are tide Wheeles to the feet the fatall frame aspires Pregnant with arms boyes virgins round in Quires Chaunt sacred hymns and touch the ropes with joy It goes and inennacing it enters Troy O Country Troy where Gods once masions found And O you Dardan walls in war renound Foure times in th'entrance of the gates it hung Foure times within the clash of harnesse rung Yet we blind senselesse draw with all our power The unhappy monster to the sacred tower Cassandra then these future fates foretold Whom Trojans ne're believ'd so Phoebus would Poore we to whom that day must be the last Each where with festive bows the temples grac'd But now the heavens were turn'd night rose from Seas Shading earth skies and Grecian treacheries Trojans dispearc'd lay silent on the walls And deep sleep on their wearie bodies falls And now in Ships prepar'd the Argive band From Tenedos saile and steere the well-known strand Following by friendly silence of the Moone The Admiralls light Synon forewarnd as soone Sav'd by ill fates frees from a dore of Pines The Greeks inclos'd whom now the horse resignes To the fresh aire glad from the hollow oke Tisandrus Sthenelus fierce Ulysses broke Athamas Thoas Pyrrhus Machaon And Menelaus by long ropes slide downe With Epeus who the engine did designe Th'invade the town buried in sleep and wine The watch was slain and they by open gates Receive their friends and joyn to their known mates It was the time first sleep the weary soule Possest and heavens best gift on mortalls stole Behold most sadly Hector then appears To me in sleep shedding abundant tears Drag'd at a chariot black with bloody dust As e'rst and through his swoln feet reines were thrust Ah! how much chang'd how from that Hector whom Achilles spoyles once grac'd returning home Or darting Phrygian fire on th' Argive Fleet. Squallid his beard his haire with blood concrete Bearing those wounds those many ne're Troys wall He had receiv'd weeping I seeme to call The man and thus sad speeches did commence O Dardan light O Troys chiefe confidence Why such delayes O Hector from what coast Com'st thou desir'd that thee so many lost After such labours of the town and men Weary we view what sad chance thy serene Looks hath defil'd or why those wounds view I But he to vain demands made no reply But fetching deep from 's breast a heavy grone Ah flie he said from fire scape Venus sonne Troys high towers sinke the walls the Graecians have Enough for her and Priam could strength fave Ilium this hand had sav'd her and now she Her sacred things and Gods commends to thee Take these companions of thy fates with these Build a great City having past the Seas This said he wreaths and mighty Vesta brought And fires eternall from her sacred vault Mean while with various cries the walls resound And more and more although in shady ground My fathers house remote obscurely lay Loud noyse drawes neer and clashing arms dismay I shake off sleep and mount the battlement With speedy steps and stood with ears intent As when with rough winds fire in standing corne Or mountaine floods with a rapt torrent borne Drounds the ranckâ—orn and meads toyles of the oxe Woods head-long sweeps amaz'd on lofty rocks The shepheard ignorant receives the sound Then faith was manifest and Greeks treason found Deiphobus ample frames now overturns By Vulcans rage and next Ucaligon's burns With fire now shine the broad Sigean Baies The trumpets sound men higher clamors raise Mad I take arms arm'd voyd of counsell then To aid the tower with friends to gather men My bosome burns rage fury judgement charms And we conceive it brave to dye in arms Panthus behold escap'd the enemies Apollo's priest Panthus Otriades Bearing things sacred vanquish'd gods he led His Nephew and toth ' shore distracted fled How stand things Panthus what fort doe we hold Scarce said with a deep sigh thus much he told The last dayes come Troys unavoided date Trojans we were Troy was and the high state Of Troy hath been Jove cruell all to Greece Transfers and Greeks the burning town possesse That horse within the walls that mighty frame Powres forth arm'd men bold Synon stirs the flame Insulting others open gates possesse So many thousands never came from Greece Some on both sides the narrow passes guard And drawn swords shining stand to kill prepar'd The watches of the out-workes they invade Who in disorder weake resistance made With Panthus words and ayd of Gods I passe Through flames through arms where sad Erynnis was Where sorrow calls and clamours heaven ascend Ripheus old Iphitus companions joynd By Moon-light brought Dymas and Hypanis Throng to our side and young Migdonidis Who in those dayes by chance to Ilium came Whom with fond love Cassandra did inflame The haplesse son brought Troy and Priam aid But prophesies of the inspired maid Did not regard Yet when I saw a fight they durst maintain Bold youth I said your valour is in vain To save the burning town if you desire To meet your certain death bravely t' expire You see the chance those kept this Realm our Gods Their altars have forsook and blest abodes Then let 's incounter death fall bravely on Vanquish'd mens safety is to hope for none Our youth being thus inrag'd as in dark night Wolves ravening hunt spur'd by fierce appetite Their whelps being left wait with dry jawes so we Through weapons rush rush through the enemie To certain death and through the City made Black night surrounding with a hollow shade Who can the cruell funeralls of that night Declare with equall tears those woes recite Th' old City falls potent so many years In every street flaughter in heaps appears Bodies in houses sacred temples thrown Nor did the Trojans suffer death alone The vanquished their courages recall And now the Graecian conquerors doe fall In all parts cruell grief in all parts feare And various shapes of death was every where Androgeus first of all the Greeks came up To us and follow'd with a mighty troop He unadvised for his friends did take And first with courteous language freely spake Hast sirs O sloathfull what delayes you thus Whilst others ransack burning Pergamus March you but now from the tall fleet this said And straight for we but doubtfull answers made Perceives himself ingag'd amidst his foes And with the word astonisht backward goes As one who on a Serpent ' mongst sharp briers Treads unawares and frighted straight retires From his rais'd wrath and purple swelling head So at the sight Androgeus frighted fled We fiercely charge and round about them drew Amaz'd and ignorant of the place orethrew And fortune did this our first service aid Here heightned with successe Chorabus said O friends where our first fortune way hath shewn For safety take as she directs let 's on Let us change shields in Graeoian armour go Who fraud or valour questions in a foe These shall give
mark setting and rising signs VVhich in four Seasons th'equal year divide But if cold showrs force Swaines within to bide Much work asks haste which gainst the weather's fair Is to be done to whet the blunted share And of a tree to make a hollow bark To measure Corn or else their Sheep to mark These sharpen Forks and Stakes the tender Vine Others infold with bonds of Amarine And some with Rubean twigs neat baskets binde Now dry their corn at fire and then they grinde Some works on Holidayes are to be done To draw out water no Religion Nor Law forbids us nor to hedge our Corne And Snares to lay for Birds to burne the Thorne To wash the bleating Flocks in curing Floods The driver of the slow Ass often loads His back with Oyl or Fruit returning fetch From Town a Handmill or black mass of Pitch The Moone grants severall dayes should be imploy'd Luckie for severall works the fift avoide Hell and the Furies then were borne and Earth Gave mighty Typhon and the Gyants birth Which covenanting Brethren thrice assay To pull down Heaven Pelion on Ossa lay On Ossa green Olympus to have thrown Thrice Jove with thunder cast those mountaines down The seventeenth day is best to plant the Vine Oxen to break threads to the Web to joyn The ninth is best for flight and Bad for theeves Cold night to many works perfection gives Or at Sun rise when fall the early dewes Night to mow Stubble or dry Meadows choose For suppling moysture wants not in the night Some by late fires will watch and VVinter light Sharpning a stake mean while his task though long His dear wife shortens with a pleasing Song Running her sounding Shuttle through her Frame Or she decots sweet Must with gentle flame And scums with leaves froth from the boyling Pot. But blushing Ceres best at noon is cut Amidst the heate the dry corn thrashes best Plow and sow naked Winter is for rest Then Husbandmen injoy what they did gaine And with glad seasts each other entertaine The Geniall time invites and frees from care As wealthy ships when mor'd within the Bar The Saylors on the Sterns fresh Garlands set But you may Mast and Laurell berries get VVith Oyl and bleeding Myrtle then and snare Cranes by the feet and nets for Bucks prepare Cours timerous Hares shoot fallow Dear or swing VVith hempen whip the Balearian sling VVhen Snow lies deep when Ice the river bars VVhat shall I say of the Autumnall Stars VVhen lesser heate gives day a swifter wing VVhich must be watch'd so must the floury Spring Oft I have seen when corne from golden lands Ready to house just when the strawie bands Should binde the sheaves in war the windes contend And from the roote the yellow harvest rend The tempest with so black a whirlwinde flew And the light straw and flying stubble blue Oft from the skie a mighty deluge powres And black storms muster with condensed showrs Clouds from sea gather the arch'd skies resound And Oxens labour the rich corn is drown d. Then dikes are fill'd and swelling waters raise Loud murmurs and seas rore in stormie baies Then in the hideous night Jupiter takes In 's hand bright lightning which discharging shakes The mighty earth beasts fly and mortall hearts Base fear dejects He with his blazing darts Down Athes Rhodope or Ceraunia throws South windes arise blacker the tempest grows Now woods complain with winde and now the shore This fearing know heaven stars and signes before Where Melancholy Saturn doth retire And through what Orbe wanders Cylenian fire But first the gods adore to Ceres yeeld Rites yearly working in the gladsome field VVhen the soft Spring rough Winter shall succeed Then wine grows mellow and Lambs begin to feed Then sleep is pleasant shades spread mountaines ore Let all the jocund Swaines Ceres adore Nor one presume sickles to thrust in corne Till Oken wreathes for her his brows adorne Dance Country Measures and like Verses sing VVhat most sure signs may to our knowledg bring Drowth rain and winde which ushers in the cold Jove hath decreed what new Moons should unfold When South windes rest what Swaines so oft perceive When neerer to their stalls their herds they leave Then straight with rising gusts the Ocean swells And a loud Fragor heard in lofty hills Or afar off shores sound with raging seas And mighty murmurs in the woods increase From tallest ships then bellows scarce refrain When Cormorants with clamour from the maine Fly to the shore and when the Sea-foul sports On the dry Strand and from the Fen resorts And mounting bove the lofty clouds the Herne Oft before windes thou shalt the stars discern Shoot swiftly through the skie and in the night To leave behinde a traine of blazing light And often chaff to fly and falling leaves With floting feathers sport on bounding waves But when it thunders from the cruel North And when the East and Western winds draw forth All dikes are fill'd the Sailor at th' Alarms Strikes his wet sail no storm the wise man harms From which the soaring Crane to Valleys flies Or else the Cow viewing the open skies At her wide nostrils the perception takes Or chattering Swallows fly about the Lakes Or in the mud Frogs sing their old complaint Oft through straight paths to secret roofs the Ant Conveies her Eggs deep drinks the mighty bow And from their foode in a great flight the Crow Makes his retreat and sounds his fanning wings Various Sea-foul with those haunt pleasant Springs And Asian Medows of Cayster use Busie their shoulders bathe with sprinkling dews Now under water thou mayst see them dive And in their sportfull washing vainly strive The wicked Crow aloud then rain demands And all alone stalks proudly on drie sands Nor at Nocturnall wheeles the Maidens be Of stormes nnskilfull when they shining see The oyle to sparkle in the shining Lamp And the hard snuff to make the light grow damp Nor less may'st thou from storms fair weather learn And long before by surest signes discerne For then no star an obtuse beame displays Nor is the Moon estrang'd from Phoebus rayes Nor fine wool fleeces driven through the skie Nor to warme Sun 's ashore with spread wings lie Halcyon's belov'd of Thetis nor loose straw Foule Swine remenber in their mouthes to draw But Clouds sink lower and to Vales retreat And from high roofes observing Phoebus set The Owle in vaine late notes doth exercise Nisus appears high in the Chrystall skies And Scylla punisheth for the purple haire Where ere she flying cuts the yielding aire Nisus behold her sterne foe through the skies Sounding persues where through the Heaven he flies On swift wings shuning through the Clouds she bends Then oft the Crow her watery throat extends Redoubling notes oft in their towrie nest With what unwonted joy I have not guest Sport ' mongst the leaves the storme past glad to see Their ancient buildings and fair Progenie
Me and thy self dear sister and thy town Both Peers and people thou hast overthrown Some water bring that I may bathe the wound And if that any breath be wandring found My lips shall gather it Thus having said She mounts the pile her dying sister laid With sweet imbraces closely to her brest And groaning dries the black blood with her vest To raise her heavie eyes again she tride And fails the deep wound bubbling in herside Thrice leaning on her arms assaid to rise Thrice turning on her bed with wandring eyes Heavens light she sought and finding groans again Then royall Iuno pitying her long pain And tedious death Iris from heaven commands To free her soul and ease lif 's strugling bands Since she di'de not by death deserv'd nor Fates But suddain rage her day anticipates Nor Proserpine did yet her bright hair take Nor doomb'd her head unto the Stygian Lake From heaven then dewie rose-wing'd Iris flew She gainst the sun a thousand colours drew Plac'd on her head Sacred to Dis from thee This charg'd I bear Be from thy body free This said she cuts her hair all heat expires And with it life into the air retires VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE FIFTH BOOK THE ARGUMENT Dido's ascending flames sad Trojans see Storms drive Aeneas back to Sicilie Anchises rites renew'd The annuall games Iris from Iuno stirs the Trojan dames To burn the fleet Aeneas prayes a showre Prevents the mischief quenching all but foure Trojans set sayle Venus of Neptune craves Safe passage for their Navie through his waves The God assents Somnus with Stygian boughes Besprinkles watchfull Palinurus browes Ore board he fals the losse Aeneas spies And weeping at the helm his place supplies MEane while his course resolv'd Aeneas sailes And the dark waves divides with northern gales Viewing unhappy Dido's wals which shone With flames the cause such fire had rais'd unknown But what a woman might in sorrow drown'd Struck deep with grief and burning love was found And by sad auguries Trojans understand As they possest the deep nor any land Now more in ken seas every where and skies Freighted with night and tempest did arise A black cloud waves grew horrid with the shade Then from the high sterne Palinurus said Ah! what huge storms surround the hemisphere Or sather Neptune what dost thou prepare Here bids them ply tough oars stand to their tack Then turnes her side to wind-ward and thus spake Great Prince if Jove should promise with this wind I should despair Italian coasts to finde Gusts rising shift the black west grows more loud And the whole heaven condens'd into one cloud In vaine we strive nor make we any way Therefore since fortune conquers let 's obey Where she cals sayle kinde shores of Erix are And the Sycanian ports from hence not far If rightly stars observ'd I bear in minde Then said the Prince I saw long since the winde Grew scarce and you in vain strove Roomer stand To ease our weary fleet not any land More gratefull is or I could wish for more Then the Dardanian Acestes shore Whose lap infolds my fathers bones This said Faire Zephyre swels their sayles the port they made With a swift current in the Navie stands And joyfull sailes at last to well-known sands Acestes wondred from a mountains height To see them come then hasts to th' friendly fleet A Libyan Bears skin rough with darts he wore whom th' Ilian Dame to flood Crinisus bore He mindfull ofs old stock congratulates Them now return'd and cheers with rurall cates The tir'de inviting to a friendly feast When the next morne had chas'd stars from the East Aeueas having warn'd from all parts round His friends to meet spake from a rising ground Ye Trojans sprung from the high blood of Gods A year hath finish'd monethly periods Since we inter'd the dust of my divine Father and made the funerall altars shine The day draws nigh I guesse which I must still Lament and honour Gods such is your will An exile in Getulian Syrts were I Or in Mycene took i' th Grecian sea Yet annuall vows and solemn rites I 'de pay And heap'd up offerings on his Altars lay Now we are present at my fathers dust Nor without heavenly providence I trust Arriv'd all safe within a friendly shore Glad honours celebrate and winds implore These rites he bid should annually be paid In temples dedicate our City laid Trojan Acestes will two beeves bestow On every ship your Countrey Gods allow And those Acestes honours at the feast And if the ninth Aurora from the East Brings a clear day does earth with beams disclose I 'le for the swiftest ship a prize propose For him runs best who bold strong nerves excite Good at the dart or shoots the nimble Flight Or dare in fight a cruell Cestus trust Come all due Palmes receive and honours just Give your applause your temples crown'd with boughes This said his mothers myrtle shades his brows This Helymus this old Acestes did Ascanius this the youth all followed Midst a great troop from thence Aeneas went With many thousands to the monument And pour'd two bowles of rich wine on the flore Two of new milk and two of sacred gore Strewing the place with purple flowrs then said Haile my blest father haile paternall shade And dust preserv'd in vain heaven would not grant Latium with thee and promis'd fields to plant Nor what ere Lydian Tyber to be sought This said a huge snake from the secret vault With seven vast gyres seven mighty fouldings glides And gently wreath'd the tomb by the Altar slides His back with green was freckled and a bright Purple with gold cast from his scales a light As in the clouds the mighty bow displayes A thousand various hues gainst Phoebus raies Aeneas wonders his long traine he roules Amongst the Goblets and the standing bowles Then feeds and having tasted harmeless went Leaving the Altars to the monument This made him more his fathers rites renew And solemne sacrifice suspecting now That either this one of his servants was Or else the sacred Genius of the place Five sheep he then did kill as many swine With black-back'd steers and as the use pours wine From bowls and great Anchises soul implores And Ghosts remitted from the Stygian shores Then all his friends of their own plenty paid Glad offerings and slain Steers the Altars lade Some spits prepare and boylers plant of brass They entrails rost dispers'd upon the grasse Th' expected day was present with the dawn Phaetous bright Steeds the ninth morn fair had drawn Glad troops from all parts fill the shore by fame Brought thither and renown'd Acestes name Some Trojans come to see others to play Amidst the Cirque in view the prises lay Wreaths sacred tripods palme the victors prize With arms a garment of rich scarlet lies Gold silver talents and appointed games A trumpet from amidst the heap proclaims First from the Fleet four chosen gallies try Their ponderous
them But this the head and strength o' th' Tusoan stem Hence came five hundred which Mizentius deeds Arm'd ' gainst himself whom Mincius crown'd with reeds Brought down from antient Benachus the brine They boldly plow in a most warlike pine A hundred oars with bold Auletes come Who sweep the waves and make the billows fome This mighty Triton bore frighting the tydes With his shrill trump his face and hairy sides Above presents a man a whale the rest And fomy waves resound beneath his breast In thrice ten ships as many Leaders go Troy to relieve and the salt ocean plow Now day had heaven forsaken and the bright Moons black chariot scales Olympus height The Prince for no rest grants his troubled mind Sits at the helm and swells the sails with wind But then behold amidst his voyage bends To him a train of Nymphs his antient friends Whom blest Cybelle bid to rule the seas And had from ships transform'd to goddesses They swam together and the waves divide As many ships did once at anchor ride They knew their King and round about him dance Cymodocea of best utterance Seiz'd with her right his stern her left hand laves Raising her self from sea the silent waves And thus she spake Sleepst thou O goddesse son Awake great Prince and clap more canvase on We are those pines which once crown'd sacred Ide Thy Fleet now chang'd to Nymphs when terrifide With Turnus threatning sword and fire then we Our cables broke and through the sea sought thee Cybelle pitying us this form did give Sea-Nymphs to be and under waves to live Put young Ascanius is beleaguer'd round With arms and Latines ever warlike found And now th' Arcadian horse joyn with the bold Hetrurians and allotted quarters hold To send a party 's Turnus main designe To keep the passe lest both their forces joyn Rise and command thy friends with early dawn To arm themselves and brace thy target on Which Vulcan gave thee and th'unconquer'd shield Did with pure gold on the large border gild Next day if thou conceive my words not vain Thou shalt behold huge heaps of Rutils slain This said she takes her leave and as she dives Her skilfull hand the lusty vessel drives Swift as a dart through billows flies the ship Or winged shafts that nimble winds outstrip So the whole fleet divide the briney seas This much amaz'd great Anchisiades But yet the omen did his spirits raise Then freely viewing heavens mighty convex prayes Mother of gods thou who in Dyndimus prid'st And towre-crown'd cities and with lyons rid'st O guide me in the fight Dear goddesse be Neer with protection and blest augurie Whilst thus he pray'd Aurora with new light Led on the day and darknesse put to flight First he commands that they should all appeare Refresh their spirits and for fight prepare And now his Dardan city he beheld Then from the stern he shews his glittering shield At which a Trojan shout mounts to the stars And hope thus added more their fury spurs Then thick they javelins cast Cranes not so loud Extend their voices from a gloomy cloud When they with clamour cut the yielding skie And from a threatned tempest sounding flie But the Rutilian King and all the bold Ausonian chiefs with wonder did behold Till they to shore saw the tall Navy stood And winged vessels hide the ample flood His crest now burns flames from his plumes aspire And Turnus golden helm did shine with fire As in moyst night a blazing Comet streams With bloody omens red and Syrius beams Brings to sad mortals sicknesses and thirst And heaven in mourning hangs with influence curst But nothing daunts bold Turnus confidence To march to shore and drive th'adventurers thence And thus with words did sleeping valour rouse You have obtain'd what long you sought with vowes And now you have it in your power to fight Then let your wives and fortunes you excite Your fathers facts and fame to memory call Let 's sudden charge and on them bravely fall Whilst now they landing reel with staggering feet Fortune assists the bold This said he casts what forces out to lead And whom to trust with walls beleaguered Me while Aeneas laders for his men Plac'd from the lofty ships but many then Observ'd when waves retreated from the shores Then leap to land but others trust their ores Tarchon supposing he a coast had found Where was no shoal nor broke waves did resound But a calme water with a swelling tyde Thither he turns and to his men thus cryde Now lustie youth now to your tackling stand Drive in the ship and strike that enemie land And let the keel in its own furrow sit To gain that landing I le my vessell split This said at once all stoutly ply their ores And brought their foaming ships to Latine shores Untill their fleet safe on dry ground did stand And without harme the whole navie came to land But thy ship Tarchon did not save her self For whilst it hung upon a spightful shelf Beaten with billows it was bilg'd at last And all her Souldiers in the Ocean cast Whilst Plancks and broken ores did hinder them And drew their sliding feet back with the stream Nor Turnus us'd delay but all his bands Gainst Trojans draws and on the shore he stands They sound a charge and first Aeneas sets On rustick bands and a good signe defeats A Latine squadron and bold Thero slew Who at Aeneas desperately flew Quite through his golden mail and brazen targe His sword in 's bosome found a passage large Then Lycas rip'd from 's mothers belly kil'd Sacred to thee O Phoebus though a child He steel escap'd not far from thence orethrows Stern Cysseus and huge Gyas dealing blows With knottie clubs nor could Alcides armes Nor mighty size nor could in those alarms Their father help who Hercules did aid In all th'adventures which on earth he made Behold whilst Pharon vainly boasts he cast A spear which in 's clamouring mouth stuck fast And nex'd unhappy Cydon whilst he seeks His new love Clytius fair with downie cheeks Aeneas slew and of that love now freed Youth to him made thou hadst lamented dy'd But that thy brothers up against him drew Seven Phorcus off-spring who seven javelins threw Some harmlesse on his shield and helme resound Some Venus broke not suffering to wound Then did Aeneas true Achates call And said bring me those darts nor this hand shall Spend one against the Rutilie in vain Drawn from Greek bodies on the Dardan plain This said he snatch'd a javelin strong and large Which well aim'd pierc'd through Meons brazen targe And through his breast and breast-plate passage made Alcanor his bold brother giving aid Bringing his dying brother of by chance Through th' arm sustain'd him flies the winged lance And sticking in the wound with blood was dide His hand with slack nerves hanging by his side From 's brothers body Numitor a lance Having pul'd forth t' Aeneas
infant brows adorn Let him not draw his Trojans to the field Let both the armies to cessation yield With our own blood this war we shall decide There let him strive to gain the royall bride This said he went to see his horse their plight And fiery mettall gave him much delight Which Orythia gave Pilumus who exceed The snow in whitenesse and the wind in speed The grooms attend they clap their necks and rein Their well born heads and combe the flowing main Next on he tride a sute of armour which Was bright with gold with Orycalcus rich Then puts his sword on and his target brac'd And fits his crest with bloody feathers grac'd Vulcan the sword for 's father Daunus made And hot in Stygian waters cool'd the blade Then to a stately hall he did advance Where ' gainst a pillar stood a mighty lance Aruncian Actors spoyle this down he took And speaking thus with mighty violence shook O never failing when I made my prayer The time draws nigh thou once wert Actors spear And now art mine O grant I may orethrow Th' effeminate Phrygian and this hand the foe Dispoyl of armes with dust his tresses soyl Cnrl'd with hot irons and moist with myrrhe and oyl Thus mov'd with rage through all his face did rise Sparkles of flame fire shines in his bright eyes As when a bull roars dreadful'y for fight And doth his fury with his hornes excite Charging a tree out-braves the winde with blows And sand praeludium to the combate strows Then rag'd Aeneas in Vulcanian arms And whets his wrath preparing for alarms Glad thus to end the war his son and friends To comfort them he shews what fate intends Then he commands some to the King should bear Th'accepted challenge and should peace declare Scarce had the morning crown'd with golden rayes The hils when Phoebus steeds forsook the seas And from their fiery nostrils blew the light When neer the city wall lists for the fight Trojans and Rutiles measuring did prepare Hearths in the midst and flowry altars were To common gods Some water fire defign'd With linnen vail'd Vervaine their brows did bind Ausonian squadrons and the piled troop March from the town and Trojans all drew up And Tyrrhen squadrons hast with various arms Standing imbattel'd ready for alarms Amidst the chiefs in scarlet shine and gold Assaracus off-spring Mnestheus and the bold Asylas with Messapus next took place Messapus bravely mounted Neptunes race The signals heard all cleer th' appointed fields On earth they fix their spears and rest their shields Feeble old men and fearful women haste With the unarmed vulgar where well plac'd The fight they might behold on towres some get Or houses tops on battlements these sit But Juno looking from a hill whose name Is Alban now then without stile or fame Did the whole army of the Latines view The Trojans and the royal city too When thus the goddesse to a goddesse said Who Turnus sister was whom floods obey'd Which gift Jove gave king of the starry sky In recompence of her virginity Nymph glory of the floods whom most I love Of all those Latine dames aspir'd to Jove 's Ungrateful bed and plac'd in heaven with me Lest us thou blame thy sad condition see Whilst fortune pleas'd and fate to Latium gave Successe I Turnus and thy walls did save Now cruel fates attend the youth and I Behold his day and woful chance draw nigh Nor I this peace nor combatants will view If ought thou dar'st now for a brother do Perhaps some better fortune may arise Scarce said when tears poure from Juturna's eyes Beating her snowy breast Then Juno said This is no time to weep thy brother aid And save if now thou canst raise war again And break the peace I 'le the bold act maintain Advising thus she left her much distrest And deep the wounding sorrow pierc'd her breast Mean while both Kings draw forth in solemn state Latinus in a gallant chariot sate Twelve golden rayes impail'd his shining browes Declaring Sol his grandsire Turnus goes With white steeds drawn and shakes two mighty spears Aeneas Romes original appears Bright in celestial arms with him did come Ascanius the next great hope of Rome The priest in white did fleecie sheep designe And the fat ofspring of the brisled swine And cattel to the flaming altars brought They to the rising sun their hands well fraught With salt fruit turn their eyes beasts for divine Uses they take and on their foreheads signe And with full bowls and offerings th' altars lade Then with a drawn sword Prince Aeneas prayd Witnesse O sun this Farth confirm the same For which I through so many troubles came Great Jove and Juno who will now declare For us I crave and thou great God of war Who still in dreadful battels governst all The sacred springs and fountains you I call And mighty powers which in high heaven reside And gods which on the azure billows glide If Turnus fortune shall the victory get We shall return to King Evanders seat Nor my Ascanius nor the Trojan bands Bear arms against you nor invade these lands But if my valour to me conquest give Which may the Gods connrm and I believe Latines shall not the Trojan power obey I seek not rule together they shall sway With equal lawe and leagues eternal make I 'le joyn our gods and let Latinus take The power himself for me the Trojans shall A city build which I le Lavinium call Aeneas said then thus Latinus prayes And looking up to heaven his hands did raise By the same earth and sea and stars I vow The sun and moon and Janus double brow And deepest gates of hell Great Jove hear these Who with thy thunder dost establish peace Altars and fires I touch and powers invoke Never by us shall this our league be broke Whatever chance do fall no day shall tell That I was drawn to break one article First shall the earth be with a deluge drown'd Or heaven shall sink into the Strgian sound And as this scepter he a scepter bore Never shall sprout with verdant branches more Which long cut down no sap from earth recei es And hath to th' axe bequeath'd both boughs and leaves Which once a tree now gold and art adorn And is by princes of the Latines born Thus they confirm the leagues in open view Of all the chiefs and sacred cattel slew Then from the beasts alive hot entrails pull And load the altars with huge chargers full But to the Rutiles now the fight appears Unequal who are mov'd with various fears And more when they him not so cheerfull saw With heavy pace neer to the altar draw And cast down looks who whilst heavens aid he seeks Had lost the manly colour in his cheeks This observation as Juturna viewd To spread and seise the giddy multitude Camerta's form she takes whose grandsire won And rathers valour honour for the son And he himself most
Nor think I Heaven on them such Knowledge states Nor that their Prudence is above the Fates But when a tempest and the fleeting rack Hath chang'd their course and the moyst aire grows black With Southern windes which thicken in the skies Thin vapours and the grosser rarifies Their thoughts are chang d the motions of their minde Inconstant are like Clouds before the winde Hence t is that birds chaunt forth melodious notes The beasts are glad and Crowes stretch joyfull throtes If the swift Sun whose horses never swerve And Moons in order following thou observe Th' insuing day shall never thee deceive Nor nights fair promises of hope bereave When first the Moon renewing flame adorns If a grosse aire obscure her blunted horns Great showres for sea and Husbandmen prepare But if her face a Virgine blush declare It shall be winde ' gainst winde she blusheth still If the fourth day her Orbe with silver fill For that by long experience hath been tride Nor with blunt horns through Chrystall Heaven shall glide That day and all that follow you shall finde To the moneths end free both from raine and winde To Milecert Glaucus Panapaea now Sailors preserv'd from danger pay their vow Also true signes the Sun at rising shewes And when he doth in Thetis lap repose For the most certain on the Sun attend Both in the morne and when the stars ascend When rising he with many spots growes pale Drown'd in a Cloud and half his Orbe doth vaile Then storms expect then Southwinds rise from sea To trees and corne and Cattell enemie Or when amongst thick Clouds before the day Many refracted beams themselves dlsplay Or when forsaking Tythons saffron bed Much paleness hath Auroras cheek ore-spread Ah! then but ill the vines defend their grapes Such horrid haile on house tops ratling leaps This to remember it will profit thee When he high Heaven forsakes for oft we see Strange colours wandring in his visage joyn'd The duskie threatens rain the fiery winde But if the spots red slashes shall unfold All vext with raine and winde thou shalt behold That night shall none perswade me to the sea Nor yet advise that I my anchor weigh But when he gives or takes the day again His Orbe be clear thou fear'st a showre in vain Then thou mayst see soft gales to move the woods What Vesper next whence winds drive empty clouds What Auster plots the Sun doth signifie And who so bold to give the Sun the lye Clandestine tumults he doth oft foreshew And open war from secret plots to grow He pitying Rome at Caesars funerals spread A mourning vaile ore his illustrious head The impious age then fear'd eternall night Though in that time Earth and vast Amphytrite Fierce Dogs and cruell foule strange signs did yield We smoking AEtna i th' Cyclopian field Oft saw to rage and from broke tunnels came Huge liquid stones and mighty globes of flame Germany heard from heaven a sound of armes And the Alps trembled at unus'd alarms A mighty voyce in silent groves was heard And gastly spirits wonderous pale appear'd Before t was night and beasts o wondrous spake Swift rivers stand and yauning earth did quake Brasse in the Temples sweat sad Ivorie weeps High woods Eridanus King of rivers sweeps And on the plaines with hostile billows falls Bearing with him the cattell and their stalls Nor then sad entrails threatnings ceast to shew Nor through the channels putrid blood to flow And then the populous Cities did resound With howling wolves which walk'd their nightly round Nor from cleer skies ever more lightning came Nor such dire Comets oftener seen to flame Again Phillipi Roman Squadrons saw With equall arms for dreadfull battell draw Twice with our blood the Gods did not disdain To inrich Aemus and th' Aemathian pliane Time comes by Swians when turning up their ground Eaten with rust large Javelins shall be found Or boysterous rakes from emptie helms strike fire And shall huge bones dig'd from their tombs admire Great Vesta Romulus and our native Gods Who lofty Rome preserve and Tuscan floods Ah for the Prince at length your selves ingage That he again repair this ruin'd Age. Long since enough we with our bloods did pay For sacrelegious perjuries of Troy Caesar long since Heavens court envi'de us thee Griev'd thou shouldst pleas'd with mortall triumphs be Wrong was turn'd right and war through all the world So many shapes of wickedness had hurl'd To the scorn'd Plow no man doth honour yield Swains prest to arms waste lies th' uncultur'd field And crooked Sythes to swords transformed are Euphrates here there Germany makes war The neighbouring Towns in Civill arms ingage And impious Mars through all the world doth rage As when the Chariots starting from the bar Straight through the listed Champaine hurried are The Charioteer is borne away in vaine Checking their speed who now contemn the reine THE SECOND BOOK OF Virgil's GEORGICKS THE ARGUMENT How trees by nature grow some from the root Some from the seed some of themselves do sprout As many wayes of Art experience grants The Gardner graffs inoculates transplants What fruitfull trees in severall Countries are But none with happie Italie compare How to discerne the goodness of each ground Where choicest Olives and best Vines are found What safty in the harmless Countrey lies What dangers from rebellious Cities rise THus much of tillage and the Planets sway I 'le thee now Bacchus and wilde plants display And the slow Olives race father draw neer All things are full of thy great bounty here Thou pregnant fields deck'st with Autumnall vine Till foming presses overflow with wine O Father come and lay thy buskins by With me in Must then staine thy naked thigh Trees in their growth of different natures are Some spring themselves unforc'd by humane care As in the fields where winding rivers flow The gentle Broom Poplar and Sallow grow And Willowes with fresh branches flourishing Some from their seed being set as Chestnuts spring And Joves great Aesculus which all groves excel'd And Okes which Grecians still oraculous held In mighty Groves some spring from their own root So Cheries Elms Parnassian Laurell shoot Which small in great shade of their mother rise These waies first nature gave by these all trees In Orchards woods and sacred Forrests grow Others there are which use and custome shew Here from the tender Parent this man gets The sprouting twigs and in a furrow sets There in the earth another covers stocks Of ancient trees pales posts and cloven blocks Some trees require their boughes be set archwise And make their own soile living nurseries Some need no root nor doth the Gardner doubt That sprigs set in the ground shall timely sprout And wondrous to be told the Olive root From a drie stick cut at the end will shoote And oft without impairing we may see The boughes of one chang'd to another tree And Pears from grafted Apples for to spread And stonie
white bird appears In blushing spring which the long Serpent fears Or in first Autums cold before the sun Hath cool'd his steeds in winter summer don Spring cloaths the woods with leaves and groves attires Earth swels with spring and genitall seed requires In fruitfull showrs th' Almighty from above Descends i th' lap of his delighted love And great he with the mighty body joyn'd Both propagates and fosters every kinde Harmonious birds then sing in every grove And cattell taste the sweet delights of love Earth blest now teems soft winds dissolve the Meads With cheering warmth through all sweet moysture spreads To the new sun the tender herbage dare Open their leaves nor vines rough Auster fear Nor thundering Boreas ushering dreadfull showrs But all things bud with blossome leaf and flowers Sure I believe when first the world was made So shone the day and such bright conduct had That was the Spring the Spring made all things fair And blustering Eurus did cold tempests spare Then cattell breed in unplow'd fields began First to appear that iron race of man VVilde beasts possest the wood and Heaven the stars Nor tender creatures could indure such cares If not those breathings were twixt heat and cold And Heavens indulgence did the earth uphold VVhat ever plant thou in the earth dost set First dung it well and deeply cover it Let shels and limestones guard it with a paile That streams may glide betwixt and may exhale A gentle vapour that may cheer the plant Some stones and potshcards use to lay upon 't Which a defence gainst rising tempests yield And when hot Syrius chops the parched field Thy plants being set next often draw the mold About the roots to break the clods be bold And with a thwarting Plow turn cross thy ground And let thy labouring steers thy vines surround Then take smooth reeds and wands and sticks prepare With ashen poles and stakes that pointed are Supported thus the winds they will contemn And boldly climbe the high Elms tallest stemme But whil'st in tender Infancy they are Sprouting new leaves the gentle offspring spare Nor when the verdant branches do arise And with loose reins are posting to the skies Use not thy sharper knife but gently pull Th' ambitious bowes and haughty branches cull But when grown strong th'imbrace the blms high top Then shave their locks and dangling tresses crop Before they fear'd the knife more rigorous now Use thy commands upon the stubborn bough And from all cattell strongly them immare Whil'st the soft bows disturbance not indure T' whom Cowes and Goats and Sheep more harme have done Then freezing winter and the scorching Sun Cold not so much nor white congealing frosts Nor vexing beams which beat on sandie coasts As cattell harme when with a venom'd tooth They wound the branches in their tender youth Only for this crime we on Altars pay Bacchus a Goat and act the ancient play Then from great villages Athenians hast And where the high-wayes meet the prise is plac'd They to soft meads heighten'd with wine advance And joyfully mongst oyled bottels dance Th' Asonian race and those from Troy did spring Dissolv'd with laughter rustick verses sing In Visards of rough bark conceal their face And with glad numbers thee great Bacchus grace Hanging soft pictures on thy lofty pine Then vineyards swell pregnant with cheering wine The shadie Groves and the deep vales oreflow Where e're the God shews his illustrious brow To Bacchus then let us due praises sing In ancient verse wafers and Javelins bring A sacred Goat to th' Altars draw by th'horne On Hazell spits then the fat entrails turn But other toyles in dressing vines are found And nere enough three or foure times thy ground Turn yearly and with forks reverst the clods Constantly break and cleanse from leaves the woods Labour returns in circle to the Swaine And years revolve in their own steps again But when thy vineyard her last leaves removes And cold North-winds dispoyle the glorious Groves Then the industrious Husbandman takes care T' extend his labour-to th' insuing year To lop the vine which hitherto escapes And with old Saturns hook he pruning shapes First dig thy ground and shreads and refuse burne And under roofs the poles and stakes return Gather your vintage last vines twice have shade And twice the corne thick briers and weeds invade Both toyles are painfull a large Farme commend A little till Thorns that to woods extend And reeds which clog the banks to cut prepare And on wilde Sallow take especiall care The vines are bound pruners no more they want And round the empty walls the Gardners chant Yet still must labour be and toyle in dust And grapes being ripe a tempest they mistrust On th' other side Olives you may neglect They need no care nor crooked Sythes expect Nor the tenacious Rake once set they rise Shooting luxurious branches to the skies Those grounds supply turn'd with the crooked Plow Moysture enough and large increase allow Th' Embleme of Peace thus the rich Olive growes So Apples when they feel extending boughes And growing strength suddaine the stars invade By their own vertue scorning humane aid Nor less with fruit are laden every bush And wilder Forrests with red beries blush There shrubs are cut and Firr in tall woods breed Nocturnall fires and Torches thence proceed And shall men doubt to plant and carefull be Why urge I these Broome and the Sallow tree Or feed the sheep or else the shepherd shade Yield honey or for corne are hedges made What pleasure is t to view Cytorus rich With waving Box and groves of Marick pitch How am I pleas'd to see those fields that are Glorious undrest nor us'd to humane care Those barren trees high Caucasus do crown Which storms oft tears and often tumble down Are of great use There Pines for Masts are feld And Cypres and tall Cedars towres to build Here coverings for their Cars and spoaks for wheels Husbandmen get and ships finde crooked keeles Sallowes have boughes the tall Elms leavie are Myrtle for Spears and Cornell fit for war And Yewes are bent into Ityrian bowes Smooth Tile and Box the skilfull Turner knowes How to compleat and with his tooles to trimme And down the Poe in rough streams Alders swimme In rugged bark the bees conceal their stocks And hoard in hollow wombs of ancient okes Can Bacchus blessing like to these dispense 'T was Bacchus first proud quarrels did commence He in cold death did those hot Centaurs tame Hylaeus Rhetus Polus overcame As threatning Lapiths he a Goblet threw Oh happie Swaines if their own good they knew To whom just Earth remote from cruel wars From her full breasts soft nourishment prepares Although from high roofes through proud Arches come No floods of Clients early from each roome Nor Marble pillars seek which bright shels grace Gold-woven vestments nor Chorinthian brasse Nor white wool stain'd in the Assyrian juice Nor simple oyle corrupt with
fates declare Now I recall these Kingdomes she foretold Due to our race and oft Hesperia would Oft Italie name but who could understand Trojans must come to the Ausonian strand Or whom could then divine Cassandra move Phoebus obey best things advis'd approve This said all glad performe what was injoyn'd This seat we leave a few being left behind Set saile in hollow keeles through vast Seas bore After we took the main nor any more Countreys appeare every where sea and skies With night and tempest big a clowd did rise The water horrid with the darknesse growes Winds rowle huge waves and mighty seas arose We through vast gulphs are tost stormes hide the day And heaven is to the hurnid night a prey Flames breaking often from the gaping clowds Drove from our course we wander through dark floods Nor Palinurus knows in such a skie Or day or night or what course now to ply Three dayes uncertain with blind mists we erre As many nights wander without a star The fourth day we did rising land behold And far-off hills which wandring clouds infold Sailes struck with ores the lusty Sea-men sweep The foaming waves and brush the azure deep Escap'd the floods first me the Strophades Receiv'd Isles mid'st the great Ionean Seas Greeks call the Strophades which Celaeno tooke And other Harpies after they forsooke Phineas bar'd gates and former boards through feare No monsters are like these nor more severe A plague or wrath of God ere rose from Styx The foule are Virgin-fac'd a loathsome flix Works on them still hook'd clawes and alwaies pale With hunger vex'd This having reach'd we for the harbor stand When we beheld fat heards about the strand And shaggie goats no heardsman on we fall Streight with our swords the Gods and Jove we call To share the prey then tables we prepare On winding shores and highly feasted were When from the hills did dreadfull Harpies rise And swift they shake their wings with hideous cries Our meat they seize and with foule tallons rend And with a putrid breath dire skreeches send Far more with-drawne under Arch'd rocks shut in With trees and with a horrid shade agen Tables we spread Altars with fire supplide Agen from lurking holes on th' other side Loud troops with pounc'd feet round our dishes swarm And spoyle our meat then that my friends should arme I gave command and fight with that dire race They did as I requir'd and in the grasse They leave their swords and hide their glittering shields That when they sounding flew through ample fields Misenus with his trumpet might a signe Give from a hill they charge strange battels joyn And horrid sea-fowle with their steele attempt But no stroke hurts their plumes their backs exempt From wounds they with swift flight to heaven are born And with fowle prints forsake their prey halfe torne Celaeno pearch'd alone on a high rock Unhappy Prophetesse thus silence broke For slaughter'd cattell and slaine bullocks are These fights O Trojans or prepare ye war Us innocent Harpies from our realms t' expell If so hear this these words remember well What Jove Apollo Phoebus me foretold I greatest of the furies now unfold Your quest is Italy Italy you shall sayle Enter her Ports with the implored gale But ere you shall surround your town with walls Dire famine for our unjust funeralls Shall make you eat your trenchers these she said And to the woods she flyes on wings displaid Then sudden feare doth my companions seize Cold blood benumbs their courage falls not peace Seek they with arms now but with vows and praier Whether they Goddesses or fowle birds are But from the shore my sire extends his hands Great powers implores and sacred rites commands You gods forbid these threats you Deities Avert such chance to save the pious please And order gave to loose our cables then And cleare our trembling anchorage agen Pregnant our sayles we fly through fomie seas What course the South winds and our master please Woody Zacynthus now from sea arose Dulichium Same high clift Neritos Ithacus rocks Laertian realms we fled And curse the shore cruell Ulysses bred Leucates cloud-crown'd mountaines next arise And Phoebus which the Sayler terrifies Here tir'd we came to the small Citie hast Our ships possesse the shores and anchors cast Then we unhop'd-for land at length injoy We purge to Jove Altars with vowes employ And Troys games celebrate on th' Actian soyle Naked my friends wrestle in flowing oyle To scape so many Graecian Cities we Rejoyce and thus to have steer'd through th' enemy Mean while the Sun had his great circle run And North winds vext the Seas Winter begun A brazen shield which Abas wore I fix Upon a pillar and this verse annex These armes from conquering Greeks Aeneas bore I bid them quit the Port fit to their ore Striving they cuffe the billowes brush the tide Pheacus airie turrets soon we hide By Epire to Chaonian Harbours bend Buthrotus lofty Citie we ascend Here fame incredible did my eares invade That Helenus Priams sonne in Epire swaide By Pyrrhus wife those realmes he did obtain Andromache march'd in her own stock again Amaz'd my bosome burns with strong desire To see the man and the strange chance inquire I doe forsake the Navy shores and bay Andromache then solemne rites did pay To Hectors dust with gifts his ghost implores Within a Grove nigh to false Sinois shores Before the citie made of sods she reares Two altars at his tombe her cause of tears Seeing me advance when Trojan arms she spide Distracted and with wonder terrifide Her limbs grew stiffe heat flyes she sounding falls And scarce at last thus she her speech recalls This a true face com'st thou thy selfe to me O Goddesse sonne liv'st thou if dead thou be Where 's Hector at these words she wept her cry Fills all the place to her distempers I In briefe with faltring voyce short answers give Through all extreames escap'd behold I live Doubt not for truth you see What chance attends thee left of such a Lord Can any worthy fate one smile afford Is Hectors wife turn'd into Pyrrhus bride With lookes dejected softly she replide O happiest virgin of King Priam's race Who on the enemies tombe and in the face Of Troy didst suffer death by no chance led Captive to touch a conquering masters bed We from our countries flames through all Seas borne Felt the proud youth Achilles off-springs scorne Both slaves who after with Hermione falls In love and Lacedemon nuptialls And me his slave to his slave Helenus joyn'd But him Orestes raging in his mind Inflam'd with love of 's lost bride did pursue Surpris'd and at his fathers altars slue Thus Pyrrhus dead part of his Kingdome yields To Helenus who stil'd these Chaon fields From Trojan Chaon all Chaonia nam'd And Ilian towers hath on these risings fram'd What wind what fare transports thee to this land What God thee ignorant brought to touch our
Forsake and other billows roul with oars Brief th' aged Priestesse thus to him replies Anchises son sure stock of deities Thou Styx Cocytus view'st by this to swear And to deceive the power the Gods do fear All those sad troops thou seest are not interr'd That Charon those he wafts are sepulcher'd Untill their bones in quiet rest before None passe these hoarce waves to the horrid shore A hundred years to wander here they' are bound Permitted then to passe the Stygian sound The Prince at this no further did advance And full of thoughts pitying their sad mischance Leucaspes and Orontes there he spies The Lycian chief sad wanting obsequies Whom the black south o're set with tempest when They sail'd to Troy waves swallowing ship and men Lo Palinure the master next appear'd Whom whilst by stars from Lybia he steer'd Fell mid'st the waves and tumbles with the stern Him when he could in so much shade discern O Palinure first said what deitie Snatch'd thee from us and drown'd amid'st the Sea Speak for to me still Phoebus words prov'd true But onely in my hopes concerning you He said thou safe to Latium through the seas Shouldst passe behold Are these his promises Great Trojan Prince Phoebus deceiv'd not thee Said Palinure nor hath the God drown'd me For the torne rudder grasping with much force As to my charge I stuck and steer'd my course With it I fell by the rough seas I sweare Nor for my selfe conceiv'd I so much feare But that the Master wanting at the helme Such swelling waves thy ship might overwhelme Three stormie nights rough south winds carried me Through the vast waves the fourth dawne Italy Rais'd on a swelling wave I saw and swam Softly to shore and to firm footing came When cruel men on me with weapons set Grasping rough bancks loaden with garments wet Who ignorantly tooke me for a prey The waves possesse me now and in the sea The winds oft rowle my body to the shore But by heavens pleasant light I thee implore Py thy deare Father and thy hopefull heire Take me from hence great Prince or else interre For thou hast power and seeke m'in Velins bay Or if thy mother Venus shew the way For I beleeve without some aiding God Thou com'st not now to faile this dreadful flood Then helpe a wretch and me transport with thee That I at last in death may quiet be This said then Sybill thus her selfe exprest Whence Palinurus comes this strange request Wouldst thou unburied Styx the furies Lake Behold and without leave these shores forsake Desist to hope that fates will heare thy prayer But take this comfort to appease thy care The neighbouring Cities shall thy bones interre And mov'd by omens build thy sepulchre Then to thy tombe pay yearly rites and shall The place for ever Palinurus call These words appeas'd his cares and griefe ore-came Proud of a countrey that should beare his name Then on they went and to the stream drew nigh As Charon these from Stygian waves did spie Bending through silent groves to his fad strands Thus rudely first begins and threatning stands Who ere thus arm'd approachest to our streams Your businesse tell this is the place of dreams Of shades and drousie night depart nor can My Stygian boat transport a living man Nor pleas'd it me to waft ore Stygian seas Theseus Perithous nor great Hercules Though sprung from Gods men never vanquished From our Kings Throne in chains Alcides led Hels porter trembling the other did combine To take from Plutoe's bed chast Proserpine Then Sybill said give not such way to rage Here are no stratagems nor arms t' ingage A violence let hels Porter ever lye In 's kennell and pale Shadowes terrifie Still in her Uncles Court the Queen may be Aeneas fam'd for armes and pietie To see his father through darke shades descends If thee no shape of such affection bends Behold this bough which hidden in her vest She shewes then swelling rage forsakes his breast Nor more he said but the strange gift admires The fatall bough not seen in many years Then turns his sable vessel toward the strand Thence drives those Ghosts sate waiting on the sand Opens his hatches and receives his freight The craz'd boat groanes with great Aeneas weight And leakie drunck much water safe at last He with the Priestesse and Aeneas past And free from foule mud ' mongst black rushes lands From triple jawes great Cerberus through those strdans Still barks and huge in a vast kennell lies When she his neck dreadfull with serpents spies She casts to him a soporiferous bit He opens his three mouths to swallow it Then being laid stretcht forth his long back lies Measuring his kennell with his mighty sise Aeneas past whilst Cerberus sleeps and leaves The shores of irrenavigable waves Then they heard voices and a mighty cry Of Infants weeping which in th'entrance lie Whom from sweet life a wofull death did call From the loved teate with timelesse funerall Next those who falsly were condemn'd to die And did not without Lot or judgement lie Minos being plac'd a silent councell cals And lives examines of the criminals Next after these those wretched Ghosts recide Who nating life have by their own hands dyde And lost their soules who now to live again Would not hard toyle and poverty disdain Them fates deny and the most dreadfull sound Binds in and Stix nine times incircles round Not farre from hence they to large champaigns came The fields of sorrow call'd such was the name Here those whom cruell love with griefe devours Did haunt close walks conceal'd in mirtle bowres Nor in their death relinquish they their woes There Phedra Procris and Euryphile goes Shewing those wounds her son had made he saw Pasiphae Evadne Laodomia Coeneus with them now woman once a man Whom fates restor'd to her own sex againe Amongst these Dido wandred the great wood With a fresh wound whom as Troys Heroe stood And drawing nigh through obscure shades he knew Such in her prime the rising moon we view Or seeme at least to see through clouds displaid Powring forth tears then with sweet love he said Ah haplesse Dido truth that newes did tell Which said thou' rt dead and by thy own hand fell I was the cause now by the stars I vow By Gods and faith if any is below Unwillingly best Queen I left thy lands But was inforced by the gods commands Who now compell me through these shades to passe Through deepest night and this most dismall place Nor my departure could I ere suppose Could thee alas ingage in so much woes O stay and part not thus whom fly'st thou me We nere shall meet againe so fates decree These to her vext and frowning he declares Her to appease but forceth his own tears Fix'd on the earth her eyes averse she held Nor was to change no more with words compeld Then if hard flint or Parian Rocks had stood Then flyes displeas'd and seeks
she bids and finish your intents I see the Cyclops forged battlements And ports which stand with obvious arches there To place the present we commanded were Then through dark wayes they went with equal pace The mid path taking and approach the place Aeneas came to th'porch and purg'd with cleere Water the golden bough he fixed there These rites perform'd the Goddesse gift being plac'd In joyful places they arriv'd at last And came to groves where happy souls do rest In pleasant greens the dwellings of the blest Here larger skies did cloath with purple rayes The field which their own Sun and Stars obeys Some in green meads their time in wrastling spend Some gallantly on the bright sand contend Some graceful footing with a song present In a long robe the Thracian Poet went On seven sweet strings he descants sacred laies His hand now strikes his ivory quill now playes Here Teucers old line a fair race appears ' Most valiant Heroes borne in be ter years Ilus Asaracus and who built Troy's spires Their arms and empty chariots he admires Their spears stuck down their horses through the ground Carelesly fed and what delight they found In arms or chariots or brave steeds alive That pleasure under earth did still survive Others he saw on each side banquetting And in a solemn dance glad Paeans sing Shaded with odorous Laurel by whose woods Eridanus rising rowls his swelling floods And here were those did for their countrey die With Priests who in their lives vow'd chastitie And sacred Poets who pleas'd Phoebus best Or by invented arts mans life assist And others in their memories renown'd Their temples all with snowie garlands bound To those about her thus Sybilla sayes But to Musaeus first who midst them was And taller by the head then all the rest Say blessed souls and thou of Poets best Where is Anchises seatâ— to him we come And the great streams of Erebus have swom To whom the Heroe in few words again We have no certain places we remain On beds of grasse and walk in shadie woods And meadows ever fresh with chrystal floods But if you please t' ascend this rising brow I shall the most convenient passage shew This said he went before and a fair plain Discovering there thence they descend again But old Anchises sought with mighty care Souls which in pleasant vales confined were Which soon must view th' aetherial skies where he Numbred his own renowned progenie Their manners power their riches and their doom When towards him he saw Aeneas come Through pleasant greens joyful his hands did raise And bathing of his cheeks with tears thus sayes Thou com'st at last and thy great love to me Hath vanquish'd the hard journey I may see Thee now dear son and change discourses here Thus I forethought and judg'd the time drew neer Nor hath my care deceiv'd me from what coast Through vast seas com'st thou with what perils tost That now I meet thee here my mind misgave Lest thou in Lybia some mischance might have But he Dear father thy thy woful shade Appearing oft this journey did perswade Our fleet hides Tyrrhen shores grant grant that we May joyn right hands nor our imbraces flee Large floods then drown'd his cheeks thrice he assaid T'infold his neck three times the fleeting shade In vain he with extended arms assails Which like a swift dream flies or nimble gales When in a winding vale Aeneas fees A secret grove and far off murmuring trees And pleasant seats which Lethe warer'd here People in numerous nations did appeare And as in meads the bees in the bright spring Sit on the various flowres incircleing Bright lilleys and all the fields resound with noise Aeneas being ignorant asks the cause Struck with the sight what were those streams wherefore Such multitudes of men had fill'd the shore Anchises then Those souls to whom fates owe New bodies where the streams of Lethe flow Drink secure draughts and long oblivion These I desir'd to thee should be foreshown And these our stock to number whence the more Thou mayst rejoyce finding th' Ausonian shore O sir must such pure souls aetherial aire Review again and to dull flesh repaire Why have the wretches such a strange delight To visit day I shall the cause recite Nor will I hold thee in sulpence dear son Then thus Anchises orderly went on At first the heaven and earth the liquid plain The moons bright globe and stars Titanian A spirit fed within spread through the whole And with the huge heap mix'd infus'd a soule Hence man and beasts and birds derive their strain And monsters floating in the marbled main These seeds have fiery vigour and a birth Of heavenly race but clog'd with heavy earth Which their dull limbs and dying members drown'd Hence fears and hopes sorrows and joy abound Shut in dark flesh their natures they forget But when their latest light and life is set Not all woes leave them nor all tortures quite Forsake the wretches there and 't is but right Things strangely grown by custome into crimes They must be punish'd for their mispent times And tortures feele some in the winds are hung Others to clense their spotted sins are flung In a vast gulph or purg'd in fire they are We all have our own tortures then repare T' Elizium and some few blest seates obtaine Till length of time purg their contracted staine And leave a fire clens'd from all earthly sence A pure aetherial intelligence When thousand yeares have fil'd their period All these God calls in troups to Lethes flood To th â—nd that they forgetfull of what 's past May reascend and bodies take at last Anchises then his son and her this said ' Mongst busie troups and noysfull throngs convaid Then takes a hill from whence they might discerne Them march in order and their faces learne Now comes thy glory and the Dardan race Nephews which shall in Latium have great place Illustrious souls to whom our name must be In briefe I le shew thee thy own destiny Seest thou that youth who leans upon his lance Next lots shall him t'aetheriall aire advance Sylvius and Alban name thy posthume race Sprung from Italian blood shall next take place To thee then old thy wife Lavinia brings Him forth in woods a King and sire of Kings From whom our race shall in long Alba reign Next Procus glory of the Dardan strain Numitor â—apys Sylvius nam'd from thee Aeneas match'd in arms and piety If he at any time rule Alba. View Now thore brave youths and what great strength they shew These shall with civick wreaths their temples bound Nomentum Gabii Fidena found These Collatine towrs famous for chastity Shall raise ' mongst hils and proud Pometii And Inous city Bola Cora frame Thus cal'd hereafter now without a name Then Martial Romulus shall himself conjoyn Companion to his grandsire from the line Of great Assaracus whom Ilia bare Behold a double crown impails his hair Jove
th'hellish Virgin cast a sudden rage Amongst the dogs did with known scent engage More hot to chase hence sprung the wofull jar And first incens'd the rustick soul for war There was a fair large Deer with stately crests Whom Tyrrhens sons took from the mothers breast And Tyrrhens fed the royal cattel were And those large fields intrusted to his care This same their sister Sylvia with great care Adorn'd his crest and binds with garlands faire Did combe and bath him in the chrystal ford He us'd to hand and to his masters bord VVandred in woods and would return although Late in the night and his own dwelling know This wandring far Ascanius fierce hounds chac't When he by chance the pleasant river past And hot on verdant banks prepar'd to rest Then love of praise inflam'd Ascanius breast That from his bow he lets the arrow flie Nor to his hand wanted a deitie The sounding shaft did through his bowels come But the Deer wounded flies to his own home Entring he groans and bloody with sad voice Imploring aid fils all the house with noise Beating her breasts first Sylvia complains And cals aloud to aid the sturdy swains They for in silent groves Alecto hides Suddenly came this a burnt stake provides That a huge knotty club what each man finds Rage makes a weapon Tyrrhus cals his hinds As he by chance did cleave in four an oak And threatning mainly a sharp axe he took But the foul hag watching her time to harm Ascends and sounds the pastoral alarm From a high roof and her infernal voice Sends through a winding-horn at the dire noise The woods did tremble and the groves profound Thundred and Trivias lake far off the sound And sulphure Nar and Velins fountains hear And mothers grasp their children struck with fear But then fierce Rusticks swift where the alarms The trumpet sounded rush with snatch'd-up arms From all parts and Trojuns t' Ascanius aide From open camps like a full torrent made In order draw No rustick fight they make VVith knotty clubs and a burnt pointed stake But fierce with steel they charge the dusky field With drawn swords dreadful arms a splendor yield Struck with the sun and easts to heaven a light As when with rising winds the waves grow white Seas by degrees advance then higher rise At last roll'd from their bottom kisse the skies And here young Almon Tyrrhus eldest son Was in the front by a swift shaft orethrown For in his throat it stuck and stopt his breath Imprisoning th'aiery soul with blood in death There many were with old Galesus slain Whilst he for peace oppos'd himself in vain The justest man which all Ausonia yields And once the richest both in stock and fields Five bleating flocks five heards he did command And with a hundred plowes turns up his land Now whilst the field with equal fortune stood Alecto promise kept when she in blood Had both imbru'd and had first slaughters made She leaving earth to heaven her self convaide Proud with successe to Juno these declares Pehold division ripen'd for sad wars Now let them friendship joyn and leagues conclude Since Trojans I with Tyrrhen blood imbrude And to the act I le adde this if you please The bordering towns to war with rumors raise To love dire Mars them I le inflame with charms All parts shall aid I le strew the fields with arms Then Juno said Of jealousies and fears There are enough firm stand the grounds of wars Now they have fought what weapons they have gain'd By chance at first with forrain blood is stain'd Let Venus great stock and Latinus joyn Such Nuptials and such marriages design But thee great Jove who rules high heaven denies Foldly to wander through celestial skies Retire what new emergencies betide Shall be my care Saturnia thus replide But she displaid her hissing wings with snakes Stooping to hell and heavens bright sphear forsakes There is a place ' midst Italy which stands Under high mountains fam'd through many lands Which sacred vales and a thick grove surrounds And on each side with a dark shadow bounds And in the midst a foming torrent grones Ratling with mighty edies through the stones Here the dire cave and Plutos gates were shewn And the huge gulph of gaping Acheron Opens foul jawes hither Alecto flies And hated eas'd at once both earth and skies No lesse mean while Saturnia perfects war To Court the shepherds flie and stain friends beare Young Almond and Galesus foul with gore The gods they call and the old King implore Turnus arriv'd amidst these loud debates And terrors of the fight ingeminates That Trojans there should plant the Phrygian race Should mixe with them he thrust forth in disgrace Then they whose mothers Bachanalian rage Orgies to lead through deserts did engage Great was the Queens example gathered are From every part and weary Mars for war Against the gods and fate and omens all For impious war with strange perversnesse call And clamouring round Latinus court they stood But he like a fix'd rock against the flood Like a fix'd rock which when a breaking wave Tumbles against him and loud billows rave Stands by his weight the fomy clifts in vain Thunder and back bruis'd weeds are roll'd again But when no power mad counsels could prevent And th' whole affair with cruel Juno went Then did the king the gods and heaven attest Ah we are lost by fates by storms distrest Wretches your impious blood shall punisht be For this and Turnus sad rewards for thee Remains when thou shalt late the gods request I soon shall reach my haven and find rest Though glorious funerals want Nor more he spake But straight retires and did the helm forsake There was an antient use in Latium Which Alban towns held sacred and now Rome Greatest in power observes when they prepare ' Gainst Getae Hircans Arabs cruel war Or march to India and the Eastern main Or enfigns from the Parthians to regain There are two gates of war that name they bear To dire Mars sacred with religious fear A hundred brazen doors which lasting bands Of steel inclos'd in th entrance Janus stands Here when the Senate have a war decreed The Consul glorious in his regal weed And Sabine robe opens the groning gates Proclaiming it and all the youth then waits And doleful notes on brazen rrumpets sound Then to the King ' gainst Trojans they propound War to denounce and open Janus gates He shuns the task and foul engagement hates And hides himself Then Juno from the skie Descending made th' unwilling gates to flie Open by force and the huge brazen bars Saturnia breaks and turns the hinge of wars Ausonia rais'd now burns rows'd from long peace Some in the fields foot-squadrons exercise Some break proud steeds and use them to alarms Wrapt in a dusty cloud all mad take arms This scoures his shield his axe whets oyles his spear Proud to bear ensigns and loud trumpets hear Five mighty
maid and Inachus stood Where with rare art his urn poures forth a flood A cloud of foot did follow the whole strands Shield-bearing squadrons hide the Argive bands The Arunci Rutilii ancient Sicanie Sacrans and shields of painted Labici Those plow thy shores O Tyber people tills Sacred Numicus sow Rutilian hills Circaeus tops who Anxurs fields where Jove Commands and glad Feronias verdant grove Where black fend Satyr lies cold Vfens did Glide through deep vales and in the ocean hid Volscean Camilla march'd with these she leads Regiments of horse the Warrioresse precedes Bands bright in arms her female fingers are Not us'd to Pallas arts to cruel war The maid inur'd or in her swift course borne T'outstrip the winds and flie ore standing corn Nor bruise the tender ear she was so fleet Through sea to run nor dip her nimble feet From fields and houses youth and matrons haste How she with purple regal honour grac'd On her straight shoulders marching they behold Amaz'd how th'button knit her haire with gold Then how she did her Lycian quiver bears And tipt with steel her pastoral myrtle speare THE EIGHTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT Aeneas is admonish'd by a dreame To seek Evanders aide up Tybers streame Arcadians solemnizing annual feasts Aeneas and the Trojans make their guests Cacus strange storie and Herculian rites The King Aeneas to his court invites Fair Venus with sweet love her husband charms And for her son obtains Vulcanian arms Evander Pallas sends t' Aeneas aide A league th' Hetrurians and the Trojans made Venus presents the arms a golden field With Roman victories charg'd adorn'd the shield AS Turnus had with warlike ensigns crown'd Laurentian towres and made shril trumpets sound As he the horse had rais'd and forc'd to arms Straight all disturb'd great Latium in alarms Together take an oath the fierce youth rave Mesaphus Vfens the prime conduct have With them Mezentius who the gods disdains Each where they presse and fields deprive of swains Venalus is sent to Diomede the great For aid and to declare the Trojans seat In Latium Aeneas who doth bring His conquered gods sayes fates decree him King That many people to the Trojans joyn His name in Italy spreads what his designe If fortune grant to him the hop'd event By war to Diomed is more evident Then can Latinus or King Turnus find Thus Latium stood Aeneas in his mind All these revolv'd tost with a flood of care When his swift thoughts divide now here now there And carried divers wayes through all things run As waters trembling light struck by the sun Or image of the radiant moon gainst brasse Now rais'd to heaven flies wide through euery place And to the seelings of high roofs is hurl'd 'T was night when weary creatures through the world Both beasts and birds soft slumber did relaxe When prince Aeneas under heavens cold axe Upon the shore his bosome fraight with cares Or the sad war late for repose prepares The genius of the place old Tyber rose From the glad stream amongst the pop'lar boughs Of finest canvase was his azure weed And his head cover'd with a shady reed And thus his cares asswag'd O race of gods Whem Troy hath brought from foes to our abodes Thou shalt for ever Pergamus protect Laurentian soyl and Latine fields expect Here are sure houses here thy certain seats Nor fear wars menacings all the rage and threats Of gods give place Nor think a dream vain fictions coyns for thou Under wild okes shalt find a mighty sow Pregnant her farrow thirty laid to rest A white sow a white issue at her breast There 's certain quiet there thy city build Ascanius shall thrice ten years circles fill'd There great nam'd Alba raise I speak things sure Now by what means thou conquerour mayst procure A present ayd list brief I shall declare Th' Arcadians here a race from Pallas are Who to these coasts led by Evander came And on these hills their city chose to frame From Pallas Pallanteum stil'd the place These war continuall with the Latine race With these associate leagues conjoyn with them I by my banks shall guide thee up the stream That thou with ores mayst stem the floods Arise O goddesse son with prayers bring sacrifice To Juno with the dawn her wrath allay With humble vowes Victor me honour pay I am whom thou beholdst whose full stream glides Washing these banks and fertile lands divides Blue Tyber heavens delight large walls for me And here a head to lofty seats must be This said the river dives into the deep And from Aeneas flies both night and sleep He rose and viewes the bright Suns Eastern beams Then in his hollow palms takes from the streams Water the use thus praying to the skies Laurentian nymphs nymphs where these floods arise O Tyber father with thy blessed wave At last receive me and from dangers save And wheresoere thou pitying of our woes Shalt glide most fair where ere thy water flowes Still I shall honour alwayes presents bring Horn'd flood of the Hesperian rivers king Oh now assist and give us present aid Two vessels from the fleet he chose this said And tackling fits his mates did oars provide When he behold the wondrous omen spide A white sow with as white a farrow laid And through the wood on a green bank survaid To thee to thee great Juno this he slew And with her issue altars did imbrue Tyber did all that night his swelling flood Appease his flowing waves in silence stood And his streams levels like a gentle lake That with their oars no strugling they should make They haste their course up with the tide they drove The waves admire and th'unfrequented grove Wonders when glittering shields far off they spide And painted galleys through the stream to glide They haste both night and day long reaches made And hid with trees cut through a pleasant shade Now the bright Sun had reach'd the middle sky When they far off did scatter'd houses spy And slender battlements with a little towre But now to heaven advanc'd by Roman power Then but a poor state King Evander had Sraight prores they turn and to the city made By chance th' Arcadian solemn rites that day To great Alcides and the gods did pay Before the Town Pallas his son was there All the prime youth and the poor Senate beare Incense and altars smoak with lukewarm blood As they tall ships saw through th' Opacus wood To haste with silent oars frighted they rise And at the sight forsook the sacrifice Bold Pallas all forbids to quit the board And hastens to them with a ready sword Then from a bank far off Sirs what cause made Ye tempt strange shores or whither bound he said What race whence come you bring ye peace or war Then did Aenaeas from his stern declare And in his hand the peaceful olive shewes Trojans and arms thou seest to Latines foes Who us exil'd inforce
and into Sea-Nymphs turn Euryalus and Nisus venture through The enemies camp by night and many slew Their wofull deaths Italians with the dawn To storm the town are from their quarters drawn The Trojans sally forth in whose retreat Turnus engag'd is shut within their gate Many brave men he kils then on he goes Single against whole regiments of foes At last leaps ore the wall the river swam And off with all his arms in safety came WHilst thus affairs in severall places went Juno to valiant Turnus Iris sent Then in the sacred grove by chance he sate Was to his sire Pilumnus consecrate To whom she thus from rosie lips began What no god dares vouchsafe to any man Turnus behold at length time freely sends Aeneas having left his fleet and friends Is to Evanders palace gone nay more Past to the confines of the Tuscane shore There arms the Rusticks and the Lydian force What doubtst thou now 's the time raise chariots horse Break all delay their troubled camp invade Thus saying to heaven she mounts on wings displaid And through the great bow midst the clouds she flies He knows her and his hands rais'd to the skies Then with such words persues her as she went Iris heavens glory who to me hath sent Thee from above from whence this sudden light I see heaven open and behold the bright Stars wander round the poles the signs obey'd Who ere thou art commands to arms This said From chrystal streams he water takes then plies The Gods with prayers and loads with vowes the skies And now they took the field with all their force Bravely appointed both in arms and horse The Van Messapus Tyrrheus off-spring had Charge of the Reare Turnus the Battel led And by the shoulders arm'd he taller shews As in seven channels silent Ganges flowes With gentle waves or when the fat-stream'd Nile Hides in himself and leaves the fertile soile The Trojan camp a sudden cloud espies Thick with black dust and a dark smoke to rise Caicus first from high works calls aloud What body sirs advanceth in that cloud Arm arm stand to your arms ascend the wall The foe draws nigh Then with great clamour all The Trojans fill the works and bulwarks mann'd For the most warlike Prince gave this command At his departing Whatsoever chance Not to give battel nor to field advance But keep their trenches and their walls maintain Therefore though shame or danger do constrain They kept their gates obeyng that command And arm'd on towres the foe expecting stand Turnus out-stripping the slow Regiments With twenty chosen horse himself presents Before the Town on a brave Thracian born His golden helmet crimson plumes adorn Then thus he said Who first will charge the foe And as he spake did his swift javelin throw Signal to th' fight and bravely first rides out They all obey and follow with a showt Admiring Trojans to such cowardise yeeld That men should feare to fight in open field And lie incamp'd Vext he the walls survaies And secks to enter by obscurest waies As a slie wolf neer a full sheep-coat lies Suffering both wind and weathers injuries Growling till midnight whilst the tender Lambs Exercise bleating safe beneath their dams He sharp ' gainst th' absent raves long want the cause Of greedy hunger and blood-thirsty jawes So Turnus anger burns those warlike frames Viewing and sorrrw his hard bones inflames How to get in and by what means to train The Trojans forth and draw to th' open plain The Fleet which lay close by the Trenches side Round with the stream and buswarks fortifide He charg'd and of his proud mates fire demands And fierce a flaming pine now fills his hands Straight they fall on his presence courage bred With black brands all the youth are furnished They spoile the hearths now pitchy vapours rise And Vulcan mix'd with smoke ascends the skies What god O Muse could make such flames retire And save the Trojan fleet from cruel fire Though old the fact yet lasting is the fame When first Aenaeas did in Ida frame His fleet and rig'd to sail the mighty seas Cybele mother of the Deities Bespake great Jove Dear son thy eare incline To thy lov'd mothers suit since heaven is thine I many yeares did love a piney wood There I had rites there my high temple stood Dark with black fir-trees and a maple shade These when the Dardan prince his navy made I freely gave Now fear me much molests To ease sad care thy mother this requests Let them no voyage craze nor storm orerhrow This grant because they on our hills did grow Then spake her sonne who rules the worlds bright fires Mother why tempt'st thou fate what 's thy desire Shall ships by mortals built immortal be And shall Aeneas safe all dangers see Is such power given to any deity But when their voyage ends they anchor'dly On Latian shores What ships escape the main And set the Dardan on th' Ausonian plain Their mortal form I le change of the great sea Goddesses make as Doto Galate Who foaming Pontus with their breasts divide This by the Stygian streams he ratifide Banks full of sulphur and the horrid lakes Then with his nod he all Olympus shakes The promis'd day was come times due by fate Were full when much incens'd by Turnus hate Cybele sav'd from fire the sacred pines Here in their eyes a wondrous light first shines And from the East a cloud was seen to fly Idaeans dance words dreadfull from the sky Amaz'd the Trojans and Rutilian bands Fear not O Trojans neither arm your hands To save my fleet Turnus shall burn the sea Before these sacred vessels Go be free And Sea-nymphs go Cybele bids They tore Their anchorge then and sodain launch'd from shore And with their beaks like Dolphins duck most strange Dive to the bottom and to Virgins change As many brazen prowes at shore did ride So many beauties to the Ocean glide All wonder fierce Messapus is dismaid His horse disorder'd and swift Tyber staid Murm'ring hoarse things his foot from sea retreats But not bold Turnus confidence abates He cheers now chides then thus his men upbraids This th'eatens them Jove now withdraws all aids Nor dare they Rutile sword nor fire abide And now the Ocean is to them denide No hope of flight that part of help is lost We have the land such thousands in our host Of Latium arm'd nor me those oracles daunt If for themselves the Phrygians any vaunt Enough for Venus fate rich Italie That they have touch'd and there are fates for me This wicked nation to cut off with steel Rob'd of my wife nor do th' Atrid's feel Alone this grief nor may Greece only arm It might suffice once to have fallen to harm Once was enough all women then to hate Whom these slight works and this entrenched gate Grant small delayes t'assured funerals Have they not seen in flames the Trojan walls To lie which Neptune which his hands
shall I match thy honour with the stars Shall I thy power or justice first admire Humbly our King shall know of thy desire If fortune aid us we shall him perswade To peace let who so will then Turnus aid To build your promis'd city we shall joy And bear upon our backs the stones of Troy All with one voice approve the words he said And a cessation for twelve dayes is made Trojans and Lutines wander here and there Through woods and mountains and no danger feare Now mighty Ashes with the axe resound And Pines that kist the stars tumble to ground Whole Okes they cleave sweet Cedar is orethrown And with wild Ash huge cars continual groan And now swift fame this sad disaster tels Evanders court the doleful rumour fills Which said but now Pallas the victory won Swift to the gates amaz'd Arcadians run And as the antient custome torches beare With a long train of light the wayes appear And all the field with funeral tapers shine Whilst to these mourners the sad Trojans joine Whom when the matrons did behold draw nigh They through the City rais'd a woful cry When no perswasions could Evander stay But in he comes and falling down he lay Fix'd on the herse weeping and groning there And long ere thus his grief he could declare Dear Pallas th' ast not kept thy word with me That thou in fight wouldst not so ventrous be I knew how much new glory would inflame And in first service the desire of fame Woful first fruits too hard such rudiments are In thy first lesson which thou learnst in war No God did hear my prayer nor mind my vow And thou blest wife in death most happy now That didst not live to see this sight whilst I Now do survive my own sad destiny And a most wretched father must remain I should have dy'd and Rutils me have slain For joyning with the Trojans and for me Not Pallas should have been this obsequie Nor will I blame the Trojans nor shall rue Th association which I made with you This chance belong'd to my gray hairs But since Untimely death hath took my son from hence I joy that thousand Volsceans fell before Him leading Trojans to th' Au onian shore Nor other rites dear Pallas shalt thou have Then what Aeneas and bold Phrygians gave What Tarchon and their Captains did ordain Who honouring bear trophies of those th' hast flain For thee a huge one Turnus we had seen If he of equal strength and age had been But I the Trojans keep too long from war Farewell and to your King this message bear That I loath'd life prolong Pallas being gone His valour must a father and a son Revenge on Turnus this remains for him Whose worth hath plac'd in Fortunes best esteem Nor joys of life I wish for but to stay Till I these tidings to my son convay Mean while Aurora cleers the darkned aire And brought to wretched mortals toyl and care Aeneas then and Tarchon on the shores Huge piles erect and as their ancestors Here their dead friends they brought then kindle fire And to high heaven clouds of thick smoke aspire Thrice round about the burning piâ—es they goe Gilded in shining arms thâ—ee fires or woe Mounted on mourning horses they surround A doleful cry they raise lâ—ud trumpets sound Arms and the earth is water'd with their tears And lamentations scale the highest sphears Some in the fire the Latine spoils do burn Helms swords and reins and wheels from chariots torn Some their friends shields well known in all alarms Cast after them and their unhappy arms Whole herds of cattel and of swine were kil'd And flocks of sheep brought in from every field Their burning friends they view through all the strand And round about the half-burnt piles they stand Nor could be taken off till dewie night Adorn'd high heaven with constellations bright No lesse on th' other side the Latines reare Innumerable piles many interre Many are to the neighbouring confines born And to the city some again return The rest confused heaps of slaughter'd men They burn uncounted and unhonour'd then The spatious fields with frequent fires are bright When the third day from heaven drove gloomy night Mourning they sweep the ashes from the hearth And mingled bones yet warm they load with earth Now in the Court and rich Latinus seat Were loudest cries and lamentations great Here mothers sisters there the woful nurle Children depriv'd of parents weeping curse The cruel war and Turnus haplesse sute That he alone the quarrel should dispute Who hopes to gain all Latium with the bride Fierce Drances urg'd nor could it be denide That Turnus had been challeng'd to the fight These warm debates their Votes made opposite But he stands shaded with the Queens great name And lasting trophies of 's deserved fame Amidst these tumults and commotions great Behold then sad from Diomed's Royal seat Embassadours answers brought they nothing could With so much toyl expence nor gifts nor gold No suit avail'd they must seek elsewhere aide Or with the Trojans must a Peace be made Latinus faints under a load of care Heaven anger and their slaughter'd friends declare Aeneas came by Fates authority Then his great councell all prime nobles he Summond before him at his Royall Court And through full streets to th' Pallace they resort Then first his place old King Latinus took Holding his Scepter with a heavy look And bids his Lords return'd from Diomed say What they had brought and his whole answer lay In order open silence then being made Obeying his command thus Venulus said My Lords Tydides seat we saw and past All dangers of the tedious way at last And kist that hand the Trojans overcame He Argyripa built and gave a name From his own stock now in Apulian Plains A Conquerour he in setled peace remains After admittance we to audience came Gifts we present our countrey tell and name Who rais'd this war what businesse brought us there He full of honour did himself declare Blest Nation of the old Ausonian race Of Saturns realm what chance disturbs your peace And to a war so dangerous doth perswade Whoe're did sacred Trojan fields invade Those I le omit who under her high wall Perish'd by war or Simois drown'd we all Scatter'd throughout the world had punishment Such as would make Priam himself relent Euboick rocks and Pallas cruel star And vengefull Caphareus witnesse are We from that war were driven from coast to coast Menelaus was t' Hercules pillars tost And Ithacus Aetnean Cyclops view'd Why should I mention Pyrrhus realms subdu'de Idomeneus or his Kingdome lost Or Locrians dwelling on the Lybick coast Then the great Generall of the Graecian bands By his false wife was murdred as he lands O're Asia now th' Adulterer doth raign The Gods with-stand my native soyl again My house and Calydon that I should see And still most dreadful Prodigies follow me My friends have wings and soar