bloody fight But loue and peace dwels here from danger free Yet onely I from them haue tane this wound Which vnto thee subiected hath this ground 73. This and much more in vaine her tongue did say But wise Vlisses alwayes stopt his eare And hoysing his braue sayles fled fast away The winde her loue and words away doth beare Yet still her torments did the more increase Yet stil of cursed spels she seeketh ease 74. But all her magicke and spright binding arte Diminisht nothing of her furious loue Ne ought did take from her consuming smart Ne ought her helish torments did remoue Ye then that fondly loue and faigne would leaue In magicke spels doe not at all beleeue 75. But if great cause of businesse thee retaine Within the Citie where thy mistris dwels Follow my counsaile freedome to regaine Which for the Cities presence I will tell He woonne his freedome and did quite him wel That once escapte vnworthy loues lowe Hell 76. This thou desirest him I wonder at And of my medicines he shall not need To thee alone my Rules I will relate Whose inward wounds do neuer cease to bleed Who louest wouldst faigne that knot vnbinde And know'st not how seekst the way to finde 77. Recount vnto thy selfe each suttle Art Each wicked Act of thine vnworthy Loue Vnfold before thine eyes each losse each smart Which by her meanes and for her thou dost proue This hath she stolne that thus must you say Yet this or that will not her stealing stay 78. But euen houshold goods and gods and all She quite hath fold with couetous desire Lo thus protesting she doth Record call Her faith yee falsifies it O the stoute lyer How often hath she shut me out her gate There suffering me my sorrowes to relate 79. Yea she applies her selfe to straungers last And scorne my loue ô most vnhappie I Vnto her base apprentise she doth trust Those secrets which to me she doth denie The oft remembrance of such cruell wrong Wil root thy fancie vp though grounded strong 80. Present them often then to thy sick minde For hence the spring shall rise of happy hate O would thou couldst seeme eloquent to binde More strong perswasions to thy sickly state 81. Lately I set my fancy on a maide That fully answerd not to my desier And therefore striu'd my fancy to haue staide A poore Phisition to so great a fyer Yet the remembrance of her vilder parts Releast the furie of tormenting smarts 82. How ill and excellent vnshapt her thigh Yet to confesse the truth it was not so How foule her armes thus would I say and sigh Yet if they were not thus I well did know How short of stature yet her stature tall Thus enuie loathsomnesse to me did call 83. Good things do neighbour bad and sit them by Oft vertue thus of vice doth beare that blame Faigne to thy selfe and tell thy selfe a ly And cloath her vertues with foule vices shame Thus shalt thou change thy mind with subtill art And weare away thy still encombring smart 84. If shee be fat that shee is swollen say If browne then tawny like the Affricke Moore If slender leane meger and worne away If courtly wanton worst of worst before If modest strange as fitteth woman-head Say she is rusticke clownish and ill bred 85. Yea whatsoeuer gift for none hath all Thy mistris wants intreat her still to vse If that her voyce be ill or cunning small Importune her to sing nee'r let her chuse If that she cannot moue her feete in measure To see her daunce still let it be thy pleasure 86. Is shee of small discourse and slender wit Conuerse with her that she may wound thine eare To instruments hath shee not learn'd to fit Her fingers then desire a Lute to heare Hath she an ill vncomely and strange gate Cause her to walke both earely forth and late 87. Hath shee a swelling and downe hanging breast Desire thou still to see her faire white skinne Are her teeth blacke or wants shee of the best Relate some merry iest that shee may grinne Is shee compassionate tell then some woful case So shall she shew thee Anticks in her face 88. Earely desire to steale of her a sight Ere shee hath cloath'd her with her best attire We are seduced by vaine errors might And gay apparell kindles our desire Then is shee shrowded all in stone and golde And of her selfe least part her selfe doth holde 89. Oft seeke for whom thou lou'st in company And great resort of other goodly dames By this deuice new loues beguiles thine eye And drawes thy first desire to farther blame Come all vnthought of sudden in the place So shall she be vnarm'd in weaker case 90. So shalt thou disappoint her in her guile See her defects and coole thy burning loue Yet trust not to this rule which other while Fallacious and dangerous doth proue For carelesse hauiour that doth banish art Hath mighty force to hold a wounded hart 91. Yet whiles with curious skill shee paintes her face Be not asham'd but presse thou to her sight Then shalt thou finde her boxes in the place Wherein her beauty lyes and borrowed light Then shalt thou see her body all begreas'd With ointments that hath thee so greatly pleas'd 92. Of sauour worse then Phineûs tables were Whose filthinesse a plague to him was sent With these my stomack could not often beare But euermore to ease it selfe was bent But now euen what we vse in midst of Loue I will thee teach that passion to remoue 93. For by all meanes we must this fier expell But I do shame euen needfull things to showe Yet thou by those which I to thee shall tell Mayst well conceiue the rest and easie knowe For some dispraise my rimes to enuie bent And say my Muse is shamelesse impudent 94. Yet since I see so many that I please That all the world my sporting lines receaue Let this or that man enuie at my ease Dispraise my pen and me of praise bereaue Detracting enuie Homers writ hath blam'd Who ere thou be he Zoilus hath nam'd 95. Yea sacriligious tongues hath torne thy verse By whose good guide the Troyans gaind this land The loftiest things Ioues thunderbolts do perse And winds encounter what doth highest stand So enuie euer aymeth at the best And will not giue them any time to rest 96 But thou who ere thou be that thus my Muse So much offendes through looser libertie If in thy wrath discretion thou canst vse Then to each subiect his apt verse applie Stout warres deserue a Homer to display Their battailes conflicts and their good array 97 What place may there be found for sweet delight For Reuels Triumphs Loues and merriment Matters of State Tragedians do report For loftie Stiles becomes such drirement No humble muse must there sound his stil horne There buskins but no base shoes must be worne 98 The Iambicke freely taunts his enemie Whether
Ouidius Naso HIS REMEDIE OF LOVE Translated and Intituled to the Youth of England Plautus in Trinummo Mille modis Amor Ignorandu'st procul adhibendus est atque abstinendus Nam qui in Amore precipitauit peius perit quà m si saxe saliat VIR EST SIT VULNERE VERITAS LONDON Printed by T. C. for Iohn Browne and are to be sold at his shop in Fleetstreet at the signe of the Bible 1600. TO HIS SOMEtimes Tutor at all times deerest friend M. I. better reward for his deserts c. I Haue liued to be the cause of thy wrong I may liue to doe thee right the first by casualtie contrary to my desire the latter voluntarily according to thy desert Accept therefore these few lynes whatsoeuer they are and howsoeuer attirde yet as true witnesses of my euerlasting loue If they seeme vnpollisht as I feare hide them for thou gauest them their beginning If possessing any thing of worth or pleasure as yet I hope ioy in it and enioy it for thou wert the first moouer of my Muses circular conceits which had neuer beginning but by thee and neuer shall ende but in thee and whatsoeuer they doe all shall be for thee Farewell Times truest child F. L. The first booke of Ouidius Naso intituled The Remedie of Loue. 1 WHen Loue first read the title os this booke Wars wars against me now are wag'd que he O dayne thy Poet of a milder looke Condemne him not that from offence is free VVho euer was Loues vowed Ancient Bearing his cullers with a true intent 2 Not I Tydides by whose cruel speare Thy mother wounded on Mars foming steeds Fled into heauen full of carefull feare Others sometime in bitter fancy bleeds But I still burne If thou the question moue What now I do I answere also Loue. 3 Yea I haue taught how thou mightst be obtaind So learning reason how to bridle force Yet not to thee nor to mine Arts containd In papers proue I foe without remorce Ne yet my Muse doth labour to vntwist Her old spun webbe that doth of Loue consist 4 He that hath built his fancie to his minde He happie loues and happie liue he still Still fill thy sayles with that thrice prosperous wind But if thou be subiected to the will Of any tyrant or vnworthy mayd Least that thou perish search our Arts for ayd 5 VVhy why should any basely hang and die To giue an instance of their desperate loue Or why should any with such crueltie By selfe-inflicted wounds their soules remoue So thou that onely doest in peace delight Shalt gayne suspition of a murtherous wight 6 If then he be who least he scapes the snare And leaues to loue must also leaue to liue O let him in due time thereof beware O let him leaue to loue and leaue him giue Thus loue shall be esteem'd liues deerest friend Not cursed author of a desperate end 7 Thou art a child nor ought childhood fits But games sports playes then game sport play Such gentler rule becomes such childish wits Thy childish wit that no high things must way Thou in thy wars maist naked arrowes vse Yet such as shall no deadly wounds infuse 8. Let old Stepfathers war with sword and speare And in a Sea of blood win victorie Vse thou thy mothers fight that yeelds no feare Nor for the sonnes losse makes the parent crie Let doores be broken in thy nocturne Iarres And be adornd with garlands midst those warres 9. Let men and maidens take their sports by stealth Let maidens vse their words with cunning art Now let them kindly send their Louers health And suddenly with chiding wound their hart And barring fast the doores shut out their loue VVhere let them waile and yet no pitie moue 10. These warres shall please thy gentle humor best In these teares shalt thou sport not causd by death Death shall not see thy Torches at her feast Nor morning funerals thy fiers breath Thus hauing said Loue shooke his golden wings And bid me end the worke my pen begins 11. Come then sick youth vnto my sacred skill VVhose loue hath fallen crosse vnto your minde Learne how to remedie that pleasing ill Of him that taught you your owne harmes to finde For in that selfesame hand your helpe is found VVhence first ye did receiue your careful wound 12 So th' earth which yeelds vs herbs of souerain grace Doth nourish weeds of vertue pestilent The burning nettle chuseth oft her place Next to the Rose that yeelds so sweete a sent Achilles Speare that wounded his sterne foe Restord him health curde the greeuous blow 13. Now what prescriptions we do giue to men Maides thinke them spoken vnto you likewise To both parts we giue weapons vse them then With secret Art and with discretion wise Of which if ought you finde that seemes not fit Know in examples many things are writ 14 And profitable is our Argument To quench that secret and consuming flame To free thy minde from sin and ill intent To loose those bands that drew thee into shame Phillis had liu'd had I her Tutor been That three times thice walkt path she oft had seen 15. Nor Dido dying from her stately Tower Should haue beheld the Troians thence to flye Sorrow should not haue had so strong a power To cause the mother do her owne to dye Tereus though Philomela might him please Should not through sin a graundsiers title seaze 16. Giue me Pasiphae she shall cease to Loue The filthy shape of that straunge monstrous beast Bring Phaedra forth and I will soone remoue Her deepe incestuous lust that neuer ceast Liude Paris Hellen he should not desire Nor shuld the Greekes waste Pergamus with fire 17. Had wicked Scylla read our argument Nisus should not haue lost his fatall haire I le teach you to asswage the greedy bent Of burning lust and make the weather faire I le steare your Ship aright in seas of loue And from each rock I will you safely moue 18. Ouid was to be read with studious care When first your loue began with fruite to growe Ouid is to be read in your ill fare When first your loue with deep disdain shal flowe I do professe to gaine your libertie Then follow me reuenge your miserie 19. Be present ô thou Prophet Poets praise Phisicks first finder out and nurse alone Crowne me professing both with lasting bayes For both are vnder thy protection Raine siluer shewers of skill into my brest That I may shewe each wretch the way to rest 20. Whiles well thou maist and ere that secret warre Be throughly kindled in thy troubled minde If thou repent ô run not on too far Retire ere greater cause of griefe thou finde Tread down the starting seeds of springing wo And turne thy Steed ere he vntamed grow 21. Delay giues strēgth time ripes the greenest grape And makes corn stiff that was a weak spring-weed The greatest tree that farthest spreads his
sape Was first a wand or but a litle seed Then mought it be thrown down drawne vp soone broke Now stands it stiffe conquers euery stroke 22. Consider first where thou dost thrall thy hart To whom thou vowest thy seruice and thy loue And if the burthen cause thine inward smart From out the yoke with speed thy neck remoue Stop the beginning for Phisick comes too late When time hath drawn the wound to desperate state 23. Defer not therefore to the comming hower For he that at the present is vnapt Shall finde delay diminish still his power Vntill at length he wholly be intrapt Louers excuses seeke of long delay And euer fittest deemes the following day 24. But each small minute giues occasion Of deeper thraldome Fancy ties by slight See how by many streames collection There doth arise a flood of wondrous might Drops multiplied do grow to running springs And springs vnited forth a Riuer brings 25. If that thou hadst foreseene how great a sinne Myrrha thy wicked lust did powre on thee Thou neuer shouldst haue hid thy shamefull chin Within the barke of that still weeping tree Oft haue I seene an easie soone curde ill By times processe surpasse the Leachmans skill 26. But for we still delight to taste the fruites Of melting pleasure and bewitching Loue We wooe our selues with long protracting suites And daily promise from it to remoue Meane while the flame we feed within vs still For deeper rootes the weed and tree of ill 27. But if the time of this first cure be past And long-fed loue doth lode thy fainting hart A worke of greater moment now is cast Vpon my promise and of deeper Art Yet will I not cast off the sicke decaide Though late it be ere he implores my aide 28. Paeantius sonne should haue redeemd his health By cutting off that first corrupted part Though after many yeares times gon by stealth He ending warfare was recurde by Art I that but now did launce the wound in haste Now wish thou slowly slying time to waste 29. Yet seeke to quench those flames that newly burn With those whose furie past do now decline Giue Raynes to running rage and do not turne Her race and she will kill her selfe with time Each violence at first is wondrons strong And hardly yeeldeth passage vnto wrong 30. He is a foole that may the Riuer passe By small declining vnto either side And yet will striue against the streame alas And euer be far from his purpose wide Me thinks I see a minde impatient That neuer subiect was to Arts true bent 31. Contemne this Counsell as of slender skill And scorne th' admonisher as fond and vaine But then will I apply me to his will And vndertake my promisde taske againe When as his wounds wil beare a touch a straine And eke himselfe beliue I do not faine 32. Who would forbid the mother for to weepe Vpon the dead hearse of her dearest sonne This is no time that she should patience keepe This is no place to say she must haue done When with her teares her mind is satisfied By words her griefe may best be mollified 33. By time must medicines be measur'd forth For in fit time wines profit and delight But out of season they are little worth And brings the body to eternal night Moreouer vnto flax thou addest fire Forbidding vice contraring his desire 34. In vnfit times by ill meanes or straunge place Nor euer shalt thou so thy Patient cure When then thou seest thy selfe in better case Able or hard prescriptions to endure See first thou fly from sloathful Idlenesse And still be doing somewhat more or lesse 35. Sloath drawes thee on and leads thee vnto Loue Sloath the chiefe cause and foode of pleasing ill Shake off but Sloath and idle ease remoue Blinde Cupid shall his arrowes vainely spill His bowe shall breake and to the ground shall fall Yea and his firy brands extinguish all 36. Euen as the Palme-tree loues the Riuers sight And as the Alder ioyes the Waters side As Reeds in slymie Marishes delight So Loue doth euermore with sloath abide Loue hates all busie braines as deadly ill If then thou wilt not loue be busie still 37. Languor and Feeblenesse and sloathful play Time drownd in Wine and lost in drowsie sleepe Steales from the mind her wonted strength stay Whiles all her spirits dead no watch do keepe Then in slips Traitor Loue her enemie And doth depriue her of her libertie 38. Loue euermore a shadow is to Sloath Attending on her alwaies as her Page To be imployde with businesse its loath It hates all care at trouble stil doth rage Adde then vnto thy minde some chiefe affaire Stil to preserue from Loues infectious ayre 39. There are the seates of Iudgements Iustice see There are the Lawes go learn to plead for truth Thou hast some friend in trouble set him free Thus shalt thou euer fly fond Fancies ruth Or clad thy selfe in steele and shining armes Pleasure shal fly and neuer worke thy harmes 40. Behold the Parthian who slying fights Now Captiuate the cause of our new ioyes Conquer thou Cupids sensual delights As then the Parthian hast to his annoy So in thy double conquest mayst thou weare Two Trophies and vnto thy Gods them beare 41. As soone as Venus from th' Aeolian Speare Receiude her wound she left the bloodie field She left the care of that vnconstant feare Vnto her Louer by his strength to wield Some aske why fraile Aegistus burnd in sinne The cause is plaine Sloath did his vertue winne 42. Diuers were slack and many proued slowe Some came but late before proud Troyes wall To which the youth of Greece did daily goe Concluding their long toyle with Illions fall Would he the exercise of rough warres daine His nature could not suffer any paine 43. Would he haue spent his speech to plead for right Greece wanted matter for his vehement tongue All that he could he did euen to his might Least nought he should to Loue he tun'd his song So came that childe to vndertake some paine So stil he doth a childish boy remaine 44. The Countrey also doth delight the minde With pleasant studies of sweet husbandry This care the greeuoust cares griefes doth binde Quickly forgets and makes all sorrow flye Yoke then thy Oxen well taught to obay And furrow vp the earth in good aray 45. Bury therein thy quicke and liuely seede Which thy fat fields in time shall multiply Yeelding thee treble gaines with happie speede Behold the Apple bough how it doth ply And stoope with store of fruit that doth abound Scarce able to sustaine them from the ground 46. Marke well the gentle musicke of each spring Whiles through the Peebles it doth make her way See how thy Lambes with tender teeth do wring And choysely crop the sweetest herbes away The gentle Lambes that alwaies heard togither Louers of companie louing one another 47. Loe how the Goates vnto the
his last foote slow or swift doth proue The legicke sings of loue and archerie With shafts such as from louers eyes do roue And with her louer wantonly doth play And sweetly speake and plead implore and pray 99 Achilles honor shines not in the verse Of Cyrens Muse where sports do better proue And stately Homer thou must not reherse Cydippe young Acontius deerest loue Who can endure Andromache should play The sports of Thais and her wanton lay 100. Who acteth Thais wrongs Andromache One person cannot fit him to both parts But I will play that part and Thais be Our sports are libertines free are our hearts Sith then all shame we banish from our verse Thais is mine I will her part rehearse 101. If then my lines do fit a wantons lay Gnawe thine owne gall fonde enuy hold thy peace For we haue wonne the lasting crowne of bay And cleerd the blame wherein we did displease Breake enuie breake in thine owne foule despite For we haue got renowne and glory bright 102. For still with honour fames desire doth grow But at the foote of this high climing hill My weary Steeds do pant and faintly goe As much to vs by their according will Our Elegies confesse to vs they owe As from his worke to Virgill praise doth flowe FINIS ¶ An exposition of the Poeticall examples mentioned in this first Booke of the Remedie of Loue. TYDIDES That is Diomedes the son of Tydeus Deiphiles he was the most strong valiant of all the Greekes except Achilles Aiax he wounded Venus in the right haÌ„d whiles shee defended Aeneas yea also Mars the God of warre her Paramour Achilles in a conflict wouÌ„ded Telephus king of Missia who denyed passage to the Grecians through his kingdome bound for the siege of Troy of which when no remedie could be found he receiued from an Oracle that hee could not otherwise be healed but by the same Speare wherwith he was wouÌ„ded Afterwards therfore being reconciled to Achillis he obtained that he might make an emplaster of the rust thereof and so was restored to his perfect health Phillis Lycurgus daughter who entertained Demophoön returning from the Troian warre admitted him to her bed with coÌ„dition that assoone as he had ordered his home-affayres he should returne againe and marry her But he being detained by vrgent occasions and staying longer then the appointed time shee hanged her selfe and gaue an ende to her loue and life in one instant Dido How she after Aeneas departed froÌ„ her fayning a sacrifice burned her selfe it is too vulgar to be repeated Troians A people of Asia Medea The daughter of Aeta king of Cholcos she entertayned Iason in his expeditioÌ„ for the GoldeÌ„ fleece which she taught him how to win and after sled away with him married him and bare vnto him two sonnes Afterwards she was forsaken by him who tooke vnto his second wife Creusa the daughter of Creon King of Corinth which Medea tooke so greeuously that artificially enclosing fire in a Forcet sent it vnto her for a token with which shee and the Pallace before day was burnt vp Herewith Iason being enflamed ran forth to be reuenged on her but she seeing him comming tooke vp her two sonnes which he begate on her and in their fathers sight murthered them by cutting their throates and then through her witchcraft she was taken vp into the Clowdes and so went vnto Athens Tereus Philomela Tereus hauing rauished Philomela who went to see her sister Progne whom he had married that his sinne might not be disclosed he cut off her tongue and imprisoned her but being a cunning work woman she wrote the whole processe of her iniury in an handkercheffe and sent it to her sister who in reuenge thereof killed her owne sonne Itys and gaue his flesh boyled rosted vnto her husband to eate vnto whom after he had wel fed thereon she presented the childes head wherat he being angry followed his wife to haue slaine her but she was turned into a Nightingale he into that bird which the Latines cal Vpupa and some falsly translate a Lapwing Pasiphae The wife of Mirios who being in loue with a Bull by the helpe of Dedalus her Bawde found out a way how she might lie with him yea she coÌ„ceiued brought out a Minotaure which was half a maaÌ„ half a Bull which being enclosed in the Labyrinth was after slain by Theseus Phaedra Wife to Theseus who falsly accused Hippolitê° his sonne of whoredome because hee would not satisfie her lust in lying with her and so wrought his death Hee is not I thinke that hath not heard how Paris king Priamus his sonne of Troy stole Hellen from Greece how the Graecians which are a people of Europe in reuenge after 10. yeeres siege destroyed Troy called also by the name of Pergamus wherefore we will ease our margeant of this tedious note Scylla daughter to Nisus who falling in loue with Minos her fahers enemie cut off his goldeÌ„ hayre and presented him therewith thinking by this great argument of her loue to win his grace but he though by her meanes he ouercame her father hated so much her impietie that hee vtterly refused her and she throwing her selfe into the sea at his departure to swimme after him was turned into the bird Ciris a Larke Ouid. Prophet that is Apollo whom Poets doe make their God hence are they crowned with Lawrell which tree is consecrated to him hee also for his skill in the natures of hearbes is recorded for the inuenter or finder out of that most necessary Art of Physicke Myrrha the daughter of Cinarus king of Cyprus who desiring her fathers companie by the deuice of her Nurse enioyed her filthie lust and was deliuered of Adonis which when her father knew he would haue slayne her but she flying from his fury was turned into a tree of that name which euermore weepeth as it were and lamenteth her impietie Paeantius sonne that is Philoctetes the companioÌ„ of Hercules who after his death enioyed his arrowes and being drawne to the Troian warre by the fall of one of them was wounded in his foote which grew to be almost incureable for which cause he was left behind in the I le of Lemnos after by Vlisses was fetcht vnto Troy which being sackt he went into Calabria where Machaon restored him to health Cupid the sonne of Venus Loues archer c. Parthian a people of Asia in auncient times the most earnest enemies of the Romans they excelled in shooting which they so vesd in flight that they more endamaged their foes thereby then by any handy conflict and yet defended themselues also Of which Iustine lib. 41. Fugam sepe simulant vt incautiores aduersus vulnera insequentes habeant paulo post Plerumque in ipso ardore certamini praelia deserunt paulo post pugnam fugam repetunt cum maximè vicisse te putes tunc tibi discrimen subeundum est
the soueraigntie to thee Thou leauest things full made thou seekest new to make To search about for Lands vnfound Land found thou doest forsake But graunt the land thou finde to thee who will it giue Why will the soyle to straungers yeeld whereon themselues do liue Thou must an other Loue An other Dido finde And which againe thou maist vndo An other promise binde When wilt thou into forme a Towne like Carthage bring And from thy Pallace top behold thy subiects as their King If all things else succeed and nothing crosse thy minde What place will euer yeeld to thee a wife to thee so kinde For I like waxen torch in Sulphur rold do burne Each day each night Aeneas makes vnto my thoughts returne Vnthankfull he indeed And deafe to what I giue And such as were I not a foole I would without him liue Yet though his thoughts be ill I hate him not therefore Complaine I do of his vntroath complaining Loue therefore Thy daughter Venus spare thy brother hard embrace O brother Loue within thy Campe point him a Souldiers place Or me who first began for Loue I not disdaine Let him but onely subiect yeeld to this my carefull paine But ah I am beguilde his bostes are bosted lyes Of mothers line from mothers kinde in all his course he flyes Thee some vnwieldie stone or Rockey Mountaines bred Or oakes which on high rocks do grow or beasts by Rauen fed Or Sea with windes turmoild as now thou seest it sho Yet thitherward art ready bent in spight of waues to go What mean'st thou winter le ts let winters suite preuaile See with what force the Easterne blasts the rolling waues assaile Since windes and waters do then thou more iustice showe Let me what more to thee I would to winde and waters owe. I am not so much worth which sure thou dost not thinke That while on Seas from me thou flyest thy selfe in Seas shouldst shrinke Thou precious hatred bear'st and pearst exceeding hie If so thou mayst of me be rid thou count it cheape to die The windes their windie force anon will lay aside And Triton will with Azure steeds On leueld waters glide Now would the gods as they so thou couldst chaunged be Thou wilt vnles thy hardnesse do far passe the hardest tree What if of furious Seas the force thou didst not know Which tride so oft and found so ill yet still to sea wilt go And though they serue at will when thou dost Anchors way Yet in so long a voyage chaunce no fewe mischaunces may And sure to crosse the Seas small fruite faith-breakers gaine That place on false deceiuers doth inflict their falshoods paine But most when Loue is wrongd for why of Loue the Dame First naked out of watrie waues about Cythera came Least hurt who hurteth me vndone vndo I shall I feare and least by wrack on seas In seas my foes shall fall Liue so I better shall then thee by death destroy Thou of my death not I of thine the Title shall enioy Suppose a whirlwinde swift God make these words but winde Catch thee vnwares what courage thē what thoughts will passe thy minde Loe straight with falshood fraught thy periur'd tongue appeares And Dido driuen by Troians guile of life to short her yeares Of thy betraied wife will stand before thy sight The Image sad disheneiled with bleeding wounds bedight Let come then wilt thou say I haue deseru'd this all And bent at thee thou wilt suppose what euer lightnings fall Both seas and thou do rage let both and breathing take This small delay no small reward thy Iourney safe shall make For thee my care is least thy childe let spared be Thou hast the glory of my death sufficient that for thee What hath thy little sonne what hath thy gods deseru'd That them the waters swallow should from fyers force preseru'd But false thou hast no such as me thy brags haue told Nor euer didst on shoulders lift thy gods and father old Thou lyest in this and all thy tongue his guilefull part Begins not first on me to play nor I first feele the smart Aske where the mother is of faire Iulus gone Her stonie husband her forsooke and so she died alone It pittied me to heare which iust recompence For me had bene but that such paine is lesse then mine offence That thee thy gods condemne my heart doth me assure Who seuen yeares now on land on seas such tossing doest endure I thee by wrack vpthrow'n in harbour sure did saue And scarcely hauing heard thy name to thee my Kingdome gaue O would with these good turnes I me content had found And that in famous fame of mine were buried deepe in ground That day my woe was wrought when vnder stooping bower Of mossie denne we met alone compeld by sodaine shower Some howling sounds I heard the Nymphs I thought did so They Furyes were who in that sort foretold my fatall woe Chast Law of shamefast Loue reuenge on me this blame Ill to Sicheus kept to whom aye me I go with shame Whose sacred Image I in marble Chappell keepe With leauie branches hid from sight and wooll of whitest sheepe Hence thrice I heard me cald I knew his well knowne voyce Himselfe thrice sayd Come Dido Come with softly wispring noyse I come without delay which once was onely thine Yet me the more to linger makes this shamefull fact of mine But pardon thou my fault whose deed might well deceaue To others he in mine offence the lesse offence doth leaue His mother heauens Impe his sire a godly lode Vnto his sonne by reason bred sure hope of his abode If needs I must haue er'd mine error had good ground Put faith in him he no way els vnworthy shall be found My faults to end persist as they at first begun And their vnluckie spindels still in one like tenor run My husband fell to ground before the Altars slaine My brother of that wicked act doth reape the wicked gaine My selfe exild his graue and countrey both forsake And forced am by foe pursude vneasie wayes to take I land on land vnknowne escapt from foe and waue And bought the shore which freely yet to thee false wretch I gaue A Towne I built whose wals far out extended lie Prouoking places neere about maligning to enuie Wars grow poore stranger I and woman vext with warres Scarse know how armour to prouide and strength my gate with barres When thousands to me su'de now all against me come Grieu'd that before their beds I haue preferd I know not whom Why stick'st to yeeld me bownd into Hiarbas hands I will not sticke to yeeld mine armes to bide thy wicked bands A brother eke I haue who wicked hands anew Imbrewed first in husbands blood would faine in mine imbrew Lay downe thy sacred Gods whom touching dost pollute Vnseemly with vngodly hands doth godly worship sute If they from fire escapt that thou mightst them adore That euer they escapt
not my sonne of fatall Lands bereaue And now of Gods the fatall Messenger From Ioue himselfe they both my witnesse be Hath message brought I saw the god most cleere I plainely heard what words he spake to me Leaue then with plaints to set vs both on fier Constraind I go not with wine owne desier And what wight can necessitie resist Whose Iron bands both men and gods enchaine What she hath spun who striueth to vntwist Or sencelesse is or pleasure takes in paine The sturdie tree holds not his foote so fast As lythie Reed that bends to euery blast Who euer saw those which of Neptunes land The waued soyle with yoked Ores to plow With top and top against the storme to stand Which Aol's youth with blustring breath doth blow They rather yeeld vnto his windie will Then choose their liues in bootlesse strife to spill And is it then my life I hold so deare That life to hold I Dido would forgoe Or is it death that I so much do feare That death to flye I would procure her woe Then Gods me graunt a liuing death to leade In greefe in shame still dying neuer dead But care of my succeeding progenie To whom by fates forepointed is their place To whom by heauens of earthly Monarchie The crowne to weare foregraunted is the grace This care I say with care for to fulfill The gods behest reuersed hath my will And honors selfe which long a sleepe hath laine Rockt in Loues cradle now awaked new Cries on vs both and shall he crie in vaine To leaue him quite or yeeld him seruice dew You hitherto haue euer famous beene Forget not now what fame becomes a Queene And me whom men perhaps vnworthy call The godly wight and second vnto none In Pietie from pietie to fall Were fouler blot then any other one Admit O Queene that I by thee be staid By wandring Fame what will of both be said Loe here the man that out of Troy burn'd Preseru'd his gods now quite by him contemn'd Lo here whose chaste affection cleane is turn'd To lawlesse lust late by her selfe condemn'd He leaud she light he wicked she vnwise This fame to earth this earth will blaze to skies You know that Monsters many eyes and eares Listning and prying still to heare and see Her tongues and wings which infinite she beares As lying oft so flying alwayes be Of Peeres and Princes euer speaking worst It is her kind she was by enuie nurst You thoughtlesse sit within your Princely bower Or minding only loue or liues delight Your fame meanetime like tender springtide flower The busie blasts of bitter tongues do bite Each deed each word yea countenance and thought Of simplest sort are vnder censure brought It is our fate if not our fault it be Which highest mounted set on Fortunes wheele With our owne sense we neither heare nor see Which makes vs pinched long before we feele For foes are pleas'd and would it not amend And friends are grieu'd yet dare not vs offend Go then Aeneas honor bids thee goe Honour vnto whose yoke the freest necks are thrall For her sake fly if wilt not for thine owne Though what herein befals to both befall Protesting still that no mislike or hate Mou'd thee to go but force of cruell fate For were but Dido halfe so finely formd VVere Didos eyes but halfe so beamie Ieate VVere Didos face but such as might be scornd Her Country poore her Towne a simple seate Yet hauing there such louing kindnesse found VVhat flinty breast to loue would not be bound Much more in me kind hearted Venus child Not by the lame Smith but her lustie Loue My blinded brother might his bower build VVhere so great helps encourage him to proue Her forme her face her eyes her seate her soyle Disdaining match so farre from taking foyle I both Oenone and the Spartan Queene I courtly Dames and Nymphs of woods and wels I haue Chryseis Bryseis seene Yea Venus selfe in whom perfection dwels But if some god to chuse would me assigne I all would prayse but Dido should be mine But hard 's my choise when there the thundering Iove destruction threatens if I disobay And here my friendly foe heart-pursuing Loue By all his powers coniures my mind to stay Alas ye gods your discord lay aside I am but one and cannot go and bide Or Ioue frame thou my destinies anew Allot to others fertile 〈◊〉 Or rather Loue at once bid both adew And both restore to former libertie By reasons rule the younger and the child Should to the elder and the father yeild But thou madde dogge whose reason lies in rage Who no rule els but retchlesnes doth know Nor reuerence bearest to thy fathers age Nor from thy brother canst abstaine thy blow And least for that fault might with thee be found By onely vs thou didst thy mother wound But not to loue nor any els that dwell In starrie house I for my selfe would speake Let gods let men let ghosts of gastly hell Their wrath on me with all their mallice wreake Let me be tost as erst with wracke on seas With warre on land nor here nor there in ease Let all that els can mind or body grieue Grieue without meane my body and my mind Only to thee that only didst relieue My woes and wants let me not proue vnkind But thankfull still that fame may so relate Me thankful still but stil â—fortunate For where the Seas before mine eyes thou set With other daungers likely to ensue And how I will an other Dido get Alas I meane no getting of a new My head is busied more a thousand fold How since I must I may forgo the old And who hath past as I the stormes of fire Which crazie towers threw topsie turuie downe Will litle care though winters stormie Ire With swelling face makes Tethis face to frowne In sum I can all paine with patience take But not ô Queene with patience thee forsake Not that I doubt least proud Hyarbas power Shall able be to make my Dido thrall Carthage is strong with many a mightie tower With broad deepe ditch vauntgarding stately wall This may and will thee from the Tyrant rid Thee from thy selfe ô Gods the luck forbid Where Loue with losse Impatient meetes with Ire Shame calls in sorrow hatred brings disdaine And all in one do oftentimes conspire To kill the Patient so to cure the paine Which done for shame away each other slides But shame as shamelesse euermore abides Far better read sometimes a Wizard old How of lost Loue to ease the curelesse wound When Paris left her to honour told Wherein she said she greatest comfort found Her hearbs and charmes eased not so her hart As these plaine precepts of his homely Art He bad her banish both from sight and minde All Monuments but chiefly from her sight VVhich he departing thence did leaue behinde As pictures garments armes and all that might His absent person to remembrance bring For loue of sight sight doth from obiect spring Refraine qd he from comming in the place VVhich hath bene priuie to your sweetest ioyes Neuer record or euer with disgrace His words and deeds but cause of your annoyes Deem him them and when you think him on Thinke what cause had the Traitor to be gon But yet at first in no sort seeke to swage These eager torments of heart-breaking griefe But whiles Rage runneth yeeld to running rage Till time takes truce and respit brings reliefe For mightie beasts and mightie passions both By following tam'd by stop are made more worth Obserue thou must as diet to this cure That Idlenesse and loanlinesse thou flie That vertuous accounts still thou haue in vre And sort your selfe with fitting companie For Loue erects in idle breasts his throne And like a Monach loues to sit alone Thus much and more the good old man did teach That Ida Nymph in that forsaken state As he was hers so let him be your leach Since vnto me all praiers comes too late Religion Honour Destinies decree Three by poore one how can resisted bee Tout Seule FINIS Appollinem medecine Poëseâ—s Deus invocat
Rocks do speede Their empty dugs for their young kids to fill Attend the musick of the Shepheards Reede How his true Curre awaites to do his will O how the woods resound on euery part Of kyne that still bewaile their Calues depart 48. How swarmes of Bees from bitter smoke do fly Easing the crooked Pillers of their neast How Autumne yeeldeth fruites aboundantly And Sommer welcomes Ceres to his feast The Spring with flowers guilds the pleasant field And Winters Frost with fier we beguilde 49. The Husbandman in time conuenient Gathers his Grape thence draws pleasant Wine The Gardner hath his slips in order bent Refines the earth and plots it with his line Euen thou maist plant and graffe and set sowe Cause water many miles through pipes to flowe 50. Is it fit time to graffe make then one Tree Adopt an other and preserue his life There let him stand still couered and still free From th' iniuries of time and weathers strife Thy minde thus busied with this pleasant care Loue disappointed from thee flyeth faire 51. Or giue thy minde to Huntings sweet delight For stately Dian that pursues in chase And conquers each vntamed beast in fight Giues Venus still foule ouer throwes and base Follow the fearefull hart with skilfull hound Or with thy net encompasse him around 52. Adde diuers terrors to the flying hart And with thy Speare transfixe the cruell Bore So thou all wearie at the dayes depart Shalt soundly sleepe till Sun the day restore No idle thoughts shall rule thy fantasie Nor pleasing dreame thy weaker sense shall trie 53. More gentle is that pleasant exercise To fowle with shaft or closely hidden Net Nor do these sports of lesse reward dispise For also they do Cupids treason let Or hide thy compast Hooke with pleasing baite Deceiuing Fish that do for foode awaite 54. With these and other such still feed thy minde For by thy selfe thy selfe must be deceiu'd Till thoughts of loue quite vanquished thou finde Thou onely let me herein be beliud Though deerest loue implore thee still to stay Absent thy selfe by iorneyes euery day 55. I know the sweet remembrance of thy loue Which newly thou forsak'st wil cause thee weepe And stay thy foote that it no step remoue Altring the purpose which thou mindst to keepe But by how much thou shalt desire to stay So much the faster see thou spurre away 56. Be patient and learne by dayly vse To suffer these afflictions of sicke mindes Wish not for rayne fit matter of excuse Or Sabboths that from iorneyes doe vs binde Nor Allium that most vnlucky thing Which euermore with it mischance doth bring 57. Thinke not how many thousands thou hast past But looke how many miles do yet remaine Nor with delay study the time to waste To stay neere home do no occasion finde Number thou not the dayes the weekes the houres Nor look thou back vnto thine home-bred bowers 58. But fly forth still and with the Parthian fight Who findes best safety in retyring still Some one will call my precepts hard and right He sayes yea I subscribe vnto his will But for to keepe our health in perfect state Much must we suffer of a desperate fate 59. Oft haue I tasted Sirups of sharpe touch Against my will to cure my maladie But when my appetite desired much All sorts of meates they did to me deny To free thy body from disease and paine Both sword and fire what not wilt thou daine 60. If that in greatest thirst and moistures lacke Thou must not touch one drop of shewring raine Then to redeeme thy minde from sorrowes wracke Wilt thou refuse to suffer any paine Sith it so far exceeds this humane mold Of base borne flesh vnto corruption sold 61. But yet the hardest entrance of our Art And greatest labour that furmounts the rest Is to endure and beare the first times smart Behold how hard it is to make th'young beast First brooke the yoke or back an vntam'd lade And yet in time they are most gentle made 62. But thou art loath to leaue thy Countries bound Thy fathers cottage and his dwelling place Yet shalt thou go beyond thy natiue ground Though to returne thou turnest still thy face Thou faignest faire excuse not Countries lack But thy faire Mistresse Loue doth call thee back 63. Well being past great comfort to thy minde Thy iourney fellowes and strange fields will bring Yet thinke not this sufficient but beware Least thou returne ere Loue hath tane her wing Still absent be and still vnknowne paths tread Till euery sparke of Loue lie cold and dead 64. For if thou do returne cur'd but in part Loue will againe renew his ciuill warre And euery day will still augment thy smart Sith thou returnest to thy griefe from farre But let him eate the hearbs of Thessalie That Magicke thinkes will cure his Maladie 65. Yet auncient is that damned Socerie But wise Appollo Poets chiefest guide Doth point vs out for better meanes to trie And certaine helpes on which we must abide Then by my will no Magicke shal be vsde No charming verse which many haue abusde 66. No ghost shal be commaunded to arise Out of the graue where it should sleepe in rest No witch whose lims by age growen weatherwise Shall cause the earth rend open her wide brest Corne shall not shift from field to field at all Nor shall the Sun growe dim or wax â—â—d pall 67. As erst it did shall Romes faire Riuer pay He wonted tribute to the Midland Sea And stil shall Phoebe course her wonted way Drawne by her milkwhite steeds that swiftest be No Wisard reading backward shall vncharme Or liuing Sulphure driue away Loues harme 68. What remedy did Phasis flowers yeeld Circe when thou wouldst not from Cholcos god What helpt the weedes of all the Persian field When as the windes Vlisses sayles did blow Each guile thou did'st attempt to make him stay A blast of winde yet wasted him away 69. Yea thou did'st practise through thy deepest arte To quench those flames that did molest thy minde Yet did they euermore procure thy smart And vnto deeper sorow did thee binde Thou that could'st change men into diuers kinde Could'st not reuerse the passions of thy minde 70. And when he would depart thou thought'st to stay Him with sweet wordes with which thou fild'st his eare I cannot hope thou said'st but humbly pray To make me your sole spouse which much I feare Yet am I worthy it though that thou skorne Daughter to Phoebus of a goddesse borne 71. O yet delay thy iorney some small space Short stay for great requitall I require With fauour may I aske a smaller grace See how the Sea contraries thy desire With troubled Billowes which should cause thee feare Stay then for winde that will thee safely beare 72. What cause hast thou to hasten thus thy flight Here stands no aduerse Troy to trouble thee No foe to call thee forth to