Arms his Men long Piles and Jav'lins bore And Poles with pointed Steel their Foes in Battel gore Like Hercules himself his Son appears In Salvage Pomp a Lyon's Hide he wears About his Shoulders hangs the shaggy Skin The Teeth and gaping Jaws severely grin Thus like the God his Father homely drest He strides into the Hall a horrid Guest Then two Twin-Brothers from fair Tybur came Which from their Brother Tyburs took the Name Fierce Coras and Catillus void of Fear Arm'd Argive Horse they led and in the Front appear Like Cloud-born Centaurs from the Mountain's height With rapid Course descending to the Fight They rush along the ratling Woods give way The Branches bend before their sweepy Sway. Nor was Praeneste's Founder wanting there Whom Fame reports the Son of Mulciber Found in the Fire and foster'd in the Plains A Shepherd and a King at once he reigns And leads to Turnus Aid his Country Swains His own Praeneste sends a chosen Band With those who plough Saturnia's Gabine Land Besides the Succour which cold Anien yields The Rocks of Hernicus and rosie Fields Anagnia fat and Father Amasene A num'rous Rout but all of naked Men Nor Arms they wear nor Swords and Bucklers wield Nor drive the Chariot thro' the dusty Field But whirle from Leathern Slings huge Balls of Lead And Spoils of yellow Wolves adorn their Head The Left Foot naked when they march to fight But in a Bull 's raw Hide they sheath the Right Messapus next great Neptune was his Sire Secure of Steel and fated from the Fire In Pomp appears And with his Ardour warms A heartless Train unexercis'd in Arms The just Faliscans he to Battel brings And those who live where Lake Ciminia springs And where Feronia's Grove and Temple stands Who till Fescennian or Flavinian Lands All these in order march and marching sing The warlike Actions of their Sea-born King Like a long Team of Snowy Swans on high Which clap their Wings and cleave the liquid Sky When homeward from their wat'ry Pastures born They sing and Asia's Lakes their Notes return Not one who heard their Musick from afar Wou'd think these Troops an Army train'd to War But Flocks of Fowl that when the Tempests roar With their hoarse gabling seek the silent Shoar Then Clausus came who led a num'rous Band Of Troops embody'd from the Sabine Land And in himself alone an Army brought 'T was he the noble Claudian Race begot The Claudian Race ordain'd in times to come To share the Greatness of Imperial Rome He led the Cures forth of old Renown Mutuscans from their Olive-bearing Town And all th' Eretian Pow'rs Besides a Band That follow'd from Velinum's dewy Land And Amiternian Troops of mighty Fame And Mountaineers that from Severus came And from the craggy Cliffs of Tetrica And those where yellow Tyber takes his way And where Himella's wanton Waters play Casperia sends her Arms with those that lye By Fabaris and fruitful Foruli The warlike Aids of Horta next appear And the cold Nursians come to close the Reer Mix'd with the Natives born of Latine Blood Whom Allia washes with her fatal Flood Not thicker Billows beat the Lybian Main When pale Orion sets in wint'ry Rain Not thicker Harvests on rich Hermus rise Or Lycian Fields when Phoebus burns the Skies Than stand these Troops Their Bucklers ring around Their Trampling turns the Turf and shakes the solid Ground High in his Chariot then Halesus came A Foe by Birth to Troy's unhappy Name From Agamemnon born to Turnus Aid A thousand Men the youthful Heroe led Who till the Massick Soil for Wine renown'd And fierce Auruncans from their Hilly Ground And those who live by Sidicinian Shores And where with shoaly Foords Vulturnus roars Cales and Osca's old Inhabitants And rough Saticulans inur'd to Wants Light demi-Launces from afar they throw Fasten'd with Leathern Thongs to gaul the Foe Short crooked Swords in closer Fight they wear And on their warding Arm light Bucklers bear Nor Oebalus shalt thou be left unsung From Nymph Semethis and old Telon sprung Who then in Teleboan Capri reign'd But that short Isle th' ambitious Youth disdain'd And o're Campagnia stretch'd his ample Sway Where swelling Sarnus seeks the Tyrrhene Sea O're Batulum and where Abella sees From her high Tow'rs the Harvest of her Trees All these as was the Teuton use of old Wield Brazen Swords and Brazen Bucklers hold Sling weighty Stones when from afar they fight Their Casques are Cork a Covering thick and light Next these in Rank the warlike Ufens went And led the Mountain Troops that Nursia sent The rude Equicolae his Rule obey'd Hunting their Sport and Plund'ring was their Trade In Arms they plough'd to Battel still prepar'd Their Soil was barren and their Hearts were hard Umbro the Priest the proud Marrubians led By King Archippus sent to Turnus aid And peaceful Olives crown'd his hoary head His Wand and holy Words the Viper's rage And venom'd wounds of Serpents cou'd asswage He when he pleas'd with powerful Juice to steep Their Temples shut their Eyes in pleasing Sleep But vain were Marsian Herbs and Magick Art To cure the Wound giv'n by the Dardan Dart. Yet his untimely Fate th' Angitian Woods In sighs remurmur'd to the Fucine Floods The Son of fam'd Hippolitus was there Fam'd as his Sire and as his Mother fair Whom in Egerian Groves Aricia bore And nurs'd his Youth along the Marshy Shore Where great Diana's peaceful Altars flame In fruitful Fields and Virbius was his Name Hippolitus as old Records have said Was by his Stepdam sought to share her Bed But when no Female Arts his Mind cou'd move She turn'd to furious Hate her impious Love Torn by Wild Horses on the sandy Shore Another's Crimes th' unhappy Hunter bore Glutting his Father's Eyes with guiltless gore But chast Diana who his death deplor'd With Aesculapian Herbs his life restor'd Then Jove who saw from high with just disdain The dead inspir'd with Vital Breath again Struck to the Center with his flaming Dart Th' unhappy Founder of the Godlike Art But Trivia kept in secret Shades alone Her care Hippolitus to Fate unknown And call'd him Virbius in th' Egerian Grove Where then he liv'd obscure but safe from Jove For this from Trivia's Temple and her Wood Are Coursers driv'n who shed their Master's Blood Affrighted by the Monsters of the Flood His Son the Second Virbius yet retain'd His Fathers Art and Warrior Steeds he rein'd Amid the Troops and like the leading God High o're the rest in Arms the Graceful Turnus rode A triple Pile of Plumes his Crest adorn'd On which with belching Flames Chimaera burn'd The more the Winds his kindled Course inspire The more with fury burn'd the blazing Fire Fair Io grac'd his Shield but Io now With Horns exalted stands and seems to lowe A noble charge her Keeper by her side To watch her Walks his hundred Eyes apply'd And on the Brims her Sire the wat'ry God
the running Flood Supply'd their Thirst the Trees supply'd their Food Then Saturn came who fled the Pow'r of Jove Robb'd of his Realms and banish'd from above To the Hon ble Robert Bruce Second son to Robert late Earle of Ailesbury The Men dispers'd on Hills to Towns he brought And Laws ordain'd and Civil Customs taught And Latium call'd the Land where safe he lay From his Unduteous Son and his Usurping Sway. With his mild Empire Peace and Plenty came And hence the Golden Times deriv'd their name A more degenerate and discolour'd Age Succeeded this with Avarice and Rage Th' Ausonians then and bold Sicanians came And Saturn's Empire often chang'd the name Then Kings Gygantick Tybris and the rest With Arbitrary Sway the Land oppress'd For Tybers flood was Albula before Till from the Tyrants Fate his name it bore I last arriv'd driv'n from my native home By Fortune's Pow'r and Fate 's resistless Doom Long toss'd on Seas I sought this happy Land Warn'd by my Mother Nymph and call'd by Heav'ns Command Thus walking on he spoke and shew'd the Gate Since call'd Carmental by the Roman State Where stood an Altar Sacred to the Name Of old Carmenta the Prophetick Dame Who to her Son foretold th' Aenean Race Sublime in Fame and Rome's Imperial Place Then shews the Forest which in after times Fierce Romulus for perpetrated Crimes A Sacred Refuge made with this the Shrine Where Pan below the Rock had Rites Divine Then tells of Argus death his murder'd Guest Whose Grave and Tomb his Innocence attest Thence to the steep Tarpeian Rock he leads Now Roof'd with Gold then thatch'd with homely Reeds A Reverent fear such Superstition reigns Among the rude ev'n then possess'd the Swains Some God they knew what God they cou'd not tell Did there amidst the sacred horrour dwell Th' Arcadians thought him Jove and said they saw The mighty Thund'rer with Majestick awe Who shook his Shield and dealt his Bolts around And scatter'd Tempests on the teeming Ground Then saw two heaps of Ruins once they stood Two stately Towns on either side the Flood Saturnia's and Janicula's Remains And either place the Founder's Name retains Discoursing thus together they resort Where poor Evander kept his Country Court They view'd the ground of Rome's litigious Hall Once Oxen low'd where now the Lawyers bawl Then stooping through the Narrow Gate they press'd When thus the King bespoke his Trojan Guest Mean as it is this Palace and this Door Receiv'd Alcides then a Conquerour Dare to be poor accept our homely Food Which feasted him and emulate a God Then underneath a lowly Roof he led The weary Prince and laid him on a Bed The stuffing Leaves which Hides of Bears o'respread Now Night had shed her silver Dews around And with her sable Wings embrac'd the Ground When Love's fair Goddess anxious for her Son New Tumults rising and new Wars begun Couch'd with her Husband in his Golden Bed With these alluring Words invokes his aid And that her pleasing Speech his Mind may move Inspires each accent with the Charms of Love While Cruel Fate conspir'd with Grecian Pow'rs To level with the Ground the Trojan Tow'rs I ask'd not Aid th' unhappy to restore Nor did the Succour of thy Skill implore Nor urg'd the Labours of my Lord in vain A sinking Empire longer to sustain Tho' much I ow'd to Priam's House and more The Dangers of Aeneas did deplore But now by Jove's Command and Fates Decree His Race is doom'd to reign in Italy With humble Suit I beg thy needful Art O still propitious Pow'r that rules my Heart A Mother kneels a suppliant for her Son By Thetis and Aurora thou wert won To forge impenetrable Shields and grace With fated Arms a less illustrious Race Behold what haughty Nations are combin'd Against the Relicks of the Phrygian Kind With Fire and Sword my People to destroy And conquer Venus twice in conqu'ring Troy She said and strait her Arms of snowy hue About her unresolving Husband threw Her soft Embraces soon infuse Desire His Bones and Marrow sudden Warmth inspire And all the Godhead feels the wonted Fire Not half so swift the ratling Thunder flies Or forky Lightnings flash along the Skies The Goddess proud of her successful Wiles And conscious of her Form in secret Smiles Then thus the Pow'r obnoxious to her Charms Panting and half dissolving in her Arms Why seek you Reasons for a Cause so just Or your own Beauties or my Love distrust Long since had you requir'd my helpful Hand Th' Artificer and Art you might command To labour Arms for Troy Nor Jove nor Fate Confin'd their Empire to so short a Date And if you now desire new Wars to wage My Skill I promise and my Pains engage Whatever melting Metals can conspire Or breathing Bellows or the forming Fire Is freely yours Your anxious Fears remove And think no Task is difficult to Love Trembling he spoke and eager of her Charms He snatch'd the willing Goddess to his Arms 'Till in her Lap infus'd he lay possess'd Of full Desire and sunk to pleasing Rest Now when the Night her middle race had rode And his first Slumber had refresh'd the God The time when early Housewifes leave the Bed And living Embers on the Hearth they spred Supply the Lamp and call the Maids to rise With yawning Mouths and with half open'd Eyes They ply the Distaff by the winking Light And to their daily Labour add the Night Thus frugally they earn their Childrens Bread And uncorrupted keep the Nuptial Bed Not less concern'd nor at a later Hour Rose from his downy Couch the forging Pow'r Sacred to Vulcan's Name an Isle there lay Betwixt Sicilia's Coasts and Lipare Rais'd high on smoaking Rocks and deep below In hollow Caves the Fires of Aetna glow The Cyclops here their heavy Hammers deal Loud Strokes and hissings of tormented Steel Are heard around The boyling Waters roar And smoaky Flames thro' fuming Tunnels soar Hether the Father of the Fire by Night Through the brown Air precipitates his Flight To Christopher Rich of Grays Inn Esq AE 8. l 560 On their Eternal Anvils here he found The Brethren beating and the Blows go round A load of pointless Thunder now there lies Before their Hands to ripen for the Skies These Darts for angry Jove they dayly cast Consum'd on Mortals with prodigious waste Three Rays of writhen Rain of Fire three more Of winged Southern Winds and cloudy Store As many parts the dreadful Mixture frame And Fears are added and avenging Flame Inferior Ministers for Mars repair His broken Axeltrees and blunted War And send him forth agen with furbish'd Arms To wake the lazy War with Trumpets loud Alarms The rest refresh the scaly Snakes that fold The Shield of Pallas and renew their Gold Full on the Crest the Gorgon's Head they place With Eyes that rowl in Death and with distorted Face My Sons said Vulcan set your Tasks aside Your Strength and
weak Relief Of Oaken Twigs they twist an easie Bier Then on their Shoulders the sad Burden rear The Body on this Rural Herse is born Strewd Leaves and Funeral Greens the Bier adorn All pale he lies and looks a lovely Flow'r New cropt by Virgin Hands to dress the Bow'r Unfaded yet but yet unfed below No more to Mother Earth or the green Stem shall owe. Then two fair Vests of wond'rous Work and Cost Of Purple woven and with Gold emboss'd For Ornament the Trojan Heroe brought Which with her Hands Sidonian Dido wrought One Vest array'd the Corps and one they spread O're his clos'd Eyes and wrap'd around his Head That when the yellow Hair in Flame shou'd fall The catching Fire might burn the Golden Caul Besides the Spoils of Foes in Battel slain When he descended on the Latian Plain Arms Trappings Horses by the Herse are led In long Array th' Atchievments of the Dead Then pinion'd with their hands behind appear Th' unhappy Captives marching in the Rear Appointed Off'rings in the Victor's Name To sprinkle with their Blood the Fun'ral Flame Inferior Trophees by the Chiefs are born Gantlets and Helms their heads and hands adorn And fair Inscriptions fix'd and Titles read Of Latian Leaders conquer'd by the Dead Acaetes on his Pupil's Corps attends With feeble Steps supported by his Friends Pausing at ev'ry Pace in Sorrow drown'd Betwixt their Arms he sinks upon the Ground Where grov'ling while he lies in deep Despair He beats his Breast and rends his hoary Hair The Champion's Chariot next is seen to rowl Besmear'd with hostile blood and honourably foul To close the Pomp Aethon the Steed of State Is led the Fun'rals of his Lord to wait Stripp'd of his Trappings with a sullen Pace He walks and the big Tears run rolling down his Face The Lance of Pallas and the Crimson Crest Are born behind the Victor seiz'd the rest The March begins The Trumpets hoarsly sound The Pikes and Lances trail along the Ground Thus while the Trojan and Arcadian Horse To Pallantean Tow'rs direct their Course In long Procession rank'd the pious Chief Stop'd in the Rear and gave a vent to Grief The publick Care he said which War attends Diverts our present Woes at least suspends Peace with the Manes of great Pallas dwell Hail holy Relicks and a last farewel He said no more but inly though he mourn'd Restrain'd his Tears and to the Camp return'd Now Suppliants from Laurentum sent demand A Truce with Olive Branches in their hand Obtest his Clemency and from the Plain Beg leave to draw the Bodies of their slain They plead that none those common Rites deny To conquer'd Foes that in fair Battel dye All cause of Hate was ended in their Death Nor cou'd he War with Bodies void of Breath A King they hop'd wou'd hear a King's Request Whose Son he once was call'd and once his Guest Their Suit which was too just to be deny'd The Heroe grants and farther thus reply'd O Latian Princes how severe a Fate In causeless Quarrels has involv'd your State And arm'd against an unoffending Man Who sought your Friendship e're the War began You beg a Truce which I wou'd gladly give Not only for the slain but those who live I came not hether but by Heav'n's Command And sent by Fate to share the Latian Land Nor wage I Wars unjust your King deny'd My proffer'd Friendship and my promis'd Bride Left me for Turnus Turnus then should try His Cause in Arms to Conquer or to dye My Right and his are in dispute The slain Fell without fault our Quarrel to maintain In equal Arms let us alone contend And let him vanquish whom his Fates befriend This is the way so tell him to possess The Royal Virgin and restore the Peace Bear this my Message back with ample leave That your slain Friends may Fun'ral Rites receive Thus having said th' Embassadors amaz'd Stood mute a while and on each other gaz'd Drances their Chief who harbour'd in his Breast Long hate to Turnus as his Foe profess'd Broke silence first and to the Godlike Man With graceful action bowing thus began Auspicious Prince in Arms a mighty Name But yet whose Actions far transcend your Fame Wou'd I your Justice or your Force express Thought can but equal and all Words are less Your Answer we shall thankfully relate And Favours granted to the Latian State If wish'd Success our Labour shall attend Think Peace concluded and the King your Friend Let Turnus leave the Realm to your Command And seek Alliance in some other Land Build you the City which your Fates assign We shall be proud in the great Work to join Thus Drances and his Words so well perswade The rest impower'd that soon a Truce is made Twelve days the term allow'd And during those Latians and Trojans now no longer Foes Mix'd in the Woods for Fun'ral Piles prepare To fell the Timber and forget the War Loud Axes thro' the groaning Groves resound Oak Mountain Ash and Poplar spread the Ground Firrs fall from high And some the Trunks receive In Loaden Wains with Wedges some they cleave And now the Fatal News by Fame is blown Thro' the short Circuit of th' Arcadian Town Of Pallas slain By Fame which just before His Triumphs on distended Pinions bore Rushing from out the Gate the People stand Each with a Fun'ral Flambeau in his hand Wildly they stare distracted with amaze The Fields are lighten'd with a fiery blaze That cast a sullen Splendor on their Friends The marching Troop which their dead Prince attends Both Parties meet They raise a doleful Cry The Matrons from the Walls with shrieks reply And their mix'd mourning rends the vaulted Sky The Town is fill'd with Tumult and with Tears Till the loud Clamours reach Evander's Ears Forgetful of his State he runs along With a disorder'd pace and cleaves the Throng To Sr. Walter Kirkham Blount of Sodington in the County of Worcester Bart. AE 11. l. 215 Falls on the Corps and groaning there he lies With silent Grief that speaks but at his Eyes Short Sighs and Sobs succeed 'till Sorrow breaks A Passage and at once he weeps and speaks O Pallas thou hast fail'd thy plighted Word To fight with Caution not to tempt the Sword I warn'd thee but in vain for well I knew What Perils youthful Ardour wou'd pursue That boiling Blood wou'd carry thee too far Young as thou wert in Dangers raw to War O curst Essay of Arms disast'rous Doom Prelude of bloody Fields and Fights to come Hard Elements of unauspicious War Vain Vows to Heav'n and unavailing Care Thrice happy thou dear Partner of my Bed Whose holy Soul the Stroke of Fortune fled Praescious of Ills and leaving me behind To drink the Dregs of Life by Fate assign'd Beyond the Goal of Nature I have gon My Pallas late set out but reach'd too soon If for my League against th' Ausonian State Amidst their Weapons I had found my Fate
a pleasing Look Made this return Ausonian Race of old Renown'd for Peace and for an Age of Gold What Madness has your alter'd Minds possess'd To change for War hereditary Rest Sollicite Arms unknown and tempt the Sword A needless Ill your Ancestors abhorr'd We for my self I speak and all the Name Of Grecians who to Troy's Destruction came Omitting those who were in Battel slain Or born by rowling Simois to the Main Not one but suffer'd and too dearly bought The Prize of Honour which in Arms he sought Some doom'd to Death and some in Exile driv'n Out-casts abandon'd by the Care of Heav'n So worn so wretched so despis'd a Crew As ev'n old Priam might with Pity view Witness the Vessels by Minerva toss'd In Storms the vengeful Capharaean Coast Th' Eubaean Rocks The Prince whose Brother led Our Armies to revenge his injur'd Bed In Egypt lost Ulysses with his Men Have seen Charybdis and the Cyclops Den Why shou'd I name Idomeneus in vain Restor'd to Scepters and expell'd again Or young Achilles by his Rival slain Ev'n he the King of Men the foremost Name Of all the Greeks and most renown'd by Fame The proud Revenger of another's Wife Yet by his own Adult'ress lost his Life Fell at his Threshold and the Spoils of Troy The foul Polluters of his Bed enjoy The Gods have envy'd me the sweets of Life My much lov'd Country and my more lov'd Wife Banish'd from both I mourn while in the Sky Transform'd to Birds my lost Companions fly Hov'ring about the Coasts they make their Moan And cuff the Cliffs with Pinions not their own What squalid Spectres in the dead of Night Break my short Sleep and skim before my sight I might have promis'd to my self those Harms Mad as I was when I with Mortal Arms Presum'd against Immortal Pow'rs to move And violate with Wounds the Queen of Love Such Arms this Hand shall never more employ No Hate remains with me to ruin'd Troy I war not with its Dust nor am I glad To think of past Events or good or bad Your Presents I return What e're you bring To buy my Friendship send the Trojan King We met in fight I know him to my Cost With what a whirling force his Lance he toss'd Heav'ns what a spring was in his Arm to throw How high he held his Shield and rose at ev'ry blow Had Troy produc'd two more his Match in Might They would have chang'd the Fortune of the Fight Th' Invasion of the Greeks had been return'd Our Empire wasted and our Cities burn'd The long Defence the Trojan People made The War protracted and the Siege delay'd Were due to Hector's and this Heroe's hand Both brave alike and equal in Command Aeneas not inferior in the Field In pious reverence to the Gods excell'd Make peace ye Latians and avoid with Care Th' impending Dangers of a fatal War He said no more but with this cold Excuse Refus'd th' Alliance and advis'd a Truce Thus Venulus concluded his Report A Jarring Murmur fill'd the factious Court As when a Torrent rowls with rapid force And dashes o're the Stones that stop the Course The Flood constrain'd within a scanty space Roars horrible along th' uneasie race White foam in gath'ring Eddies floats around The rocky Shores rebellow to the sound The Murmur ceas'd Then from his lofty Throne The King invok'd the Gods and thus begun I wish ye Latins what we now debate Had been resolv'd before it was too late Much better had it been for you and me Unforc'd by this our last Necessity To have been earlier wise than now to call A Council when the Foe surrounds the Wall O Citizens we wage unequal War With men not only Heav'n's peculiar Care But Heav'n's own Race Unconquer'd in the Field Or Conquer'd yet unknowing how to yield What Hopes you had in Diomede lay down Our Hopes must center on our selves alone Yet those how feeble and indeed how vain You see too well nor need my Words explain Vanquish'd without ressource laid flat by Fate Factions within a Foe without the Gate Not but I grant that all perform'd their parts With manly Force and with undaunted Hearts With our united Strength the War we wag'd With equal Numbers equal Arms engag'd You see th' Event Now hear what I propose To save our Friends and satisfie our Foes A Tract of Land the Latins have possess'd Along the Tyber stretching to the West Which now Rutulians and Auruncans till And their mix'd Cattle graze the fruitful Hill Those Mountains fill'd with Firs that lower Land If you consent the Trojan shall Command Call'd into part of what is ours and there On terms agreed the common Country share There let 'em build and settle if they please Unless they chuse once more to cross the Seas In search of Seats remote from Italy And from unwelcome Inmates set us free Then twice ten Gallies let us build with Speed Or twice as many more if more they need Materials are at hand A well-grown Wood Runs equal with the Margin of the Flood Let them the Number and the Form assign The Care and Cost of all the Stores be mine To treat the Peace a hundred Senators Shall be commission'd hence with ample Pow'rs With Olive crown'd The Presents they shall bear A Purple Robe a Royal Iv'ry Chair And all the marks of Sway that Latian Monarchs wear And Sums of Gold Among your selves debate This great Affair and save the sinking State Then Drances took the word who grudg'd long since The rising Glories of the Daunian Prince Factious and rich bold at the Council Board But cautious in the Field he shun'd the Sword A closs Caballer and Tongue-valiant Lord. Noble his Mother was and near the Throne But what his Father's Parentage unknown He rose and took th' Advantage of the Times To load young Turnus with invidious Crimes Such Truths O King said he your Words contain As strike the Sence and all Replies are vain Nor are your Loyal Subjects now to seek What common Needs require but fear to speak Let him give leave of Speech that haughty Man Whose Pride this unauspicious War began For whose Ambition let me dare to say Fear set apart tho' Death is in my Way The Plains of Latium run with Blood arround So many Valiant Heros bite the Ground Dejected Grief in ev'ry Face appears A Town in Mourning and a Land in Tears While he th' undoubted Author of our Harms The Man who menaces the Gods with Arms Yet after all his Boasts forsook the Fight And sought his safety in ignoble Flight Now best of Kings since you propose to send Such bounteous Presents to your Trojan Friend Add yet a greater at our joint Request One which he values more than all the rest Give him the fair Lavinia for his Bride With that Alliance let the League be ty'd And for the bleeding Land a lasting Peace provide Let Insolence no longer awe the Throne But with a Father's
Are mine not his by fatal Lot to me The liquid Empire fell and Trident of the Sea His Pow'r to hollow Caverns is confin'd There let him reign the Jailor of the Wind With hoarse Commands his breathing Subjects call And boast and bluster in his empty Hall He spoke And while he spoke he smooth'd the Sea Dispell'd the Darkness and restor'd the Day Cymothoe Triton and the Sea-green Train Of beauteous Nymphs the Daughters of the Main Clear from the Rocks the Vessels with their hands The God himself with ready Trident stands And opes the Deep and spreads the moving sands Then heaves them off the sholes where e're he guides His finny Coursers and in Triumph rides The Waves unruffle and the Sea subsides As when in Tumults rise th' ignoble Crow'd Mad are their Motions and their Tongues are loud And Stones and Brands in ratling Vollies fly And all the Rustick Arms that Fury can supply If then some grave and Pious Man appear They hush their Noise and lend a list'ning Ear He sooths with sober Words their angry Mood And quenches their innate Desire of Blood So when the Father of the Flood appears And o're the Seas his Sov'raign Trident rears Their Fury falls He skims the liquid Plains High on his Chariot and with loosen'd Reins Majestick moves along and awful Peace maintains The weary Trojans ply their shatter'd Oars To nearest Land and make the Lybian Shoars Within a long Recess there lies a Bay An Island shades it from the rowling Sea And forms a Port secure for Ships to ride Broke by the jutting Land on either side In double Streams the briny Waters glide Betwixt two rows of Rocks a Sylvan Scene Appears above and Groves for ever green A Grott is form'd beneath with Mossy Seats To rest the Nereids and exclude the Heats Down thro' the Cranies of the living Walls The Crystal Streams descend in murm'ring Falls No Haulsers need to bind the Vessels here Nor bearded Anchors for no Storms they fear Sev'n Ships within this happy Harbour meet The thin Remainders of the scatter'd Fleet. The Trojans worn with Toils and spent with Woes Leap on the welcome Land and seek their wish'd Repose First good Achates with repeated stroaks Of clashing Flints their hidden Fire provokes Short Flame succeeds a Bed of wither'd Leaves The dying Sparkles in their Fall receives Caught into Life in smoaking Fumes they rise And fed with stronger Food invade the Skies The Trojans dropping wet or stand around The chearful blaze or lye along the Ground Some dry their Corn infected with the Brine Then grind with Marbles and prepare to dine Aeneas climbs the Mountain's airy Brow And takes a Prospect of the Seas below If Capys thence or Antheus he cou'd spy Or see the Streamers of Caicus fly No Vessels were in view But on the Plain Three beamy Stags command a Lordly Train Of branching Heads the more ignoble Throng Attend their stately Steps and slowly graze along He stood and while secure they fed below He took the Quiver and the trusty Bow Achates us'd to bear the Leaders first He laid along and then the Vulgar pierc'd Nor ceas'd his Arrows 'till the shady Plain Sev'n mighty Bodies with their Blood distain For the sev'n Ships he made an equal Share And to the Port return'd Triumphant from the War The Jarrs of gen'rous Wine Acestes Gist When his Trinacrian Shoars the Navy left He set abroach and for the Feast prepar'd In equal Portions with the Ven'son shar'd Thus while he dealt it round the pious Chief With chearful Words allay'd the common Grief Endure and conquer Jove will soon dispose To future Good our past and present Woes With me the Rocks of Scylla you have try'd Th' inhuman Cyclops and his Den defy'd What greater Ills hereafter can you bear Resume your Courage and dismiss your Care An Hour will come with Pleasure to relate Your Sorrows past as Benefits of Fate Through various Hazards and Events we move To Latium and the Realms foredoom'd by Jove Call'd to the Seat the Promise of the Skies Where Trojan Kingdoms once again may rise Endure the Hardships of your present State Live and reserve your selves for better Fate These Words he spoke but spoke not from his Heart His outward Smiles conceal'd his inward Smart The jolly Crew unmindful of the past The Quarry share their plenteous Dinner haste Some strip the Skin some portion out the Spoil The Limbs yet trembling in the Cauldrons boyl Some on the Fire the reeking Entrails broil Stretch'd on the grassy Turf at ease they dine Restore their Strength with Meat and chear their Souls with Wine Their Hunger thus appeas'd their Care attends The doubtful Fortune of their absent Friends Alternate Hopes and Fears their Minds possess Whether to deem 'em dead or in Distress Above the rest Aeneas mourns the Fate Of brave Orontes and th' uncertain State Of Gyas Lycus and of Amycus The Day but not their Sorrows ended thus When from aloft Almighty Jove surveys Earth Air and Shoars and navigable Seas At length on Lybian Realms he fix'd his Eyes Whom pond'ring thus on Human Miseries When Venus saw she with a lowly Look Not free from Tears her Heav'nly Sire bespoke O King of Gods and Men whose awful Hand Disperses Thunder on the Seas and Land Disposing all with absolute Command To her Royall Highness the Princess Anne of Denmark AE 1. l. 295 To her Grace Mary Dutchess of Ormond How cou'd my Pious Son thy Pow'r incense Or what alas is vanish'd Troy's Offence Our hope of Italy not only lost On various Seas by various Tempests tost But shut from ev'ry Shoar and barr'd from ev'ry Coast You promis'd once a Progeny Divine Of Romans rising from the Trojan Line In after-times shou'd hold the World in awe And to the Land and Ocean give the Law How is your Doom revers'd which eas'd my Care When Troy was ruin'd in that cruel War Then Fates to Fates I cou'd oppose but now When Fortune still pursues her former Blow What can I hope what worse can still succeed What end of Labours has your Will decreed Antenor from the midst of Grecian Hosts Could pass secure and pierce th' Illyrian Coasts Where rowling down the Steep Timavus raves And through nine Channels disembogues his Waves At length he founded Padua's happy Seat And gave his Trojans a secure Retreat There fix'd their Arms and there renew'd their Name And there in Quiet rules and crown'd with Fame But we descended from your sacred Line Entitled to your Heav'n and Rites Divine Are banish'd Earth and for the Wrath of one Remov'd from Latium and the promis'd Throne Are these our Scepters These our due Rewards And is it thus that Jove his plighted Faith regards To whom the Father of th' immortal Race Smiling with that serene indulgent Face With which he drives the Clouds and clears the Skies First gave a holy Kiss then thus replies Daughter dismiss thy Fears To thy desire The Fates
where from far your Eyes May view the Turrets of new Carthage rise There bought a space of Ground which Byrsa call'd From the Bulls hide they first inclos'd and wall'd But whence are you what Country claims your Birth What seek you Strangers on our Lybian Earth To whom with sorrow streaming from his Eyes And deeply sighing thus her Son replyes Cou'd you with Patience hear or I relate O Nymph the tedious Annals of our Fate Thro' such a train of Woes if I shou'd run The day wou'd sooner than the Tale be done From ancient Troy by Force expell'd we came If you by chance have heard the Trojan Name On various Seas by various Tempests tost At length we landed on your Lybian Coast The Good Aeneas am I call'd a Name While Fortune favour'd not unknown to Fame My houshold Gods Companions of my Woes With pious Care I rescu'd from our Foes To fruitful Italy my Course was bent And from the King of Heav'n is my Descent With twice ten Sail I crost the Phrygian Sea Fate and my Mother Goddess led my Way Scarce sev'n the thin Remainders of my Fleet From Storms preserv'd within your Harbour meet My self distress'd an Exile and unknown Debarr'd from Europe and from Asia thrown In Lybian Desarts wander thus alone His tender Parent could no longer bear But interposing sought to sooth his Care Who e're you are not unbelov'd by Heav'n Since on our friendly Shoar your Ships are driv'n Have Courage To the Gods permit the rest And to the Queen expose your just Request Now take this earnest of Success for more Your scatter'd Fleet is join'd upon the Shoar The Winds are chang'd your Friends from danger free Or I renounce my Skill in Augury Twelve Swans behold in beauteous order move And stoop with closing Pinions from above Whom late the Bird of Jove had driv'n along And through the Clouds pursu'd the scatt'ring Throng Now all united in a goodly Team They skim the Ground and seek the quiet Stream As they with Joy returning clap their Wings And ride the Circuit of the Skies in Rings Not otherwise your Ships and ev'ry Friend Already hold the Port or with swift Sails descend No more Advice is needful but pursue The Path before you and the Town in view Thus having said she turn'd and made appear Her Neck refulgent and dishevel'd Hair Which flowing from her Shoulders reach'd the Ground And widely spread Ambrosial Scents around In length of Train descends her sweeping Gown And by her graceful Walk the Queen of Love is known The Prince pursu'd the parting Deity With Words like these Ah! whither do you fly Unkind and cruel to deceive your Son In borrow'd Shapes and his Embrace to shun Never to bless my Sight but thus unknown And still to speak in Accents not your own Against the Goddess these Complaints he made But took the Path and her Commands obey'd They march obscure for Venus kindly shrowds With Mists their Persons and involves in Clouds That thus unseen their Passage none might stay Or force to tell the Causes of their Way This part perform'd the Goddess flies sublime To visit Paphos and her native Clime Where Garlands ever green and ever fair With Vows are offer'd and with solemn Pray'r A hundred Altars in her Temple Smoke A thousand bleeding Hearts her Pow'r invoke They climb the next Ascent and looking down Now at a nearer Distance view the Town The Prince with Wonder sees the stately Tow'rs Which late were Huts and Shepherd's homely Bow'rs The Gates and Streets and hears from ev'ry part The Noise and buisy Concourse of the Mart. The toiling Tyrians on each other call To ply their Labour Some extend the Wall Some build the Citadel the brawny Throng Or dig or push unweildy Stones along Some for their Dwellings chuse a Spot of Ground Which first design'd with Ditches they surround Some Laws ordain and some attend the Choice Of holy Senates and elect by Voice Here some design a Mole while others there Lay deep Foundations for a Theatre From Marble Quarries mighty Columns hew For Ornaments of Scenes and future view Such is their Toyl and such their buisy Pains As exercise the Bees in flow'ry Plains When Winter past and Summer scarce begun Invites them forth to labour in the Sun Some lead their Youth abroad while some condense Their liquid Store and some in Cells dispence Some at the Gate stand ready to receive The Golden Burthen and their Friends relieve All with united Force combine to drive The lazy Drones from the laborious Hive With Envy stung they view each others Deeds The fragrant Work with Diligence proceeds Thrice happy you whose Walls already rise Aeneas said and view'd with lifted Eyes Their lofty Tow'rs then ent'ring at the Gate Conceal'd in Clouds prodigious to relate He mix'd unmark'd among the buisy Throng Born by the Tide and pass'd unseen along Full in the Centre of the Town there stood Thick set with Trees a venerable Wood The Tyrians landing near this holy Ground And digging here a prosp'rous Omen found From under Earth a Courser's Head they drew Their Growth and future Fortune to foreshew This fatal Sign their Foundress Juno gave Of a Soil fruitful and a People brave Sidonian Dido here with solemn State Did Juno's Temple build and consecrate Enrich'd with Gifts and with a Golden Shrine But more the Goddess made the Place Divine On Brazen Steps the Marble Threshold rose And brazen Plates the Cedar Beams inclose The Rafters are with brazen Cov'rings crown'd The lofty Doors on brazen Hinges sound What first Aeneas in this place beheld Reviv'd his Courage and his Fear expel'd For while expecting there the Queen he rais'd His wond'ring Eyes and round the Temple gaz'd Admir'd the Fortune of the rising Town The striving Artists and their Arts renown He saw in order painted on the Wall Whatever did unhappy Troy befall The Wars that Fate around the World had blown All to the Life and ev'ry Leader known There Agamemnon Priam here he spies And fierce Achilles who both Kings defies He stop'd and weeping said O Friend ev'n here The Monuments of Trojan Woes appear Our known Disasters fill ev'n foreign Lands See there where old unhappy Priam stands Ev'n the Mute Walls relate the Warrior's Fame And Trojan Griefs the Tyrians Pity claim He said his Tears a ready Passage find Devouring what he saw so well design'd And with an empty Picture fed his Mind For there he saw the fainting Grecians yield And here the trembling Trojans quit the Field Pursu'd by fierce Achilles through the Plain On his high Chariot driving o're the Slain The Tents of Rhesus next his Grief renew By their white Sails betray'd to nightly view And wakesul Diomede whose cruel Sword The Centries slew nor spar'd their slumb'ring Lord. Then took the fiery Steeds e're yet the Food Of Troy they taste or drink the Xanthian Flood Elsewhere he saw where Troilus defy'd Achilles and unequal Combat try'd
pass the Stygian Lake and view the neather Skies Now mark the Signs of future Ease and Rest And bear them safely treasur'd in thy Breast When in the shady Shelter of a Wood And near the Margin of a gentle Flood Thou shalt behold a Sow upon the Ground With thirty sucking young encompass'd round The Dam and Off-spring white as falling Snow These on thy City shall their Name bestow And there shall end thy Labours and thy Woe Nor let the threatned Famine fright thy Mind For Phoebus will assist and Fate the way will find Let not thy Course to that ill Coast be bent Which fronts from far th' Epirian Continent Those parts are all by Grecian Foes possess'd The salvage Locrians here the Shores infest There fierce Idomeneus his City builds And guards with Arms the Salentinian Fields And on the Mountains brow Petilia stands Which Philoctetes with his Troops commands Ev'n when thy Fleet is landed on the Shore And Priests with holy Vows the Gods adore Then with a Purple Veil involve your Eyes Lest hostile Faces blast the Sacrifice These Rites and Customs to the Rest commend That to your Pious Race they may descend When parted hence the Wind that ready waits For Sicily shall bear you to the Streights Where proud Pelorus opes a wider way Tack to the Larboord and stand off to Sea Veer Star-board Sea and Land Th' Italian Shore And fair Sicilia's Coast were one before An Earthquake caus'd the Flaw the roaring Tides The Passage broke that Land from Land divides And where the Lands retir'd the rushing Ocean rides Distinguish'd by the Streights on either hand Now rising Cities in long order stand And fruitful Fields So much can Time invade The mouldring Work that beauteous Nature made Far on the right her Dogs foul Scylla hides Charibdis roaring on the left presides And in her greedy Whirl-pool sucks the Tides Then Spouts them from below with Fury driv'n The Waves mount up and wash the face of Heav'n But Scylla from her Den with open Jaws The sinking Vessel in her Eddy draws Then dashes on the Rocks A Human Face And Virgin Bosom hides her Tails disgrace Her Parts obscene below the Waves descend With Dogs inclos'd and in a Dolphin end 'T is safer then to bear aloof to Sea And coast Pachynus though with more delay Than once to view mishapen Scylla near And the loud yell of watry Wolves to hear Besides if Faith to Helenus be due And if Prophetick Phoebus tell me true Do not this Precept of your Friend forget Which therefore more than once I must repeat Above the rest great Juno's Name adore Pay Vows to Juno Juno's Aid implore Let Gifts be to the mighty Queen design'd And mollify with Pray'rs her haughty Mind Thus at the length your Passage shall be free And you shall safe descend on Italy Arriv'd at Cumae when you view the Flood Of black Avernus and the sounding Wood The mad prophetick Sybil you shall find Dark in a Cave and on a Rock reclin'd She sings the Fates and in her frantick Fitts The Notes and Names inscrib'd to Leafs commits What she commits to Leafs in order laid Before the Caverns Entrance are display'd Unmov'd they lie but if a Blast of Wind Without or Vapours issue from behind The Leafs are born aloft in liquid Air And she resumes no more her Museful Care Nor gathers from the Rocks her scatter'd Verse Nor sets in order what the Winds disperse Thus many not succeeding most upbraid The Madness of the visionary Maid And with loud Curses leave the mystick Shade Think it not loss of time a while to stay Though thy Companions chide thy long delay Tho' summon'd to the Seas tho' pleasing Gales Invite thy Course and stretch thy swelling Sails But beg the sacred Priestess to relate With willing Words and not to write thy Fate The fierce Italian People she will show And all thy Wars and all thy Future Woe And what thou may'st avoid and what must undergo She shall direct thy Course instruct thy Mind And teach thee how the happy Shores to find This is what Heav'n allows me to relate Now part in Peace pursue thy better Fate And raise by strength of Arms the Trojan State This when the Priest with friendly Voice declar'd He gave me Licence and rich Gifts prepar'd Bounteous of Treasure he supply'd my want With heavy Gold and polish'd Elephant Then Dodonaean Caldrons put on Bord And ev'ry Ship with Sums of Silver stor'd A trusty Coat of Mail to me he sent Thrice chain'd with Gold for Use and Ornament The Helm of Pyrrhus added to the rest That flourish'd with a Plume and waving Crest Nor was my Sire forgotten nor my Friends And large Recruits he to my Navy sends Men Horses Captains Arms and warlick Stores Supplies new Pilots and new sweeping Oars Mean time my Sire commands to hoist our Sails Lest we shou'd lose the first auspicious Gales The Prophet bless'd the parting Crew and last With Words like these his ancient Friend embrac'd Old happy Man the Care of Gods above Whom Heav'nly Venus honour'd with her Love And twice preserv'd thy Life when Troy was lost Behold from far the wish'd Ausonian Coast There land but take a larger Compass round For that before is all forbidden Ground The Shore that Phoebus has design'd for you At farther distance lies conceal'd from view Go happy hence and seek your new Abodes Bless'd in a Son and favour'd by the Gods For I with useless words prolong your stay When Southern Gales have summon'd you away Nor less the Queen our parting thence deplor'd Nor was less bounteous than her Trojan Lord. A noble Present to my Son she brought A Robe with Flow'rs on Golden Tissue wrought A Phrygian Vest and loads with Gifts beside Of precious Texture and of Asian Pride Accept she said these Monuments of Love Which in my Youth with happier Hands I wove Regard these Trifles for the Giver's sake T is the last Present Hector's Wife can make Thou call'st my lost Astyanax to mind In thee his Features and his Form I find His Eyes so sparkled with a lively Flame Such were his Motions such was all his Frame And ah had Heav'n so pleas'd his Years had been the same With Tears I took my last adieu and said Your Fortune happy pair already made Leaves you no farther Wish My diff'rent state Avoiding one incurs another Fate To you a quiet Seat the Gods allow You have no Shores to search no Seas to plow Nor Fields of flying Italy to chase Deluding Visions and a vain Embrace You see another Simois and enjoy The labour of your Hands another Troy With better Auspice than her ancient Tow'rs And less obnoxious to the Grecian Pow'rs If e're the Gods whom I with Vows adore Conduct my Steps to Tiber's happy Shore If ever I ascend the Latian Throne And build a City I may call my own As both of us our Birth from Troy derive So let our
imprinted in her Heart Improve the Passion and increase the Smart Now when the Purple Morn had chas'd away The dewy Shadows and restor'd the Day Her Sister first with early Care she sought And thus in mournful Accents eas'd her Thought My dearest Anna what new Dreams affright My lab'ring Soul what Visions of the Night Disturb my Quiet and distract my Breast With strange Ideas of our Trojan Guest His Worth his Actions and Majestick Air A Man descended from the Gods declare Fear never harbours in a Noble Mind But Modesty with just Assurance join'd To y e Right Hon ble John Earle of Exeter Baron Coecill of Burleigh ct AE 4. l 1. Then what he suffer'd when by Fate betray'd What brave Attempts for falling Troy he made Such were his Looks so gracefully he spoke That were I not resolv'd against the Yoke Of hapless Marriage never to be curs'd With second Love so fatal was my first To this one Error I might yield again For since Sichaeus was untimely slain This onely Man is able to subvert The fix'd Foundations of my stubborn Heart And to confess my Frailty to my shame Somewhat I find within if not the same Too like the Sparkles of my former Flame But first let yawning Earth a Passage rend And let me through the dark Abyss descend First let avenging Jove with Flames from high Drive down this Body to the neather Sky Condemn'd with Ghosts in endless Night to lye Before I break the plighted Faith I gave No he who had my Vows shall ever have For whom I lov'd on Earth I worship in the Grave She said the Tears ran gushing from her Eyes And stop'd her Speech her Sister thus replies O dearer than the vital Air I breath Will you to Grief your blooming Years bequeath Condem'd to wast in Woes your lonely Life Without the Joys of Mother or of Wife Think you these Tears this pompous Train of Woe Are known or valu'd by the Ghosts below I grant that while your Sorrows yet were green It well became a Woman and a Queen The Vows of Tyrian Princes to neglect To scorn Hyarbas and his Love reject With all the Lybian Lords of mighty Name But will you fight against a pleasing Flame This little Spot of Land which Heav'n bestows On ev'ry side is hemm'd with warlike Foes Getulian Cities here are spread around And fierce Numidians there your Frontiers bound Here lies a barren Wast of thirsty Land And there the Syrtes raise the moving Sand Barcaean Troops befiege the narrow Shore And from the Sea Pigmalion threatens more Propitious Heav'n and gracious Juno lead This wand'ring Navy to your needful Aid How will your Empire spread your City rise From such an Union and with such Allies Implore the Favour of the Pow'rs above And leave the Conduct of the rest to Love Continue still your hospitable way And still invent occasions of their Stay 'Till Storms and winter Winds shall cease to threat And Plancks and Oars repair their shatter'd Fleet. These Words which from a Friend and Sister came With Ease resolv'd the Scruples of her Fame And added Fury to the kindled Flame Inspir'd with Hope the Project they pursue On ev'ry Altar Sacrifice renew A chosen Ewe of two Years old they pay To Ceres Bacchus and the God of Day Preferring Juno's Pow'r For Juno ties The Nuptial Knot and makes the Marriage Joys The beauteous Queen before her Altar stands And holds the Golden Goblet in her Hands A milk-white Heifar she with Flow'rs adorns And pours the ruddy Wine betwixt her Horns To the Lady Mary Giffard AE 4. l. 80. And while the Priests with Pray'r the Gods invoke She feeds their Altars with Sabaean Smoke With hourly Care the Sacrifice renews And anxiously the panting Entrails Views What Priestly Rites alas what Pious Art What Vows avail to cure a bleeding Heart A gentle Fire she feeds within her Veins Where the soft God secure in silence reigns Sick with desire and seeking him she loves From Street to Street the raving Dido roves So when the watchful Shepherd from the Blind Wounds with a random Shaft the careless Hind Distracted with her pain she flies the Woods Bounds o're the Lawn and seeks the silent Floods With fruitless Care for still the fatal Dart Sticks in her side and ranckles in her Heart And now she leads the Trojan Chief along The lofty Walls amidst the buisie Throng Displays her Tyrian Wealth and rising Town Which Love without his Labour makes his own This Pomp she shows to tempt her wond'ring Guest Her falt'ring Tongue forbids to speak the rest When Day declines and Feasts renew the Night Still on his Face she feeds her famish'd sight She longs again to hear the Prince relate His own Adventures and the Trojan Fate He tells it o're and o're but still in vain For still she begs to hear it once again The Hearer on the Speaker's Mouth depends And thus the Tragick Story never ends Then when they part when Phoebe's paler Light Withdraws and falling Stars to Sleep invite She last remains when when ev'ry Guest is gone Sits on the Bed he press'd and sighs alone Absent her absent Heroe sees and hears Or in her Bosom young Ascanius bears And seeks the Father's Image in the Child If Love by Likeness might be so beguil'd Mean time the rising Tow'rs are at a stand No Labours exercise the youthful Band Nor use of Arts nor Toils of Arms they know The Mole is left unfinish'd to the Foe The Mounds the Works the Walls neglected lye And left unbuilt are shorter of the Sky But when Imperial Juno from above Saw Dido fetter'd in the Chains of Love Hot with the Venom which her Veins inflam'd And by no sense of Shame to be reclaim'd With soothing Words to Venus she begun High Praises endless Honours you have won And mighty Trophees with your worthy Son Two Gods a silly Woman have undone Nor am I ignorant you both suspect This rising City which my Hands erect But shall Coelestial Discord never cease 'T is better ended in a lasting Peace You stand possess'd of all your Soul desir'd Poor Dido with consuming Love is fir'd Your Trojan with my Tyrian let us join So Dido shall be yours Aeneas mine One common Kingdom one united Line Elisa shall a Dardan Lord obey And lofty Carthage for a Dow'r convey Then Venus who her hidden Fraud descry'd Which wou'd the Scepter of the World misguide To Lybian Shores thus artfully reply'd Who but a Fool wou'd Wars with Juno chuse And such Alliance and such Gifts refuse If Fortune with our joint Desires comply The Doubt is all from Jove and Destiny Lest he forbid with absolute Command To mix the People in one common Land Or will the Trojan and the Tyrian Line In lasting Leagues and sure Succession join But you the Partner of his Bed and Throne May move his Mind my Wishes are your own Mine said Imperial Juno be the Care Time urges now to
Shore descends Whose Martial Fame from Pole to Pole extends His Race in Arms and Arts of Peace renown'd Not Latium shall contain nor Europe bound 'T is theirs what e're the Sun surveys around These Answers in the silent Night receiv'd The King himself divulg'd the Land believ'd The Fame through all the Neighb'ring Nations flew When now the Trojan Navy was in view Beneath a shady Tree the Heroe spread His Table on the Turf with Cakes of Bread And with his Chiefs on Forest Fruits he fed They sate and not without the God's Command Their homely Fare dispatch'd the hungry Band To Anthony Henley of y e Grange in Hantshire Esq r AE 7 l. 152 Invade their Trenchers next and soon devour To mend the scanty Meal their Cakes of Flow'r Ascanius this observ'd and smiling said See we devour the Plates on which we fed The Speech had Omen that the Trojan Race Shou'd find Repose and this the Time and Place Aeneas took the Word and thus replies Confessing Fate with Wonder in his Eyes All hail O Earth all hail my household Gods Behold the destin'd place of your Abodes For thus Anchises prophesy'd of old And this our fatal place of Rest foretold When on a Foreign Shore instead of Meat By Famine forc'd your Trenchers you shall eat Then Ease your weary Trojans will attend And the long Labours of your Voyage end Remember on that happy Coast to build And with a Trench inclose the fruitful Field This was that Famine this the fatal place Which ends the Wand'ring of our exil'd Race Then on to Morrow's Dawn your Care employ To search the Land and where the Cities lye And what the Men but give this Day to Joy Now pour to Jove and after Jove is blest Call great Anchises to the Genial Feast Crown high the Goblets with a chearful Draught Enjoy the present Hour adjourn the future Thought Thus having said the Heroe bound his Brows With leafy Branches then perform'd his Vows Adoring first the Genius of the Place Then Earth the Mother of the Heav'nly Race The Nymphs and native Godheads yet unknown And Night and all the Stars that guild her sable Throne And ancient Cybel and Idaean Jove And last his Sire below and Mother Queen above Then Heav'ns high Monarch thundred thrice aloud And thrice he shook aloft a Golden Cloud Soon thro' the joyful Camp a Rumor flew The time was come their City to renew Then ev'ry Brow with chearful Green is crown'd The Feasts are doubl'd and the Bowls go round When next the rosie Morn disclos'd the Day The Scouts to sev'ral parts divide their Way To learn the Natives Names their Towns explore The Coasts and Trendings of the crooked Shore Here Tyber flows and here Numicus stands Here warlike Latins hold the happy Lands The Pious Chief who sought by peaceful Ways To found his Empire and his Town to raise A hundred Youths from all his Train elects And to the Latian Court their Course directs The spacious Palace where their Prince resides And all their heads with Wreaths of Olive hides They go commission'd to require a Peace And carry Presents to procure Access Thus while they speed their Pace the Prince designs His new elected Seat and draws the Lines The Trojans round the place a Rampire cast And Palisades about the Trenches plac'd Mean time the Train proceeding on their way From far the Town and lofty Tow'rs survey At length approach the Walls without the Gate They see the Boys and Latian Youth debate The Martial Prizes on the dusty Plain Some drive the Cars and some the Coursers rein Some bend the stubborn Bow for Victory And some with Darts their active Sinews try A posting Messenger dispatch'd from hence Of this fair Troop advis'd their aged Prince That foreign Men of mighty Stature came Uncouth their Habit and unknown their Name The King ordains their entrance and ascends His Regal Seat surrounded by his Friends The Palace built by Picus vast and Proud Supported by a hundred Pillars stood And round incompas'd with a rising Wood. The Pile o'relook'd the Town and drew the sight Surpriz'd at once with Reverence and Delight There Kings receiv'd the Marks of Sov'raign Pow'r In State the Monarchs march'd the Lictors bore Their Awful Axes and the Rods before Here the Tribunal stood the House of Pray'r And here the sacred Senators repair All at large Tables in long order set A Ram their Off'ring and a Ram their Meat Above the Portal Carv'd in Cedar Wood Plac'd in their Ranks their Godlike Grandsires stood Old Saturn with his crooked Scythe on high And Italus that led the Colony And ancient Janus with his double Face And Bunch of Keys the Porter of the place There good Sabinus planter of the Vines On a short Pruning-hook his Head reclines And studiously surveys his gen'rous Wines Then Warlike Kings who for their Country fought And honourable Wounds from Battel brought Around the Posts hung Helmets Darts and Spears And Captive Chariots Axes Shields and Bars And broken Beaks of Ships the Trophies of their Wars Above the rest as Chief of all the Band Was Picus plac'd a Buckler in his hand His other wav'd a long divining Wand Girt in his Gabin Gown the Heroe sate Yet could not with his Art avoid his Fate For Circe long had lov'd the Youth in vain Till Love refus'd converted to Disdain Then mixing pow'rful Herbs with Magic Art She chang'd his Form who cou'd not change his heart Constrain'd him in a Bird and made him fly With party-colour'd Plumes a Chattring Pye On this high Temple on a Chair of State The Seat of Audience old Latinus sate Then gave admiffion to the Trojan Train And thus with pleasing accents he bâ—gan Tell me ye Trojans for that Name you own Nor is your Course upon our Coasts unknown Say what you seek and whither were you bound Were you by stress of Weather cast a-ground Such dangers as on Seas are often seen And oft befall to miserable Men Or come your Shipping in our Ports to lay Spent and disabl'd in so long a way Say what you want the Latians you shall find Not forc'd to Goodness but by Will inclin'd For since the time of Saturn's holy Reign His Hospitable Customs we retain I call to mind but Time the Tale has worn Th' Arunci told that Dardanus tho' born On Latian Plains yet sought the Phrygian Shore And Samothracia Samos call'd before From Tuscan Coritum he claim'd his Birth But after when exempt from Mortal Earth From thence ascended to his kindred Skies A God and as a God augments their Sacrifice He said Ilioneus made this Reply O King of Faunus Royal Family To George Stepney Esqr. His Ma ties Envoy Extra ry to Severall Princes in Germany and one of the Coincill of Trade AE 7. l. 2â—â— Nor Wint'ry Winds to Latium forc'd our way Nor did the Stars our wand'ring Course betray Willing we sought your Shores and hither bound The Port so long
desir'd at length we found From our sweet Homes and ancient Realms expell'd Great as the greatest that the Sun beheld The God began our Line who rules above And as our Race our King descends from Jove And hither are we come by his Command To crave Admission in your happy Land How dire a Tempest from Mycenae pour'd Our Plains our Temples and our Town devour'd What was the Waste of War what fierce Alarms Shook Asia's Crown with Europaean Arms Ev'n such have heard if any such there be Whose Earth is bounded by the frozen Sea And such as born beneath the burning Sky And sultry Sun betwixt the Tropicks lye From that dire Deluge through the wat'ry Waste Such length of Years such various Perils past At last escap'd to Latium we repair To beg what you without your Want may spare The common Water and the common Air. Sheds which our selves will build and mean abodes Fit to receive and serve our banish'd Gods Nor our Admission shall your Realm disgrace Nor length of time our Gratitude efface Besides what endless Honour you shall gain To save and shelter Troy's unhappy Train Now by my Sov'raign and his Fate I swear Renown'd for Faith in Peace for Force in War Oft our Alliance other Lands desir'd And what we seek of you of us requir'd Despise not then that in our Hands we bear These Holy Boughs and sue with Words of Pray'r Fate and the Gods by their supreme Command Have doom'd our Ships to seek the Latian Land To these abodes our Fleet Apollo sends Here Dardanus was born and hither tends Where Thuscan Tyber rowls with rapid Force And where Numicus opes his Holy Source Besides our Prince presents with his Request Some small Remains of what his Sire possess'd This Golden Charger snatch'd from burning Troy Anchises did in Sacrifice employ This Royal Robe and this Tiara wore Old Priam and this Golden Scepter bore In full Assemblies and in solemn Games These Purple Vests were weav'd by Dardan Dames Thus while he spoke Latinus rowld around His Eyes and fix'd a while upon the Ground Intent he seem'd and anxious in his Breast Not by the Scepter mov'd or Kingly Vest But pond'ring future Things of wond'rous Weight Succession Empire and his Daughter's Fate On these he mus'd within his thoughtful Mind And then revolv'd what Faunus had divin'd This was the Foreign Prince by Fate decreed To share his Scepter and Lavinia's Bed This was the Race that sure Portents foreshew To sway the World and Land and Sea subdue At length he rais'd his chearful Head and spoke The Pow'rs said he the Pow'rs we both invoke To you and yours and mine propitious be And firm our Purpose with their Augury Have what you ask your Presents I receive Land where and when you please with ample Leave Partake and use my Kingdom as your own All shall be yours while I command the Crown And if my wish'd Alliance please your King Tell him he shou'd not send the Peace but bring Then let him not a Friend's Embraces fear The Peace is made when I behold him here Besides this Answer tell my Royal Guest I add to his Commands my own Request One only Daughter heirs my Crown and State Whom not our Oracles nor Heav'n nor Fate Nor frequent Prodigies permit to join With any Native of th' Ausonian Line A foreign Son-in-Law shall come from far Such is our Doom a Chief renown'd in War Whose Race shall bear alost the Latian Name And through the conquer'd World diffuse our Fame Himself to be the Man the Fates require I firmly judge and what I judge desire He said and then on each bestow'd a Steed Three hundred Horses in high Stables fâ—d Stood ready shining all and smoothly dress'd Of these he chose the fairest and the best To mount the Trojan Troop at his Command The Steeds caparison'd with Purple stand With Golden Trappings glorious to behold And champ betwixt their Teeth the foaming Gold Then to his absent Guest the King decreed A pair of Coursers born of Heav'nly Breed Who from their Nostrils breath'd Etherial Fire Whom Circe stole from her Coelestial Sire By substituting Mares produc'd on Earth Whose Wombs conceiv'd a more than Mortal Birth These draw the Chariot which Latinus sends And the rich Present to the Prince commends Sublime on stately Steeds the Trojans born To their expecting Lord with Peace return But jealous Juno from Pachynus height As she from Argos took her airy Flight Beheld with envious Eyes this hateful Sight She saw the Trojan and his joyful Train Descend upon the Shore desert the Main Design a Town and with unhop'd Success Th' Embassadors return with promis'd Peace Then pierc'd with Pain she shook her haughty Head Sigh'd from her inward Soul and thus she said O hated Off-spring of my Phrygian Foes O Fates of Troy which Juno's Fates oppose Cou'd they not fall unpity'd on the Plain But slain revive and taken scape again When execrable Troy in Ashes lay Thro' Fires and Swords and Seas they forc'd their Way Then vanquish'd Juno must in vain contend Her Rage disarm'd her Empire at an end Breathless and tir'd is all my Fury spent Or does my glutted Spleen at length relent As if 't were little from their Town to chase I thro' the Seas pursu'd their exil'd Race Ingag'd the Heavn's oppos'd the Stormy Main But Billows roar'd and Tempests rag'd in vain What have my Scylla's and my Sirtes done When these they overpass and those they shun On Tyber's Shores they land secure of Fate Triumphant o're the Storms and Juno's Hate Mars cou'd in mutual Blood the Centaurs bath And Jove himself gave way to Cynthia's Wrath Who sent the tusky Boar to Calydon What great Offence had either People done But I the Confort of the Thunderer Have wag'd a long and unsuccessful War With various Arts and Arms in vain have toil'd And by a Mortal Man at length am foil'd If native Pow'r prevail not shall I doubt To seek for needful Succour from without If Jove and Heav'n my just Desires deny Hell shall the Pow'r of Heav'n and Jove supply Grant that the Fates have firm'd by their Decree The Trojan Race to reign in Italy At least I can defer the Nuptial Day And with protracted Wars the Peace delay With Blood the dear Alliance shall be bought And both the People to Destruction brought So shall the Son-in-Law and Father join With Ruin War and Waste of either Line O fatal Maid thy Marriage is endow'd With Phrygian Latian and Rutulian Blood Bellona leads thee to thy Lover's Hand Another Queen brings forth another Brand To burn with foreign Fires her native Land A second Paris diff'ring but in Name Shall fire his Country with a second Flame Thus having said she sinks beneath the Ground With furious haste and shoots the Stygian Sound To rowze Alecto from th' Infernal Seat Of her dire Sisters and their dark Retreat This Fury fit for her Intent she chose
Shore Shall hear the dreadful Rumour from afar Of arm'd Invasion and embrace the War Then Juno thus The grateful Work is done The Seeds of Discord sow'd the War begun Frauds Fears and Fury have possess'd the State And fix'd the Causes of a lasting Hate A bloody Hymen shall th' Alliance join Betwixt the Trojan and Ausonian Line But thou with Speed to Night and Hell repair For not the Gods nor angry Jove will bear Thy lawless wand'ring walks in upper Air. Leave what remains to me Saturnia said The sullen Fiend her sounding Wings display'd Unwilling left the Light and sought the neather Shade In midst of Italy well known to Fame There lies a Lake Amsanctus is the Name Below the lofty Mounts On either side Thick Forrests the forbidden Entrance hide Full in the Centre of the sacred Wood An Arm arises of the Stygian Flood Which breaking from beneath with bellowing sound Whirls the black Waves and rattling Stones around Here Pluto pants for Breath from out his Cell And opens wide the grinning Jaws of Hell To this Infernal Lake the Fury flies Here hides her hated Head and frees the lab'ring Skies Saturnian Juna now with double Care Attends the fatal Process of the War The Clowns return'd from Battel bear the slain Implore the Gods and to their King complain The Corps of Almon and the rest are shown Shrieks Clamours Murmurs fill the frighted Town Ambitious Turnus in the Press appears And aggravating Crimes augments their Fears Proclaims his Private Injuries aloud A Solemn Promise made and disavow'd A foreign Son is sought and a mix'd Mungril Brood Then they whose Mothers frantick with their Fear In Woods and Wilds the Flags of Bacchus bear And lead his Dances with dishevell'd hair Increase the Clamour and the War demand Such was Amata's Interest in the Land Against the Public Sanctions of the Peace Against all Omens of their ill Success With Fates averse the Rout in Arms resort To Force their Monarch and insult the Court But like a Rock unmov'd a Rock that braves The rageing Tempest and the rising Waves Prop'd on himself he stands His solid sides Wash off the Sea-weeds and the sounding Tides So stood the Pious Prince unmov'd and long Sustain'd the madness of the noisie Throng But when he found that Juno's Pow'r prevail'd And all the Methods of cool Counsel sail'd He calls the Gods to witness their offence Disclaims the War asserts his Innocence Hurry'd by Fate he cries and born before A furious Wind we leave the faithful Shore O more than Madmen you your selves shall bear The guilt of Blood and Sacrilegious War Thou Turnus shalt attone it by thy Fate And pray to Heav'n for Peace but pray too late For me my stormy Voyage at an end I to the Port of Death securely tend The Fun'ral Pomp which to your Kings you pay Is all I want and all you take away He said no more but in his Walls confin'd Shut out the Woes which he too well divin'd Nor with the rising Storm wou'd vainly strive But left the Helm and let the Vessel drive A solemn Custom was observ'd of old Which Latium held and now the Romans hold Their Standard when in fighting Fields they rear Against the fierce Hircanians or declare The Scythian Indian or Arabian War Or from the boasting Parthians wou'd regain Their Eagles lost in Carrhae's bloody Plain Two Gates of Steel the Name of Mars they bear And still are worship'd with religious Fear Before his Temple stand The dire abode And the fear'd Issues of the furious God Are fenc'd with Brazen Bolts without the Gates The wary Guardian Janus doubly waits Then when the sacred Senate votes the Wars The Roman Consul their Decree declares And in his Robes the sounding Gates unbars The Youth in Military Shouts arise And the loud Trumpets break the yielding Skies These Rites of old by Sov'raign Princes us'd Were the King's Office but the King refus'd Deaf to their Cries nor wou'd the Gates unbar Of sacred Peace or loose th' imprison'd War But hid his Head and safe from loud Alarms Abhor'd the wicked Ministry of Arms. Then Heav'ns Imperious Queen came down from high At her Approach the Brazen Hinges fly The Gates are forc'd and ev'ry falling Bar And like a Tempest issues out the War The peaceful Cities of th' Ausonian Shore Lull'd in their Ease and undisturb'd before Are all on Fire and some with studious Care Their restiff Steeds in sandy Plains prepare Some their soft Limbs in painful Marches try And War is all their Wish and Arms the gen'ral Cry Part scour the rusty Shields with Seam and part New grind the blunted Ax and point the Dart With Joy they view the waving Ensigns fly And hear the Trumpet 's Clangor pierce the Sky Five Cities forge their Arms th' Atinian Pow'rs Antemnae Tybur with her lofty Tow'rs Ardea the proud the Crustumerian Town All these of old were places of Renown Some hammer Helmets for the fighting Field Some twine young Sallows to support the Shield The Croslet some and some the Cuishes mould With Silver plated and with ductile Gold The rustick Honours of the Scythe and Share Give place to Swords and Plumes the Pride of War Old Fauchions are new temper'd in the Fires The sounding Trumpet ev'ry Soul inspires The Word is giv'n with eager Speed they lace The shining Head-piece and the Shield embrace The neighing Steeds are to the Chariot ty'd The trusty Weapon sits on ev'ry side And now the mighty Labour is begun Ye Muses open all your Helicon Sing you the Chiefs that sway'd th' Ausonian Land Their Arms and Armies under their Command What Warriours in our ancient Clime were bred What Souldiers follow'd and what Heroes led For well you know and can record alone What Fame to future times conveys but darkly down Mezentius first appear'd upon the Plain Scorn fate upon his Brows and sour Disdain Defying Earth and Heav'n Etruria lost He brings to Turnus's Aid his baffled Host The charming Lausus full of youthful Fire Rode in the Rank and next his sullen Sire To Turnus only second in the Grace Of Manly Meen and features of the Face A skilful Horseman and a Huntsman bred With Fates averse a thousand Men he led His Sire unworthy of so brave a Son Himself well worthy of a happier Throne Next Aventinus drives his Chariot round The Latian Plains with Palms and Lawrels crown'd Proud of his Steeds he smoaks along the Field His Father 's Hydra fills his ample Shield A hundred Serpents hiss about the Brims The Son of Hercules he justly seems By his broad Shoulders and Gigantick Limbs Of Heav'nly part and part of Earthly Blood A mortal Woman mixing with a God For strong Alcides after he had slain The triple Geryon drove from conquer'd Spain His captive Herds and thence in Triumph led On Tuscan Tyber's flow'ry Banks they fed Then on Mount Aventine the Son of Jove The Priestess Rhea found and forc'd to Love For
found Wond'rous to tell she lay along the Ground Her well fed Offspring at her Udders hung She white her self and white her thirty young Aeneas takes the Mother and her Brood And all on Juno's Altar are bestow'd The foll'wing Night and the succeeding Day Propitious Tyber smooth'd his wat'ry Way He rowld his River back and pois'd he stood A gentle Swelling and a peaceful Flood The Trojans mount their Ships they put from Shore Born on the Waves and scarcely dip an Oar. Shouts from the Land give Omen to their Course And the pitch'd Vessels glide with easie Force The Woods and Waters wonder at the Gleam Of Shields and painted Ships that stem the Stream One Summer's Night and one whole Day they pass Betwixt the green-wood Shades and cut the liquid Glass The fiery Sun had finish'd half his Race Look'd back and doubted in the middle Space When they from far beheld the rising Tow'rs The Tops of Sheds and Shepherds lowly Bow'rs Thin as they stood which then of homely Clay Now rise in Marble from the Roman Sway. These Cots Evander's Kingdom mean and poor The Trojan saw and turn'd his Ships to Shore 'T was on a solemn Day Th' Arcadian States The King and Prince without the City Gates Then paid their Off'rings in a sacred Grove To Hercules the Warrior Son of Jove Thick Clouds of rowling Smoke involve the Sky And Fat of Entrails on his Altar fry But when they saw the Ships that stemm'd the Flood And glitter'd thro' the Covert of the Wood They rose with Fear and left th' unfinish'd Feast 'Till dauntless Pallas reassur'd the rest To pay the Rites Himself without delay A Jav'lin seiz'd and singly took his Way Then gain'd a rising Ground and call'd from far Resolve me Strangers whence and what you are Your Buis'ness here and bring you Peace or War High on the Stern Aeneas took his Stand And held a Branch of Olive in his Hand While thus he spoke The Phrygians Arms you see Expell'd from Troy provok'd in Italy By Latian Foes with War unjustly made At first affianc'd and at last betray'd This Message bear The Trojans and their Chief Bring holy Peace and beg the King's Relief Struck with so great a Name and all on fire The Youth Replies Whatever you require Your Fame exacts Upon our Shores descend A welcome Guest and what you wish a Friend He said and downward hasting to the Strand Embrac'd the Stranger Prince and join'd his Hand Conducted to the Grove Aeneas broke The silence first and thus the King bespoke Best of the Greeks to whom by Fates Command I bear these peaceful Branches in my hand Undaunted I approach you though I know Your Birth is Grecian and your Land my Foe From Atreus tho' your ancient Lineage came And both the Brother Kings your Kindred claim Yet my self-conscious Worth your high Renown Your Vertue through the Neighb'ring Nations blown Our Fathers mingl'd Blood Apollo's Voice Have led me hether less by Need than Choice Our Founder Dardanus as Fame has sung And Greeks acknowledge from Electra sprung Electra from the Loins of Atlas came Atlas whose Head sustains the Starry Frame Your Sire is Mercury whom long before On cold Cyllene's top fair Maja bore Maja the fair on Fame if we rely Was Atlas Daughter who sustains the Sky Thus from one common Source our Streams divide Ours is the Trojan yours th' Arcadian side Rais'd by these Hopes I sent no News before Nor ask'd your leave nor did your Faith implore But come without a Pledg my own Ambassador The same Rutulians who with Arms pursue The Trojan Race are equal Foes to you Our Host expell'd what farther Force can stay The Victor Troops from Universal Sway Then will they stretch their Pow'r athwart the Land And either Sea from side to side command Receive our offer'd Faith and give us thine Ours is a gen'rous and experienc'd Line We want not Hearts nor Bodies for the War In Council cautious and in Fields we dare He said and while he spoke with piercing Eyes Evander view'd the Man with vast surprize Pleas'd with his Action ravish'd with his Face Then answer'd briefly with a Royal grace O Valiant Leader of the Trojan Line In whom the Features of thy Father shine How I recall Anchises how I see His Motions Meen and all my Friend in thee Long tho it be 't is fresh within my Mind When Priam to his Sister's Court design'd A welcome Visit with a friendly stay And through th' Arcadian Kingdom took his way Then past a Boy the callow Down began To shade my Chin and call me first a Man I saw the shining Train with vast delight And Priam's goodly Person pleas'd my sight But great Anchises far above the rest With awful Wonder fir'd my Youthful Breast I long'd to join in Friendship 's holy Bands Our mutual Hearts and plight our mutual Hands I first accosted him I su'd I sought And with a loving force to Pheneus brought He gave me when at length constrain'd to go A Lycian Quiver and a Gnossian Bow A Vest embroyder'd glorious to behold And two rich Bridles with their Bits of Gold Which my Son's Coursers in obedience hold The League you ask I offer as your Right And when to Morrow's Sun reveals the Light With swift Supplies you shall be sent away Now celebrate with us this solemn Day Whose Holy Rites admit no long Delay Honour our Annual Feast and take your Seat With friendly Welcome at a homely Treat Thus having said the Bowls remov'd for Fear The Youths replac'd and soon restor'd the Chear On sods of Turf he set the Souldiers round A Maple Throne rais'd higher from the Ground Receiv'd the Trojan Chief And o're the Bed A Lyon's shaggy Hide for Ornament they spread The Loaves were serv'd in Canisters the Wine In Bowls the Priest renew'd the Rites Divine Broil'd Entrails are their Food and Beefs continu'd Chine But when the Rage of Hunger was repress'd Thus spoke Evander to his Royal Guest These Rites these Altars and this Feast O King From no vain Fears or Superstition spring Or blind Devotion or from blinder Chance Or heady Zeal or brutal Ignorance But sav'd from Danger with a grateful Sence The Labours of a God we recompence See from afar yon Rock that mates the Sky About whose Feet such Heaps of Rubbish lye Such indigested Ruin bleak and bare How desart now it stands expos'd in Air 'T was once a Robber's Den inclos'd around With living Stone and deep beneath the Ground The Monster Cacus more than half a Beast This Hold impervious to the Sun possess'd The Pavement ever foul with Human Gore Heads and their mangled Members hung the Door Vulcan this Plague begot And like his Sire Black Clouds he belch'd and flakes of livid Fire Time long expected eas'd us of our Load And brought the needful Presence of a God Th' avenging Force of Hercules from Spain Arriv'd in Triumph from Geryon slain Thrice liv'd
Members and his ample Breast His ratt'ling Armour and his Crimson Crest Far from that hated Face the Trojans fly All but the Fool who sought his Destiny Mad Pandarus steps forth with Vengeance vow'd For Bitias's Death and threatens thus aloud These are not Ardea's Walls nor this the Town Amata proffers with Lavinia's Crown 'T is hostile Earth you tread of hope bereft No means of safe Return by flight are left To whom with Count'nance calm and Soul sedate Thus Turnus Then begin and try thy Fate My Message to the Ghost of Priam bear Tell him a new Achilles sent thee there A Lance of tough ground-Ash the Trojan threw Rough in the Rind and knotted as it grew With his full force he whirl'd it first around But the soft yielding Air receiv'd the wound Imperial Juno turn'd the Course before And fix'd the wand'ring Weapon in the door But hope not thou said Turnus when I strike To shun thy Fate our Force is not alike Nor thy Steel temper'd by the Lemnian God Then rising on is utmost stretch he stood And aim'd from high the full descending blow Cleaves the broad Front and beardless Cheeks in two Down sinks the Giant with a thund'ring sound His pond'rous Limbs oppress the trembling ground Blood Brains and Foam gush from the gaping Wound Scalp Face and Shoulders the keen Steel divides And the shar'd Visage hangs on equal sides The Trojans fly from their approaching Fate And had the Victor then secur'd the Gate And to his Troops without unclos'd the Barrs One lucky Day had ended all his Wars But boiling Youth and blind Desire of Blood Push'd on his Fury to pursue the Crowd Hamstring'd behind unhappy Gyges dy'd Then Phalaris is added to his side The pointed Jav'lins from the dead he drew And their Friends Arms against their Fellows threw Strong Halys stands in vain weak Phlegys flies Saturnia still at hand new Force and Fire supplies To M r John Clos Jerman AE 9. l. 1010. Then Halius Prytanis Alcander fall Ingag'd against the Foes who scal'd the Wall But whom they fear'd without they found within At last tho' late by Linceus he was seen He calls new Succours and assaults the Prince But weak his Force and vain is their Defence Turn'd to the right his Sword the Heroe drew And at one blow the bold Aggressor slew He joints the Neck And with a stroke so strong The Helm flies off and bears the Head along Next him the Huntsman Amycus he kill'd In Darts invenom'd and in Poyson skill'd Then Clytius fell beneath his fatal Spear And Creteus whom the Muses held so dear He fought with Courage and he sung the fight Arms were his buis'ness Verses his delight The Trojan Chiefs behold with Rage and Grief Their slaughter'd Friends and hasten their Relief Bold Mnestheus rallies first the broken Train Whom brave Seresthus and his Troop sustain To save the living and revenge the dead Aginst one Warriour's Arms all Troy they led O void of Sense and Courage Mnestheus cry'd Where can you hope your Coward Heads to hide Ah where beyond these Rampires can you run One Man and in your Camp inclos'd you shun Shall then a single Sword such Slaughter boast And pass unpunish'd from a Num'rous Hoast Forsaking Honour and renouncing Fame Your Gods your Country and your King you shame This just Reproach their Vertue does excite They stand they joyn they thicken to the Fight Now Turnus doubts and yet disdains to yield But with slow paces measures back the Field And Inches to the Walls where Tyber's Tide Washing the Camp defends the weaker side The more he loses they advance the more And tread in ev'ry Step he trod before They showt they bear him back and whom by Might They cannot Conquer they oppress with Weight As compass'd with a Wood of Spears around The Lordly Lyon still maintains his Ground Grins horrible retires and turns again Threats his distended Paws and shakes his Mane He loses while in vain he presses on Nor will his Courage let him dare to run So Turnus fares and unresolv'd of flight Moves tardy back and just recedes from fight Yet twice inrag'd the Combat he renews Twice breaks and twice his broken Foes pursues But now they swarm and with fresh Troops supply'd Come rowling on and rush from ev'ry side Nor Juno who sustain'd his Arms before Dares with new strength suffice th' exhausted store For Jove with sour Commands sent Iris down To force th' Invader from the frighted Town With Labour spent no Longer can he wield The heavy Fauchion or sustain the Shield O'rewhelm'd with Darts which from afar they fling The Weapons round his hollow Temples ring His golden Helm gives way with stony blows Batter'd and flat and beaten to his Brows His Crest is rash'd away his ample Shield Is falsify'd and round with Jav'lins fill'd The Foe now faint the Trojans overwhelm And Mnestheus lays hard load upon his Helm Sick sweat succeeds he drops at ev'ry pore With driving Dust his Cheeks are pasted o're Shorter and shorter ev'ry Gasp he takes And vain Efforts and hurtless Blows he makes Arm'd as he was at length he leap'd from high Plung'd in the Flood and made the Waters fly The yellow God the welcome Burthen bore And wip'd the Sweat and wash'd away the Gore Then gently wafts him to the farther Coast And sends him safe to chear his anxious Hoast The Tenth Book of the Aeneis Jupiter calling a Council of the Gods forbids them to engage in either Party At Aeneas 's return there is a bloody Battel Turnus killing Pallas Aeneas Lausus and Mezentius Mezentius is describ'd as an Atheist Lausus as a pious and virtuous Youth The different Actions and Death of these two are the Subject of a Noble Episode THE Gates of Heav'n unfold Jove summons all The Gods to Council in the Common Hall Sublimely seated he surveys from far The Fields the Camp the Fortune of the War And all th' inferior World From first to last The Sov'raign Senate in Degrees are plac'd Then thus th' Almighty Sire began Ye Gods Natives or Denizons of blest Abodes From whence these Murmurs and this change of Mind This backward Fate from what was first design'd Why this protracted War When my Commands Pronounc'd a Peace and gave the Latian Lands What Fear or Hope on either part divides Our Heav'ns and arms our Pow'rs on diff'rent sides A lawful Time of War at length will come Nor need your haste anticipate the Doom When Carthage shall contest the World with Rome Shall force the rigid Rocks and Alpine Chains And like a Flood come pouring on the Plains Then is your time for Faction and Debate For partial Favour and permitted Hate Let now your immature Dissention cease Sit quiet and compose your Souls to Peace To y e Right Hon ble Iohn Ld. Viscount Fitzharding of Beare-haven and Bawn Berkley of Rathdowne in y e Kingdom of Ireland Master of y e Horse to Her Royall Highness
happy Fate Th' Aeneans wish in vain their wanted Chief Hopeless of flight more hopeless of Relief Thin on the Tow'rs they stand and ev'n thofe few A feeble fainting and dejected Crew Yet in the face of Danger some there stood The two bold Brothers of Sarpedon's Blood Asius and Acmon both th' Assaraci Young Haemon and tho' young resolv'd to dye With these were Clarus and Thymaetes join'd Tibris and Castor both of Lycian Kind From Acmon's Hands a rowling Stone there came So large if half deserv'd a Mountain's Name Strong sinew'd was the Youth and big of Bone His Brother Mnestheus cou'd not more have done Or the great Father of th' intrepid Son Some Firebrands throw some flights of Arrows send And some with Darts and some with Stones defend Amid the Press appears the beauteous Boy The Care of Venus and the Hope of Troy His lovely Face unarm'd his Head was bare In ringlets o're his Shoulders hung his Hair His Forehead circled with a Diadem Distinguish'd from the Crowd he shines a Gem Enchas'd in Gold or Polish'd Iv'ry set Amidst the meaner foil of sable Jett Nor Ismarus was wanting to the War Directing Ointed Arrows from afar And Death with Poyson arm'd In Lydia born Where plenteous Harvests the fat Fields adorn Where proud Pactolus floats the fruitful Lands And leaves a rich manure of Golden Sands There Capys Author of the Capuan Name And there was Mnestheus too increas'd in Fame Since Turnus from the Camp He cast with shame Thus Mortal War was wag'd on either side Mean time the Heroe cuts the Nightly Tyde For anxious from Evander when he went He sought the Tyrrhene Camp and Tarchon's Tent Expos'd the Cause of coming to the Chief His Name and Country told and ask'd Relief Propos'd the Terms his own small strength declar'd What Vengeance proud Mezentius had prepar'd What Turnus bold and violent design'd Then shew'd the slippry state of Humane-kind And fickle Fortune warn'd him to beware And to his wholsom Counsel added Pray'r Tarchon without delay the Treaty signs And to the Trojan Troops the Tuscan joins They soon set sail nor now the Fates withstand Their Forces trusted with a Foreign Hand Aeneas leads upon his Stern appear Two Lyons carv'd which rising Ida bear Ida to wand'ring Trojans ever dear Under their grateful Shade Aeneas sate Revolving Wars Events and various Fate His left young Pallas kept fix'd to his side And oft of Winds enquir'd and of the Tyde Oft of the Stars and of their wat'ry Way And what he suffer'd both by Land and Sea Now sacred Sisters open all your Spring The Tuscan Leaders and their Army sing Which follow'd great Aeneas to the War Their Arms their Numbers and their Names declare A thousand Youths brave Massicus obey Born in the Tyger thro' the foaming Sea From Asium brought and Cosa by his Care For Arms light Quivers Bows and Shafts they bear Fierce Abas next his Men bright Armour wore His Stern Apollo's Golden Statue bore Six hundred Populonea sent along All skill'd in Martial Exercise and strong Three hundred more for Battel Ilva joins An Isle renown'd for Steel and unexhausted Mines Asylas on his Prow the third appears Who Heav'n interprets and the wand'ring Stars From offer'd Entrails Prodigies expounds And Peals of Thunder with presaging Sounds A thousand Spears in warlike Order stand Sent by the Pisans under his Command Fair Astur follows in the wat'ry Field Proud of his manag'd Horse and painted Shield Gravisca noisom from the neighb'ring Fen And his own Coere sent three hundred Men With those which Minio's Fields and Pyrgi gave All bred in Arms unanimous and brave Thou Muse the Name of Cyniras renew And brave Cupavo follow'd but by few Whose Helm confess'd the Lineage of the Man And bore with Wings display'd a silver Swan Love was the fault of his fam'd Ancestry Whose Forms and Fortunes in his Ensigns fly For Cycnus lov'd unhappy Phaeton And sung his Loss in Poplar Groves alone Beneath the Sister shades to sooth his Grief Heav'n heard his Song and hasten'd his Relief And chang'd to snowy Plumes his hoary Hair And wing'd his Flight to chant aloft in Air. His Son Cupavo brush'd the briny Flood Upon his Stern a brawny Centaur stood Who heav'd a Rock and threat'ning still to throw With lifted Hands alarm'd the Seas below They seem'd to fear the formidable Sight And rowl'd their Billows on to speed his Flight Ocnus was next who led his Native Train Of hardy Warriors thro' the wat'ry Plain The Son of Manto by the Tuscan Stream From whence the Mantuan Town derives the Name An ancient City but of mix'd Descent Three sev'ral Tribes compose the Government Four Towns are under each but all obey The Mantuan Laws and own the Tuscan Sway. Hate to Mezentius arm'd five hundred more Whom Mincius from his Sire Benacus bore Mincius with Wreaths of Reeds his forehead cover'd o're These grave Auletes leads A hundred sweep With stretching Oars at once the glassy deep Him and his Martial Train the Triton bears High on his Poop the Sea-green God appears Frowning he seems his crooked Shell to sound And at the Blast the Billows dance around A hairy Man above the Waste he shows A Porpoise Tail beneath his Belly grows And ends a Fish His Breast the Waves divides And Froth and Foam augment the murm'ring Tides Full thirty Ships transport the chosen Train For Troy's Relief and scour the briny Main Now was the World sorsaken by the Sun And Phoebe half her nightly Race had run The careful Chief who never clos'd his Eyes Himself the Rudder holds the Sails supplies A Choir of Nereids meet him on the Flood Once his own Gallies hewn from Ida's Wood But now as many Nymphs the Sea they sweep As rode before tall Vessels on the Deep They know him from afar and in a Ring Inclose the Ship that bore the Trojan King Cymodoce whose Voice excell'd the rest Above the Waves advanc'd her snowy Breast Her right Hand stops the Stern her left divides The curling Ocean and corrects the Tides She spoke for all the Choir and thus began With pleasing Words to warn th' unknowing Man Sleeps our lov'd Lord O Goddess-born awake Spread ev'ry Sail pursue your wat'ry Track And haste your Course Your Navy once were we From Ida's Height descending to the Sea 'Till Turnus as at Anchor fix'd we stood Presum'd to violate our holy Wood. Then loos'd from Shore we fled his Fires prophane Unwillingly we broke our Master's Chain And since have sought you thro' the Tuscan Main The mighty Mother chang'd our Forms to these And gave us Life Immortal in the Seas But young Ascanius in his Camp distress'd By your insulting Foes is hardly press'd Th' Arcadian Horsemen and Etrurian Hoast Advance in order on the Latian Coast To cut their way the Daunian Chief designs Before their Troops can reach the Trojan Lines Thou when the rosie Morn restores the Light First arm thy Souldiers
for th' ensuing Fight Thy self the fated Sword of Vulcan wield And bear aloft th' impenetrable Shield To Morrow's Sun unless my Skill be vain Shall see huge heaps of Foes in Battel slain Parting she spoke and with Immortal Force Push'd on the Vessel in her wat'ry Course For well she knew the Way impell'd behind The Ship flew forward and outstrip'd the Wind. The rest make up Unknowing of the cause The Chief admires their Speed and happy Omens draws Then thus he pray'd and fix'd on Heav'n his Eyes Hear thou great Mother of the Deities With Turrets crown'd on Ida's holy Hill Fierce Tygers rein'd and curb'd obey thy Will Firm thy own Omens lead us on to fight And let thy Phrygians conquer in thy right He said no more And now renewing Day Had chas'd the Shadows of the Night away He charg'd the Souldiers with preventing Care Their Flags to follow and their Arms prepare Warn'd of th' ensuing Fight and bad'em hope the War Now from his lofty Poop he view'd below His Camp incompass'd and th' inclosing Foe His blazing Shield imbrac'd he held on high The Camp receive the sign and with loud Shouts reply Hope arms their Anger From their Tow'rs they throw Their Darts with double Force and drive the Foe Thus at the signal giv'n the Cranes arise Before the stormy South and blacken all the Skies King Turnus wonder'd at the Fight renew'd 'Till looking back the Trojan Fleet he view'd The Seas with swelling Canvass cover'd o're And the swift Ships descending on the Shore The Latians saw from far with dazl'd Eyes The radiant Crest that seem'd in Flames to rise And dart diffusive Fires around the Field And the keen glitt'ring of the Golden Shield Thus threatning Comets when by Night they rise Shoot sanguine Streams and sadden all the Skies So Sirius flashing forth sinister Lights Pale humane kind with Plagues and with dry Famine frights Yet Turnus with undaunted Mind is bent To man the Shores and hinder their Descent And thus awakes the Courage of his Friends What you so long have wish'd kind Fortune sends In equal Arms to meet th' invading Foe You find and find him at Advantage now Yours is the Day you need but only dare Your Swords will make you Masters of the War Your Sires your Sons your Houses and your Lands And dearest Wifes are all within your Hands Be mindful of the Race from whence you came And emulate in Arms your Fathers Fame Now take the Time while stagg'ring yet they stand With Feet unfirm and prepossess the Strand Fortune befriends the bold Nor more he said But ballanc'd whom to leave and whom to lead Then these elects the Landing to prevent And those he leaves to keep the City pent Mean time the Trojan sends his Troops ashore Some are by Boats expos'd by Bridges more With lab'ring Oars they bear along the Strand Where the Tide languishes and leap a-land Tarchon observes the Coast with careful Eyes And where no Foord he finds no Water fryes Nor Billows with unequal Murmurs roar But smoothly slide along and swell the Shoar That Course he steer'd and thus he gave command Here ply your Oars and at all hazard land Force on the Vessel that her Keel may wound This hated Soil and furrow hostile Ground Let me securely land I ask no more Then sink my Ships or shatter on the Shore This fiery Speech inflames his fearful Friends They tug at ev'ry Oar and ev'ry Stretcher bends They run their Ships aground the Vessels knock Thus forc'd ashore and tremble with the shock Tarchon's alone was lost that stranded stood Stuck on a Bank and beaten by the Flood She breaks her Back the loosen'd Sides give way And plunge the Tuscan Souldiers in the Sea Their broken Oars and floating Planks withstand Their Passage while they labour to the Land And ebbing Tides bear back upon th' uncertain Sand. Now Turnus leads his Troops without delay Advancing to the Margin of the Sea The Trumpets sound Aeneas first assail'd The Clowns new rais'd and raw and soon prevail'd To y e Right Hon ble S r Robert Howard Auditor of his Ma ties Exchequer and one of y e Lords of his Maj ties most Hon ble Prioy Councill AE 10. l. 450. Great Theron fell an Omen of the Fight Great Theron large of Limbs of Gyant height He first in open Field defy'd the Prince But Armour scal'd with Gold was no Defence Against the fated Sword which open'd wide His plated Shield and pierc'd his naked side Next Lycas fell who not like others born Was from his wretched Mother rip'd and torn Sacred O Phoebus from his Birth to thee For his beginning Life from biting Steel was free Not far from him was Gyas laid along Of monst'rous Bulk with Cisseus fierce and strong Vain Bulk and Strength for when the Chief assail'd Nor Valour nor Herculean Arms avail'd Nor their fam'd Father wont in War to go With great Alcides while he toil'd below The noisie Pharos next receiv'd his Death Aeneas writh'd his Dart and stopp'd his bawling Breath Then wretched Cydon had receiv'd his Doom Who courted Clytius in his beardless Bloom And sought with lust obscene polluted Joys The Trojan Sword had cur'd his love of Boys Had not his sev'n bold Brethren stop'd the Course Of the fierce Champion with united Force Sev'n Darts were thrown at once and some rebound From his bright Shield some on his Helmet sound The rest had reach'd him but his Mother's Care Prevented those and turn'd aside in Air. The Prince then call'd Achates to supply The Spears that knew the way to Victory Those fatal Weapons which inur'd to Blood In Grecian Bodies under Ilium stood Not one of those my Hand shall toss in vain Against our Foes on this contended Plain He said Then seiz'd a mighty Spear and threw Which wing'd with Fate thro' Maeon's Buckler flew Pierc'd all the brazen Plates and reach'd his Heart He stagger'd with intolerable Smart Alcanor saw and reach'd but reach'd in vain His helping Hand his Brother to sustain A second Spear which kept the former Course From the same Hand and sent with equal Force His right Arm pierc'd and holding on bereft His use of both and pinion'd down his left Then Numitor from his dead Brother drew Th' ill-omend Spear and at the Trojan threw Preventing Fate directs the Lance awry Which glancing only mark'd Achates Thigh In Pride of Youth the Sabine Clausus came And from afar at Driops took his Aim The Spear flew hissing thro' the middle Space And pierc'd his Throat directed at his Face It stop'd at once the Passage of his Wind And the free Soul to flitting Air resign'd His Forehead was the first that struck the Ground Life-blood and Life rush'd mingl'd thro' the Wound He slew three Brothers of the Borean Race And three whom Ismarus their Native Place Had sent to War but all the Sons of Thrace Halesus next the bold Aurunci leads The Son of Neptune to his
falling Corps were strowd When once his Fauchion found the Taste of Blood With Fury scarce to be conceiv'd he flew Against Niphaeus whom four Coursers drew They when they see the fiery Chief advance And pushing at their Chests his pointed Lance Wheel'd with so swift a Motion mad with Fear They threw their Master headlong from the Chair They stare they start nor stop their Course before They bear the bounding Chariot to the Shore Now Lucagus and Liger scour the Plains With two white Steeds but Liger holds the Reins And Lucagus the lofty Seat maintains Bold Brethren both the former wav'd in Air His flaming Sword Aeneas couch'd his Spear Unus'd to Threats and more unus'd to Fear Then Liger thus Thy Confidence is vain To scape from hence as from the Trojan Plain Nor these the Steeds which Diomede bestrode Nor this the Chariot where Achilles rode Nor Venus's Veil is here nor Neptune's Shield Thy fatal Hour is come and this the Field Thus Liger vainly vaunts The Trojan Peer Return'd his answer with his flying Spear As Lucagus to lash his Horses bends Prone to the Wheels and his left Foot protends Prepar'd for Fight the fatal Dart arrives And thro' the borders of his Buckler drives Pass'd through and pierc'd his Groin the deadly Wound Cast from his Chariot rowl'd him on the Ground Whom thus the Chief upbraids with scornful spight Blame not the slowness of your Steeds in flight Vain Shadows did not force their swift Retreat But you your self forsake your empty Seat He said and seiz'd at once the loosen'd Rein For Liger lay already on the Plain By the same Shock then stretching out his Hands The Recreant thus his wretched Life demands Now by thy self O more than Mortal Man By her and him from whom thy Breath began Who form'd thee thus Divine I beg thee spare This forfeit Life and hear thy Suppliant's Pray'r Thus much he spoke and more he wou'd have said But the stern Heroe turn'd aside his Head And cut him short I hear another Man You talk'd not thus before the Fight began Now take your turn And as a Brother shou'd Attend your Brother to the Stygian Flood Then thro' his Breast his fatal Sword he sent And the Soul issu'd at the bloody Vent As Storms the Skies and Torrents tear the Ground Thus rag'd the Prince and scatter'd Deaths around At length Ascanius and the Trojan Train Broke from the Camp so long besieg'd in vain Mean time the King of Gods and Mortal Man Held Conference with his Queen and thus began My Sister Goddess and well pleasing Wife Still think you Venus's Aid supports the Strife Sustains her Trojans Or themselves alone With inborn Valour force their Fortune on How fierce in Fight with Courage undecay'd Judge if such Warriors want immortal Aid To whom the Goddess with the charming Eyes Soft in her Tone submissively replies Why O my loving Lord whose Frown I fear And cannot unconcern'd your Anger bear Why urge you thus my Grief When if I still As once I was were Mistress of your Will From your Almighty Pow'r your pleasing Wife Might gain the Grace of lengthning Turnus's Life Securely snatch him from the fatal Fight And give him to his aged Father's sight Now let him perish since you hold it good And glut the Trojans with his pious Blood Yet from our Lineage he derives his Name And in the fourth degree from God Pilumnus came Yet he devoutly pays you Rites Divine And offers daily Incense at your Shrine Then shortly thus the Sov'raign God reply'd Since in my Pow'r and Goodness you confide If for a little Space a lengthen'd Span You beg Reprieve for this expiring Man I grant you leave to take your Turnus hence From Instant Fate and can so far dispense But if some secret Meaning lies beneath To save the short-liv'd Youth from destin'd Death Or if a farther Thought you entertain To change the Fates you feed your hopes in vain To whom the Goddess thus with weeping Eyes And what if that Request your Tongue denies Your Heart shou'd grant and not a short Reprieve But length of certain Life to Turnus give Now speedy Death attends the guiltless Youth If my presaging Soul divines with Truth Which O! I wish might err thro' causeless Fears And you for you have Pow'r prolong his Years Thus having said involv'd in Clouds she flies And drives a Storm before her thro' the Skies Swift she descends alighting on the Plain Where the fierce Foes a dubious Fight maintain Of Air condens'd a Spectre soon she made And what Aeneas was such seem'd the Shade Adorn'd with Dardan Arms the Phantom bore His Head aloft a Plumy Crest he wore This Hand appear'd a shining Sword to wield And that sustain'd an imitated Shield With manly Meen He stalk'd along the Ground Nor wanted Voice bely'd nor vaunting Sound Thus haunting Ghosts appear to waking Sight Or dreadful Visions in our Dreams by Night The Spectre seems the Daunian Chief to dare And flourishes his empty Sword in Air At this advancing Turnus hurl'd his Spear The Phantom wheel'd and seem'd to fly for Fear Deluded Turnus thought the Trojan fled And with vain hopes his haughty Fancy fed Whether O Coward thus he calls aloud Nor found he spoke to Wind and chas'd a Cloud Why thus forsake your Bride Receive from me The fated Land you sought so long by Sea He said and brandishing at once his Blade With eager Pace pursu'd the flying Shade By chance a Ship was fasten'd to the Shore Which from old Clusium King Osinius bore The Planks were ready laid for safe ascent For shelter there the trembling Shadow bent And skip'd and sculk'd and under Hatches went Exulting Turnus with regardless haste Ascends the Plank and to the Gally pass'd Scarce had he reach'd the Prow Saturnia's Hand The Haulsers cuts and shoots the Ship from Land With Wind in Poop the Vessel plows the Sea And measures back with speed her former Way Mean time Aeneas seeks his absent Foe And sends his slaughter'd Troops to Shades below The guileful Phantom now forsook the shrowd And flew sublime and vanish'd in a Cloud Too late young Turnus the Delusion found Far on the Sea still making from the Ground Then thankless for a Life redeem'd by Shame With sense of Honour stung and forfeit Fame Fearful besides of what in Fight had pass'd His Hands and hagger'd Eyes to Heav'n he cast O Jove he cry'd for what Offence have I Deserv'd to bear this endless Infamy Whence am I forc'd and whether am I born How and with what Reproach shall I return Shall ever I behold the Latian Plain Or see Laurentum's lofty Tow'rs again What will they say of their deserting Chief The War was mine I fly from their Relief I led to Slaughter and in Slaughter leave And ev'n from hence their dying Groans receive Here over-match'd in Fight in heaps they lye There scatter'd o're the Fields ignobly fly Gape wide O Earth and draw
before the Town both Armies lye While Night with sable Wings o'respreads the Sky The Twelfth Book of the Aeneis The Argument Turnus challenges Aeneas to a single Combat Articles are agreed on but broken by the Rutili who wound Aeneas He is miraculously cur'd by Venus forces Turnus to a Duel and concludes the Poem with his Death WHen Turnus saw the Latins leave the Field Their Armies broken and their Courage quell'd Himself become the Mark of publick Spight His Honour question'd for the promis'd Fight The more he was with Vulgar hate oppress'd The more his Fury boil'd within his Breast He rowz'd his Vigour for the last Debate And rais'd his haughty Soul to meet his Fate As when the Swains the Lybian Lion chase He makes a sour Retreat nor mends his Pace But if the pointed Jav'lin pierce his Side The lordly Beast returns with double Pride He wrenches out the Steel he roars for Pain His sides he lashes and erects his Mane So Turnus fares his Eye-balls flash with Fire And his wide Nostrils Clouds of Smoke expire Trembling with Rage around the Court he ran At length approach'd the King and thus began No more excuses or Delays I stand In Arms prepar'd to Combat hand to hand This base Deserter of his Native Land The Trojan by his Word is bound to take The same Conditions which himself did make To y e Right Hon ble Phillip Lord Stanhope Earle of Chesterfield Baron of Shelford in the Kingdom of England AE 12. l. 1. Renew the Truce the solemn Rites prepare And to my single Virtue trust the War The Latians unconcern'd shall see the Fight This Arm unaided shall assert your Right Then if my prostrate Body press the Plain To him the Crown and beauteous Bride remain To whom the King sedately thus reply'd Brave Youth the more your Valour has been try'd The more becomes it us with due Respect To weigh the chance of War which you neglect You want not Wealth or a successive Throne Or Cities which your Arms have made your own My Towns and Treasures are at your Command And stor'd with blooming Beauties is my Land Laurentum more than one Lavinia sees Unmarry'd fair of Noble Families Now let me speak and you with Patience hear Things which perhaps may grate a Lover's Ear But sound Advice proceeding from a heart Sincerely yours and free from fraudful Art The Gods by Signs have manifestly shown No Prince Italian born shou'd heir my Throne Oft have our Augurs in Prediction skill'd And oft our Priests a Foreign Son reveal'd Yet won by Worth that cannot be withstood Brib'd by my Kindness to my kindred Blood Urg'd by my Wife who wou'd not be deny'd I promis'd my Lavinia for your Bride Her from her plighted Lord by force I took All tyes of Treaties and of Honour broke On your Account I wag'd an impious War With what Success 't is needless to declare I and my Subjects feel and you have had your Share Twice vanquish'd while in bloody Fields we strive Scarce in our Walls we keep our Hopes alive The rowling Flood runs warm with human Gore The Bones of Latians blanch the neighb'ring Shore Why put I not an end to this Debate Still unresolv'd and still a Slave to Fate If Turnus's Death a lasting Peace can give Why shou'd I not procure it while you live Shou'd I to doubtful Arms your Youth betray What wou'd my Kinsmen the Rutulians say And shou'd you fall in Fight which Heav'n defend How curse the Cause which hasten'd to his end The Daughter's Lover and the Father's Friend Weigh in your Mind the various Chance of War Pity your Parent 's Age and ease his Care Such balmy Words he pour'd but all in vain The proffer'd Med'cine but provok'd the Pain The wrathful Youth disdaining the Relief With intermitting Sobs thus vents his Grief The care O best of Fathers which you take For my Concerns at my Desire forsake Permit me not to languish out my Days But make the best exchange of Life for Praise This Arm this Lance can well dispute the Prize And the Blood follows where the Weapon flies His Goddess Mother is not near to shrowd The flying Coward with an empty Cloud But now the Queen who fear'd for Turnus Life And loath'd the hard Conditions of the Strife Held him by Force and dying in his Death In these sad Accents gave her Sorrow breath O Turnus I adjure thee by these Tears And what e're price Amata's Honour bears Within thy Breast since thou art all my hope My sickly Mind's repose my sinking Age's Prop Since on the safety of thy Life alone Depends Latinus and the Latian Throne Refuse me not this one this only Pray'r To wave the Combat and pursue the War Whatever chance attends this fatal Strife Think it includes in thine Amata's Life I cannot live a Slave or see my Throne Usurp'd by Strangers or a Trojan Son At this a Flood of Tears Lavinia shed A crimson Blush her beauteous Face o'respread Varying her Cheeks by Turns with white and red The driving Colours never at a stay Run here and there and flush and fade away Delightful change Thus Indian Iv'ry shows Which with the bord'ring Paint of Purple glows Or Lillies damask'd by the neighb'ring Rose The Lover gaz'd and burning with desire The more he look'd the more he fed the Fire Revenge and jealous Rage and secret Spight Rowl in his Breast and rowze him to the Fight Then fixing on the Queen his ardent Eyes Firm to his first intent he thus replies O Mother do not by your Tears prepare Such boding Omens and prejudge the War Resolv'd on Fight I am no longer free To shun my Death if Heav'n my Death decree Then turning to the Herald thus pursues Go greet the Trojan with ungrateful News Denounce from me that when to Morrow's Light Shall guild the Heav'ns he need not urge the Fight The Trojan and Rutulian Troops no more Shall dye with mutual Blood the Latian Shore Our single Swords the Quarrel shall decide And to the Victor be the beauteous Bride He said and striding on with speedy Pace He sought his Coursers of the Thracian Race At his Approach they toss their Heads on high And proudly neighing promise Victory The Sires of these Orythia sent from far To grace Pilumnus when he went to War The drifts of Thracian Snows were scarce so white Nor Northern Winds in fleetness match'd their Flight Officious Grooms stand ready by his Side And some with Combs their flowing Manes divide And others stroke their Chests and gently sooth their Pride He sheath'd his Limbs in Arms a temper'd Mass Of golden Metal those and Mountain Brass Then to his Head his glitt'ring Helm he ty'd And girt his faithful Fauchion to his side In his Aetnean Forge the God of Fire That Fauchion labour'd sor the Hero's Sire Immortal Keenness on the Blade bestow'd And plung'd it hissing in the Stygian Flood Prop'd on a Pillar which the Ceiling
by the Transcribers And to fortify this Opinion we find afterward in the relation of Sages to Turnus that Atinas is join'd with Messapus Soli pro portis Messapus acer Atinas Sustentant aciem In general I observe not only in this Aeneid but in all thesixth last Books that Aeneas is never seen on Horse-back and but once before as I remember in the Fourth when he Hunts with Dido The Reason of this if I guess aright was a secret Compliment which the Poet made to his Country-men the Romans the strength of whose Armies consisted most in Foot which I think were all Romans and Italians But their Wings or Squadrons were made up of their Allies who were Foreigners Aeneid the 12. Lines 100 101 102. At this a flood of Tears Lavinia shed A crimson Blush her beauteous Face o're-spread Varying her Cheeks by turns with white and red Amata ever partial to the Cause of Turnus had just before desir'd him with all manner of earnestness not to ingage his Rival in single Fight which was his present Resolution Virgil though in favour of his Heroe he never tells us directly that Lavinia preferr'd Turnus to Aeneas yet has insinuated this preference twice before For mark in the 7th Aeneid she left her Father who had promis'd her to Aeneas without asking her consent And follow'd her Mother into the Woods with a Troop of Bacchanals where Amata sung the Marriage Song in the Name of Turnus which if she had dislik'd she might have oppos'd Then in the 11th Aeneid when her Mother went to the Temple of Pallas to invoke her Aid against Aeneas whom she calls by no better Name than Phrygius Praedo Lavinia sits by her in the same Chair or Litter juxtaque Comes Lavinia Virgo Oculos dejecta decoros What greater sign of Love than Fear and Concernment for the Lover In the lines which I have quoted she not only sheds Tears but changes Colour She had been bred up with Turnus and Aeneas was wholly a Stranger to her Turnus in probability was her first Love and favour'd by her Mother who had the Ascendant over her Father But I am much deceiv'd if besides what I have said there be not a secret Satire against the Sex which is lurking under this Description of Virgil who seldom speaks well of Women Better indeed of Camilla than any other for he commends her Beauty and Valour Because he wou'd concern the Reader for her Death But Valour is no very proper Praise for Woman-kind and Beauty is common to the Sex He says also somewhat of Andromache but transiently And his Venus is a better Mother than a Wife for she owns to Vulcan she had a Son by another Man The rest are Juno's Diana's Dido's Amata's two mad Prophetesses three Harpies on Earth and as many Furies under ground This Fable of Lavinia includes a secret Moral that Women in their choice of Husbands prefer the younger of their Suitors to the Elder are insensible of Merit fond of Handsomness and generally speaking rather hurried away by their Appetite than govern'd by their Reason L. 1191 1192. This let me beg and this no Fates withstand Both for my self and for your Fathers Land c. The words in the Original are these pro Latio obtestor pro Majestate tuorum Virgil very artfully uses here the word Majestas which the Romans lov'd so well that they appropriated it to themselves Majestas Populi Ramani this Title apply'd to Kings is very Modern and that is all I will say of it at present Though the word requires a larger Note In the word tuorum is included the sense of my Translation Your Father's Land Because Saturn the Father of Jove had govern'd that part of Italy after his expulsion from Crete But that on which I most insist is the Address of the Poet in this Speech of Juno Virgil was sufficiently sensible as I have said in the Preface that whatever the common Opinion was concerning the Descent of the Romans from the Trojans yet the Ancient Customs Rites Laws and Habits of those Trojans were wholly lost and perhaps also that they had never been And for this Reason he introduces Juno in this place requesting of Jupiter that no Memory might remain of Troy the Town she hated that the People hereafter should not be called Trojans nor retain any thing which belong'd to their Predecessors And why might not this also be concerted betwixt our Author and his Friend Horace to hinder Augustus from Re-building Troy and removing thither the Seat of Empire a design so unpleasing to the Romans But of this I am not positive because I have not consulted d'Acier and the rest of the Criticks to ascertain the time in which Horace writ the Ode relating to that Subject L. 1224 1225. Deep in the dismal Regions void of Light Three Sisters at a Birth were born to Night The Father of these not here mention'd was Acheron the Names of the three were Alecto Maegera and Tysiphone They were call'd Furies in Hell on Earth Harpies and in Heaven Dirae Two of these assisted at the Throne of Jupiter and were employed by him to punish the wickedness of Mankind These two must be Megaera and Tysiphone Not Alecto For Juno expresly commands her to return to Hell from whence she came and gives this Reason Te super Aetherias errare licentius auras Haud Pater ipse velit summi Regnator Olympi Cede locis Probably this Dira un-nam'd by the Poet in this Place might be Tysiphone for though we find her in Hell in the sixth Aeneid employ'd in the punishment of the damn'd Continuo sontes Vltrix accincta flag ello Tisiphone quatit insultans c. Yet afterwards she is on Earth in the Tenth Aeneid and amidst the Battel Pallida Tisiphone media inter Millia saevit Which I guess to be Tysiphone the rather by the Etimology of her Name which is compounded of 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ulciscor and 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 caedes Part of her Errand being to affright Turnus with the Stings of a guilty Conscience and denounce Vengeance against him for breaking the first Treaty by refusing to yield Lavinia to Aeneas to whom she was promis'd by her Father and consequently for being the Author of an unjust War and also for violating the second Treaty by declining the single combat which he had stipulated with his Rival and call'd the Gods to witness before their Altars As for the Names of the Harpies so call'd on Earth Hesiod tells us they were Iris Aello and Ocypete Virgil calls one of them Celaeno This I doubt not was Alecto whom Virgil calls in the third Aeneid Furiarum maxima And in the sixth again by the same Name Furiarum maxima juxta accubat That she was the chief of the Furies appears by her description in the seventh Aeneid To which for haste I refer the Reader FINIS * Essay of Poetry * Essay of Poetry * Essay of Translated Verse pag. 26. * This whole Line is taken from the Marquess of Normanby 's Translation * This whole line is taken from Sir John Derhan