stroue with childish care and speed To fill her lap and others to exceed Dis saw affected carryed her away Almost at once Loue could not brooke delay The sad-fac't Goddesse cryes with feare appall'd To her Companions oft her Mother call'd And as she tore th'adornment of her haire Down fell the flow'rs which in her lap shee bare And such was her sweet Youth's simplicitie That their losse also made the Virgin crie The Rauisher flies on swift wheeles his horses Excites by name and their full speed inforces Shaking for haste the rust-obscured raignes Vpon their cole-black nâ—â—ks and shaggy maines Through Lakes through Palicine which expires A sulphrous breath through earth ingendring fires They passe to where Corinthian Bacchides Their Citie built betweene vnequall Seas The Land 'twixt Aretâ—â—sa and Cyâ—ne With stretcht-out hornes begirts th'included Sea Here Cyane who gaue the Lake a name Amongst Sicilian Nymphs of speciall fame Her head aduanc't who did the Goddesse know And boldly said You shall no farther goe Nor can you be vnwilling Ceâ—es son What you compell perswasion should haue won If humble things I may compare with great Anapis lou'd me yet did he intreat And me not frighted thus espous'd This said With out-stretcht armes his farther passage staid His wrath no longer Pluto could restraine But giues his terror-striking steeds the raigne And with his Regall mace through the profound And yeelding water cleaues the solid ground The breath t'infernall Tartarus extends At whose darke iawes the Chariot descends But Cyane the Goddesse Rape laments And her owne iniur'd Spring whose discontents Admit no comfort in her heart shee beares Her silent sorrow now resolues to teares And with that Fountayne doth incorporate Whereof th' immortall Deitic but late Her softned members thaw into a dow Her nailes lesse hard her bones now limber grew The slendrest parts first melt away her haire Fine fingers legs and feet that soone impaire And drop to streames then arms back shoulders side And bosom into little Currents glide Water in stead of blood fils her pale veines And nothing now that may be graspt remaines Mean-while through all the earth and all the Maine The fearfull Mother sought her childe in vaine Not deawy-hayr'd Aurora when shee rose Nor Hesperus could witnesse her repose Two pitchy Pines at flaming Aeâ—na lights And restlesse carries them through freezing Nights Againe when Day the vanquisht Starres supprest Her vanisht comfort seeks from East to West Thirsâ—y with trauell and no Fountayne nye A cottage thatcht with straw inuites her eye At th' humble gate she knocks An old wife showes Her selfe thereat and seeing her bestowes The water so desir'd which shee before Had boyl'd with barly Drinking at the doore A rude hard-fauour'd Boy beside her stood Who laught and cald her greedy-gut Her blood Inflam'd with anger what remayn'd shee threw Full in his face which forthwith speckled grew His armes conuert to legs a taile withall Spines from his changed shape of body small Lest he might proue too great a foe to life Though lesse yet like a Lizard th' aged wife That wonders weeps and feares to touch it shuns And presently into a creuise runs Fit to his colour they a name elect With sundry little stars all-ouerspeckt What Lands what Seas the Goddesse wandred through Were long to tell Earth had not roome enough To Sicil shee returns where ere shee goes Inquires and came where Cyane now flowes Shee had shee not beene changed all had told Now wants a tongue her knowledge to vnfold Yet to the mother of her daughter gaue A sure ostent who bore vpon a waue Persepbone's rich zone that from her fell When through the sacred Spring she sunke to hell This seen and knowne as but then lost shee tare Without selfe-pitty her dis-sheueled haire And with redoubled blowes her brest inuades Nor knowes what Land t' accuse yet all vpbraids Ingrate vnworthy with her gifts t' abound Triâ—acria chiefly where the steps shee found Of her misfortunes Therefore there shee brake The furrowing plough the Oxe and owner strake Both with one death then bade the fields beguile The trust impos'd shrunk seed corrupts That soile So celebrated for fertilitie Now barren grew corne in the blade doth die Now too much drouth annoys now lodging showres Stars smitch winds blast The greedy fowle deuoures The new-sowne graine Kintare and Darnell tire The fetter'd Wheat and weeds that through it spire In Elean waues Alphaeus Loue appeard And from her dropping haire her fore-head clear'd O Mother of that far-sought Maid thou friend To life said she here let thy labour end Nor be offended with thy faithfull Land That blamelesse is nor could her rape with-stand I here a guest not for my Country plead My Country Pisa is in Elis bred And as an Alien in Sicania dwell But yet no Country pleaseth me so well I Arethusa now these Springs possesse This is my seat which courteous Goddesse blesse Why I affect this place t' Ortrgia came Through such vast Seas I shall impart the same To your desire when you more fit to heare Shall quit your care and be of better cheare Earth giues me way through whose darke cauerns roll'd I here ascend and vnknowne stars behold While vnder ground by Styx my waters glide Your sweet Proserpina I there espy'd Full sad shee was euen then you might haue seen Feare in her face and yet shee is a Queen And yet shee in that gloomy Empire swayes And yet her wâ—ll th' infernall King obayes Stone-like stood Ceres at this heauy newes And staring long continued in a muse When griefe had quickned her stupiditie Shee tooke her Chariot and ascends the skie There veiled all in clouds with scattered haire Shee kneeles to Iupiter and made this pray'r â— Both for my blood and thine ô Ioue I sew If I be nothing gracious yet doe you A Father to your Daughter proue nor be Your care the lesse because shee sprung from me Lo she at length is found long sought through all The spacious World if you a Finding call What more the losse assures but if to know Her being be to Finde I haue found her so And yet I would the iniurie remit So he the stolne restore 'T were most vnfit That holy Hymen should thy daughter ioyne To such a Thiefe although shee were not mine Then Ioue The pledge is mutuall and these cares To either equall Yet this deed declares Much loue mis-called Wrong nor should we shame Of such a sonne could you but thinke the same All wants suppose can he be lesse than great And be Ioue's brother What when all compleat I but preferr'd by lot Or if you burne In endlesse spleen Let Proserpine returne On this condition That shee yet haue ta'ne No sustenance so Destinies ordaine To fetch her daughter Ceres postes in haste But Fates with-stood the Maid had broke her fast For wandring in the Ort-yard simply shee Pluckt a Pomegranet from the stooping Tree Thence tooke seuen
In Sipylus and in Maonia staid Yet slights that home example still rebels Against the Gods and with proud lâ—â—guage swels Many things sweld her Yet Amphiâ—â—s towne Their high descents not glory of a crowne So pleas'd her though she pleas'd her selfe in all As her faire race We Niobe might call The happiest mother that yet euer brought Life vnto light had not her selfe so thought Tiresian Manto in presages skild The streets inspir'd by holy fury fild With these exhorts Ismenides prepare To great Latona and her Twins with prayer Mix sweet perfumes your brows with Laurel bindâ— By me Latona bids The Thebans wind About their temples the commaunded Bay And sacred fires with incense feeding pray Behold the Queene in height of state appeares A Phrygian mantle weauâ—d with gold she weares Her face as much as rage would suffer faire She stops and shaking her disheueled haire The godly troope with hauty eyes suruayes What madnesse is it Here-say Gods she sayes Before the seene Coelestials to prefer Or while I Altars want to worship her Me Tantalus begot alowd to feast In heauenly bowres my mother not the least Pleias greatest Atlas fire to those On whose high shoulders all the stars repose Ioue is my other Grandfather and he My father in law a double grace to me Me Phrygia Cadmus kingdomes me obay My husbands harp-rais'd walls we ioyntly sway Through-out my Court behold in euery place Infinite riches adde to this a face Worthy a Goddesse Then to crowne my ioyes Seuen beauteous daughters and as many boyes All these by marriage to be multiply'd Say now haue we not reason for our pride How dare you then Latona Caeus birth Before me place to whom the ample Earth Deny'd a little spot t'vnlade her wombe Heauen Earth nor Seas afford your Goddesse roome A Vagabond till Delas harbor gaue Thou wandrest on the land I on the waue It said and granted an vnstable place She brought forth two the seuenth part of my race Happy who doubts I happy will abide Or who doubts that with plentie fortifi'd My state too great for fortune to bereaue Though much she rauish she much more must leaue My blessings are aboue low feare Suppose Some of my hopefull sons this people lose They cannot be reduc't to such a few Off with your bayes these idle Rites eschew They put them off the sacrifice forbore And yet Latona silently adore As far as free from barrennesse so much Disdaine and griefe th' inraged Goddesse touch Who on the top of Cynthus thus begins To vent her passion to her sacred Twins Lo I your mother proud in you alone Excepting Iuno second vnto none Am question'd if a Goddesse and must loose If you assist not all religious dews Nor is this all that curst Tantalian Seeds Adds soule reproaches to her impious deede She dares her children before you prefer And calls me childlesse may it light on her Whose wicked words her fathers tongue declarâ— About to second her report with praier Peace Phoebus said complaint too long delayes Conceau'd reuenge the same vext Phoebe sayes Then swiftly through the yielding ayre they glide To Cadmus towres whom thickned vapors hide A spacious plaine before the citty lieâ— Made dusty with the daily exercise Of trampling hooues by strife-full chariots tracke Part of Amphions actiue sons here backt High-bounding steeds whose rich caparison With scarlet blusht with gold their bridles shone Ismenus Ioe her pregnant wombs first spring As with his ready horse he bears a Ring And checks his fomy iawes ay me â—he cryes While through his groâ—ing brest an arrow flyâ—â— His bridle slackning with his dying force He leasurely sinks side-long from his horse Next Siphilus from clashing quiuer flieâ— With slackned raignes as when a Pilot spies A growing storme and least the gentle gaile Should scape besides him claps on all his saile His haste th'vneuitable bowe O're-took And through his throte the deadly arrow strook Who by the horses mane and speedy thighes Drops headlong and the earth in purple dies Now Phoedimus and Tantalus the heire This Grand-â—ires names that labour done prepare To wrastle Whilst with oyled lims they prest Each others power close grasping brest to brest A shaft which from th'impulsiue bow-string flew Them in that sad Coniunction ioyntly slew Both grone at once at once their bodyes bend With bitter pangs at once to earth descend Her tongue and pallat rob'd of inward heat At once congeale her pulse forbeares to beat Her neck wants power to turne her feet to goe Her armes to moue her very bowels grow Into a stone She yet retaines her teares Whom straight a hurle-wind to her Countrie beares And fixes on the summit of a hill Now from that mourning marble teares distill Th'exemplary reuenge struck all with feare Who offerings to Latona's altars beare With doubled zeale When one as oft befalls By present accidents the past recalls In fruitfull Lyciâ— once said he there dwelt A sort of Pesants who her vengeance felt 'T was of no note in that the men were base Yet wonderfull I saw the poole and place Sign'd with the prodigie My father spent Almost with age ill brooking trauell sent Me thither for choice Steeres and for my guide A natiue gaue Those pastures searcht we spy'd An ancient Altar black with cinders plac't Amidst a Lake with shiuering reeds imbrac't O fauour me he softly murmuring said O fauour me I softly murmuring praid Then askt if Nymph or Faune therein reside Or rurall God The stranger thus reply'd O youth no mountaine Powres this altar hold Shee calls it hers to whom Ioues wife of old Earth interdicted till that floting I le Waue-wandring Delo finisht her exile Where coucht on palmes and oliues she in spight Of freâ—full Iuno brought her Twins to light Thence also frighted from her painefull bed With her two infant Deities she fled Now in Chimara-breeding Lycia fir'd By burning beames and with long trauell tyr'd Heat-raised thirst the Goddesse sore opprest By their exhausting of her milk increast By fortune in a dale with longing eyes A Lake of shallow water she descries Where Clownes were then a gathering picked weeds With shrubby osiers and plash-louing reedes Approcht Titania kneeles vpon the brink And of the cooling liquor stoops to drinke The Clownes with-stood Why hinder you said she The vse of water that to all is free The Sun aire water Nature did not frame Peculiar a publick gift I clame Yet humbly I intreat it not to drench My weary lims but killing thirst to quench My tongue wants moysture my iawes are dry Scarce is there way for speech For drink I dye Water to me were Nectar If I liue 'T is by your fauour life with water giue Pitty these babes for pitty they aduance Their little armes their armes they stretcht by chancâ— With whom would not such gentle words preuaile But they perseuering to prohibit raile The place with threats command her to forsake Then with their hands and
gloes Coole aire expect my trauels sweet repose Come aire I wont to sing relieue th' opprest Come ô most welcome glide into my brest Now quench as erst in me this scalding heat By chance I other blandishments repeat So Fates inforce as ô my soules delight By thee I am fed and chear'd thy sweets excite My affections to these woods ô life of death May euer I inhale thy quickning breath A busie eare these doubtfull speeches caught Who oft-nam'd aire some much-lou'd Dryad thoughâ— And told to Procris with a leuder tongue His false surmises with the song I sung Loue is too credulous With griefe she faints And scarce reuiuing bursts into complaints My spotlesse faith with furie execrates Woe 's me she cryes produc't to cruell fates Transported with imaginarie blame What is not feares an vnsubstantiall name Yet grieues poore soule as if in truth abus'd Yet often doubts and her distrust accus'd Now holds the information for a lye Nor will trust other witnesse than her eye Aurora re-inthron'd th' insuing Day I hunt and speed As on the grasse I lay Come aire said I my tyred spirits cheare At this an vnknowne sighe inuades my eare Yet I O come before all ioyes prefer'd Among the withered leaues a rustling heard I threw my dart supposing it some beast But ô 't was Procris wounded on the brest Shee shreckt ay me Her voyce too well I knew And thither with my griefe distracted flew Halfe dead all blood-imbrew'd my wife I found Her gift alas exhaling from her wound I rais'd her body than my owne more deare To bind her wounds my lighter garment teare And striue to stench the blood O pitty take Said I nor thus a guilty soule forsake She weake and now a dying thus applies Her tongues forc't motion By our nuptiall ties By heauen-imbowred Gods by those below To whose infernall monarchy I goe By that if euer I deserued well By this ill-fated loue for which I fell Yet now in death most constantly retaine O let not Ayre our chaster bed prophane This said I show'd and she perceiued how That error grew but what auail'd it now She sinkes her blood along her spirits tooke Who lookes on me as long as she could looke My lips her soule receiue with her last breath Who now resolued sweetly smiles in death The weeping Hero's told this tragedy To those that wept as fast The King drew nye And his two sons with wel-arm'd Regiments New-rais'd which he to Cephalus presents OVID'S METAMORPHOSIS The Eighth Booke THE ARGVMENT HArmonious walls Leud Scylla now despaires With Nisus chang'd the Larke the Hobby dares Ariadnes Crowne a Constellation made Th'inuentiue youth a Partridge still affraid Of mounting Meleagers Sisters mourne His tragedio to Foule so named turne Fiue water Nymphs the fiue Echinades Defigure Perimele neere to these Becomes an Iland Ioue and Hermes take The formes of men A Citie turn ' t'a Lake A Cottage to a Temple That good pare Old Baucis and Philemon changed are At once to sacred Trees In various shapes Blew Proteus sports Oft selfe chang'd Metra scapâ—â— Scorn'a ' seruitude The Streame of Calydon Forsakes his owne and other shapes puts on NOw Lucifer exalts the Day to hell Old Night descends The Easterne winds now fell Moyst clouds arose when gentle Southerne gales Befriend returning Cephalus Full sailes Wing his successefull course who long before All expectation toucht the wished shore For no heart is so hard that did but know And would a lance against his bosom throw It takes with me my country I intend To render vp and giue these warres an end What isâ— to intend Each passage hath a guard My father keepes the keyes and sees them bard 'T is he defers my â—oyes 't is he I dread Would I were not or he were with the dead â—uâ—h we are our owne Gods They thriue that dare And fortune is a foe to slothfull praire Long since an other scorcht with such a fire By death had forâ—'â— a way to her desire Yet why should any more aduenturous proue I dare through sword and fire make way to Loue. And yet here is no vse of fire nor sword But of my fathers haire This must afford What 〈◊〉 so much affect and make me blest 〈◊〉 than all the treasure of the East This said Night nurse of cares her curtaines drew When in the dark she more audacious grew In 〈◊〉 of rest when tyr'd with day-bred cares Sleepe all inuests she silently repaires Into her fathers bed-chamber and there Extracts ô horrid act â— his fatall haire 〈…〉 of her wicked prey with her she bore The 〈◊〉 spoyle vnlocks a Posterne doore 〈…〉 the foe bold by her merit made 〈…〉 vn-astonisht said 〈…〉 Seede 〈…〉 my Gods no meede 〈…〉 â—aire receiue 〈…〉 not thinke a haire giue But my old fathers head With that presents The gift with wicked hand and bad ostents Minos reiects it and much terrifide With horror of so foule a deede replide The Gods exile thee O thou most abhord Their world to thee nor Land nor Sea afford How-ere Ioues Creete the world wherein I raigne Shall such a Monster neuer entertaine This said the most iust Victor doth impose Lawes no lesse iust vpon his vanquisht foes Then orders that they forth with ores conuay Abord the brasse-beakt ships and anchors waye When Scylla saw the Gnossian nauy swim And that her treason was abhor'd by him To violent anger she conuerts her prayers And Furie-like with stretcht armes and spred haires Cry'd Whither fly'st thou leauing me for-lore That conquest-crown'd thee ô preferd before My Country Father 't was not thou didst win But I that gaue my merrit and my sin Not this not such affection could perswade Nor that on thee I all my hopes had layd For whither should I goe thus left alone What to my Country that 's by me o're-throwne Wer 't not my treason doomes me to exile Or to my father giuen vnto thy spoyle Me worthily the Citizens will hate And neighbours feare th' example in their State I out of all the world my selfe haue throwne To purchase an accesse to Creet alone Which if deny'd and left to such despaire Europa ne'r one so vngratefull bare But swallowing Syrt's Charybdis chaft with wind Or some fell Tygres of th' Aâ—menian kind Ioâ—e'â— noâ— thy father nor with forged shape Of Bull beguild thy mother culd her rape That story of thy glorious race is faind For shee a wild and louelesse Bull sustaind O father Nisus thy reuenge behold Reioyee O Citie by my treason sold Death I confesse I merit Yet would I Might by their hands whom I haue iniur'd dye I or why shouldst thou who onely didst subdue By my offending my offence pursue My Country and my father felt this sinne Which vnto thee a courtesie hath beene Thou worthy art of such a wife as stood A Bulls hot incest in a Cow of wood Whose shamelesse womb a monstrous burthen bare Ah! doe my sorrowes to thy
short pause Perhaps you thinke this Bird which liues by rape To all a terror euer had that shape He was a man as constant in his minde As fierce in warre to great attempts inclinde Daedalion nam'd sprung from that Star which wakes The deawie Morne the last that heauen forsakes Affected peace I fostered with the rites Of nuptiall ioyes He ioy'd in bloudy fights His valour Kingdomes with their Kings subdude By whom the Thisbian Doues are now persude His daughter Chione whose beauty drew A thousand sutors ripe for marriage grew By fortune Phoebus the sonne of Mar From Delphos and Cyllenus came this way Here meeting looke and like The God of Light Deserres his ioy-imbracing hopes till night Hermes ill-brookes delay who on her laid His drowsie rod and forc't the sleepie Maid Night spangs the skie with starres An old wifes shape Apollo tooke and seconds Hermes rape Now when the fulnesse of her time drew nie Autolicbus was borne to Mercurie Nor from the Sire the Sonne degenerates Cunning in theft and wily in all fleights Who could with subtiltie deceiue the sight Conuerting white to blacke and blacke to white To Phoebus for she bare two sonnes belongs Philammon famous for his Harpe and songs What is 't t' haue had two sonnes two Gods t' inflame A valiant father Iupiter the same Is glory fatall sure t' was so to Her Who to Diaâ—as durst her face confer And blame her beauty With a cruell looke She said Our deeds shall right vs. Forthwith tooke Her bow and bent it when the bow-string flung Th'eiected arrow through her guiltie tongue It bleeds of speech and sound at once berest And life with bloud her falling bodie left What griefe ô Piety opprest my heart What said I not t' asswage my brothers smart Who heares me so as rockes the roring waues That beat their browes and for his Daughter raues But when he saw her burne foure times assail'd To sacke the flamie Pile as often fail'd Then turnes his heeles to flight much likae a Bull By Hornets stung whom scratching brambles pull Yet seem'd to run farre faster than a man As if his feet had wings and all out-ran Who swift in chace of wished death ascends Paâ—â—assus top As he his bodie bends To iumpe from downe-right cliffes compassionate Apollo with light wings preuents his fate With beake and tallons arm'd with strength repleat Aboue his size his courage still as great This Falcon friend to none all soule persu'th And grieuing is the cause of common ruth Sad Ceyx thus his brothers change relates When Pâ—â—â—aâ—â— Anctor prest the gates Who kept the Heard and cry'd halfe out of breath Peleus I bring thee newes of losse and death Report said Peleus we are bent to beare The worst of fortunes While the King with feare Hangs on his tongue He panting still afeard To winding shores we draue the weary Heard When Phoebus from the heighth of all the skie The East and West beheld with equall eie A part on yellow sands their limbs display And from their ease the wauy fields suruay While other slowly wander here and there Some swim in seas and lofty fore-heads reare A Fane vndâ—ckt with gold or marble stone Adioynes high blockt within a groue o're-growne This the Nerâ—iÌ„des and Nereus hold By sea-men who there dry'd their nets so told Neere it a Marish thicke with sallowes stood Made plashie by the interchanging stood A Wolfe a monstrous beast with hideous noise That frights the confines from those thickets flies His lightning iawes with bloud and soame besmear'd In whose red eyes two darting flames appear'd Though fell with rage and famine yet his rage More greedy farre nor hunger seekes t' asswage With bloud of beeues and so surcease but all He meets with wounds insuking in their fall Nor few of vs while we his force with-stood Fell by his rankling pâ—angs The shore with blood With bloud the sea-brimme blusht and bellowing lakes Delay is losse and Doubt if selfe forsakes Arme arme while something yet is left to lose And ioyning force this mortall Bane oppose The Heardsman ends Nor did this losse incense Aeacides remembring his offence Borne as the iustice of sad Psamathe To celebrate her Phocus Obsequie The King commands his men to arme prouides To goe in person Busie rumour guides This to Alâ—yâ—ne her passion bare Her swiftly thither running with her haire Halfe vncompos'd and that disordering clung About his necke then weepes and with a tongue That scarce could speake intreats that they alone Might goe nor hazard both their liues in one To whom Aeacides Faire Queene forgoe Your vertuous feare too much your bounties flow No force auaâ—les in such â—stents as these 'T is prayer that must the sea-thron'd Power appease A lofty towâ—e within a fortresse stood A friend to wandring ships that plough the flood They this ascend and sigâ—ung see the shore With cattell strew'd the Spoyler drencht in gore Here Peleus fixt on seas with knees that bend Blew Psamathe implores at length to end The iustâ—â—â— of her wrath She from his speech Diuerts her eares till Tâ—eâ—â—s did beseech And got her husbands pardon nor yet could The saluage Wolfe from thirst of bloud with-hold Tâ—ll she the beast as he a Heifer flew Transform'd to marble differing but in â—ew All else intire The colour of the stone Shew him no Wolfe now terrible to none Yet Fate would not permit Aeacides To harbour here nor found in exile ease Till at Magnesiâ— in a happy time Acastus purg'd him from his bloudy crime Meane-while perplext with former prodigies Both of his neece and brother to aduize With sacred Oracles the ioyes of men Câ—yx prepares for Clares Phâ—rbâ—â— then With his Phlegyan hoast alike prophane The passage stopt to Dâ—lphian Phoebus Fane Yet first to thee his secret purpose told Faith crown'd Alcyone An inward cold Shot through her bones her changing face appeares As pale as Box surrounded with her teares Thrice stroue to speake thrice weeps through deare constraint Sobs interrupting her diuine complaint What fault of mine my Life hath chang'd thy mind Where is that loue that late so cleerely shin'd Canst thou thy selfe enioy from me remou'd Doe long wayes please is now my absence lou'd Yet didst thou goe by land I should alone Grieue without feare now both combine in one Seas fright me with their tragicall aspect Of late I saw them on the shore eiect Their scattered wracks and often haue I read Sad names on sepulchers that want their dead Nor let false hopes thy confidencie please In that my father great Hippotades The strugling winds in rockie cauernes keepes And at his pleasure calmes the raging Deepes They once broke loose submit to no command But raue o're all the sea and all the land High clouds perplex with sterne concursions rore Emitting flames I feare by knowledge more These knew I and oft saw their rude comport While yet a Girle within my Fathers Court But if my prayers can
Sarmatia bordering on the Euxine Sea by Augustus Caesar on the fourth of the Ides of December and in the one and fiftieth yeere of his age to the generall griefe of his friends acquaintance who sailed into Thrace in a ship of his owne and by land performed the rest of his voyage The cause of this his so cruell and deplored exile is rather coniectured than certainely knowne Most agree that it was for his too much familiaritie with Iulia the daughter of Augustus masked vnder the name of Corinna Others that hee had vnfortunately seene the incest of Caesar which may be insinuated in that he complaines of his error and compares himself to Actaeon But the pretended occasion was for his composing of the Art of Loue as intolerably lasciuious and corrupting good manners A pretence I may cal it since vnlikely it is that he should banish him in his age for what he writ wheÌ„ hardly a man after so long a conniuance Yet Augustus either to conceale his owne crime or his daughters would haue it so thought neither would Ov 〈◊〉 reneale the true cause lest hee should further exasperate his displeasure After he had long in vaine solicited his repeaâ—e by the mediation of Germanicus Caesar and others that were neere vnto the Emperour or at least to bee remoued to a more temperate Clime his hopes as he writes forsaking the earth with Augustus he dyed at Tomos in the fifth yeere of the raigne of Tiberius hauing liued seuen yeeres in banishment As Tibullus and hee were borne in one day so he and Liuie dyed on an other that his birth and death might bee nobly accompanied He had so wonne the barbarous Get's with his humanitie and generous actions hauing also written a booke in their language that they honoured him in his life with triumphant garlands and celebrated his funerals with vniuersall sorrow erecting his tombe before the gates of their citie hard by a lake which retaineth his name to this day His sepulchre was found in the yeere MDVIII with a magnificent couerture presenting this Epitaph FATYM NECESSITATIS LEX Here â—es that â—iu ag Poâ—t by the rage Câ—gâ—ear Augustus banished from Rome Who 〈◊〉 his couâ—◠〈…〉 sought t' intereâ— bâ— Age But vaiâ—ly Fate hath lodg'd him in this tomb Isabella Queene of Hungarie in the yeere MDXL. shewed to Bargaeuâ— a pen of siluer found not long before vnder certaine ruines with this inscription OVIDII NASONIS CALAMVS which she highly esteemed and preserued as a sacred relique Of the bookes which he writ since most of them are extant among vs I will onely recite these following verses of Anga'uâ— Politianus 1 From times first birth be chants the change of things 2 â—â—e stanies of 〈◊〉 in â—legiacks sings 3 〈…〉 lbis he insnares 4 〈…〉 with â—ouers cares 5 〈…〉 deplores his sad exile 6 〈…〉 Roman Festiuals comâ—th 7 〈…〉 vnknown to Latin eares 8 〈…〉 glide in heauëly spheres 9 〈…〉 igran mickrâ—mes 10 〈…〉 climes 11. 〈…〉 abuse the times Yet leaues he out the Remedie of Loue a legitimate Poem except he make it an appendix to the Art and his Consolation to Liuia for the death of Drusus which Seneca hath excerped and sprinkled among his seuerall Consâ—lations Among such a multiplicitie of arguments our gentle Poet did neuer write a virulent verse but onely against Cormficus maskt vnder the name of Ibis who solicited his wiâ—e in his absence and laboured against the repeale of his banishment Concerning his Metamorphosis it should seeme that he therein imitated Parthenius of Chios who writ on the same argument as the Latin Poets euen generally borrowed their inuentions from the Graecian Magazins I will conclude with that himselfe hath written of this Poem wherein I haue imployed my vacant howres with what successe I leaue to the censure of others which perhaps may prouâ— lesse rigid than my owne I thanke your loue my verse farre liueber then My picture show me wherefore those peruse My verse which sing the charged shapes of men Though lest vnpersect by my banisht Muse Departing these I sadly with my hand Iâ— to the fire with other riches threw Her soâ—ne so Thestias burning in his brand A better sister than a mother grew So I what should not perish with me cast Those brokes my issue in the sunerall flame In that I did my Muse and verse distast Or that as yet vnpolished and lame But since I could not so destroy them quite I or sundrie copies it should scene there be Now may they liue nor lazily delight The generous header put in mind of me Yet they with patience can by none be read That know not how they vncorrected stand Snatcht from the forge are throughly anuiled Depriued of my last life-giuing hand For praise I pardon craue though highly grac'd If Reader they be not despisd by thee Yet in the front be these sixe verses plac'd if with thy liking it at least agree Who meâ—ts this Orpl an-volume poor in worth Within your 〈◊〉 charlorage afford In wiâ—ne are fauoâ—r â—et by him set sorth 〈◊〉 â—sht from lie uncrell of his Iod. The 〈…〉 which presents it's wae defect At pleaâ—ure with a friendly hand correct OVID DEFENDED SInce diuers onely wittie in reproouing haue prophaned our Poet with their fastidious censures wee to vindicate his worth from detraction and prouent preiudicacie haue here reuiued a few of those infinite testimonies which the cleerest indgements of all Ages haue giuen him I will begin with the censure of that accurate Orator MARCVS ANNaeVS SENECA One of his frequent and admiring Auditors NASO had a constant becomming and amiable wit His Prose appeared no other than dissolued Verses And a little after Of his words no Prodigall except in his Verse wherein hee was not ignorant of the fault but affected it and often wou'd say that a Molemisse-became not a beautifull face but made it more louely Amongst the excellent of his time wee may esteeme Vâ—ULEIVS PATERCVLVS Who writeth thus in his history It is almost S. HIEROME Semiramis of whom they report many wonders erected the walls of Babylon as â—esâ—tisiss that renowned Poet in the fourth booke of his Metamorphosis Nor is he forgot by S. AVGVSTINE And Naso that excellent Poet. Now descend wee to those whom later times haue preferred for learning and indgement Thus sings the high prais'd ANGEIVS POLITIANVS T is do by all waâ—trer 〈◊〉 whom Sulmo bore The 〈…〉 Tyber honour'd more Than has soule â—x le thee desam'd O Rome From Geuck 〈◊〉 alas but I alse in tombe Perhaps 〈◊〉 serve thy Augustus spyes To loike oâ— Iuâ—ia 〈◊〉 friendly eyes ERASMVS crownes him with the perfection of Eloquence And the Censurer of all Poets IVLIVS CaeSAR SCALIGER thus writes when hee comes to censure our Author But now wee arriue where the height of wit and sharpnesse of iudgement are both to bee exerciz'd For who can commend OVID sufficiently much lesse who
The King his sonne to seeke his daughter sent Fore-doomed to perpetuall banishment Except his fortune to his wish succeed How pious and how impious in one deed Earth wandred-through Ioue's thefts who can exquire He shuns his Country and his Fathers ire With Phoebus Oracle consults to know What Land the Fates intended to bestow Who thus In desart fields obserue a Cow Yet neuer yoaâ—t nor seruile to the plow Follow her slow conduct and where shee shall Repose there build the place Boeotia call Scarce Cadmus from Castalian Caue descended When he a Hecfer saw by no man tended Her neck vngall'd with groning seruitude The God ador'd he foot by foot pursew'd Cephisus floud and Panope now past Shee made a stand to heauen her fore-head cast With loftie horns most exquisitely faire Then with repeated lowings fild the Ayre Looks back vpon the company sheeled And kneeling makes the tender grasse her bed Thanks-giuing Cadmus kift the vnknowne ground The stranger fields and hills saluting round About to sacrifice to heauen's high King He sends for water from the liuing Spring A Wood there was which neuer Axe did hew In it a Caue where Reeds and Osiers grew Rooft with a rugged Arch by Nature wrought With pregnant waters plentifully fraught The lurking Snake of Mars this Hold possest Bright scal'd and shining with a golden crest His bulk with poyson swolne fire-red his eyes Three darting tongues three ranks of teeth comprise This fatall Well th' vnlucky Tyrians found Who with their down-let Pitcher rays'd a sound With that the Serpent his blew head extends And suffering Ayre with horrid hisses rends The water from them fell their colour fled Who all astonisht shook with sudden dread Hee wreaths his scaly foldes into a heape And fetcht a compasse with a mightie leape Then bolt-vpright his monstrous length displayes More than halfe way and all the Woods suruayes Whose body when all seene no lesse appeares Than that which parts the two Coelestiall Beares Whether the Tyrians sought to fight or flie Or whether they through feare could neither trie Some crash the 'twixt his iawes some claspt to death Some kils with poyson others with his breath And now the Sunne the shortest shadowes made Then Cadmus wondring why his seruants stay'd Their foot-steps trac't A hide the Hero's wore Which late he from a slaughtred Lyon tore His Arms a dart a bright steele-pointed Speare And such a minde as could not stoope to feare When he the Wood had entred and there view'd The bodies of the slaine with bloud imbrew'd Th' insulting victor quenching his dire thirst At their suckt wounds he sigh 't as heart would burst Then said I will reuenge O faithfull Mates Your murders or accompany your Fates With that he lifteth vp a mighty stone which with a more than manly force was throwne What would haue batter'd downe the strongest wall And shiuered towres doth giue no wound at all The hardnesse of his skin and scales that grow Vpon his armed back repell the blowe And yet that strong defence could not so well The vigour of his thrilling Dart repell Which through his winding back a passage rends There sticks the steele into his guts descends Rabid with anguish hoe retorts his looke Vpon the wound and then the iaueling tooke Betweene his teeth it euery way doth winde At length tugg'd out yet leaues the head behind His rage increast with his augmenting paines And his thick-panting throte swels with full veines A cold white froth surrounds his poys'nous iawes On thundring Earth his trayling scales he drawes Who from his black and Stygian maw eiect's A blasting breath which all the grasse infects His body now he circularly bends Forthwith into a monstrous length extends Then rusheth on like showr-incensed Floods And with his brest ore-beares the obuious Woods The Prince gaue way who with the Lyon's spoyle Sustayn'd th' assault and fore't a quick recoyle His Lance fixt in his iawes What could not feele He madly wounds and bites the biting steele Th' inuenom'd gore which from his palate bled Conuerts the grasse into a duskie red Yet slight the hurt in that the Snake with-drew And so by yeelding did the force subdew Till Agenorides the steele imbrew'd In his wide throte and still his thrust pursew'd Vntill an Oke his back-retrait with-stood There he his neck transsixt with it the Wood. The Tree bends with a burden so vnknowne And lashed by the Serpents taile doth grone While he suruay'd the hugenesse of his foe This voyce he heard from whence he did not know Why is that Serpent so admir'd by thee Agenor's sonne a Serpent thou shalt bee He speechlesse grew pale feare repeld his blood And now vncurled haire like bristles stood Behold mans Fautresse Pallas from the sky Descending to his needfull aide stood by Who bade him in the turn'd-vp surrowes throw The Serpents teeth that future men might grow He as commanded plow'd the patient Earth And therein sow'd the seeds of humane birth Lo past beliefe the Clods began to moue And tops of Lances first appear'd aboue Then Helmets nodding with their plumed Crefts Forth-with refulgent Pouldrons plated Brests Hands with offensiue weapons charg'd insew And Target-bearing troops of Men vp-grew So in our Theater's solemnities When they the Arras rayse the Figures rise Afore the rest their faces first appeare By little and by little then they reare Their bodies with a measure-keeping hand Vntill their feet vpon the border stand Bold Cadmus though much daunted at the sight Of such an Host addrest him to the fight Forbeare a new-borne Souldier cry'd t' ingage Thy better fortune in our ciuill rage With that he on his earth-bread brother flew At whom a deadly dart another threw Nor he that kild him long suruiucs his death But through wide wounds expires his infant breath Slaughter with equall furie runs through all And by vnciuill ciuill blowes they fall The new-sprung Youth who hardly life possest Now panting kick their Mother's bloudy brest But fiue suruiu'd of whom Echion one His Armes to Earth by Pallas counsell throwne He craues the loue he offers All accord As Brothers should and what they take afford Sidonian Cadmus these assist to build His loftie walls the Oracle fulfild Now flourisht Thebes now did thy exile proue In shew a blessing those that rule in loue And warre thy Nuptials with their daughter grace By such a Wife to haue so faire a race So many sonnes and daughters nephewes too The pledges of their peacefull beds insew And they now growne to excellence and powre But Man must censur'd be by his last houre Whom truly we can neuer happy call Afore his death and closing funerall In this thy euery way so prosperous state Thy first misse-hap sprung from thy Nephew's fate Whose browes vnnaturall branches ill adorne By his vngratefull dogs in pieces torne Yet fortune did offend in him not he For what offence may in an error be With purple bloud slaine Deare the Hills imbrew
well knowne bosom glides her waste And yeelding neck with louing twines imbrac't Amazement all the standers-by possest While glittering combs their slippery heads inuest Now are they two who crept together chayn'd Till they the couert of the Wood attayn'd These gentle Dragons knowing what they were Do hurt to no man nor mans presence feare Yet were those sorrowes by their daughters sonne Much comforted who vanquisht India won To whom th' Achaians Temples consecrate Diuinely magnifi'd through either State Alone Acrisius Abantrades Though of one Progenie dissents from these Who from th' Argolian Citie made his flie And manag'd armes against a Deitie Nor him nor Persâ—us he for Ioue's doth hold Begot on DanaeÌ„ in a showre of gold Yet straight repents so preualent is truth Both to haue forc't the God doom'd the Youth Now is the one inthroned in the skyes The other through Ayr 's emptie Region flyes And beares along the memorable spoyle Of that new Monster conquer'd by his toyle And as he o're the Lybian Deserts flew The bloud that drop's from Gorgen's head streight greâ—â— To various Serpents quickned by the ground With these those much infested Climes abound Hither and thither like a cloud of rayne Borne by crosse windes he cuts the ayrie Mayne Far-distant earth beholding from on high And ouer all the ample World doth flie Thrice saw Aroturus thrice to Cancer prest Oft harried to the East oft to the West And now not trusting to approched night Vpon th' Hesperian Continent doth light And craues some rest till Lucifer displayes Aurora's blush and shee Apollo's rayes Huge-statur'd Atlas Iapetonides Here sway'd the vtmost bounds of Earth and Seas Where Titan's panting steeds his Chariot steepe And bathe their fierie feet-locks in the Deepe A thousand Heards as many Flocks he fed In those large Pastures where no neighbours tread Here to their tree the shining branches sute To them their leaues to those the golden fruit Great King said Perseus if high birth may moue Respect in thee behold the sonne of Ioue If admiration then my Acts admire Who rest and hospitable Rites desire He mindfull of this prophecie of old By sacred Themis of Parnassus told In time thy golden fruit a prey shall proue O Iaphets sonne vnto the sonne of Ioue This fearing he his Orchard had inclos'd With solid Cliffs that all accesse oppos'd The Guard whereof a monstrous Dragon held And from his Land all Forrainers expeld Be gone said he for feare thy glories prooue But counterfeit and thou no sonne to Ioue Then addes vnciuill violence to threats With strength the other seconds his intreats In strength inferiour Who so strong as he Since courtesie nor any worth in me Vext Perseus said can purchase my regard Yet from a guest receiue thy due reward With that Medusa's vgly head he drew His owne reuersed Forthwith Atlas grew Into a Mountayne equall to the man His haire and beard to woods and bushes ran His armes and shoulders ' into ridges spred And what was his is now the Mountaynes head Bones turne to stones and all his parts extrude Into a huge prodigious altitude Such was the pleasure of the euer-blest Whereon the heauens with all their tapers rest Hippotades in hollow rocks did close The strife-full Windes Bright Lucifer â—ose And rous'd-vp Labour Perseus hauing ty'd His wings t' his feet his fauchion to his side Sprung into ayre below on either hand Innumerable Nations left the Land Of Aethiop and the Cepheâ— fields suruay'd There where the innocently wretched maid Was for her mothers proud impietie By vniust Ammon sentenced to die Whom when the Heros saw to hard rocks chain'd But that warm tears from charged eye-springs drain'd And light winds gently fann'd her fluent haire He would haue thought her marble Ere aware He fire attracteth and astonisht by Her beautie had almost forgot to fly Who lighting said O fairest of thy kinde More worthy of those bands which Louers bind Than these rude gyues the Land by thee renownd Thy name thy birth declare and why thus bound At first the silent Virgin was affrayd To speake t' a man and modestly had made A visard of her hands but they were ty'd And yet abortiue teares their fountaines hide Still vrg'd lest she should wrong her innocence As if asham'd to vtter her offence Her Countrie shee discouers her owne name Her beauteous Mothers confidence and blame All yet vntold the Waues began to rore Th' apparant Monster hast'ning to the shore Before his brest the broad-spred Sea vp-beares The Virgin shreeks Her Parents see their feares Both mourne both wretched but shee iustly so Who bring no aid but extasies of woe With teares that sute the time Who take the leaue They loathe to take and to her body cleaue You for your griefe may haue the stranger said A time too long short is the houre of aid If freed by me Ioue's sonne in fruitfull gold Begot on Danaâ— through a brazen Hold Who conquer'd Gorgon with the snakie haire And boldly glide through vn-inclosed aire If for your sonne you then will me prefer Adde to this worth That in deliuering her I 'le trie so fauour me the Powres diuine That shee sau'd by my valour may be mine They take a Law intreat what he doth offer And further for a Dowre their Kingdome proffer Lo as a Gally with fore-fixed prow Row'd by the sweat of slaues the Sea doth plow Euen so the Monster furroweth with his brest The foming floud and to the neere Rocke prest Not farther distant than a man might fling A way-inforcing bullet from a sling Forth-with the youthfull issue of rich showrs Earth pushing from him to the blew skye towrs The furious Monster eagerly doth chace His shadow gliding on the Seas smooth face And as Ioue's bird when shee from high suruayes A Dragon basking in Apollo's rayes Descends vnseene and through his necks blew scales To shun his deadly teeth her talons naile's So swiftly stoops high-pitcht Inachides Through singing ayre then on his backe doth sears And neere his right sin sheaths his crooked sword Vp to the hilts who deeply wounded roar'd Now capers in the ayre now diues below The troubled waues now turn's vpon his foe Much like a chafed â—Bore whom eager hounds Haue at a Bay and terrifie with sounds He with swift wings his greedy iawes auoids Now with his fauchion wounds his scaly sides Now his shell-rough-cast back now where the taile Ends in a Fish or parts expos'd t'assaile A streame mixt with his bloud the Monster flings From his wide throat which wets his heauy wings Nor longer dares the wary Youth rely On their support He sees a rock hard by Whose top aboue the quiet waters stood But vnderneath the winde-incensed flood There lights and holding by the rocks extent His oft-thrust sword into his bowels sent The shore rings with th' applause that fills the skye Then Cepheus and Cassiope with ioy Salute him for their son whom now they call The
groues where â—iber turn'd a Steere To cloke his sons slye theft into a Deere The sand-heape which Corytus Sire containes And where new-barking Merâ— frights the plaines Euryphylus towne where hornes the Matrons sham'd Of â—o when Hercules the Coans tam'd Phoebeian â—hode â—al sian Telchines Drencht by Ioues vengeance in his brothers seas For all transforming with their vitious eyes By Caea's old Carthetan turrets flyes Where fates Alcidamas with wonder moue To thinke his daughter could become a Doue Then Hyries lake Cyâ—neian Tempe view'd Grac't by a Swan with sudden plumes indu'd For Phyllius there had at a Boyes command Wild birds and saluage Lyons brought to hand Who bid to tame a Bull his will perform'd Yet at so sterne a loue not seldome storm'd And his last purchase to the boy deny'd Pouting You 'l wish you had giuen it me he cry'd And iumpt from downe-right cliffs All held him bain'd When spredding wings a siluer Swan sustain'd His Mother ignorant thereof became A Lake with weeping which they Hyrie name Next Pleâ—ron lies where Ophian Combe shuns With trembling wings her life pursuing sons Then neere â—atona-lou'd Calaurea rang'd In which the King and Queene to birds were chang'd 〈◊〉 on the right hand where the beast 〈◊〉 would his mother haue comprest Cephisus spies who for his nephew mourn'd Into a Sea-calfe by Apollo turn'd 〈◊〉 Court whose daughter sads her Sire With mounting wings Her Snakes at length retire To Piren Ephyr men if Fame say true Here at the first from shower-raysd mushrumps grew But after Colchis had the new-wed Dame And Creons Pallace wrapt in Magick flame When impious steele her childrens bloud had shed The ill-reueng'd from Iasons fury fled Whom now the swift Titanian Dragons draw To Pallas towres Those thee iust Phineus saw And thee old Periphas at once to flie Where Polyphemons Neece new wings supply Aegaeus entertaines her of his life The onely staine and took her for his wife Here Theseus maskt vnknown who great in Deed Had two-sea'd Isthmos from oppression freed Whose vndeserued ruin Phasias sought By mortall Aconite from Scythia brought This from Echidna's hel-hound effence drawes There is a blind steepe caue with foggy iawes Through which the bold Tirynthian Heros strain'd Drag'd Cerberus with adamant inchain'd Who backward hung and scouling lookt a-skew On glorious Day with anger rabid grew Thrice howles thrice barks at once with his three heads And on the grasse his spumy poyson sheds This sprung attracting from the fruitfull soyle Dire nourishment and powre of deathfull spoyle The rurall Swaines because it takes delight In liuing rocks surnam'd it Aconite Aegaeus by her fly perswasions wonne As to a foe presents it to his sonne He took the cup when by the iuory hilt Of Theseus sword Aegaeus found her guilt And struck the potion from his lips With charmes Ingendring clouds she scapes his lengthlesse armes Though glad of his sons safetie a chill feare Shooke all his powers that danger was so neere With fire he feeds the Altars richly feasts The Gods with gifts Whole Hecatombs of beasts Their hornes with ribands wreath'd imbrew the ground No day they say was euer so renown'd Amongst th' Athenians Noble vulgar all Together celebrate that Festiuall And sing when flowing bowles their spirits raise Great Theseus Marathon resounds thy praise For slaughter of the Cretan Bull. Secure They liue who Cremyons wasted fields manure By thy exploit and bounty Vulcans Seed By thee glad Epidaure beheld to bleed Immane Procrustes death Cephisia view'd Elusis Cercyon's Scinis ill indu'de With strength so much abus'd who Beeches bent And tortur'd bodyes 'twixt their branches rent Thou slew'st The way which to Alcathoê led Is now secure inhumane Scyron dead The Earth his scatter'd bones a graue deny'd Nor would the Sea his hated reliques hide Which tossed to and fro in time became A solid rock the rock we Scyron name If we thy yeares should number with thy acts Thy yeares would proue a cypher to thy facts Great soule for thee as for our publique wealth We pray and quaffe Lyaeus to thy health The Pallace with the peoples praises rings And sacred Ioy in euery bosome springs Aegaeus yet no pleasure is compleat Griefe twins with ioy for Theseus safe receit Reapes little comfort Minos makes a war Though strong in men and ships yet stronger far Through vengeance of a father who his harmeâ— In slaine Androgeus scourgeth with iust armes Yet wisely first endeuours forraine aid And all the Ilands of that Sea suruai'd Who Anaphe and Astipalea gain'd The one by gifts the other was constrain'd Low Mycone Cimolus chalkie fields High Scyros Siphnus which rich metals yeelds Champion Seriphos Paros far display'd With marble browes and Cythnos il-betray'd By impious Arne for yet-loued gold Turn'd to a Chough whom sable plumes infold Oliaros Didymae the Sea-lou'd soyle Of Tenos l'eparethes fat with oyle Andros and Gyaros these their aid deny'd The Gnossian fleet from thence their sailes apply'd Vnto Oenopia for her children fam'd Oenopia by the ancient dwellers nam'd But Aeacus there raigning call'd the same Aegina of his honour'd mothers name All throng to see a Prince of so great worth Straight â—elamon and Peleus issuing forth With Phocus youngest of that royall race Make haste to meet him With a tardie pace Came aged Aeacus and askt the cause Of his repaire At those sad thoughts he drawes His breath in sighs some intermission made The Ruler of the hundred Cities said Assist our armes borne for my murdred son And in this pious war our fortunes run Giue comfort to his graue The King reply'd In vaine you aske what needs must be deny'd No Citie is in stricter league than ours Conioyn'd to Athens mutuall are our powres He parting said Your league shall cost you deare And held it better far to threat than beare An accidentall warre whereby he might Consume his force before he came to fight Yet might they see the Cretans vnder saile From high built walls when with a leading gale The Atâ—â—ck ship attain'd their friendly shore Which Cephalus and his embassage bore Th Aeacides him knew though many a day Vnseene imbrace and to the Court conuay The goodly Prince who yet the pledges held Of those perfections which in youth exceld Enters the Pallace bearing in his hand A brancit of Oliue At his elbowes stand Clytus and Butes valorous and young Who from the loynes of high-borne Paâ—las sprung First Cephalus his full oration made Which shew'd his message and demanded aid Their leagues an ancient loues to mind recalls And how all Greece was threatned in their falls With eloquence inforc't his embassie When God-like Aeacus made this replie His royall scepter shining in his hand Athenians craue not succour but command This Ilands forces yours vouchsafe to call For in your ayde I will aduenture all Souldiers I haue enow at once t' oppose My enemies and to repell your foes The Gods be prais'd and happy times that will Seeke
glide By potent Sardis keepe the bankes that lead A long th'incountring Current to his head There where the gushing fountaine fomes diue in And with thy body wash away thy sinne The King obeyes who in the fountaine leaues That golden vertue which the Spring receiues And still those ancient seeds these waters hold Who gild their shores with glittering graines of gold He hating wealth in woods and fields bestowes His time with Pan whom mountaine Caues inclose Yet his gâ—osse wit remaines his shallow braine An sottish senses punish him againe High Tmolus with a steepe ascent vnfolds His rigid browes and vnder-seas beholds Whose stretch-out bases here to Sardis ioyne There to Hypaepis girt in small confine Where boasting Pan while he his verse doth praise To tender Nymph and pipes t' his rurall layes Before Apollo's durst his songs prefer They meet ill-matcht great Tmolus arbiter Th' old Iudge on his owne Mountaine sits and cleares His eares from trees alone a garland weares Of Oke with acorns dangling on his brow Who thus bespake the God of Shepherds Now Your Iudge attends He blowes his wax-bound reeds And Midus fancie with rude numbers feeds Then sacred Tmolus to diuine Apollo Conuerts his lookes his woods his motion follow He his long yellow haire with laurell bound Clad in a Tyrâ—an robe that swept the ground A Violl holds with sparkling gemmes in chac't And Indian teeth the bow his right hand grac't A perfect Artist shew'd The strings then strucke With cunning hand With his sweet musicke tooke Tmolus bids Pan his vanquisht reeds resigne All in the holy Mountaines sentence ioyne But Midas only whose exclaimes traduce The Censure Phoebus for this grosse abuse Transformes his eares his folly to declare Stretcht out in length and couer'd with gray haire Instable and now apt to moue The rest The former figure of a man possest Punisht in that offending part who beares Vpon his skull a slow-pac't Asses eares He striues to couer such a foule defame And with a red Tiara hides his shame But this his seruant saw that cut his haire Who bigge with secrets neither durst declare His Soueraignes seene deformity not yet Could hold his peace Who digs a shallow pit And therein softly whispers his disgrace Then turning in the earth forsooke the place A tuft of whispering Reeds from thence there growes Which comming to maturity disclose The husbandman and by soft South-winds blowne Restore his words and his Lords eares make knowne Reueng'd Apollo leauing Tmolus flies Through liquid aire and on the land which lies On that side Helles streightned surges stands Where far-obey'd Laâ—medon commands Below Rhoeaeuâ— high aboue the flood And on the right hand of Sigaum flood An Altar vow'd to Panomphaean Ioue From whence He saw Laeomedon improue New Troy's scarce founded walls with what adoe And with how great a charge they slowly grew Who with the Father of the tumid Maine Indues a mortall shape and entertaine Themselues for vnregarded gold to build The Pluygian Tyrants walls That worke fulfill'd The King their promised reward denies And perâ—ury by swearing multiplies Reuengefull Neptune his wilde waues vnbound Which all the shores of greedy Troy surround And made the Land a Lake the country Swaine His labour lost beneath that liquid Plaine Besides the daughter of the King demands Who chained to a Rocke exposed stands To seed a Monster of the Sea for free By strenuous Hercules Yet could not Hee The horses of Liomâ—don enioy His valours hire who sackes twice periur'd Troy And giues his fellow Souldier Telamen Hesione for Poleus now had won A Deity nor in his Grandfather Tooke greater pride than in his Sire by her For Iupiter had Nephewes more than one But he a Goddesse had espous'd alone For aged Proteus thus foretold the truth To waue-wet Theth Thou shalt beare a Youth Who shall in glorious armes transcend his birth And Fathers fame Lest any thing on earth Should be more great than Ioue Ioue shuns the bed Of Sea-thron'd Thetis though her beauty led His strong desires who bids Aeacides Succeed his loue and wed the Queene of Seas A Bay within Aemonia lies that bends Much like an arch and fat-stretcht armes extends Which were if deepe a harbor lockt by land Where shallow seas o're spred the yellow sand The sollid shore where-on no sea-weed growes Nor clogs the way nor print of footing showes Haâ—d by a mirtle groue affords a shade In this a caue though doubtfull rather made By art than nature hither Thetis swimmes On Delphins backes here ccucht her naked limbes In this the sleeping Goddesse Peleus caught Who when she could not by his words be wrougt Attempts to force and claspt her in his armes And had she not assum'd her vsuall charmes In varying shapes he had his will obtain'd Now turning to a fowle her flight restrain'd Now seemes a massie tree adorn'd with leaues Close to the bole th'inamor'd Peleus cleaues A spotted Tygresse she presents at last When he with terrour strucke his armes vnclaspt Who powring wine on seas those Gods implores And with perfumes and sacrifice adoreâ— Till the Carpathian Prophet rais'd his head And said Aeacides inicy her bed Doe thou but binde her in her next surprise When in her gelid caue she sleeping lies And though she take a thousand shapes let none Dismay but hold till she resume her owne This Proteus said and diu'd to the Profound His latter word in his owne waters drown'd Now hasty Titan to Hesperian seas Descends when beauteous Thetis bent to ease Forsooke the floud and to her caue repair'd No sooner she by Peleus was insnar'd But forth-with varies formes vntill she found Her Virgin limbes within his fetters bound Then spreading forth her armes She sighing said Thou hast subdude by some immortall aid And Thetis shew'd nor his imbrace repell'd Whose pregnant wombe with great Achilles swell'd Happie was Peleus in his sonne and wife And had not Phocus murder soild his life All-fortunate With brothers bloud defil'd Thee Tracbin harbours from thy home exil'd Where courteous Ceyx free from rigour raign'd The sonne of Lucifer whose lookes retain'd His fathers luster then disconsolate Not like himselfe for his lost brothers fate Hither with trauell tit'd and clog'd with cares The banisht with a slender traine repaires Mrs Hockes and Heards with men for their defence Left in a sâ—adie vale not farre from thence Conducted to his Royall presence Hee With oliue brancht downe bending to his knee His name and birth declares the murder maskes With forâ—ed cause of flight a dwelling askes In field or citie Ceyx thus replyes Our hospitable bounty open lyes To men of vulgar ranke what owes it then To your high spirit so renoun'd by men Of monumentall praise Whose bloud extracts His sourse from Ioue improued by your Acts To sue is times abuse your worth assures Your full desires of all the choice is yours I wish it better And then wept The cause Ioues Nephew askes when after a
feet wide open flies The sounding wicket and the deed descries The seruants shreeke the Vainely raised bore T' his mothers house his father dead before His breathlesse corps she in her bosome plac't And in her armes his key-cold limbs imbrac't Lamenting long as wofull parents vse And hauing paid a wofull mothers dues The mournfull Funerall through the City led And to prepared fires conueyes the dead This sorrowfull Procession passing by Her house which bordering on the way their cry To th' eares of Anaxarete arriues Whom now sterne Nemesis to ruine driues Wee 'l see said she these sad solemnities And forth-with to the lofty window highes When seeing Iphis on his fatall bed Her eyes grew stiffe bloud from her visage sled Vsurpt by palenesse Striuing to retire Her feet stuck fast nor could to her desire Diuert her looks for now her stony heart â—t selfe dilated into euery part This Salamis yet keeps to cleere your doubt â—n Venus temple call'd the Looker-out Inform'd by this ô louely Nymph decline Thy former pride and to thy louer ioyne So may thy fruits suruiue the Vernall frost Nor after by the rapefull winds be tost When this the God who can all shapes indue Had said in vaine againe himselfe he grew Th'abiliments of heatlesse Age depos'd And such himselfe vnto the Nymph disclos'd As when the Sunne subduing with his reyes The muffling clouds his golden brow displaies Who force prepares of force there was no need Strucke with his beauty mutually they bleed Vniust Amulius next th' Ausonian State I'y strength vsurpt The nephews to the late Deposed Numiâ—or him re-inthrone Who Rome in Pales Feasts immur'd with stone Now Tatius leades the Sabine Sires to warre Tarpâ—ia's hands her fathers gates vnbarre To death with aâ— melets prest her treasons meed The Sabine Sires like silent Wolues proceed T' inuade their sleeping sonnes and seeke to seazâ— Vpon their gates barr'd by Iliades One Iuno opens though no noise at all The hinges made yet by the barres lowd fall Descry'd by Venus who had put it too But Gods may not what Gods haue done vndoâ— Ausâ—nian Nymphs the places bordering To Ianus held inchased with a spring Their aid sh'implores The Nymphs could not deny A sute so iust but all their flouds vntie As yet the Fane of Ianus open stood Nor was their way impeached by the flood Beneath the fruitfull spring they sulphure turne Whose hollow veines with blacke bitumen burne With these the vapours penetiate below And waters late as cold as Alpin snow The fire it selfe in seruour dare prouoke Now both the posts with flagrant moisture smoke These now-rais'd streames the Sabine Powre exclude Till Mars his Souldiers had their armes indu'd By Romulus then in Batalia led The Roman fields the slaughtred Sabines spred Their owne the Romans Fathers Sonnes in law With wicked steele bloud from each other draw At length conclude a peace nor would contend Vnto the last Two Kings one throne ascend With equall rule But noble Tatius slaine Both Nations vnder Romulus remaine When Mars laid by his shining caske and then Thus spake vnto the Sire of Gods and men Now Father is the time since Rome is growne To such a greatnesse and depends on One To put in act thy neuer-failing word And Romulus a heauenly throne afford You in a synod of the Gods profest Which still I carry in my thankfull brest That one of mine this ô now ratifie Should be aduanc't vnto the starry skie Ioue condescends with clouds the day benights And with flame-winged thunder earth affrights Mars at the signe of his assumption Leanes on his lance and strongly vaults vpon His bloudy Chariot lashes his hot horses With sounding whips and their full speed inforces Who scouring downe the ayrie region staid On faire mount Palatine obscur'd with shade There Romulus assumeth from his Throne Vn-kinglike rendering iustice to his owne Rapt through the aire his mortall members waste Like melting Bullets by a Slinger cast More heauenly faire more fit for lofty shrines Our great and scaâ—let-clad Quirinus shines Then Iuno to the sad Hersâ—lia Lost in her sorrow by a crooked way Sent Iris to deliuer this Command Star of the Latian of the Sabine land Thy sexes glory worthy then the vow Of such a husband of Quirinus now Suppresse thy teares If thy desire to see Thy husband so exceed then follow mee Vnto those woods which on mount Querin spring And shade the temple of the Roman King Iris obayes and by her painted Bow Downe-sliding so much lets Hersilia know When she scarce lifting vp her modest eyes O Goddesse which of all the Deities I know not sure a Goddesse thou cleere light Conduct me ô conduct me to the sight Of my deare Lord which when the Fates shall shew They heauen on me with all the gifts bestow Then with Tâ—aumantias entering the high Romuâ—aâ— Hills a Star shot from the Skie Whose golden beames inflam'd Hersilia's haire When both together mount th'enlightned Aire The Builder of the Roman City tooke Her in his armes and forth-with chang'd her looke To whom the name of Ora he assign'd This Goddesse now is to Quirinus ioyn'd OVID'S METAMORPHOSIS The Fifteenth Booke THE ARGVMENT BLacke Stones conâ—ert to White Pythagoras In Ilium's lingring warre Euphorbus was Of transmigrations of the change of things and strange effâ—cts the learned Samian sings Recur'd Hippolyâ—us 〈◊〉 deiâ—ide Whom safer Age and name of Virbius bids Aegeria thawes into a Spring From Earth Prophetick Tages takes his wondrous birth A Speare a Tree Graâ—â— Cippus vertues 〈◊〉 The â—rowne his Horues present Appollo's Son Assumes a Serpents shape The Soule of Warre Great Caesar slaine becomes a Blazing Starre MEanewhile a man is sought that might sustaine So great a burthen and succeed the raigne Of such a King when true-foreshewing Fame To God-like Numa destinates the same He with his Sabine rites vnsatisfi'd To greater things his able mind appli'd In Natures search Inticed with these cares He leaues his countries Cures and repaires To Croton's City askes what Grecian hand Those walls erected on Italian land One of the Natiues not vnknowing old Who much had heard and seene this story told Ioues sonne inrich't with his Iberian prey Came from the Ocean to Lacinia With happy steps who while his cattle fed Vpon the tender clouer entered Heroick Croton's roofe a welcome Guest And his long trauell recreates with rest Who said departing In the following age A City here shall stand A true presage There was one Mycilus Argolian Alemons issue in thoso times no man More by the Gods affected He who beares The dreadfull Club to him in sleepe appeares And said Begon thy countries bounds forsake To stony Aesarus thy iourney take And threatens vengeance if he dis-obay The God and Sleepe together flew away He rising on the Vision meditates Which in his doubtfull soule he long debates The God commands the Law forbids to goe Death due to such as left their Country so Cleare