your Skill Caesar is good and will forgive an Ill For mine 's a Crime because he thinks so still The Great and Valiant is the Generous Foe He scorns what little petty Conquerors do His Honour prompts him by a better Law The Fault once own'd he soon Forgives the Crime And ne'er upbraids till he 's provok'd again So fiercest Lions tho' their Power great Pardon the Weak when Prostrate at their Feet Such an Acknowledgment decides the Fray And this is certainly the nobler way But Wolves and Bears of an inferiour Race Always the same are fierce in every Place They no Submission take but seize their Prey And rudely bear the trembling Beast away Who was e'er Rougher than Achilles was Yet Dardanus his Griefs took so much Place His VVrongs was read in Fierce Achilles Face Such thoughts as these make me expect Relief That Heav'n will one day mitigate my Grief Had I bin conscious of some Mighty Fault I durst not then so much as this have Thought Had I in VVine profan'd great Caesar's Name Manag'd reflectingly so good a Theme Had I bin Treacherous I shou'd desire to dye Rather than live with so much infamy But for beholding what I cou'd not shun Banish'd for what my Eyes have only done Is hard and yet for this I 'm Banish'd Rome Now what I ask is you wou'd intercede If Liberty is never to be had Pray my Removal from this horrid Place And I 'le rest satissy'd my Friend with this ELEGY VI. To Perilla GO to Perhilla Letter hasty Go Tell her of e'ery Circumstance you know You 'll find her Waiting by her Mother stand List'ning and Running at the least Command What e'er she 's doing of tell her of me She 'll leave it all and quickly follow thee A thousand times she 'll ask you how I do Whether I 'm melancholly still or No Whether my Health e'ent injur'd by my Fate And I grown old and bend beneath the Weight To all she says make her this short Reply I live but live impatiently to Dye Tell her the Mases are my Care again And all the Pleasure that I have's in them And while you talk ask her be sure why she Busy'd in other Studies left her Poetry She had a sort of Right by Birth to plead Her Father's Wit has always bin allow'd 'T was very hard shou'd Children only live Entitl'd to Diseases that their Parents have Sometimes a Fathers Wit 's a happy Share A Promising Portion in the meanest Heir When Nature in Perilla prov'd her Care And Form'd her Perfect as the Nicest are When every Stroak Foretold a certain Reign And Pregnant Wit early deserv'd a Name 'T was then I brought her to the sacred Spring And gave her to the Nine a grateful Offering They soon inspir'd with Art and Thought And all her Lines were Smooth as she were Taught None than Perilla more sublimely Flew Yet never lost her Rules severely True If Charming Lesbia sung a nobler Song Lesbia with Pains had Read the Muses long Perilla in her Infant Age writ strong Often with Pray'rs I blest th' Auspicious Sign Kist the young Girl in all her Actions Mine Often I wonder'd at the mighty Pow'r A Tale I 'ad heard but never knew before Thus was my thoughts Rais d to a vast Height To see my Darling Care Perhilla Great When strait some angry God his Thunder threw And striking me he struck Perilla too No sooner was my Banishment Decreed But my great hopes were in a Moment dead Perilla all her Books aside had laid What tho' by Reading I 'm unfortunate You may expect my Dear a better Fate Beauty 't is true you have a wondrous Share But Beauty Child tho' every Parent 's care Shines but a while and then will Disappear But Ladies that have Wit and Beauty too May boast more Slaves than Richest Tyrants do Nay when Time has Plough'd the lovely Face And all Perilla's thousand Charms decrease Her Eyes less sprightly and her Lips less red Ner Nose her Cheeks look nothing as they did Her Wit shall still a mighty Empire know And all Mankind shall to Perilla Bow Let this my Dear make you assume your Pen And read with care your Authors o'er again And Bless the World with th' Issue of your Brain FINIS VERSES UPON Several Occasions WITH SOME Translations Out of the Latin and Greek Poets By the same Author LONDON Printed for Richard Cumberland 1697. VERSES UPON Several Occasions ODE 3. Horace Lib. 1. To VIRGIL Taking a Voyage to Athens MAy Venus happily Conduct my Friend And Helen's Brothers shining Stars defend May Aeolus whose Voice the Winds obey Make thee his Care and still the Raging Sea Chain in his Den each Wind but what you want And like a God Protect and Storms prevent And you Fond Ship proud of your Burthen now Sail with more care than usually you do Safely convey him to the Attick Lands The best of Poets and the best of Friends In this you will Preserve my better Half My Virgil Dearer to me than my self His Heart was more than Brass who first durst go And visit distant Shoars as we do now Safe in a Ship the Floting Monsters see And be no more Concern'd i' th' Deep than they Caress the Watery People as they come And smile as tho' some Common thing he'ad done In vain the Prudent Deities divide Confine Mankind by an impetuous Tide While Impious Ships can Cross the Roughest Seas In spite of all the Force of Waves and Skies Nothing 's so Mad that foolish Man won't do Courting Forbidden Ills because they 're so Prometheus long ago begun the Way Stealing Jove's Fire to Animate his Clay But soon the God persu'd him with his Pow'r Sent him Diseases never known before While Death mov'd slowly in a lazy Pace Ages Man liv'd and good and happy was But now his Life 's Contracted to a Span Scarce sooner is he Born than he is gone His Sin made jealous Heav'n snatch him hence With hasty Death confound his Arrogance Fond Daedalus with Wings must needs go Try To Cut the Air and reach the Liquid Sky A Pow'r which Nature's wiser Laws deny Thro' Hell below the Fierce Alcides Ran A Place where none one wou'd 'ave thought wou'd gone Grown Gyants in Impiety we swell And Brave the Gods that wou'd at quiet dwell Nay Jove Assault in his Imperial Throne Uneasy if he lays his Thunder down ODE 5. lib. 1. To Pyrrha WHat Youth unskill'd in Pyrrha's Wanton Art Offers his Love and gives thee all his Heart With Choice Perfumes like a drest amorous Beau Courts Charming Pyrrha as I us'd to do Knocks at thy Door and fears to be deny'd Loving his Pyrrha more than all beside For whom do you those Flowing Locks prepare Careless yet finer than the nicest are When time shall show him what his Pyrrha is How will he Curse his Fond mistaken Bliss When he ne'er us'd to swelling Seas before Looks back and sees the dear
Rites of Burial they have Their Friends expecting what they wou'd have done Are nigh and ready to perform the same The Wat'ry People that inhabit Seas Can claim no Priviledge at all of these Believe me Heav'n worthy such a Fate Besides 't is I that am unfortunate Why shou'd these suffer that are hither sent Not for their Crimes they 're innocent 'T is I not they deserv'd the Banishment Ye Gods whose Voices calm or swell the Flood Too long an Instance of your Power you 've show'd Your Thunder stop that I may safely tread The Distant Shoar that Caesar has decreed Shou'd you resolve to take away my Breath Caesar he judg'd my Crime was less than Death He cou'd have kill'd without your Leave or Pow'r When e're he speaks the Criminal's no more And tho' before his Throne I guilty stand I never did ye Gods your Heav'n offend Nay shou'd you snatch me from the Waves I fear ' My Ruin still is much ah much too near My Doom is Banishment to Lands unseen Where I must live an Exile for my Sin The Hopes of Wealth ne're tempted me to this Those little Thoughts I always cou'd despise Nor yet a Rambling Humour that once sway'd And carry'd me to Athens when unbread No Curiosity to see the Towns That Asia from the Neighb'ring Quarter Bounds Nor does my Vanity to Aegypt lead To see how Nilus seven Streams are sed I rather wish the Winds wou'd guide the Ship Conduct us safely thro' the troubl'd Deep And tho' I see Augustus Face no more Banisht the Court Despis'd Forlorn and Poor I 'm Shipwrackt yet a second Punishment Deny'd the very place of Banishment Too great a Favour to be safely sent If any part of Ovid Gods you love My Pray'rs your Goodness one wou'd think shou'd move Your later Orders shou'd the storm appease Confine the Winds and plain the swelling Seas Caesar tho' angry he expected this When to the Pontick Land he order'd me He little thought I in a storm shou'd dye The first severe my Crime I don't defend At most I dare but lessen what he has condem'd The Gods they know what Princes cannot plead No wicked meaning in my Fault I had Blind Error led me thro' untrodden Ways And Folly lost me in the wondrous Maze But if Augustus House I always lov'd Next Heaven Augustus Power approv'd If I have offer'd in Augustus Name If I have pray'd a Long and Happy Reign Let my Obedience mitigate my Sin The Seas grow calm the Air serene Or if I ask too much and fondly pray May I expect my Death without Delay Enough my Pray'rs already reach the Skies And mount a Welcome Happy Sacrifice The Clouds are by the stronger Powers chas'd The Winds allay'd the Seas already pleas'd The Gods I pray'd by me were ne're deceiv'd Or e're provok'd but always were believ'd And being unprovok'd they 've all reliev'd ELEGY III. How he went from Rome The Concern he left his Wife in and how his Friends and Family lamented his Departure SAd was the Night but blacker far my Fears My Wife my Children Servants all in Tears To think the Morrow 's too too hasty Light Must snatch a Husband Father Master from their sight My Eyes tho' I had wept so much before Kept time with theirs and greedily run o're And yet no mind I had to think that I Must leave not only them but Italy All Preparations for the way delay'd As Caesar had forgiv'n and I had staid Servants nor yet Companions did I choose Nor Gold nor Cloaths of necessary Use Amaz'd I stood like one by Thunder struck That lives but never can forget the stroke When some faint Dawning of my Sense appear'd My Griefs look'd less tho' still they show'd I fear'd ' I call'd my Friends the very few that staid Sighing at last Farewell my Friends I said Friends in misfortunes are so rarely known I rather wonder'd of the many I had one My Wife she lockt me in a close Embrace Fixt her swoln Eyes and prest me to her Face My Daughter that to Affrica I sent Knew nothing of her Father's Banishment Too many they alas at Home that staid And wept as tho' some Funeral they had If great Examples humble Sorrows take Such was the Groans when ancient Troy was sack'd 'T was then when Night her deepest mourning had All things but us so silent they seem'd dead I fixt my Eye upon the lofty Capitol Joyn'd to my House that 's like that Building tall Ye Gods that love this Fair frequented Place And Temples where your Votary I was I was but never more must be and yet Hear me ye Gods from Heav'n your other Seat Tho' I too late my wounded Body guard Torn by the Sentence that I lately heard Let Banishment if not attone suffice To reconcile me to the People's Voice Tell Caesar tho' I sinn'd 't was Ignorance Design ne're prompted to the great Offence This you can witness and can witness true Tell Caesar this he must believe from you Thus I implor'd while still my Wife she prays With Tears repeated for the God's delays Till Sobs cut off the Priviledge of Words And Wild Disorders no Relief affords Her Breath return'd she panting lies along Prays our Penates as she 'd often done But they as deaf as common Statues stood Made by some Vulgar Artist of the meanest Wood. While day advances with a hasty Pace The last that I in Italy must Pass Uncertain what to do so much I lov'd My Family so much my Country mov'd How often did I say to those that prest That I wou'd use the little Time I 'd left Why do you urge me whither shou'd I go Where do but tell me what you 'd have me do How often did I drive th' uneasy thoughts away E'ne to the utmost minute of my stay Thrice I the Threshold touch'd and try'd to go My mind unwilling thrice my Foot withdrew Often the kind sad Word Farewell I 'd give And often gone repeated Kisses leave O how my Eyes were fastn'd on my Wife My mind obedient giving all my Life How much we lov'd while Dear Delights surprize How we improv'd each Night with lasting Joys Why shou'd I go I said to Scythia Leave much lov'd Rome and try the Faithless Sea Ah cruel Sentence that must absence give For Love a faint remembrance only leave 'T was very hard to snatch me from my better part And wound my Wife by breaking of my Heart To banish me my Friends that nearest stood Like Theseus Valiant and like Theseus Good Thus while I talkt the Fleeting Minutes past Half Words imperfectly my Thoughts exprest I Kist and Sigh'd and sadly lookt the Rest When Day broke through the Windows of the East Stars disappear'd but Lucifer encreast So strangely so unmann'd I lifeless stood Nor thinking speaking looking as I shou'd No more my Brains their ancient Uses know Than Legs cut off without the Body go So Priam griev'd when he too late
The World may call it Madness what they please But this I know my Verses gave me ease Tho' Threatning Signs they dreadfully appear'd And Waters in Disorder show'd they Fear'd Sometimes the Ship seem'd Bury'd in the Sea Still I writ on the very Lines you see When Boreas with all his Force prevails Stretches our Cables Ruffling all our Sails While Waters parting by the Storm 's command Roll into Hills like highest Heaps of Sand Or rather Taller Mountains on the Land The Pilot ' ffrighted thoughtless of his Art Begins to Pray a very awkard Part With much a doe half words he stammering said And Promis'd all the Gods he wou'd be good The Gods regardless wou'd not take his Word Nor any Comfort for his Pray'rs afford All things lookt Ghastly that I heard and saw While still Death's Image kept within my view When various Thoughts were strugling in my Mind I Pray'd I Fear'd my Fears my Pray'rs inclin'd One while I 'd Pray to make the distant Land Then I 'de in haste recall that Pray'r again Tho' Heaven knows I fear'd the Winds and See Yet still the Land seem'd fiercer much than they At Home where Tempests only make a Noise There ah there at Rome I ' ad Enemies What must I then in unknown Nations find Monsters in Nature rude il-bred unkind These Terms too mild and favourably run For Creatures only in their Likeness Men Whose chiefest Art 's a barbarous Delight Some knowledge in the Battels that they Fight Besides to these with Disrepute I go Banish'd by Caesar so at Home a Foe These Thoughts a Storm within my Breast had made The other might this never cou'd be laid Now Reader if you 're generous and good If you can Pardon as a Reader shou'd My Faults in this Disorder you will Pass Think on the Time each Circumstance of Place Think too that I have more Correctly Writ When safe on Land in Arbours I have sate My Body ne'er was us'd to Frosts like these Nor was I e'er in Winter on the Seas And now I 'm there by much to soon I find But grant ye Gods you Gods that once were Kind The Winds and Frost may with my Verses end The End of the First Book The Second BOOK OF Ovid de Tristibus IMITATED To Augustus Caesar URg'd by my Fate I write again I Try As tho' the Muses had not Ruin'd me 'T was they Perswaded Caesar what you Read And thought my Life was like my Verses lewd Had I been Wise I ' ad Hated 'em at first The Learned Sisters as the Poets boast A Rhiming Crew their smiles like a Disease Quickly Confound their very Votary's This I have often known and yet possest To these I fly of these alone seek Rest So beaten Fencers Challenges repeat And give their Mangl'd Bodies to be hit So Shipwrack't Vessels plough the swelling Main And dare the very self-same Rocks again Less may my Dangers be rather like him He that was heal'd and wounded with the same My Muse that mov'd the great Augustus so May she the same Augustus soften now The Gods they say in numbers soonest hear And always answer first a Poet's Pray'r So Caesar made the Italian Matâ—ons bow In Numbers offer what their Opis knew So Phoebus was address'd in aptest Plays Nor did Apollo scorn the Poet's Bays By these Examples Caesar may you go If it 's too much to pardon milder grow Should I deny your Justice I shou'd sin And impudently move your Wrath again But had not I offending urg'd you so You then had wanted to forgive me now Shou'd Jove as often thunder as we sin Unarm'd the God a thousand times had bin No when his Thunder 's gone the Noise no more The Air is purer than it was before By this he 's Father of the Gods and Men By this he lives a Long and Happy Reign Caesar like him is Pater Patriae Caesar commands and thunders too as he Then like him too be absolutely good Pardon your Ovid as the God he wou'd Nor yet less good than great do's Caesar live So many Instances of both we have Often the Parthians have own'd you kind So God-like is the Temper of your Mind You Pardon'd tho' again the People sinn'd Riches and Honours I have known you give To Enemies that wou'd not have you live You scorn the Methods Meaner Princes know By better Arts you can Oblige us so That all must Love as well as Fear you too That day that War has threatned all before That very day your Anger has been o're Both Sides to th' Temple have their Offerings brought The Conquer'd pleas'd so brave the Victor fought And as your Souldier 's fond to overcome Others by yours are Proud to be out-done My Case is better than a Foe 's appears I make no Plots nor cause you open Wars I Swear by Heav'n and every Blest Abode By Caesar's dearest self a Present God My Soul do's such Obedience afford Intirely yours it knows no other Lord I 've wisht that you might late to Heaven Go When Life through Age grew Troublesome below When you were weary of an Empire here The Gods for your Reception might Prepare And Place Augustus in an Empire there As often as my Gifts the Altars had Witness ye Gods this was the Pray'r I made My Books tho' one of them became my Crime They most nay That do's often Caesar Name By this I my Obedience gave Not that you Lustre from my Lines cou'd have To such a Height no Poet e're cou'd Fly Yet all that Write have liberty to try Jove can't be greater nor his Acts more good Yet Praise in Verse has often pleas'd the God He lov'd the Song and own'd the Story true How Gyants Pelion on Ossa threw Such Beauty in the Thought so strong the Sense Poets have had a Privilege e're since The Gods a thousand Bullocks they have had All bleeding fresh upon their Altars laid And yet tho' us'd to Plenty when a Lamb A single Offering to their Temple came The Gods wou'd smile and take the Sacrifice For this alone they 'd Bless their Votary's Unlucky Chance or rather damn'd Design Who e're he was at first was so unkind To read my Verses to so chast an Ear Good as the yet unthinking Virgins are That don't so much as Tremble in a Dream Or Grasp the Image of the Youth they 've seen My looser Lines have such Impressions made You think the Present as the other Bad Some jealous Favorite invented this Thus to undoe me by an Artifice Methinks I hear how spitefully he read What envious Comments on my Words he made How he wou'd blush as Counterfeits they faint Good Lord a Man shou'd be so impudent This is not strange since e'ery one approves The happy Man the great Augustus loves But surely damns unheard a Person 's Crime Augustus disapproving thinks a Sin Nay I can hate my very self and do To think I shou'd deserve a Frown from you
liv'd but liv'd with Ease But if the Thread of Life the Sisters spun Was but design'd till now and 's a'most done It had bin kind to let me stay'd at Home And there ye Gods expected till it Run Then I 'ad a Grave within my Country had And all my Friends the decent Rites had paid Secure I 'ad slept without Reflection layd Now in a distant Land remote from all Living and dying I unpity'd Fall No tender Friend to do the last kind Work To Close my Eyes for ever after Dark When you receive these Lines my Dearest Wife Let not my cares too much encrease your Grief Inur'd to Sorrows you know better things You know too much Concern a Weakness bring Long you have learnt the Melancholy Trade Read all the Mystery's it ever had Besides Child Death it self's no Punishment You lost your Husband in his Banishment The worst of Deaths the Gods con'd e'er invent A Death with infamy to th' Vilest sent And now if Heav'n wou'd pardon what is past This Pray'r I 'de make and breath it with my last May no Remains of me but all entire Stretcht on the Pile in fiercest Flames expire For shou'd what sond Pythagoras says be true That after Death our Souls a Being know More Wretched still to dye in such a Place Unknown the Way I shou'd be Doom'd to this Converse with Ghosts that Devils liv'd That never cou'd on Earth be once believ'd This makes me Charge those Servants that I have To see all Burnt some Ashes only save And these enclos'd within a well made Urn To Italy with haste I wou'd have Born And thus tho' dead my Dear I shall return And who can blame your pious care in this 'T is all inhumane if it shou'd displease The Theban dead his Corps were stole away And bury'd too in spite of a Decree Let well-chose Sweets be scatter'd o're my Grave And let my Marble this Inscription have Here in this Melancholly Vault below Lyes injur'd Ovid all that 's Ovid now Vndone and ruin'd while he he strove to move By telling Stories of endearing Love Now whosoe'er thou art that passest by Pray Heav'n that Ovid may securely lye Since thou thy self hast lov'd as well as he This is enough to signifie the Man The rest my Books will do they speak my Fame Louder and better than Inscriptions can Much more I have to say much more cou'd find Cou'd I with strength deliver all my Mind Take then unfinish'd what your Husband gives May you enjoy and long the World he leaves May you of Blessings have so vast a store 'Till Heav'n can give or you can ask no more The last good thing your Ovid he presents He gives you Health the Blessing that he wants ELEGY IV. To his Friend Advising him to shun the dangerous Conversation of the Great recommending a Private Life with the Advantages of a Retirement TAke this my Friend in Dangers often known That durst in worst of Times a Friendship own Live to self always avoid a show The Private do the truest Pleasures know Value thy self on Nature's better Care Prefer her Gifts before his Lordship's Ear Despise the Gaudy Titles that he has The Mouldy instances of former Praise Believe me for I know it very true None live so happy as the Private do A small convenient little House I 'd choose With some few Friends try'd by the nicest Laws This I 'd Prefer by much before a Court With all the Powder'd Fops that there Resort Scarce in appearance Men so Antick drest Yet when they Talk their Garb's by much the best To live with such as these is Hell to Wiser Men That love their Ease and Studys more than Gain When Jove in anger Throws his Thunder round He levels taller Buildings with the Ground While Humble Cottages untouch'd are found The naked Sail-yard all Attempts defys Fearless of all the force of Waves and Skies While swelling Sails are drove thro' dangerous ways Russl'd by Winds that trouble widest Seas O had I took what here I now advise You ' ad known me still at Rome in perfect Peace He who by Chance comes down upon a Plain Falls without danger and may rise again Why was Fam'd Daedalus found safe when he With Wings as well as Icarus did Fly This was the Difference and only this One kept the Ground the other Made the Skys When Daedalus fell he rose again with ease But t'other falling from a Praecipice Dy'd i' th' Attempt and dying Nam'd the Seas Believe me Friend and take my very Soul The Truths I tell are good and study'd all Quit not Retirement for Noise and Show Or Pompous Titles as the Great Ones do Happy the good Unknown who in a Middle State Contented lives more Vertuous than Great He answers all the Ends the Gods enjoyn No time but 's very well employ'd by him What e'er he says is all severely true He do's not talk as Parasites in Courts must do He 's always just to what he do's pretend And is where e'er he promises a Friend Friendship admits of no dissembling Arts But boasts of pure entire and perfect parts Allows no more of nauseous Flattery Than pious Laws approve of Treachery But all her Rules so well you understand You can in loftyer Strains than I commend You praise it too by practising the Good And living Perfect as the Better shou'd Often I think with what a kind sad look When I left Rome your last Farewell you took With what affection you return'd my Kiss How much concern you show'd in the Surprize What Floods of Tears descended from your Eyes This was Compassionate and very Kind But this is but a part of what 's behind When e'er the Rabble fond of Misery Breath'd out my Name with Infamy You like a Guardian Angel still stood firm And for my Sake oppos'd the loudest Storm For this the World shall pay eternal Praise And read your Name in never dying Verse My Person 's Banish'd but my Name 's still free And boasts a great and glorious Liberty ELEGY V. To his Friend Whom he calls by a Feign'd Name Charus WHen the last Morn's unwelcome Light came on When I must leave my Wife my Friends and Rome Well I remember then how kindly you Profess'd a Friendship ever since prov'd true Nor had I long my Friend the Blessing known Which made it dearer than it wou'd have bin That you while I undone neglected stood Shou'd then an early Friendship too make good Was such a generous and noble thought It reach'd the highest Pitch that Friendship ought Nor yet do's Absence alter your Design But still my Charus you continue Mine Often you dare to take a Sufferer's Part And none than Charus boasts a nicer Art Your Eloquence with so much force can move Severest Judges a'most partial prove What can you do then when a sort of Right Pleads for your Friend and you my Friend Plead it This is my Case in this use all
to a Lucky Chance When Merry Attoms were dispos'd to Dance Or make it an Eternal Being have As God was always and must always live As Light by Emanation from the Sun So Heaven and Earth and Seas from God to come No the later Traces of th' Almighty's Care Taught 'em much juster Notions of his Pow'r That he in Time Call'd from Eternal Night A Glorious Day with Chearful Beams of Light And made a shapeless Lump of Form admit And Order shine thro' all the Parts of it Long e'er Ambition yet the People knew Or Interest to make what 's False seem True Princes for e'ery Parent were as such Ne'er thought of Fighting but of Loving much No Swords or Spears were yet Contriv'd or Made No impious Ships the Foaming Billows dar'd But Men and Boats the swelling Surges Feard The Aged Oak ne'er sopt in Briny Seas Securely kept the Wood its Native Place Tho' Marm'ring Winds the Younger Branches Bow'd The Body stood as mighty Mountains did Ne'er Mov'd but when the laboring Earth in Pain Prest with some Pent-up Wind began to Groan And in extremity by Force o'erthrow Vast Trees strong Houses Tallest Mountains too The Ocean was as Heaven at first Design'd A certain Boundary to part Mankind The Floating Monsters kept their Watery home Not more avoiding Men than they did Them ' Til Wanton Luxury began to please And Taught the World t' invade their Propertys Brave Death for various sorts of Meat To satisfie a Foolish Appetite Or what 's still worse for Gold they cou'd not Eat Wou'd Heav'n I ' ad been at first th' Almighty's Care And had an early Being any where Or else had been reserv'd for later Days When Men by long Experience grow Wise The Second Idyllium of Moschus EUROPA WHen first Europa Venus care appear'd A sudden Dream the Lovely Nymph prepar'd 'T was then when Night her Darker Work had done And Blushing Morn her Chearful Dress put on Europa Dreamt and sure in Dreams there is More than we think at least there was in this She Dream't two different Lands to her laid Claim The One she knew the Other not by Name These like Two Matrons both their Right declare And each Asserted what she saw in Her One said and justly too she Brought her Forth The other Pow'r pleaded tho' not Birth For Jove himself Europa is design'd Too great a Blessing for a Humane Mind This tho' a Dream the Tender Nymph had Movd She Wisht she Fear'd and what she Fear'd she Lov'd Tell me ye Gods she said for you must know Whose Eyes discover Fate in Embrio What makes the poor Europa Tremble so The Stranger that I saw so Charming was Such Sweetness in her Words her Looks her Face No harm can sure with so much Goodness Dwell And yet methinks I strange Disorders feel This Thought distracts but why I cannot tell This said her little Play-fellows she sought Thinking that they might some Relief have brought But they alas of what she felt Untaught With these she often Past her Hours away And was till now as Undisturb'd as they The Tender Nymphs lament her Growing Cares And kindly â—â—sh that all her Fears were theirs One takes her by the Hand and gently leads The Maid still Trembling to the Verdant Meads Where various kinds of Plants their Care became And Flowers willing to be Cropt by them A Golden Cup the Fam'd Europa bore Finer than Vulcan e'er had made before A Gift the God on Lybia bestow'd When first she Blest th admiring Neptune's Bed Lybia with this did Telephessa Try For none so Worthy of the Gift as she At last the Cap the Young Europa had Fair Telephessa's Daughter yet a Maid The Tender Io Inachus's Care As first by Jove Transform'd was Painted here The Story told what Pains he took to Gain At once his Love and Cheat his jealous Queen Here Mercury and Argus hundr'd Eyes A live less strange than when beheld on this Such was the Cup the young Europa bore Worthy great Vulcan's Art and worthy her The Nymphs no sooner in the Meadows were Where Dasies Violets and Cowslips are But all to Gather what they like Prepare But still Europa did the rest Surpass As much in Air in Mien in Wit and Face As Venus do's before the Graces shine When Art and Beauty speak her most Divine While thus she shone a Wondering God lookt down And looking quickly left his Starry Throne Europa's Eyes far brighter than the Light That Gilds the Spangl'd Firmament by Night But Juno always jealous of her Jove For well she knew how Venus Arts cou'd move To jilt the Queen he Chang'd the God and Fled And as a Bull within those Pastures Fed Where Fair Europa and the Virgins Play'd A Bull but still a Form Divine he bore Finer by much than e'er they'ad seen before Europa went her little Friends stood by To Touch the Charming Bull that Graz'd so nigh The Bull Came on and like a Lover Bow'd To steal a Kiss and Wonder'd when she stood Europa Wip'd the Eager Foam away And Kist his Lips and Bid the Virgins stay He Low'd but with so soft so smooth an Air The Sound was Musick to the Nicest Ear Then Bent his Knees and Greedy View'd her Face Proud to Lye down and Tumble where she was Europa Pleas'd to see a Sight so new Call'd all the Nymphs and scarce believ'd it True Often my Friends We'ave in these Meadows Play'd And yet we never play'd till now she said Let 's sit upon this Bull his Back 's so Broad His strength 's so great he 'll eas'ly bear the Load His Look's so pleasing and his Air 's so Free He differs from the rest as much as we A Soul he has such as great Heroes know Cou'd he but speak like them I 'de love him too With this she sate upon the Bull and Rode The other Virgins came to Mount the God But Jove secure of what he lov'd so Dear With hasty Flight he made the distant Shore And Leapt the Deep tho' he Europa Bore She call'd her Play-fellows but all in vain He lest his Heaven above for her not them The Sea once Gain'd the Foaming Waves he Treads When all the Watery People move their Heads The Sea-Nymphs pay their Homage to the Pair But Worship Jove himself no more than her Prodigious Whales their mighty Bodies Move For Neptune Taught the Honours due to Jove And he himself appear'd amidst the Throng While Tritons sweetly sung the Marri'ge Song Thus was Europa in the Deep Carest A Debt but just to her that Jove had Blest But still her Country left Companions too And yet no Shore she saw no Mountain knew 'T was Heaven all above 't was Sea below A sight so sad Oblig'd the Nymph to say Whoe'er thou art that thus canst make thy Way Where wou'dst thou have the Poor Europa stray Ships big as Mountains thro' the Seas have steer'd But Balls I thought the Waves had always fear'd What Drink