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A48297	Metellus his dialogues the first part, containing a relation of a journey to Tunbridge-Wells : also a description of the Wells and place : with the fourth book of Virgil's Æneids in English / written under that name, by a gentleman of this nation, sometime gentleman commoner of Christ-Church in Oxford.	Lewkenor, John, 1657 or 8-1706.; Virgil. Aeneis. Liber 4. English.	1693 (1693)	Wing L1852; ESTC R10938	47,554	146

reprehend Learn'd Aesculape by Reason's Light can see In Nature far scarce to Divinity Laelius declares th' Opinions of the Times Too honest to be guilty of the Crimes THE First Dialogue A JOURNEY TO Tunbridge-Wells Metellus THE Sun was now come to his Journey 's end For that half year beginning to descend When me and Laelius who had both been ill And long had lingred under th' Artist skill A learn'd Physician knowing none cou'd mend Like those that made did prudently pretend To cure by Nature or as Nature cou'd Did we apply t' her so this Doctor wou'd Sometimes by wise Digression from the Arts Cure Men by sending 'em to wholesome parts Of the Great World with which the Less must be If they 'll be well still in good harmony God-like he first ordained us the scent Of Fragrant Earth and then as if he 'd meant To give us at each Dose an Element The Air this Aesculape to quicken gave Waters to cleanse us if those cou'd not save Then Nature-like too he ordain'd the Grave Destructive Fire this Aesculape did use But not in Element and crude t' abuse Too tender Man but dulcify'd by Vine Great Nature's Limbeck and destill'd to Wine Good Wine the greatest chearer of the heart The Natural Restorative of Art Wine from the Teats of Nature and not Brew'd He allow'd himself and us for Lassitude And this was his fourth Dose which Nature meant As he taught well for a fifth Element Wine first by Nature thus for Stomach's sake Then giv'n by Paul we like Ambrosta take With Terrene God our Aesculape to whom We offer ' of healthy Cups a Hecatomb That doleful night before we went away In that took leave so dy'd till the third day Not like old Trojans buried lay in Wine But like true Trojans till we meet repine Not buried at all for not at rest Nor did we pass that time among the blest But like Men damn'd from Paradise in pain And labour live till we our bliss regain Till all at Tunbridge-Wells again alive Meet and each other kindly do revive With Water and good Air and blood of Grape Good Company and divine Aesculape We were five Scholars four went two and two Curio and I who had no more to do But to take Air and then to take our ease And nought else being prescrib'd for our Disease Together rid that hard by the mid-way We might with Liquor quench the scorching day Early before the Exc'llent Doctor went On Horseback with accomplisht Patient Honestest Laelius who of Wit had store But of wise Patience had a great deal more And doubtless 't was the fortunatest hit That one had Patience when they both had Wit He talking taught t' other well pleas'd to learn They each each others Excellence discern As Nature's Active and her Passive do So do these well pair'd Naturalists too Agree concurr in all things jump and hit Happy ' n so great a Sympathy of Wit Acer to whom Minerva still was kind Yet Fortune frown'd on he was left behind Whether unwilling to ride that long way As his good Friends did through in one hot day Or froward Fortune long by him despis'd Goddess to whom he never sacrisic'd Had damn'd him for a day into the Jaws Of modern Furies and the modish Claws Of Harpies of this Age we do not know But he in Stage-Coach is condemn'd to go Without his Friends Curio and I were something better blest Riding before escap'd that Harpy's Nest All different ways with different Fate we went In hopes of different Divertisement Yet at the Wells with Acer we arriv'd There Aesculape who had been well reviv'd Not with cold Waters but with more divine More animating Liquor Gascoigne Wine Hard by the Wells stood with his Learned Mate Like old Anchise contemplating our Fate Father of Wits When we on Horseback Acer in a Coach With some odd kind of Damsells did approach They stop step out When Oh! What hast thou done Base Fortune with Minerva's Minion Laelius cry'd out None of Apollo's Race None of the Nine these are What God cou'd place Thus Ingenuity Must Fate be Foe Spightful to all that Pallas favours so Then Aesculape drew near And art thou come At last dear Friend to our Elysium How ' fraid were we kindly then we embrace Welcome each other to the pleasant place Our next Care was to seek a House where we For one Month's time might all of us be free From that worst Plague of Wit Ill-Company We wander on some pretty Houses see Which in that place though wild enough there be The Doctor pleas'd himself his airy Friend Who more did to good Company pretend Than Bookish solitude an airy place Soon found which airy Company did grace Acer and Curio sought no happiness But Solitude the likeliest place to bless We thought the Desart of that Wilderness We wander all a pretty while before We see a Cottage Cottage and no more At last we find A sweet and pleasant place A situation that had Nature's Face That lookt like the first Times that seem'd to be Some Patrimony of poor Honesty The greenest Plat that was in all that wild And spacious Heath and the most undefil'd Nor Lust nor Envy cou'd have Object there Pride was a bulk too big for it to bear Seat for Christianity were Christ but near Peter might wish a Tabernacle here This is the Desart then said Acer we In such a Cottage Curio may be free The wish'd for Tabernacle which we crave Elias solitude we here may have And to assure that Pleasure too we see Said Curio here St. Peter's Poverty Green close behind it and sweet Springs were nigh On th' one side Wood and the green Corn hard by The Front lay open to the ample Heath Which from all Quarters sent a purer Breath Than Towns enjoy Beset with Fern and Shrubs Shrubs were as high As th' humble Cottage Taller Trees were nigh A House secur'd by being poor and low O happy those who live secured so Where no fierce Winds of Pride and Envy blow Before the Door stood an old Ash that made By Nature pleasant and convenient Shade Of which the Owner had contriv'd a Bower Enough to save poor Man from Sun or Shower But place which Nature surely had design'd For higher things for shelter to the Mind For we soon as we saw it thought it fit In such a Solitude to shelter Wit Here an old Dame came cleanly to the Door ' Soon as we knock'd came cleanly and no more But holding the small Door half-open said ' Las Sirs 't is late and we 're all going to bed We see no Gallants here nor entertain Such Men as you we scarce think 't worth our pain Nor have I Linen clean nor can I give You dainty Meats on hardest Fare we live And then she told us what ill luck she 'd had Not long ago with Strangers as well clad Nor truly cou'd she and so near to Night Receive

bought though precious time be price Once in a Year of such a Paradise Pity that every Winter shou'd deface That which at Summer is so sweet a place Pity just pleasure shou'd no longer hold Than Summers heat and with the Year grow cold The sober Man might here at Winter be The Wit and Scholar wou'd be then more free The Air as well as Water does revive This makes us live and that keeps us alive Nor cou'd God that saves thus by Water ' have meant T' assist us less with higher Element Great Earth concern'd in both by steel impowers Water to Cure the Air with Herbs and Flowers The Soyl as fertile as can well be sweet As much invites us to dwell there as meet The ground is warm and it is shelter'd so That all things there if 't were manur'd might grow Here choicest Flowe'rs and there the pleasant Vine The Soil wou'd yield us though not rich yet fine If once improv'd this wholesome place wou'd be Rudeness adorn'd might rise to Rarity It wants but Soil which Company would bring Had it but Subjects it might please a King The pleasant Bottom dry and sandy ground Lies shelter'd with small rocky Risings round Some steeper some of easier Ascent Those with the pleasant Soil to give were meant These to facilitate Divertisement Tops of the Rocks are hardly to be seen But all with Heath are cover'd or all Green Some distance off all sorts of Trees there are Better so plac'd than if they nearer were By Nature's great Contrivance not to hide The pleasantness a Heath has in being wide The Heath though on its Surface little grow For Use yet it has Storehouses below By Nature fill'd Materials of its own To build a City Iron Steel and Stone Too much Sand to be useless there is hill'd And heap'd by Nature all given us to build Take hence an Omen then Nature's design Sure must have been in time to make it fine Though now but scatter'd place yet we may know What 't is to be we see 't is like to grow Already future Cities Embryo The pretty Walk the Crowd the splendid street Of Shops above the Market Folks that meet The frequent People Gentry mixt-with Clown Makes up a something something like a Town That 't is no more built yet to the sweet place Can be no shame to us is more disgrace Who hitherto to so benefick Spring Have made no better Free-will-Offering Not all new Towns for Wealth but some for Fame Are built or Health some to preserve a Name Let these bright Springs some brighter name preserve Than dirty Tunbridge better they deserve For Health the Miracles which here are done By Air and Water methinks should have won The cur'd in Gratitude the sick at least Shou'd be convinc'd by their own Interest To finish these beginnings of a Town Which thus unbuilt bring such a concourse down These Fundamentals London with thee strive Already which keeps most of thine alive The place thus urges thee where can thy Wealth Be better spent than where 't's repay'd with Health Of all thy Principals though here be least ' Twoud pay yet the best sort of Interest From Vulture's flying the' Founder of great Rome Conceiv'd first hopes of what was then to come The place was mark'd to ' Aeneas by white Swine A prosperous Colour but no hopeful Sign Who wou'd have thought that ruiner of ground Shou'd show where Gods still-standing Rome wou'd found We here have better whiter Signs in sight The fairest prospect of a fair delight No rav'nous Vulture invites nor Swinish wealth Nor brutish pleasure but thou candid Health And all those rural pastimes which agree With Innocence and Ingenuity Nor does Heaven now its Will by Brutes declare Or flying Vultures Elements here are Both cause and Omens of our future bliss Air with the Water does prognostick this Earth too concurrs Three of the Four agree T' invite us with auspicious Augury The Springs that cause our Health do Health fore tell The Air gives Hopes we may continue well The Earth though no such fertile Crops it give Yet by its Barrenness helps us to live Perfumes and purifies the Air we breath The Soil though barren fragrant is beneath Where Nature three parts of her Fabrick draws Into ' one efficient conglobated Cause Of what her Wisdom here means to bestow Fore-shews the' Effects in Causes whence they flow From so great Omens sure we may divine Predict Felicity from greatest Sign Our future Health Experience does foretell Where oft we have been we may still be well We as great Omens of our Pleasure might Take from what is to what will be Delight A Place where City ' and Court divert as well As any where where Poet yet might dwell On a Parnass near as Divine a Well As Helicon and in a Muse's Oell Then Acer spake You ' have so with Wit improv'd this barren Ground The Town which you there prophesie you found With Fancy ' embellish'd and with Verse adorn'd For th' Muses sake it can no more be scorn'd What-e'er that Something be thou ' st made it seem Already something worthy of Esteem In Mens Opinion the small place will grow And soon come to be more than Embryo Nature's Example moves the Muses wooe Fortune's oblig'd to be propitious too What may n't that Goddess when so courted do Cities at first they say from Poets came Why may n't this Helicon do here the same And thou raise Walls by raising of their Fame Metell We all then thank him briefly let him know How much to him this Place and Fountain owe. But Laelius who was to have next Debate With Acer we entreated to Translate Th' Fourth Book of Virgil first then he shou'd be ' Gainst Acer Advocate for Liberty THE Third Dialogue OF Translation Metell WE met again when with Poetick Rage Acer incens'd exclaim'd against the Age Said some of our new Poets had of late Set up a lazie Fashion to Translate Speak Authours how they please and if they call Stuff they make Paraphrase that answers all Pedantick Verse effeminately smooth Rack'd through all little Rules of Art to sooth The soft'ned Age industriously compile Maim Wit and cripple Fancy all the while A Licence far beyond Poetick Use Not to Translate old Authours but abuse The Wit of Romans and their lofty Sense Degrade into new Poem made from thence Disguise old Rome in our New Eloquence Aesculape said he was of the same mind And thought it fit Wits shou'd be more confin'd To Authour's Sense and to their Periods too Must leave out nothing every Sense must do And though they cannot render Verse for Verse Yet every Period's Sense they must reherse Then Curio spake O do not reprehend Too sharply Acer Speak more like a Friend Time and Experience many Faults may mend Though Vertue ' in Stoick yet of modern Crimes It is the worst to contradict the Times Aesculape then It cannot be amiss That we