damn'd for want of Wickedness He 'l therefore use his Wit another way And next the ugliness of Vice display Tho against Vertue once he drew his Pen He 'l ne're for ought but her defence agen Had he a Genius and Poetick rage Great as the Vices of this guilty Age. Were he all Gall and arm'd with store of spight 'T were worth his pains to undertake to write To noble Satyr he 'd direct his aim And by 't Mankind and Poetry reclaim He 'd shoot his Quills just like a Porcupine At Vice and make them stab in every Line The world should learn to blush And dread the Vengeance of his pointed Wit Which worse than their own Consciences should fright And all should think him Heav'ns just Plague design'd To visit for the sins of lewd Mankind THE PASSION OF BYBLIS IN Ovid's Metamorphosis Imitated in English LONDON Printed for Jo. Hindmarsh 1685. THE Passion of Byblis OUT OF Ovid's Metamorphosis B. 9. F. 11. Beginning at Byblis in exemplo est ut ament concessa puellae And ending with Modumque Exit infelix committit saepe repelli YOU heedless Maids whose young and tender hearts Unwounded yet have scap'd the fatal darts Let the sad tale of wretched Byblis move And learn by her to shun forbidden Love Not all the plenty all the bright resort Of gallant Youth that grac'd the Carian Court Could charm the hauty Nymph's disdainful heart Or from a Brother's guilty Love divert Caunus she-lov'd not as a Sister ought But Honour Blood and Shame alike forgot Caunus alone takes up her Thoughts and Eyes For him alone she wishes grieves and sighs At first her new-born Passion owns no name A glim'ring Spark scarce kindling into flame She thinks it no offence if from his Lip She snatch an harmless bliss if her fond clip With loose embraces oft his Neck surround And love is yet in debts of Nature drown'd But Love at length grows naughty by degrees And now she likes and strives her self to please Well-drest she comes arms her Eyes with darts Her Smiles with charms and all the studied arts Which practis'd Love can teach to vanquish hearts Industrious now she labours to be fair And envies all whoever fairer are Yet knows she not she loves but still does grow Insensibly the thing she does not know Strict honour yet her check'd desires does bind And modest thoughts on this side wish confin'd Only within she sooths her pleasing flames And now the hated terms of Blood disclaims Brother sounds harsh she the unpleasing word Strives to forget and oftner calls him Lord And when the name of Sister grates her ear Could wish't unsaid and rather Byblis hear Nor dare she yet with waking thoughts admit A wanton hope but when returning night With Sleep's soft gentle spell her Senses charms Kind fancy often brings him to her Arms In them she oft does the lov'd Shadow seem To grasp and joys yet blushes too in Dream She wakes and long in wonder silent lies And thinks on her late pleasing Extasies Now likes and now abhors her guilty flame By turns abandon'd to her Love and Shame At length her struggling thoughts an utt'rance find And vent the wild disorders of her mind Ah me she cries kind Heaven avert what means This boading form that nightly rides my dreams Grant 'em untrue why should lewd hope divine Ah! why was this too charming Vision seen 'T is true by the most envious wretch that sees He 's own'd all fair and lovely own'd a prize Worthy the conquest of the brightest eyes A prize that wou'd my high'st Ambition fill All I could wish but he 's my brother still That cruel word for ever must disjoyn Nor can I hope but thus to have him mine Since then I waking never must possess Let me in sleep at least enjoy the bliss And sure nice Vertue can't forbid me this Kind sleep does no malicious spies admit Yet yields a lively semblance of delight Gods what a scene of joy was that how fast I clasp'd the Vision to my panting breast With what fierce bounds I sprung to meet my bliss While my rapt soul flew out in every kiss Till breathless saint and foftly sunk away I all dissolv'd in reeking pleasures lay How sweet is the remembrance yet though night Too hasty fled drove on by envious light O that we might the Laws of Nature break How well would Caunus me an Husband make How well to Wise might he his Byblis take Wou'd God! in all things we had partners bin Besides our Parents and our fatal Kin Wou'd thou wert nobler I more meanly born Then guiltless I 'd despair'd and suffer'd scorn Happy that Maid unknown whoe're shall prove so blest so envied to deserve thy love Unhappy me whom the same womb did joyn Which now forbids me ever to be thine Curst fate that we alone in that agree By which we ever must divided be And must we be what meant my Vision then Are they and all their dear presages vain Have Dreams no credit but with easie love Or do they hit sometimes and faithful prove The Gods forbid yet those whom I invoke Have lov'd like me have their own Sisters took Great Saturn and his greater Off-spring Iove Both stock'd their Heaven with Incestuous love Gods have their priviledge why do I strive To strain my Hopes to their Prerogative No let me banish this forbidden fire Or quench it with my Blood and with 't expire Unstain'd in honour and unhurt in fame Let the Grave bury my Love and Shame But when at my last hour I gasping lie Let only my kind Murderer be by Let him while I breath out my soul in sighs Or gaz't away look on with pitying eyes Let him for sure he can't deny me this Seal my cold Lips with one dear parting Kiss Besides 't were vain should I alone agree To what anothers Will must ratifie Cou'd I be so abandon'd to consent What I have pass for good and innocent He may perhaps as worst of Crimes resent Yet we amongst our Race examples find Of Brothers who have been to Sisters kind Fam'd Canace cou'd thus successful prove Cou'd Crown her wishes in a Brother's love But whence cou'd I these instances produce How came I witty to my ruin thus Whither will this mad frenzy hurry on Hence hence you naughty flames far hence be gone Nor let me e're the shameful Passion own And yet shou'd he address I shou'd forgive I fear I fear I shou'd his suit receive Shall therefore I who cou'd not love disown Offer'd by him not mine to make him known And canst thou speak can thy bold tongue declare Yes Love shall force and now methinks I dare But lest fond modesty at length refuse I will some sure and better method chuse A Letter shall my secret flames disclose And hide my Blushes but reveal their cause This takes and 't is resolv'd as soon as said With this she rais'd her self upon her bed And
the Stews But laughs at Oaths and plays with solemn Vows And at her mouth swallows down perjur'd breath More glib than bits of Lechery beneath Less serious known when she doth most protest Than thoughts of arrantest Buffoons in jest More cheap than the vile mercenariest Squire That plies for Half-crown Fees at Westminster And trades in staple Oaths and Swears to hire Less Guilt than hers less breach of Oath and Word Has stood aloft and look'd through Penance board And he that trusts her in a Death-bed Prayer Has Faith to merit and save any thing but her But since her Guilt description does out-go I 'll try if it out-strip my Curses too Curses which may they equal my just hate My wish and her desert be each so great Each heard like Pray'rs and Heaven make 'em fate First for her Beauties which the Mischief brought May she affected they be borrow'd thought By her own hand not that of Nature wrought Her Credit Honour Portion Health and those Prove light and frail as her broke Faith and Vows Some base unnam'd Disease her Carkass foul And make her Body ugly as her Soul Cankers and Ulcers eat her till she be Shun'd like Infection loath'd like Infamy Strength quite expir'd may she alone retain The snuff of Life may that unquench'd remain As in the damn'd to keep her fresh for pain Hot Lust light on her and the plague of Pride On that this ever scorn'd as that denied Ach Anguish horror grief dishonour shame Pursue at once her body soul and fame If e're the devil-Devil-love must enter her For nothing sure but Fiends can enter there May she a just and true tormenter find And that like an ill conscience rack her mind Be some Diseas'd and ugly wretch her fate She doom'd to love of one whom all else hate May he hate her and may her destiny Be to despair and yet love on and die Or to invent some wittier punishment May he to plague her out of spite consent May the old fumbler though disabled quite Have strength to give her Claps but no delight May he of her unjustly jealous be For one that 's worse and uglier far than he May's Impotence ballâ—… and torment her lust Yet scarcely her to dreams or wishes trust Forc'd to be chast may she suspected be Share none o' th' Pleasure all the Infamy Inâ—…e that I all curses may compleat For I 've but curs'd in jest raâ—…llied yâ—… Whate're the Sex deserves or feels or fears May all those plagues be hers and only hers Whate're great Favourites turn'd out of doors Scorn'd Lovers bilk'd and disappointed Whores Or losing Gamesters vent what Curses e're Are spoke by sinners raving in despair All those fall on her as they 're all her due Till spite can't think nor Heav'n inflict anew May then for once I will be kind and pray No madness take her use of Sense away But may she in full strength of Reason be To feel and understand her misery Plagu'd so till she think damning a release And humbly pray to go to Hell for ease Yet may not all these suff'rings here attone Her sin and may she still go sinning on Tick up in Perjury and run o' th Score Till on her Soul she can get trust no more Then may she Stupid and Repentless die And Heav'n it self forgive no more than I But so be damn'd of meer necessitâ—… FINIS SOME NEW PIECES Never before Publish'd By the Author of the Satyrs upon the Jesuites Nos otia vitae Solamur cantu ventosaque gaudia famae Quaerimus Stat. Sylv. LONDON Printed by M. C. for Jo. Hindmarsh Bookseller to his Royal Highness at the Black Bull in Cornhil 1684. ADVERTISEMENT BEing to appear anew in the World it may be expected that I should say something concerning these ensuing Trisies which I shall endeavour to do with as much briefness as I did besore what I last published in this kind I doubt not but the Reader will think me guilty of an high presumption in adventuring upon a Translation of The Art of Poetry after two such great Hands as have gone before me in the same attempts I need not acquaint him that I mean Ben Johnson and the Earl of Roscommon the one being of so establish'd an Authority that whatever he did is held as Sacred the other having lately performed it with such admirable success as almost cuts off all hope in any after Pretenders of ever coming up to what he has eone Howbeit when I let him knâ—…w that it was a Task imposed upon me and not what I voluntarily engaged in I hope he will be the more favourable in his Censures I would indeed very willingly have wav'd the undertaking upon the forementioned account and urged it as a reason for my declining the same but it would not be allowed as sufficient to excuse me therefrom Wherefore being prevailed upon to make an Essay I fell to thinking of some course whereby I might serve my self of the Advantages which those that went before me have either not minded or scrupulously abridged themselves of This I soon imagined was to be effected by putting Horace into a more modern dress than hitherto he has appeared in that is by making him speak as if he were living and writing now I therefore resolved to alter the Scene from Rome to London and to make use of English names of Men Places and Customs where the Parallel would decently permit which I conceived would give a kind of new Air to the Poem and render it more agreeable to the rellish of the present Age. With these Considerations I set upon the Work and pursued it accordingly I have not I acknowledg been ever-nice in keeping to the words of the Original for that were to transgress a Rule therein contained Nevertheless I have been religiously strict to its sense and express'd it in as plain and intelligible a manner as the Subject would bear Where I may be thought to have varied from it which is not above once or twiâ—…e and in Passages not much material the skilful Reader will perceive 't was necessary for carrying on my proposed design and the Author himself were he again alive would I believe forgive me I have been careful to avoid stiffness and made it my endeavour to hit as near as I could the easie and familiar way of writing which is peculiar to Horace in his Epistles and was his proper Talent above any of mankind After all 't is humbly submitted to the judgment of the truly knowing how I have acquitted my self herein Let the success be what it will I shall not however wholly repent of my undertaking being I reckon in some measure recompenced for my pains by the advantage I have reaped of fixing these admirable Rules of Sense so well in my memory The Satyr and Odes of the Author which follow next in order I have translated after the same libertine way In them also I labour'd under the disadvantages of coming
VI. Lyd. Why then tho he more bright appear More constant than a fixed Star Tho you than Wind more fickle be And rougher than the stormy Sea By Heav'n and all its Pow'rs I vow I 'd gladly live and die with you UPON A LADY Who by overturning of a Coach had her Coats behind flung up and what was under shewn to the View of the Company Out of Voiture I. PHillis 't is own'd I am your Slave This happy moment dates your Reign No force of Humane Pow'r can save My captive Heart that wears your chain But when my Conquest you design'd Pardon bright Nymph if I declare It was unjust and too severe Thus to attack me from behind II. Against the Charms your Eyes impart With care I had secur'd my Heart On all the wonders of your Face Could safely and unwounded gaze But now entirely to enthral My Breast you have expos'd to view Another more resistless Foe From which I had no guard at all III. At first assault constrain'd to yield My vanquish'd Heart resign'd the Field My Freedom to the Conquerour Became a prey that very hour The subtle Traitor who unspied Had lurk'd till now in close disguise Lay all his life in ambush hid At last to kill me by surprize IV. A sudden Heat my Breast inspir'd The piercing Flame like Light'ning sent From that new dawning Firmament Through every Vein my Spirits fir'd My Heart before averse to Love No longer could a Rebel prove When on the Grass you did display Your radiant Bâ—…M to my survey And sham'd the Lustre of the Day V. The Sun in Heav'n abash'd to see A thing more gay more bright than He Struck with disgrace as well he might Thought to drive back the Steeds of Light His Beams he now thought useless grown That better were by yours supplied But having once seen your Back side For shame he durst not shew his own VI. Forsaking every Wood and Grove The Sylvans ravish'd at the sight In pressing Crowds about you strove Gazing and lost in wonder quite Fond Zephyr seeing your rich store Of Beauty undescried before Enamour'd of each lovely Grace Before his own dear Flora's face Could not forbear to kiss the place VII The beauteous Queen of Flow'rs the Rose In blushes did her shame disclose Pale Lillies droop'd and hung their heads And shrunk for fear into their Beds The amorous Narcissus too Reclaim'd of fond self-love by you His former vain desire cashier'd And your fair Breech alone admir'd VIII When this bright Object greets our sight All others lose their Lustre quite Your Eyes that shoot such pointed Rays And all the Beauties of your Race Like dwindling Stars that fly away At the approach of brighter Day No more regard or value bear But when its Glories disappear IX Of some ill Qualities they tell Which justly give me cause to fear But that which most begets despair It has no sense of Love at all More hard than Adamant it is They say that no Impression takes It has no Ears nor any Eyes And rarely very rarely speaks X. Yet I must love't and own my Flame Which to the world I thus rehearse Throughout the spacious coasts of Fame To stand recorded in my Verse No other subject or design Henceforth shall be my Muses Theme But with just Praises to proclaim The fairest ARSE that e're was seen XI In pity gentle Phillis hide The dazling Beams of your Back side For should they shine unclouded long All humane kind would be undone Not the bright Goddesses on high That reign above the starry Sky Should they turn up to open view All their immortal Tails can shew An Arse-h so divine as you CATULLUS EPIGR. VII IMITATED Quaeris quot mihi basiationes c. NAY Lesbia never ask me this How many Kisses will suffice Faith 't is a question hard to tell Exceeding hard for you as well Maâ—… ask what sums of Gold suffice The greedy Miser's boundless Wish Think what drops the Ocean store With all the Sands that make its Shore Think what Spangles deck the Skies When Heaven looks with all its Eyes Or think how many Atoms came To compose this mighty Frame Let all these the Counters be To tell how ost I 'm kiss'd by thee Till no malicious Spy caâ—… guess To what vast height the Scores arise Till weak Arithmetick grow scant And numbers for the reck'ning want All these will hardly be enough For me stark staring mad with Love SOME ELEGIES OUT OF OVID'S Amours IMITATED BOOK II. ELEGY IV. That he loves Women of all sorts and sizes Non ego mendosos ausim defendere mores c. NOt I I never vainly durst pretend My Follies and my Frailties to defend I own my Faults if it avail to own While like a graceless Wretch I still go on I hate my self but yet in spite of Fate Am fain to be that loathed thing I hate In vain I would shake off this load of Love Too hard to bear yet harder to remove I want the strength my fierce Desires to stem Hurried away by the impetuous stream 'T is not one Face alone subdues my Heart But each wears Charms and every Eye a Dart And wheresoe're I cast my Looks abroad In every place I find Temptations strow'd The modest kills me with her down cast Eyes And Love his ambush lays in that disguise The Brisk allures me with her gaity And shews how Active she in Bed will be If Coy like cloyster'd Virgins she appears She but dissembles what she most desires If she be vers'd in Arts and deeply read I long to get a Learned Maidenhead Or if Untaught and Ignorant she be She takes me then with her simplicity One likes my Verses and commends each Line And swears that Cowley's are but dull to mine Her in mere Gratitude I must approve For who but would his kind Applauder love Another damns my Poetry and me And plays the Critick most judiciously And she too fires my Heart and she too charms And I 'm agog to have her in my arms One with her soft and wanton Trip does please And prints in every step she sets a Grace Another walks with stiff ungainly tread But she may learn more pliantness abed This sweetly sings her Voice does Love inspire And every Breath kindles and blows the fire Who can forbear to kiss those Lips whose sound The ravish'd Ears does with such softness wound That sweetly plays and while her Fingers move While o're the bounding Strings their touches rove My Heart leaps too and every Pulse beats Love What Reason is so pow'rful to withstand The Magick force of that resistless Hand Another Dances to a Miracle And moves her numerous Limbs with graceful skill And she or else the Devil 's in 't must charm A touch of her would bed rid Hermits warm If tall I guess what plenteous Game she 'l yield Where Pleasure ranges o're so wide a Field If low she 's pretty both alike invite The Dwarf
and Giant both my wishes fit Undress'd I think how killing she 'd appear If arm'd with all Advantages she were Richly attir'd she 's the gay Bait of Love And knows with Art to set her Beauties off I like the Fair I like the Red hair'd one And I can find attractions in the Brown If curling Jet adorn her snowy Neck The beauteous Leda is reported Black If curling Gold Aurora's painted so All sorts of Histories my Love does know I like the Young with all her blooming Charms And Age it self is welcome to my Arms There uncropt Beauty in its flow'r assails Experience here and riper sense prevails In fine whatever of the Sex are known To stock this spacious and well furnish'd Town Whatever any single man can find Agreeable of all the num'rous kind At all alike my haggard Love does fly And each is Game and each a Miss for me BOOK II. ELEGY V. To his Mistris that jilted him Nullus amor tanti est abeas pharetrate Cupido c. NAY then the Devil take all Love if I So oft for its damn'd sake must wish to die What can I wish for but to die when you Dear faithless Thing I find could prove untrue Why am I curs'd with Life why am I fain For thee false Jilt to bear eternal Pain 'T is not thy Letters which thy Crimes reveal Nor secret Presents which thy Falshood tell Would God! my just suspicions wanted cause That they might prove less fatal to my ease Would God! less colour for thy guilt there were But that alas too much of proof does bear Bless'd he who what he loves can justifie To whom his Mistris can the Fact deny And boldly give his Jealousie the lye Cruel the Man and uncompassionate And too indulgent to his own Regret Who seeks to have her guilt too manifest And with the murd'ring secret stabs his Rest. I saw when little you suspected me When sleep you thought gave opportunity Your Crimes I saw and these unhappy eyes Of all your hidden stealths were Witnesses I saw in signs your mutual Wishes read And Nods the message of your Hearts convey'd I saw the conscious Board which writ all o're With scrawls of Wine Love's mystick Cypher bore Your Glances were not mute but each bewray'd And with your Fingers Dialogues were made I understood the Language out of hand For what 's too hard for Love to understand Full well I understood for what intent All this dumb Talk and silent Hints were meant And now the Ghests were from the Table fled And all the Company retir'd to bed I saw you then with wanton Kisses greet Your Tongues I saw did in your Kisses meet Not such as Sisters to their Brothers give But Lovers from their Mistrisses receive Such as the God of War and Paphian Queen Did in the height of their Embraces joyn Patience ye Gods I cried what is 't I see Unfaithful why this Treachery to me How dare you let another in my sight Invade my native Property and Right He must not shall not do 't by Love I swear I 'll seize the bold usurping Ravisher Tâ—… are my Free hold and the Fates design That you should be unalienably mine These Favours all to me impropriate are How comes another then to trespass here This and much more I said by Rage inspir'd While conscious shame her Cheeks with Blushes fir'd Such lovely stains the face of Heav'n adorn When Light 's first blushes paint the bashful Morn So on the Bush the flaming Rose does glow When mingled with the Lillies neighb'ring Snow This or some other Colour much like these The semblance then of here Complexion was And while her Looks that sweet Disorder wore Chance added Beauties undisclos'd before Upon the ground she cast her jetty Eyes Her Eyes shot fiercer Darts in that Disgulse Her Face a sad and mournful Air express'd Her Face more lovely seem'd in sadness dress'd Urg'd by Revenge I hardly could forbear Her braided Locks and tender Cheeks to tear Yet I no sooner had her Face survey'd But strait the tempest of my Rage was laid A look of her did my Resentments charm A look of her did all their Force disarm And I that fierce outrageous thing e're-while Grow calm as Infants when in sleep they smile And now a Kiss am humbly fain to crave She smil'd and strait a throng of Kisses prest The worst of which should Jove himself but taste The brandish'd Thunder from his Hand would wrest Well-pleas'd I was and yet tormented too For fear my envied Rival felt them so Better they seem'd by far than I ere taught And she in them shew'd something new methought Fond jealous I my self the Pleasure grutch And they displeas'd because they pleas'd too much When in my mouth I felt her darting Tongue My wounded Thoughts it with suspicion stung Nor is it this alone afflicts my mind More reason for complaint remains behind I grieve not only that she Kisses gave Tho that affords me cause enough to grieve Such never could be taught her but in Bed And Heav'n knows what Reward her Teacher had BOOK II. ELEGY X. To a Friend Acquainting him that he is in Love with two at one time Tu mihi tu certè memini Graecine negabas c. I 'VE heard my Friend and heard it said by you No man at once could ever well love two But I was much deceiv'd upon that score For single I at once love one and more Two at one time reign joyntly in my Breast Both handsom are both charming both well-dress'd And hang me if I know which takes me best This Fairer is thao that and that than this That more than this and this than that does please Tost like a Ship by diffrent gusts of Love Now to this Point and now to that I move Why Love why dost thou double thus my pains Was 't not enough to bear one Tyrant's chains Why Goddess do'st thou vainly lavish more On one that was top-full of Love before Yet thus I 'd rather love than not at all May that ill Curse my Enemies befal May my worst Foe be damn'd to love of none Be damn'd to Continence and lie alone Let Loves alarms each night disturb my Rest And drowsie sleep never approach my Breast Or strait-way thence be by new Pleasure chas'd Let Pleasure in succession keep my Sense Ever awake or ever in a Trance Let me lie melting in my fair One's Arms Riot in Bliss and surfeit on her Charms Let her undo me there without controul Drain nature quite suck out my very Soul And if by one I can't enough be drawn Give me another clap more Leeches on The Gods have made me of the sporting kind And for the Feat my Pliant Limbs design'd What Nature has in Bulk to me denied In Sinews and in vigour is supplied And should my Strength be wanting to Desire Pleasure would add new Fewel to the Fire Oft in soft Battels have I spent the Night Yet rose
Nothing but Charms are wanting Bring Daphnis from the Town ye Magick Charms Bring home lov'd Daphnis to my longing Arms. Charms in her wonted Course can stop the Moon And from her well-fix'd Orb can call her down By Charms the mighty Circe we are told Ulysses fam'd Companions chang'd of old Snakes by the Vertue of Enchantment forc'd Oft in the Meads with their own Poyson burst Bring Daphnis from the Town ye Magick Charms Bring home lov'd Daphnis to my longing Arms. First these three several Threads I compass round Thy Image thus in Magick Fetters bound Then round these Altars thrice thy Image bear Odd Numbers to the Gods delightful are Bring Daphnis from the Town ye Magick Charms Bring home lov'd Daphnis to my longing Arms. Go tie me in three knots three Ribands now And let the Ribands be of diffrent Hue Go Amaryllis tie them strait and cry At the same time They 're true-love-knots I tie Bring Daphnis from the Town ye Magick Charms Bring home lov'd Daphnis to my longing Arms. Look how this Clay grows harder and look how With the same Fire this Wax doth softer grow So Daphnis let him with my Love do so Strow Meal and Salt for so these Rites require And set the crackling Laurel Boughs on fire This naughty Daphnis sets my Brest on flame And I this Laurel burn in Daphnis's Name Bring Daphnis from the Town ye Magick Charms Bring home lov'd Daphnis to my longing Atms. As a poor Heifer wearied in the Chase Of seeking her lov'd Steer from place to place Through Woods through Groves through Arable and Wast On some green River's bank lies down at last There Lows her Moan despairing and forlorn And tho' belated minds not to return Let Daphnis's Case be such and let not me Take any care to give a Remedy Bring Daphnis from the Town ye magick Charms Bring home lov'd Daphnis to my longing Arms. These Garments erst the faithless Traitour left Dear Pledges of his Love of which I 'me reft Beneath the Threshold these I bury now In thee O Earth these Pledges Daphnis owe. Bring Daphnis from the Town ye Magick Charms Bring home lov'd Daphnis to my longing Arms. Of Maeris I these Herbs and Poysons had From Pontus brought in Pontus store are bred With these I 've oft seen Maeris Wonders do Turn himself Wolf and to the Forest go I 've often seen him Fields of Corn displace From whence they grew and Ghosts in Church-yards raise Bring Daphnis from the Town ye Magick Charms Bring home lov'd Daphnis to my longing Arms. Go Maid go bear the Ashes out at door And then forthwith into the neighb'ring current pour Over thy Head and don 't look back be sure I 'll try what these on Daphnis will prevail The Gods he minds not nor my Charms at all Bring Daphnis from the Town ye Magick Charms Bring home lov'd Daphnis to my longing Arms. Behold the Ashes while we lingring stay While we neglect to carry them away Have reach'd the Altar and have fir'd the Wood That lyes upon 't Heav'n send it be for good Something I know not what 's the matter Hark! I hear our Lightfoot in the Entry bark Shall I believe or is it only Dream Which Lovers fancies are too apt to frame Cease now ye Magick Charms behold him come Cease needless Charms my Daphnis is at home To Madam L. E. upon her Recovery from a late Sickness Madam PArdon that with slow Gladness we so late Your wish'd return of Health congratulate Our Joys at first so throng'd to get abroad They hinder'd one another in the crowd And now such haste to tell their Message make They only stammer what they meant to speak You the fair Subject which I am to sing To whose kind Hands this humble joy I bring Aid me I beg while I this Theme pursue For I invoke no other Muse but you Long time had you here brightly shone below With all the Rays kind Heaven could bestow No envious Cloud e're offer'd to invade Your Lustre or compel it to a Shade Nor did it yet by any Sign appear But that you thoroughout Immortal were Till Heaven if Heaven could prove so cruel sent To interrupt the Growth of your content As if it grudg'd those Gifts you did enjoy And would that Bounty which it gave destroy 'T was since your Excellence did envy move In those high Powers and made them jealous prove They thought these Glories should they still have shin'd Unsullied were too much for Woman-kind Which might they write as lasting as they 're Fair Too great for ought but Deities appear But Heaven it may be was not yet compleat And lackt you there to fill your empty Seat And when it could not fairly woo you hence Turn'd Ravisher and offer'd Violence Sickness did first a formal siege begin And by sure slowness tryed your Life to win As if by lingring methods Heaven meant To chase you hence and tire you to consent But this in vain Fate did to force resort And next by Storm shove to attack the fort A Sleep dull as your last did you Arrest And all there Magazines of life possest No more the Blood its circling course did run But in the veins like Isicles it hung No more the Heart now void of quickning heat The tuneful March of vital Motion beat Stiffness did into all the Sinews climb And a short Death crept cold through every Limb. All Signs of Life from sight so far withdrew 'T was now thought Popery to pray for you There might you were not that sense lost have seen How your true Death would have resented been A Lethargy like yours each breast did seize And all by Sympathy catcht your Disease Around you silent Imagery appears And nought in the Spectators moves but Tears They pay what grief were to your Funeral due And yet dare hope Heaven would your Life renew Mean while all means all drugs prescribed are Which the decays of Health or Strength repair Medicines so powerful they new Souls would save And Life in long-dead Carcasses retrieve But these in vain they rougher Methods try And now your'e Martyr'd that you may not die Sad Scene of Fate when Tortures were your gain And t was a kindness thought to wish you pain As if the slackned string of Life run down Could only by the Rack be screwed in tune But Heav'n at last grown conscious that its pow'r Could scarce what was to die with you restore And loth to see such Glories over-come Sent a post Angel to repeal your doom Strait Fate obey'd the Charge which Heaven sent And gave this first dear Proof it could Repent Triumphant Charms what may not you subdue When Fate 's your Slave and thus submits to you It now again the new-broke Thread does knit And for another Clew her spindle fit And life 's hid spark which did unquencht remain Caught the fled light and brought it back again Thus you reviv'd and all our Joy with
is the wanton Epicure Who a perpetual Surfeit will endure Who places all his chiefest Happiness In the Extravagancies of Excess Which wise Sobriety esteems but a Disease O mighty envied Happiness to eat Which fond mistaken Sots call Great Poor Frailty of our Flesh which we each day Must thus repair for fear of ruinous Decay Degrading of our Nature where vile Brutes are fain To make and keep up Man Which when the Paradise above we gain Heav'n thinks too great an Imperfection to retain By each Disease the sickly Joy's destroy'd At every Meal it 's nauseous and cloy'd Empty at best as when in Dream enjoy'd When cheated by a slumbering Imposture we Fancy a Feast and great Regalio's by And think we taste and think we see And riot on imaginary Luxury IX Grant me O Vertue thy more solid lasting Joy Grant me the better Pleasures of the Mind Pleasures which only in pursuit of thee we find Which Fortune cannot marr nor Chance destroy One Moment in thy blest Enjoyment is Worth an Eternity of that tumultuous Bliss Which we derive from Sense Which often cloys and must resign to Impotence Grant me but this how will I triumph in my happy State Above the Changes and Reverse of Fate Above her Favors and her Hate I 'll scorn the worthless Treasures of Peru And those of t' other Indies too I 'll pity Caesar's Self with all his Trophies and his Fame And the vile brutish Herd of Epicures contemn And all the Under-shrievalties of Life not worth a Name Nor will I only owe my Bliss Like others to a Multitude Where Company keeps up a forced Happiness Should all Mankind surcease to live And none but individual I survive Alone I would be happy and enjoy my Solitude Thus shall my Life in pleasant Minutes wear Calm as the Minutes of the Evening are And gentle as the motions of the upper Air Soft as my Muse and unconfin'd as she When flowing in the Numbers of Pindarique Liberty And when I see pale gastly Death appear That grand inevitable Test which all must bear Which best distinguishes the blest and wretched here I 'll smile at all it Horrors court my welcome Destiny And yield my willing Soul up in an eafie Sigh And Epicures that see shall envy and confess That I and those who dare like me be good the chiefest Good possess Virg. ECLOGUE VIII The Enchantment Poet Damon Alpheus Speakers DAmon and Alpheus the two Shepherds Strains I mean to tell and how they charm'd the Plains I 'll tell their charming Numbers which the Herd Unmindful of their Grass in Throngs admir'd At which fierce Savages astonish'd stood And every River stopt its list'ning Flood For you Great Sir whether with Cannons Roar You spread your Terror to the Holland Shore Or with a gentle and a steady Hand In Peace and Plenty rule your Native Land Shall ever that auspicious Day appear When I your glorious Actions shall declare It shall and I throughout the World rehearse Their Fame fit only for a Spencer's Verse With you my Muse began with you shall end Accept my Verse that waits on your Command And deign this Ivy Wreath a place may find Amongst the Laurels which your Temples bind 'T was at the time that Night 's cool shades withdrew And left the Grass all hung with Pearly Dew When Damon leaning on his Oaken Wand Thus to his Pipe in gentle Lays complain'd D. Arise thou Morning and drive on the Day While wretched I with fruitless words inveigh Against false Nisa while the Gods I call With my last Breath tho' hopeless to avail Tho' they regard not my Complaints at all Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains Maenalus ever has its warbling Groves And talking Pines it ever hears the Loves Of Shepherds and the Notes of Mighty Pan The first that would not let the Reeds untun'd remain Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains Mopsus weds Nisa Gods what Lover e'er Need after this have reason to despair Griffins shall now leap Mares and the next Age The Deer and Hounds in Friendship shall engage Go Mopsus get the Torches ready soon Thou happy Man must have the Bride anon Go Bridegroom quickly the Nut-scramble make The Evening-star quits Oeta for thy sake Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains How fitly art thou match'd who wast so nice Thou haughty Nymph who did'st all else despise Who slight'st so scornfully my Pipe my Herd My rough-grown Eye-brows and unshaven Beard And think'st no God does mortal things regard Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains I saw thee young and in thy Beauty 's Bloom To gather Apples with thy Mother come 'T was in our Hedge-rows I was there with Pride To shew you to the best and be your Guide Then I just entring my twelfth Year was found I then could reach the tender Boughs from Ground Heav'ns when I saw how soon was I undone How to my Heart did the quick Poyson run Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains Now I 'm convinc'd what Love is the cold North Sure in its craggy Mountains brought him forth Or Africk's wildest Desarts gave him Birth Amongst the Cannibals and Savage Race He never of our Kind or Countrey was Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains Dire Love did once a Mother's Hand embrue In Childrens Blood a cruel Mother thou Hard 't is to say of both which is the worst The cruel Mother or the Boy accurst He a curst Boy a cruel Mother thou The Devil a whit to chuse betwixt the two Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains Let Wolves by Nature shun the Sheep-folds now On the rough Oaks let Oranges now grow Let the coarse Alders bear the Daffadill And costly Amber from the Thorn distill Let Owls match Swans let Tyt'rus Orpheus be In the Woods Orpheus and Arion on the Sea Strike up my Pipe play me in tuneful Strains What I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains Let all the World turn Sea ye Woods adieu To some high Mountain's top I 'll get me now And thence my self into the Waters throw There quench my Flames and let the cruel She Accept this my last dying Will and Legacy Cease now my Pipe cease now those warbling Strains Which I heard sung on the Maenalian Plains This Damon's Song relate ye Muses now Alpheus Reply All cannot all things do A. Bring Holy Water sprinkle all around And see these Altars with soft Fillets bound Male-Frankincense and juicy Vervain burn I 'll try if I by Magick Force can turn here My stubborn Love I 'll try if I can fire His frozen Breast