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A26956	The Young lovers guide, or, The unsuccessful amours of Philabius, a country lover ... writ by him to his beautious-unkind mistress ... ; with The answer of Helena to Paris, by a country shepherdess ; as also, The sixth Æneid and fourth eclogue of Virgil, both newly translated by J.B., Gent.	Philabius.; Country shepherdess. Answer of Helena to Paris.; Virgil. Bucolica. 4. English.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 6. English.; J. B., Gent.	1699 (1699)	Wing B131; ESTC R19435	36,870	128

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 difgrace 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 a new begin The Virgin comes with Saturn's Reign agen A new Race now from Heav'n is sent on Earth O chast Lucina savour the Infant 's Birth By whom the Iron Age shall cease and thro' The World a Golden Age shall rise a new 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 Brankursine with the Aegyptian Bean will shew The Goats to you full Dugs of Milk shall bring 〈◊〉 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 Child by Smile

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 M. Vander ●ucht Seul Philabius THE Young Lovers 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 Lovers how to comport themselves with Resignation in their Love-Disasters WITH The Answer of Helena to Paris by a Country Shepherdess AS ALSO The Sixth Aeneid and Fourth Eclogue of Virgil both newly Translated By J. B. Gent. Si nec blanda satis nec crit tibi comis amica Perfer obdura postmodo mitis crit If your fair Mistress be not mild and kind Bear and persever Time may change her Mind Ovid. de Art Am. l. 1. 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 E R 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. ber 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 Desert

Book in a forwardness for the Press relating to the Symbolical Theology of the Gentiles and Virgil being known to have been critically learned in that kind and the most learned parts of his Works thereunto relating being his Sixth Aeneid and Fourth Eclogue it entred into my Thoughts lately to peruse them And on the perusal conceiving I should more clearly possess my self of his Sense by a Translation than by a cursary Reading I applied my self to it and such as it is have now permitted it to the Press And conceive as to the main it may appear to an indifferent Reader more easy and more clearly comprehending Virgil's Sense than Mr. Ogylby's whose Notes with others for Illustration the Reader may make use of if he pleases it being beside my present Business to make Comments and Virgil taking him either in the Original or in any Translation being unintelligible in many Places without good Assistance in that kind he presupposing much Learning in a Reader As for Mr. Dryden's Translation of Virgil I must own I heard it was extant before I set upon mine but I could not get sight of it in the Country where I then was As I have look on some parts of it since I cannot pretend to have giv'n Virgil that Lustre in what I have translated of him which Mr. Dryden by his more copious way of Expression has done I having generally endeavonr'd to hold way with Virgil Verse for Verse However in regard I look on Virgil as an Author which may be set in several Lights by Translators for making him more clearly intelligible I have not with-held the small part I have translated from the Publick J. B. The Sixth Book of Virgil's Aeneids THus weeping speaks and sets his Fleet to Sea And came t' Aeuboean Cuma ' n Italy Their Prows they Sea-wards turn with Anchors moor Their Ships whose Bow-built Sterns front all the Shoar The crowding Youth with eager Spirit lands Some striking Fire with Flints the wild Beasts dens Some storm for Wood fresh Rivers some descry Mean while Aeneas fam'd for Piety Apollo's Temple minds his Thoughts are on The Sibyll's Cave and dread recess by none Approacht but with an awful Terror where Apollo future Truths makes known to her Inspiring an excess of Mind And so To Trivia's Groves and Phoebus Tow'r they go Daed'lus t' escape from Minos as they say Daring with Wings in th' Air to make his way By course before unheard of Northward past And gently pitch'd on Chalcis Tow'r at last Assoon's arriv'd Phoebus his Wings to you And Art he sacred made and Temple now In front of which Androgeus Death was carv'd And as to Athens 't was a Pain reserv'd To pay sev'n pairs of Children yearly there Stands Pot and Lot's drawn for them ev'ry year On th' opp'site part Creete stands above the Sea Where 's seen the curst Love of Pasiphae And how by slight the Bull she underlay Here 's the mixt Race and biform Minotaure All Mon'ments of nefarious Lust And here The Lab'rinth whence none ever could get clear Tho Daed'lus finding Ariadne involv'd In desp'rate Love through Pity once resolv'd The Craft-contrived Windings of the Maze By guidance of a Thread through all its ways And Ic'rus you had Grief gi'en way good part In this great Work had had Your chance by Art Your Father twice essay'd t'engrave in Gold Twice his Hand faild him and his Heart grew cold Soon had they view'd all but Achates sent Before return'd with her for whom he went Deiphobe Glaucus's Daughter Priestess both To Trivia and Phoebus Who t' Aeneas saith This is no time such Sights to view But now 'T is fit you slay sev'n Stieres untrayn'd to Plow As many Sheep chosen as our Laws allow This said t' Aenaeas done without delay The Trojans call'd to Temple all obey A mighty Cave but in the Mountains side To which an hundred ways and Gates do guide Whence hundred Voices Sibyll's Answers pass They came to th'entrance when the Virgin says Time calls t' enquire of Fate Lo God appears And saying thus straitway before the Doors Her Count'nance and her Colour chang'd her Hair Dechevell'd flew her Breast as wanting Air And fill'd with Sacred Rage does pant and swell And now she seems self-greater and to tell Things more than human Being more nearly inspir'd She cries Aeneas don 't you as requir'd Your Vows and Prayers offer For till then In this Stupendious House no or'cle's gi'en This said she stopt The Trojans quake with fear Aeneas then pour'd forth this hearty Pray'r O Phoebus always pittying Hardships sent On Trojans who did guide the Dart was bent By Paris at Aechilles By your Hand Being guided Seas surrounding Tracts of Land Of vast extent I 've entred past the Moors Remotest bounds and all their sandy Shoars And now tho' baulked long we 're hither come So far pursu'd still by our Trojan doom And now the Trojans you of right shou'd spare All Gods and Goddesses who ever were Displeas'd with Troy and Trojan Glory ' nd you Most holy Priestess knowing things t' ensue Since I ask nothing to my Fates undue Tell us the Trojans and tost Gods of Troy And wand'ring Deities Latium shall enjoy To Trivia ' nd Phoebus Temples then I 'll raise Of Marble and in 's Name set Holy Days And in my Kingdoms Sacred Structures I Will build to keep your Books of destiny And secret Fates foretold my Nation and Choice Men appoint as Sacred for that end Only I wou'd you write them not lest they To rapid Winds become a sport and prey But speak them Ending thus what he shou'd say Now she impatient Phoebus yet to bear Within the Cave does rage and strives to clear Her loaded Breast of him still he the more Her raging Heart and Mouth does over pow'r And toyls her and so works to tempet meet And now the Temples hundred Gates which yet Were clos'd flie ope of their accord and thro' Them flie the Sibyll's Answers thus O you Who now have past all dangers on the main Were fated for you know there still remain On Land far greater Trojans shall possess Lavinia's Kingdom doubt you not of this But they 'll wish not t' have come Wars horrid Wars I see and Tyber foaming with much Blood Simois and Xanthus here you 'll find made good And Dorique Tents And an Achilles now In Latium's born and of a Goddess too Nor will the Trojans go they where they please Be without Juno When in your distress You were suppliant to what Countries here And Towns did you not sue for aid Be sure A forreign Wife and extern Match will be The cause again of so much Misery But boldly stem Misfortunes yield to none What scarce you 'd think your entrance to this Crown Will first be shewn you from a Grecian Town The Sibyll utters with such Words as these From th'or'cle dread ambiguous Prophesies Resounding in the Cave Apollo so The raging Virgin stimulates to do