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A93121	Salmacis, Lyrian & Sylvia, forsaken Lydia, the rape of Helen, a comment thereon, with severall other poems and translations. By Edvvard Sherburne Esquire.	Preti, Girolamo, 1582-1626.; Marino, Giambattista, 1569-1625.; Colluthus, of Lycopolis.; Saint-Amant, Marc Antoine Gérard, sieur de, 1594-1661.; Sherburne, Edward, Sir, 1618-1702.	1651 (1651)	Wing S3223; Thomason E1217_3; ESTC R203560	66,602	185

should still forecast as Terence shows Th' Event of Business whether good or bad E'r w'undertake it where may best be had Conveniency for Planting where to build When to wage War and where to pitch a Field Nor unconsiderately take in hand Or great or small Things for that makes a stand In the free Progress of all new designs In which there 's nothing Policy injoyns Like Consultation hence it is that they Who use it not Chance does not Counsell sway But I retire whilst you with better Fate Imploy your Thoughts how to uphold your State The Sentences of those seven Sages comprehended in as many Septenaries Bias Prieneus VVHat 's Man's chief good a Mind that right doth know What 's his chief Ill Man his own greatest Foe Who 's rich he who 's contented Who poor He Who Covets A Wives best Dowr Chastity What VVoman's chaste whom Fame dares not belie VVho 's the VVise man who can but doth no Ill The Fool He who cannot yet hath the VVill Pittacus Mitylenaeus NOne knows to speak who knows not to refrain 'Fore many bad one good Man's Praise retain He 's mad who envies others happiness So she who joys in other Mens distress The Laws thou dost impose thy self obey VVhen Times are prosperous store of Friends provide VVhen they are bad but in a few confide Cleobulus Lindius THe more thou canst 'less wish to do The spite Of Fortune oft doth on the guiltless light None long is happy in Impiety In others much nought in thy self pass by The good Man's Friend is still the bad Man's Foe Our Father's merits want of their due Fame And oft our Childrens Portion is but shame Beriander Corinthius DEcent and Profitable ne'r dissent The happier Man still the more Provident 'T is ill to wish 't is worse to fear Death we Should make a Virtue of Necessity He who is fear'd by many many feares VVhen Fortune's kind dread thy advanced height And scorn to sink yet when she shows her spight Solon Atheniensis LIfe then is happy when 't is consummate VVed with thy like Disparity breeds hate Confer not Honours casually A friend Convince in private publikely commend 'T is more to be than be made Noble far If Fates decrees are sure in vain We fly them If they are not in vain We fear to try them Chilo Lacedaemonius FEard by Inferious nor by betters scorn'd Let me not live Oft of thy Death be warn'd And Health Misfortunes by thy own defeat Or friends Advice The good thou dost forget But that which thou receiv'st remember still Age that resembles Youth doth gratefull come Youth that resembles Age is burdensome Thales Milesius ABout to sin thy self though none else fear Life dies the glory of a good Death ne'r What thou intend'st to do forbear to tell To fear what thou canst not o'rcome's a Hell A just Reproof does good though from a Foe But a false Praise does harm though from a Friend Nilnimium satis est bids us here end Amphion or a City well ordered Casimer FOrraign Customes from your Land Thebans by fair Laws command And your good old Rites make known Unto your own Piety your Temples grace Justice in your Courts have Place Truth Peace Love in every Street Each other meet Banish Vice Walls guard not Crimes Vengeance o'r tall Bulwarks climbs O'r each Sin A Nemesis Still waking is Truth resembling craft Profane Thirst of Empire and of Gain Luxury and idle ease Banish all these Private Parsimony fill The Publike Purse Arms only Steel Know and no more Valour fights cold In plunder'd Gold VVar or Peace do you approve VVith united Forces move Courts which many Collumes rear Their falls less fear Safer Course those Pilots run VVho observe more Stars than One Ships with double Anchors ty'd Securer ride Strength united firm doth stand Knit in an eternall Band But proud Subjects private hate Ruins a State This as good Amphion sings To his Harps well-tuned strings It 's swift Streams clear Dirce stopt Cytheron hopt Stones did leap about the Plains Rocks did skip to hear his Strains And the Groves the Hills did crown Came dancing down VVhen he ceas'd the Rocks and VVood Like a VVall about him stood VVhence fair Thebes which seven Gates close Of Brass arose Vertue improv'd by suffering 'T Is but the Body that blind Fortunes spight Can chain to Earth the nobler Soul doth slight Her servill Bonds and takes to Heaven her flight So through dark clouds Heaven lightens whilst the shade Is as a foyl to its bright splendour made And Stars with greater Lustre Night invade So sparkle Flints when strook so Metals find Hardness from hammering and the closer bind So Flames increase the more supprest by VVind And as the Grindstone to unpolish'd Steel Gives Edge and Lustre so my Mind I feel VVhetted and glaz'd by Fortunes turning VVheel To Mr Stanley on his unimitable Poems THe Stagirite who Poesie defines An Imitation had he read thy Lines And thy rich Fancy known he would have then Recall'd the learned Error of his Pen And have confest in his convicted State Nought those could equall this would imitate VVhich from no forraign Supplement doth spring Nor any Stand but its own Height take VVing And but that We should seem so to misprise The Influence of Chariessa's Eyes VVe should not think Love did these Flames inspire Rather that thou taught'st Love this noble Fire And by a generous VVay thy hopes t' improve Shew'dst her before thou didst how thou could'st love And the old common Method didst invert First made her Mistris of thy Brain then Heart Some Phantisies growth may from their Subjects take Thine doth not Subjects find but subjects make VVhose numerous strains we vainly strive to praise 'Less We could ours high as thy Phant'sie raise Large Praise we might give some with small Expence Of Wit cry Excellent how praise Excellence The Painters Fate is ours his hand may grace Or take a bad scarse hit a beauteous Face Nor can our Art a sitting value sit Upon thy noble Courtesie of Wit Which to so many Toungs doth lend that store Of pleasing sweetnes which they lack'd before Th' Iberian Roman and the fluent Greek The nimble French and the smooth Thuscan seek For severall Graces from thy Pen alone Which that affoords to all these Toungs in One Whose forraign Wealth transferr'd improv'd by thine Doth with a fair Increase of Lustre shine Like Gems new set upon some richer Foyle Or Roses planted in a better Soyle If 'bove all Lawrels then thy Merits rise What can this Sprig which while 't is offer'd dies Add to the Wreath that does adorn thy Brows No Bayes will snit with that but thy own Bowghs On his Translation of Oronta FLames rescu'd fair Oronta from the Pow'r Of an insulting Thracian Conquerour The Fame of which brave Action Preti's Rime Freed from the greater Tyranny of Time Yet in that Freedome she lesse glories then In being thus made Captive

feud enkindled 'twixt the French And German with their bloud attempt to quench Now in the open Sea they proudly ride And the soft Chrystall with rude Oares divide Perfidious Armillus at once tore His Heart from Lydia Anchor from the shore 'T was Night and Aged Proteus had driv'n home His numerous Heard fleec't with the Seas white fome The Winds were laid to rest the fishes slept The wearied world a generall silence kept No noise save from the Surges hollow caves Or liquid silver of the justling waves Whilst the bright Lanthorns shot such trembling light As dazled all the twinkling eyes of Night The faire Inamorata who from farre Had spy'd the Ship which her hearts treasure bare Put off from Land and now quite disembay'd Her Cables coiled and her Anchors weigh'd Whilst gentle gales her swelling sailes did court To turn in scorn her Poop upon the Port With frantick speed from the detested Town To the deserted shore comes hurrying down As the Idaean Shepheard stood amaz'd Whilst on the sacred Ravisher he gaz'd Who snatch'd the beauteous Trojan youth away And wafted through the yeelding Clouds his prey Or as that Artist whose bold hand durst shape Wings to his shoulders desperately to scape A loathed servitude through untrac'd skies Creets King pursu'd with fierce yet wondring Eyes The flying Navy Lydia so beheld Her Eyes with Teares her Heart with Passion swell'd In sighs to these she gave continuall vent And those in brinish streames profusely spent But tears and sighs alas bestowes in vain Borne by the sportive Wind to the deaf Main The Main who griefe inexorably mocks As she her self is scorn'd by steady Rocks O what a black Eclipse did straight disguise In Clouds the Sunshine of her lovely Eyes She tore her Cheeks Hair Garments and imprest Marks of his falshood on her guiltlesse breast She cals on her disloyall Lovers Name And sends such sad loud Accents to reclame The Fugitive as if at every cry Her weary soul forth with her voice would fly Whither ah Cruell There full grief represt Her Tongue and taught her Eyes to weep the rest Whither ah Cruell from the hollow side Of the next Rock the Vocall Nymph replied In Tears and Sighs the Water and the Aire Contend which in her sorrowes most shall share And the sad Sea hoarse with incessant grones Wakens her faint grief and supplyes her mones Oh stop kind Zephyre but one minutes space She cries the swelling Sailes impetuous race That my expiring groanes may reach the eare Of him who flyes from her he will not heare Perhaps though whilst alive I cannot please My dying Cryes his Anger may appease And my last Fall Trophey of his Disdain May yeeld delight and his lost Love regain Receive my heart in this extreme farewell Thou in whom Cruelty and Beauty dwell With Thee it fled but what alas for me Is it to lose my Heart who have lost Thee Thou art my better selfe Thou of my heart The soul more than the soul that moves it art And if thou sentence me to suffer death My Life to Thee let me resign my breath Alas I doe not aske to live content That were a blessing me Fate never meant All that my wishes aime at is that I And that 's but a poore wish Content may dye And if my heart by Thee already slain Some reliques yet of a loath'd life retain Oh let them by thy pitty find release And in thy Armes breath forth their last in Peace No greater happinesse than Death I crave So in thy dearest sight I death may have And if thy hand arm'd with relentlesse Pride Shall the small thread of my poor Life divide What Pleasure than that Sorrow would be higher VVhen I in Paradice at least expire And so at once the different Arrowes prove Of Death from thy hand from thy Eyes of Love Ah! if so pleas'd thou art with Wars alarmes If that be it that cals thee from my Armes If thou aspir'st by some advent'rous toiles To raise proud Trophyes deckt with glorious spoiles Why fondly dost thou seek for these elsewhere Why leav'st thou me a pris'ner to despair Turn nor thy willing Captive thus forsake And thou shalt all my Victories partake Though I to thy dear Eyes a Captive be Thousands of Lovers are no lesse to me Unhappy who contend and sue for sight Of that which thou unkindly thus dost slight Is 't not a high attempt that can comprize Within one Act so many Victories To triumph over Triumphs and subdue At once the Victor and the Vanquish'd too But if to stay with me thou dost refuse And the rude Company of Souldiers choose Yet give me leave to goe along with Thee And in the Army thy Attendant be Love though a child and blind the Wars hath known Can handle Armes and buckle Armour on And thou shalt see my courage will disdain Save of thy Death all fear to entertain I will securely 'midst the arm'd Troops run Venus hath been Mars' his-Companion And though the heart in thy obdurate Breast Be with an Adamantine Corslet drest Yet I in stead to guard thee from all harm With my own hands will thy fair body arm And the Reward Love did from me detain In peace in War shall by this service gain And if it fortune that thou undergoe Some dangerous hurt by the prevailing Foe I sadly by thy side will sit to keep Thee company and as thou groan'st will weep My Sorrow with thy Anguish shall comply I will thy Bloud and thou my Tears shalt dry Thus by an equall sympathy of pure Affections we each others wounds will cure Perhaps when he this sweet effect of Love Shall see the happy President may move The stubborn Enemy more mild to grow And to so soft a yoak his stiffe neck bow Who by himself gladly betraid to thine Shall willingly his own Command resigne So by a way of Conquest strangely new Thou shalt at once Love Armes and Soules subdue Ah most unhappy he to these sad cries Inexorable his deafe eare denies And far more cruell than the rough Seas are Laughs at my sighs and slights my juster Prayer See whilst thou spreadst thy sailes to catch the Wind What a sad Object thou hast left behind Of War alas why dost thou goe in quest Thou leav'st a fiercer War within my Breast Thou sly'st thy Country and more happy state To seek in some strange Land a stranger Fate And under forraign Climes and unknown Stars T' encounter hazards of destructive Wars Eager to thrust thy self lavish of breath Upon Disasters Dangers Bloud and Death Changing ah too unwary too unwise Thy certain Joyes for an uncertain Prize Can it be true thou more thy self should'st please With busie troubles than delightfull ease And lik'st th' enraged Deeps rough toiles above The calmer pleasures and sweet sports of Love Canst thou from a soft bosome fly ah lost To gentlenesse to be on rude Waves tost And rather choose in Seas a

makes me afraid Daphnis Diana whom thou serv'st will be thy Aid Shepheardess But bearing Children will my Beauty wrong Daphnis In Children thou wilt see thy self still young Shepheardess What Dowry wilt thou give if I consent Daphnis My Flocks my Groves my Fields be thou content Shepheardess Swear that when married thou wilt ne'r forsake me Daphnis By Pan I will not so thou please to take me Shepheardess Thou 'lt give me Beds and House and Sheep to breed Daphnis Both House and Beds and the fair Flocks I feed Shepheardess What shall I to my aged Father say Daphnis He when he hears my Name will soon give way Shepheardess How art thou call'd for Names do often please Daphnis Daphnis my Name my Father 's Lycides My Mother 's Nomaea Shepheardess Of an honest Line Thou com'st nor we of no more mean than thine Daphnis Yet not so great to make your Pride aspire For as I tak 't Menalcas is your Sire Shepheardess Shew me your Stalls and Groves Daphnis Come let thine Eyes VVitness how high my Cypress Trees do rise Shepheardess Feed Goats whilst I survay the Shepheard's Bounds Daphnis Graze Bullocks whilst I shew the Nymph my Grounds Shepheardess VVhat do'st why thrust'st thy hand into my Brest Daphnis Thus thy soft swelling Bosome should be prest Shepheardess Help Pan I faint Swain take thy hand away Daphnis Fear not sweet Nymph nor tremble with dismay Shepheardess 'T will spoyle my Coat should I i' th' durt be thrown Daphnis No see on this soft hide I 'l lay thee down Shepheardess Ah Me why hast thou loos d my Virgin Zone Daphnis To Venus this be an Oblation Shepheardess Heark see some body comes I hear a Noise Daphnis The Cypress Trees are whispering of our Joyes Shepheardess Th' hast torn my Cloaths and me quite naked layd Daphnis I 'l give thee better Shepheardess VVords no deeds e'r paid Daphnis Would I could send my soul into thee now Shepheardess Oh Phoebe pardon I have broke my Vow Daphnis A Calf to Love a Bull to Venus burn Shepheardess A Maid I came a Woman shall return Daphnis And be a Mother-Nurse to pretty Boyes Shepheardess Thus intertalk'd they 'mid'st the active Joyes Of closs Embraces when at length they rose And being up to feed her Flock she goes With blushing Face but with a lightsome Heart Whilst to his Heards he no less pleas'd doth part On the Picture of Icarus in Wax Marino VVHat once did unto thee impart The means of Death by happy Art Now thee restores to life again Yet still remember to refrain Ambitious Flights nor soar too nigh The Sun of an inflaming Eye For so thou may'st scorcht by those Beams In Ashes dye as once in Streams On a Marble Statue of Nero which falling kill'd a Child Marino THis Statue bloudy Nero does present To Tyrants a sad Document Though Marble on his Basis yet so fast He stood not but he fell at last And seems as when he liv'd as cruell still He could not fall but he must kill On Paula Mart. l. 9. Epig. 5. FAin shee 'd have Priscus and who blame her can But hee 'l not have her and who 'l blame the Man On an Ill Husband and Wife Mart. l. 8. Epigr. 34. SInce both of you so like in Manners be Thou the worst Husband and the worst Wife she I wonder you no better should agree On Candidus a rich Miser Mart. l. 3. Epig. 26. Alone thou dost enjoy a fair Estate Alone rare Myrrhine Vessels golded Plate Alone rich Wines dost drink and hast for None A Heart nor Wit but for thy self alone None shares with thee it is deny'd by no man But Candidus thou hast a Wife that 's Common On Bassus a Pittifull Poet Mart. l. 5. Epigr. 53. VVHy writ'st thou of Thyestes Colchis hate Andromache or Niobes sad Fate Deucalion Bassus better far would fit Or Phaeton believe me with thy Wit On a Boy kill'd by the fall of an Icesicle Mart. l. 4. Epig. 18. VVHer streams from Vipsan Pipes Port Capen powrs And the Stones moystned are with constant show'rs A drop congeal'd to a sharp Icesicle On a Child's Throat that stood beneath it fell And when the Wretches Fate dissolv'd it had Melted away in the warm VVound it made VVhat may not cruell Fate or where will not Death find us out if VVater Throats can cut On Nestor a whisperer Mart. l. 3. Epig. 28. THou wonder'st Marius Ears should smell so Ill They may thank thee thou whisper'st in 'em still On Martinia an old old leacherous Mart. l. 3. Epigr. 32. VVHat canst thou not with an old VVoman bed Thou criest yes but thou art not old but dead VVe could with Hecuba or Niobe Make shift but then Martinia it must be Before the one Into a Bitch be turn'd t'other to Stone On Philomuse a needy Newesmonger Mart. l. 9. Epig. 35. TO gain a Supper thy shift Philomuse Is to vent lies instead of Truths for News Thou knowst what Pacorus intends to do Can'st count the German Troops and Sarmats too The Decia● General's Mandates dost profess To know and Victories before the Express How oft it rains in Aegypt thou as well And Number of the Lybian Fleet canst tell VVhom Victor in the next Quinquatrian Games Caesar will crown thy knowing Tongue proclames Come leave these shifts thou this Night Philomuse Shalt sup with Me but not a word of News On Aulus a Poet-Hater Mart. l. 8. Epig. 63. AUlus Loves Thestius him Alexis fires Perhaps he too our Hyacinth desires Go now and doubt if Poets he approves When the Delights of Poets Aulus Loves On Lentinus being troubled with an Ague Mart. l. 12. Epig. 17. LEntinus thou dost nought but sume and fret To think thy Ague will not leave thee yet Why it goes with thee bathes as thou dost do Eats Mushromes Oysters Sweet-breads wild Boar too Oft drunk by thee with Falern Wine is made Nor Caecub drinks unless with snow allay'd Tumbles in Roses dawb'd with unctuous sweets Sleeps upon Down between pure Cambrick sheets And when thus well it fares with thee wouldst thou Have it to go unto poor Damma now To Priscus Mart. l. 8. Epigr. 11. VVHy a rich Wife Priscus I will not wed Ask'st thou I would not have my Wife my Head Husbands should have superiority So Man and Wife can only equall be On Phoebus that wore leather Caps Mart. l. Epig. VVHilst thou a Kidskin Cap putt'st on To hide the Baldness of thy Crown On jested wittily who ●ed Phoebus that thou hadst shod thy Head On Horace a poor fellow Mart. l. 4. Epigr 2. HOrace alone mongst all the Company In a black Gown the Plays did lately see Whilst both the Commons and the Knights of Rome Senate and Caesar all in white did come When strait it snow'd apace so he the sight Beheld as well as all the rest in white On a Swallow torn in Peeces by her Fellowes Mart. l. 5. Epig. 67. VVHen for their winterHomes the