to be seen Menalcas My flame Amyntas courts me oft alone Nor to our dogs is Delia better known Dametas Guifts for my love I have and by my search I know the place where her swift Pigeons perch Menalcas Such as I had red Apples half a score The youth I sent to morrow I le send more Dametas What words to us did Galatea say You winds a part unto the Gods convey Menalcas That thou not scorn'st me am I better yet If whil'st thou hunt'st wilde Boars I keep the net Dametas Phyllis Iolas send my birth-day 't is Thy self come when for fruit I sacrifice Menalcas Her I lov'd best for tears she parting shed And long farewel farewel faire Iolas said Dametas Stern Wolves the Stals windes trees ripe fruit the showers Me Amaryllis ruines if she lowrs Menalcas Soft dew the corne low shrubs the weaned kids Small sallow Goats but me Amyntas feeds Dametas Pollio though she be rustick loves our muse A Calfe you Muses for your reader choose Menalcas Pollio makes verses let a Bull be fed That strikes with bornes with feet the sand doth spread Dametas To joyes like thine who loves thee Pollio come For him flowes honey thorns bear Amomum Menalcas Who hates not Bavius may love Maevius notes The same may Foxes joyn and milk he Goats Dametas Fly who cull flowers and earth-born strawberies For in the grass a cold Snake hidden lies Menalcas Lead home the Ewes least heat their milk detain And you as lately press the teat in vain Dametas How poor my Bull is in a fertile field One love the herd and the herds Lord hath kil'd Menalcas Sure love is not the cause see how they shew Nor what eye witch't my tender Lambs I know Dametas Say and my great Apollo be what shore The Skie extends three fathomes and no more Menalcas Say in what Land the names of Princes signe The springing flowrs and Phyllis shall be thine Palamon T is not in us this difference to compose You both deserve the praise and each who knowes Or fears sweet love or hath the bitter tride Swaines shut your Springs the Meads are satisfi'de The fourth Eclog. Pollio THE ARGUMENT Here Sibill is appli'de to Pollio's son Her Prophesies his Gnethliacon But Christs birth he by happie error sings The Prince of Poets crowns the King of Kings SIcilian Muses sing we one note higher All like not tamarisk nor the humble brier If Woods we sing Woods worthy Consuls be Last times are come Cumea's Prophesie And times great order now again is borne The maid returns Saturnian Realms returne Now from high Heaven springs a new Progenie To th' infant chaste Lucina favouring be Who ending iron ages through all Lands Shall golden plant thy Phoebus now commands Thou childe being Consul Pollio shall possess This Fame of th' Age great moneths themselves address If any prints of our old vice remain'd By thee they r void and fear shall leave the Land He a Gods life shall take with Gods shall see Mixt Heroes and himself their object be Rule with paternal power th' appeased earth Which shall to thee sweet childe undrest bring forth Berries wilde Ivie and shall pay first fruits Of mixt Acanthus with Egyptian roots The Goats themselves shall home full udders bear Nor shall the herds the mighty Lyons fear Flowers shall thy cradle sprout the Serpent shall And the deceitfull herb of venome fall In each place Roses of Assyria grow As soon as thou the Heroes fame shalt know And thy Sires acts vertue thy self attain The fields shall mellow wax with golden grain The blushing Grape shall hang on thorns unset And boystrous Oke with dewy hony sweat Some steps of ancient fraud shall yet be found Thetis to tempt with ships and to surround Cities with walls bids earth in furrows tear A second Typhis a new Argo bear Choice Heroes and another war imploy Again a great Achilles sent to Troy Here when full years shall make thee perfect man The Saylor shall forsake the Ocean Nor Navigable Pines shall trafick ware But each part of the world shall all things bear Nor Earth feel harrows nor the Vine the hook Nor shall his Steers the rustick tiller yoak Nor Wooll with various colours shall deceive But in the medows Rams shall skarlet have And changing sometimes golden fleeces wear And feeding Lambs shall native purple bear The Fates conspiring with eternall dome Said to their Spindle Let such ages come Attempt great honours for the time draws near Dear race of Gods great stock of Jupiter Behold the world shakes on its pondrous axe See earth and heavens immense and th' Ocean tracts How all things at th' approaching age rejoyce Oh that my life would last so long and voyce As would suffice thy actions to rehearse Not Orpheus then shall vanquish me in Verse Nor Linus though their parents present be Phoebus got this and that Calliope Should Pan with me strive by Arcadias dome Although a God Pan should be overcome Begin sweet childe with smiles thy mother know Who ten long moneths did with thy burthen go Sweet childe begin cheer'd by no parents look To 's board no God t' her bed no goddess took The fifth Eclog. Daphnis THE ARGUMENT Since Kings as common Fathers cherish all Subjects like children should lament their fall But learned men of grief should have more sense When violent death seizes a gracious Prince Menalcas Mopsus Menalcas MAy we not Mopsus both being skilfull met Thou on small Pipes to play I verse repeat Here amongst Elms commix'd with hazels sit Mopsus Thou eldest art whom me t' obey is fit Whether to trembling shades light Zephyrs wave We goe or take some Grot See how you Cave Hath from wilde spreading Vines a Canopie Menalcas In our hills only Amintas strive with thee Mopsus What if t' excell Phoebus in song he aimes Menalcas Say Mopsus if thou hast or Phyllis flames Or Alcons praise or Codrus brawles begin And Tityrus shall thy feeding Kids keep in Mopsus I le trie those strains on the green Beech I wrot And with alternate change did warbling note Then boldly bid Amyntas strive with me Menalcas As the bright Olive stains the sallow tree As blushing Roses humble Lavender So thee before Amyntas we prefer Dear Swaine no more here is the caves descent Mopsus The Nymphs lost Daphnis funerall did lament Witness you Hazels Nymphs and purling streams VVhen the sad mother raiz'd the mangled limbs Of her dear son Gods stars she cruel calls Not any then oh Daphnis from their stalls The Cattell drove to cooling Springs the flood No herd did tast nor touch'd sweet grass for food Rough hils and Groves with echoes did resound Daphnis thy death and Lybian Lyons gron'de Daphnis Armenian Tygers first conjoyn'd In 's Chariot and to Bacchus rites design'd Did trembling Spears with gentle leaves combine As Vines the woods adorne as Grapes the Vine As Males the herds as Corne the fertill field Thou thine didst grace when thou
I wish and not so obvious unto Greece If ere I enter Tyber fields adjoyn'd To Tyber view and wals to us design'd Then seats allide nations one blood with us Having one fate one father Dardanus Latium and Epire both one Tro shall be And to our sonnes we shall these lawes decree From thence by neighbouring Ceraunia we By sea short courses steere to Italy Mean while Sun set dark mountains shades invest Wee neere the Sea on earths lov'd bosome rest Our oars being ship'd dispierc'd along the shores Repos'd deep sleep our wearied limbs restores Night drove by th' houres scarce reach'd the middle skies When carefull Palinurus did arise Explores all gales the winds tries with his eares And notes each starre which glide in filent sphears He the wet Kids Arcturus did behold The Triones and Orion arm'd with gold After he saw serene and setled skies He from his sterne the signall gave we rise Our course we stand and our furld cnnvasse spread Blushing Aurora rose the stars now fled When obscure hills from farre low Italy we Descry Achates first cryes Italy With a glad shout Italy haile out men A Goblet crown'd my sire Anchises then Fills with rich wine and calls the Deities Plac'd on the lofty sterne Lords of the tempests Gods of earth and seas Propitious breath blesse with faire winds the way The wish'd gale rose then opens straight the bay The Temple and Minerva's towers appeare My mates strike sayle their prowes to shore they steer Bow-bent the Port lay to the Easterne flood Dash'd with the brine high cliffes opposing stood ' Mongst towring Rocks this douhle guarded lyes In bayes obscure from shore the temple flies Here our first signe foure horses I beheld Grasing about whose whitenesse snow exceld My sire then said faire soyle thou war dost beare These are for battell horses threaten war But yet in Chariots they accustom'd joyne With curbing reins of peace a hopefull signe And here we armed Pallas did implore Who first receiv'd us joyfull on this shore In Phrygian vailes we at the Aitars stand Of Argive Juno Helenus command With care performe and her due honours pay Our vowes in order finish'd no delay But to hal'd bowlings yards and canvasse yeelds Greeke seats we fly and leave suspected fields Herculian Tarents bay if fame be true We saw oppos'd divine Lacinia view Cauloni towers wrack Scylacaeum rose Then farre from sea Sicilian Aeina shews Huge groning of the waves beat rocks from far We heare and broken thunderings at the bar Sholes rage the sands with billows mix at this Anchises said here sure Charybdis is Those Rocks sung Helenus and horrid shores Haste helme alec and stoutly ply your oars They doe as bid first Palmurus stood Steering his prow unto the lar-board flood With winds and ores that course the whole Fleet lay Heaven we advance to in the crooked bay Then sinke to hell with a descending wave Three groans the cliffes and rocky caverns gave Thrice breaking fome we saw the Planets wet We weary whilst the winds with Phaebus set By unknown shores of the Cyclopians glide The Port within was safe from storms and wide But Aetna with torne ruins thunders neere Black clouds he throws oft through the Hemisphere Smoke blazing sparks in pitchy whirle-winds rise And globes of flame exalted kisse the skies Oft rocks torne bowels of the mountaine vent And liquid stones belcht to the firmament Break thick with grones heats from the deep aspire Fame is Enceladus halse burnt with fire This hill deprest above huge Aetna laid These flames he breaths through tunnells broke convei'd And when he weary turns all Sicilie With murmure shakes and smoke involves the sky That night woods shelter'd us huge monsters there We heard nor causes of those founds appeare For no star shone nor were the Poles alowd Aetheriall light all heaven was in a clowd The Moon in nights tempestious vapors hid Aurora from the East now rising did Remove moist shadowes and the day began When from the woods a strange and unknown man Sudden appear'd pinde spent wretchedly poor Raising his hands came suppliant to the shore We view him direly fowle o're-grown his beard His coat thornes pin'd the rest a Greeke appear'd Who native armes against Troy had borne When he The Trojan habits and our armes did see Something affrighted at the first he staid And fix'd remaind then to the shore he made With tears and prayers Now by the stars I pray And by the Gods by heavens life-breathing day O Trojans take beare me to any strand I know my selfe one of the Graecian band Let this suffice and sought Troys Gods by warre For which if so great our offences are Strew me amongst the waves drown'd in vast seas If by mens hands I fall my death shall please Upon his knees he then imbracing hung On mine to tell his name from what race sprung And to declare his fortunes we demand As a firme pledge to save his life his hand Me sire Anchises freely gave the man Who shaking feare of thus at length began From Ithaca Ach'menides my name Haplesse Ulisses friend to Troy I came With my poore sire Ah had my fate fix'd there But my companions struck with horrid feare In the black Cyclops den forsooke their mate And fled the dire abode the monsters seat A vast and mighty Cave within all o're Was darkned with corrupted food and gore And he so tall his head might knock the skies From earth you Gods avert such plagues as these His visage stern a churlish voyce his food Bowels of wretched men and putrid blood I saw his huge hand seize two of our men He lying on his back stretch'd midst his den And broke on rocks filth drown'd the sprinkled flore I saw him eat limbs flowing with black gore The warme flesh trembling in his teeth But thus Ulysses takes it not or Ithacus Forgetfull did dangers so great decline But when full gorg'd he lay buried in wine His neck awry stretch'd in his spacious den Gobets with bloody wine mix'd gore agen Belching in sleep we the great Gods implore And took our chance surrounding him we bore With a sharp lance his eye which mighty did Lie single in his frowning forehead hid Like Phoebus lampe or an Argolick shield So glad revenge to our friends shade we yeeld But fly O wretches fly these dangerous coasts Your cables cut Like Polyphenee who in his Cave doth keep The woollie flocks and milks th'imprisond sheep A hundred cruell Cyclops wander more These lofty hills and haunt this winding shore Thrice Phoebe's horns their light replenished Whilst I my life in wild beasts desarts sed In dens and caves vast Cyclops view'd from high Trembling to heare their sounding feet and cry Shrubs berries was my wretched food the fruit Of stony cornell and the herbs torne root Surveying round I saw you first arrive Resolv'd who e're you were my selfe to give Your prisoner 't is enough their rage to fly
some shady wood To her first Lord Sichaeus she repaires Who answers all her love and meets her cares Aeneas no lesse strucken with these woes Follows with tears lamenting as he goes Thence on they passe to fields remote they went And Groves where souls renown'd in war frequent Valiant Parthenopus and Tydeus here With pale Adrastus shade did first appear Those much above lamented in a train He all those Dardans saw in battel slain Glaucus and Medon Thersilocus he moans Polybetes Ceres Priest Antenors sons Idaeus in 's chariot arm'd thick souls frequent Now on each hand nor i' st sufficient To see him once to tary they desire And walk with him his coming they inquire But the Greek Captains Agamemnon's bands Viewing the mans bright arms through shadie strands Shake with huge feare part as in times past fly To seek their ships part raise a feeble cry And the rais'd clamour in the utterance dies Here Priams son Deiphobus he spies Wounded all ore his mangled face appears His face and hands his head dispoil'd of ears With a dishonour'd wound his ravisht nose Him pale and dire wounds hiding scarce he knowes At last with known voice spake O valiant Deiphobus of Teucers high descent Whom could such cruel punishments delight Who had the power that last and woful night I heard that thou with Graecian slaughter tir'd Upon a heap of confus'd corps expir'd An empty tombe I on the Rhetian coast Have rear'd and thrice aloud implor'd thy Ghost There are thy arms and name but thee not found I could not bury friend in native ground Then he Nothing dear friend didst thou neglect All rites are paid my tombe thou didst erect But my own fates curst Helen me bereft Drown'd in these woes and she these monuments left For as thou knowst we past with false delight Never to be forgot that last sad night When through great Troy the fatal horse did come And pregnant with an army in his wombe She fain'd a dance and Phrygian dames in wild Orgies she led amidst a huge torch held And cals the Grecians from a battlement Tird with my cares and drowsie then I went To my unhappy bed where in calme rest I slept as with the charms of death possest Mean while my dear wife took my arms away And from my head did my good sword convay Opens the gates lets Menelaus in Hoping by this great act his love to win And past offences to extinguish thus They rush in to be brief with Ithacus Plotter of mischief heaven such Greeks repay If for revenge with pious lips I pray But tell what chance thee living hither sent Driven by storms or by the gods consent Or by what fortune brought that thou resorts To these dark places sad and dismal courts By this the morn in her bright chariot ran Betwixt the poles to heavens Meridian And th' whole time granted they had thus delaid But Sybil them advis d and briefly said Night hastes O Prince and houres in weeping glide This is the place where the two wayes divide the right which to great Pluto's Pallace bends T' Elizum leads the left to hell descends Where wicked men receive their punishment Deiphabus said great Priestesse be content I shall depart and fill in shades the list But go you on and better fates assist This said he takes his leave On his left side Aeneas then under a Rock espide A mighty fort surrounded with three wals Where Phlegeton with a swift current fals Of flaming waves rowling huge stones along The gates on adamatine pillars hung No strength of men of steel nor gods has power This to destroy high stands the brazen towre Girt in a bloody robe Tisiphone keeps The entrance night and day and never sleeps Hence cruel lashes sound and groaning pains Clashing of steel and ratling of huge chains Amaz'd Aeneas stands and frighted said What dreadful sights are these declare O maid What are these tortures whence these hideous cries Renowned Trojan Sybill then replies In this dire place none but the guilty are When Hecate left these dark groves to my care She shew'd me all their pains and lead each way Stern Gnossian Radamanth these realms doth sway Hears and corrects their crimes forcing to tell What they ' mongst mortals vainly did conceal Sins which at late death unrepented were Then fierce Tisiphone makes the guilty fear Shaking her whip from her left hand extends Her twisted snakes and cals the cruel friends On groning hinges then th' inchanted gates Are open'd straight seest thou what porter waits In th'entrance there what monster keeps the dore Hydra with fifty ugly jawes one more Cruell then this by far within doth dwell Whence two steepe wayes lead headlong down to hell So far it doth beneath earths surface lye As tall Olympus thrusts into the sky Here young Titanians are earths ancien race Struck down with thunder to the lowest place There saw I both th' â—â—lodies those vast Gyants who strove heavens fabricks to have raz'd And Jove t' have thrust from heavens high Monarchie And saw Salmonius in great tortures lie Whil'st he heavens fire and thunder imitates Brandishing flames and through the Grecian states Borne on fowre steeds proudly through Elis drives With fond pretence to heavens prerogatives Who did in imitable fire and raine With brasse and speed of horne hoof'd horses feign Then through the clouds from Jove almighty came A dart he sends no brands nor earthy flame And headlong him with inrag'd whitlwinds queld Th'all bearing earths son Tityus I beheld There whose vast corps did nine whole acres fill And a huge vulture with a hooked bill His bowels and immortall liver search'd Fresh food for pains and on 's breast tiering peach'd To his renewing veins allows no ease What need I mention both the Lapithes A black stone seems now falling on their heads Golden frames shine with high and geniall beds Before them cates with kingly luxuries But not far off the greatest furie lies Forbids to eat and rising from the ground Swings her black torch and makes a thundring sound Here those who living did their brothers hate Murther'd their sires to clients us'd deceit Or who alone brooding on riches lie Lending to none the greatest companie Who slain for lust who impious arms persu'd Nor fear'd the trust of Princes to delude Here meet their dooms Seek not these woes to sound Nor by what way fate did their souls confound These roll huge stones and stretch'd on wheels do lye There Theseus sits and shall eternally Aloud through shades sad Phlegyas warning cries Admonish'd justice learn nor Gods despise This to a potent Prince his country sold And laws enacted and repeal'd for gold This beds his daughter and no incest spar'd All dar'd strange crimes and thriv'd in what they dar'd Had I a hundred mouths as many tongues A voice of iron to these had brazen lungs Their crimes and tortures ne're could be displaid When Phoebus aged Priestesse thus had said Go on
and their Court Here they at sacred festivals resort And fathers when a Ramme was offered sate As was the custome at long boards in state Cut in old Cedar the Effigies there Of antient Italus Sabinus were Who first set Vines his hook still in his hand Old Saturne and bi fronted Janus stand In th' entrance with some of the ancient straine Who bold in Warres were for their Countrey slaine Then many arms on sacred pillars fixt With captive chariots battell axes mixt Helms and huge bars of gates the posts adorne With darts and shields and prowes from Galleys torne Horse-taming Picus a short garment wore A little shield an augure staffe he bore Whose love when slighted Circe could not gaine She with her charming wand and hellish bane Chang'd to a bird and spots his colour'd wings In such a Temple in th' old Throne of Kings Latinus sate and calls the Trojans in And thus with pleasant language did begin Say Trojans for your City we have known And stock your voyage hath to us been shown What is your sure what cause inforc'd you come Through many swelling waves to Latinum Mist you your course or by some tempest tost For many so in the deep seas are lost That thus you have enter'd anchor'd in our road Nor scorne our friendship know from Saturns blood We Latines sprung who without Laws or tye Justice afford like the old deitie Now I recall but time obscureth fame That old Aruncus said Dardanus came To Phrygian Idas cities from that place To Thracian Samos now call'd Samothrace VVhom now from Tyrrhen Coryths city gone Heavens starry court hath in a golden throne And fills the number of the deities He said then Iloneus thus replies Great King from honour'd Faunus sprung not tost By waves and tempests came we to your coast Nor mist our course we by advice were brought And have with willing mind thy city sought Driven from our realms which once Sol looking down From high Olympus saw of most renown From Jove we sprung the Dardan nation are Proud of their mighty grandsire Jupiter The King himself deriv'd from Joves high race Trojan Aeneas sent us to this place How great a storm cruel Mycene hurl'd On Trojan fields and by what fates each world Of Europe Asia strove if any man Dwell in far lands beyond the Ocean These he hath heard or who so ere resides VVhere hot Sols lines stretch'd out four zones divides Through vast Seas from so great a deluge bore A small seat for our gods a harmlesse shore VVater and aire common to all we crave Nor shall we be your realms disgrace nor have Your glory light nor shall forget your grant Nor Latium irk Troy in her lap did plant I. by Aeneas fates and right hand swear If any try'd his faith or force in war Us many Realms nor slight us that we bring These wreaths and speak like men petitioning And many Nations to themselves would joyne But fate did us unto your shore design Hence Dardan sprung and here returns again Us Phebus did with great commands constrain Tiber to seek and blest Numicus spring Besides small gifts of former wealth our King Presents to thee from burning Troy convaid In this gold cup Anchises Offrings made When Priam Laws establish'd this he bore And he this sacred Crown and Scepter wore And robes the art of Trojan dames At Ileoneus speech Latinus bent A stedfast look and fixt his eyes intent Upon the earth the King not much approv'd Wrought purple not with Priams Crown was mov'd As in his daughrers match he was delaid Fortunes revolving which old Faunus said This was the son fate told from forraigne strands Was call'd with equall auspice to these lands Whose progeny in valour should excell And by their prowesse the whole world compell Then joyfull said you Gods assist our tasks And your owne signe take Trojan what thou asks Nor I despise your gifts rich fields enjoy VVhilst I am King and what you brought from Troy Aeneas if such love he us intend If to joyn leagues he hasts and be stil'd friend Let him approach nor feare our amitie T' imbrace your King of peace shall th' earnest be And to your Prince from us beare this reply I have a child paternall lots deny And many prodigies from heaven debar To match at home a son must come from far This they foretell remaines for Italy Whose stock shall raise our name unto the sky This I beleeve is he the fates require And if my mind prompt rightly I desire This said he chosen horses did command Faire steeds three hundred in high stables stand And bids they should be to the Trojans led Whom gallant trappings grac'd with skarlet spread Gold portalls hung gold did their breast infold And with their teeth they champ'd the burnish'd gold The King a Chariot sent which foure steeds drew Of heavenly race fire from their nostrills flew Of the same kind who were of Circes breed Stole by a Mare leapt with a heavenly steed With these gifts and the answers of the King The Trojans bravely mounted peace did bring But then behold from Argos did repaire Joves cruell wife and flying cuts the aire The Trojan Fleet and glad Aeneas she Saw through the skie as far as Sicily Sees how they houses build and leave the flood Now trusting land with sharp grief fixt she stood Shaking her head thus forth her woes did powre Ah hateful race and Troys fate crosse to our In Dardan fields why did they not expire Or captives took why did not Iliums fire Consume these men midst arms through flames they past My power I feare weary lies down at last And I with hatred satisfied rest I bold these fugitives with waves distrest My self and all the floods against them bent And fury of the winds and waters spent How helpt my Syrts Scylla Carybdis vast Since now through Tybers wish'd streames they have past Free from the Sea and us could Mars destroy The mighty Lapithes could heavens King annoy At Dians suit so much old Calidon What were those great offences they had done But I great wife to Jove unhappy I Left nothing unassay'd did all wayes try Aeneas I am vanquished by thee But if my own power not sufficient be Undaunted aydes I le seek where ere they dwell Will heaven not grant my sute I le raise up hell Grant spight of us he must in Latium seate And that Lavinia shall be his by fate Yet we may work delay in such great things And may destroy the subjects of both Kings Let son and father joyne such rates being paid Trojan and Rutile blood shall dowre thee Maid Bellona give thee nor alone a brand Shall pregnant Cisseis beare to waste the land A Paris and such births she shall enjoy And funerall Fires againe for rising Troy This said she dreadfull to the earth descends And from th' infernall shades and seats of fiends Wofull Alecto calls who breeds sad warre Rage Treachery
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
did advance But him it must not wound the spear past by And fix'd it self in great Achates thigh Here youthfull Lausus up a squadron brings And a rough javelin at bold Driophes flings Under his chin in 's throat fast stuck the lance Bereaving him of speech and life at once Down on his face he tumbles on the earth And a deep sea of purple vomits forth Three Thracians next of Boreas high descent And three of Ida's sons from Ismar sent By severall ways he slew Hales brings on Aruncian bands next charge great Neptune's son Well hors'd Messapus these get ground now they They fought in th'entrance of Ausonia At warring tempests meet in th'ample skies With equall strength and equall courages Nor winds nor clouds nor seas give place in doubt The battell stands resolv'd to fight it out So came the Trojans and the Latins on Set foot to foot and close up man to man But on the other side where streams had born Down rowling stones and shrubs from bancks had torn Pallas beheld th' Arcadian horse unskil'd To fight with foot to shrink and leave the field Whom disadvantage of the ground compels To quit their horse having no succour else In that extream these he intreats and prayes And now with sharp words did their courage raise Where do you flie by th' acts which you have done By great Evanders name and victories won And my adventures for my Countreys praise Trust not to flight but charge the enemies And where they thickest stand there venture through Your Prince your Countrey this requires of you No Gods oppose mortal ' gainst mortal stands You have more courage and as many hands Before the Oceans waves opposed be No land is left are you for Troy by sea This said he charg'd amongst the thickest foes Whom Lagus by sterne fates did first oppose Who whilst he lifts at him a mighty stone Was with his spear run through the shoulder bone Then back again he drew the fastned lance Whom Hisbon could not though he did advance Relieve for Pallas whilst he rush'd betwixt Him in his rage with the same javelin fix'd And gave him his companions cruell death For he his sword in 's swelling lungs did sheath Next Sthelenus and Anchemelus he kil'd Who boldly his step-mothers bed defil'd Then Thymber and Larides were orethrown In Rutile fields these twins so like that none Though well acquainted could a difference make Whose Parents oft rejoyc'd at the mistake But Pallas now a sad distinction made Lops Thymbers head off with th' Evandrian blade And thy right hand for thee Larides felt The half-dead fingers trembling sought the hilt Mov'd with this speech and valour of the man Vex'd and ashamde on the Arcadians ran And here the valiant Pallas Rhetus slew As in his chariot passing by he flew This only stay there was of Ilus chance For he at Ilus aim'd his mighty lance And Rhetus hits as cowardly he shuns Bold Teuthrus thee and from thy brother runs With his deaths wound he from his chariot reels And beats Rutilian Plains with dying heels As when a swaine in woods makes many fires When gales in spring blow fresh to his desires Straight the main bodie 's seiz'd all meet again And Vulcans bands triumphing spread the Plain Whilst victor he the conquering flames survaid So Pallas friends conjoyn'd to bring him aide But stout Halesus bends ' gainst all alarms And puts himself in posture with his arms Demodocus Ladon Pharetes did dispatch Lops Strymons hands which at his throat did catch Then with a stone o' th' head takes Thoas full And beats into his brains his battered scull Halesus was in woods by 's father hid Foreseeing fate but when the old man dy'd Him destiny with cruel hands did seise And by th' Evandrian sword did sacrifice Whom Pallas charg'd thus having made his prayer O father Tyber grant this brandish'd spear May through Halesus bosome make its way And to thy oke his arms and spoils I 'le pay The god inclin'd whilst he did Imaon save His open breast t' Arcadian lance he gave But Lausus powrfull in the war kept all His men undaunted at this Captains fall First Abas slew who first maintain'd the fight Th' Arcadians and Hetrurians put to flight And you O! Trojans scap'd the Grecian bands They charge with equal Chiefs and like commands Double their fronts so thick the iron grove They could not use their arms nor weapons move Here Pallas charges Lausus did ingage Another party there nor of their age Much difference was and both most gallant men But fortune had denide they should agen Their native country see for whom commands Olympus starry palaces withstands That they should meet in single fight oppose On them their fates attend by greater foes Mean while his sister Turnus did advise Lausus to help he through the battel flies On winged wheels and there where he espide His men ingag'd he spake Stand all aside And let me only now with Pallas joyn The honour of his death must needs be mine I would his father were spectator here This said the field at his command they cleer But Pallas when the Rutils had retir'd Then Turnus proud commands the youth admir'd And viewing his huge body was amaz'd Yet with a cruel eye upon him gaz'd And saying thus against the Tyrant came I shall obtain his spoils and mighty fame Or noble death each will my father please Then briefly said Forbear such threats as these And with the word drew to the open plains Cold fear th' Arcadians blood drives from their veins Turnus from 's chariot lights on foot to fight And as a Lyon comes who from a height Hath seen a Bull for battel to prepare So in his march the King himself did beare When Pallas saw he could him with his sance Reach as he pleas'd then first he did advance If fortune pleas'd would him though weaker aid Then thus to Hercules in high heaven he praid Oh by my fathers hospitable board Which thou a stranger honour'dst once afford Assistance now to this great enterprise Let Turnus me behold with dying eyes Breathing his last a Conquerour to seise His bloody arms This heard great Hercules And powring vain tears forth he gave a groan Then Jove with comfort thus bespake his son Each hath his fate Short and irreparable time Mans life enjoyes But by brave deeds to clime To honours height this they by valour gain How many sons of Gods at Troy were slain Sarpedon there my progenie did fall And Turnus fates for him already call And he to his appointed date must yield This said his eye turns from th' Ausonian field But Pallas with huge strength his javelin threw And 's glittering sword straight from his scabberd drew It through aethereal orbs resounding flies Where the high coverings of his shoulder lies Then through the skirts of 's shield a passage found And gave to mighty Turnus a small wound Here Turnus having pois'd a spear of
the swelling vine Then Phyllis or Amyntas were mine own Or some love though I grant Amyntas brown Dark are the violets so the bilberrie Would mongst soft vines and sallowes rest with me Phyllis should wreath me flowres Amynâ—as sing Lycoris here are meads here the cool spring Thou far from home I wish it were not so Seest without me cold Rhine and Alpine snow May thee no bleak winds nor rough tempests meet Ah may no sharp ice wound thy tender feet I le goe and play in a Chalcidick straine My notes on reeds of a Sicilian Swaine Rather in Desarts I resolve to live And in the dens of savage beasts to grieve There on the tender barks to carve my love And as they grow so shall my hopes improve Meane while commixed with the Nymphs I le view Menalus or the cruel boar pursue Nor shall I be with hardest frosts withstood To set with dogs round the Parthenian wood Through murmuring Groves and rocks me thinks I goe Pleas'd to shoot arrowes from a Parthian bow As if this were a medicine for our love Or by mans sufferings Cupid milder prove Verses displease now Muses in disgrace And now again you shadie Groves give place Nor can our troubles work him to a change Should we drink Hebrus in midwinter range Amongst huge frosts and Scythian snow should we When on high elms the parch'd vines dying be The southern flocks under hot Cancer move Love conquers all let us give place to love Let this suffice your Poet to have said Whil'st he a basket of fine bulrush made Muses you shall great things for Gallus do Whose love to me as much doth hourely grow As the green Alder shooteth in the spring Let us arise shades oft hurt those who sing Juniper shades are to our fruit a foe The Evening comes goe home my fed Kids goe THE FIRST BOOK OF Virgil's GEORGICKS THE ARGUMENT What times are best to sow what natures are Of differing grounds what industrie and care What hurts the corne the Plowmans severall Rules Who musters up innumerable tooles Who first the world with th' art of tillage blest Summer and winter Swaines must take no rest Plowmen must learn the stars which frost and snow Fair and fowle weather rain and winds foreshew Clashing of Nobles tumults and of late Popular fury and great Caesars fate WHat makes rich grounds Mecaenas in what signs 'T is best to plow and marrie elms with vines What care of sheep with Cattel what agrees And how much skill belongs to frugall bees Now I shall sing You glorious Lights who bear In your swift motion round the sliding year Bacchus blest Ceres if from you we gain For poor Chaonian acorns golden graine And wine t' inrich our watery cups and you Fauns who to Swains your bounty still allow Together Fauns and virgin Dryades come Your gifts I sing and Neptune thou to whom Earth trident-struck brought forth a generous steed And woods protector thou whose snowie breed Three hundred graze on Caeas fertile grounds Pan the flocks guardian leaving native bounds And Lycian groves if Maenalus thou prize With Pallas come who th' Olive did devise And thou Inventor of the crooked Plow Silvanus bearing a soft Cypres bough All Gods our fields protect and those who feed The tender grain still cherishing our seed And who from skies on corne send plentious rain Thou Caesar whom what seat shall entertaine In Heaven's unknown whether thou take the care Of Realms and Cities or the world declare Thee Lord of fruit to whom the seasons bow And with thy mothers myrtle wreath thy brow Or rule vast waves alone thy Deitie Sea-men adore and farthest Thule obey Or Thetys with the Ocean purchas'd thee Or to slow moneths a new signe added be Whom Libra and Erigone may imbrace Whilst burning Scorpio shrinks to give thee place And doth his ampler part in heaven forsake What ere thou 'lt be let not the Stygian Lake Accept thee Lord nor have thou such desire Although the Greeks Elyzium fields admire Nor for her mother car d sought Proserpine Grant a free course and aid my bold design Pity the Ignorance of Swaines with me And to bâ— invok'd with prayers accustom'd be When the warme spring dissolves the mountains snowes And the fat soyle with West-winds softer growes Then let my steers at plow to groan begin And by the furrow my worne Coulter shine The greedie Husbandman likes best that mold Hath felt two summers and two winters cold That mans great harvest doth his Garners burst But ere thou break the unknown fallow first Observe the winds and mark heavens various face Old custome and the nature of the place What every soyle will bear and what refuse This corne that vines more kindly doth produce Here plants best thrive and there rank herbage growes Seest not how Safron Tmolus still bestowes India sends Ivorie sweet Sabea Gummes From the nak'd Chalybs steel from Pontus comes The Bever stone from Epire Mares for race For nature hath impos'd on every place Eternall Laws since first Deucalion hurl'd Stones to repair the populated world Whence men a hard race sprung Therefore goe on And thy rich soyl with the first warming sun Let thy strong Oxen turn when Phoebus makes Long dayes and humid clods with ardor bakes If poor thy soyl before Arcturus rise To break a shallow furrow will suffice Here lest the corn should harme from weeds receive There lest small moysture barren akers leave And let thy furrow lie each year untill'd And to grow hard with rest thy worne-out field Or where in season thou didst barely sow And pleasant pulse with dangling cods didst mow Where brittle stalks of wofull Lupins stood Or slender Veches like a whispering wood The field flax otes and sleepy Poppie burns But easie is the labour made by turns Nor a drie soyle with rich marle spare to feed And uncleans'd ashes on poor grounds to spread So with chang'd seed Swains rest give to the fields And Land left fallow no less profit yields From burning sterile plains oft plentie comes And brittle stubble crackling fire consumes Whether from this new force and nourishment The Earth receives or else all venome spent By fire and forth superfluous moysture sweat Or many dark hid breathings lax'd by heat By which fresh sap the springing corne sustaines Or more condens'd it bindes the gaping veines Lest soaking showrs or Sols more potent beame Or Boreas piercing cold should wither them And much he helps his field who barren mould Breaks harrowes then nor Ceres doth behold That Husband-man from the high heaven in vain And who the gleab athwhart runs ore again Turning his plow and crossing breaks the soyle Making the field obedient with his toyle Swaines pray for winters faire and summers wet Winter dust joyes the earth and glads the wheat Not Maesia then shall harvests boast like these Nor Phrygian hils admire their own increase What shall I say of those have sow'd their land Then
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
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
Groves of living Olives these rejoyce And by wilde Olives of that Land make choice And where soure Beries through the Country spread But a rich ground with pleasant moysture fed Where store of grass and verdant champains be Such as in wanton vales we use to see VVhere Rivers from the lofty Rock descend VVith fruitfull mud and to the Southward bend Nourishing Ferne which so much hurts the Plow Here for thee Bacchus strongest wine shall grow To swell the Press this the rich Grape shall bear Such as in Gold for offerings we prepare When the swolne Tuskans on their Cornets play And we on Altars smoking entrals lay But if thou herds and Steers delight to keep Or Goats that burne the corne or fleecy sheep Seek pleasant Groves and rich Tarentum's Coast And plaines which wofull Mantua hath lost VVhere silver Swans neer flourie Rivers plant VVhere Crystall Springs nor grass the Cattel want How much thy herds eat in the longest day So much cold dews in the short night repay Black grounds which under heavie Plowes are rich A brittle soyle for tillage makes it such Is best for corne upon no ground appears More Carrs returning home with wearie Steers Or where the angrie Swaine cuts down a wood And fruitless Groves which many years had stood And by the roots Birds ancient seats o rethrew Who to the skies their nests forsaken flew But a rough Champaine soone improves with toyle For hungrie grounds and a rough stonie soyle Scarce bees with Cassia and sweet dew supplie In whose dark hollow Rocks foul Serpents lie No Land they say with better choice is stor'd Of food for Snakes nor better nests afford That Earth exhales thin Clouds and flying mists And moysture drinks repaying when it lists Which alwayes her own verdant Liverie wears Nor hurts with coomings and foule rust the shares Where Elms with joyfull vine are interwove Where Olives grow that soyle you may approve Both for your Cattell and the heavie Plow For they such plaines nee'r wealthie Capua sow And those which border nigh Vesuvius heights And Clanius who oft poor Acerra frights I 'le teach thee now moulds differing to discerne That what 's too thick or looser thou mayst learn Since one corne best affects the other Vines To Ceres â—â—â—ick to Bacchus thin inclines First with great diligence let a place be found There let a pit be made deep in the ground This done cast in the thrown-out mould again And with thy feet tread the whole surface plaine If there want Earth t is loose that most inclines Cattell to feed and cherish prospering Vines But if t' its bounds 't will not be brought again And the pit fil'd some earth shall yet remain That soyle is thick plough with thy sturdy yoak There the hard glebe let that tough soyle be broke Land that is salt and which we bitter finde Is bad for fruit to tillage not inclin'd All plants shall here degenerate and the vine Looseth the name and this shall be the signe From smokie roofes an Osier basket take And such a strainer as for wine they make There Earth with streams drawn from a Crystall Spout Commix and all the water will run out And in great drops shall through the strainer flow But soon the taste will clear distinction shew And straight thou may'st with bitterness espie The tasters mouth displeas'd be drawn awrie And lastly we thus rich soyle understand It will not moulder kneading in your hand But to your fingers it will cling like pitch Moyst ground hath weeds and that which is too rich Ah! Let not mine too fertile prove nor bear Upon a heavie stalke a ponderous ear Mould that is sad that silently by weight It self betrayes and so we finde what 's light Black and all colours straight our eyes discerne But cursed cold is wonderous hard to learn Yet sometimes pitchy Firr and fatall Yew Or winding Ivie will sad tokens shew This known with care thy earth plough long before And raise the ridges of thy Furrows more And let thy turn'd up Gleab sterne Boreas face Before thou set the vines rejoycing race Brittle is best which winde and frost indure And rustick Swaines with turning oft manure But those men who no care or labour flie Choose places fit both for a Nursery And where they may transplanted after grow Lest they their mother suddain chang'd not know Also Heavens quarters on they bark the score That they may coast it as it was before Which Southern heat sustains which viewd the Pole Such strength hath custome in each tender soule First know if hils or dales best please the grape Wouldst thou the plenty of rich vineyards reap Sow the vale thick then will thy press abound But if it hillie be and rising ground Set thin thy ranks nor less in every tract Range ordered vines the walks drawn out exact As when a mighty battel 's to be fought Up to the front the ordered files are brought Troups hide the fields and ready for alarms All the vast Champain shines with glittering arms Before in horrid fight the battell joynes And doutbfull Mars to neither part inclines So let thy ranks in even number grow Not that vain fancie should be fed with shew But else th' earth grants not equall nourishment Nor can their branches have their full extent Perhaps how deep to furrow thou would'st know In shallow trenches I my vines dare sow But the huge Aesculus that mighty tree Must in earths bosome deeply fixed be How much to Heaven her spreading branches shoot So much towards hell extend her fixed root Therefore not her showrs with huge tempests mix'd Nor cruell winter harms but remains fix'd And many years and ages she indures Of short-liv'd man whom her own strength secures Tall branches guard her and huge bowes displaid Protect her round with her own mighty shade Nor make thy vineyard where the Sun declines Nor plant rough hazels mongst the tender vines Nor pull the lofty branches nor impaire The sprouting bows for great must be thy care Nor rustie pruners harme the hopefull seed Nor let wilde Olives in thy vineyard breed Mongst careless Swains oft happens fire which first Under the sappie rinde is closely nurst Then by degrees to the high branches flies And spreading sends loud fragor to the skies A victor straight from bough to bough aspires And the Crown seis'd involveth all with fires To Heaven black clouds and pitchy mists are sent And dismall vapours scale the firmament But more if from the North atempest rise And in the groves winde makes the flame increase This happens then their stocks decatd no more Sprout fresh again nor flourish as before Nor from the earth like nourishment receives But curst wilde Olives grow with bitter leaves Let none how ever skilfull thee advise To turne hard grounds when Northern winds arise Winter binds earth with frost nor grants the seed To take firme root nor tender plants to feed Then set thy vines when the
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
Cassias use But rest secure a fraudless life in peace Variously rich in their large Farmes at ease Tempe's coole shades dark Caves and purling streams Lowings of Cattell under trees soft dreams Nor lack they woods and dens where wilde beasts haunt Youth in toyle patient and inur'd to want Their Gods and parents sacred Justice tooke Through those her last steps when she Earth forsook Let the sweet Muses most of me approve VVhose Priest I am struck with almighty Love They shall to me Heavens starrie tracts make known And strange Eclipses of the Sun and Moon Thence Earthquakes are why the swolne Ocean beats Over his banks and then again retreats Why Winter Suns hast so to touch the maine And what delayes the tardie night restraine But if these gifts of Nature I not finde And a cold blood beleaguereth my minde Then I 'le delight in vales nere pleasant floods And unrenown'd haunt rivers hils and woods Thy banks sweet Sperchius and Taygeta where The Grecian virgins stately feasts prepare How shall I be to Haemus vale convaid And crown my temples with a mighty shade Happie is he that hidden causes knowes And bold all shapes of danger dares oppose Trampling beneath his feet the cruell Fates Whom Death nor swallowing Acheron amates And he is blest who knowes our Countrey Gods Pan old Sylvanus and the Nymphs aboads He fears not Scepters nor aspiring States Nor treacherous brethren stirring up debates Nor Dacians Covenant at Isters streams Nor Romes affaires and nigh destroyed Realms Or poor men pities or the rich envies What nourishment the bounteous field supplies What trees allow he takes nor ever saw Mad Parliaments Acts of Commons nor sword-Law Some vex the Sea and some to war resorts Attend on Kings and waite in Princes Courts This would his Countrey and his God betray To drink in Jems and on proud scarlet lye This hides his wealth and broods on hidden gold This loves to plead and that to be extold Through all the seats of Commons and the sires To bathe in 's brothers blood this man desires Some banish'd must their native seats exchange And Countries under other Climates range The Husbandman turns up his fruitfull plaines Whence he his children and poore house sustains His heards and labouring steers no rest is found Either his trees with blushing fruit abound His folds with Lambs or else his stacks with corne Or plenty loads his field or cracks his barne In winter he Sycanian Olives mils And the fat swine with mast and akorns fils All sorts of fruit in plentious Autumne falls And milder vines grow ripe on sunnie walls Whil'st 'bout his neck his prettie Children cling His chaste house modest home his heifers bring Extended teats in meads his fat Kids rest And with their horns in wanton sport contest He keeps the festive dayes on grass layd down And friends about the fire the Goblets crown Bacchus implor'd then for his Hinds sticks fast A prize at which they nimble Javelins cast Stripping their hardned limbs for rustick strife Of old this was the ancient Sabins life Rhemus and Romulus and Tuscans fierce And Rome great mistresse of the Universe Who seven proud hils then did with wals surround Before Dictaean Jupiter was crown'd Or Sounding Trumpers heard or any made Ring on hard anviles the imposed blade But we have past now through a spacious plaine And now 's high time our smoking steeds t'unrein THE THIRD BOOK OF Virgil's GEORGICKS THE ARGUMENT How to choose Cattell and best wayes to breed To traine a Horse for labour war or speed The power of Love whose fire consumes the Males Makes Buls to fight and Mares court Westerne gales Of Sheep and Goats of milk what profit's made Of haire and wool which drive a mighty trade Of Dogs for hunting or a watchfull Guard Serpents and Flies from Beasts must be debar'd With what diseases Cattell are annoyd How rots and murrains have whole Realms destroyd GReat Pales and th' Amphrisian Swain renown'd Lycaean streams and woods I 'le now resound All things that took up idle mindes are shewn For who hath not cruell Eurystheus known And bloody altars fierce Busiris reard Or not of Hylas or of Delos heard Of swift Hypodame and Pelops fam'd For 's ivorie shoulders who proud horses tam'd To raise my self a way must now be found That through all Nations I may be renown'd First to my Countrey if I live I will Conveigh the Muses from th' Aeonian hill And Idumean palmes to Mantua bear Then in green fields a Marble temple rear Where â—â—e great Mincius slowlie winding glides And borders with a tender reed his sides Amidst the fane shall Caesars statue be Who shall in purple me triumphing see Driving a hundred Chariots to the floods Leaving Alpheus and Molorchian woods All Greece shall strive with whirlbats and the race And offering Olive leaves my browes shall grace How it delights to see the solemn traine March to the Temples and the bullocks slaine Or as the sceane with fronts rever'st shall shift And painted Brittans purple hangings lift There I 'le in gold and ivorie draw th' alarmes Of India and conquering Caesars armes And huge Nile swelling both with waves and war On brazen beams I 'le navall trophies rear Next conquer'd Asia and Niphates show And Parthians flying bold to use their bow In Parian Marble and respiring brass Shall stand the statues of the Dardan race And all their titles who from high Jove came Old Tros and Phoebus who did Ilium frame Let cursed Envie at the Furies shake And tremble at the dreadfull Stygian Lake And at Ixions twisted Serpents grone His racking wheel and never resting stone Meane while let us seek Groves where Sylvane Gods Their dwellings have and search untracted woods Your hard commands Maecenas to persue Our muse no lofty flight takes wanting you Ah quickly come nor make delay at all For now Cytheron with loud voyce doth call Horse-taming Epire and Tagetian hounds And woods the clamor echoing resounds Next I shall Caesars mighty wars proclaim And through as many years extend his fame As hath been since bright Phoebus did adorne The world with light till thou great Prince wert borne Who ere Olympick games admiring steeds Or for the Plow his sturdie bullocks breeds To choose well bodied femals must have care Of the best shape the sowr-look'd heifers are Her head great thick her neck and to her thigh Down from her chin her dewlaps dangling lie Longsided all parts large whom great feet bears And under crooked horns her brisly ears Those best I like whom spots of white adorne Or shun the yoake oft butting with the horne The whole Cow faire and visag'd like the male Sweeping the ground with her long bushie taile The fourth year past Lucina they implore And after ten tast joyes of love no more Their strength to plow or procreate then failes Whil'st wanton youth thy herds boast free thy males Thy flocks whil'st they are young to Venus bring That
seven Cubits high Still cold North winds blowing eternally Nor can the Sun those gloomie shades displace Nor when his horse mount the Meridian race Nor when he cools them in the Western maine There icy setters straight swift rivers chaine Wheeles shod with iron the strong-back'd water bears And where ships sail'd now safe goe laden Cars It breaks hard brass cloaths freez upon their backs Aud wine once liquid suffers now the axe And mighty lakes transform'd to ice soone hard Grow drops of water on their uncomb'd beard Meane while all heaven is dark with snow sheep die And under mighty drifts fair Cattell lie Whole herds of Deer new Mountains there infold That scarse you may their lofty crests behold Nor these with nets they snare nor seiz with hounds Nor are they frighted when the arrow sounds But as they struggle under hils in vain Kill with their Swords whil'st they aloud complain Then bear them home triumphing with a crie These under ground in Caves securely lie Whole Elms and loads of mighty Oke are layd Upon the hearth when the huge fire is made They spend the night in sport strong Ale they quaffe And wanting VVine carouse sharp Cervice off People so fierce nigh Hyperborean hills Under cold stars of th Artick Region dwels Still beaten with the sharp Ryphaean blasts Their body cloath'd with Sable Furs of beasts But if thou wool esteeme from thorns thy sheep From burs and briers preserve from rank grass keep And with soft fleeces snowie flocks elect But him although the Ram be white reject Whose mouth is alwayes moyst with a black tongue Lest he should change the colours of the young But choose another through the spacious plaine VVith a white fleece if it may credit gain Arcadian Pan thee Luna to the grove Calling intic'd nor didst thou scorne his love Is milk thy care then Lotus Cythesus bring And in their coats store of salt herbage fling This makes them drink which more the reat extends And with a quicker taste the milk commends Some from the Dams hinders the tender Kids And with hard muzzels from the pap forbids VVhat they at morning milk they press at night VVhat they at evening gain when day grows light The Swains to Market bring or sprinkled o're VVith salt they keep it for their winter store Nor of thy Dogs have thou less care but feed Fleet Spartan whelps and thy Mollossian breed VVith store of whay commanding such a guard ' Gainst thieves by night or wolves thou art prepar'd Nor shall the fierce Iberian thee afright Thou the wilde timerous Asse shalt put to flight Oft hunt the Hare and Deer with full-mouth'd hounds And thrust forth Boars shelter'd in wood-land grounds And from high Mountains with loud shouts beset Sometimes huge Stags and drive them to thy net Next learn to burn sweet Cedar in their roomes And smoke out Serpents with Galbanian gums For ost amongst the planks a Viper lies Deadly to touch and light affrighted flies Or else a Snake in sheltring roofs doth use VVhich will on Cattell cruell bane infuse Hid in the ground take thou a stake or stone And as he swels and hisseth knock him down But if he threaten yet thou mayst be sure He will by flight his Coward head secure His armed ribs being bruis'd and harnes'd traine Scarce rallying up his broken rear again In the Calabrian Groves there haunts a snake Wreathing a haughtie Crest and scalie back And mingled spots on his long bellie shew Who whil'st the rivers from the Mountains flow Earth with the Spring dew'd and the showrie South He lives in fens glutting his greedie mouth With fish and croaking frogs but when earth gapes And Lakes are drain'd with heat to Land he scapes Rouling his flaming eyes Then far and wide Rages with thirst with heat much terrifi'de Then let not me under heavens Canopie Sweet slumber seize nor on the grass to lie Neere murmuring Groves when he hath cast his skin And rouling shines in want on youth agen Leaving in 's nest his egs or else the young And dares at Phoebus shake his triple tongue The signes and causes now of each disease I 'le thee informe foule scabs thy flock will seise When chilling showres invade lifes strongest hold And horrid frosts wax grim with bitter cold Or when foule sweat sticks to them lately shorne And with rough briers their naked bodies torne For wiser Shepherds the whole flock will take And deeply plunge them in some cleansing Lake Far in to drench his fleece the Ram is thrown Who with the gentle stream comes gliding down Or when they 'r shorne the lees of oyle apply Or silver spume commix'd with Mercuris Idean pitch and store of oylie tar Scylla Bitumen and black Hellebor And no indeavor shall finde more successe Then if the skilfull Swaine an orifice VVith a sharp Launce shall open on the head Corruption lives and is by covering fed VVhil'st the idle Swaine neglects to dress the sore And from the Gods doth better things implore VVhen in the Bleater's marrow aches breed And putrid fevors on his spirits feed It will be good t' avert the raging paine By opening in his foot the beating vein So the Bisaltians were accustomed And the most fierce Gelonians when they fled To Rhodope or Getan wildes to quaffe Mix'd with thick milk the blood of horses off If thou seest any to the coole shades draw And sweet grass nibble as they had no maw Or lag behinde or grazing to lie down And ere they fould to march away alone Straight kill the guilty ere the dire disease Infect the flock and careless vulgar seise Nor oftner is the floods disturb'd with winde Then sheep with rots nor doth the sickness finde One to destroy but suddainly doth fall On root and branch stock and originall If any th' Alps and Norick Castles knowes Plac'd on high hils and where Tymavus flowes Deserted Realms now he may see of Swains And every where Groves and forsaken plaines Here once the aire infected did beget A plague which rag'd through the Autumnall heat All kinde of Cattell and of wilde beasts di'de The grass was tainted rivers putrifi'de Nor was one way for death but when the flame VVith burning thirst through feav'rous bodies came Cold Rheums again abound and the disease Their feeble limbs consumed by degrees Oft sacrifices at the Altars plac'd With snowie wreaths and flowry Garlands grac'd E're Sacrificers could dispatch fall dead Or if before the Priest one slaughtered The bowels on the Altars will not burne Nor the Diviner answers can return And scarce their knives with blood are sprinkled o're And the top-sand be stain'd with watery gore Then the fat Calf in richest pasture fals And his sweet life gives up at plenteous stals Hence Dogs run mad and sickly Boars perplex't With a short cough and with swolne jawes are vext The Conquering steed mindeless of war or food Unhappie falls and leaves the cooling flood And with his
feet the hard ground often beats His ears now hang and faint with troubled sweats Which neere their death growes cold their skins are drie And to be handled roughly do comply To burning eyes short breathings grant no rest Sometimes they grone and deeply from their brest Fetch a sad sigh blood from their nostrils flowes And in lank jawes their tongue now rougher grows To drench them with a horne of wine be sure For to them dying this the only cure Sometimes it kils for thus refresh'd they burn God bless good men on bad this errour turn With greater rage and as cold death draws neer With cruell teeth they their own members tear The smoking Oxe is taken at the Plow And from his mouth blood mix't with fome doth flow Groning his last whil'st the sad Plowman here Unyoaks mourning his brothers death The steer And mid'st his work the Plow leaves in the field Nor shady groves nor soft meads pleasure yield Nor streams which through the vales from mountains glide And are more cleer then crystall purisi de His sides grown lank darknes his eyes o're spread And to the ground falls on his drooping head What availes toyle or profit what to turne Th' unwilling gleab These not with rich wine burn Nor surfets at high banquets taint their blood But leaves and simple herbage are their food They drink pure fountains and the running streams Nor vexing care disturbs their healthy dreams Then only in those Realms as fame hath taught The Cattell were for Juno's offering sought And unmatch'd steers her Chariot did convey To the high places where they honors pay The Earth they dig themselves and set the corne Nor from the mountains with their own neck scorn To draw the groning Car. No woolf did plot By stratagem to take some wealthy coat Nor walks nocturnall rounds about the sheep A cruel sickness him at home did keep And now the nimble Buck and timerous Doe Amongst the Dogs about the houses goe And then the Oceans numerous race and all Those kinds that boast from thence originall Wash'd with the floods as shipwrack'd bodies come To shore and Sea-calves up fresh rivers swoom No lurking hole the viper now availes Nor dreadfull Serpents with erected scales Nor safety from sweet air could birds receive But falling in the Clouds their spirits leave All Arts now harme the wise Physitions faile Chyron Melampus know not what they aile Pale Tisiphon rages sent from Stygian shades In open light and fear and sickness leads Her greedie jawes by day rais'd high from ground The Rivers hils and sandie banks resound With bleating flocks and loud complaining steers And carcasses in mighty heaps she rears Whole flocks she kills with gore the stalls are drown'd Till they had learn't to lay them in the ground Their skins unusefull water could not rense Their bowels nor the fire their entrails cleanse Nor shear for the disease their fleeces full Of filthiness Nor touch the tainted wooll And those durst wear the loathsome garments get Inflamed Carbuncles a clamie sweat Seiseth their noysome limbs and in few hours Th' infected bodies sacred fire devours THE FOVRTH BOOK OF Virgil's GEORGICKS THE ARGUMENT How for the Bees fit stations to contrive Of what and how to build the stately hive In setling Realms they oft divided are And for their Kings contend in mighty war Their Diet Customs Laws and Chastity Their toyle and rest they winds and rain foresee Their stocks their age and Loyalty to Kings What their invention to perfection brings What cures against Diseases to afford And how th' whole Nation lost may be restor'd I 'Le to Aetheriall honey next proceed Heavens choicest gift this too Maecenas reade Wonders admir'd to thee of lowly things In order their whole stocks magnanimous Kings Wars labours manners Nations I 'le recite Slight is the theame but not the glory slight If pleas'd powers grant and cal'd Apollo heare First for thy bees seek a fit station where No winds approach for them each gale forbids To bring home food Nor sheep and wanton Kids Tread down the grasse or heifers shake the dewes VVandring the plaines and tender herbage bruise Thence speckled Lizards with pide shoulders drive Woodpecks and other birds from the rich hive And Progne who a bloodie hand did smeare For all things these devast in their mouthes bear The winged Bee sweet food to cruell nests Let Springs be neer and Lakes green mosse invests And a pure river gliding through the mead Where Palme their gates and branching Olive shade That when new Kings shall forth their Colonies bring And youth drawn out sport in the wanton spring The neighbouring banks may them from heat invite And willing trees with courteous boughes delight Amidst whether the water stand or runs Lay twigs a crosse and cast in mighty stones That they on many bridges safe may stand And to the warming sun their wings expand VVhen stormy Eurus hath them tardy found And scatter'd or indanger'd to have drown'd Let verdant Cassia round about them dwell And Betonie which gives so large a smell And of sweet-breathing Succorie store be set And let them drink the dewes of Violet VVhether of hollow bark thou dost contrive Or else with limber twigs compose the hive Make straight the gate for cold congeales the wax And heat by melting doth again relax Both which extreams the Bees alike do fear Nor they in vain those breathing cranies smear Of their low roofs with wax indevouring still Th' edges with balme and pleasant flowrs to fill And for this use a glue they gather which Excels all bird-lime and Idaean pitch Oft in deep Caves if fame a truth report Low underneath they vault their waxen Court And oft discover'd in a hollow Rock Or in the bellie of an aged Oke But thou their roomes with clay well-temper'd seel And with leaves cover that no cold they feel About their Court let no Yewes grow nor bake The fiery crab nor trust too deep a Lake Or where bad smels or hollow Rocks resound And angrie echoes of the voyce rebound Next when bright Sol makes winter to retreat Behinde the Earth and opens Heaven with heat Straight they draw out and wander Groves and woods Reap purple flowres and taste the crystall floods By what instinct I know not then they flie To their own Courts and their dear progenie Next with great Art their waxen Cels contrive And the elaborated honey stive But when thou seest a troup aspiring flie Drawn from their winter quarters through the skie And curious hast with admiration spide A sable Cloud through crystall Sphears to glide Then to sweet springs and pleasant shades they goe Here oderous flowres and beaten Milfoyle strow With honey Suckles make a brazen sound And beat the Cymbals of the Goddess round They on charm'd boughs will stay or else retreat As is the custome to their parents seat But if they draw to battell oft between Two Kings great discord and sad wars have been
And straight thou mayst foresee the vulgar rage Wilde for mad war for those who not ingage The martiall note provokes heard is th' alarme Like dreadfull Trumpets when they sound to arme They list proud troups in haste their Spears they whet Their light shields furnish and their arms they fit Guarding their King thick to the Court they goe And with loud clamor challenge out the foe Then when'tis fair the open field they take They joyne their battell and they joyning make A noise scales heaven and in close order all Strongly imbodied charge then head-long fall Not thicker haile doth in a tempest poure Nor shaken Okes more plenteous akorns showre The Kings amid'st the bands in armor shine And mighty soules in narrow brests confine Both resolute not to yield till these or they Are to proud Conquerors fore'd to give the day These huge commotions and so mightie war Suddain with thrown-up dust appeased are But when both Princes you from battell call Who seems the worst lest he a prodigall Should waste the stock command him to be slain And let the best in th' emptie pallace reign One shines with gold whom glorious colours grace Two sorts there are the best his noble face Hath blushing cheeks with sloth the other pale His sagging bellie after him doth traile As their two Kings such their two Nations are For one s deform'd as when a traveller Through clouds of dust extreamly thirsty gets And from 's drie mouth a sulleid water spits The other shines with gold and glory grac'd And equall spots upon their bodies plac'd This Progenie is best from these you may Sweet honey at the certain time conveigh Not only sweet but also shall be fine And which shall qualifie your sharpest wine But when they wander sporting through the skies Forsake their hives and cooling roofes despise Let not their stragling minds seek idle things Nor hard 's the task but cut their Princes wings They staying at home none dares to scale heavens arch Or with spread ensignes from their camp to march Them let sweet gardens with fresh flowres invite And old Priapus who the thieves doth fright And spoyling birds from thence with 's awfull look All safe preserving with his sallow hook Set thyme about their roofs and Pines remove From lofty hills if thou such labours love Weary thy hand with toyle and pleasant bowres Plant round and dew the earth with friendly showrs And did not I now to my Port draw neer And striking saile my prow to shore did steer How to adorne fair gardens I would sing And Pestum where there is a double spring Why Succorie in pleasant streams delights And verdant parseley swelling banks invites And Cucumers grow plump along the grass Nor would I Daffadils long in growth orepasse Or soft Acanthus winding Ivie's store And Myrtle so inamour'd on the shore I call to minde neere high Oebalius towrs Where slow Galesus waters Ceres bowrs I saw an old Corycian who injoy'd Few akers not for pasturage imploy'd Nor was it fit for corne or vineyard found Yet he mongst thornes choice herbs and lillies round His garden Vervaine did and Poppie finde That wealthiest Kings he equal'd in his minde And late at night returning home well stor'd He with unpurchas'd banquets lades his board He in the spring did first sweet Roses pull And could in Autumne apples soonest cull VVhen stones with cold the cruell winter cleaves And bridles up with ice the flowing waves His soft Acanthus now he gently twinde Chiding the tardy spring and lingring winde Therefore huge swarms his bees first pregnant brought And his full combes rivers of honey fraught His Pines and barren Lindons fruitfull were As many blossoms as his tree did bear So many apples it in Autumne grac'd And he the lofty Elms in order plac'd Wardens and Thorne which now a damson made And Planes which to Carousers are a shade But these excluded by a narrow straight I leave to others after to relate Now I 'le declare those gifts which were confer'd On bees by Jove himself for what reward They follow'd tinkling brass and Curets sound And fed the King of heaven under ground In common only they maintain their race And like a Citie rang'd their houses place And understrictest Laws they aged grow Their native Countrey and fix'd mansions know Mindfull of winter labour in the Spring And to the publick store their profit bring For some provide and by a compact made Labour abroad others within are stai'd To lay Narcissus tears and yielding gum As the first ground-work of the honey combe And after they tenacious honey spread Others the Nations hope young Colonies breed A second part the purest honey stives Untill the liquid Nectar crack the hives There are by lot attend the gates t' informe Approaching showrs and to foretell a storme To ease the loaden or imbattel'd drive The Drones a slothfull cattell from the hive Work heats of thyme the fragrant honey smels As when the Cyclops the soft masse compels Hasting for Jove huge thunderbolts to make Some with the bellows air returne and take Others in water dip the hissing o're Aetnean Caves with beaten anvils rore They with much strength their arms in order raise And turne with tongues the mass a thousand wayes So if I may great things compare with small Bees to their work for love of profit fall Each hath his task the aged Rulers are And frame Dedalian roofs and combs repair But those that youthfull be and in their prime Late in the night return loaden with thyme On every bush and tree about they spread And are with Cassia and rich Saffron fed Or purple Daffadils and Lindors tall All rest at once at once they labour all Early they take the field at night again When Vesper them from feeding doth constrain Homeward they draw and strength decaid restore And with soft murmurs throng about the dore When they repose all night they silent are And pleasant sleep doth wearied limbs repair Nor from their hives they stir when rain is nigh Nor trust their persons to a stormy skie But safe they water nere their Cities wall And oft with Pebles journeys make but small As a light boat ballanc'd on raging seas VVith which through vacant aire themselves they peise 'T is strange that Bees such customs should maintain Venus to scorne in wanton lust disdain To waste their strength and without throws they breed But cull from leaves and various flowres their seed Their Kings and pettie Princes they proclaime Then Pallaces and waxen Kingdoms frame But oft their wings are torne on Rocks abroad And free they spend their lives beneath their load So love they flowrs and to make honey pride Though soon the tearm of their short life doth glide For the seventh summer a full period gives Yet their immortall race for ever lives Their noble house for many years remains And records keep of antient Princes reigns Next not rich Aegypt nor great Lydia Parthians or
God doe feast Thou madst the storms and tempests me to feare This said the hollow mountaine with his speare He pierc'd i th side winds as in mutinous bands Force their owne way and thunder through the strands They take the Sea Eurus and Notus raves And stormie Africus from deepest caves Th' whole Ocean vext tumbling vast waves to shore Cries of men follow shrowds and tackling tore When from the Trojans sight swift clouds restraine Heaven and the day black night broods on the maine It thunders aire with frequent lightning shone And all things menace quick destruction Straight are Aeneas limbs dissolv'd with seare He grones and to the Stars his hands doth reare Then said most happy you whose funerals Your Parents saw under the Trojan walls Why was not I by thee O Diomed slaine Most valiant Greeian on the Dardan plaine Why lost I not this life by that hand where Hector the stout fell by Achilles speare Where great Sarpedon where so many bould Heroes shields helmes in Symois streams are rould Then from the North a clamoring gust did rise Smote crosse their sailes and waves advanc'd to skies Their oars are broke about then comes the ship And nigh ore-set her sailes in water dip A Mountaine breaking ore her weather side Scoures all the deck these a huge billow ride Betweene the floods to them a yauning wave The bottome shewes the sands with breaches rave By South-winds drove on hidden Rocks three came Rocks far from shore Italians altars name Whose craggie shoulders range above the Sea Eurus on sholes a wofull sight forc'd three Bilg'd on the bancks and stuck in beds of sands One true Orontes bore and Lycian bands In his owne view a huge Sea from the North Breaks o're her sterne the Master tumbled forth Pitch'd on his head but she thrice hurried round With a swift eddie in the Ocean drown'd Some few appeare swimming on raging floods With arms of men oars plancks and Trojan goods Ileoneus stout Ship now the tempest tore Now bold Achates next that Abas bore Then old Alethes through ript sides each takes In hostile waves and founderd are with leaks When Neptune th Ocean mix'd with horrid sound And the rais'd storme perceiv'd from deeps profound Whole floods turn'd up much mov'd from Sea did raise His favouring browes and from high waves survaies Driven through the Sea Aeneas Fleet he spies With waves distrest and furie of the skies Nor Iunos fraud nor spleen to him was hid Then Eurus Zephyre hailing thus he chid Have you such confidence of your high birth Without our License Winds thus heaven and earth To mix and dare you raise such hils as these Which I but floods inrag'd 't is best to ' appease Nor shall I thus such crimes hereafter spare Hasten your flight these to your King declare Not the Seas power and mighty trident fell T' his lot but mine let him in huge rocks dwell Eurus thy house in those courts Aeolus may Command and in the winds close prison sway Sooner then said he calmes the raging sea Scatters thick clouds restores againe the day The Ships Symothe did with Tryton raise And Neptune from sharpe rocks with 's Trident weighs Opening vast Syrts he calmes the raging tides And with light wheels over the surface glides As oft when a great people mutinie Ignoble vulgar rage stones firebrands flye Furie finds arms but if they chance to see A grave man meriting for pietie All silent listning stand he soone alaies With words the tumult and their passion swaies Thus ceast all fragor of the Sea which when The father saw carried through skies serene He his blest Chariot drives and turnes his horse To the next shores the Trojans bend their course And weary to the Lybian confines glide There was a place far in an Isle whose side Stretch'd made a port which broke all stormes from Sea And cuts it selfe into a land-lock'd bay On each side mighty clifts and two rocks were Threatning the skie under whose tops a faire And quiet Sea a trembling wood displaid Above and darke groves gave a horrid shade A cave was opposite with rocks o're growne Within sweet springs and seats of living stone The Nymphs aboads strest Ship within this sound Cable nere held nor sharpe flook'd anchor bound Hither Aeneas vvith seven vessels bore The rest now lost much longing for the shore The Trojans make no little haste to land And rest their Sea-sick bodies on the Sand. Then first Achates sparks strikes out of flint And feeds the fire with leaves dry nourishment He next about the catching flame supplide They wearied out such as they had provide Corne with salt water tainted what they find They dry with fire and with a stone they grind Meane while Aeneas climbs the rock th' whole coast To Seaward views if Anteus weather tost Capys or any sayle he might discerne Or Caicus arms upon his lofty sterne But none appear'd When on the shore three Deer Feeding he spide the whole heard following neer And the long troop fed in the vales below Aeneas stands takes his swift shafts and bow Faithfull Achates charge those weapons were And first slew those who tallest heads did beare With branching crests the vulgar then and drove Th' whole heard with shooting to the leavie grove Nor left till victor seven fat bucks he laid Dead on the ground which his Ships number made Returning then these with his friends he shar'd Wine good Acestes had in casks prepar'd In Sicily and gave his parting guests The Prince divides and chears their troubled breasts Deare friends for we have many sorrows past You worse have felt God these will end at last You Scillas rage and cliffes resounding wide Have past and the Cyclopian rocks have tride Courage recall banish sad feare delight It may hereafter these things to recite How through strange chances through such dangers we To Latium bend where blest seats destinie Fore-shews where we Troys Realms may readvance Live and preserve yourselves for better chance This said with weighty cares opprest he feignes Hope in his face within deep griefe restraines They take the quarrie and prepare the feast They streight unlace the Deer and th' humbles drest Some pieces cut vvhich trembling spitted vvere On shore some boylers place and fire prepare Strength they recruit vvith food through the grasse spread They with fat venison and old vvine are fed Hunger alaid and boards remov'd much they Of lost friends talke 'twixt hope and feare much say If dead and quite despair'd of or alive Most the good Prince doth for Orontes grieve And Lycas and Amicus cruell fates Cloanthus Gyas much compassionates When Iove from his aetheriall height survaies The fixed earth and navigable Seas Shores and spread nations on heavens spire he stands And fix'd his eyes upon the Lybian strands To him revolving in his breast such cares Sad having drown'd her sparkling eyes in teares Spak Venus Thou who by eternall Law Rul'st men and Gods and
course my goddesse mother did ordaine And fates I have observ'd scarce seven remaine By waves and tempests craz'd unknown and poore Driven from Europe and the Asian shore I wander Lybick wilds Here Venus brake Off his sad tale and interrupting spake Who ere thou art I judge that thou surviv'st Deare to the Gods at Carthage who ariv'st Therefore goe on to the Queens Court repaire For I thy friends and fleet return'd declare And with chang'd Northerne winds to safety brought Else me in vaine fond Parents augurie taught Lo twice six Swans in a glad company Ioves bird pursued through the Aetherial sky In Heavens broad tracks now earth in a long traine They seeme to take or taken to disdaine As they returne with sounding wings they sport And Heaven surrounding in a song consort Just so I say thy friends and fleet have gain'd The Port or with full sayls the Bay obtain'd Therefore goe on she said as leads the way And turning did her rosie neck display When her Ambrosian haire a heavenly sweet Breaths from her head robes flow beneath her feet Her Gate a Godesse shewes He when he knew His Mother thus her flying did pursue Why cruell too dost thou so oft deceive Thy sonne with feigned shapes may we not give Right hands heare reall stories and reply Thus blaming her he to the wals drew nigh But Venus them in obscure ayre did shrowd The Goddesse vaild them in a mighty cloud Lest any touch â—est any them discerne Or move delay or cause of coming learne She flies to Paphos visits her own seat Where in her fane a hundred altars sweat With Easterne Gums and with fresh Garlands smoake Then they the path which most invited took Now they ascend a hill which much the town Ore tops and looks on adverse Bulwarks down The Prince admires the Pile once cotages Admires the Port the paved streets and noyse The Trojans worke some lay foundations For wals and towers others rowle mighty stones These draw out grounds and with a trench inclose Lawes Magistrates a holy Senate chose Some make a Port and these a great worke drew For Theaters from rocks vast Pillars hew High ornaments the future Sceans t' adorne As Bees through flowrie meads i'th'sunny morn Worke in the spring when hopefull youth they traine Or when they stive their sweet and liquid gaine And with the purest Nectar stretch the Hive Or ease the laden or imbatteld drive The Drones a sloathfull cattell from the Cels. Worke heats of thyme the fragrant honey smels Blest men whose wals now rise Aeneas said And their high towers admiring then survaid Wrapt in a cloud most wondrous he walks in With people mix'd and was of no man seene Amidst the towne was a sweet shadie Grove Where first with winds and waves the Paente drove An omen dig'd which royall Iuno sent A horse his head which shew'd they eminent Should be in war and still in wealth abound Here Iuno's Fane did Tyrian Dido found Wealthy with presents and the Goddesse grace Brasse Portals mount with steps and beams of brasse And the joyn'd hinges rung vvith brazen Gates First in this grove nevv objects mitigates His feare here safety first Aeneas dares To hope and better trust to sad affairs Waighting the Queen whilst there he all did see Whilst he admires vvhat the tovvns chance might be The artists emulous hand and works so rare He savv in order all the Trojan War War famous novv through the vvhole Vniverse Atrides Priam and Achilles fierce To both he vveeping then Achates said What Realmes hath not our vvoe replenished Lo Priam here revvard here vertue finds Troy teares and humane sufferings pittying minds Feare not he said this same may helpe our need Then did his fancie on vaine Pictures feed Much griev'd his face vvith a large streame he drovvn'd When he beheld hovv Trey beleaguerd round Here Grecians fly and Hector presses on Achilles charges there and Trojans run Neer this he Rhesus snowie tents survaid Weeping his men in their first sleepe betraid Bloody Tydides with great slaughter wasts And to his campe the fiery horses hasts Ere they dranke Xanthus on Troys Pastures graz'd Poore Troilus disarm'd here flyes amaz'd Too weake for thee Achilles back-wards flung Drag'd with his horse by the empty Chariot hung Holding the reines earth soyles his neck and haire Scribling the dust with his inverted speare When the Ilian dames with flowing tresses went To unpleas'd Pallas fane and robes present Beating their breasts sad in the humblest guise But the angry Goddesse fix'd on earth her eyes Achilles round Troys walls drag'd Hector thrice And gold for his pale corps he made the price Then a deep sigh he from his breast did send When he the corps spoyles chariot of his friend And Priam saw vvhen unarm'd hands he rears He knowes himselfe mix'd vvith the Grecian Peers Knew Easterne squadrons and black Memnons arms Penthiselea raging midst alarms Her crescent sheelded Amasons brought on Her naked breast guirt with a golden zone Amidst the thickest bands she chargeth then And the bould virgin dares encounter men Whilst on these things the Dardan Prince did looke And much admiring with the object tooke Then with a guard Queen Dido the most faire To she high Temple did in state repaire Such on Eurotas banks or Cynthus meades Shewes bright Diana when she dances leads A thousand mountaine Nymphs on every side Her golden quiver at her shoulders tide Walking she all the Goddesses excels Whilst joy Latonas silent besome svvels Such Dido was so cheerfully she went Hastning the works and future government In Juno's porch the temples mid-arch round Guarded with arms on high she sate inthron'd A woman gave men Lawes and tasks assignes In equall portion or by lot injoynes When streight Aeneas did with throngs behold Anteus Sergestus and Cloanthus bold And other Trojans which the black storm bore And waves dispers'd unto a distant shore Both were amaz'd and both at once admire 'Twixt joy and feare to joyne right hands desire But troubled with the unknown chance they shrowd Listning Spectators in a hollow clowd What fortune happen'd to his friends and where They lest their Fleet what chance had brought them there For to beg quarter from each ship were sent Choice men who clamouring to the Temple went After admission and free audience had Undiscompos'd bold Ileonus said Great Queen whom Jove did grant new seats to build Pleas'd that proud Nations to thy sway should yeeld We tempest-beaten Trojans thee desire To save our Navie from consuming fire And neerer view our cause the pious spare Nor brought we to the Libick confines war Nor come to drive rich preys vanquish'd long since We lost such courage and such insolence There is a place the Greeks Hesperia stilc An antient warlike Land a fertile soyle B' Aenotrians tild ' Posteritie they fame Since call'd it Italie for their Princes name Hither we steer'd When straight Oryon with a storme did rise And
rewards bequeath To thee who forc'd me see my dear sons death And with his blood the Parents face defild Achilles whom thou father false hast stild Was no such foe to me he blush'd when I Implor'd the law of arms nor did denie Hectors pale corps should have a native tombe And me again sent with a convoy home This said th' old man a feeble javlin threw Which could not pierce his sounding target through But on the bosse did hang the harmlesse speare Then Pyrrhus said this newes my father beare My cruell deeds remember to relate And how that I his sonne degenerate For thou shalt die as soon as this he said Through his sons blood he dragging him convai'd Trembling to th' altars then his haire he wreathes In his left hand his right his sword unsheathes Which to the hilts he buries in his side So finish'd Priams fates and thus he dide Seeing Ilium burn whose proud Commands did sway So many potent Realms in Asia Now on the strand his sacred bodie lies Headlesse without a name or obsequies Amaz'd then first strange feare surrounded me I on my father thought when I did see The equall aged King give up his life With a sad wound and my neglected wife My rifled house and poore Iulus chance Round I behold what force I could advance All weary had forsooke me and leapt downe Or in the flames their wretched bodies throwne Now by my selfe in Vesta's porch I found Helen conceal'd silent on sacred ground Close hid she lay a light those burnings vast Me wandring gave as round my eyes I cast She for Troys fall expects the Trojans sword Greeke censures wrath of her forsaken Lord. Common Erynnis both to Greece and Troy Obscure and hated did at Altars lye My mind inflames rage my revenge did call To give her punishments for my countries fall Shall safely she behold her native soyle A Queen in Sparta triumph in our spoyle Her husband court children and parents see Shall Trojan Dames Phrygtans her servants be Priam by th' sword fall flames destroy his seat So oft with blood the Dardan confines sweat Not so Although no memorable name Have female punishments or such conquests fame Yet I 'le be prais'd to punish nay to kill So curst a wretch I 'll satisfie my will Flames to revenge and my friends ashes please With rage I was transported saying these When my blest mother did to me appeare Never before in night she shind more cleere Goddesse confest such and so great as she Is seen to those above and wringing me Fast by the hand from rosie lips she said Deare Son what rage hath such distemper made Why rav'st thou thus and where are our respects Nor look'st thou first where bedrid thou neglects Anchises now lives thy Creusa yet And young Ascanius which the Greeks beset On all sides round did not I aid afford Flames had devour'd them or the enemies sword Nor Helens beauty blame nor Paris hate The Gods the Gods incens'd o'rethrow this seat And from her deep foundations ruin Troy Behold for all these clouds which thus anoy Thy mortall sight and thus thick mists display I shall remove nor feare thou to obey Thy mothers will nor her Commands resist Here where faln heaps stones torne from stones thou leest Lie mix'd with ashes thus and waving smoke Neptune the walls with his great trident shooke And the whole City turns up from her seats Here cruell Juno guards the Scaean gates And raging from the Fleet her favourites calls Guirt with a sword On high towres plac'd thou mayst Trytonia spie In a bright cloud the cruell Gorgon by With strength and courage Jove the Greeks supplyes And ' gainst Troys arms excites the Deities Fly son thy Labours finish I 'le be neer And safe thee to thy fathers thresholds beare Then she her self in nights dark shades conceal'd And cruell shapes great Deities reveal'd Themselves a verse to Troy And now all Ilium seems in flames to burn Neptunian Troys foundations over-turn As an old ash hath lostie mountains crown'd With frequent axes hew'd with steele cut round By striving swaines she threatning nods and now She shakes her tresses with a trembling brow Till vanquished with wounds she gives a grone And from the mountaine torne lyes overthrowne Thence led by her I passe through foes and fire Weapons give place and horrid flames retire But when to our paternall seats I came Our antient house my father my first aime First sought to carry to the mountaines he Refus'd to live and would no exile be Ilium destroy'd you in whose youthfull veines He said fresh blood flows solid strength remaines Take you your flight If heaven would spare my life these seats for me Had been preserv'd it is too much I see One fall once to out-live this City took Thus let O thus the bedrid be forsook I shall find death pitied by foes who shall My spoiles seeke Losse of Sepulcher is small Hated by heaven uselesse I live since when The Father of the Gods and King of men With thunder struck with lightning blasted me Thus he discours'd and fixt remaind whilst we Are drown'd in tears my wife Ascanius With all the house lest his delayes might us With him destroy tempting to urgent fate Yet he denies fix'd in one posture sate I arm again and wretched wish to die What avails counsell what can chance supply Think you dear Sir I 'le stir you left behind Can such strange words fall from a fathers mind If nothing heaven of such a town will leave And you and yours you 'l to Troyes ruines give That death is neer from Priams slaughter now Pyrrhus will come who at the altar slew The father and the Sonne before the Sire For this blest mother me through sword and fire Didst bring To see my foe within my house My father wife and young Ascanius Behold in one anothers blood ly dead Arm arm the last houre calls the vanquished Let me return and seek the enemie Nor shall we now all unrevenged die Here I gird on my sword my target brace To my left arm ready to leave the place Loe then my wife clings fast unto my knee Just in the Porch and shews my sonne to me Go'st thou to die take us through all alarms But if expert thou 'st confidence in arms First guard this house Ascanius now contains Where father wife once called thine remains At this the house rung with a wofull cry When straight appears a wondrous prodigy Betwixt our hands in the sad parents sight Lo from Julus crown a flaming light Was seen to rise and harmlesse fire did spread With a soft touch and round his temples fed We frighted haste to shake the flagrant hair Water to quench the sacred flame prepare But to the stars Anchises lift his eyes His voice and hands advancing to the skies Almighty Jove if any prayer move thee Look down if we deserve for piety Confirm this signe O father and grant aid
freese Again I pluck'd another tender bow That better I might hidden causes know And this rinde also a black blood did sweat Amaz'd I humbly rurall nymphs intreat And powerfull Murs who rules the Getick field To blesse the signe the Omen prosperous yeild On a third after my whole strength I true And with my knees on th' earth did strugling lie Shall I be dumb or speak a grone I heare Sound from beneath and these words piere'd my eare Why tear'st thou me Aeneas spare the dead Prophane not pious hands Troy hath not bred Me strange to thee from no root flows this gore Fly cruell coasts ah fly this treacherous shore I 'm Polydore this iron crop of spears Hides me here slaine and cruell javelins bears Then was my mind perplex'd with doubtfull scar Amaz'd struck dumb crected was my haire This Polydorus with vast summes of gold Unhappy Priam secretly of old Sent to the King of Thrace but when he found Trojan arms fail and Troy beleaguer'd round The Dardan fortune and her power declin'd With conquering arms and Agamemnon joyn'd Breaks laws kills him and wealth with blood did gain Dire thirst of gold what dost not thou constrain In mortall breasts When lessened was my fear I to my father and prime men declare The prodigy and their advises crave All vote as one those impious shores to leave And with full sails from tainted friendship fly We Polydore interre his monument high With earth erect to Ghosts sad altars plac'd With mourning garlands and black Cypresse grac'd Round Ilium dames with flowing tresses stood Cups flowing with warm milk and sacred blood We as the custome offer and we lay The soule intomb then lowd last rites we pay Whence when we first might trust the sea again Soft Southern breezes calling to the main The waves appeas'd we launch and fill the strands The Port forsake Cities retrcit and lands A sacred Isle is plac'd amidst the seas Pleasing the mother of Neriades And the Aegaean Neptune most this land The heavenly Archer wandring to each strand With lofty Mycon then and Gyaros binds Made firme to dwell in and contemne the winds Here landing a safe Port and pleasant shore W'injoy'd Apollo's Citie we adore King Anias Phoebus priest and King of men Crown'd with blest wreathes and Laurell met us then And streight his antient friend Anchises knew We joyne right hands and to the Pallace drew In his old temple Phoebus I implore He would safe dwellings to the tirde restore A stock a lasting City grant unto The poore remains of Troy all that the foe And fierce Achilles rage hath sparde what way Now must we seek whom follow or where lay The next foundations Father now impart One blessed Omen and revive our heart Scarce said when suddenly the temple shakes Apollo's Laurell the whole mountain quakes Within the Tripos rung prostrate to ground We fall when to our ears approch'd this sound That land bold Dardans did your sires maintaine The same with joy shall cherish you again Seek your old mother there the Trojans shall For endlesse generations governe all Thus Phoebus then with joy they all demand And noise confus'd where was that happy land Apol'o to the wanderers had design'd My father then calling old things to mind O Peeres he said your hopes now understand Creete plac'd amid'st the Sea is great Jove's land Mount Ida there from thence we sprung this Isle A hundred Cities hath a most rich soyle Hence our great sire hath not my memory faild First Teucrus to the Rhetian Kingdoms saild And sought a Realme Ilium as yet unbuilt And Pergam towers they in low valleys dwelt Hence Cybele the Choribants the hill Ida with silence at the altars still The Goddesse Chariot with joyn'd Lyons drawne Therefore where heaven Commands let us goe on Appease the winds for Gnossian Kingdomes steere Nor long 's the course if so please Jupiter Oâ—r ships in three dayes may reach Creete This said He deserv'd honours on the altars payd A bull to Neptune such was Phoebus right To storms a black sheep to faire winds a white Fame flyes that driven from his fathers seat Idomeneus left deserted Creet Lands and Courts vacant of an enemy We leave Ortygian Ports through Seas we fly And green Denysa Naxus viny head Olearus and white Parus Cyclads spread Through seas and floods thick set with Iles we steer'd The Saylers raise their cry and their Mates cheer'd Now let 's to Creet our Gransires countrey sayle When at our sterne attends a rising gâ—le And then to th' ancient Curets shores we run The wish'd for Cities walls I there begun Stil'de Pergamus our men pleas'd with the name I call to serve the gods and high towres frame And now our Fleet was drawn high on the sands While in the choosing of new wives and lands Our young men were employd to whom I soon Gave lawes and severall habitation When on the sudden a most sad disease By heavens corrupted influence did seize The trees and corne 't was a destructive yeare They die or at the best faint bodies beare Hot Syrius scorcheth then the barren fields The grasse is burnt nor food the parch'd earth yeilds To th' Oracle my father then would have Us goe and put to Sea there pardon crave What end our toyles should have where his command Bids them they should addresse for what course stand 'T was night when sleep profound did mortalls seize Gods sacred formes and Phrygian deities Which I from Troy and through the burning towne Had brought appear'd before me then laid down To take my rest cleer by much light displai'd Which through the windows the full Moon convaid Then thus they spake with these did ease my care What Phoebus at Ortygia would declare Lo here he sings and us to thee did send We through Troys flame did thee thy arms attend We in ships measur'd the rough seas with thee And to the stars shall raise thy Progenie And give thy city rule great walls prepare For greater things long flight nor labour spare Change seats Apalla not advis'd these lands Nor thee to plant in Creet tho God commands There is a place the Greeks Hesperia stile Aenotrians till a rich and potent soile An antient land posterity they same Since cal'd it Italie from their Captains name These are our proper seats hence Dardan first Old Jasius sprung this place our grandsires must Rise let thy aged father understand These truths Corytus seek Ausonia's strand For Jove Dictean fields denyes to thee Such visions speaking Gods astenish me Nor was it sleep their visages I knew Their vailed haires and present faces view Cold sweat then flows through all my limbs I rise My hands and voyce extending to the skies And did due offerings pay which done to old Anchises every circumstance I told He knows the double stock the doubtfull race Sees his new error of the antient place Then said Dear son busies in Troys affaire Cassandra only did such
acts inflame Neither will strive to raise his own great fame Will he his son the Roman towers envie What strange hope stays him with the enemy Forgets he Latium and those promis'd Lands Let him set saile in brief bear these commands This said he his great fathers will obeys And first on 's feet his golden shoos he tyes Which winged bore him over Sea and Land Swift as the fleeting clouds then takes his wand With which from hell he calls up dismals Ghosts And others sends to sad infernal coasts Gives and takes sleep and seals up dying eyes With this drives winds and through loud tempests flies At last rough Atlas clifts and rockie side Who on his shoulders heaven supports he spide Atlas pine-bearing head black clouds still binde Snow hides his shoulders beat with showrs and wind His horrid beard with crusted ice is froze And from the old mans chin a river flows Here first with wings dispsaid Cyllenius stood From thence then swiftly glides unto the flood Like to a bird which haunts the deeps and nigh The fishie Rocks does with low pinions flie So the Cyllenian race twixt earth and skies Cutting the aire to sandy Lybia flies And from his mothers father took his flight As his wing'd feet did on a Cotage light He saw Aeneas towrs and roofs prepar'd A sword he wore with shining Jasperstard Loose on his shoulders a rich mantle plaid Of scarlet die which wealthy Dido made The thread with fine gold mix'd Who thus did say Thou now uxorious dost foundations lay Of lofty Carthage dost fair seats prepare Of Realms unmindfull and thy own affair The King of Gods who rules both earth and skie To thee from high Heaven sends this embassie And gave command with speed I should convey VVhat Plot what hope makes thee in Lybia stay If thee no glory of such great acts move And thy own fame thou striv'st not to improve Hopefull Ascanius fair Julus view T'whom Italy and Roman lands are due From sight this said abruptly Hermes fled And to thin ayre a farr off vanished At this Aeneas is struck dumb with fear Amaz'd he stood erected was his haire Earnest to fly and leave those pleasant lands Admonish't strictly by the Gods commands Alas what shall he do or which way move Or how begin to Dido mad with love His swift thoughts he divides this course he tries Then that and rapt through all invention flies At last as best on this opinion fals Sergestus he Mnestheus Cloanthus cals Bids private rig the fleet tackling prepare Gather their men and a feign'd cause declare Himself mean while would beauteous Dido move Since she suspected not in mighty love So great a breach and times of best access VVould choose to speak and make his best address VVith joy they execute what he propounds But she who can deceive a Lover sounds The guile at first perceives their future ayme All things suspecting the same impious Fame The furious told to sayle they had design'd Through the whole town she rages vext in minde Like Thyas when the sacred things are stir'd And dire trienials rais'd Bacchus being neard VVhen with loud shouts nightly Cytheron cals Then in such words she on Aeneas fals Couldst thou perfidious use such subtile art Such wickedness and secretly depart Could not our love nor our conjoyn'd right hands Nor perishing Dido stay thee in our lands But thou wilt sayle under the winter star Prepare to sea when North winds frequent are Faithless if no strange country thou should'st gain Unknown seats finde did ancient Troy remaine Through swelling seas wouldst thou to Troy now stand Or fly'st thou me by these tears this right hand Since nothing else remains to wofull me Our marriage our prepar'd solemnity If I have well deserv'd or ought was mine Pity a falling house change this designe If prayers have power for thee I gaine the hate Of all my Tyrians and the Lybick state For thee alone extinguish'd is my shame And what I climb'd the stars by former fame For whose sake leav'st thou dying me O guest That name doth after husband only rest Why live I till my brother raze my wall Or captive I to wrong'd Iarbas fall If I had prov'd before thy flight by thee Had off-spring could a young Aeneas see Sport in thy Palace with thy face and look I should not seeme so captive or forsook She said but he fix'd by commands of Jove His eyes and in his heart conceals his love Then briefly said those many favours I From you receiv'd great Queen I 'le not deny Nor shall I Dido's memory disdaine Whil'st I draw breath or life these limbs sustaine But for my cause I 'le plead that I did plot From hence to steal in secret feign it not I thee to be my wife did never take Nor did I ever any promise make If Fates gave leave to order my affairs At my own will and to compose my cares The Trojan towers I would again erect And the poor remnant of my friends protect Then Priams courts should stand another Troy By this hand rear'd the vanquish'd should injoy But Phoebus now bids us for Latium stand And Lycean lots for Italy command This is my love and this my Country is If Carthage towrs thee a Phaenissian please And the fair prospect of thy City like Why should it trouble you that Trojans seek New seats in Latium and Ausouia gain And why not we in forreign Kingdoms raign Oft as the nights moist shadow canopies The earth as oft as radiant stars arise My fathers Ghost me warning frights in dreams Ascanius loss of the Hesperian Realms And destin'd fields my dear sons injury Jove sent the Gods Embassadour to me Both our heads witness through the aetherial sky He brought commands I saw the Deity Enter these wals distinct his voice did hear With plaints to grieve thee and my self forbear Against my will I Latium seek She turning views him having these things said Rouling her eye each where and round survaid With silent look incens'd then thus begun Thou art not Dardans race or Venus sonne But thee perfideous Caucasus hath bred On cruell rocks and Hyrcan tygers fed Why feign I or why stay for greater woes Turns he his eyes sighs at our grief or shews Vanquish'd a tear a lover pitying VVhat shall I say great Juno nor heaven's King View these with equall eyes true faith is lost In want him receiv'd drove on our coast And fond with him part of my Kingdome shar'd His friends preserv'd from death his fleet repair'd Ah how am I transported with fond love Now Phoebus Lycian lots and now from Jove A strict command the Gods interpreter bears Yes heavenly powrs regards these things such cares Disturb their quiet well â— make no sute To stay thee here nor shall with words refute Goe sayle for Latium Realms seek through the Seas I hope if there be any Deities That thou mongst rocks cruell like thee shalt fall Where oft thou
Dido by her name shalt call And absent I will follow thee with fire And when my soul shall in cold death expire I 'le haunt thee and thy tortures I shall know By fame conveâ—'d me to the shades below Then midst her speech breaks off and sick the light Avoids away she flings with draws from sight Forsaking him perplex'd in mighty fear As many things to peak he did prepare Her maids support her sounding then and led T' her marble chamber laid upon her bed But good Aeneas though he strove to swage VVith comfort grief with words t' avert her rage Oft sighing shook with mighty love yet he Reviews his fleet obeys the Deity Then Trojans labour from all shores they come Tall ships are launch'd and well calk'd bottoms swoom And from the woods branc'hd oke and oars unhew'd Studious of flight they bring Each where thou might'st have rushing Trojans view'd As when large heaps of corne pillag'd by ants They lay in hoards remembring winters wants The black band march the prey through grass is borne In narrow tracts others the fuller corne VVith shoulders joyn'd sustaine others the slow Compell chastize all parts with labour glow VVhat couldst thou think O Dido at this sight Or what sighs send when from a turrets height Thou saw'st the shores wax hot the sea to move Commix'd with mighty murmurs Impious love What canst not thou compell in mortall brests Again to tears again to try requests She is inforc'd and suppliant love obey'd Lest dying she should leave ought unassaid Anne seest not how they hasten to the Port On all sides how their sayls the winds do court And the glad Sea-men crown their sterns If I Had such woes fear'd sister the misery I might have borne thou must for wofull me This one thing do the false man still lov'd thee To thee he made his greatest counsels known And thou the times of best accession To move his pity knowst Dear sister goe And suppliant thus petition the proud foe I did not swear at Aulis to destroy The Dardan race or sent one ship to Troy Nor yet defac'd his fathers sepulcher VVhy gainst my sute stops he his cruell ear To a sad lover let him be thus kinde Then he may sayle before a prosperous winde Nor I th' old contract he hath broken crave Nor that he kingdoms in fair Latium wave Some rest I ask for love a short reprieve Whil'st my own fortune teach me how to grieve This last request to thy dear sister grant And at my death thou shalt no riches want This said to and agen sad Anna bears Her deep complaints but he 's not mov'd with tears Nor can be wrought upon by all her woes A God hath stop'd his ear and Fates oppose As Northern winds striving to overthrow Some ancient Oke now here now there they blow Huge gusts resound her bowes and curled locks Strew thick the earth whil'st she stands fix'd mongst Rocks How much to heaven her head advancing shoots So much to hell descend her fixed roots So daily she the Trojan Prince invades Now with these reasons now with those perswades And storms his valiant brest with mighty cares Yet his resolves are six'd in vain her tears Unhappy Dido terrifide by Fates Then wish'd to die to look on heaven she hates But this provok'd her more to leave the day As gifts on incense-burning Altars lay The sacred milk grew black to mention strange And wine infus'd to putrid gore did change This she to none not to her sister told Besides there was a temple to her old Husband of stone which much she did respect And had with boughs and snowie fleeces deckt Here she suppos'd she heard Sychaeus call When gloomie night upon the earth did fall And oft from thence the Owle extends her throate With death-presaging and a direfull note Many predictions her before did fright Cruell Aeneas troubles her each night And raving alwayes seems to walk alone Still wandring far without companion And seeking Tyrians in a wilderness So Pentheus saw troops of Eumenides Two sons beheld as many Thebes espies Or like Orestes acted when he flies His mother who black snakes and torches bore Whil'st the revenging furies guard the dore Struck with the rage vanquish'd with sorrow now Resolv'd to die the time and manner how Contriv'd to her sad sister thus she went She clears her brow and coversher intent Sister I have the means rejoyce with me Which may gain him or me from passion free There is a place in utmost Ethyop nere The setting sun the Oceans confines where Great Atlas shoulders bears heavens starry frame From hence a Priestesse a Massilian came Who kept th' Hesperian temple did allow The Dragon food and sav'd the sacred bough By sprinkling honey drousie Poppy she Can keep all mindes she please from sorrow free Or send to paines swift streams stop in their wayes Call back the stars and nightly spirits raise Under her feet earth seems with grones to rend And from the mountain stubborn Okes descend Witness the Gods sister and thy dear head Unwilling I to magick arts am lead In the back court a pile in secret rear The arms and garments from my chamber bear The impious left above those place the bed Where I was lost All be abolished Of the false man the Priestess bids This said She silent was paleness her lips invade Nor Anne did think her funerals design'd By this or that such rage possest her minde Or fear'd worse things then when Sychaeus dy'd Therefore did her commands But Dido in the inward court did raise A mighty pile where she in order layes Whole loads of cloven Ash set torches round Which she with wreaths and funerall branches crown'd His picture cloaths and sword which he forgot Laid on the bed too mindfull of her plot Altars stand round the Priestess with long hair Unto three hundred Gods thunders her prayer Hell Chaos and the triple Hecate Virgin Diana who hath aspects three Then sprinkling dews fain'd from Avernus brought Drugs cut with brazen fythes by moon-light sought And did with juice of deadly poyson brew Th' Hippomanes on a colts foreheae grew The love snatch'd from the Damme She with a cake erecting pious hands Before the Altars on foot naked stands With garments tuck'd she dying invocates The Gods and Planets conscious of her Fates If any power regardeth lovers cares Those just and mindfull she implores with prayers 'T was night when weary limbs sweet sleep possest Through all the world woods raging seas at rest The stars had mid-night told and silence deep Commands the sields beasts gaudie birds asleep VVhich haunt the crystall fountains or delight In wood land Countries under quiet night Forget their labour and their cares appease But slamber could not hapless Dido seise Her eyes ne're clos'd or night her woes asswag'd Cares double and again love rising rag'd With a great flood of wrath when she revolves Thus with her self Lo what are my resolves
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
this shall honour as himself dear son He shall to Rome give earths dominion Her fame to heav'n advance inclosing then Seven hils with wals happy with valiant men As Berecinthia crown'd with turrets rides Through Phrygian cities joyfull by her sides Her race of Gods a hundred she imbrac'd All heav'ns inhabitants supreamly plac'd But here bend both thine eyes this off-spring see Thy Roman Caesar Julius Progenie Must heav'ns great axe next scale this this the Prince That was so often promis'd thee long since Augustus Caesar sprung of Gods once more To Latium shall the golden age restore Where Saturn reign'd and stretch his proud command Past Garamant and Inde there lies a land Beyond the year and Sun where Atlas bears Heav'ns axeltree adorn'd with shining stars The Caspian and Meotick lands when he Draws nigh heav'ns oracles shall terrifie And Nile shall tremble in his seven fold streams Nor did Alcides know so many realms Though the swift stag and boar he did subdue And with his shafts in Lerna Hydra slew Nor conqu'ring Bacchus who joyn'd tygers bent With viney reins from Nisa's steep descent Doubt we to raise our glory then shall we Dispair to plant our selves in Italie What 's he far off grac'd with the olive bough Presenting offerings his white chin I know A Roman King whose laws first setled Rome And from small Curets a poor soyl shall come To great command next Tullus who shall break His countreys peace and sloathful People make Who knew no triumphs active in the Wan Next him comes Ancus one more haughty far And swoln with popular breath wouldst thou behold The Tar quine Princes and the mighty should Revengeful Brutus who the fasces had Sharp axes and was first a Consul made Who th'haplesse sire shall cause his son to die Raising new war for specious liberty How ere posterity the fact shall doome Him love of fame and 's countrey did o'recome The Decii Drusii stern Torquates see Camillus full of gold and victory But these behold whose like arms shine so bright Concording souls now hid in shady night Ah when they live what wars shall they maintain Opposing each what fights what numbers slain From the steep Alpes and the Meotick towers The sire descends the son brings Eastern powers Do not brave youth in such a war contend Nor with such force your countreys bowels rend But thou my blood who draw'st from heaven thy race First pitty and thy arms lay down Fam'd with Greek slaughters he a Conquerour shall From Corinth proudly to the Capitoll His chariot drive Argos Micene deface And shall revenge on great Achilles race Old Troy and temples which prophaned be Who could forget great Cato Gracchi thee Cossus or the thunderboults in Warre Those Scipio's who the Lybian conquerours were Temperate Fabricius or Serranus thee Holding the Plow where will the Fâ—bii me Ttansport thou Maximus the only man Who by delayes Romes fortune must regaine Others I grant shall mould respiring brasse And cut in marble a most lively face Some better plead and some Astronomers Describe heavens motion and the rising stars Be thou ambitious how to govern best In these arts Roman thou must be profest That we a peace well grounded may injoy Subjects to spare and Rebels to destroy Anchises said they wondring all the while Marcellus view glorious in wealthy spoyle This conquerour doth in vertue all orecome And shall in mightiest tumults calme great Rome The Punie wast and Gaules most rebel swarms And thrice to Romulus dedicate their arms Aeneas here for he a youth beheld March in bright arms whose personage exceld But with sad lookes and a dejected face Said who is this with him keeps equall pace Is he his son or one of of his great stock How like himselfe what noyse what suters flock But black night with sad clouds involves his head Then with abortive tears Anchises said Know not deare son great sorrowes of thy own This to the world by fates shall be but shown Then snatch'd away Romes stock too great had seem'd Should the Gods grant a gift so much esteem'd What grones from Mars his campe afflict great Rome Tyber when gliding by his new made tombe What funeralls wilt thou see nor any shall Like him who sprung from Troys originall Raise Latium's hope and never Roman earth Shall boast her selfe to foster such a birth Ah piety ancient faith th'unconquer'd hand None shall him arm'd with any power withstand Whether on foot he comes to charge his foe Or from his foamie steed makes blood to flow O youth to be lamented thou shalt be Marcellus if thou break'st thy destiny Handfuls of Lillys bring and purple flowers That I may strew this noble soul of ours And heap with gifts Thns through all parts they went And saw the vast aeriall continent Then with his son alone Anchises came And fires his mind with love of future fame After to him he did the War relate Laurentian people and Latinus state And how all toyles should be eschew'd or borne There are two gates of sleep the one is horne From whence with passage free true visions fly The other faire shines with bright Ivory This to the skies in sleep false Manes beares These whil'st to 's son and Sybill he declares Anchises lets him forth at Ivory gates He streight to 's Fleet went and reviews his mates And to Caieta came where then abode His navie and at anchor fafely roade THE SEVENTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE ARGUMENT MAny strange signes and prodigies declare A forraign Prince must wed th' Ausonian heire Aenas enters Latium threatned wants Turn'd to a jest the promis'd Land he plants And Embasies to King Latinus sends A peace is made Vext Juno stirs the Fiends And calls Alectos aid since heaven denies A tame deere kill d has bloody obsequies The Queen and Turnus spur'd by hellish charms From long peace Latium rous'd to impious arms ' Gainst th old Kings advice all streight ingage Janus gates open'd the fierce vulgar rage The Martiall list Camilla in the reare AVirgin march'd arm'd with a Myrtle speare ANd thou Aeneas nurse Caietae hast Given to our shoares a name by death shall last The place thy honour keeps seal'd with thy name Great Latium hath thy bones if that be fame But good Aeneas Funerall rites being paid Her Tombe high rear'd and swelling Seas alaid Hoysts sayle and leaves the port fresh gales arise With night nor the bright Moon his course denies But with a trembling splendor guilds the flood By the next lands Circaean coasts they stood In unpast groves there Sols rich daughter calls With usuall songs burning in sumptuous halls Sweet smelling cedar with nocturnall flame Running neat shutles through a curious frame Hence before night is heard the raging sound Of Lyons chaff'd refusing to be bound And bristled Boars hence Bears in collars storm And shapes of huge Wolves houle whose humane form The cruell Godesse Circe there invests With fierce aspects and chang'd to
help'd it us to ' scape from cruel war To flie through Graecian fire and to exhaust All dangers of the sea and countreys vast Whilst Trojans for new Troy and Latium stand We'had better built on ashes of our land Dwelt where Troy stood Xanthus and Simois grant And that again we Ilâ—um may replant Highly incens'd then Royal Juno spake Why mak'st thou me deep silence thus to break And in this place our hidden grief declare What God or man Aeneas forc'd to war Or to the king Latinus made a foe Fate him to Italy sent then be it so Drove by Cassandra's rage have we enjoyn'd Him to set sail and venture iife to wind Or trust a boy with conduct in the war Or Tyrrhen faith or realms in peace to stir What power of mine betraid him or what god Where 's Juno here or Iris from a cloud It is unjust Italians should surround Troy with a leaguer and on native ground Turnus should stand the great Pilumnus heire Whom bright Venilia the blest goddesse bare Shall Trojans thus with fire and sword persue Take spoiles and lawlesse others land subdue Match where they please rob husbands of their bride Make shew of peace and yet for war provide Thou couldst from Grecian troops thy son regain Place empty clouds and shadows for the man Thou couldst to Nymphs the Trojan Navy change But if we help the Rutils this seems strange Aeneas absent wants intelligence And absent let him thou for thy defence Idalium high Cytherum hast why then Tempst thou seats big with war and valiant men Did we declining Phrygia's realm destroy Or they who mov'd the Greeks to war with Troy What did to arms Europe and Asia stir And to break peace by rape Th' Adulterer Did he take Sparta by our conduct led Did I give arms or war with foul lust fed Thou shouldst have then been carefull now complaints Are but in vain falsly thou me attainst Thus Juno pleads and all the gods a noise With votes divided made as when winds rise And stopt by woods a sudden mutmur send Which doth a storm to marmers portend Then mighty Jove began who governs all Silence imposd through the Olympick Hall Earth to the Center shook Heaven at a stand The winds were laid seas smooth as champaign land Careful attend my words and bear in mind Since these two nations cannot be conjoyn'd And your divisions never will have end What hope or fortune doth on each attend Twixt Trojans Rutils I le no difference make This Siege by fate if Latins undertake Or else by Troys ill conduct or advice Let each the chance of his own enterprise And danger bear Iove's the same King to all The fates will make their way whatever fall This by his brothers streams he ratifide Which round about th' infernall kingdome glide Banks full of sulphure and the horrid lakes And with his nod he all Olymus shakes Then from his golden throne great Iove did rise Attended to his Court by deities Mean while the Rutils with great clamour came Close to the gates and hem'd the wals with flame But in their trenches kept the Trojan band No hope to ' scape sad on high towrs they stand To man their works but slender guards they place Iasius Thymetes bold Hicetons race With Castor th' Assaraci and Tybris stood With them two brothers of Sarpedons blood Who them accompaned from the Lycian shore Acmon with all his strength a huge stone bore A mountains greatest part who in the wars No lesse then 's father or his brother dares Some Javelins cast and others stones did throw And these did wild-fire hurl or use their bow Behold Ascanius Venus chiefest care Amidst the thickest with his Temples bare So shines a jewell set in purest gold Made to adorn the head or neck infold Such lustre ivory doth to box impart Or to Orician brazill wrought by art His snowie neck his flowing hair receives And purest gold his tresses interweaves Aiming thy shafts and poisoning darts the bold Nations did thee brave Ismarus behold In Lybia born where men plow fertile lands And rich Pactolus rowls his golden sands And Mnestheus present was whose late successe When from the wals he Turnus did represse Him honour gave and Capys of great fame From whom Campania doth derive her name Whilst thus they were ingag'd in cruell fight Aeneas sails through the dark seas by night As soon as he to th' Etrurian army came He'acquaints the General with his stock and name What aids he needs and what he hath declares And what great force Mizentius prepares And shews how fury Turnus doth incense In humane greatnesse what small confidence Is to be plac'd and humbly help did beg Straight Tarchon forces joyns and makes a League Then freed by fate the Lydyans haste aboard Under the conduct of a forrain Lord. Aeneas ship the Admiral sail before And in her prow two Phrygian Lyons bore Ida above which Trojans much old take In this Aeneas did his voyage make And various chance of war did ruminate But on his left hand youthfull Pallus sate And learns the stars by which through night they stand Their course his suffering then by sea and land You Muses now open your sacred spring And raise my notes that I inspir'd may sing What bands Aeneas brought from Tuscan shore Who man'd his ships which him to th' ocean bore I' th' brazen Tyger Massicus first stands From Clusus he a thousand youth commands Who Cosas left these darts and javelins throw And bear light quivers with a deadly bow Fierce Abas next with compleat armed bands On 's stern in gold shining Apollo stands His mother Populonia did present Six hundred expert and three Ilva sent The I le for inexhausted mines prefer'd Asylas gods interpreter was third Whom smoaking entrails and the stars obey'd He tongues of birds presaging thunder sway'd A thousand he did with sharp spears convey Whom Latian Pisa that they should obey Gave strict command and joyn'd in covenant Who in the Ceres dwell and those who plant By Minio's streams them from old Pyrgians were And from Gravisca of intemperate aire Cycnus that bold Lygurian neither you Cupavo I 'le orepasse who led but few A swans bright plume did from his crest advance Of his transformed sire the cognisance Love was your only crime for as 't is said Whilst Cycnus mourning in his sisters shade For his dear Phaeton in the poplar grove And with his sweet Muse comforts his sad love His hoary hair into soft feathers grew Then mounting to the stars he singing flew His son accompanied with equal bands Rowes the great Centaure she through billows stands Threatning the waves tall like a mighty hill And the deep ocean plowes with her long keel Ornus a band rais'd from his fathers shore Prophetick Manto him to Tyber bore Who gave to Mantua walls and 's mothers name Mantua high-stock'd but not from one race came A triple kind four tribes in each of
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
neither known The Gods in loves High court pity their rage That thus poor mortals should themselves ingage Here Venus sits there cruell Iuno stands And pale Tisiphone raves amidst the bands But here Mizentius a huge javeline shakes And to the field highly incensed makes So tall Oryon through the swelling tides Marcheth on foot the waves scarce reach his sides Or when he stalks more proudly on dry land Bringing from hils an old ash in his hand Whilst his proud head amongst the clouds he hides So in his mighty arms Mizentius prides Aeneas having spi'de him through the bands Marches against him He undaunted stands Waiting th'approach of his magnanimous foe And having took the measure of his throw This hand which is my God and this my spear Which now I poise grant your assistance here That cruell Pirates spoils and arms I now For thee a trophie dearest Lausus vow This said at him he cast his sounding lance But the swift spear did from his target glance And far from thence through noble Anthor run This was great Hercules companion Who sent from Argos with Evander staid And his abode now in Ausonia made Thus hurt he fals and haplesse views the skies Remembring his dear Argos as he dies His javelin then valiant Aeneas threw Which through his brazen quilted target flew Where three bull-hides tan'd did their force conjoyn And fast it stuck in bold Mizentius groyn Whose strength now fails soon as Aeneas saw The Tyrrhens blood straight he his sword did draw And whilst he was astonish d rusheth on This Lausus viewing fetch'd a heavy grone For his dear father and salt tears he sheds Here thy sad death and most renowned deeds If antient stories have related truth I shall not silence O most noble youth Mizentius hurt began some ground to yield Drawing the hostil weapon from his shield Lausus steps in and brought his father aid And took the blow which fierce Aeneas made On his own shield receives him with delays At which a shout his glad companions raise Whilst the hurt father from the fight withdrew Defended by his son Iavelins they threw And ' gainst the foe their lances thick discharge Aeneas rag'd protected with his targe As when a showre descends of hail and rain Straight all the husbandmen forsake the Plain Under dry roofs himself the traveler saves Or shelters under bancks or rockie caves Until the storm is o're that when the Sun Returns he may perfect the work begun So was Aeneas overwhelm'd with darts Bearing the tempest thundring from all parts And Lausus he rebukes now menaceth The bold youth thus why hastenst thou thy death And dost so much above thy strength assay Thy Piety fond youth doth thee betray But he no lesse rashly himself ingag'd At which the Dardan Prince extreamly rag'd And now â—is thread of life the fates had span In him to th'hilts his sword Aeneas ran And through the threatners shield and arms it pass'd And coat his mother with pure gold had grac'd I lood drown'd his breast his soul her Progresse makes Down to pale shades and the cold corps forsakes But when his face great Anehisiades And cheeks now wonderfully pale espies He stretch'd his hand then sigh'd with grief opprest And now his fathers love affects his breast Saying poor youth what fame for thee is due What worthy gift shall I bestow on you Take thy lov'd arms if those thou dost regard And with thy Royall Parents be interr'd This comfort have in thy sad funeral That thou by great Aeneas hand didst fall Then checks his lingring friends himself before Raising him up his hair defil'd with gore Mean while his father at the crystal streams Of Tyber cleans'd his wound and eas'd his limbs Against a tree on which his helm he hung And on the grasse his pondrous armour flung A choice guard round panting his neck did rest Which bowing with his beard cover'd his breast Then asks for Lausus and oft sends to find And call him off since 't was his fathers mind But the dead youth his friends in sorrow drown'd Bore on a shield slain by a mighty wound Far off the crie his soul presaging knew Then on his silver hair rowl dust he threw And both his hands at once to heaven he heaves Then thus complaining to the body cleaves Dear son was life to me so sweet that thou Whom begot for me shouldst suffer now Must I thy father draw this vital breath Sav'd by thy wounds and live by thy sad death O let me now to woful exile go Since I behold this wound this fatall blow Oh son my acts have blasted thy renown Expuls'd by malice from my throne and crown 'T was I should suffer in this hatefull strife And many deaths pay for this wicked life Yet still I live view heaven converse with man But I le forsake them all Then he began Thus saying to raise his feeble thigh from ground And though it fail'd him with so great a wound Undaunted he commands his horse provide This was his comfort this his only pride On this through all his fights did Conqueror go To whom he spake declaring thus his woe Of long life Phoebus we have had the proof If any time to mortals were enough Either we must Aeneas head this day And bloody spoils in triumph bear away Revenging Lausus or if fates deny Assistance we will both together die For sure most valiant Steed thou'lt not admit A Trojan rider nor a strangers bit Thus having spoke up sad Mizentius gets And soon himself in comely manner seats Then both his hands did with sharp javelins load On his bright helm whole mains of horses fload And straight he marches up whilst mighty shame Grief and distraction did his soul inflame Love provokes rage and losse of honour all Then thrice aloud did for Aeneas call The Trojan knew the voice and thus he pray'd So may great Jove and Phoebus now perswade That thou begin the fight And praying with a dreadful spear march'd on But he why hast thou rob'd me of my son Most cruell man and terrifiest me thus Since no way else thou hadst to ruine us Nor fear we death nor any God regard Leave of thy prayers to die I come prepar'd But first these legacies I le on thee bestow This said he cast a javelin at the foe Another after then another flings And swiftly wheels about in mighty rings Aeneas shield receives them thrice he goes About him standing and sharp lances throwes Three times the Trojan turning where he stood Bore on his brazen shield a mighty wood Vext with delay and plucking from his targe So many spears and with the dangerous charge Plotting all means at last he did advance And through his horses head he sent his lance Who rising then beats with his feet the skies And tumbling backward on his rider lies Oppressing much his arm extended out Trojans and Latines send to heaven a shout In leaps Aeneas and his bright sword
spear and tide A bow and quiver to the virgins side For golden hair for a long courtly gown A Tygers spoils hung flowing from her crown From her soft hand now childish darts she slings And skilful round her head whirls smooth-thong'd slings Kils a fair Swan or a Strymonian Crane Her many Tyrrhen matrons wish'd in vain For their own sons but to Diana she For ever vow'd unstain'd virginitie And the eternal love of arms did swear Would she had not engag'd in such a war Nor with the Trojans strove who dear to me The number fils of my chast companie But now since she draws nigh a cruel end Glide from high heaven and to Ausonia bend Where a sad fight begins with signs of woe Take thou this vengerul arrow and this bow Who ever with a wound shall violate Her sacred person give with this his fate Let him be Trojan or Italian he In blood shall be accountable to me Her corps unspoil d wrapt in a cloud I le bear And with her royal ancestors interre This said through skies swift Opis thundred loud Borne with a whirlwind in a dusky cloud Mean while to th' wals drew nigh the Trojan force Hetrurian Chiefs and all the troops of horse In order were drawn up through all the plains Proud hories neigh and strive with curbing reins Here there they turn dreadful are th'iron fields With spears the champaign shines with glittering shields Messapus Coras and his brother brings Swift Latines and the maid Camilla's wings Appear against them and far off the bands Shake their proud javelins raising high their hands With threatning points th'advance of men at arms And neithing steeds make dreadful the alarms And now march'd up in distance of their lance They make a stand then with a stout advance Spurring their steeds at once from all sides powre Darts thick as hail heaven darkned with the showre And now Tyrrhenus and Aconteus first Each other charg'd and their huge javelins burst With a loud crack full breast to breast they met As lightning bold Aconteus fell from 's seat Or stone which from some thundring engine flies And leaves his life behind him in the skies The bands are broke and flying Latins cast Their shields behind them and to th' City hast Trojans pursue Asylas follows hot And now draw nigh the gates the Latins shout And turn their ready horse then through the Plains The Trojans flie and slack their curbing reins As when the sea mov'd with alternate tydes Hasts to the shore o're rocks now proudly rides A foming wave a swelling billow beats ' Gainst highest bancks then swift again retreats Loose stones with him in much disorder sweeps And shores forsaking sinks into the deeps Twice Tuscans drive the Rutiles from the fields And twice they save their flying backs with shields But the third time they charg'd with all their might Break through and through and man to man they fight Then dying grones then in a crimson sea Helms Shields and slaughter'd men commixed be And over all were half dead horses rowl'd And a most cruell fight you might behold Orsylocus cast at Remulus horse a spear Who durst not meet and fix'd beneath his ear The horse then rag'd vex't with the grievous wound And rising cast his rider to the ground Great sould Iola Catillus orethrew And huge in arms and size Herminius slew His head and shoulders naked golden hair He wore for arms nor so did danger fear Through his broad shoulders the swift javelin flew And in his body did it self imbrue The fields wax red such funerals they bequeath Seeking by wounds an honourable death But midst these slaughters th' Amazon delights Quiver'd Camilla one breast sear'd for fights Now thick she javelins casts and now she takes In her strong hand a mighty battel axe Her golden bow Dianas armes resound Hanging behind if flying she gave ground At any time as much she gal'd the foe With deadly shafts from her reversed bow Larina Tulla and Tarpeia were Her chosen guard who brazen axes bear Italian maids the bold Camilla these Chose to attend on her in war or peace So arm'd the Thracian Amazons come on Warring about the streams of Thermidon Such guard Hyppolyte or with martial pride About Penthisilea's chariot ride Then female shouts resound through all the fields And virgin troups triumph with crescent shields Whom first or last didst thou orethrow bold maid How many in the earth by thee lay dead Eumenius Clytius off-spring first she slew And his bare bosome with a spear thrust through Casting a stream of blood the purple ground Dying he bites and turns upon his wound Then Lyris Pegasus one his horse being slain As stooping down to recollect his reine Th' other whilst he stretch'd his hand to aid Tumbles with him slain by the valiant maid Amastrus next was by her lance orethrown Tereas Harpalicus Chromis Demophon As many javelins as the Virgin threw So many valiant Phrygians she slew Ornitus in strange arms far of she spide The hunter rode on an Apulian Steed O're his huge shoulders a bull-hide was cast And gaping with huge jaws upon his crest With silver teeth a Wolfs head he did bear His hand was arm'd with a rough knotty spear Amidst the battell he a squadron lead And wheeling taller shews by all the head Him and 't was easie whilst he turn d she laid Dead on the ground and like a foe thus said Thought'st thou in woods wild beasts thou didst pursue The time draws nigh when female arms shall you Better inform and this great honour bear Thy Fathers ghost thov felst b'a Virgins speare Orsilochus and Butes men of might Next fell by her strong Butes she did smite Betwixt his Cask and Maile through the neck bone Whilst his left hand hung with his larget downe Orsilochus did with a large turne delude Then wheeling the persewer she priued Raising her selfe high with her mighty Ax His Cask and Scull whilst he for quarter speaks She cleaves at once his braines on 's face did run Struck at this sight was Aunus valiant son In Aponine bred who whilst the fates gave leave Was not the worst Lygnrian to deceive He when to shun the fight no way was seen Not knowing how t' escape the following Queen Tride what his art could do and thus began What â—ame is' t that a woman charge a man And worst him better mounted darst thou fight With me on foot if so then quickly light And know to whom vain glory grants the fame Straight the bold maid whom anger did inflame Gives to the next her horse and in the field Stands with a naked sword and silver shield But the young man thinking his Plot had took Swift as the winds the place and her forsook And his reins turning his swift courser rides Dying his rowels in his bloody sides Then spoke the Queen puft up with pride in vain Conceiv'st thou thus to ' scape from me again Tricks shall not thee to
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
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