sustain But many more exalted Souls remain Who when Expir'd and Envy with them dead To equal the best Ancients shall be said But Bembus while this List we do unfold In which Heav'ns blessings on the Age are told Leo the most illustrious place do's claim The great Restorer of the Roman Name By whose mild Aspects and auspicious Fire Malignant Planets to their Cells retire Jove's friendly Star once more is seen to rise And scatters healing Lustre through the Skies He onely He our Losses could repair And call the Muses to their native Air Restore the ancient Laws of Right and Just Polish Religion from Barbarian Rust. For Heav'n and Rome engag'd in fierce Alarms With pious Vengeance and with sacred Arms Whose terrour to Euphrates Banks was spread While Nile retir'd t' his undiscover'd Head And frighted Doris div'd into hisoozy Bed While some more able Muse shall fing his Name In Numbers equal to his Deeds and Fame While Bembus thou shalt this great Theme rehearse And weave his Praises in eternal Verse Let me in what I have propos'd proceed With Subject suted to my slender Reed First then your Patient's Constitution learn And well the Temper of his Bloud discern If that be pure with so much greater ease You will engage and vanquish the Disease Whose venome where black Choler choaks the Veins Takes firmer hold and will exact more Pains More violent Assaults you there must make And on the batter'd Frame no pity take Who e'er can soon discern the lurking Grief With far less labour may expect Relief But when the Foe has deeper inroads made And gain'd the factious humours to his Aid What Toil what Conflicts must be first sustain'd Before he 's dispossest and Health regain'd Therefore with Care his first approaches find And hoard these usefull Precepts in thy Mind From noxious Winds preserve your self with care And such are all that from the South repair Of Fens and Lakes avoid th'unwholsome Air. To open fields and sunny Mountains fly Where Zephyr fans and Boreas sweeps the Sky Nor must you there indulge Repose but stray And in continu'd actions spend the Day With ev'ry Beast of Prey loud Warproclaim And make the grizly Boar your constant Game Nor yet amongst these great Attempts disdain To rouse the Stag and force him to the Plain Some I have known to th'Chase so much inclin'd That in the Woods they left their Grief behind Nor yet think fcorn the sordid Plow to guide Or with the pondrous Rake the Clods divide With heavy Ax and many weary blow The towring Pine and spreading Oak o'erthrow The very House yields Exercise the Hall Has room for Fencing and the bounding Ball. Rouze rouze shake off your fond desire of Ease For Sleep foments and feeds the foul Disease 'T is then th'Invader do's the Vitals seize But chiefly from thy Thoughts all sorrows drive Nor with Minerva's knotty Precepts strive With lighter Labours of the Muses sport And seek the Plains where Swains and Nymphs resort Abstain however from the Act of Love For nothing can so much destructive prove Bright Venus hates polluted Mysteries And ev'ry Nymph from foul Embraces flies Dire practice Poison with Delight to bring And with the Lovers Dart the Serpent's sting A proper Diet you must next prepare Than which there 's nothing more requires your care All Food that from the Fens is brought resuse Whate'er the standing Lakes or Seas produce Nor must long Custome pass for an Excuse Therefore from Fish in general I dissuade All these are of a washy Substance made Which though the luscious Palate they content Convert to Humours more than Nourishment Ev'n Giltheads though most tempting to the sight And sharp-fin'd Perch that in the Rocks delight All sorts of Fowl that on the Water prey By the same Rule I 'd have remov'd away Forbear the Drake and leave Rome's ancient Friend The Capitol and City to Defend No less the Bustard's luscious Flesh decline Forbear the Back and Entrails of the Swine Nor with the hunted Boar thy Hunger stay Enjoy the Sport but still forbear the Prey I hold nor Cucumber nor Mushroms good And Artichoke is too salacious Food Nor yet the use of Milk would I enjoin Much less of Vinegar or eager Wine Such as from Rhaetia comes and from the Rhine The Sabine Vintage is of safer Use Which mellow and Well-water'd fields produce But if your Banquets with the Gods you 'd make Of Herbs and Roots the unbought Dainties take Be fure that Mint and Endive still abound And Sowthistle with leaves in Winter crown'd And Sian by clear Fountains always found To these add Calamint and Savery Burrage and Balm whose mingled sweets agree Rochet and Sorrel I as much approve The climbing Hop grows wild in ev'ry Grove Take thence the infant Buds and with them join The curling Tendrells of the springing Vine Whose Armes have yet no friendly shade allow'd Nor with the weight of juicy Clusters bow'd Particulars were endless to rehearse And weightier Subjects now demand our Verse We 'll draw the Muses from Aonian Hills To Natures Garden Groves and humble Rills Where if no Laurels spring or if I find That those are all for Conquerours design'd With Oaken Leaves at least I 'll bind my Brow For millions sav'd you must that Grace allow At first approach of Spring I would advise Or ev'n in Autumn months if strength suffice To bleed your Patient in the regal Vein And by degrees th' infected Current drein But in all Seasons fail not to expell And purge the noxious Humours from their Cell But fit Ingredients you must first collect And then their different Qualities respect Make firm the Liquid and the Gross dissect Take therefore care to gather in their prime The sweet Corycian and Pamphilian Tyme These you must boil together with the Rest In this ensuing Catalogue exprest Fennell and Hop that close Embraces weaves Parsley and Fumitory's bitter Leaves Wild Fern on ev'ry Down and Heath you 'll meet With Leaves resembling Polypus's shagg'd feet And Mayden-hair of virtue strange but true For dipt in Fountains it reteins no Dew Hart's-tongue and Citarch must be added too The greater Part and with success more sure By Mercury perform the happy Cure A wondrous virtue in
increas'd my Patience with my Pain Till my unfetter'd Soul at last took Wing The Grave its Conquest lost and Death its Sting No longer then these Pious Sorrows shed Nor vainly think thy happy Parent dead Whose deathless Mind from its weak Prison free Enjoys in Heav'n its Native Liberty I soon distinguish'd in that blissful Place Thy God-like Ancestors a numerous Race There plac'd among the Stars in them I see A Glorious Destiny reserv'd for thee Then weep no more ev'n here I still survive In thee and in thy Virtuous Fair I live I saw her happy Mother shine on high A brighter Spirit ne're adorn'd the Skie With Joy she met me at the Crystal Gate And much enquir'd her beauteous Daughter's State She Wish'd her there but Heav'n ordains it late And long defers her Joys that she may be A mighty Blessing to this World and Thee Long shall she live and Ages yet to come Shall bless the happy Burden of her Womb Still shall her Off-spring with her Years increase With both her Virtues and thy Happiness In all thy Race the wondring World shall find The Noble Image of each Parent 's Mind Thus bless'd in her and hers thou shalt receive The richest Bounties Heav'n and Earth can give Nor shall my Care be wanting to your aid My faithful Spirit shall hover o're thy head And round thy lovely Fair alargeProtectionspread Till crown'd with Years and Honours here below And ev'ry Gift kind Nature can bestow You both retire to Everlasting Rest And late increase the Joys and number of the Blest She spoke her Fellow-Angels all around With joyful Smiles the happy Omen own'd All bless'd the Noble Pair and took their flight To the bright Regions of unfading Light A HYMN TO THE MORNING IN Praise of Light AN ODE By Mr. YALDEN. 1. PArent of Day whose beauteous Beams of Light Spring from the darksom Womb of Night And midst their Native horrours show Like Gems adorning of the Negro's Brow Not Heaven's fair Bow can equal thee In all its gaudy Drapery Thou first Essay of Light and pledge of Day That usher'st in the Sun and still prepar'st his way 2. Rival of Shade Eternal Spring of Light Thou art the Genuine Source of it From thy bright unexhausted Womb The beauteous Race of Days and Seasons come Thy Beauty Ages cannot wrong But spight of Time thou' rt ever young Thou art alone Heavens modest Virgin light Whose Face a Veil of blushes hides from human sight 3. Like some fair Bride thou risest from thy Bed And dost around thy Lustre spread Around the Universe dispense New life to all and quick'ning influence With gloomy Smiles thy Rival Night Beholds thy glorious dawn of Light Not all the Wealth she views in Mines below Can match thy brighter Beams or equal Lustre show 4. At thy approach Nature erects her head The smiling Universe is glad The drowsie Earth and Seas awake And from thy Beams new life and vigour take When thy more chearful Rays appear Even Guilt and Women cease to fear Horrour Despair and all the Sons of Night Retire before thy Beams and take their hasty flight 5. To Thee the grateful East their Altars raise And sing with early Hymns thy praise Thou dost their happy Soil bestow Inrich the Heav'ns above and Earth below Thou rifest in the fragrant East Like the fair Phaenix from her balmy Nest No Altar of the Gods can equal Thine The Air is richest Incense the whole Land thy Shrine 6. But yet thy fading Glories soon decay Thine's but a momentary stay Too soon thou' rt ravisht from our sight Bore down the stream of day and overwhelm'd with light Thy Beams to their own ruin haste They 're sram'd too exquisite to last Thine is a glorious but a short-liv'd State Pity so fair a Birth should yield so soon to Fate 7. Before the Almighty Artist fram'd the Skie Or gave the Earth its Harmony His first Command was for thy Light He view'd the lovely Birth and blessed it In purple Swadling-bands it struggling lay Not yet maturely bright for Day Old Chaos then a chearful Smile put on And from thy beauteous Form did first presage its own 8. Let there be Light the Great Creator said His Word the active Child obey'd Night did her teeming Womb disclose And then the blushing Morn its brightest Off spring rose A while the Almighty wond'ring view'd And then himself pronounc'd it good With Night said He divide the Imperial Sway Thou my first Labour art and thou shalt bless the Day A HYMN TO DARKNESS BY Mr. YALDEN. 1. DARKNESS thou first kind Parent of us all Thou art our great Original Since from thy Universal Womb Does all thou shad'st below thy numerous Off-spring come 2. Thy wondrous Birth is even to Time unknown Or like Eternity thou'dst none Whilst Light did its first Being owe Unto that awful Shade it dares to rival now 3. Say in what distant Region dost thou dwell To Reason inaccessible From Form and duller Matter free Thou soar'st above the reach of Man's Philosophy 4. Involv'd in thee we first receive our breath Thou art our Refuge too in Death Great Monarch of the Grave and Womb Where e're our Souls shall go to thee our Bodies come 5. The silent Globe is struck with awful fear When thy Majestick Shades appear Thou dost compose the Air and Sea And Earth a Sabbath keeps Sacred to Rest and Thee 6. In thy serener Shades our Ghosts delight And court the umbrage of the Night In Vaults and gloomy Caves they stray But fly the Mornings beams and sicken at the day 7 Tho' solid Bodies dare exclude the light Nor will the brightest Ray admit No Substance can thy Force repel Thou reign'st in depths below dost at the Center dwell 8. The sparkling Gems and Oar in Mines below To thee their beauteous lustre owe Tho' form'd within the Womb of Night Bright as their Sire they shine with Native Rays of Light 9. When thou dost raise thy venerable head And art in genuine Night array'd Thy Negro Beauties then delight Beauties like pollish'd Jeat with their own Darkness bright 10. Thou dost thy Smiles impartially bestow And know'st no difference here below All things appear the same by thee Tho' Light distinction makes thou giv'st Equality 11. Thou Darkness art the Lovers kind retreat And dost the Nuptial Joys compleat Thou dost inspire them with thy Shade Giv'st vigour to the Youth and warm'st the yielding Maid 12. Calm as the blest above the Ancorites dwell Within their peaceful gloomy Cell Their minds with Heav'nly Joys are fill'd The Pleasures Light deny thy Shades for ever yield 13. In Caves of Night the Oracles of old Did all their Mysteries unfold Darkness did first Religion grace Gave terrours to the God and reverence to the place 14. When the Almighty did on Horeb stand Thy Shades inclos'd the Hallow'd Land In Clouds of Night he was array'd And venerable Darkness his Pavillion made 15. When he appear'd arm'd
their griev'd God resort In Troops upon the wandring Waves they glide And round their lifted Lord in Triumph ride At their first call the singing Mermaids come While the crown'd Dolphins lash the Silver Foam Thus waited the glad Prince beheld from far The Belgick Shore and heard the sound of War Some Hand unseen Heav'ns Azure Curtains drew To make this Mighty Triumph Great and New A thousand Golden Heads peep'd forth to view Cries Shouts and clapping Hands all Extasie A hundred Cannons thundred to the Skie The Thunder answering did my Dream destroy And wak'd me from the Visionary Joy AGAINST SLOTH When the King was at Oxford Hocagite ô Juvines circumspicit stimulat vos Materiámque sibi Ducis indulgentia quoerit 1. HEnce vain Attempter of the Good and Great Be gone from our secure Retreat With all thy dull unweildy Train That clog and curb the active Brain Which else wou'd like a metall'd Steed run o're Vast Nature 's yet unnumber'd Store O're flow'ry Meads and painted Fields And all the pleasant Scenes that beauteous Learning yields 2. We 're doubly arm'd against thy Cheats and Thee Thy Cheats which only find a place Among the Ignorant and Base By Knowledge and by Majesty Thou constant Guest of every Popish Cell Which dost with Monks and Hermits dwell Must leave with them this Sacred Ground Banish'd from King and Court at least for ten Miles round 3. She 's gone and now methinks an active fire Does all my willing Veins inspire My drowsie Senses all anew Are waken'd by His pow'rful view The Glorious Ruler of the Morning so But looks on Flow'rs and streight they grow And when his Beams their Light unfold Ripens the dullest Earth and warms it into Gold What art thou Love Written by Mr. J. ALLESTRY 1. WHat art thou Love whence are those Charms That thus thou bear'st an Universal Rule For thee the Soldier quits his Arms The King turns Slave the wise Man Fool. 2. In vain we chase thee from the Field And with cool thoughts resist thy Yoke Next Tide of Blood alas we yield And all those high Resolves are broke 3. Can we e're hope thou shou'd'st be true Whom we have found so often base Cozn'd and cheated still we view And fawn upon the treacherous Face 4. In vain our Nature we accuse And doat because she says we must This for a Brute were an excuse Whose very Soul and Life is Lust. 5. To get our likeness what is that Our likeness is but Misery Why shou'd I toil to propagate Another thing as vile as I 6. From Hands Divine our Spirits came And Gods that made us did inspire Something more Noble in our Frame Above the Dregs of Earthly Fire VERSES Spoken before the Duke and Dutchess of YORK AND Lady ANN In Oxford Theatre May the 21st 1683. By the Ld. S and Mr. C Ld. S Great Sir WHen last your Royal Brother blest this Place And all about did his kind Beams dispense A Joy Divine was seen in ev'ry Face Till Faction drove our Guardian Angel hence Mr. C Heav'n well did know how much our Frame cou'd bear Mingling our Rapture with some fit allay And that for future Bliss we might prepare Wisely reserv'd the Blessing of this day To the Duke We miss a Royal Brother by his side Ld. S We long'd to see those Charms which him o'recame Mr. C To the Dutchess You Madam was our only Joy and Pride To the Lady Ann Who represented half the Stuarts Name Ld. S Wou'd you then know how much you 're welcome here Think what a Joy in Loyal Breasts did flow When fatal Gloster all our hopes did bear Which the Gods lost to shew their Care of Tou. When Fears and Jealousies ran high and loud And Zeal mistaken blinded wilful Eyes Heav'n shook the Rod to the Rebellious Croud Threat'ning to snatch the Gem they cou'd not prize Mr. C Oxford we hope will not displease your view Where Tork first learn'd the Rudiments of War Those early Vertues here in Blossom grew Which now in growth and full Perfection are Tho' here new Towers and Buildings daily rise And Arms thrown off we wear the peaceful Gown Our Breasts admit no change know no disguise Prepar'd with Swords and Pens t' assert the Crown Ld. S This is the place in which the Sacred Names Of Kings and Heroes annually resound The Triumphs War and Peace of Charles and James From Age to Age are with fresh Lawrels Crown'd Mr. C As when a Prince's long expected Birth Glads every Heart and each Muse tunes her Voice Or when the Captive Monarchs of the Earth To the Lady Ann. Beg to be Slaves and in Your Chains rejoyce Ld. S But why in lasie Numbers do we bind Our thoughts which shou'd in active Raptures fly As the Coelestial Circles unconfin'd And tun'd to their Eternal Harmony Musick 's the Dialect of happy Souls When sever'd from the Earth's unweildy Load The Universal Language of both Poles Of the vast distant Natives understood Let Instruments and Voices both combine To Celebrate the Glories of this Day Let Art and Extasies their Forces joyn And in melodious Paths of Errour stray Here they fate down and Musick play'd which being ended they stood up again and spoke by way of Pastoral Ld. S Damon Mr. C Thyrsis Damon AH Thyrsis how shall humble Swains As thou and I perform such strains Can we a fitting Present make For us to give or These to take Thyrsis The Garland Chloris made I 'll bring When I threw Strephon from the Ring Though it shou'd Caesar 's Birth-day Crown Fresh Roses will for that be blown Damon I have a Lamb as white as Snow Though half engag'd to Pan by Vow I 'll sacrifice it here for He Pan or some greater God must be Thyrsis Why dost thou talk of Sacrifice These seem no angry Deities Wou'd cruel Sylvia were here She 'd learn to think her self less fair And in a Noble mixture find Humility with Beauty joyn'd Damon Then may it please the Royal Three T' accept one hearty Wish from me By all true Swains be Daphnis fear'd And no Whig-Wolves come nigh his Herd Both together Then Tearly Hecatombs we 'll pay If every Spring bring such a May. HUMAN LIFE Suppos'd to be spoken by an Epicure in imitation of the second Chapter of the Wisdom of Solomon A Pindarique ODE Inscribed to the Lord HUNSDON By Mr. YALDEN. 1. THen will penurious Heav'n no more allow No more on its own Darling Man bestow Is it for this he Lord of all appears And his great Maker's Image bears To toil beneath a wretched State Opprest with Miseries and Fate Beneath his painful Burthen groan And in this beaten Road of Life drudge on Amidst our Labours we possess No kind allays of Happiness No softning Joys can call our own To make this bitter Drug go down Whilst Death an easie Conquest gains And the insatiate Grave in endless Triumph Reigns With Throes and Pangs into
you the weak Definer know 3. Say why shou'd the collected Main It self within it self contain Why to its Caverns shou'd it sometimes creep And with delighted Silence sleep On the lov'd Bosom of its Parent Deep Why shou'd its numerous Waters stay In comely Discipline and fair Array Prepar'd to meet its high Commands And with diffus'd Obedience spread Their op'ning Ranks o're Earth's submissive head And march through different Paths to different Lands Why shou'd the constant Sun With measur'd steps his Radiant Journeys run Why does he order the Diurnal Hours To leave Earth's other part and rise in ours Why does he wake the correspondent Moon And filling her willing Lamp with liquid Light Commanding her with delegated Power To beautifie the World and bless the Night Why shou'd each animated Star Love the just Limits of its proper Sphere Why shou'd each consenting Sign With prudent Harmony combine To keep in order and gird up the regulated Year 4. Man does with dangerous Curiosity These unfathom'd Wonders try With fancy'd Rules and Arbitrary Laws Matter and Motion he restrains And studied Lines and fictious Circles draws Then with imagin'd Sov'raignty Lord of his new Hypothesis he reigns He reigns how long till some Usurper rise And he too mighty Thoughtful mighty Wise Studies new Lines new Circles feigns On t'other's Ruine rears his Throne And shewing his mistakes maintains his own Well then from this new toil what Knowledge flows Just as much perhaps as shows That former Searchers were but bookish Fools Their choice Remarks their Darling Rules But canting Error all and Jargon of the Schools 5. Through the aerial Seas and watry Skies Mountainous heaps of Wonders rise Whose tow'ring Strength will ne're submit To Reason's Batteries or the Mines of Wit Yet still Enquiring still Mistaking Man Each hour repuls'd each hour dare onward press And levelling at God his wandring Guess That feeble Engine of his Reasoning War Which guides his Doubts and combats his Despair Laws to his Maker the learn'd Wretch can give Can bound that Nature and prescribe that Will Whose pregnant Word did either Ocean fill And tell us how all Beings are and how they move and live Vain Man that pregnant Word sent forth again Through either Ocean Might to a World extend each Atom there And for each drop call forth a Sea a Heav'n for every Star 6. Let cunning Earth her fruitful Wonders hide And only lift thy staggering Reason up To trembling Calvary's astonish'd top The mock thy Knowledge and confound thy Pride By telling thee Perfection suffer'd Pain An Eternal Essence dy'd Death's Vanquisher by vanquish'd Death was slain The promis'd Earth prophan'd with Deicide Then down with all thy boasted Volumes down Only reserve the Sacred One Low reverently low Make thy stubborn Knowledge bow Weep out thy Reason's and thy Body's Eyes Deject thy self that thou may'st rise And to see Heaven be blind to all below Then Faith for Reason's glimmering light shall give Her Immortal Perspective And Grace's presence Nature's loss retrieve Then thy enliv'ned Soul shall know That all the Volumes of Philosophy With all their Comments never cou'd invent So politick an Instrument So fit as Jacob's Ladder was to scale the distant Skie THE Last parting OF Hector and Andromache FROM THE SIXTH BOOK OF Homer's Iliads Translated from the Original BY Mr. DRYDEN ARGUMENT Hector returning from the Field of Battel to visit Helen his Sister-in-Law and his Brother Paris who had fought unsuccessfully hand to hand with Menelaus from thence goes to his own Palace to see his Wife Andromache and his Infant Son Astyanax The description of that Interview is the Subject of this Translation THus having said brave Hector went to see His Virtuous Wife the fair Andromache He found her not at home for she was gone Attended by her Maid and Infant Son To climb the steepy Tow'r of Ilion From whence with heavy Heart she might survey The bloody business of the dreadful Day Her mournful Eyes she cast around the Plain And sought the Lord of her Desires in vain But he who thought his peopled Palace bare When she his only Comfort was not there Stood in the Gate and ask'd of ev'ry one Which way she took and whither she was gone If to the Court or with his Mother's Train In long Procession to Minerva's Fane The Servants answer'd neither to the Court Where Priam's Sons and Daughters did resort Nor to the Temple was she gone to move With Prayers the blew-ey'd Progeny of Jove But more solicitous for him alone Than all their safety to the Tow'r was gone There to survey the Labours of the Field Where the Greeks conquer and the Trojans yield Swiftly she pass'd with Fear and Fury wild The Nurse went lagging after with the Child This heard the Noble Hector made no stay Th' admiring Throng divide to give him way He pass'd through every Street by which he came And at the Gate he met the mournful Dame His Wife beheld him and with eager pace Flew to his Arms to meet a dear Embrace His Wife who brought in Dow'r Cilicia's Crown And in her self a greater Dow'r alone Aëtion's Heyr who on the Woody Plain Of Hippoplacus did in Thebe reign Breathless she flew with Joy and Passion wild The Nurse came lagging after with her Child The Royal Babe upon her Breast was laid Who like the Morning Star his beams display'd Scamandrius was his Name which Hector gave From that fair Flood which Ilion's Wall did lave But him Astyanax the Trojans call From his great Father who defends the Wall Hector beheld him with a silent Smile His tender Wife stood weeping by the while Prest in her own his Warlike hand she took Then sigh'd and thus Prophetically spoke Thy dauntless Heart which I foresee too late Too daring Man will urge thee to thy Fate Nor dost thou pity with a Parent 's mind This helpless Orphan whom thou leav'st behind Nor me th' unhappy Partner of thy Bed Who must in Triumph by the Greeks be led They seek thy Life and in unequal Fight With many will oppress thy single Might Better it were for miserable me To die before the Fate which I foresee For ah what comfort can the World bequeath To Hector's Widow after Hector's death Eternal Sorrow and perpetual Tears Began my Youth and will conclude my Years I have no Parents Friends nor Brothers left By stern Achilles all of Life bereft Then when the Walls of Thebes he o'rethrew His fatal Hand my Royal Father slew He slew Action but despoil'd him not Nor in his hate the Funeral Rites forgot Arm'd as he was he sent him whole below And reverenc'd thus the Manes of his Foe A Tomb he rais'd the Mountain Nymphs around Enclos'd with planted Elms the Holy Ground My sev'n brave Brothers in one fatal Day To Death's dark Mansions took the mournful way Slain by the same Achilles while they keep The bellowing Oxen and the bleating Sheep My Mother who the Royal
breast Form'd sad Conjectures of this dreadfull Pest This this said he the Gods avert our Fate Is that dire Curse which Phoebus did relate The Birds prodigious Song I now recall The strange Disease that on our Troops shou'd fall As therefore from the Altar they retir'd Our Gen'ral of the Native Prince enquir'd To what dread Power these Off'rings did belong What meant that languishing infected Throng And why the Shepherd by the Altar stood And wherefore Sprinkled with the gushing bloud To which the Island Monarch noble Guest With annual Zeal these Off'rings are addrest To Phoebus enrag'd Deity assign'd And by our Ancestours of old enjoin'd But if a foreign Nations toils to learn And less refin'd be worth your least concern If you have any Sense of Strangers fate From its first source the Story I 'll relate Perhaps you may have heard of Atlas name From whom in long descent great Nations came From him we sprang and once a happy Race Belov'd of Heav'n while Piety had place While to the Gods our Ancestours did Pray And gratefull Off'rings on their Altars lay But when the Powers to be despis'd began When to leud Luxury our Nation ran Who can express the Mis'ries that ensu'd And Plagues with each returning Day renew'd Then fair Atlantia once an Isle of fame That from the mighty Atlas took its Name Who there had govern'd long with upright Sway Was gorg'd intire and swallowed by the Sea With which our Flocks and Herds were wholly drown'd Not one preserv'd or ever after found Since when outlandish Cattle here are slain And Bulls of foreign Breed our Altars stain In that dire Season this Disease was bred That thus o'er all our tortur'd Limbs is spread Most universal from it Birth it grew And none have since escap'd or very few Sent from above to scourge that vicious Age And chiefly by incens'd Apollo's Rage For which these annual Rites were first ordain'd Whereof this firm Tradition is retain'd A Shepherd once distrust not ancient Fame Possest these Downs and Syphilus his Name A thousand Heifers in these Vales he fed A thousand Ews to those fair Rivers led For King Alcithous he rais'd this Stock And shaded in the Covert of a Rock For now 't was Solstice and the Syrian Star Increast the Heat and shot his Beams afar The Fields were burnt to ashes and the Swain Repair'd for shade to thickest Woods in vain No Wind to fan the scorching Air was found No nightly Dew refresht the thirsty Ground This Drought our Syphilus beheld with pain Nor could the suff'rings of his Flock sustain But to the Noon-day Sun with up-cast Eyes In rage threw these reproaching Blasphemies Is it for this O Sol that thou art styl'd Our God and Parent how are we beguil'd Dull Bigots to pay Hom'age to thy Name And with rich Spices feed thy Altar's flame Why do we yearly Rites for thee prepare Who tak'st of our affairs so little Care At least thou might'st between the Rabble Kine Distinguish and these royal Herds of Mine These to the great Alcithous belong Nor ought to perish with the Vulgar throng Or shall I rather think your Deity With envious Eyes our thriving Stock did see I grant you had sufficient cause indeed A thousand Heifers of the snowy Breed A thousand Ews of mine these Downs didfeed Whilst one Etherial Bull was all your stock One Ram and to preserve this mighty Flock You must forsooth your Syrian Dog maintain Why do I worship then a Pow'r so Vain Henceforth I to Alcithous will bring My Off'rings and Adore my greater King Who do's such spacious Tracts of Land possess And whose vast Pow'r the conquer'd Seas confess Him I 'll invoke my Suff'rings to redress Hee 'll streight command the cooling Winds to blow Refreshing Show'rs on Trees and Herbs bestow Nor suffer Thirst both Flock and Swain to kill He said and forth with on a neighbouring Hill Erects an Altar to his Monarch's name The Swains from far bring Incense to the Flame At length to greater Victims they proceed Till Swine and Heifers too by hundreds Bleed On whose half roasted Flesh the impious Wretches feed All quarters soon were fill'd with the Report That ceas'd not till it reacht the Monarch's Court Th' aspiring Prince with Godlike Rites o'er joy'd Commands all Altars else to be destroy'd Proclaims Himself in Earth's low sphere to be The onely and sufficient Deity That Heav'nly Pow'rs liv'd too remote and high And had enough to do to Rule the Sky Th' all-seeing Sun no longer could sustain These practices but with enrag'd Disdain Darts forth such pestilent malignant Beams As shed Infection on Air Earth and Streams From whence this Malady its birth receiv'd And first th' offending Syphilus was griev'd Who rais'd forbidden Altars on the Hill And Victims bloud with impious Hands did spill He first wore Buboes dreadfull to the sight First felt strange Pains and sleepless past the Night From him the Malady receiv'd its name The neighbouring Shepherds catcht the spreading Flame At last in City and in Court 't was known And seiz'd th' ambitious Monarch on his Throne In this distress the wretched Tribes repair To Ammerice the Gods Interpreter Chief Priestess of the consecrated Wood In whose Retreats the awfull Tripod stood From whence the Gods responsal she exprest The Crowd enquire what Cause produc'd this Pest What God enrag'd and how to be appeas'd And last what Cure remain'd for the Diseas'd To whom the Nymph reply'd the Sun incens'd With just revenge these Torments has commenc'd What man can with immortal Pow'rs compare Fly wretches fly his Altars soon repair Load them with Incense Him with Pray'rs invade His Anger will not easily be laid Your Doom is past black Styx has heard him swear This Plague should never be extinguisht here Since then your Soil must ne'er be wholly free Beg Heav'n at least to yield some Remedy A milkwhite Cow on Juno's Altar lay To Mother Earth a jet-black Heifer slay One from above the happy Seeds shall shed The other rear the Grove and make it spread That onely for your Grief a Cure shall yield She said the Croud return'd to th' open'd Field Rais'd Altars to the Sun without delay To Mother Earth and Juno Victims slay 'T will seem most strange what now I shall declare But by our Gods and Ancestours I swear 'T is sacred Truth These Groves that spread so wide and look so green Within this Isle till then were never seen But now before their Eyes the Plants were found To spring and in an instant Shade the ground The Priest forthwith bids Sacrifice be done And Justice paid to the offended Sun Some destin'd Head t' attone the Crimes of all On Syphilus the dreadfull Lot did fall Who now was plac'd before the Altar bound His head with sacrificial Garlands crown'd His Throat laid open to the lifted Knife But interceding Juno spar'd his Life Commands them in his stead a Heifer slay For Phoebus Rage was now remov'd away This made our gratefull Ancestours enjoin When first these annual Rites they did assign That to the Altar bound a Swine each time Should sland to witness Syphilus his Crime All this infected Throng whom you behold Smart for their Ancestours Offence of old To heal their Plague this Sacrifice is done And reconcile them to th' offended Sun The Rites perform'd the hallow'd Boughs they seize The speedy certain Cure for their Disease With such discourse the Chiefs their Cares deceive Whose Tribes of different Worlds united live Till now the Ships sent back to Europes shore Return and bring prodigious Tidings o'er That this Disease did now through Europe rage Nor any Med'cine found that cou'd assuage That in their Ships no slender Number mourn'd With Boils without and inward Ulcers burn'd Then call'd to mind the Bird 's prophetick sound That in those Groves Relief was to be found Then each with solemn Vows the Sun entreats And gentle Nymphs the Gardians of those Seats With lusty Strokes the Grove they next invade Whose weighty Boughs are on their Shoulders laid Which with the Natives methods they prepare And with the healing Draughts their Health repair But not forgetfull of their Country's good They fraight their largest Ships with this rich Wood To try if in our Climate it would be Of equal use for the same Malady The years mild Season seconds their desire And western Winds their willing Sails inspire Iberian Coasts you first were happy made With this rich Plant and wonder'd at its Aid Known now to France and neighbouring Germany Cold Seythian Coasts and temp'rate Italy To Europe's Bounds all bless the vital Tree Hail heav'n-born Plant whose Rival ne'er was seen Whose Virtues like thy Leaves are ever green Hope of Mankind and Comfort of their Eyes Of new discover'd Worlds the richest Prize Too happy would Indulgent Gods allow Thy Groves in Europe's nobler Clime to grow Yet if my Streins have any force thy Name Shall flourish here and Europe sing thy Fame If not remoter Lands with Winter bound Eternal Snow nor Libya's scorching Ground Yet Latium and Benacus cool Retreats Shall thee resound with Athesis fair Seats Too blest if Bembus live thy Growth to see And on the Banks of Tyber gather thee If he thy matchless Virtues once rehearse And crown thy Praises with eternal Verse FINIS ERRATA Page 5. line 12 for newer reade never p. 35 l. 3. for wandring r. wondring p. 58 l. 5. for to Bard r. Bard to * * Titles of Honour * * Edmerus Fleta ††De diis Syris ‖ ‖ Marmora Arundeliana * * Mare Clausum * * His Epitaph made by himself in the Temple Chappel * * Orestes * * Tarpeia * * Leander * * Hero NOTE The Translator propos'd to turn this Ode with all imaginable Exactness and he hopes he has been pretty just to Malherb only in the sixth Line he has made a small Addition of these three words as they say which he thinks is excusable if we consider that the French Poet there talks a little too familiarly of the King's Passion as if the King himself had owned it to him The Translator thinks it more mannerly and respectful in Malherb to preterd to have the Account of it only by Hear-say