Go gather Scilla that will purge thy brain L. Morson I nettle him I vex him more Swain thou art Mad go gather Helebore C. With milk Himera and let Crathis slow With purple Wine let Figgs on Brambles grow L. Let Sybaris roul Hony every Urn My Servant dips with flowing Combs return C. My Goats eat Thyme on Figgs they freely brouze They walk on Flaggs and ly on tender Boughs L. My Sheep eat Parsly thro the fields they stray They crop sweet flowers and Dazies all the day C. I love not Alcipp She I hop'd would prove More kind when I presented Her a Dove She did not clasp and kiss and call me Love L. I love Eumedes much I gave my Pipe How sweet a kiss he gave ah charming Lip C. Thou art contentious Lacon end thy strains Pyes should not strive with Thrushes Owls with Swans Morson End Shepherd end thy strains and dye for shame For Morson says Comatas wins the Lamb Go offer to the Muse and send a Peice To Morson for He claims it as his fees Comatas I will by Pan my Goats all leap for joy And I 'le frisk too I 'le leap into the Sky I 'le toot at Lacon I have won the Lamb Go foolish Shepherd pine and dye for shame Frisk Goats and leap in Sybaris purling spring I 'le wash you all and all the while I 'le sing Push not the Kids you Goat till I have done The Sacrifice if you dare push but one Thou shalt how now well thou shallt smart for this Or may Comatas He that wan the prize Forget his Pipe and loose his flock be poor And basely beg his bread at Laco's door Idyllium VI. Damaetas and Daphnis meeting at noon sing Daphnis applies his Song to Polyphemus who was in Love with Galataea and Damaetas in his Person answers To Thomas Wyndham of Lincolns Inn Esquire DAmaetas and the Herdsman Daphnis drove Their flocks to feed and took one shady grove The one was bearded of a charming grace The other young Down cloath'd his lovely face They sate and wanton'd by a purling spring I' th Middays heat and thus began to sing The lowing Herds lay round and quencht their thirst First Daphnis sang for He had challeng'd first Daphnis Fair Galataea from the smiling deep With Apples Polyphemus pelts thy Sheep See from the shore they all with hast remove And says a Goatherd's an unskilful Love But you poor wretch ah wretch ne're view the Maid But sit and pipe and call to floods for aid See there again see how she pelts thy Spock The faithful Dog that keeps thy wandring flock Hah how he barks and in a wild amaze Looks o're the flood and whilst by shores he strays His shadow in the quiet water plays Ah! call him back lest when the Maid appears He rushes on and her fair limbs he tears But there she wantons she the charming fair As Down of thistles in the Summer Air And driven still by an unlucky fate Flies those that love and follows those that hate Her ways are foolish and in vain she trys But Polyphem mean things do oft surprize For Love is Magick and deceives the Eys Damaetas And next Damaetas sang I chanc't to look By Pan I did whilst she did pelt my flock She could not scape this Eye this single one By which I see and will till Life is gone Tho Tellemus foretells strange ills to come Oh let him take and keep his ills at home And for his Children treasure up the Doom But straightways I to raise her flame the more Seem not to see her trace the yielding shore But can pretend I court another Miss Then how she frets Good God! and how she dys Oh with what eager hast she leaves the waves My Folds she searches and looks o're my Caves Besides my Dog He is at my command Shall bark at her and gently bite her hand For whilst she was my Love the only she He fawn'd and laid his head upon her knee This if I practise long shee 'l strive to move And send a Message to declare her Love But I will shut my door and scorn to heed Unless she swears that she will grant her bed For I 'me not ugly for last night I stood And view'd my Figure in a quiet stood Let men say what they will my face is fair My Beard is fine I 'me sure and neat my hair And this one Eye in my Opinion rare I have a set of Teeth a finer white No Parian Marble boasts a lovely sight But lest she charm me I have murmur'd thrice Spit thrice for old Cotytto taught me this She that of late in rich Hyppocoon's room Sate mids't the Reapers and sang Harvest home Thus sang Damaetas and with eager joy Young Daphnis kisst and claps't the lovely Boy I gave them gifts that suited with their youth A Pipe and Flute and so I pleas'd them both The jocund Heifers wanton'd o're the fields Whilst both unconquer'd stand and neither yields Idyllium VII Theocritus was entertain'd by Phrasidamus and Antigones Licop's Sons and invited into the Country to a feast they then kept As He was going He meets Lycidas the Cretan and each sings of his Love To Mr. Tho Curganven Now Ceres feast was come the Corn was grown When I and dear Eumedes left the Town Amyntas made a third we all design'd To pay a visit to a special friend Rich Licop's Son for then He kept the feast And kindly bad me be a welcome guest Rich Lycop's Son the glory of the Plains For generous blood runs thro his noble veins From Chalco down it came the brave the bold And gather'd still fresh honors as it roll'd From Chalco down That He by whose command The Bourian spring o' reflows the fruitful Land Around it Dazies grow and all above Tall Poplars spread and make a shady Grove Scarce had we gone thro half the neighbouring Plain By Brasil's Tomb we met a museing Swain His name was Lycidas the gay the young A Cretan born and fam'd for Rural Song Soon as we saw him He by all was known To be a Goatherd for He lookt like one For o're his shoulders hairy skins were spread They smelt as newly tand or newly flead A tatter'd Mantle o're his breast was cast And ty'd with an old girdle to his wast His right hand with a knotty Crab was fill'd He lookt on me and as he lookt he smil'd Gay vigorous sweet and in the pride of youth And as he spake a smile sat on his mouth Where Smichidas where now at burning Noon What urgent business makes Thee leave the Town Whilst bleating flocks do seek the shades and cool And every Lizzard creeps into his hole What feast invites or now I view your dress Who treads his Grapes and calls you to the press Hark how at every step you walk so fast The Stones resound and tell you are in hast And I reply'd dear glory of the Plains How great how just a praise
midst my wondrous Song Shall blisters rise and gall my boasting tongue The Hawks to Hawks are friends to Ews the Ews To Larks the Larks are friends to Me the Muse Oh may I hear them still The weary sleep The Spring the Ploughman shady Plains the sheep Smooth Streams and riseing flowers the labouring Bee Delight not half so much as Muses Me On whom they look and smile secure they prove Fam'd Circe's Cup nor fear the force of Love Idyllium X. Battus not reaping as fast as he was wont Milo asks him the reason Battus confesseth it was Love and sings a Song in praise of his Sweet-heart To my Chum Mr. Hody of Wadham Colledge Milo AH labouring Reaper Wretch what ails thee now Thou canst not reap as thou wert wont to do Nor yet so fast look He hath rais'd a Cock You lag as Sheep when prickt behind the flock What wilt Thou do poor wretch before t is Noon What wilt Thou do e're shady Night comes on Since e're one land is cut you fail so soon B. Ah Milo thou canst hold out all the day But I 'me grown weak ah peice of flinty clay Didst thou ne're wish for One that was away M. Not I for what have I that work for food To do with Love He is an Idle God Forget thy lazy thoughts soft cares remove B. Then Milo did you never wake for Love M. And may it never never break my sleep For Dogs once blooded always run at Sheep B. But I have lov'd these ten long days or more M. A wealthy Man enjoy thy fancy'd store I am and am contented to be poor B. Hence 't is that I 'me o'rerun with lazy ease My Field's neglected and my Ploughs displease M. But who thus wounds thee B. Moll the brisk the gay She sung our Song and was our Queen of May M. Faith rightly serv'd pursue thy vain delight How that old Fly shall clasp thee all the Night B. You flout not only Pluto's Eyes are lost But vexing Love's forbear rude Swain to boast M. I do not boast but lay thy handful down Throw by thy hook unbend thy gather'd frown And sing for you could sing thy slender fair T will ease thy labour and divert thy care Battus With me sweet Muse the slender Maid reherse For all looks fair that you adorn with Verse Bombyce charming Sun-burnt gastly thin You seem to many Eyes but Brown to mine The letter'd Daffadil and Vi'let's brown Yet those are chiefest Graces of a Crown The Goats their thyme the Woolves the Goats pursue The Crane the Plough and I am mad for you Oh had I Craesus store then both should shine Two golden Statues fixt in Venus Shrine Thy Hand should grace an Apple Harp or Rose And me a danceing garb and gawdy shows Bombyce charming oh wouldst Thou be kind How sweet thy voice but who can tell thy Mind Milo Hah we ne're knew the value of the Swain How well he Measures how he tunes his Strain Hah no more sense and yet thy beard so long But stay and hear the sweet Lytersa's Song O fruitful Ceres bless this thriving Crop Encrease and make it larger than our Hope Ye Reapers bind the Sheaves lest some should say Ah lazy drones they do'nt deserve their pay Or to the North your Cocks ye Reapers rear Or to the South those Winds encrease the Ear Ye Clowns that winnow never sleep at noon For then the Chaff is loose and quickly gone Reapers should rise with Larks and sleep when They To Roost retire but bear the heat all day Frogs Lives my boys are blest for midst their Pool They never want their Cup is always full Boyl Steward boyl them whole such pinching's mean You 'l cut your hand whilst you divide a Bean Such Songs should Reapers sing that toyl and sweat That work at Noon and bear the burning Heat But starveing Love should never vex thy head Such tales will bring Thee to a bit of bread Tales for thy Mother as She lies a bed Idyllium XI He writes to a Physitian and tells him that the Muses are the only Remedy for Love which he proves by the example of Polyphemus To Dr. Pitt of Wadham Colledge IN vain Learn'd Sir invain is all your Art There is no Physick for a wounded heart No Herb can ease no Salve the Pain remove There is no cure for the disease of Love Beside the Muses Those are soft and sweet And pleasing Medcines but are hard to get This Sir you know whose skill is next divine In Physick you the darling of the Nine Thus Polyphem found ease the gay the young He cured his rageing Passion by a Song No mean degree of Love his breast did fire He was all fury rage and wild desire This single passion did his mind controul And was the only business of his Soul Oft did his Sheep his former chief delight From Pastures fed return alone at night Whilst on the Sedgy shore the Cyclops lay And singing Galatea pin'd away From Morn till Night for Venus powerful Dart Had gall'd his Liver and had pierc't his heart And yet He found a cure on Rocks He stood And thus he sang as he lookt o're the stood Fair Maid and why dost thou thy Love despise More white than Curds and pleasing to my Eyes More soft than Lambs more wanton than a Steer Yet harsh as Grapes unripe and as severe You come when pleasing sleep hath seald my Eye When pleasing sleep unseals you quickly fly You fly with eager hast as fearful Lambs From ravening Woolves run bleating to their Dams I lov'd Thee Nymph I lov'd e're since you came To pluck our Flowers from thence I date my flame My Eye did then my feeble heart betray I know the minute of the fatal day My Mother led you and I show'd the way Then when I lookt and ever since I burn I must Love on despairing a return The cause of all thy hate dear Nymph I know One large wide Gap spreads cross my hairy Brow From Ear to Ear one Eye doth singly grace My Nose is flat and even to my face Yet I that ugly I whom you refuse Feed thousand Goats and milk ten thousand Ews These give me drink and Cheeses all the year See round my Cave my loaden Shelves appear And bend beneath the weighty heaps they bear Besides I live the joy of all the Plain No Cyclops can pretend so sweet a strain Thee Thee dear Nymph with Thee my self I sing Till Midnight's past and Morning spreads her Wing Ten Cubs I forc't them from an angry Bear Ten Does I keep and all to please my Dear Come live with Me and I sincerely vow That your condition shan't be worse than now Forsake the Ocean leave the angry Sea T is better sleeping in my Cave with Me There Lawrels grow and there black Ivy twines And blushing Clusters load the bended Vines There are cold streams which from the melting Snow Hot Aetna sends a drink divine
And yet for him the Moon her Skies forsook She scorn'd a Scepter and embrac't a Crook One Cave held both with him she reapt delight Came down lay by and kisst him all the night E'en Rhea mourns a Swain and mighty Jove Took Eagle's Wings and bore a Swain above A Swain this proud Eunica scorns alone Better than Venus Rhea or the Moon Venus the fault was yours you taught her pride May therefore thine thy Love be still deny'd May you endure an injur'd Lover's pain Ne're kiss thy Sweet ne're wanton o're the Plain But lye alone all night and wish in vain Idyllium XXI A discourse of two Fishermen upon a Dream To Mr. Tho. Dunstar of Wadham Colledge 'T IS Poverty dear Friend improves our Arts It teaches Wit and working thoughts imparts For Cares chace Sleep from his laborious head Who sweats to earn before he eats his bread If lazy slumbers o're his eyes do creep Streight noisy cares rush in and break his sleep Two good old Fishers slept their bed was Sedge Their Roof was Straw their Walls a rotten Hedge And round just by lay Baskets Hooks and Lines Their Wiers Sedgy Nets their Rods and Skins Drawn up on some old Plank a tatter'd Boat Their Pillow Straw their Rugg a ragged Coat Their Caps hung by upon a broken Oar These were there tackling and this all their store Not one small Pot upon their Shelf was laid All useless seem'd but what concern'd their trade Thus blest they liv'd and happy in content With their Companions Poverty and Want No neighbour near and every riseing tide Their Hovel reacht and shook its tottering side From midst of Heaven the Moon view'd all below When dreams of Labor wakt the sleeping two Each with his Thumb wip'd rest from off his Eyes And sang and cheer'd themselves with these replies A. They lye dear friend that say the night decays When Summer comes and Jove brings longer days For I have seen a thousand dreams to night Long tedious dreams and yet 't is far from light B. You blame the Summer but unjustly blame The Hours are still forc't on their pace the same But vexing Cares that in a buisy throng Disturb your head do make night seem so long A. Can you interpret Dreams Friend tell me true I 've dreamt fine things which I would tell to you For that will ease me and divert my Care As we our Fish so we our Dreams will share B. Then tell thy friend A. If you remember well We suppt too late and made a spareing meal On yonder shelving Rock methought I stood And stoopt intent upon the quiet flood I saw the Fish my Hook let gently down And shook my cheating Bait to draw them on A great one bit for Fish is still my Theme As Dogs of bones so I of fishes dream I strook and hung him fast I saw the Blood The weight was great I 'me sure it bent the Rod I strove to reach him for my Line was weak And faith I fear'd my bending Hook would break Dost prick me for he prickt I 'le grasp the more And so at last I drew my prey to shore A golden Fish I stood amaz'd and feard 'T was one of Neptune's own beloved herd Or one of Sea green Amphitrite's train A noble Fish the treasure of the Main I loos'd him gently and did stricktly look That no small grain stuck round the rugged Hook With Cords I drew him and devoutly swore That I would venture out to Sea no more But stay at home and make my self a King At this I wakt do you adjust the thing Pray tell me what you think for I 'me afraid That I am bound to keep the Oath I made B. Fear not my friend you did not swear for why You found no Fish a Vision 's but a lye And therefore go and draw the usual streams Seek real Fish noâ— starve with golden dreams Idyllium XXII A scorn'd Shepherd hangs himself the cruel fair is kill'd by the Statue of Cupid To Mr. Rily Painter to his Majesty AN Amorous Shepherd lov'd a charming Boy As fair thought could frame or wish enjoy Unlike his Soul illnatur'd and unkind An Angells body with a Fury's mind How great a God Love was He scorn'd to know How sharp his arrows and how strong his bow What rageing wounds he scatters here below In his address and talk fierce rude untame He gave no comfort to the Shepherd's flame No cherry Lips no Rose his Cheeks did dye No pleasing Fire did sparkle in his Eye Where eager thoughts with fainting Vertue strove No soft discourse nor Kiss to ease his Love But as a Lion on the Lybian Plain Looks on his Hunters he beheld the Swain His Lips still pouting and his Eyes unkind His Forehead too was rough as was his Mind His Colour gone and every pleasing Grace Beset by fury had forsook his face Yet midst his passion midst his frowns he mov'd As these were Charms He was the more belov'd But when or'e come he could endure no more He came and wept before the hated door He wept and pin'd he hung his sickly head The threshold kisst and thus at last he said Ah cruel fair and of a Tigress born Ah stony Boy compos'd of frowns and scorn Unworthy of love this Rope receive The last and wellcomst Present I can give I 'le never vex thee more I 'le cease to wo And whether you condem'd freely go Where certain Cures for Love as Stories tell Where dismal shades and dark Oblivion dwell Yet did I drink the whole forgetful Stream It would not drown my Love nor quench my flame Thy cruel doors I bid my last Adieu Know what will come and you shall find it true The Day is fair but quickly yields to shades The Lilly white but when 't is pluck it fades The Violet lovely but it withers soon Youths beauty charming but t is quickly gone The time shall come when you proud Boy shall prove The heat of Passion and the rage of Love Then shall thy Soul melt thro thy weeping Eye Whilst all shall smile and you unpitty'd dye Yet grant one kindness and I ask no more When you shall see me hanging at the door Do not go proudly by forbear to smile But stay sweet Boy and gaze and weep a while Then take me down and whilst some tears are shed Thy own soft garment o're my body spread And grant one Kiss one Kiss when I am dead Nere fear for you may safely grant me this â— shan't revive tho you could Love and Kiss Then dig a Grave there let my Love be laid And when you part say thrice my friend is dead Or else go farther on to please my Ghost And cry my best my dearest friend is lost And on my Monument inscribe this Rhime The witness of my Love and of thy Crime This Shepherd dy'd for Love stay Stranger here And weep and cry He lov'd a cruel fair This said he roll'd a Stone a
to perfection such were the Verses which heretofore the Italian Sheapards and Plough-men as Virgil says sported amongst themselves Italian Plough-men sprung from antient Troy Did sport unpolish't Rhymes Lucretius in his Fifth Book de Natura Rerum says that Sheapards were first taught by the rushing of soft Breezes amongst the Canes to blow their Reeds and so by degrees to put their Songs in tune For Whilst soft Evening Gales blew or'e the Plains And shook the sounding Reeds they taught the Swains And thus the Pipe was fram'd and tuneful Reed And whilst the Flocks did then securely feed The harmless Sheapards tun'd their Pipes to Love And Amaryllis name fill'd every Grove From all which t is very plain that Poetry began in those days when Sheapards took up their employment to this agrees Donatus in his Life of Virgil and Pontanus in his Fifth Book of Stars as appears by these Verses Here underneath a shade by purling Springs The Sheapards Dance whilst sweet Amyntas sings Thus first the new found Pipe was tun'd to Love And Plough-men taught their Sweet hearts to the Grove Thus the Fescennine jests when they sang harvest-home and then too the Grape-gatherers and Reapers Songs began an elegant example of which we have in the Tenth Idyllium of Theocritus From this birth as it were of Poetry Verse began to grow up to greater matters For from the common discourse of Plough-men and Sheapards first Comedy that Mistress of a private Life next Tragedy and then Epick Poetry which is lofty and Heroical arrose This Maximus Tyrius confirms in his Twenty first dissetation where he tells us that Plough-men just comeing from their work and scarce cleansed from the filth of their employment did use to flurt out some sudden and extempore Catches and from this beginning Plays were produc'd and the Stage erected Thus much concerning the Antiquity next of the Original of this sort About this Learned men cannot agree for who was the first Author is not sufficiently understood Donatus t is true tells us t is proper to the Golden Age and therefore must needs be the product of that happy time but who was the Author where what time it was first invented hath been a great Controversy and not yet sufficiently determined Epicharmus one of Pythagoras his School in his 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 mentions one Diomus a Sicilian who if we believe Athoenoeus was the first that wrote Pastorals those that fed Cattle had a peculiar kind of Poetry call'd Bucolicks of which Dotimus a Sicilian was inventer Diodorus Siculus 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 seems to make Daphnis the son of Mercury and a certain Nymph to be the Author and agreeable to this Theon an old Scholiast on Theocritus in his notes upon the first Idyllium mentioning Daphnis adds he was the Author of Bucolicks and Theocritus himself calls him the Muses Darling and to this Opinion of Diodorus Siculus Polydore Virgil readily assents Bâ—r Mnaseas of Patara in a discourse of his concâ—â—ning Europa speaks thus of a Son of Pan the God of Sheapards Panis Filium Bubulcum à quo Bucolice canere Now whether Mnaseas by that Bubulcum means only a Herds-man or one skilled in Bucolicks is uncertain but if Valla's judgment be good t is to be taken of the latter yet Aelian was of another mind for he boldly affirms that Stesichorus called Himeroeus was the first and in the same place adds that Daphnis the Son of Mercury was the first Subject of Bucolicks Some ascribe the Honor to Bacchus the President of the Nymphs Satyrs and the other Country Gods perhaps because he delighted in the Country and others attribute it to Apollo called Nomius the God of Sheapards and that he invented it then when he served Admetus in Thessaly and fed his Herds For t is likely he to recreate himself and pass away his time applied his mind to such Songs as were best suitable to his present condition Many think we owe it to Pan the God of Sheapards not a few to Diana that extreamly delighted in solitude and Woods and some say Mercury himself of all which whilst Grammarians prattle according to their usual custome they egregiously trifle they suffer themselves to be put upon by Fables and resign their judgment up to foolish pretentions but things and solid truth is that we seek after As about the Author so concerning the place of its Birth there is a great dispute some say Sparta others Peloponesus but most are for Sicily Valla the Placentine a curious searcher into Antiquity thinks this sort of Poetry first appearâ—d amongst the Lacedemonians for when the Persians had wasted allmost all Greece the Spartans say that they fot fear of the Barbarians fled into Caves and lurking holes and that the Country Youth then began to apply themselves in Songs to Diana Caryatis together with the Maids who midst their Songs offerd Flowers to the Goddess which custome containing somewhat of Religion was in those places a long time very scrupulously observed Diomedes the Grammarian in his treatise of Measures declares Sicily to be the Place for thus he says the Sicilian Sheapards in time of a great Pestilence began to invent new Ceremonies to appease incensed Diana whom afterward for affording her help and stopping the Plague they called 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 i. e. the Freer from their Miserys This grew into custom and the Sheapards used to meet in Companies to sing their deliverer Diana's praise and thâ—se afterwards passing into Italy weâ—e there namâ—d Bucoliastoe Pomponius Sabinus tells the story thus When the Hymns the Virgins us'd to sing in the Country to Diana were left off because by reason of the present Wars the Maidens were forc't to keep close within the Towns the Shepherds met and sang those kind of Songs which are now call'd Bucolicks to Diana to whom they could not give the usual worship by reason of the Wars But Donatus says that this kind of Verses was first sung to Diana by Orestes when he wandred about Italy after he fled from Scythia Taurica and had taken away the Image of the Goddess and hid it in a bundle of sticks whence she receiv'd the name of Pascelina or Phacelide 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 At whose Altar the very same Orestes was afterward expiated by his Sister Iphigenia But how can any one rely on such Fables when the inconsiderable Authors that propose them disagree so much amongst themselves Some are of Opinion that the Shepherds were wont in solem and set Songs about the Fields and Towns to celebrate the Goddess Pales and beg her to bless their flocks and fields with a plenteous encrease and that from hence the name and composure of Bucolicks continued Other prying ingenious Men make other conjectures as to this mazing Controversy thus Vossius delivers himself The Antients cannot be reconcil'd but I rather incline to their opinion who think Bucolicks were invented either by the Sicilians or Peloponesians for both those
There lives Adonis there the wondrous fair There feeds his Sheep shoots Beasts and hunts the Hare Pan raise my voice Pan move my learned tongue Begin sweet Muse begin the rural song Go now stout Diomed go soon pursue Go nose him now and boast my Arts o'rethrew Young Daphnis fight for I 'me a match for you Pan raise my voice Pan move my learned tongue Begin sweet Muse begin the rural song Ye Woolves ye Lions and ye Bores adieu For Daphnis walks no more in Woods with you Adieu fair Arethuse fair streams that swell Thro Thymbrian plains ye silver streams farewel Pan raise my voice Pan move my learned tongue Begin sweet Muse begin the rural song That Daphnis I that here my Oxen fed That here my Bulls and Cows to water led Pan raise my voice Pan move my learned tongue Begin sweet Muse begin the rural song Pan Pan where e're you keep your Sylvan court Whether on Lyce's tops the Satyrs sport Or wanton o're the high Menalian hill We beg Thee visit Sicily's fair Isle Leave Helick's Cliff from Licon's Tomb remove A Tomb to be admir'd by Gods above Pan raise my voice Pan move my learned tongue Begin sweet Muse begin the rural song Come mighty King come Pan and take my Pipe Well joyn'd with Wax and sitted to my Lip For now 't is useless grown Love stops my Breath I cannot Pipe but must be mute in death Pan raise my voice Pan move my learned tongue Begin sweet Muse begin the rural song On every Shrub and Thorn let Lillies smile Let Privet berries stain the Daffadil Let all things change the Pine tree's lofty head Let mellow Pears adorn since Daphni's dead Let Deer pursue the Dogs on everâ— bush Let Schreech-Owls sit and chatter with the Thrush Pan raise my voice no more Pan stop my tongue End Muses end end Muse the rural song This said He dy'd fair Venus rub'd the Swain And idly strove to bring him back again For cruel Fate had broken every thread And o're the Stygian Lake young Daphni fled The cruel waves enclos'd the lovely Boy The Nymphs delight and Muses chiefest joy Pan raise my voice no more Pan stop my tongue End Muses end end Muse the rural song Give me the Cup the promis'd Goat produce That I may milk and offer to my Muse Hail Muses hail all hail ye sacred Nine I 'le still improve and make my Song divine Goat-heard Dear Thyrsis O! may Hony drops distil And Hony Combs thy mouth dear Sheaperd fill It fits thy sweetness youth for Thyrsis sings More sweet than Insects bred in flowry springs Here take the Cup view it how rare the smell As sweet as washt in the Springs fragrant well Come Browning milk her Kids forbear to skip The Goat is wanton Kids and he may leap Idyllium II. Or the Inchantment Samoetha being forsaken by Delphis resolves to try the force of Charms to recover his affection applyes herself to the Moon as a powerful Goddess in both those matters and after she hath sent away her maid tells the story of her misfortune To GEORGE PITT Jun. Esquire MAid where 's my Lawrel Oh my rageing Soul Maid where 's the Potion fill the Bason full And crown the narrow brim with Purple wool That I might charm my false my perjur'd Swain And force him back into my arms again For Cruel he these Twelve long days hath fled And knows not whether I 'me alive or dead He hath not broke my Doors these Twelve long days Ah me perhaps his varying Love decays Or else he dotes upon another face I 'le run to morrow to the Fencing house And ask him what he means to use me thus But now I 'le charm him Moon shine brignt and clear To thee I will direct my secret prayer To Thee and Hecate whom Dogs do dread When stain'd with gore she stalks amidst the dead Hail frightful Hecate assist me still Make mine as great as fam'd Medea's skill Jynx restore my false my perjur'd Swain And force him back into my Arms again First burn the Flowr then strew the other on Strew it How where 's your sense and duty gone Base Thestylis and am I so forlorn And grown so low that I 'me become your scorn But strew the Salt and say in angry tones I scatter Delphids perjur'd Delphids bones Jynx restore my false my perjur'd Swain And force him back into my Arms again First Delphid injur'd me he rais'd my flame And now I burn this Bough in Delphids name As this doth blaze and break away in fume How soon it takes let Delphids Flesh consume Jynx restore my false my perjur'd Swain And force him back into my Arms again As this devoted Wax melts ore the Fire Let Mindian Delphy melt in warm desire And Venus as I whirl this brazen bowl Before my doors let perjur'd Delphid rowl Jynx restore my false my perjur'd Swain And force him back into my Arms again Now now I strow the Flowr Moon you can bow E'en Rhadamanth and all that 's fierce below Hark Thestilis our Dogs begin to howl The Goddess comes go beat the brazen bowl Jynx restore my false mâ— perjur'd Swain And force him back into my Arms again The Sea grows smooth and ease becalms my Wind But griefs still rage and toss my troubled mind I burn for Him for Him whose Arts betraid And wrought my shame for I 'me no more a maid Jynx restore my false my perjur'd Swain And force him back into my arms again Thrice thrice I pour and thrice repeat my charms What ever Boy or Maid now fills his arms Let dark oblivion spread o're Delphids mind As dark as that that once did Theseus blind When he at Naxos left his Love behind Hippomanes a Plant Arcadia bears This makes Steeds mad and this excites the Mares And Oh that I could see my Delphid come From th' Oyly Feneing House so raveing home Jynx restore my false my perjur'd Swain And force him back into my Arms again This piece from dear false Delphids garment torn I tear again and am resolv'd to burn Ah cruel Love ah most relentless God Why like a Leech still eager on his food Dost wound my heart and suck out all my blood Jynx restore my false my perjur'd Swain And force him back into my Aâ—ms again A Lizzard squeez'd shall make a powerful bowl To morrow strong to tame his stubborn Soul Now take these Poysons I 'le procure thee more And strew them at the Threshold of his door That door where violent Love hath fixt my mind Tho he regards not Cruel and Vnkind Strew them and spitting say in angry tones I scatter Delphids perjur'd Delphids bones Jynx restore my false my perjur'd Swain And force him back into my arms again Now I 'me alone shall I lament my state But where shall I begin what wrought my Fate Anaxo Eubul's daughter neatly drest Begd me to go and see Diana's feast
For fame had toâ—d Wild beasts must there be shown In solem pomp a Lioness was one Tell sacred Moon what first did raise thy flame And whence my Pain and whence my Passion came With Hers my Nurse did all her vows unite And bad me go for 't would be worth my â—ight So forc't and finely drest in Pomp and State I went attended by an evil Fate Tell Sacred Moon what first did raise my flame And whence my Pain and whence my Passion came Near Lyco's House break thro the yielding throng I saw my Delphis vigorous stout and young A Golden Down spread o re his youthful Chin His breast bright Moon was brighter far than thine For spread with glorious Oyl he lately came From noble Fenceing and from winning Fame Tell sacred Moon what first did raise my flame And whence my Pain and whence my Passion came Oh when I saw how did the sight surprize My Soul took Fire and sparkeld thro my eyes My Color chang'd regardless of the show I hasted home but came I know not how A burning feavour seiz'd my thoughtful head And Twelve long days and nights I kept my bed Tell sacred Moon what first did raise my flame And whence my Pain and whencâ— my Passion came My Rosy Color d'yd into a Pale My Eyes grew dim my hair began to fall Meer Skin and Bones I liv'd I breath'd and prayd And sought to every Cunning man for aid All charms were try'd and various Figures cast But ah no help and time did swiftly wast Tell sacred Moon what first did raise my flame And whence my Pain and whence my passion came At last I told my Maid the naked truth Go Thestilis have pitty on my youth Go find some cure to ease my rageing smart Young Delphid is the Tyrant of my Heart Go to the Fenceing House ther 's his delight For there he walks and there he loves to sit Tell sacred Moon what first did raise my flame And whence my Pain and whence my Passion came And if alone give him a gentle Nod And softly tell him that Samaetha wou'd Speak speak tho modest fear doth strike thee dumb Enjoy him here and beg him he would come She went she found and told him what I said He Gladly heard and eagerly obey'd But when he came how great was the surprize Chills shook my Soul and I grew cold as Ice Tell sacred Moon what first did raise my flame And whence my Pain and whence my Passion came Cold sweat slow'd down my Cheeks like driving rain And when I strove to speak I strove in vain No noise would come not such as lullâ—d in rest Young Infants murmur o're their mothers breast No sign of Life did thro my Limbs appear But I grew stiff stiff as this Gold I wear Tell sacred Moon what first did raise my flame And whence my Pain and whence my Passion came Then cruel he sate down he prest my bed His eyes were fixt and as he sate he said Samoetha you do me as far surpass As I Philistus when we ran the race Too quick for me in this your kind intent You did my hast tho not my wish prevent Tell sacred Moon what first did raise my flame And whence my Pain and whence my Passion came For I had come at night by Love t is true Unsent for I had come to wait on you With Apples in my Lap with Poplar crown'd With Ivy twin'd and Ribbonds neatly bound Tell sacred Moon what first did raise my flame And whence my Pain and whence my Passion came Where if admitted t' had been kindly done For I am thought the beauty of the Town And tho perhaps I wisht for greater bliss I would have been contented with a kiss But if deny'd or flam'd with dull delay Streight fire and force had come and broke a way Tell sacred Moon what first did raise my flame And whence my Pain and whence my Passion came But now to Venus my first thanks are due The next Samoetha must be paid to you To you Samoetha you whose gentle hand From raging fires secur'd the flaming brand And saved poor half-burnt Me for Love doth raise Fires fierce as those that in hot Aetna blaze Tell sacred Moon what first did raise my flame And whence my Pain and whence my Passion came Young tender Maids to unknown Madness drives And from warm Husbands Arms it forces Wives Thus He and heedless I believ'd too soon He prest My hand in His and laid me down On the soft bed when streight lock't Arm in Arm In strickt embraces both grew gently warm Our breath was hot and short we panting lay We look't we murmur'd and we dy'd away Our Cheeks did glow and fainting vertue strove At last it yielded to the force of Love But what need all this talk bright sacred Moon Both were well pleas'd and some strange thing was done And ever since we lov'd and liv'd at ease No sullen Minutes broke our Happiness Till â—oon this morning e're the Sun could rise And drive his Charriot thro the yielding Skies To fetch the Rosy Morn from waves below I heard the fatal news and knew my woe My Maids own Mother she that lives hard by An Honest Woman and she scorns to ly She came and askt me is your Delphid kind And have you firm posession of his Mind For I am sure but whether Maid or Boy I cannot tell he courts another joy For he drinks Healths and when those Healths are past He must be gone and goes away in hast Besides with Garlands all his Rooms are drest And he prepares as for a Marriage Feast This as as she walkt last night she chanc't to view And told it me and oh I fear 't is true For He was wont to come twice thrice a day He saw me still as he return'd from play But now since he was here twelve nights are past Am I forgotten am I left at last Whilst perjur'd he for other Beauty burns My Love I 'me sure deserv'd more kind returns But now I 'le Charm but if he scorns me still I 'le force him down to Hell by Fate I will Such powerful drugs a Witch did once impart She taught me such strange Charms such force of Art But now farewel bright Moon turn lovely Moon To Waves below and drive thy Charriot down Go lovely Moon and wake the sleepy Morn I 'le bear my trouble still as I have born Farewel and you attending Stars that wheel Round Nights black Axle-tree bright Stars farewel Idyllium III. The Goatherd He repines at the coyness of his Mistriss and ends in despair I go to Phyllis and on yonder Rock My Goats are fed and Tityrus keeps my flock Dear Tityrus watch and see the Goats be fed To morning Pastures Evening Waters led But ' ware the Lybian Ridgling's butting head Ah lovely Phyllis why so wondrous coy Why wo'nt you take me to the promis'd joy Why wo'nt you meet me now in yonder
commends thy strains Dear skilful Piper Fame does loudly tell That you the Reapers and the Swains excel I 'me glad on 't tho I think I pipe as well We go to Ceres feast this way we bend And make a visit to a special friend He keeps it now for she hath throng'd his floor And payes the early tributes of his store But since we walk one way since time perswades And we are far remov'd from gloomy shades Let 's Pipe and wanton as we walk along For we may please each other with a Song For I can sing and by our flattering Youth I 'me prais'd and call'd the charming Muses mouth They say I pipe the best and would deceive By praise but I 'me not easy to believe My Songs are mean my Pipe claims no repute Compar'd to Sceli's or Phileta's Flute They me and thus convince the flattering vogue As Locusts tunes excell the croaking Frog Thus I designdly then He smil'd and said What glories Smichidas adorn thy head Here take this Club this token of my Love 'T is justly thine thou care of mighty Jove I hate the Mason that to boast his skill Would raise a house to equal yonder hill And those that rival the Sicilian Swain I hate as much and think their hopes as vain But come let 's sing the Song I lately made My Goats fed round and wanton'd as I play'd See if you like it it hath pleas'd the Swains And sounds the best and newest of the Plains Kind breathing Gales to Mitylenian shores Shall wast my Agis Nymphs shall guide his Oars Tho rainy South-winds angry Waves do raise And rough Orion steps into the Seas Oh would he ease my pains give just returns And Love for Love for him the Goatherd burns Let Halcyons smooth the Seas the Storms allay And skim the floods before him all the way The Nymphs lov'd bird of all that haunt the flood Skim o're the Waves and dive for swimming food Let my dear Agis cut the angry Tide And reach his Port and there securely ride For then with Violets or with Roses crownd I 'le sport a Glass and see his Health go round I 'le tost my Beans to raise pall'd Appetite Make me drink on and lengthen the Delight Whilst strecht on Beds I 'le spend my easy hours And roul till I have lost my self in flowers Then to his Health I 'le sport a lusty Bowl And pour Dear Agis Love into my Soul Two Swains shall Pipe the best of all the youth And skillful Richards voice shall joyn with both How Herdsman Daphnis did for Xenea burn Trace o're the Woods complaining of her scorn How Groves and Echoes to his groans reply'd And smooth Himera murmur'd when He dy'd For He as Snow when Summer heats the Grove Of Aetna melted by the flame of Love And how when force weak Innocence opprest The Swain was shut alive into a Chest And how the labouring Bees in every Plain Forsook their flowers and buz'd about the Swain Because the Muse had fill'd his charming mouth With Nectar and preserv'd the pious youth Happy Comatas happy thou the blest And wondrous darling at the Muses feast Full twelve months nourisht by the labouring Bee Oh had I then been born and liv'd with Thee Then had I fed thy flock and heard thy Pipe Paid with a tune and hung upon thy Lip Whilst by a shady Tree or purling spring Divine Comatas thou shouldst sit and sing Thus He then I dear Swain whilst o're the hill I drove the Herds the Muse improv'd my skill Sweet tunes she taught which same hath rais'd above And bore on high to please the Ears of Jove But this is choicest which I 'le now produce To pleasure Thee Thou darling of the Muse Love sneez'd on Smichid for He Myrto loves As much as Goats the Spring or Swains the Groves Aratus too his dearest friend and joy His dear Aratus deeply loves the Boy And this sweet Acis knows the gay the young Acis a theme for great Apollo's Song He knows how dear Aratus loves he knows How great his flame and how his passion grows Pan green Homala's Guardian move the coy The soft Philinus and enflame the Boy Grown wanton gay and lavish of his Charms Uncall'd for let him fly into his Arms Ye smileing Loves fair Venus soft delight Like ruddy Apples pleasing to the sight Leave Bybli's fountain leave her purling streams That scorch the fields with her forbidden flames And shoot Philinus wound his stubborn mind Shoot for he hath no pitty for his friend Tho soft as Parsly tender as the Vine And oh that he would clasp his Arms in mine Mean while the weomen cry and shake their heads Ah! ah Philinus ah thy Beauty fades But dear Aratus let 's endure no more Forget our Love and fly the hated door And when the Cock calls forth the morning beams Let broaken slumbers mixt with frighful dreams Disturb his thoughts and by the neighbouring gate Ah! let him hang and none bewail the Fate Let us mind rest and let 's provide a charm To keep us safe and free from future harm Thes'e Songs we sung and with a cheerful smile His Crook he gave me to reward my skill Take it He said 't is mean yet do'nt refuse It is a pledge of friendship from a Muse This said we parted for invain we prest We could not force him to the promis'd feast There Lycop's son and all his friends around With sweet Amyntas sate with Roses crown'd We lay we wanton'd on a flowry bed Where fragrant Mastick and where Vines were spread And round us Poplars rais'd their shady head Just by a spring with pleasing Murmurs flow'd In every bush and thicket of the wood Sweet Insects sang and sighing Turtles coo'd The labouring Bees buz'd round the purling spring Their Hony gather'd and forgot their sting Sweet Summers choicest fruits and Autum's pride Pears by our head and Apples by our side Lay round in heaps and loaden Plums did stand With bending boughs to meet the reaching hand To please us more he pierc't a Cask of Wine T was four years old and from a noble Vine Castalian Nymphs ye Nymphs that still reside On steep Parnassus and command his pride Did e're old Chiron did he e're produce For great Alcides such rich Bowls of juice Did Polyphem the vast Sicilian Swain That darted mountains o're the frighted main Drink Wine like this did e're such Bowls advance His Love-sick thoughts and raise him to a dance As then you gladly mixt to every guest And poured on Cere's Altars at her feast Oh may she often fill the fruitful Plain And may I tread the Reeks and fix the Fan Whilst joyful she with smiles just thanks receives And holds in either hand full bending Sheaves Idyllium VIII Daphnis and Menalcas sing for a Wager a Goatherd is chosen Judge who determines Daphnis his Song to be the best To Richard Hicks of the Mid. T. Esquire THE Heardsman Daphnis walking o're the Plain
below There all things are by Nature form'd to please And who before all this would choose the Seas But grant that I 'me deform'd unseemly rough Yet I am rich and I have Wood enough A constant blazeing flame still heats my Cave Tho by this Eye the dearest thing I have I want no outward heat the fierce desire That burns my Breast is a sufficient fire Ah me unhappy me how Fate prevails Oh me Had I been born with sins and scales That I might dive to you cut thro the Deep And kiss your Hand if you refuse your Lip Then would I Lillies white and Roses bring And all the gawdy glories of the Spring With Poppies blushing leaves tho these do grow In Summers heat and those in frost and snow Well well Iâ—le learn to swim next nimble Oars That set a Seamen on our fruitful Shores Shall teach me how to dive that I may know What pleasure 't is you take in Waves below Come forth fair Nymph come forth and leave the main And as I now ne're mind thy home again But feed the Flocks with me or milk the Sheep Or run the Cheese and never mind the Deep My Mother's cross her just Complaints pursue For she ne're spoak of me kind things to you Alltho she knew my grief saw every day How much I wasted how I pin'd away I 'le tell to fright her that my head my thigh Are pain'd that she might grieve as well as I O Cyclops Cyclops are thy senses flown Is all thy former wit and vertue gone Go wreath thy Baskets cut the tender boughs To feed the Lambs and milk the burdned Cows Go mind thy Harvest work for that will prove Thy Wisdom greater than this whineing Love Take those that offer and the proud despise The willing Love and scorn the Maid that flies Come leave this fooling leave this dull despair Another Virgin thou shallt find as fair For many Maids invite me still to play And titter all as pleas'd when I obey Sure I am somewhat they my worth can see And I my self will now grow proud of Me ' Thus Polyphemus cur'd his strong disease His Songs tam'd Love and gave more certain ease Than if He had implor'd the Doctor 's skill And with just fees bought your unerring Bill Idyllium XII A Welcome to a Friend To Mr. Edward Eaton YOU come dear youth now three long days are gone You come But Lovers do grow old in one As much as Spring excells the Frost and Snow As much as Plums are sweeter than a Sloe As much as Ews are thicker fleec't than Lambs As much as Maids excel thrice marry'd Dames As much as Colts are nimbler than a Steer As much as Thrushes please the listning ear More than the meaner Songsters of the Air So much thy presence cheers behold I run As Travellers to the shade at burning Noon Oh may an equal flame our hearts engage And let us live in Songs thro future Age Two youths were once with mutual bands confin'd The one was generous and the other kind Their Love was equal those were golden Men When He that was belov'd did love agen Grant ye Immortal Powers grant mighty Jove Grant this once more encrease these bands of Love When future Ages shall in order flow Let some descend and tell my shade below Thy Love thy Lover's kindness Faith and Truth Are prais'd by All but chiefly by the youth But this I leave to Heaven's indulgent care For Heaven can grant or can reject my Prayer Yet Thee I 'le sing Thee sweet nor midst my Song Shall tell-tale Blisters rise and gall my Tongue The little pains you rais'd were kindly meant Your healing Love did all the smart prevent And I departed fraught with good content Brave Megarensians fam'd for nimble Oars May Peace flow in and plenty crown your Shores The Honors you bestow on Diocles That constant Friend and Lover claim no less At his fam'd Tomb each year the boys contend Which kisses softest which best loves his friend And He that kisses sweetest wins the praise And runs to his glad Mother crown'd with bays Happy the Man that must bestow the prize Thrice happy He that judges of the Kiss Fair Ganymed that makes the Thunderer bow Whose smiles can calm and smooth his angry brow Allay his fury and his rage command And stop his lightning in his lifted hand Had such a Lip or Fame hath often ly'd And Fame errs seldom on the better side That like a Touch-stone try'd the proffer'd joy And could discern true Gold from base alloy Idyllium XIII He writes to his friend a Physitian and tells him that Love conquers the greatest Heroes which He proves from the story of Hercules and Hylas To Mr. William Gould M.B. of Wadham Colledge LOve Love dear Friend what e're we think 't is true Was not design'd for only such as you Nor do the Charms of Beauty strike alone Us Mortals seen to day to morrow gone But Hercules that Son of mighty Jove That bore the Lion's fury stoopt to Love Tho rough his mind appear'd tho steel'd to joy He Hylas claspt and lov'd the charming Boy He taught him as a Father would a Son To vertuous actions still He led him on They never parted nor at noon nor night Nor when the Morn's white Horse dâ—aws forth the light Nor when the callow Birds ly down to rest And careful old Ones flutter o're the Nest That still instructing as He once began He might be wrought into a worthy Man But when stout Jason with the youths of Greece To Colchos sail'd their prize the Golden Fleece When he had gather'd all the Sons of fame That could assist the great Alcides came To fair Jolcos Argo's chiefest freight Young Hylas too the Ship scarce felt his weight She swift as Eagles ply'd her nimble Oars And safely scap't the rough Cyanean Shores Which us'd to meet and stave the Ships that past But now are fix't on firm foundations plac't When Summer came and when the tender Lambs Began to feed on Grass and leave their Dams The noble Hero's blest with Southern Gales Thro Hellespont did spread their swelling Sails Thro the Propontis they did swiftly row Where stout Cyanean Oxen wear the Plow And landing there as shady Night came on And call'd to eat they sate in order down Soft Turfs were rais'd and each possest his place The Plain was large and gave them Beds of Grass The charming Hylas quick as the command A brazen Vessel grac't his lovely hand Ran o're the Field to see what Springs afford And fetch some Fountain water for his Lord His Lord and Telamon his constant guest One Table always joyn'd them a feast Just by a murmuring Spring crept o're the ground The Banks with Vervine and with Parsly crownd Within the Nymphs the Ladies of the Plains The watchful Nymphs that dance and fright the Swains Eunica Malis and their chiefest grace Nicoea Spring still opens in her face This Hylas
mighty Stone Fate lent a hand behind and pusht it on High by the Wall on this he panting rose And ty'd and sitted well the fatal noose Then from the place on which before he stood He slipt and hung the Door 's unhappy load The Boy came forth and with a scornful Meine And smileing look beheld the tragick Scene Hang there said He but O how I despise So base so mean a Trophy of my Eyes The proudest Kings should fall by my disdain Too noble to be lost upon a Swain This said he turn'd and as he turn'd his head His Garments were polluted by the Dead Thence to the Plays and to the Baths did move The Bath was sacred to the God of Love For there he stood in comely Majesty Smiles on his Cheeks and softness in his Eye That part of th' Marble wrought into his Breast By Power divine was softer than the rest To show how Pitty did exactly suit With Love and was his darling Atribute The God leapt forth and dasht the Boy the Wound Let out his Soul and as it fled He groan'd Hail Lovers hail see here the scornful dyes A just and acceptable Sacrifice Be kind and Love for mutual Love return For see the God takes vengeance on my scorn Idyllium XXIII Hercules in his Cradle kills two Serpents which Juno sent to destroy him c. To Mr. William Latton of Wadham Colledge ALcides ten months old a vigorous Child Alcmena fed and laid him on a Shield The Shield from Pterilus Amphitryo won A great auspicious Cradle for his Son With younger Iphiclus of human race No part of him was drawn from Jove's embrace On either head her tender hands she laid And with a Mother's fondness thus she said Sleep sleep dear Children sleep be free from pain Rest well to night to morrow wake again This said she stopt and rockt the sounding Shield Iphiclus wept and young Alcides smil'd Sleep seiz'd on both Now Mid-night's shade came on The flying Bear in hast was tumbling down And broad Orion's Shoulder did appear With 's Sword as still pursueing of the Bear When wily Juno full of envious hate Drove on two dreadful Serpents to the Gate She forc't the Doors and shew'd the Open way Designing young Alcides For their prey Their Scaly trains roll'd o're the trembling floor Their fiery Eyes shot sulphurous flames before And from their Jaws dropt clods of Putrid gore When near they roll'd and did the Infants touch E'en Sleep it self streight fled at their approach The Children wak't and by Jove's order light Shot thro the gloomy darkness of the Night Iphiclus cry'd as soon as he beheld The Snakes twist round and gapeing o're the Shield He kickt the Cloaths and tost for flight prepar'd As if he meant to shun the Fate he fear'd But young Alcides stretcht his Infant hands And graspt the rolling Snakes with fatal bands He seiz'd their swelling throats where stor'd by Fate Their Poyson lies which e'en the Gods do hate In that Death dips her darts then takes her rounds And on frail Mortals scatters certain wounds Each twisted round the Babe a dreadful fold But still he graspt and took the firmer hold The Babe not wean'd as yet in Mind a Man He show'd his Race as soon as he began In 's Nurses Arms he ne're was heard to cry No tear e're dropt from his unwilling Eye At last tir'd out they both extended lay The Infants spoyl his first auspicious prey Alcmena's Ears first heard the tender crys She started first and said Amphytrio rise Rise rise thy aid a sudden danger calls Do'st hear how loud the younger Infant bawls Do'st see these Walls shine with unusual light For yet the Morning hath not chac't the Night There 's some strange thing there is Rise rise my Dear From Danger free thy Babes thy Wife from Fear She spake Amphitryo rose such hast he show'd As nimble Lightning from a breaking Cloud He snatcht his Sword which o're his valiant head Hung allways fastned to the Cedar bed A strong Belt held it tough and neatly made He graspt the Sheath and drew the flameing Blade When streight the light withdrew its wondrous rays In darkness left him and in wild amaze Still startled more Lights Slaves Slaves Lights he cryes Lights Slaves deep sleep sat heavy on their Eyes Lights Maids They heard and quick as the command A flameing Torch now shone in every hand They all rush in with troubled hast they come And buisy throngs streight fill the crouded Room But when they saw two Snakes twist round the Child They shreikt and wept the young Alcides smil'd Held out the Snakes pleas'd with the guilded sight Laught at his own success and their affright Disdain'd those Foes that with such ease He slew And at his Fathers feet the Monsters threw Half dead Iphiclus on her tender brest Alcmena clapt and lull'd him into rest The other Babe on Skins of slaughter'd sheep Amphitryo laid and then return'd to sleep When thrice the Cock had Crow'd to wake the Sun Alcmena starting from her Bed of Down Tiresias call'd from whom Truth always fell Scarce Phoebus knew the mind of Fate so well She told the tale and said thrice reverend Seer Explain the meaning I' me prepar'd to hear Nor yet to pleasure me conceal the doom Or bad or good what Fate hath wove must come Thus spake the Queen and thrice his reverend Head Tiresias shook and thus at last he said Hail mighty Queen the pride of Person 's blood Happy and Mother of a future God The time shall come as years bring round the days When Grecian Maids shall sing Alcmena's praise And as they weave or whirl their Spindle rouâ—d From every tongue Alcmena's name shall sound The Grecians goddess thou shalt grace a shrine So great thy Son shall be and so divine A generous Hero he shall mount on high The noblest burthen of the bending Sky To Him all Monsters and all Men must yield The Tyrant's Scourge and the Oppressed's Shield Twelve labors pass'd he shall the Skies enjoy When Oeta's flames have purg'd the base alloy Be call'd their Son in Law appease their Hate Who rais'd these Snakes and sent them to his Fate Then Woolves shall see young Fawns approach their Den And let them part unhurt and safe again So great a Scourge he shall to Monsters prove And shed such Influence from his Seat above But Queen observe and let a Pile be made Green Oaks and Ash and Birch in order laid Then cut these Snakes observe the time they came To eat the Babe and burn them o're the flame At morning peep soon quench the blazeing wood And scatter all the Ashes o're the flood And thence return but with a steddy pace Nor look behind on the polluted place Then let pure Brimstone purge the Rooms and bring Clear Fountain water from the sweetest Spring This mixt with Salt with blooming Olives crown'd Spread o're the Floor and purge polluted ground Then
kill a Bore to Jove that free from harms The Child may live and Victory crown his Arms. This said he bow'd and with a staggering gate For years oppress 't him reacht his Ivory Seat And now the Boy his Mother's pride was grown Like riseing Oaks and thought Amphitryo's Son In Letter's Linus did his Mind enlarge A generous Hero watchful of his charge Eumolpus tun'd his manly voice to sing And taught his hand to strike the tuneful string Eurytus famous for his vast Estate To draw the Bow and shoot as sure as Fate To Leap to Wrestle and to throw the Dart He learn't from fierce Autolycus's Art Sweet Herme's Son who when he fought his Foe None dar'd tho distant to behold his Brow Such frightful fierceness did in 's looks appear And shot thro the amaz'd Spectators fear To drive the Chariot and with steddy skill To turn and yet not break the bending Wheel Amphitryo kindly did instruct his Son Great in that Art for he himself had won Vast pretious prizes on the Argive Plains And still the Chariot which he drove remains For nought but eating Time could break his Reins To weild his Sword and to assault his Foe To use his Shield and shun the comeing blow To order Battles and to raise their force Close Ambush lay and lead the furious Horse Stout Castor taught when he from Argos fled Basely deserted by the force he led When Tydeus Arms the fatal Conquest won And forc't the weak Adrastus from his Throne Few of the Heroes equall'd him in Fight E're trembling Age had put strong Youth to flight Thus grew the Boy his Mother's care and pride His bed was rais'd by his great Father's side Spread with a Lion's Skin whose Jaws affright The weaker Youths but were this Boys delight When young he often would unsheath their Paws And use his tender Hands to break their Jaws And when one Tooth was broke with smiles would meet And cast his Trophies at his Mother's feet His food was roasted flesh his loaf was great As large as e'en a labouring Swain could eat A spareing Meal and unprepar'd at night His Cloaths were made for covering not delight Thus hardly bred the mighty Hero grew Well fitted for the wonders He must do Imperfect in the Greek Idyllium XXIV A Dialogue between Daphnis and a Shepherdess To Thomas Powel of Wadh. Col. Esquire D. PAris a Herdsman Helen stole t is said And she that kisst me is as fair a Maid S. Pride not thy self what empty thing 's a Kiss D. And yet that empty thing is full of Bliss S. I wash my mouth and thus thy Kiss disdain D. Dost wash my Dear then come let 's Kiss again S. Swain thou shouldst kiss thy Heifer not a Maid D. Don't scorn thy youth like dreams will quickly fade S. The Grape when dry grows Raisin and is priz'd Nor is the Rose tho wither'd soon despis'd D. Come to these Shades I 've tales ne're told before S. Once your sweet tongue deceiv'd I 'le trust no more D. Go with me to those Elms and here my Flute S. Go please thy self I hate so harsh a note D. Let fear of Venus anger seize thy mind S. A fig for Venus if Diana's kind D. Ah speak not thus lest she should fix her Chain The noose is strong and you may strive invain S. Ay let her do 't I live Diana's care And she shall quickly free me from her Snare Hands off Rude Swain I vow I 'le scratch forbear D. You must not scape no Maid e're scap't Loves stroke S. I 'le scape by Pan but thou shallt bear his Yoke D. To meaner Swains I fear you will be kind S. Many have woo'd none yet e're pleas'd my Mind D. And I am one that woo and would obtain S. What shall I do Marriage is full of pain D. Not grief and pain but Joy attends the Bed S. Sure I have heard that Wives their Husbands dread D. No no they rule for what should Weomen fear S. Child-birth is hard and I 'me afraid to bear D. No fear o're that thy own Diana reigns And gives a speedy ease to Mother's pains S. Yet I 'me affraid should many Births prevail My Beauty fades and then your Love may fail D. Yet should you bear fine Boys a Happy Wife How would you look into a future Life S. But come what Joynture Swain if I should yeild D. My Flocks my Herds my Woods and all my Field S. Swear then lest when enjoy'd you false should prove D. Never by Pan if you 'l consent to Love S. Will you a Bed a House and Meat provide D. All this shall be the Dowry of my Bride Look all these Flocks are mine I 'le still be true And promise you no more than I can do S. What shall I say when my old Friends shall blame D. They 'l like the Marriage when they hear my name S. Then tell thy name for names do often please D Daphnis my Father's joy and Mother's ease His name is Lycidas the noble Swain Her 's Neme once the Beauty of the Plain S. Thy race is noble but yet mine 's as good D. But no ways better for in yonder Wood Menalcas lives the Fountain of thy Blood S. Show me thy Grove and where thy Sheep-Coat lies D. These are my Trees look how my Cypress rise S. Feed Goats whilst I attend the Herdman's Love D. Feed Bulls I go to show the Maid my Grove S. Rude Swain what means your hand upon my breast D. The Cluster's ripe and sueing to be presst Those I must pluck oh with what Heat they move And how they rise at every touch of Love S. I quake pull out your hand rude Swain forbear D. Cheer up no harm how timerous is my Dear S. 'T is Dirty ah look there t will stain my Gown And tell my jealous friends what I have done D. I 'le spread my Jerkin 't is a scurvy place But â—'me content to pay for the embrace S. Forbear we shall be caught I hear a noise D. T is nought but Trees that murmur at our joys S. Youâ— tear my Coat ah me I am undone D. I 'le buy a larger and a better Gown S. You promise all things now but when enjoy'd What willt thou give Love's gone when Lust is cloy'd You will deceive you Men are all deceit And we so willing to believe the cheat D. O could I give my Soul what Oaths can do I le bind I must I cannot but be true S. I yeild forgive Diana O forgive I liv'd thy Votary but no more can live D. Pleas'd Ravisht O I 'le kill in yonder Grove A Steer to Venus and a Bull to Love S. I 'me Woman grown that was a Maid before D. A teeming Woman and a Maid no more Thus murmuring they did their soft Heats improve And went and knew the Mystery of Love She rose and smil'd and banisâ—t Modesty Regain'd her Seat and sate upon her Eye Yet secret Pleasure thro
her looks appear'd And joyful Daphnis went and fed his Herd Idyllium XXV A short account of the Death of Pentheus the Theban King whom his Mother and Aunts tore in Pieces for disturbing the Solemnities of Bacchus To Mr. Dring of Wadh. Col. I NO the fierce Autonoe and the fair Agau three Thyrsi to the Hills did bear In number Three they pluckt wild Oaks and Bays And in plain Fields did twelve green Altars raise With Ivy shaded and adorn'd with Vine Fair Semele had Three and Bacchus Nine Bacchus the Weomen's God and Mens delight These take at Day and those receive at Night From Baskets then those sacred gifts they made They gladly took and on the Altar laid Mysterious gifts to please the wondrous God And Honor him the way that he had show'd Young Pentheus lay in shady Hills conceal'd And from the Rock the wondrous rites beheld Autonoë spy'd him first and cry'd aloud See their the great Contemner of the God And out she ran and as she went o'rethrew The sacred rites which no profane must view She first grew mad then all the rest were fir'd Their Fury rose as High as Rage inspir'd Young Pentheus fled when he their madness view'd They tuckt their Coats and eagerly pursu'd He cry'd what mean the Weomen Oh forbear Wretch you shall feel they answerd e're you hear His Mother seiz'd and snatcht his Head away And roar'd as a fierce Tigress o're her prey Ino stampt on his Breast his Arm she tore And fierce Autonoe reekt with royal gore Others seiz'd other Limbs each snatcht a part And every hand reacht forward to his heart This done they shouted and ran madly down And bore the bloody Trophies to the Town Deserv'd Let none his Mighty Power offend Lest greater mischiefs and vast pains attend Let me be good Let me the just approve For this is pleasing and the care of Jove For Pious Fathers on their Sons derive Sure blessings which the Impious cannot give They live themselves still vext with sharp remorse And leave a long Hereditary Curse Hail Bacchus Hail whom snatcht from Destiny Great Jove secur'd and foster'd in his Thigh Hail Semele and all his Sisters hail Whose fame resounds thro every Grecian vale Their Act was just that did reward the Sin They showd the Votary and put off the Kin Take heed Profane by this Example showd For what the Gods inspire must needs be good Idyllium XXVI An advice to a Friend to be constant in his Love To Charles Viner of Wadham Colledge Esquire WIne Friend and Truth the Proverb says agree And now I 'me heated take this Truth from me The Secrets that lay deep and hid before Now rais'd by Wine swim up and bubble o're Then take this riseing Truth I ca'nt controul Thou dost not Love Me Youth with all thy Soul I know it for this half of Life I boast I have from you the other half is lost When e're you smile I rival Gods above Grown perfect and exalted by thy Love But when you frown and when dislike you show I sink to Hell more curst than all below Yet how can this with common sense agree To torture one that loves and dyes for Thee But Youth could my Advice thy thoughts engage Mine who have learn'd Experience by my Age The Counsell's good and when a numerous store Of Blessings Crown Thee Thou wilt praise me more On one Tree build one Nest and build it strong Where no fierce Snake can creep and seize thy young Now here you stand and suddenly are gone You leap from Bough to Bough and fix on none If any views thy Beauty and Commends You streight enroll him midst your antient friends Whilst all your old Acquaintance laid aside Dear youth this smells of Vanity and Pride Love One your Equal love whilst Life remains This pleases all and Commendation gains By this your Passion will but light appear Which conquers all and all are forc't to bear Love seizes all and doth all Minds controul It melts the stubborn temper of my Soul But O I must embrace Dear grant one Kiss And thus reward and practise my Advice Idyllium XXVII The Bore that kill'd Adonis is brought before Venus To William Kenrick of Wadham Colledge Esquire WHen Venus saw Adonis dead His Cheeks all pale and beauty fled His Hair grown stiff with clotted gore And now to be belov'd no more She bad her Cupids trace the Grove And bring the Bore that kill'd her Love They quick as the Command ran o're The Wood and found the hated Bore They seiz'd and bound strong Cords they twin'd Some drew before some drove behind One twirld his Tail to make him go Another lasht him with his Bow The fearful Beast went trembling on As conscious of the deed he done His hanging looks his guilt betray'd Of Venus Fury much affraid When come Her rage these words exprest Thou vilest Monster of a Beast Were these the cruel Tusks did tear Wast Thou the ruine of my Dear The Bore reply'd By thee thy Love By All that 's kind and apt to move By what I suffer by these chains And these that drive me to my pains I ne're had a design to kill Thy Fair it was against my Will But when I saw his naked Thigh As white as polisht Ivory How did my Flame and Fury rise How was I fir'd at the surprize At last unable to resist Ah me too furiously I kisst And this the Boys destruction brought And Love betray'd me to a fault These Tusks destroy and punish these The curst disturbers of thy ease For why should I have leave to prove These Tusks that have no use in Love Or if the crime demands no less These Lips I offer to appease These words so moveingly exprest Calm'd all the Fury of her Breast She soon forgave releast her Foe And bad her Cupids let him go But he ne're sought Woods again But staid attending on her train And to the Funeral Pile he came And burnt his Tusks in the devouring flame Idyllium XXVIII He presents a Distaff to Theeugnis his Friend Nicias his Wife To Mr. Charles Whiteing of Wadham Colledge DIstaff thou greatest gift on Man bestow'd By fair Minerva as the chiefest good Whom wise and thrifty Weomen still retain And raise their Husband's fortune by their pain Retire with me to Nileu's beauteous Town Where stately shrines grace Venus and her Son For thither Distaff I am now design'd And beg of mighty Jove a prosperous wind To be enjoy'd by and enjoy my Friend Nicias in whom the sweet tongu'd Graces rest Learning it self is seated in his Breast There thou of polisht Ivory fram'd shalt prove A grateful present to his dearest Love From thee shall all her Husband's Vests be spun From thee She 'l often draw a flowry Gown For Lambs do loose their Fleeces twice a year To fill her Baskets and be wrought by her So painful is Theeugnis what the wise And thrifty Matrons value She will prize Nor
would I send thee to an idle place Thou product of our Country and our grace For thou wert made where Walls stout Archias fram'd The Pride of Sicily for valour fam'd Now thou shalt visit him whose wondrous skill Can save the Men that Fate designs to kill Whose Herbs can soon restore a life when lost And by his Art bring back the flying Ghost That fair Theeugnis may by all be known To have the neatest Distaff in the Town And still of me her friend kind thoughts infuse Of me the chiefest Darling of the Muse There some shall see thee and these words repeat The present's small but yet the kindness great The Giver's Love doth little Gifts commend And every thing is valued from a Friend Idyllium XXIX Hercules going to Augias meets a Herdsman of whom he asks the usual questions which a Stranger makes and receives satisfaction and is afterward brought to the King and his Son Phyleus who were then in the Fields By those he is invited to the Town and in the way tells Phyleus how he had kill'd the Nemean Lion To Mr. Thomas Piggot of Wadham Colledge Imperfect in the Greek AND then the Herdsman from his labouring hand He threw his work thus answer'd his demand I 'le gladly tell what e're thy mind desires This Justice craves and Mercury requires For he of all the Gods resents it most When we deny a Stranger what is just Look Stranger all the numerous Herds around With which the Vales are fill'd and Hills are crown'd King Augias owns o're thousand Plains they spread In different Meads and various Pastures fed Some on the flowry Banks of Eli stray And some where smooth Alpheus eats his way Some midst the Vines in fair Boupraisium go Some here the Vallies tremble when they Low For each of these the King fair Stalls hath rear'd Tho numerous large and equal to the Herd And here fresh Grass still cloaths the fruitful Plain The Blades as soon as cropt arise again For Springs cut thro the Plain and feed the Grass All fit to fatten Oxen and increase Look on thy right hand far beyond the Flood The Stall appears between the shady Wood Next where wild Olives and high Planes do grow Apollo's shrine to whom the Herdsmen bow And own the greatest Deity below Next are the Farmer 's Stalls whose Labors bring Whole Streams of gain and much inrich the King For thrice they Plow thrice sow the teeming soil Which still invites and still rewards their toil Many large Vineyards plant his Vines they dress And sweaty Autum treads the flowing Press For all these Gardens Feilds and Plains around Till yonder watry Hills the compass bound King Augias owns and here all day we bear The Heat and Cold and urge the weighty share But Sir for I no common Aaid may prove What Buisness led you to this happy Grove Would you the King or any Servant See I can direct you you shall learn from Me For sure you seem if well I make your face Great in your self and noble in your race How brave you look and what a Port you bear So look the Sons of Gods when they appear This said he bow'd and Jove's stout Son reply'd Swain Generous free from Savageness or Pride I seek the King whom all these Realms obey Buisness with him first drew my Feet this way If midst his Subjects now he keeps the Town Divideing Justice from his equal Throne Give me a Swain to guide a Master Swain Who when I ask can answer me again For Man is made to be a help to Man Thus spake Alcides Thus the Swain reply'd Sir all the way some God your feet must guide So luckily things happen so conspire To please your Mind and answer your desire Last night King Augias and his valiant Son Young Phyleus left the hurry of the Town They came to spend some days midst peaceful Swains And view their wondrous riches on the Plains This Pains some Princes take they leave their ease For when they watch themselves their Stores encrease When with Heaven's Providence they joyn their own A double guard secures their safer Throne But come let 's go and both the Prince attend In yonder Stall He 'l love so great a Friend This said he hastned to conduct his guest His wonder still at every step encreast His Lions Skin vast Club his Mein and Face Still hightned still he wonder'd what he was Oft he would ask but yet as oft represt The riseing Query in his troubled Breast Lest it should seem too rude and ill design'd For O 't is hard to know another's Mind Whilst yet far off the faithful Mastiffs knew The noise and smell of both and out they flew From every part they at the Hero run With open mouths resolv'd to tear him down But round the Swain they wagg'd their tails and play'd And in hoarse murmurs savage joy betray'd He stoopt to take up stones they stopt their noise He spoke they fear'd the thunder of his voice All silent fled but yet the Swain was glad To see his Mastiffs care and thus he said What useful Creatures are these Dogs to Man How full of care how useful to a Swain Had they but reason to know whom to tear And whom to love what Creature could compare But now they 'r Bruitish then he cry'd begone Each took his Stall and lay in quiet down Now down the West with a descending ray Bright Phoebus drove and bore declineing day Now shades drew on and full of Milk and food The Sheep came home and lay and chewd the Cud Next these the Cows and Oxen fill'd the Plain As thick as Clouds when Jove descends in rain When watry Southwinds bring their Treasures forth Or when They 'r hudled by the stormy North No man can count them for so fast they rise And follow one another thro the Skies Still new and new the driveing tempest brings And bears vast burthens on his weary Wings These Herds a Herdsman drove the fields and road Were 〈◊〉 the vallies sounded when they low'd The Staâ—â—â— were crouded and could scarce contain And Sâ—â—â—p lay round and bleated o're the Plain Thâ—â—â—ousand Slaves stood round of every kind Noâ—e wanted work all had their Tasks assign'd One shackled starting Cows and whilst they stood He milk'd and streight the largest Pail o'reflow'd One let the Calves to suck they soon were fill'd With sweetest Milk such stores the Cows did yield Some bore the Pails and some did run the Cheese Hot from the Cow some rais'd the Wring to squeeze And some the Bulls apart from Heifers drove They turn'd and bellow'd eager on their Love The King himself went round to every Herd To see what Calves his Servants Care had rear'd And whilst thro his vast Stores he trac'd the Plain His Son and great Alcides made his train Here tho our Hero's Soul great Shows despis'd Was constant fixt too brave to be surpriz'd Yet now at last his wonder rose