Fair Liberty this pressing for the Sin However future times may judge the Thing His Country's Love will all things over bear And 's vast desire of Praise But see from far The Decii Drusi and Torquatus dread With 's Axe Camillus with his Ensigns spread But those two Souls so Friendly now you see While 'mong the Shades they shining equally With glorious Arms if e'er they come to Life Alas what Wars they 'll raise and bloody Strife Betwixt them One from th' Alpes with 's force will come Th' other an opp'site Army'll bring from Rome O Youths use not your Minds to Wars as these Nor ' gainst your Country's Bowels turn your force You Caesar first forbear you Heav'n-sprung Man Throw by your Arms my Blood That famous Man at Corinth Graecians slain Returning Victor shall his Triumph gain He Argos and Mycenae shall subvert The last of them great Agamemnon's Seat And e'en Aeacides of Achilles Race Revenging Trojan Wrongs and that disgrace Prophane Minerva's Temple shown Can I Great Cato you or Costus you pass by In silence or the Race of Gracchus or The Scipio's both call'd Thunderbolts of War Great Lybia's Ruin Or Fabricius you Great Soul'd tho poor or th' happy Man at Plough Serranus Fabii whither lead me now Being tir'd Maximus you that Man we 'll own Who by delays restor'd our falling Throne Others in Brass and Marble to the Life Sweet Sculptures make you 'd think they were alive Plead Causes better and more nicely know The site of the Earth Heav'ns rising Signs to shew Mind you O Roman to rule over Men These shall be your Arts how in Peace to reign The Meek to favour Haughty to keep down Thus said Anchises Adds to their Surprize See how Marcellus with Spoils laden goes A glorious Conq'rer how he all out-shews This Knight the State all discompos'd at home Shall set to rights the Lybians overcome And rebel Gauls And to Quirinus then Spoils took the third time from them he shall hang. Aeneas here for he saw with him pass A Youth with shining Arms of wondrous Grace But 's Count'nance clouded with dejected Eyes Who Father is' t the Man accompanies His Son or some great Man's from us will spring What Shouts about him how resembling him But round his Head a sad-dark Cloud appears Anchises then all melting into Tears Says Son wish not that depth of Grief to know Yours may attend The Fates will only shew That Youth to th' Earth nor let him longer live O Gods The Roman Race should he survive Would seem to you too great What mighty Groans The martial Field at Rome will fill What Moans O Tyberinus will you see when you Pass by his Tomb with Tears all fresh and new Nor will ought Youth of Trojan Stock e'er raise His Roman Grandsires hopes so much as this Nor shall Rome's Empire ever boast that she Had such a Son as this O Piety And honest upright Mind Unconquer'd Hand None e'er with Safety might your Arms withstand On Foot or Horseback Ah! much pity'd Child Could you your hard Fate shun you should be call'd Marcellus Lillies by whole handfuls strew Before him I will Purple Flowers throw On 's Ghost at least heapt Presents let 's bestow Thus thro' Elysium they walkt here and there Observing all Things as their Pleasures were When old Anchises this had shewn his Son And fill'd his Mind with Glories were to come He tells him what Wars he must undertake Of the Laurentines and Latinus Seat And how he Dangers must avoid or fly And sometimes suffer in Adversity Two Gates there are of Dreams they say that one Is made of Horn where true Dreams pass alone Of Iv'ry th 'others made whence to the Sky False Dreams and Fantasms Ghosts use to convey When these things to his Son and Sibyll both Anchises had declar'd he sent them forth At th' Iv'ry Gate Aeneas took his way T' his Ships and finding there his Men to stay He to Cajeta in strait Course did steer Cast Anchor there and turn'd his Sterns to shoar The Fourth Eclogue of Virgil. SIcilian Muses Let us raise our Strain Shrubs and some Tamarisks please not ev'ry Man This Past'ral Song deserves a Consul's Ear. The Sibyll's last Age now has run'ts career And th'Ages great Course must anew begin The Virgin comes with Saturn's Reign agen A new Race now from Heav'n is sent on Earth O chast Lucina favour the Infant 's Birth By whom the Iron Age shall cease and thro' The World a Golden Age shall rise anew And your Apollo's Kingdom shall ensue And while you 're Consul Pollio this our Bliss Commences with the great Months Happiness While you 're in Pow'r if any Taints appear Of former Crimes they 're null'd with Mortals fear He 'll live as God and see his Godlike Men With Heroes mixt and he 'll be seen of them And rule as his great Ancestors had done But Child to you as first small Presents th' Earth Untill'd in plenty Ivies will bring forth With Avens and as grateful to your view Brankurfine with the Aegyptian Bean will shew The Goats to you full Dugs of Milk shall bring Nor will the Herds fierce Lyons fear if seen Your Cradle ' tself sweet Flowers shall display The Snake and guileful pois'nous Weed shall die Th' Assyrian fragrant Shrub grow commonly But when you come to read the Heroes Praise Your Fathers Facts and know what Virtue is The Corn-fields yellow will begin to shew The Berries on wild Thorns will ruddy grow And Heav'n-dropt Hony from hard Oaks will flow Yet still some few Seeds of our ancient Guile Will spring and make us take a second Toil At Sea New Wall-towns build and till the Ground And there must be another Typhis found Another Argo Heroes to convey And other Wars with Battles in Array And great Achilles must again to Troy When after this you 're grown a perfect Man The Sailor shall give o'er the Seas nor then Shall Vessels Traffick carry to and fro But all things freely ev'ry where shall grow The Earth from Harrow free the Vine from Hook The Ploughman's Oxen shall discharge from Yoak Wool shall no longer take a borrow'd hew But on the Ram a Purple Fleece shall grow Sometimes a Yellow and the native Die Of Sandix-cloath the Lambs are feeding by The Destinies with the pow'r of Fate agreed Run on such Ages to their Spindless cry'd Dear Offspring of the Gods Jove's great increase O! now 's your time great Honours to possess See how the World jogs with its Convex weight The Earth the Seas high Heav'n in its Flight How all Things Joy express at th' Age to come O! that my Thread of Life may hold so long And Muses Vigour your Deeds to record Orpheus in Verse then shall not me out-word E'en with his Mother's Aid Calliope Nor Linus with his Father Phoebus by If Pan th' Arcadian God contends he 'll own Tho' judge himself himself by me outdone Your Mother
Desert abounds as in my Dear Far greater Offers doubtless you have met Youth Beauty Riches all that 's gay and great From Men your sweet-prevailing Charms have won As who can stand before the glorious Sun If I to these a Sacrifice must fall I 've this at last my Dear to say for all A Judge of Men most values Gifts of Mind For these I dare contend tho' still resign'd If by your Judgment cast hard Fate I 'll cry And humbly kiss that Hand by which I die My only Dear Yours for ever Philabius The Second Address My only DEAR SInce to my last no Answer you have giv'n Impatient Love commands me write agen Silence sometimes they say implies consent If yours be such I have my Heart 's content But if your Silence as I fear it may Concludes your Lover's doom another way Sad is my Fate which tho' with trembling Hand I ne'ertheless desire to understand Tumultuous Passions now torment my Soul Hope gives me Comforts Fear does all controul All sick in Mind where shall my Refuge be There 's none but you can ease my Misery Once you were ill I then prescrib'd a Cure Fond was my Soul your sacred Health t'ensure And now I languish to you I must fly 'T is at your pleasure that I live or die And e'en to Death more easily I 'm resign'd Than to continue in this state of Mind Your gentle Nature can't be so severe To let him perish calls you's Only Dear And calls all Heav'n to witness it is true O! pity one devoted thus to you I know some Lovers only Passions feign And if they Court for nothing 't is but Gain Fine Words they have if Ladies will believe Sweet goes the Pipe while Fowlers Birds deceive Such Fraud my Dearest can't suspect in me Her Person only's my great Treasury There lies in store the whole that I pursue For this alone her Self and Friends I wooe 'T is all on Earth I beg of Heaven too I 'm not ambitious know the World too well Content with Greatness does not always dwell Great should I be so I could sit at ease Admire my Dear with fond Caresses please No Soul so clear no Aspect so divine Sweet Mildness with Sublimeness there combine No cloud of Passion intercepts those Rays Of charming Graces which she thence displays All 's there surprizing Mortals can descry Symmetrious Features wondrous Harmony There should I gaze for ever still should find My Sense transported with transported Mind O Nature's Goddess to you I must pay All Adoration zealous Votive may What state of Bliss does Heav'n to him decree Where it alots your blest Society Where-e'er that God whence you these Charms derive Designs the Station wherein you shall live To me 's unknown of this at least I 'm sure Your absence long I can't with Life endure As Flowers fade in th' absence of the Sun My Life without your Influence is gone What may I do your Favour Dear to gain Can Life can Love can nothing it obtain With Muse sublime above the Stars I 'll raise Your Name your Fame with my immortal Lays A Poem next I 'll write of Love divine In which my Fair Heav'ns Angels shall out-shine In Praise of her let all the World that dares Contend they 'll find Philabius void of Fears And would's his Suit had Issue by such Wars I want a Friend Death robb'd me of this Year To plead my Cause with Kindness to my Dear Had he surviv'd I had not stood alone To deal with many hard it is for one And florid Youth now rivals my Desire And most are apt the rising Sun t' admire Tho' Judges know the perfect state of Man Is when his Sun 's in the Meridian The Air is foul with Fogs as Sun does rise And as it further climbs the lofty Skies 'Till come t'its height nor is Man's Reason clear 'Till he has reach'd his Jubilean Year And this with Favour let me farther say Unstedfast Youth tho' specious brisk and gay Is prone to change contingent Beauty too Mature Years more likely may prove true And let not this unminded pass by you Fain would my Pen much farther here inlarge Whole Floods of Passion thus I could discharge But fearing this already tires my Dear I check my Pen and stop in full career This only Boon imploring at your Hand That you 'll vouchsafe to let me understand In Verse or Prose or by some private Friend How all my Hopes and Love-Address must end O Beauty O Love O Pity Philabius The Third Address My only DEAR ONce more I write for who can Love withstand Which Heart inflames and presses on the Hand Help Muse agen this once my Fate to try And gently guide my Pen before I die Help me to soft Expressions which my Dear May move and force from her kind Eyes a Tear Of Pity for me Heav'ns what is' t I say Do I wish Sorrow to my only Joy Through Love distracted all in Mind I rave And wish for what I 'd rather die than have Help me t'Expressions may affect her Mind With Thoughts as chearful as they make them kind No Pity let them but gay Love inspire Cold 's hopeless Pity Love 's a sacred Fire If e'er on Earth true Love in Man has been It reigns in me and Love I hope 't will win By Love of Heav'n we Love from Heav'n obtain My Fair is heav'nly Love her Love must gain On this I stand on this my Soul relies If I 'm deceiv'd my Fall is with the Wise Tho' twice I 've writ no Answer from my Fair Have yet receiv'd must I for this despair Once or twice asking seldom does with Men Ought I not ask Heav'ns Darling once agen Perhaps this Silence of my Dear's to try Her Lover's Patience Zeal and Constancy If so with constant Patience I must bear Altho' if long such Trials prove severe My Temper 's not the same with other Men Strong are my Passions where they take a run A Check inflames them raging they boil o'er As Waves when broken on a craggy Shoar And strongly checkt with Terror rage and roar Such Measures with dull Lovers may do well They serve to stir and kindle sluggish Zeal But where you find Love apt to take on Flame I think the way of Dealing 's not the same Good Sportsmen seek not to destroy their Game As roughness fits a rough ungenerous Mind The tender-hearted Tenderness should find To them the Usage should be mild and kind O! sick am I my Dear by your delay What one Man cures another may destroy I always take it as a double Boon If what I sue for may be granted soon And as the Favour 's greater still the more The Grantor I prize honour love adore With what surprizing Joy think you then Dear Quick News and kind from you 'd ravish my Ear I beg at least let gentle Hopes maintain My Flame and let my Heart some respite gain And cast me not
Hills and wondrous Green Souls thither brought Who were t' arrive at Bliss with Care survey'd E'en one by one and took a List of all Perhaps of him descended or that shall Their Fates inspecting Fortunes Manners Pow'r And when he saw Aeneas coming there Both's Hands presented with a welcom Chear And Tears let fall and this dropt from his Mouth What come at last my long expected Youth Has Piety stood the Hardship of the Ways And may I now discourse you Face to Face Indeed I thought so and that times would come Nor has my Care deceiv'd me counting them Thro' what vast Countries and what mighty Seas Are you come and thro' Dangers more than these How fear'd I Lybia fatal might have prov'd Then he dear Father your sad Ghost has mov'd Appearing oft my coming to this Land My Ships stand on th' Italian Coast Your Hand I beg and let 's embrace and be not gone This saying Floods of Tears came trickling down Then thrice about his Neck he strove to cast His Arms and thrice the Shadows hold he lost As 't is in Dreams or with an aery Blast Mean while Aeneas in a Secret drove At distance ' spies a private rustling Grove And Lethe's River passing by the Seats Of Bliss and Men surrounding these Retreats In mighty Crowds who fill the Place with noise As Bees when thick in Fields on Summers Days Gath'ring from Flow'rs their delicious Preys Aeneas strait astonish'd this to see Enquires the Causes what this Stream might be And what those Men who there stood crowding by Then old Anchises Souls decreed by Fate T'assume new Bodies drinking here forget All Hardships e'er they underwent in Life 'Thas long been my desire that you should have Here Knowledge of all those will spring from me T' encrease your Joy when come to Italy O Father may we think ought Souls sublime Would pass from hence to th' Earth there to resume Gross Bodies direful such Desire would seem I 'll tell you Son no longer keep in doubt Achises then in order all sets out First th' Air Earth Waters and bright-shining Moon And all the Stars a Spirit acts within With Mind infus'd thro' all the Mass's parts Which the vast Bulk pervades and agitates Thence Men and Beasts of all kinds Life receive And Fowles and Monsters which in Seas do live A fiery Vigour and Celestial Birth Their Seeds uphold as far as their dull Earth And Body's clog and dying Limbs give way Thence spring their Fear Love Passion Grief and Joy Nor blinded thus can they Life's pureness see Nay when at last their Life is at end Some Vice and Body's Plagues their Souls attend For long contracted Habits strangely stick To purge whose rooted Taint they to the quick Are therefore toucht with Pains some hung in th' Air Some in vast Gulphs are washt some burnt in Fire We 've all our fated Pains and then are sent To fair Elysium few there ever went Till a compleat revolving course of time Their Taint contracted purg'd and pure from Sin Th' Aethereal Spirit left as first ' thad been When they in Bliss a thousand Years have pass't God calls them all of Lethe's Stream to taste That so forgetful grown they may review The Earth again and Bodies take anew This by Anchises said he takes his Son The Sibyll with him 'mong the crowding Throng Gets on an Hillock in the midst whence he Of all in order had an eager View Then says my Son I now shall let you know Our Trojan Race what Glory thence may grow Who our Successors are in Italy Th' Illustrious Souls that of our Line shall be And you your Fate withal That Youth you see Leans on his Headless Spear by Destiny Comes next to Life 'T is he the first will rise From It'ly's mixt Blood to th' Aethereal Skies Sylvius an Alban Name your poth'mous Child Whom your Lavinia our long Race t' uphold Shall bring at length from woods as King to sway Of Kings a Parent whence our Progeny Long Alba's Kingdom shall of right enjoy The next him 's Procas Trojan's Glory then Capys and Numitor and who bears your Name Sylvius Aeneas who will also be For Arms as famous as for Piety If Alba's Kingdom ever he attains Behold what Courage in their Faces shines And how their Temples all are shadow'd round With Oken City Garlands These shall found Nomentum Gabii Fidena for you Collatia Towns on Mountains built anew Pomeria Novum Castrum Bola too And Cora. Then these for their Names shall stand They being at present nameless spots of Land And martial Rom'lus to his Grandsire here Shall join His Mother Ilia him shall bear She springing from Asarc'us See he 's known By 's double topt Helmet standing on his Crown Now markt by 's Father Mars for great Renown Lo Son by him that famous Rome controuls For Empire th' Earth Heav'n equals for great Souls Sev'n Hills with one Wall she 'll her self inclose In great Men fertile as Cybele shews When crown'd with Castles thro' the Towns of Troy She 's carry'd in Chariot with Transports of Joy For num'rous Gods sprungs of her whom she greets At pleasure all in Heav'n blest with Seats Now both Eyes hither cast this Lineage see Your Romans Caesar all the Progeny Here of Julus stand that e'er shall be This here 's the Man Augustus Caesar sprung From God who to you has been promis'd long And who agen a Golden Age shall found In Latium as when Saturn rul'd the Land Beyond all Lybia and the Indies he His Empire shall extend A Land does lie Out of the Sun 's and Planet's Course where Heav'n Nigh burning Stars on Atlas Shoulder 's born Which dreads e'en now his coming mov'd thereto By Or'cles Answers telling what 's t' ensue Like Fear the Caspian and the Scythian Lands And Egypt with its sev'n-mouth'd Nile attends Nor had Alcides Conquests such extent Tho' he the light-foot Deer in chase out-went And Erymanthus Boar in pursuit slew And Lernas Hydra with 's unerring Bow Nor conq'ring Bacchus who with 's Vine-twig Reins From Nysa's top drove Tygers to the Plains And fear you now in Italy to land And by Exploits your Glory there t' extend But who is' t stands far off distinguisht by His Olive-bows and sacred Laws I spy His Hair and white Beard like a Roman King Who founding Rome Laws thither first did bring Sent from small Cures a poor Country-Town T'an Empire great where Tullus next will come A Man whose Country 's idle Peace will break And force his sluggish Subjects Arms to take And Triumphs then disus'd in Field to gain Next him Thrasonick Anchus comes to Reign Pleas'd even now too much with Mens applause And will you see the Tarquin Kings with these The great Soul of revenging Brutus and The Rods and Axe in use brought to the Land The Consul's Office he the first shall bear And cruel Axe his Sons for moving War Unhaypy Man to Punishment shall bring
Bold Poets and rash Painters may aspire With pen and pencill to describe my Faire Alas their arts in the performance fayle And reach not that divine Original Some Shadd'wy glimpse they may present to view And this is all poore humane art Can doe Philabius M'Vander Gucht Scul New Poems I. The Young Lover's Guide OR The Unsuccessful Amours of Philabius a Country Lover set forth in several kind Epistles writ by him to his Beautious-unkind Mistress Teaching Young Lovers how to comport themselves with Resignation in their Love-Disasters Si nec blanda satis nec erit tibi comis amica Perfer obdura postmodo mitis erit If your fair Mistress be not mild and kind Bear and persever Time may change her Mind Ovid. de Art Am. l. 1. II. The Answer of Helena to Paris newly Translated by a Country Shepherdess III. The Sixth Aeneid and Fourth Eclogue of Virgil newly Translated By J. B. Gent. LONDON Printed and are to be Sold by the Booksellers of London 1699. The PREFACE Writ by Philabius to Venus his Planetary Ascendant Dear Mother Venus I must style you so From you descended tho' unhappy Beau. You are my Astral Mother at my birth Your pow'rful Influence bore the sway on Earth From my Ascendent being sprung from you I hop'd Success where-ever I should woo Your Pow'r in Heav'n and Earth prevails shall I A Son of yours by you forsaken die Twenty long Months now I have lov'd a Fair And all my Courtship 's ending in Despair All Earthly Beauties scatter'd here and there From you their Source derive the Charms they bear The Fair I court partakes in high'st degree Of your transcending Heav'nly Quality Her I admire as most resembling You O take from her what is your Right and Due Or so incline her Favour for your Son That by hard Vsage he be not undone 'T is said those Persons at whose birth you reign Prove gracious to your Sex and Favour gain Must I be th' only Man whom you deny This Privilege O great Severity But ' gainst Heav'ns Actions what can Mortals say It deals with us as Potters do with Clay E'en as it lists for better or for worse Thrice happy those not fated for a Curse Tho' while our Ages Course is running on We little know what Heav'n intends t' have done What seems Affliction oft proves for our Good If with Submission we embrace the Rod. Life we are promis'd but first we are drown'd In Death and then with Life immortal crown'd God's Works are all by Means contrary done And cross to Man's Imagination run 'Till the just time is come that they 're fulfill'd And then tho' late to Providence we yield Perhaps my Fair's unkindness and delay Are more t' endear what once I shall enjoy Those Goods are priz'd for which we dearly pay Or if she 's fated for some other Man Perhaps for me kind Heav'n has order'd one More kind and Fair if Fairer there may be Or if being turn'd my Year of Jubilee Fate has ordain'd me a Quietus here And now my Course for Heav'n I must steer O Venus draw me by your Charms divine From Objects here my dreggy Thoughts refine From Earthly Things that being rais'd to you As I your Heav'nly Kingdom have in view Fixt on Ideal Beauty 'mong the Blest I may enjoy an everlasting Rest Philabius The Reader is desir'd to Correct the following Mistakes of the Press PAge 10. line 6. read maturer p. 12. l. 9. seldom does r. often fails p. 26. l. 17. mightily r. nightly p. 34. l. 6. breath r. leave ib. l. 14. r. there 's p. 42. l. 4. r. Ideal p. 44. l. 5. our r. her p. 48. l. 18. r. learnt p. 53. l. 2. Faith's dele 's ib. l. 3. with r. wish ib. l. 17. r. suppress p. 56. l. 4. calm r. but p. 64. l. 6. now r. new p. 65. l. 14. but r. cut p. 97. l. 11. r. in Heav'n ib. l. 16. might r. night p. 86. l. 20. ward's dele ' s. New Poems Three Addresses writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress The First Address My only DEAR WIth Thoughts as kind as Lover ever knew Your Lover writes this Love-Address to you Did you but feel that Passion moves my Heart While I to you my Fondness here impart 'T would move your Pity Love Compassion all That tender Lovers grateful Kindness call But here alas my great Misfortune lies Words can't present before your gracious Eyes My inward Feeling All that Words can do I 'll say in short my Dear as God is true There 's nought on this side Heav'n I love as You. Yet let not Words alone my Witness be They 're Actions I desire should testify Command me what you please I beg command When once your Pleasure 's known if I withstand Your Will in ought my Life my Fortunes all I have from God afford then let me fall For ever in Disfavour of my Dear The greatest Curse that Man on Earth can bear I 'll not attempt as common Lovers use To write my Mistress Praise the Fair I choose Surpasses me surpasses Praise of Man She 's Praise it self she 's all Perfection Thrice happy 's he whose blessed Stars incline Her gracious Favour Heav'ns grant they are mine Beside those Stars which influence our Birth Three I must beg propitious here on Earth Your Father and your Mother dear and You Of whom I have already courted two And tho' some Men this Practise may disown Who pass by Friends and Daughter court alone Yet since I know your Parents mighty fond Of their dear Child I let them understand My Thoughts for you and hope 't will not displease My Dearest since their study is your ease ' Gainst my Address they one thing did object It was my Age indeed in that respect There 's disproportion yet such have I known When happy Life has follow'd thereupon All kind Indulgence to my Dear I 'd show Your Will should be my Law to come and go And do whate'er you pleas'd you should be free And I 'll presume to say I think with me You may enjoy as happy Scene of Life As where you else may choose to be a Wife I know in Age but two things give offence The Man's Moroseness or his Impotence And Heav'n's my Witness I think I 'm as free From these as one pretends to court should be And by my Years I this advantage gain They 've taught me Knowledge which may entertain My Dear sometimes with what may please her Mind Sometimes in London Pastimes we would find Where all that 's Curious to my Dear I 'd shew Being more perhaps than other Men may do In Summer-heats the Country we would see The small Retirement there belongs to me Is pretty pleasant may be made much more With little Cost Some Things I have in store Are also curious and of Value these And all I have are yours whene'er you please Indeed but poor are such Allurements where So high
severely in Despair Despair as dark as Heav'n has made you Fair. Doubt not how constant to you I will prove I 'll cease to live before I cease to love Consider Dearest what to you is said In Three Addresses now by me are made Proceeding all from Heart and Soul sincere As ever in devoted Lover were If more I thought my Dearest would desire More would I write my Pen should never tire And loath it is to part with Paper now Tho' I no farther Scope shall it allow Till I my Dearest's Pleasure know and then All crown'd with Joys I hope to write agen Philabius An Address to a famous Poetess going by the Name of Philomela wherein Philabius having receiv'd no Answer to his three foregoing Epistles begs her Aid for moving his Mistress's Favour MADAM IF any of your Sex fall'n in Distress Desir'd my Aid such is my Tenderness I should afford it freely would to me They would vouchsafe an equal Charity Madam 'thas been my direful Chance to fall In Love of late with what we Beauty call Beauty that Lot divine your Sex attends Working on Men too often fatal Ends. Thrice to my Fair Addresses I have sent Writ as I could how she does them resent I can't divine nor will my Fair disclose She drowns her Thoughts in Silence me in Woes Self-musing often with revolving Mind This cause of Silence in my Dear to find I may suspect my unpathetick Style Moves neither Frowns nor an obliging Smile But leaves my Fair as unconcern'd as tho' She nothing of Love-Verses yet did know This puts me to a stand and what to do 'T is hard to think and how my Suit pursue I 've done my best and more to write were vain Unless I could pretend some happy'r Strain Your Genius Madam 's known by what you 've writ Great is your Fancy Judgment Art and Wit Sweet Philomela's Aid I 'd fain implore Her pow'rful Charms dumb Spirits may conjure Her sweet-tun'd Voice thro' all the Forest rings And all are mov'd when Philomela sings Shout with Applause and eccho forth her Praise Surpriz'd and charm'd with her melodious Lays Her wondrous Notes in Rapture all admire As hither brought from the Celestial Quire Would Heav'n my zealous Wishes could obtain Her Aid the Favour of my Dear to gain The depth of Hearts your Love-dipt Pen may reach And where mine fails may force an easy breach Those genuine Arts your Muse may soon descry Which charm your Sex to me a Mystery And tho' some Beau perhaps has not been true In zealous Passions he has vow'd for you Which may discourage your Assistance when Desir'd for gaining Kindnesses to Men Heav'n knows my Soul's sincere and Love to feign Is what my Heart will ever much disdain I bear a Mind too free to fawn on them Or fondly write but where I 've found Esteem And had I judg'd my Verses to my Dear Worth Philomela's view I 'd sent 'em here It may be thought a very heavy Doom That all hard Censure should incur for some I wish Success may crown all your Desires And pray your Aid now where my Heart aspires Your Aid's the last Expedient I can try There all the hopes I have of Life do lie Great are the Pains thro' Love I undergo Which tho' unfelt by you you truly know And as you judg them please your Favour show MADAM Your great Admirer and humbly-devoted Servant Philabius Philomela having not vouchsaft her Aid Philabius writ his Farewel to his beautious Mistress as follows My only DEAR IT grieves my Soul to write my last Adieu To one I so entirely love as you All Happiness your Self and Friends I wish Tho' no way kind to me in my Address I know Affection is not always free Tho' one be fond another may not be Heav'n grants it as a Favour now and then That where we love we are belov'd agen I find your Favour Dear I can't obtain And cease my Suit which I could wish to gain But cease as doubting all my Suit 's in vain Or ' stead of Favour may incur Disdain What I have writ already pray resent With Kindness as by me 't was kindly meant Which tho' not worth your Thanks or Notice still A gentle Heart despises not good Will As far as I among the World converse Unfeigned Friends I find are very scarce And wish I had one Friend on Earth as true As if accepted I had been to you The Heav'ns 't is like far greater Things design T' attend your Fate than Kindnesses of mine Heav'n grant my Life a quick and gentle end And let all Joy my Dearest still attend My joyful Hopes to Sorrows now must turn My Muse in Silence shall for ever mourn 'Till Death gives ease and quiet in my Urn. Philabius A gentle Reviver writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress My only DEAR I 'Ve try'd and try'd but find 't is ne'er the near T'unlove that Person once I call'd my Dear My only Dear and find she must be so In spight of all abused Love can do When Love 's abus'd in some it turns to Hate It can't in me nay it 's so far from that I rather love you more if more may be When Love 's exalted to its high'st degree To Love and find great Slights and almost Scorn May seem severe and hardly to be born Yet this from you and yours I undergo And love you still entirely and you know Such Trials height of Love will truly shew Some in Addresses no resistance find Their Love-suit's easy and their Mistress kind Kind Fortune with such Lovers sports and plays These freely may enjoy Love's Holy-days Others in Love-suits Hardships undergo They can't prevail upon their Mistress so But meet with Lets and Rubs and yet at last Run smoothly on and win the doubtful Cast Some others more unfortunate than these Reap but Disdain for all their Kindnesses And such am I who yet with chearful Mind Bear even this to you my Dear resign'd Tho' Heav'n on us is often pleas'd to frown We must not be displeas'd but still love on Some Lovers Beauty meerly for the sake Of Beauty love and seek not to partake Of more Enjoyments yet Disdain to them Would seem severe and check their fond Esteem I therefore even these in Love surpass And nothing stirs me where my Love I place That Apathy the Stoicks teach to me Seems but a frigid-dull Philosophy With Patience arm'd just Passions let 's pursue It keeps our Thoughts in action ever new Let us agree then Dearest to go on I with my Love and you with your Disdain Time and Experience to us both will shew Which in our Pursuits weary first may grow I 'm apt to think th' advantage on my side Disdain Love's kind Assaults can scarce abide Love sweetly charms the Mind where it does reign That Soul 's uneasy where there is Disdain How then shall this hold out with that but tire And yield to Love as Nature
does require And this is that to which my Hopes aspire Philabius Another Epistle writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress My only DEAR IF Men distracted chance to give Offence Good Natures turn it all to Innocence I hope in you such Goodness I shall find O'er-doz'd with Love I 'm discompos'd in Mind I write and write and know not what I do O! pardon this fond Trouble giv'n to you With Thought o'er-set my Soul no rest can have But in your Kindness or my fatal Grave Oft do my Friends dissuade me from my Suit Such is my Love no Friend on Earth can do 't Whate'er Severeness you to me shall shew If Love be true 't will creep where 't cannot go Who shall presume t' a Lover Laws prescribe The Law within him is his only Guide 'T shall not be said I vow'd Love to my Dear And fell from what my Protestations were Love now so long I 've foster'd in my Breast In wilful Bondage I must lie opprest My Will is not my own to wish me free Or eas'd of my endeared Misery When Love 's inflam'd it 's vain to seek an end On it will go as boundless as the Wind. Oft by your House I sad and musing pass Fain would I enter then I cry Alas All is Unkindness there I ever found Despairing Thoughts my willing Mind confound My Soul at least is ever with my Dear Her Charms admiring whisp'ring in her Ear. Soft is that Whisper which when you perceive In silent Thoughts you roughly bid it Leave My Soul then silent for a while does stand Humbly obedient to your dread Command Watches a time its Courtship to renew Believe me so ' will ever ever do Alas my Dear take some small Care of me My Zeal for you a Person blind may see Long since it is I writ you an Adieu Can't yet resign to leave my Home and You. Still am in Fear that dreadful Day will come Which I may truly call my Day of Doom If you enforce it what can I then say What Heav'n denies us we cannot enjoy A Wand'rer in the World I then become No Friend I have on Earth no House nor Home And if I had them what are these to me When I 'm debarr'd your dear Society If I must leave my Country Friends and Dear And as a Vagrant wander here and there My Spirit mightily will return to you Be not affrighted when you it shall view 'T will be as gentle as my Heart is kind Begging and Praying Kindness I may find As you 'd have Kindness from the Pow'rs above Tho' not your Person let me have your Love I 'm but your Eccho Kindness thence you pray Kindness from you my Soul again does cry Heav'n grant that both our Prayers may be heard Your Kindness mine Heav'ns Kindness your Reward Philabius The last intended Farewel writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress on his hearing she was married to his Rival My only DEAR THis Month is call'd the merry Month of May I wish to me 't were as the People say So 't was in you to make it had you pleas'd My sad and discomposed Mind t' have eas'd In Fields delightful lately I have gone T' enjoy the pleasure of the glorious Sun Revive my Senses all the various ways Our Sense by Nature's Bounty now enjoys Our Eyes are feasted with the curious dye Flowers display in great variety Their fragrant Odours strangely please the Smell Soft to the Foot the tender Meadows feel Young Fruits delight the Taste the spacious Sky Resounding with the charming Melody Of chanting Birds compleats our Senses Joy Thrice happy those whose undisturbed Mind Calm Ease enjoys when Nature is so kind Unhappy Man my Fate is most severe I languish through th' unkindness of my Dear Cares and despairing Thoughts my Soul oppress Without my Fair there is no Happiness Thus all complaining to my Self I talkt With Sorrows tir'd while in the Fields I walkt At length betwixt a Lilly and a Rose I lay'd me down to take a small Repose I could not sleep but slumber'd for a while Th'uneasy time thus striving to beguile Long could not slumber but awakt agen When all surpriz'd I saw the curious Scene Of Nature chang'd and wonder'd what did mean The Sun was clouded and the Air was cold The Meadows all unpleasing to behold Their Verdure faded all their Beauty gone The Lilly black the blushing Rose turn'd wan While thus amaz'd Queen Mab I chanc'd to spy With num'rous Train of Fairies standing by O Queen I cry'd what means this sudden change Is Nature nigh its end 't is wondrous strange The Queen enjoyn'd me Patience then reply'd You know we often visit your Bed-side You are no Stranger to our ways you 've seen How we 're concern'd in all Designs of Men. You Mortals oft propose your selves a Bliss In your Pursuits now that and sometimes this We watch your Motions know all you intend Abet or Counter as Heav'n has design'd Think not that Men can gain all they pursue Heav'n guides them by its providential Clew Whate'er they purpose Heaven will dispose Their fondest Longings often they must lose Strive not against great Providence's course Which leads the willing others draws by force We are its Servants in an Order far Surpassing yours your Guidance is our Care With this Advice let me possess your Mind If you 'll live happy live with Ease resign'd Those fond Enjoyments Men would fain obtain Prove often fatal if they chance to gain Man headlong runs presuming on his Wit When Heav'n alone knows what for him is fit This change of Nature you so much admire Is wrought by us as we with Fate conspire That Beauty in the Fields when you lay down All on a sudden to your Dear is gone You know of Beauty she had ever store And those have much you find will still have more This we have lent her for her Wedding-dress To make her Person charming in Excess Your Patience now for I must tell you too She 's e'en now wedded tho' unknown to you Enquire not of me who the Man may be We long since told you what 's your Destiny Which future Times to you will make appear With what concerns your Rival and your Dear This said the Queen was in a moment gone With her Attendants leaving me alone I deeply sigh'd enforc'd by Nature tho' Grief in such Cases us no Good can do And Fairest now its time to take my leave My long Farewel I therefore to you give Whate'er Unkindness I from you have found It 's all forgot and in my Fondness drown'd Kind Wishes you shall ever have from me Now humbly yielding to the Fate 's Decree If by oft Writing I have you displeas'd I beg at parting I may be releas'd My Pen's fond Trouble now is wholly o'er Nor ever shall disturb my Dearest more Philabius A second Reviver writ by Philabius to his beautious Mistress upon his being inform'd that the Report of
And as first Off'rings on the sacred Fire Lays them loud calling Hecate whose Pow'r Is great Heav'n and Hell Some with their Knife The Victim slay and the warm Blood receive In Bowles Aeneas slays with 's Sword a Lamb Black-colour'd to the Fury's Mother and Her Sister great A barren Cow to you Proserpine Then might Altars drest anew To Pluto Th'Oxen's Flesh then on the Flames He lays and pours on Oil as it consumes And now behold about Sun-rising th' Earth Under their Feet began to groan therewith The Woods to move and thro' the Shades they see The howlings Dogs the Goddess drawing nigh The Sibyll cries far now O far be gone From this whole Grove you Men that are profane And you with Sword in Hand come on your way Aeneas now your Courage you must try This said with sacred Rage into the Cave She rusht whom he attends as fearless brave You Gods who Souls command you silent Shades Chaos and Phleg'ton Places where resides Perpetual Night Let me impow'r'd by you Speak things I 've heard in darkness drown'd till now They went benighted thro' dark shaded ways And Dis his Kingdom where no Body was As is the passage thro' a Wood by Night When neither Moon nor Stars give any Light And darkness takes all Colours from the Sight Before the entrance and first Mouth of Hell Grief and revenging Thoughts have plac'd their Cell There pale Diseases sad old Age and Fear Base Want and ill-advising Hunger were All dreadful Forms to see And Death and Toil And Death's near Kinsman drowsy Sleep and all Mind 's sinful Joys And on the opp'site side Stands deadly War the Fury's Iron-bed And senseless Discord who Serpentine Hair With bloody Hair-lace interwove does wear In midst a vast thick-shaded Elm displays Its ancient Branches where as Rumour says Vain Dreams reside and stick to all the Leaves Monsters beside of many kinds with these Stand at the doors the biform Scylla's there The Centaures and the strong Briareus were There th' Hydra the Chimaera Gorgons and The Harpies with Tree-bodied Geryon stand Aeneas here with sudden Fright being scar'd Presents his Sword and stands upon his Guard And if the Sibyll had not told him they Were aery Souls which such like Shapes display H 'ad vainly strove with 's Sword the Ghost to slay Hence leads the way to Ach'rons Waters here A vast-foul-muddy Whirl-pool-gulfe boils o'er Into Cocytus spewing all its Sands The nasty Boatman Charon here attends These Streams and horrid Water he commands Appearing with great hoary-careless Beard And flaming Eyes his Cloths with Dirt besmear'd Hang down from 's Shoulders by a Knot secur'd With Oar and Sails his Vessel still he plies And Bodies in 's dark-colour'd Boat conveys Grown old but as a God in Strength seems young Here on the Banks the crowding Shadows throng Women and Men the Ghosts of Heroes Boys Girls Children dead before their Parents Eyes As thick as Leaves in Autumn fall in Woods Or from the Main to land come Flocks of Birds When Winter drives them from beyond the Seas And sends them where they may enjoy warm Ease The first come begging to be Ferry'd o'er With Hands stretcht out desiring th' other Shoar But the rough Boat-man sometimes into 's Boat Takes these or those and leaves some others out Aeneas wondring at the crowding Ghosts Says Virgin what 's this Concourse on these Coasts What seek these Souls Why do some leave the Shoar And others on these Waters ply their Oar To whom the Sibyll briefly thus replies Anchises Son true Off-spring of the Skies You see Cocytus and the Stygian Lake By which being sworn their Oath Gods dare not break This Crowd you see is of unbury'd Men The Boat-man's Charon those on Water seen Are bury'd nor can any Ghosts before Pass from these horrid Banks to th' other Shoar They rove an hundred Years about this place At length admitted come with Joy to pass Aeneas stood then walk'd with plodding Mind Pittying th'hard Fate such Persons did attend He saw there sad and wanting Burial right Leucaspis and Orontes by his side The Lycian Captain In their Course from Troy Both with their Ship by South-wind cast away And Lo the Steers-man Palinurus there Who as by Stars from Lybia he did Steer Fell head-long from his Stern when half Seas o'er Assoon's Aeneas knew him ' mongst the Shades He thus bespeaks him first Who of the Gods O Palinurus took you from us and Drown'd in the Sea Let me this understand Apollo in no Answer fail'd but this Who told me you were safe upon the Seas And should arrive in Italy Is' t thus He keeps his word Then Palinurus said Apollo's Or'cle has not you deceiv'd For as the Stern I held our Course to steer Broke off by chance thro' my much toyling there I drew it with me as I head-long fell And by tempestuous Seas I swear withal Less fear then seiz'd me for my self than lest Your Ship its Stern and Master having lost Shou'd founder with those turgid Waves being tost Three bitter Nights a violent South-wind blew And drove me o'er vast Seas With much ado The fourth of It'ly I got sight as on High Waves I lay then made to Land and soon Arriv'd secure But cruel People there As I came clogg'd with Garments wet to Shoar And held a Rock fell on me Arms in hand As thinking some rich booty they had gain'd Now on the Shoar by Winds I 'm tost about And therefore beg by Heav'ns sweet Air and Light Your Father and Jule's rising hope you 'll free Me from these Ills and that you bury me For you may do 't and search all Velia's Port Or if some other way Heav'n shews you for 't For I believe without Heav'ns Aid you ne'er Came to this Stygian Lake and Rivers here Vouchsafe a Wretch your help and now convey Me o'er these Waters with you that I may A quiet Seat in Death at least enjoy Thus having spoke the Sibyll said I admire Whence Palinurus comes this curst Desire Wou'd you unbury'd pass the Stygian Lake And Fury's Streams these Banks unbid forsake Hope not by Suit to change the Gods decree But take this comfort of your Chance from me The Bord'rers far and near by Judgments forc'd From Heav'n shall expiate your Bones on their Coast Erect a Tomb pay Fun'ral Rites and e're Fam'd Palinurus name the place shall bear By these her Words his troublous Thoughts being eas'd He with the Sirname giv'n the place was pleas'd They then go on and near the River came Whom Charon who from 's Stygian Lake had seen A far off passing in the silent Wood Their Course directing to the place he stood Thus first assails with Words and freely chides Who e'er you are come arm'd t' our River sides Say why you come and make a stand there right This is the Place of Ghosts sleep drowsy night I may not pass live Bodies in my Boat Nor was I pleas'd