those whom Fortunes frowne By the swift violence of her wheele throwes down Shee would not raise again with ease So active in such nimble sports as these Despaire not Sir whose footsteps now Thou' rt said to kisse and lick the dust of 's shooe Let Fortune her light wheele but turne And then Tarquinius thou shalt soon discerne From his proud height him downward thrust His trampled robes smoking in mire and dust Thy jeeres and laughter then forbeare His all-bespattred lookes thou shalt nor feare Nor trample on remembring how Fortune a doulble ball doth often throw To Publius Memmius Ode 2. Lib. 2. That the shortnesse of mans life is to bee lengthened by good deeds THe Valleys now all clad in gray By Winter when Sol darts his ray On neighbouring hills hee 'l naked lay As heretofore But when the winter of thy yeares With snow within thy locks appeares When hoary frost shall dye thine haires It parts no more Summer and Autumn's quickly gone Th' approaching Spring will passe as soon Gray hayres and chilling cold alone With thee will stay To thy ill colour Nard distill'd Nor the renew'd perfumes o' th' field Of flowres can any vertue yeild Or tak 't away Thee whom thy youth hath giv'n to day At night old age will take away Thy time to double is to lay A same most bright Whom snach'd by death his friends bemone Hee hath liv'd long Let every one Write Fames sole heire that 's free alone From th' rape of night A Departure from things humane Ode 5. Lib. 2. LIft me up quickly on your wings Ye Clouds and Winds I leave all earthly things How Devious Hills give way to mee And the vast ayre brings under as I fly Kingdomes and populous states see how The Glyst'ring Temples of the Gods doe bow The glorious Tow'rs of Princes and Forsaken townes shrunke into nothing stand And as I downward looke I spy Whole Nations every where all scattred lye Oh the sad change that Fortune brings The rise and fall of transitory things Here walled townes that threatned Heav'n Now old and ruin'd with the earth lye even Here stately Pallaces that thrust Their heads i' th' ayre lye buried all in dust Here the Ayre Temp'rate is and mild But the fierce people rush to warres most wild Here in a joyfull peace they rest But Direfull Murraines their quiet fields lay wast Here the whole Land doth scorching lye Under the glitt'ring Armes o' th' Enemy Under the hovering stroke o' th' Fates The Armies yet both stand and fury waites With doubfull steps upon the warre Fresh courage here the mingled troopes prepare Each against other fiercely run And mutually they worke destruction The slaughtered heapes in reeking gore With bloudy covering spread the fields all o're Here on safe Seas as joyfull prize Is strip'd away th' Aegyptian Merchandize Whilst the full Havens thick beset Doe furiously with fierce contention fret Mars hath his divers Causes and His severall fashion'd weapons to command From the Adultresse smiling lookes Pleasure doth fight and unto Warre provokes The doting world with Helen burnes This sordid man oh base advantage turnes Revenge of vvords to blowes Mischiefe begets it selfe from mischiefe growes Small sins by example higher dare Nor doth all sin alvvaies like sin appeare There th' Easterne Sea lyes coverd o're With vvarlike Fleets Thetis begins to rore With stormes of flaming Brasse and here Th' astonish'd Rocks all trembling stand with feare The troubled Sea vvith vvinds beset With stronger vvaves ' gainst the full shore doth beat Forbeare cruell men to multiply With fire Sword-vvrack your single destiny Is the large Earth too narrovv grovvne Such slaughters such dire tragedies to ovvne Large Kingdomes there brought under thrall With Tumult stagger and for feare doe fall Where in one Ruine wee may see The dying people all o'rewhelmed lye The silent dust remaines to let The weary Pilgrim this Inscription set In after times as hee goes by King Kingdome People here entombed lye What should I name the raging Seas Whole Havens over-flowing and with these I' th' sudden floud whole Cities drown'd The shaken Temples of the Gods that sound Kings Pallaces what should I name Now sunkei ' th' deepe small Cottages i' th' same Vast wealth I see swept downe with th' tyde Rich treasure in the Ocean floting glyde The active world t' each others harmes Doth daily fight and the pale Goddesse armes The bloudy scene with slaughters warrs With utter ruins and with deadly jarrs Thus there 's no Exit of our woes Till the last day the Theater shall close Why stay I then when goe I may To 'a house enlightned by the Suns bright ray Shall I still dote on things humane Lift up your longing Priest yee Clouds oh deigne Lift m'up where th' aire a splendour yeilds Lights the sun's chariot through the azure fields Am I deceived or doe I see The following winds on their wings mounting me And now againe Great kingdomes lye Whole Nations perishing before mine eye The earth which alwayes lesse hath beene Then 's Globe and now just now can scarce be seene Into it's point doth vanish see Oh the brim'd Ocean of the Deitie Oh Glorious Island richly free From the cold Harbours of mortality Yee boundlesse seas with endlesse flouds of rest Girt round Sarbinius your panting Priest To Publius Memmius Ode 7. Lib. 2. AMidst our losse it were some ease If things did fall with the same stay and leisure They rise but sudden ruines seize On our most lofty things and richest treasure Nothing long time hath happy been The restlesse Fates of peopled-Cities passe In a few hour 's destroy'd w'have seen In many yeares what never raised was He gave to Chance long time that said One day's enough whole Kingdomes t' overthrow Each moment holds a people swayd Under a fatall and exalted blow Being neere thy death then Publius spare To load the Gods with thy blasphemous plaints That Funeralls so frequent are Or death so much thy neighbours houses haunts The houre that first to thee gave life That thou should'st likewise dye gave first to thee He hath liv'd long who well doth strive Sure alwaies of eternall life to bee To Asterius Ode 8. l. 2. VV' Are mock'd with ' baytes that fortune fling And fed with th' empty husks of things Shadowes not friends we entertaine W' are pleas'd with the deceitfull traine Of words and thinke them deeds But when Th' unconstant wheele shall turne agen To th' parting Goddesse wee shall see Those friends the selfe-same words deny Things Humane under false names please Our gifts match not our promises Religion lesse to be doth use Then the large language of our vowes Out of Solomon's sacred Mariage Song Ode 19. Lib. 2. THou shunnest me like to a fearfull Roe Which as the stormy North-winds blow Or the rough noise o' th' suddaine Easterne blast Is snatch'd away with forcelesse hast For th' early frost the trembling leaves doth fright Or else the
extent of great Palaemon's pow're How in a settled peace and kingdomes rest The easie people rise themselves so blest Three Temples in three yeares w'have seen To th' Citizens have reared been Where Gediminian Rocks themselves extoll With their plaine tops and then the Capitol Those buildings whose proud turrets stretch Themselves to th' Cloudes and stars doe reach Great things to greater growth doe thus increase And with least paines improve themselves by peace Here tops of Hills themselves behold In all their flowry pride unfold The Poplar now that shakes when th' East winds blow Stood cloth ' d in gray under the ling'ring snow The Springs that now so nimbly rise Were all of late lock'd up in Ice The fields that now with blushing Roses spread Lay barren and in hardest frost all hid The birds which chirping sit i' th' Spring When Winter comes forget to sing Breake off delayes then and from grievous care A constant day set by which th' ev'ning faire Doth promise and the next dayes Sun With his white Steeds will freely run To Paulus Iordanus Vrsinus Duke of Bracciano Hee commends the pleasantnesse of the Countrey where in the feasts of September he retyred from Rome Ode 1. Lib. Epod. APpeare ye spritefull Quire with choicest sports All pastime fit for Phoebus Courts And Thou great Master of the Revels joyne The Graces to thy Daughters nine Witt pure and quaint with rich conceits and free From all obscaene scurrilitie Here free from care nimbly let 's dance a round Upon Bracciano's softer ground A gentle Cliffe from a steep Hill doth rise That even to Heaven mounts by degrees And safe with uncouth passage leanes upon The solid backs of Rocks and stone Whence ' mid'st the Bulwark'd Forts we may descry A displayd Banner from on hye Which to th' Imperiall force a terrour was A terrour to great Borgias When through the brasen troops of 's threatning foes His fearfull thunder-bolts he throwes Pursuing routed Caesar whom he brought To that he promis'd him to nought Great Ursin here puts reynes to th' Tuscan pow're The grace of Heroes and the flow're Heire to his father's worth chiefe guide and stay And praise of great Oenotria A Bow're growes green set round with trembling Okes Which fanns the Heavens with gentle strokes It clothes the Hills and spreads it selfe all over To th' open Theaters a cover Close joyn'd to th' walls the Nymphs coole Arbour stands Which to the Sunny shore commands By these a banke of Vines which th' neighbour Trench With milder waves doth daily drench Nowhere the Lakes with fuller Sea doth roare Either of Larius that boyles o're Or rough Albanus whose troubled waves doe mix With the unnavigable Styx Not stormy Julia when her swelling pride Most rageth in her highest tyde Benacus doth not raise more froth when he Assaults the rocks with fiercest Sea With rugged tops the bending mountaines round Upon the slow calme streames looke downe Romanus here his snowy back up-reares And drawes downe envy from the starres The lofty head of Cyminus here shakes The Oke with trembling leaves which quakes And holds off Boreas when his rawer blasts ' Gainst the weake Southerne winds he casts Commands the Country farre and out he sets His Winter sides against Heavens threats Meane while a pleasant calme doth smooth the Lake The waves ' gainst one another breake Mild Thetis selfe with her own selfe finds sport And waters doe the waters court Through which a ship doth cut with pleasant gales Or nimble Barke with swelling sayles The large-fin'd Chrystall cattell as they goe Are forced whether they will or no With ready dragnet then with lines of haire They round the Lake or Nets more rare Rich Polla's stately house there shines and here Full stored Fish-ponds doe appeare The friendly Foords which toward the Sea doe lye Water Trebonian Vineyards by Here neat Aurelius farme looks gay chiefe Lord And Master of that healthfull Foord Whose water cures diseases whose quick springs Doe purge out all infectious things Where Flora makes the banks and gives the name To Fountaines proud of so much fame From lively stones perpetuall waters flow And wash the fields wheresoe're they goe Their father Tyber and their King they sound And flow to Rome with homage bound Nature doth purely there advance each part Not any place is help'd by Art As yet the virgin furrow th' Hills yet stand Untouch'd by any tender hand Chast Tethys Bacchus courts Thetis doth woo Bacchus againe and Ceres too Hence Evius cheerfull rises and doth twine With th' Elme that closely clings toth ' Vine With ' s plenteous horne he swells his locks hang by With flowing Clusters tangled lye Not Lesbos him nor the sweet smelling grace Of rich Campania's fruitfull race Delights the purple Grape not so faire showes In the Falernian sun that growes Hee 'l not preferre Faliscus sandy ground Nor Rhaetia that doth so abound The yellow Tilths of happy Cyprus hee Ne're lov'd so much nor Rhodos by As in his owne in his owne channells hee Hugging himselfe doth proudly lye Sole Empresse Ceres of the fertile lands Whose large possessions shee commands The fields with yellow waves doe ebbe and flow The ripe eares swim when winds doe blow No vapour here Heavens cleared face doth staine No clowdy fleece stretch'd out with raine The Northerne blasts are still and all at peace And the hoarse noise o' th' woods doth cease The stubborne Africke winds that use to stray About th' unruly sandy Sea Are all hush'd up and no Alarum sound To th' other winds entrenched round Onely the Evening faire a gentle gale Of winds that each year never faile The bright Sun darting through th' enlightned Ayre His beames doth guild the Moutaines cleare The houres drive on heav'ns torch that shine so bright And Phoebus father of the light With a peculiar influence bedewes The Hills all o're when night ensues The warme Favonian winds with whistling gale Doe merrily the boughs assaile And with their temperate breath and gentle noise Sweet pleasing slumbers softly raise The prattling Nests meane while no silence keep Their wandring guests ne're sleep To 's mate the Turtle ' mong'st the branches grones And with complaints breakes hardest stones The Nightingale the pleasant Groves about Refresheth with her warbling note Bewayles her losse to th' woods i' th' cruell fields ' Gainst Tereus her cryes shee yeilds And what the mournfull birds doe so complaine The shrill woods answer back againe The Oke the Alder tells the Poplar tree The Ash and that the Elme stands by The Groves rejoyce with th' Eccho they afford And tell them backe ev'n word for word Jordanus here hither thy selfe command Great Ruler of th' Oenotrian land Withdraw thy selfe from cares from all resort So cloy'd with ' Citie and with Court So full of great affaires at length thy breast Convey to thy domestick rest Here thou may'st passe thy Foord in gloomy shade On each side by thine owne trees made And
Father of the light Hath hewne from th' ecchoing rocks his thundring darts Hee hastens with such doubtfull starts But till I find thee I' le not cease nor rest But cry aloud Returne ô Christ And when with swifter speed thou fly'st away Returne againe ô Christ I' le say The tops of Lebanus so green and gay The faire tilths of Beshulia Encompasse thee old Salem's fruitfull Land Or else Capharnia low doth stand At length give o're thy sad and carefull flight Thou shalt not scape me th' evening bright With its so watchfull Centry thee'l betray And th' Moone with golden hornes doth stray By th' grones of the neglected shores I' le find Thee and by th' sighs o' th' Westerne wind Thee the night's watch the starrs that walke about With lively signes will point thee out Dirae in Herodem Ode 24. Lib. 2. THou Cursed off-spring of that sacred place Thou fatall monster of prodigious race A Libyan Lyonesse in some Affrick den Gave nourishment to thee thou shame of men Or mungrill Libard with a shee-Tiger hurl'd Thee with a mischiefe into th' hatefull world Heyre to the fury of thy Syre and damm Or some wild Wolfe left thee a naked shame Under a huge hard rock some angry storme From waves with things so full of divers forme For birds and beasts spew'd th' up a banefull prey The Marble quarry ' mid'st the raging Sea It 's rigid veynes from thy rough bosome drew Marble from those rocks hewne Deucalion threw Over Gaetulian fields Megaera first Fix'd th' in thy regall seat on thee accurst Then Tisiphon the Scepter did bestow And set the Diadem on thy savage brow And as thy princely Ivory of late Thou proudly lean'dst upon close by thee sate With stately columnes prop'd fell tyrannie Her Ensignes who through Palestine let fly And her black sword with bloudy trembling hand Did brandish round when straight at her command Hatreds and strifes appear'd murder and rage The horrid ruine of the new-borne age Shee drew along Tumultuous madness all The slaughter'd peoples unjust funerall Each famous kingdome inexhausted towne In a large streame of bloud by her o're-throwne Next followed Her the plaints and direfull grones Of sighing parents rob'd of their little ones Whole tydes of teares sobs and lamentings great And mourning in each corner of the street But if this show'r from this sad cause begun In too too narrow rivulets doth run Why doe revenging stormes so much delay To back the rayne what doth their fury stay Why doth the shaken sky with rustling noise Of the Sun's chariot bridle in the voice Of the slow thunder why the lightning stop From breaking through the clouds with hideous clap Those ayrie feather'd arrowes in the darke That stray why do they spare their cursed marke Acroceraunia with his three-fork'd flame And that huge Hill the Thracian Queen gave name Aemathia's craggy trembling rocks may passe Guiltlesse they have not sin'd at all alasse Unlesse their Marble with a prodigious birth This direfull Monster teem'd t'infest the earth Breake then the mountaines break yee lightnings Throw headlong downe ye fruitfull rocks of Kings May hee exspire oh may the murth ' rer fall Most execrable cruell tragicall Upon his kingdom's pile and flaming yew Let his high carkasse blaze the ayre anew May th' monster purge from his infectious breath The mocke of wrangling furyes and of death Oh breake your entrayles sluggish earth and downe Let the high ruins of the rocks be throwne ' Gainst which the waves o' th' raging Sea may rore And Nerens with his Quicksands Boyling o're Wee 're heard The climbing surges strike the stars And the big Ocean all her strength prepares Her foame and slimy mud sh' hath heap'd together Devouring waves toss'd with the worst of weather The firmament doth shake Hell so neere Through the earths large chinks which gapeth doth appear The shatt'red world now falls on 's impious head Goe Tyrant with thy death unpardoned Even Hell it selfe pollute possesse alone Cocytus and sulphureous Acheron Out of Solomons sacred Marriage Song Cant. 2. Stay me with flagons c. I charge O yee daughters of Jerusalem that yee stirre not up nor wake c. Behold hee commeth leaping upon the Mountaines c. ODE 25. LIB 2. STay mee with saffron underneath me set Full banks of Roses beds of violet Refresh mee with the choicest fruit and spread The whitest Lillies round about my head For the delay of the scene-pow're divine In sacred flames consumes this breast of mine Yee Daughters of that holy Citie yee Yee Sisters I 't is I that humbly pray O I intreat you by each Hind and Roe That straying o're the tops of Hills doe goe Yee stock of ancient Isaac yee that move With nimble foot through Lebanus sweet grove O're Carmels fragrant top yee Nymphs so faire The glory of the noble Hills that are Molest not my beloved with your cryes Amongst the twining Violets that lyes Doe not with claps of hands or noise of feet Awake her from her carefull slumbers yet Untill my Spouse of her owne selfe shall rise And wipe away the soft sleep from her eyes Untill the golden day-starre shall release All things from silent rest and gentle peace Behold from tops of yonder hills doth come The blessed off-spring of 's faire mothers womb The only issue of 's bright father too On the thick tops o' th' groves doth leaping goe The unshorne head of Lebanus so hye Hee leaps and the great backs of Mountaines by The stately dwellings of the woods hee skips And down again with nimble foot hee trips Like to a frighted and swift running Roe Beholding Lions in a vale below With an amazed haste and deep fetch'd breath Through uncouth places runs t' escape his death To Egnatius Nollius That we ought to be of an even and upright mind against the inconstancy of fortune Ode 4. Lib. 3. ARt thou blow'n on with gentle gale Or in rough waters forc'd to sayle Still conquer Fortune make but sports Of her and her uncertain Arts. Laughs shee turne bravely away thy face Weeps shee bring 't back with smiling grace When shee 's most busie be thou than Retyr'd and alwayes thine own man Thus close shut up thine owne free state Thou best mayst rule chiefe Magistrate When the fierce Fates shall most molest The serene palace of thy brest When light mischance thy fort or thee Shall visit meet it merrily Good luck and peace in that house stay Where mourning first hath led the way In dext'rous chance this hurt we see It makes us soft Extremity This prosperous hath wheresoe're it hits It hardens and for danger fits The griefe that hath been of such length Doth ' bate its violence and strength By bearing much make fortune free Shee learnes by custome light to be To Marcus Silicernius That those are the true riches which are fetch'd from the goods of the mind Ode 6. lib. 3. A Rash believer of their ticklish