display'd Upon some lofty Mountain's top Go set the dreadful Standard up And all around the Hills the bloody Signals spread Forlo the numerous Hosts of Heav'n appear Th'imbattl'd Legions of the Skie With all their dread Artillery Draw forth in bright Array and muster in the Air. Why do the Mountains tremble with the noise And Valleys eccho back their Voice The Hills tumultuous grow and loud The Hills that groan beneath the gathering Multitude Wide as the Poles of Heav'ns extent So far 's the dreadful Summons sent Kingdoms and Nations at his Call appear For ev'n the Lord of Hosts commands in Person there 2. Start from thy Lethargy thou drowsie Land Awake and hear His dread Command Thy black tempestuous Day comes louring on O fatal Light O inauspicious Hour Was ever such a Day before So stain'd with Blood by marks of Vengeance Nature shall from her steady Course remove The well-fix'd Earth be from its Basis rent Convulsions shake the Firmament Horrour seize all below Confusion reign above The Stars of Heav'n shall sicken at the sight Nor shall the Planets yield their light But from the wretched Object fly And like extinguish'd Tapers quit the darkned Skie The rising Sun as he was conscious too As he the fatal bus'ness knew A deep a bloody Red shall stain And at his early dawn shall set in Night again 3. To the destroying Sword I 've said Go forth Go fully execute my Wrath Command my Hosts my willing Armies lead For this Rebellious Land and all therein shall bleed They shall not grieve me more no more transgress I will consume the stubborn Race Yet Brutes and Salvages I justly spare Useless is all my Vengeance there Ungrateful Man 's the greater Monster far On guiltless Beasts I will the Land bestow To them th' Inheritance shall go Those elder Brothers now shall Lord it here below And if some poor remains escape behind Some Relicts left of lost Mankind The astonish'd Herds shall in their Cities cry When they behold a Man Lo there 's a Prodigy 4. The Medes I call to my assistance here A People that delight in War A generous Race of Men a Nation free From Vitious Ease and Persian Luxury Silver is despicable in their Eyes Contemn'd the useless Metal lies Their conqu'ring Iron they prefer before The finest Gold even Ophir's tempting Oar. By these the Land shall be subdu'd Abroad their Bows shall overcome Their Swords and Flames destroy at home For neither Sex nor Age shall be exempt from Blood The Nobles and the Princes of thy State Shall on the Victor's Triumphs wait And those that from the Battel fled Shall be with Chains opprest in cruel Bondage led 5. I 'll visit their Distress with Plagues and Miseries The throws that Womens Labours wait Convulsive Pangs and bloody Sweat Their Beauty shall consume and vital Spirits seize The ravish'd Virgins shall be born away And their dishonour'd Wives be led To the insulting Victor's Bed To brutal Lusts expos'd to Fury left a Prey Nor shall the teeming Womb afford Its forming Births a Refuge from the Sword The Sword that shall their pangs increase And all the throws of Travel curse with Barrenness The Infants shall expire with their first breath And only live in pangs of death Live but with early crys to curse the Light And at the dawn of Life set in Eternal Night 6. Even Babylon adorn'd with ev'ry grace The Beauty of the Universe Glory of Nations the Caldeans pride And joy of all th' admiring World beside Thou Babylon before whose Throne The Empires of the Earth fall down The prostrate Nations Homage pay And Vassal Princes of the World obey Thou that with Empire art exalted now Shalt in the dust be trampl'd low Abject and low upon the Earth be laid And deep in ruines hide thy ignominious Head Thy strong amazing Walls whose impious height The Clouds conceal from human sight That proudly now their polish'd Turrets rear Which bright as Neighbouring Stars appear Diffusing Glories round th' inlightn'd Air In flames shall downwards to their Center fly And deep within the Earth as their Foundations lie 7. Thy beauteous Palaces tho' now thy Pride Shall be in heaps of Ashes hid In vast surprizing heaps shall lie And even their ruines bear the Pomp of Majesty No bold Inhabitant shall dare Thy raz'd Foundations to repair No pitying hand exalt thy abject State No! to succeeding Times thou must remain An horrid exemplary Scene And lie from Age to Age ruin'd and desolate Thy fall's decreed amazing turn of Fate Low as Gomorrah's wretched State Thou Babylon shalt be like Sodom curst Destroy'd by flames from Heaven and thy more burning Lust. 8. The day 's at hand when in thy sruitful Soil No Labourer shall reap no Mower toil His Tent the wandring Arab shall not spread Nor make thy cursed Ground his Bed Tho' faint with Travel tho' opprest with thirst He to his drooping Herds shall cry aloud Taste not of that imbitter'd Flood Taste not Euphrates Streams they 're pois'nous all and curst The Shepherd to his wandring Flocks shall say When o're thy Battlements they stray When in thy Palaces they graze Ah fly unhappy Flocks fly this infectious place Whilst the sad Traveller that passes on Shall ask lo where is Babylon And when he has thy small remainder found Shall say I 'll fly from hence 't is sure accursed ground 9. Then shall the Savages and Beasts of Prey From their deserted Mountains haste away Every obscene and vulger Beast Shall be to Babylon a Guest Her Marble Roofs and every Cedar Rome Shall Dens and Caves of State to Nobler Brutes become Thy Courts of Justice and Tribunals too O Irony to call them so There where the Tyrant and Oppressour bore The Spoils of Innocence and Blood before There shall the Wolf and Savage Tyger meet And griping Vulture shall appear in State There Birds of prey shall rule and ravenous Beasts be great Those uncorrupted shall remain Those shall alone their genuine use retain There Violence shall thrive Rapine and Fraud shall reign Then shall the melancholy Satyrs groan O're their lamented Babylon And Ghosts that glide with horrour by To view where their unbury'd Bodys lie With doleful crys shall fill the Air And with amazement strike the affrighted Traveller There the obscener Birds of Night Birds that in gloomy Shades delight Shall solitude enjoy live undisturb'd by light All the ill Omens of the Air Shall scream their loud presages there But let them all their dire Predictions tell Secure in ills and fortifi'd with woe Heaven shall in vain its future vengeance show For Thou art happily insensible Beneath the reach of Miseries fell Thou need'st no desolation dread no greater Curses fear Out of Horace Lib. II. Ode 3. AEquam Memento I. BE calm my Delius and serene However Fortune change the Scene In thy most dejected state Sink not underneath the weight Nor yet when happy Days begin And the full
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
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
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
deathless Poet and the Poem crown Thou shalt the Roman Festivals adorn And after Poets be by Victors worn Thou shalt returning Caesar's Triumph grace When Pomps shall in a long Procession pass Wreath'd on the Posts before his Palace wait And be the sacred Guardian of the Gate Secure from Thunder and unharm'd by Jove Unfading as th' immortal Pow'rs above And as the locks of Phoebus are unshorn So shall perpetual green thy Boughs adorn The grateful Tree was pleas'd with what he sed And shook the shady Honours of her Head The Transformation of Io into a Heyfar An ancient Forrest in Thessalia grows Which Tempe's pleasing Valley does inclose Through this the rapid Peneus takes his course From Pindus rowling with impetuous force Mists from the Rivers mighty fall arise And deadly damps inclose the cloudy Skies Perpetual Fogs are hanging o're the Wood And sounds of Waters deaf the Neighbourhood Deep in a Rocky Cave he makes abode A Mansion proper for a mourning God Here he gives Audience issuing out Decrees To Rivers his dependant Deities On this occasion hither they resort To pay their homage and to make their Court. All doubtful whether to congratulate His Daughter's Honour or lament her Fate Sperchaeus crown'd with Poplar first appears Then old Apidanus came crown'd with years Enipeus turbulent Amphrisos tame And AEas last with lagging Waters came Then of his Kindred Brooks a numerous throng Condole his loss and bring their Urns along Not one was wanting of the watry Train That fill'd his Flood or mingl'd with the Main But Inachus who in his Cave alone Wept not anothers losses but his own For his dear Io whether stray'd or dead To him uncertain doubtful tears he shed He sought her through the World but sought in vain And no where finding rather fear'd her slain Her just returning from her Father's Brook Jove had beheld with a desiring look And oh fair Daughter of the Flood he sed Worthy alone of Jove's Imperial Bed Happy whoever shall those Charms possess The King of Gods nor is thy Lover less Invites thee to yon cooler Shades to shun The scorching Rays of the Meridian Sun Nor shalt thou tempt the dangers of the Grove Alone without a Guide thy Guide is Jove No puny Pow'r but he whose high Command Is unconfin'd who rules the Seas and Land And tempers Thunder in his awful hand Oh fly not for she fled from his Embrace O're Lerna's Pastures he pursu'd the Chace Along the Shades of the Lyrnoean Plain At length the God who never asks in vain Involv'd with Vapours imitating Night Both Air and Earth and then suppress'd her flight And mingling force with Love enjoy'd the full delight Mean time the jealous Juno from on high Survey'd the fruitful Fields of Arcady And wonder'd that the mist shou'd over-run The face of Day-light and obscure the Sun No Nat'ral cause the found from Brooks or Bogs Or marshy Lowlands to produce the Fogs Then round the Skies she sought for Jupiter Her faithless Husband but no Jove was there Suspecting now the worst or I she said Am much mistaken or am much betray'd With fury she precipitates her flight Dispels the shadows of dissembled Night And to the day restores his native light Th' Almighty Leacher careful to prevent The consequence foreseeing her descent Transforms his Mistress in a trice and now In Io's place appears a lovely Cow So slick her skin so faultless was her make Ev'n Juno did unwilling pleasure take To see so fair a Rival of her Love And what she was and whence enquir'd of Jove Of what sair Herd and from what Pedigree The God half caught was forc'd upon a lye And said she sprung from Earth she took the word And begg'd the beauteous Heyfar of her Lord. What should he do 't was equal shame to Jove Or to relinquish or betray his Love Yet to refuse so slight a Gift wou'd be But more t' increase his Consort 's Jealousie Thus fear and love by turns his heart assail'd And stronger love had sure at length prevail'd But some faint hope remain'd his jealous Queen Had not the Mistress through the Heyfar seen The cautious Goddess of her Gift possest Yet harbour'd anxious thoughts within her breast As she who knew the falshood of her Jove And justly fear'd some new relapse of Love Which to prevent and to secure her care To trusty Argus she commits the Fair. The head of Argus as with Stars the Skies Was compass'd round and wore an hundred eyes But two by turns their lids in slumber steep The rest on duty still their station keep Nor cou'd the total Constellation sleep Thus ever present to his eyes and mind His Charge was still before him tho' behind In Fields he suffer'd her to feed by Day But when the setting Sun to Night gave way The Captive Cow he summon'd with a call And drove her back and ty'd her to the Stall On Leaves of Trees and bitter Herbs she fed Heav'n was her Canopy bare Earth her Bed So hardly lodg'd and to digest her Food She drank from troubl'd Streams defil'd with Mud Her woesul Story fain she wou'd have told With hands upheld but had no hands to hold Her head to her ungentle Keeper bow'd She strove to speak she spoke not but she low'd Affrighted with the noise she look'd around And seem'd t' inquire the Author of the sound Once on the Banks where often she had play'd Her Father's Banks she came and there survey'd Her alter'd visage and her branching head And starting from her self she wou'd have fled Her fellow Nymphs familiar to her eyes Beheld but knew her not in this disguise Ev'n Inachus himself was ignorant And in his Daughter did his Daughter want She follow'd where her Fellows went as she Were still a Partner of the Company They stroke her Neck the gentle Heyfar stands And her Neck offers to their stroaking Hands Her Father gave her Grass the Grass she took And lick'd his Palms and cast a piteous look And in the language of her eyes she spoke She wou'd have told her name and ask't relief But wanting words in tears she tells her grief Which with her foot she makes him understand And prints the name of Io in the Sand. Ah wretched me her mournful Father cry'd She with a sigh to wretched me reply'd About her Milk-white neck his arms he threw And wept and then these tender words ensue And art thou she whom I have sought around The World and have at length so sadly found So found is worse than lost with mutual words Thou answer'st not no voice thy tongue affords But sighs are deeply drawn from out thy breast And speech deny'd by lowing is express'd Unknowing I prepar'd thy Bridal Bed With empty hopes of happy Issue fed But now the Husband of a Herd must be Thy Mate and bell'wing Sons thy Progeny Oh were I mortal Death might bring relief But now my God-head but extends my grief Prolongs my
cast his arms about Her Neck and begg'd her to resolve the Doubt 'T is hard to judge if Climenè were mov'd More by his Pray'r whom she so dearly lov'd Or more with fury fir'd to find her Name Traduc'd and made the sport of common Fame She stretch'd her Arms to Heav'n and fix'd her Eyes On that fair Planet that adorns the Skies Now by those Beams said she whose holy Fires Consume my Breast and kindle my desires By him who sees us both and chears our sight By him the publick Minister of light I swear that Sun begot thee if I lye Let him his chearful Influence deny Let him no more this perjur'd Creature see And shine on all the World but only me If still you doubt your Mother's Innocence His Eastern Mansion is not far from hence With little pains you to his Levè go And from himself your Parentage may know With joy th' ambitious Youth his Mother heard And eager for the Journey soon prepar'd He longs the World beneath him to survey To guide the Chariot and to give the day From Meroe's burning Sands he bends his course Nor less in India feels his Father's force His Travel urging till he came in sight And saw the Palace by the Purple light The End of the First Book of Ovid 's Metamorphoses THE FABLE OF IPHIS and IANTHE From the Ninth Book of the Metamorphoses English'd by Mr. Dryden THE Fame of this perhaps through Crete had flown But Crete had newer Wonders of her own In Iphis chang'd For near the Gnossian bounds As loud Report the Miracle resounds At Phoestus dwelt a man of honest blood But meanly born and not so rich as good Esteem'd and loy'd by all the Neighbourhood Who to his Wife before the time assign'd For Child-birth came thus bluntly spoke his mind If Heav'n said Lygdus will vouchsafe to hear I have but two Petitions to prefer Short pains for thee for me a Son and Heir Girls cost as many throws in bringing forth Besides when born the Titts are little worth Weak puling things unable to sustain Their share of Labour and their Bread to gain If therefore thou a Creature shalt produce Of so great Charges and so little Use Bear witness Heav'n with what reluctancy Her hapless Innocence I doom to dye He said and tears the common grief display Of him who bade and her who must obey Yet Telethusa still persists to find Fit Arguments to move a Father's mind T' extend his Wishes to a larger scope And in one Vessel not confine his hope Lygdus continues hard her time drew near And she her heavy load cou'd scarcely bear When slumb'ring in the latter shades of Night Before th' approaches of returning light She saw or thought she saw before her Bed A glorious Train and Isis at their head Her Moony Horns were on her Forehead plac'd And yellow Sheaves her shining Temples grac'd A Mitre for a Crown she wore on high The Dog and dappl'd Bull were waiting by Osyris sought along the Banks of Nile The silent God the sacred Crocodile And last a long procession moving on With Timbrels that assist the lab'ring Moon Her slumbers seem'd dispell'd and broad awake She heard a Voice that thus distinctly spake My Votary thy Babe from Death defend Nor fear to save whate're the Gods will send Delude with Art thy Husband 's dire Decree When danger calls repose thy trust on me And know thou hast not serv'd a thankless Deity This Promise made with Night the Goddess fled With joy the Woman wakes and leaves her Bed Devoutly lifts her spotless hands on high And prays the Pow'rs their Gift to ratifie Now grinding pains proceed to bearing throws Till its own weight the burden did disclose 'T was of the beauteous Kind and brought to light With secresie to shun the Father's sight Th' indulgent Mother did her Care employ And pass'd it on her Husband for a Boy The Nurse was conscious of the Fact alone The Father paid his Vows as for a Son And call'd him Iphis by a common Name Which either Sex with equal right may claim Iphis his Grandsire was the Wife was pleas'd Of half the fraud by Fortune's favour eas'd The doubtful Name was us'd without deceit And Truth was cover'd with a pious Cheat. The Habit shew'd a Boy the beauteous Face With manly fierceness mingl'd Female grace Now thirteen years of Age were swiftly run When the fond Father thought the time drew on Of settling in the World his only Son Ianthe was his choice so wondrous fair Her Form alone with Iphis cou'd compare A Neighbour's Daughter of his own Degree And not more blest with Fortunes Goods than he They soon espous'd for they with ease were joyn'd Who were before Contracted in the Mind Their Age the same their Inclinations too And bred together in one School they grew Thus fatally dispos'd to mutual fires They felt before they knew the same desires Equal their flame unequal was their care One lov'd with Hope one languish'd in Despair The Maid accus'd the ling'ring days alone For whom she thought a man she thought her own But Iphis bends beneath a greater grief As fiercely burns but hopes for no relief Ev'n her Despair adds fuel to her fire A Maid with madness does a Maid desire And scarce refraining tears alas said she What issue of my love remains for me How wild a Passion works within my Breast With what prodigious Flames am I possest Cou'd I the Care of Providence deserve Heav'n must destroy me if it wou'd preserve And that 's my Fate or sure it wou'd have sent Some usual Evil for my punishment Not this unkindly Curse to rage and burn Where Nature shews no prospect of return Nor Cows for Cows consume with fruitless fire Nor Mares when hot their fellow Mares desire The Father of the Fold supplies his Ewes The Stag through secret Woods his Hind pursues And Birds for Mates the Males of their own Species chuse Her Females Nature guards from Female flame And joyns two Sexes to preserve the Game Wou'd I were nothing or not what I am Crete fam'd for Monsters wanted of her Store Till my new Love produc'd one Monster more The Daughter of the Sun a Bull desir'd And yet ev'n then a Male a Female fir'd Her passion was extravagantly new But mine is much the madder of the two To things impossible she was not bent But found the Means to compass her Intent To cheat his Eyes she took a different shape Yet still she gain'd a Lover and a leap Shou'd all the Wit of all the World conspire Shou'd Doedalus assist my wild desire What Art can make me able to enjoy Or what can change Ianthe to a Boy Extinguish then thy passion hopeless Maid And recollect thy Reason for thy aid Know what thou art and love as Maidens ought And drive these Golden Wishes from thy thought Thou canst not hope thy fond desires to gain Where Hope is wanting Wishes are in vain
naked does the World appear But see big with the Off-spring of the North The teeming Clouds bring forth A Show'r of soft and fleecy Rain Falls to new cloath the Earth again Behold the Mountain-Tops around As if with Fur of Ermins crown'd And lo how by degrees The universal Mantle hides the Trees In hoary Flakes which downward fly As if it were the Autumn of the Sky Whose Fall of Leaf would theirs supply Trembling the Groves sustain the Weight and bow Like aged Limbs which feebly go Beneath a venerable Head of Snow II. Diffusive Cold does the whole Earth invade Like a Disease through all its Veins 't is spread And each late living Stream is num'd and dead Le ts melt the frozen Hours make warm the Air Let cheerful Fires Sol's feeble Beams repair Fill the large Bowl with sparkling Wine Let 's drink till our own Faces shine Till we like Suns appear To light and warm the Hemisphere Wine can dispence to all both Light and Heat They are with Wine ineorporate That pow'rful Juice with which no Cold dares mix Which still is fluid and no Frost can fix Let that but in abundance flow And let it storm and thunder hail and snow 'T is Heav'ns Concern and let it be The Care of Heaven still for me These Winds which rend the Oaks and plough the Seas Great Jove can if he please With one commanding Nod appease III. Seek not to know to Morrows Doom That is not ours which is to come The present Moment's all our Store The next shou'd Heav'n allow Then this will be no more So all our Life is but one instant Now. Look on each Day you 've past To be a mighty Treasure won And lay each Moment out in haste We 're sure to live too fast And cannot live too soon Youth does a thousand Pleasures bring Which from decrepit Age will fly Sweets that wanton i' th' Bosome of the Spring In Winter's cold Embraces dye IV. Now Love that everlasting Boy invites To revel while you may in soft Delights Now the kind Nymph yields all her Charms Nor yields in vain to youthful Arms. Slowly she promises at Night to meet But eagerly prevents the Hour with swifter Feet To gloomy Groves and obscure Shades she flies There vails the bright Confession of her Eyes Unwillingly she stays Would more unwillingly depart And in soft Sighs conveys The Whispers of her Heart Still she invites and still denies And vows she 'll leave you if y' are rude Then from her Ravisher she flies But flies to be pursu'd If from his Sight she does her self convey With a feign'd Laugh she will her self betray And cunningly instruct him in the way TO The Dutchess On Her Return from SCOTLAND In the Year 1682. By Mr. DRYDEN WHen Factious Rage to cruel Exile drove The Queen of Beauty and the Court of Love The Muses droop'd with their forsaken Arts And the sad Cupids broke their useless Darts Our fruitful Plains to Wilds and Desarts turn'd Like Edens Face when banish'd Man it mourn'd Love was no more when Loyalty was gone The great Supporter of his awful Throne Love cou'd no longer after Beauty stay But wander'd Northward to the verge of day As if the Sun and He had lost their way But now th' Illustrious Nymph return'd again Brings every Grace Triumphant in her Train The wondring Nereids tho' they rais'd no storm Foreslow'd her passage to behold her form Some cry'd a Venus some a Thetis past But this was not so fair nor that so chast Far from her sight flew Faction Strife and Pride And Envy did but look on her and dy'd What e're we suffer'd from our sullen Fate Her sight is purchas'd at an easie rate Three gloomy Years against this day were set But this one mighty Sum has clear'd the Debt Like Joseph's Dream but with a better doom The Famine past the Plenty still to come For Her the weeping Heav'ns become serene For Her the Ground is clad in cheerful green For Her the Nightingales are taught to sing And Nature has for Her delay'd the Spring The Muse resumes her long-forgotten Lays And Love restor'd his Ancient Realm surveys Recalls our Beauties and revives our Plays His Wast Dominions peoples once again And from Her Presence dates his second Reign But awful Charms on her fair Forehead sit Dispensing what she never will admit Pleasing yet cold like Cynthia's silver Beam The Peoples Wonder and the Poet's Theam Distemper'd Zeal Sedition canker'd Hate No more shall vex the Church and tear the State No more shall Faction civil Discords move Or only Discords of too tender Love Discord like that of Musick 's various parts Discord that makes the harmony of Hearts Discord that only this dispute shall bring Who best shall love the Duke and serve the King A SONG FOR St. CECILIA's Day 1687. Written by John Dryden Esq And Compos'd by Mr. John Baptist Draghi 1. FRom Harmony from Heav'nly Harmony This Universal Frame began When Nature underneath a heap Of jarring Atoms lay And cou'd not heave her Head The tuneful Voice was heard from high Arise ye more than dead Then cold and hot and moist and dry In order to their stations leap And MUSICK' 's Pow'r obey From Harmony from Heav'nly Harmony This Universal Frame began From Harmony to Harmony Through all the compass of the Notes it ran The Diapason closing full in Man 2. What Passion cannot MUSICK raise and quell When Jubal struck the corded Shell His list'ning Brethren stood around And wond'ring on their Faces fell To worship that Celestial Sound Less than a God they thought there cou'd not dwell Within the hollow of that Shell That spoke so sweetly and so well What Passion cannot MUSICK raise and quell 3. The TRUMPETS loud Clangor Excites us to Arms With shrill Notes of Anger And mortal Alarms The double double double beat Of the thundring DRUM Cries heark the Foes come Chare Charge 't is too late to retreat 4. The soft complaining FLUTE In dying Notes discovers The Woes of hopeless Lovers Whose Dirge is whisper'd by the warbling LUTE 5. Sharp VIOLINS proclaim Their jealous Pangs and Desperation Fury frantick Indignation Depth of Pains and height of Passion For the fair disdainful Dame 6. But oh what Art can teach What human Voice can reach The sacred ORGANS praise Notes inspiring holy Love Notes that wing their Heav'nly ways To mend the Choires above 7. Orpheus cou'd lead the savage race And Trees unrooted left their place Sequacious of the Lyre But bright CECILIA rais'd the wonder high'r When to her ORGAN vocal Breath was giv'n An Angel heard and straight appear'd Mistaking Earth for Heav'n Grand CHORUS As from the pow'r of Sacred Lays The Spheres began to move And sung the great Creator's praise To all the bless'd above So when the last and dreadful hour This crumbling Pageant shall devour The TRUMPET shall be heard on high The Dead shall live the Living die And MUSICK shall untune
I sit to view The running Horses but to gaze on you Near you I chuse an advantageous place And whilst your eyes are fixt upon the Race Mine are on you Thus do we feast our sight Each alike pleas'd with Objects of delight In softest whispers I my Passion move You of the Rider talk but I of Love When to please you I streight my Subject quit And change my Wishes to your Favourite Oh might I ride and be so much your care I 'd start with courage from the Barrier And with a swift short compass brush the Goal Unless the sight of you my course restrains And makes my hands forgo the loosned Reins As Pelops gaz'd on Hippodamia's face Till he had almost lost th' important Race Yet he his Mistress by her Favour won So may our Prize assist us when we run What mean these starts you must not can't remove This kind auspicious place was fram'd for Love I fear you 're crowded Gentlemen forbear Pray let your Arms and Knees the Lady spare Madam your Gown hangs down nay pray let me Oh Heavens what fine what curious Legs I see Sure who Diana in a Forrest drew Coppi'd in this the gracefull'st part from you Such Atalant discovering as she ran What rapt'rous Wishes seiz'd Minalion I burn'd and rag'd before what then are these But Flames on Flames and Waters to the Seas By these a thousand other Charms are guest Which are so advantageously supprest Oh for some air this scorching heat remove Your Fan wou'd do 't but 't is the heat of Love But now the Pomp appears the Sacred throng Command applauses from the Heart and Tongue First Victory with expanded Wings does move Be near O Goddess to assist my Love To Mars let Warriours Acclamations raise The Merchants Tongues resound with Neptune's Praise Whilst I whom neither Seas nor Arms invite In Love alone the fruit of Peace delight To their Apollo let the Prophets pray And Hunters to Diana Homage pay Let the Mechanicks to Minerva vow Rusticks to Ceres and to Bacchus bow Whilst I devote my self to thee alone Kind Venus and the powerful God thy Son O be propitious to my Enterprise Inform with all thy softness these fair Eyes And to Love's Cause her gentle Breast incline She grants and has confirm'd it with a Sign Do you assure it too you who 're to me With Venus leave the mightier Deity By all these Heav'nly Witnesses to you Will I be ever faithful ever true Now in the open Cirque the Game 's begun The Praetor gives the signal now they run I see which way your Wishes are inclin'd To him a certain Conquest is design'd For ev'n the Horses seem to know your mind He takes too large a compass to come in And lets his Adversary get between Recall him Romans for a second heat And clear the Course Now see your ground you better do maintain This Lady's Favour and your Fame regain The Prize is his As yours successful prove So let my Wishes which are all for Love I 'm yet to conquer and your Heart 's the Prize Something she promis'd with her sparkling Eyes And smil'd Enough did I transported cry The rest I 'll leave to Opportunity OVID's Love-Elegies BOOK III. ELEG III. Of his Perjur'd Mistress By Henry Cromwell Esquire CAn there be Gods has she not falsly swore Yet is the Beauty that she was before The curious Tresses of her dangling Hair As long and graceful still as e're they were That same inimitable White and Red Which o're her Face was so distinctly spread The Roses and the Lillies keep their place And every Feature still as justly grace Her sparkling Eyes their Lustre still retain That form that perfect shape does still remain As if she ne're had sin'd And Heav'n 't is plain Suff'ring the fairer Sex to break their Vows To the Superiour Power of Beauty bows T' inforce my credit to her Perjuries Oft wou'd she swear by those persuasive Eyes As if that Charm had been too weak to move Sh 'as added mine tell me ye Powers above Why all this pain why are these guiltless Eyes For her Offence th' attoning Sacrifice Was 't not enough Andromeda has dy'd An Expiation for her Mother's pride Is 't not enough that unconcern'd you see Vain Witnesses for Truth for Faith for me Such an affront put on Divinity Yet no Revenge the daring Crime pursue But the deceiv'd must be her Victim too Either the Gods are empty Notions crept Into the minds of Dreamers as they slept In vain are fear'd are but the tricks of Law To keep the foolish cred'lous World in awe Or if there be a God he loves the Fair And all things at their sole disposal are For us are all the Instruments of War Design'd the Sword of Mars and Pallas Spear 'Gainst us alone Apollo's Bows are bent And at our Heads Jove's brandish'd Thunder sent Yet of the Ladies oh how fond are they Dare not the Injuries they receive repay But those who ought to fear 'em they obey Jove to his Votaries is most severe Temples nor Altars does his Lightning spare Obliging Semele in Flames expires But those who merit can escape the Fires Is this the justice of your Powers Divine Who then will offer Incense at a Shrine Why do we thus reproach the Deities Have they not Hearts and surely they have Eyes Nay had I been a God I had believ'd The lovely Criminals and been deceiv'd Had wav'd the Judgments to their Perj'ries due And sworn my self that all they spoke was true Since then the Gods such ample Gifts bestow As make you absolute o're Men below Pray let me find some Mercy in your Reign Or spare at least your Lover's Eyes from pain TO THE Lady CASTLEMAIN UPON Her incouraging his first Play BY Mr. DRYDEN AS Seamen Shipwrack'd on some happy Shore Discover Wealth in Lands unknown before And what their Art had labour'd long in vain By their Misfortunes happily obtain So my much envy'd Muse by storms long tost Is thrown upon your hospitable Coast And finds more favour by her ill success Than she cou'd hope for by her Happiness Once Cato's Vertue did the Gods oppose While they the Victor He the Vanquish'd chose But you have done what Cato cou'd not do To chuse the Vanquish'd and restore him too Let others still Triumph and gain their Cause By their Deserts or by the World's Applause Let Merit Crowns and Justice Lawrels give But let me happy by your Pity live True Poets empty Fame and Praise despise Fame is the Trumpet but your Smile the Prize You sit above and see vain Men below Contend for what you only can bestow But those great actions others do by chance Are like your Beauty your Inheritance So great a Soul such sweetness join'd in one Cou'd only spring from Noble Grandison You like the Stars not by Reflection bright Are born to your own Heav'n and your own light Like them are good but from a Nobler
to Food Whilst the cool Shade by small refreshing Streams Invite soft Sleep and gentle pleasing Dreams The Rustick Youth the Goddess shou'd implore To bless their Fruits and to encrease their Store Thrice let the Sacrifice in Triumph led Crown the new Off-spring of her fruitful Bed A joyful Quire shall sing her Praises round And with unequal Motions beat the Ground Whilst Oaken Branches on their Temples twine To shew the better use of Corn and Wine The Goddess thus appeas'd will bend her Ear And with a plenteous Harvest will reward your Care The certain Seasons of the Year to know Great Jove has taught us and from whence they flow Droughts Rains and Winds their certain Signs forego Those Messengers of Fate fly to provide the way To give the Signal of a gloomy Day The Moon her Tokens constantly fulfils And with her Beams points out th' approaching Ills. Her waining Orb puts on a various Form To give the Sign of an impending Storm When South Winds rise the Herdsmen justly fear And seek a Shelter when the Tempest 's near First from a gentle blast the Winds arise Whose Infant Voice in whisp'ring Murmurs flys Then with loud Clamours fills the troubled Skies By small degrees advanc'd it stronger grows Till every Point each other does oppose Then through the jarring Zones it frets and roars And lifts the swelling Billows to the Shores Vast watry Mountains rowl upon the Sand And angry Surges beat the trembling Land A harsh shrill noise the ecchoing Caverns fills And strikes the Ear from the resounding Hills Whose Reverend Tops with aged Pine-trees crown'd Rock with the Wind and tremble with the sound Then threatning Surges hardly can forbear The tatter'd Vessel while the Seamen fear Each rowling Billow shou'd their last appear The frightned Native of the troubled Waves His long accustom'd Habitation leaves Now born aloft a winged Army soar To seek for safety on a calmer Shore The More-Hen conscious of the Tempest near Plays on the Sand and so prevents her fear The Hern forsakes his ancient marshy Bed And tow'rs to Heav'n while Clouds bedew his head Sometimes he 's met by a descending Star Which warns the Tempest rushing from afar The headlong Planet glides in fiery Streams And shoots through Darkness with its Radiant Beams It cuts the Shadows with a Train of Light And makes a Medley of the Day and Night A sportive Whirlwind lifts the moving Sand In my stick Circles dancing on the Land Now wanton Feathers whiten all the Flood And sapless Leaves fly o're the shaken Wood At distance black'ning in a dusky Cloud But when a new-fledg'd Storm comes blust'ring forth And quits the thund'ring Regions of the North When East and West in distant Poles conspire Uniting Rage to swell the Deluge higher With rapid Streams the full-charg'd Chanels flow Collecting Forces as they farther go Th' unruly Tide no sturdy Banks controul O're unknown Plains the furious Torrents rowl The Reapers mourn to see the Deluge bear Their long expected Labours of the Year LA jeune Iris aux cheveux gris Disoit à Theodate Retournons mon cher à Paris Avant que l'on combatte Vous me donnés trop de souci Car Guillaume ne raille Helas que feriez-vous icy Le jour d'une bataille Il est vray que vous partirés Sans Lauriers sans Gloire Et que vous Embarrasserés Ceux qui font Vôtre Histoire Mais vous devés laisser ces soins A D'Espreaux Corneille Vous ne les payeriés pas moins Quand vous feriés merveille Vous punirez une autre fois Ces gens qui m'ont pillée Qu'elle honte qu'à Charleroy Ils m'ûssent ameneé Quoy que je sois ainée de vous Et que je sois bien sage Jaurois passé parmy ces fous Pour un Rebut de Page A Paraphrase on the French IN Gray-hair'd Celia's wither'd Arms Whilst Mighty Lewis lay She cry'd if I have any Charms My Dearest let 's away I tremble for you when I hear Of Drums the dreadful Rattle Alas Sir what shou'd you do here In dreadful day of battle Perhaps you 'll ask what can repair The Ruines of your Glory 'T is fit you leave so mean a Care To those who Pen your Story Are not D'Espreaux and Corneile paid For Panegyrick writing They know how Heroes may be made Without the help of fighting Your Foes too saucily approach 'T is best to leave them fairly Put six good Horses in your Coach And carry Me to Marly Let Bousters to secure your Fame Go take some Town or buy it Whilst you great Sir at Nostredame Te Deum sing in quiet A SONG BY Sir JOHN EATON 1. TEll me not I my time mispend 'T is time lost to reprove me Persue thou thine I have my end So Chloris only love me 2. Tell me not others Flocks are full Mine poor ' let them despise me Who more abound with Milk and Wool ' So Chloris only prize me 3. Tire others easier Ears with these Unappertaining Stories He never felt the World's Disease Who car'd not for its Glories 4. For pity Thou that wiser art Whose thoughts lie wide of mine Let me alone with my own Heart And I 'le ne're envy thine 5. Nor blame him who e're blames my Wit That seeks no higher Prize Than in unenvy'd Shades to sit And sing of Chloris Eyes Another SONG In Imitation of Sir JOHN EATON's Songs By the Late Earl of ROCHESTER TOO late alas I must confess You need no Arts to move me Such Charms by Nature you possess 'T were madness not to love you Then spare a Heart you may surprise And give my Tongue the Glory To boast tho' my unfaithful Eyes Betray a kinder Story A SONG BY SIDNY GODOLPHIN Esq ON Tom. Killigrew and Will. Murrey 1. TOM and Will were Shepherds twain Who Liv'd and Lov'd together Till Fair Pastora crost the Plain Alack why came the thither Pastora's Fair and Lovely Locks Set both their Hearts on fire Although they did divide their Flocks They had but one desire 2. Tom came of a Gentile Race By Father and by Mother Will was Noble but alas He was a Younger Brother Neither of them no Huntsman was No Fisher nor no Fowler Tom was stil'd the prop'rer Lad But Will the better Bowler 3. Tom wou'd Drink her Health and Swear The Nation cou'd not want her Will wou'd take her by the Ear And with his Voice Enchant her Tom was always in her sight And ne're forgot his Duty Will was Witty and cou'd write Sweet Sonnets on her Beauty 4. Which of them she Loved most Or whither she Lov'd either T was thought they found it to their cost That she indeed Lov'd neither And yet she was so sweet a She So comly of behaviour That Tom thought He and Will thought He Was greatest in her Favour 5. Pastora was a Beauteous Lass Of a charming sprightly Nature Divinely Good and Kind she was And smil'd
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