Red Blisters rising on their Paps appear And flaming Carbuncles and noisom Sweat And clammy Dews that loathsom Lice beget Till the slow creeping Evil eats his way Consumes the parching Limbs and makes the Life his prey A TRANSLATION OF ALL Virgil's 4th Georgick EXCEPT THE Story of ARISTEUS By Mr. Io. ADDISON of MAGDALEN Colledge OXON EThereal sweets shall next my Muse engage And this Mecoenas claims your Patronage Of little Creatures wondrous Acts I treat The Ranks and mighty Leaders of their State Their Laws Employments and their Wars relate A trifling Theam provokes my Humble Lays Trifling the Theam not so the Poet's Praise If Great Apollo and the Tuneful Nine Join in the Piece to make the Work Divine First for your Bees a proper Station find That 's fenc'd about and shelter'd from the Wind For Winds divert 'em in their Flight and drive The Swarms when loaden homeward from their Hive Nor Sheep nor Goats must pasture near their Stores To trample under foot the springing Flowers Nor frisking Heifers bound about the place To spurn the Dew-drops off and bruise the rising Grass Nor must the Lizzards painted Brood appear Nor Wood-pecks nor the Swallow harbour near These waste the Swarms and as they flye along Convey the tender Morsels to their Young Let purling Streams and Fountains edg'd with Moss And shallow Rills run trickling through the Grass Let Branching Olives o'er the Fountain grow Or Palms shoot up and shade the Streams below That when the Youth led by their Princes shun The Crowded Hive and sport it in the Sun Refreshing Springs may tempt 'em from the Heat And shady Coverts yield a Cool Retreat Whether the Neighbouring Water stands or Runs Lay Twigs across and Bridge it o're with Stones That if rough Storms or sudden Blasts of Wind Shou'd Dip or scatter those that lag behind Here they may settle on the Friendly Stone And Dry their reeking Pinions at the Sun Plant all the flowry Banks with Lavender With store of Sav'ry scent the fragrant Air Let running Betony the Field o'respread And Fountains soak the Vi'lets Dewy Bed Tho Barks or plaited Willows make your Hive A narrow Inlet to their Cells Contrive For Colds congele and freeze the Liquors up And melted down with Heat the Waxen Buildings drop The Bees of both Extreams alike afraid Their Wax around the whistling Crannys spread And suck out clammy Dews from Herbs and Flow'rs To Smear the Chinks and Plaister up the Pores For this they hoard up Glew whose clinging drops Like Pitch or Birdlime hang in stringy Ropes They oft 't is said in dark Retirements dwell And work in subterraneous Caves their Cell At other times th' Industrious Insects live In hollow Rocks or make a Tree their Hive Point all their chinky Lodgings round with Mud And leaves must thinly on your Work be strow'd But let no baleful Eugh-Tree flourish near Nor rotten Marshes send out steams of Mire Nor burning Crabs grow red and crackle in the Fire Nor Neighb'ring Caves return the dying sound Nor Ecchoing Rocks the doubl'd voice rebound Things thus prepar'd When th' under-World is seiz'd with Cold and Night And Summer here descends in streams of Light The Bees thro' Woods and Forrests take their flight They rifle ev'ry Flow'r and lightly skim The Chrystal Brook and sip the running stream And thus they feed their Young with strange delight And knead the yielding Wax and work the slimy sweet Wut when on high you see the Bees repair Born on the Winds thro' distant tracts of Air And view the winged Cloud all blackning from afar While shady Coverts and fresh Streams they chuse Milfoil and common Honey-suckles bruise And sprinkle on their Hives the fragrant juice On Brazen Vessels beat a tinckling sound And shake the Cymbals of the Goddess round Then all will hastily retreat and fill The warm resounding Hollow of their Cell If e're two Rival Kings their Right debate And Factions and Cabals embroil the State The Peoples Actions will their Thoughts declare All their Hearts tremble and beat thick with War Hoarse broken sounds like Trumpets harsh Allarms Run through the Hive and call 'em to their Arms All in a hurry spread their shiv'ring Wings And fit their Claws and point their angry Stings In Crowds before the King's Pavilion meet And boldly challenge out the Foe to fight At last when all the Heav'ns are warm and fair They rush together out and join the Air Swarms thick and Eccho's with the Humming War All in a firm round Cluster mix and strow With Heaps of little Corps the Earth below As thick as Hail-stones from the Floor rebound Or shaken Acorns rattle on the ground No sence of Danger can their Kings Controul Their little Bodies lodge a mighty Soul Each obstinate in Arms pursues his Blow Till shameful Flight secures the routed Foe This hot Dispute and all this mighty Fray A little Dust flung upward will allay But when both Kings are settl'd in their Hive Mark him who looks the worst and lest he live Idle at home in Ease and Luxury The Lazy Monarch must be Doom'd to Die So let the Royal Insect rule alone And Reign without a Rival in his Throne The Kings are different one of better Note All spect with Gold and many a shining Spot Looks Gay and Glistens in a Gilded Coat But love of Ease and Sloth in One prevails That scarce his Hanging Paunch behind him trails The Peoples Looks are different as their King 's Some Sparkle Bright and Glitter in their Wings Others look Loathsom and diseas'd with Sloth Like a faint Traveller whose dusty mouth Grows dry with Heat and spits a maukish Froth The first are Best From their o'reflowing Combs you 'll often press Pure luscious Sweets that mingling in the Glass Correct the Harshness of the Racy Juice And a rich Flavour through the Wine diffuse But when they sport abroad and rove from home And leave the cooling Hive and quit th'unfinish'd Comb Their Airy Ramblings are with ease confin'd Clip their King's Wings and if They stay behind No bold Usurper dares Invade their Right Nor sound a March nor give the Sign for Flight Let flow'ry Banks entice 'em to their Cells And Gardens all Perfum'd with Native Smells Where Carv'd Priapus has his fix'd abode The Robber's Terrour and the Scare-crow God Wild Tyme and Pine-Trees from their Barren Hill Transplant and nurse 'em in the Neighbouring Soil Set Fruit-Trees round nor e're indulge thy Sloth But Water 'em and urge their shady Growth And here perhaps were not I giving o're And striking Sail and making to the Shore I 'de shew what Art the Gard'ners Toils require Why Rosy Paestum Blushes twice a year What Streams the verdant Succory supply And how the Thirsty Plant drinks Rivers dry What with a chearful Green does Parsley grace And writhes the bellying Cucumer along the twisted Grass Nor wou'd I pass the soft Acanthus o're Ivy nor Myrtle-Trees that love the Shore Nor Daffadils
Pride Divinely Great She Mounts her Native Skyes And Goddess-like retains her State When down again she flyes Commands which Judgment gives she still obeys Both to depress her Flight and raise Thus Mercury from Heav'n descends And to this under World his Journey bends When Jove his dread Command has giv'n But still Descending Dignity maintains As much a God upon our humble Plains As when he Tow'ring re-ascends to Heav'n 3. But when thy Goddess takes her Flight With so much Majesty to such a Height As can alone suffize to prove That she descends from mighty Jove Gods how thy Thoughts then rise and soar and shine Immortal Spirit animates each Line Each with bright Flame that Fires our Souls is Crown'd Each has magnificence of Sound And Harmony Divine Thus the first Orbs in their high Rounds With Shining Pomp advance And to their own Celestial Sounds Majestically Dance On with eternal Symphony they rowl Each turn'd in its harmonious Course And each inform'd by the prodigious Force Of an Empyreal Soul THE ENJOYMENT A SONG Anonymus YE Gods the Raptures of that Night What Fierce Convulsions of Delight How in each others Arms involv'd We lay Confounded and Dissolv'd Bodies mingling Sexes blending Which shou'd most be lost contending Darting fierce and flaming Kisses Plunging into boundless Blisses Our Bodies and our Soul 's on Fire Tost by a Tempest of Desire Till with utmost Fury driv'n Down at once we sunk to Heav'n The Enjoyment GO Love thy Banners round the World display And teach Rebellious Mortals to obey Triumph o're those who proudly slight thy Pow'r And make them what they now Deride Adore If any yet can be so senceless grown To scorn thy Pleasures and approve their own To Conquer only bid 'em Taste and Know And soon their fancy'd Pleasures they 'l forego And soon acknowledge thee the Lord of all below Convince the reading Sots who wou'd seem Wise And cloak their Follies by a grave Disguise The Learned Ignorants will straight lay by Their useless Books and Joyful follow thee Blest be the Day when first Celinda came To me Desparing and reveal'd her Flame When blushing she her Passion did disclose And softest Words and tender'st Accents chose To make me Happy and compleat my Joys Oh! what a Rapture did my Soul surround When first I heard the dear transporting Sound Now Youth said she your Fears and Doubts remove For know 't is you and only you I Love And that you may my Love unfeign'd believe Take all that you can ask or I can give While tell-tale Blushes tole me what she meant And wishing Looks betray'd her kind intent Encourag'd thus I boldly did invade With eager ardour the forgiving Maid But when I clasp'd her Body close to mine 'T was more than Rapture all 't was all Divine Such Joys I knew as Words want Pow'r to tell Joys which the feeble reach of Thoughts excel My Soul surpriz'd at the excess of Joy Unable to sustain it wing'd away Whilst all entranc'd and Extasi'd I lay Tell me ye mighty Learned if you know Where did my Soul in that short Transport go Did it with willing haste to her depart It did I 'm sure it did and flutter'd round her Heart Blest with the unknown Beauties of the Fair It heav'd it trembl'd and it panted there Unwilling to depart 't wou'd still remain But all the weak Efforts to stay were vain A Kiss restor'd the Fugitive again That Kiss which wou'd a long Dead Corps revive Reverse its Doom and kindly make it live My Soul re-enter'd we repeated o're A Thousand Joys unknown to both before Pardon me Love thou Pow'rful Deity That I so long abstain'd from tasting thee I thought indeed vain Fool in Books to meet With solid Wisdom and with true Delight To noisie Nothings I betray'd my Ease And idly dreamt away my sprightly Days But now though late my Errours I perceive And know I only now begin to Live Hence ye usurping Whimsies hence retreat Whilst exil'd Love regains its lawful Seat Love whose bewitching Dictates I 'le obey For I with Titus shou'd repenting say Those Blessings wanting I have lost a Day No time shall pass without that dear Delight I 'll talk of Love all Day and act it all the Night Pleasure and I as to one Goal design'd Will run with equal pace while Sorrows flag behind O that I had but Jove's unbounded Might To lengthen Pleasures and extend a Night Three trivial Nights shou'd not my Wish confine Whole Years themselves and Ages shou'd combine To make my Joys as lasting as Divine Then wou'd I lye enclos'd within her Arms Fierce as my Love and Vig'rous as her Charms And both shou'd be cou'd I decree their State As fixt and as immutable as Fate Then wond'ring Mortals shou'd with Envy see That only those were blest who Lov'd like me And Gods themselves shou'd at my Bliss repine And learn to mend their now imperfect Joys by mine In Imitation of HORACE ODE the XXII Integer vitae c. Written by Mr. THO. YALDEN. 1. THE Man that 's uncorrupt and free from guilt That the Remorse of secret Crimes ne're felt Whose Breast was ne're debaucht with Sin But finds all calm and all at peace within In his Integrity secure He fears no danger dreads no pow'r Useless are Arms for his Defence That keeps a faithful guard of Innocence 2. Secure the happy Innocent may rove The Care of ev'ry Pow'r above Altho' unarm'd he wanders o're The treacherous Libia's Sands and faithless Shore Tho' o're th' inhospitable brows Of savage Caucasus he goes Thro' Africk's Flames thro' Scythia's Snows Or where Hydaspes fam'd for Monsters flows 3. For as within an unfrequented Grove I tun'd my willing Lyre to love With pleasing amorous thoughts betray'd Beyond my Bounds insensibly I stray'd A Wolf that view'd me fled away He fled from his defenceless prey When I invok'd Maria's aid Altho' unarm'd the trembling Monster fled 4. Not Daunia's teeming Sands nor barb'rous Shore E're such a dreadful Native bore Nor Africk's nursing Caves brought forth So fierce a Beast of such amazing growth Yet vain did all his Fury prove Against a Breast that 's arm'd with Love Tho' absent fair Maria's Name Subdues the fierce and makes the savage tame 5. Commit me now to that abandon'd place Where chearful light withdraws its rays No beams on barren Nature smile Nor fruitful Winds refresh th' intemperate Soil But Tempests with eternal Frost Still rage around the gloomy Coast Whilst angry Jove infests the air And black with Clouds deforms the sullen year 6. Or place me now beneath the torrid Zone To live a Borderer on the Sun Send me to scorching Sands whose heat Guards the destructive Soil from Humane feet Yet there I 'll sing Maria's Name And sport uninjur'd midst the Flame Maria's Name that will create even there A milder Climate and more temperate Air. TO His Perjur'd Mistress From HORACE Nox erat coelo fulgebat
Ev'n so dear Ned thy desperate Pen No less disturbs all Witty Men And makes them wonder what a Devil Provokes Thee to be so uncivil When thou and all thy Friends must know 'em Thou yet wilt dare to Print thy Poem That poor Curs Fate and thine are one Who has his Tail Peg'd in a Bone About he runs no body'l own him Men Boys and Dogs are all upon him And first the greater Wits were at thee Now ev'ry little Fool will pat thee Fellows that ne're were heard or read of If thou writ'st on will write thy Head off Thus Mastives only have a knack To cast the Bear upon his back But when th' unweildy Beast is thrown Mungrils will serve to keep him down TRANSLATED FROM Seneca's Troas Act. 2. Chorus By Mr. Glanvill Verum est timidos fabula decipit IS' t True that Souls their Bodies do survive Or does a Flam that timerous World deceive When some dear Friend our dying Eyes has clos'd And Life's last Day Death's endless Night impos'd When the eas'd Corps like an o're-jaded Slave At length set free lies quiet in the Grave Were it not wise the Soul too to Entomb But must we still endure Life's wretched Doom Or happier do we dye entire and whole Leave no continuing Relict of a Soul But when the vital Vapour of our Breath Gasp'd into Air is lost in Clouds and Death We 're gon and all that was of us before To any thing of Life is then no more Yes thus we Perish and thus undergo Th' approaching Lot of all things here below Time flies and all the Sea or Sun goes round With sure and quick destruction shall confound Swift as above the Stars and Moon and Sun In hurrying Orbs their hasty Courses run We Post to Fate nor when we disappear Are we or ever shall be any where As short-liv'd Smoak ascending from the Flame Hovers dissolves and ne're shall be again As gather'd Clouds by scattering Blasts disjoyn'd Disperse and fly before the Hostile Wind So that thin fleeting thing Life passes o're So flows our Spirit out and then 's no more After Death's Nothing Death it self is nought Th' extremest bound of a short Race of Thought Let Slaves and Fools their Fears and Hopes give o're Solicit and delude themselves no more Wou'd you know where you shall be after Death There where you were before you suck'd in Breath The Dead and the unborn are just the same The Dead returning whence the Living came Time takes us whole throws all into the Grave Death will no more the Soul than Body save For Hell and the damn'd Fiend that Lords it there With all the Torments we so vainly fear Are empty Rumours Melancholy Whims Fantastick Notions idle frightful Dreams Horace B. I. Ode XIII Cum Tu Lydia Telephi c. By Mr. Glanvill 1. WHen happy Strephon's too prevailing Charms His rosy Neck and his soft waxen Arms Inhumane Lydia wantonly you praise How cruelly my Jealous Spleen you raise Anger boils up in my hot labouring Breast Not to be hid and less to be supprest 2 Then 'twixt the Rage the Fondness and the Shame Nor Speech nor Thoughts nor Looks remain the same Fickle as my Mind my various Colour shews And with my Tide of Passion Ebbs and Flows Tears stealing fall distill'd by soft Desire To shew the melting slowness of the Fire 3 Ah! when I see that livid Neck betray The drunken Youth 's too rudely Wanton Play When on those passive Lips the marks I find Of frantick boiling Kisses left behind I rave to think these cruel Tokens shew Things I cannot mistake and wou'd not know 4 How fond 's the Hope how foolish and how vain Of lasting Love from the ungrateful Swain Who that soft Lip so roughly can invade Hurting with cruel Joy the tender Maid Quickly they 're glutted who so fierce devour They suck the Nectar and throw by the Flower 5 But oh thrice happy they that equal move In an unbroken Yoke of faithful Love Whome no Complaint no Srife no Jealousy Sets from their gentle grateful Bondage free But still they dear fast mutual Slaves remain Till unkind Death breaks the unwilling Chain Horace B. 1 Ode XXIII By Mr. Glanvill Vitas Hinnuleo me similis Chloe WHen Chloe by your Slave pursu'd Why shou'd you fly so fast So the stray'd Fawn i' th' pathless Wood To her lost Dam makes haste Each Noise Alarms and all things add New Terrour to her Fear She starts at every Dancing shade Each Breath of singing Air. With every Leaf each Bush that shakes Throughout the murmuring Grove Her Sympathetick Heart partakes She trembles as they move Fond Maid unlike the Wolf and Boar I Hunt not to destroy My utmost Prey wou'd be no more Than you might give with Joy Urg'd on by soft and gentle Love I harmlessly pursue Your Flight to me may Cruel prove But not my Chase to you Cease idle Dreams of fancied Harms To Childish Fears Trapanns Leave running to thy Mothers Arms Who now art fit for Man's B. II. Ode XII Nolis longa feroe Bella Numantioe c. By Mr. Glanvill URge me no more to Write of Martial things Of fighting Heroes and of conquering Kings Our brave Fore-Fathers Glory to advance Shew subdu'd Ireland and sing vanquish'd France Tell how Spains Blood the British Ocean swell'd With Shame Invading and with more Repell'd No these high Theams of the Heroick strain Suit ill with my low feeble Vein To equal Numbers I 'd in vain aspire How shou'd I make a Trumpet of a Lyre Much less dare I in an unhallow'd Strain Great Nassau's Wars and Victories Prophane You better may in lasting Prose rehearse Things which defy my humble Verse 'T is a fond think to think to reconcile Such Glorious Actions with so mean a Stile 2. Me fair Lycinnia's softer Praise Her Native Charms and winning ways The Muse ordain'd to sing in gentle Lays Me the sweet Song which Syrens Art defies Me the serenely shining Eyes And above all the gen'rous grateful Heart True to the mutual Love and faithful to its part Lycinnia whose becoming Dance With Airy motion does Loves fire advance Whose wanton Wit wild as her Eyes The tickled Mind does pleasantly surprize Whose various Arts all our loose Powers Alarm A Grace each Action and each word 's a Charm 3. Ah! when her willing Head she greatly bends And fragrant Kisses Languishingly lends When with fond artful Coyness she denys More glad to lose than we to win the Prize Or when the Wanton in a Toying Vein Snatches the Kiss from the prevented Swain Wou'd you then give one Bracelet of her Hair For the poor Crowns that Monarchs wear Wou'd you exchange for all those favourite Isles The Sun laughs on one of her pleasing Smiles Wou'd you for both the Indies Wealth decline The hidden Treasures of her richer Mine Not I for such vain Toys I 'd ne'er remove My wealth my Pomp my Heav'n shou'd all be Love AN