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identifier	question
A68848	37. WHo sayth Petraea hath no abstinence?
A68848	DEath, wher''s thy sting?
A68848	In debt to him sayth he?
A68848	MY Booke is short sayth Zoilus, What then?
A65118	( oh Friends) To think them gone?
A65118	But why do I these thankless truths pursue?
A65118	Disarm''d, disorder''d, casting round his eyes On all the Troops that guarded him, he cryes, What Land, what Sea, for me what Fate attends?
A65118	Or why defer your Rage?
A65118	Why did they raise, or to what use intend This Pile?
A65118	to''a Warlike, or Religious end?
A65118	what force?
A65118	what place Made good?
A65116	And strive The guiltlesse Harpies by rude force to drive Out of their native Kingdome?
A65116	Defeated in his attempts?
A65116	How does Ascanius?
A65116	How doth he, pray, resent his b mothers death?
A65116	I lose; the onely ease Of all my cares and toile: dear Father dost dresse Thou here forsake me, thus turmoil''d and tost?
A65116	I''st a true face, a real man I see?
A65116	If so, where''s Hector, pray?
A65116	Or com''st thou, Goddesse- born, a Ghost to me?
A65116	What?
A65116	disappointed in his designes?
A65116	doth Hectors wife Andromache with Pyrrhus wedded live?
A65116	doth he live, and breathe?
A65116	doth his Uncle Hector, or his Syre AEneas him with noble thoughts inspire?
A65116	how often driven from place to place?
A65116	how often in storms and tempests?
A65116	of thy great a Mate, What is thy hap?
A65116	or where abide?
A65116	what fortune( of thy state Worthy) hath thee befaln?
A65116	where shall we go?
A14500	And doubt men yet to plant, and care bestow?
A14500	How often then into the Cyclop ● field Did Aetna''s burning caverne overflow, And globes of fire, and melted stones did throw?
A14500	How pleasantly with Boxe Cytorus stowes?
A14500	Of Dogs, and cruell Wolves?
A14500	Oh whither now is fled a mothers love?
A14500	Or her great lakes?
A14500	Or how the Seres their rich fleeces pull From leaves of trees?
A14500	Or praise her havens?
A14500	Or that draines his ground With thirsty sand, when moisture doth abound?
A14500	Or thee tempestuous sea- like Benacus?
A14500	Or when the show ● ry spring doth promise raine?
A14500	Orpheus( quoth she) what madnesse thus confoūde Thy wretched selfe, and me?
A14500	Shall I insist on those two seas that flow''Bout Italy, above it and below?
A14500	That he so often plow''d the fertile soile?
A14500	The stormes of Autumne why should I relate?
A14500	Then brings in watering streames that wil suffice?
A14500	What Monarch in the world was ever more desirous of fame in that kinde, and more able to requite than Alexander the Great?
A14500	What act of man this new experience brought?
A14500	What benefits like these come from the Vine?
A14500	What dares the young man do, whom loves strong heat Torments within?
A14500	What god, O Muse, to us this art hath taught?
A14500	What makes rich crops; what season most enclines To plowing th''earth,& marrying elms with vines?
A14500	What need I sing of Libyan Shepheards, and Their feeding countries, where few houses stand?
A14500	What now availes his ● o ● mer fruitfull toyle?
A14500	What shall I say to him that sowes his Land Immediately, scattering the barren Sand?
A14500	What should he do his wife twice lost?
A14500	When daies grow shorter, and more moderate The heat?
A14500	Where the imprison''d Iulian waters make A loud& wrathfull noise, through which the great Sea- tides into Avernus lake are let?
A14500	Whē all the fields with green ear''d corn are proud And tender blades the swelling graine do shroud?
A14500	Who of Latonian Dele, or Hylas now, Or ivory- shoulder''d Pelops does not know For riding fam''d, or his( a) Hippodame?
A14500	Why didst thou bid me hope for heaven above?
A14500	Why should I name that fragrant wood, frō whence Sweet Balsam sweats?
A14500	Why should I speak of spotted ● ● nxes love?
A14500	With her Pitch trees how faire Maricia showes?
A14500	Wouldst thou this fight, and furious heate allay?
A14500	or here what wouldst thou have?
A14500	or shew what warre Faint Deer in love will make?
A14500	or the Lucrine lake?
A14500	or those fair woods, w ch grow Neere to the Indian sea, whose highest bough No Arrowes flight can reach?
A14500	the berries or the buds Of Bears- foot ever greene?
A14500	thee mighty Larius?
A14500	those hoary woods Of Aethiopia cloath''d with snowy wooll?
A14500	what care good husbands entertaine?
A65123	And Carthage build, forgetfull of your Troy?
A65123	And some proud Prince in wild Numidia born Pray to a ● cept me and forget my scorn?
A65123	Bands hardly forced from their native place?
A65123	But this resolv''d, what way is left t''infuse Th''unhappy Queen with this unwelcome news?
A65123	Can we not have recourse to arms?
A65123	Canst thou indulge thy sleep?
A65123	Could thy dissembling heart consent to fly This Hated Land in cruell secrecy?
A65123	Did he let fall one pittying word, one tear?
A65123	How deep thy sighs?
A65123	Is not enough by sad experience known, The perjur''d race of false Laomedon?
A65123	Is this our pay, our recompence, while we Consume our flocks in sacrifice to thee?
A65123	May we not now ● ixe on eternall peace?
A65123	Nor better guard in such great danger keep, Mad by neglect to lose so fair a wind?
A65123	Nor give admittance to a pleasing guest?
A65123	Nor spare one word?
A65123	Or did he with one sigh my passion hear?
A65123	Or shall I with th''ungratefull Trojan goe, Quit all my state, and waite upon my Foe?
A65123	Or till Iarbus do in fetters Lead The proud despiser of his love and bed?
A65123	Perfidious man, canst thou so soon remove The bands of vows, and dearer bands of Love?
A65123	Shall I attend Pigmalion''s cruelty?
A65123	Suppose there had bin doubt in the successe What could I fear of all left comfortless?
A65123	VVhom dost thou flye?
A65123	What have I left, or whither shall I fly?
A65123	What shall I do?
A65123	What though no prayrs have yet had power to move Your thoughts to entertain a second love; Yet vvill you now with your own heart contest?
A65123	What were thy thoughts, sad Dido, on that day?
A65123	Where am I now?
A65123	Why did I not on slaine Iulus feast And at that banquet make the Father guest?
A65123	Why was I not invited to thy fate, Nor made thy Partner in thy worst estate?
A65123	Why yet in Winter to the storming Maine Dost thou expose thy wandring slcet again?
A65123	With my Sidonians shall I give them chase?
A65123	alass what words are these How late this hope?
A65123	did now the Antient Ilium stand, Were this a time through hazards such as these To seek thy Troy through Winter winds and Seas?
A65123	didst thou not seek a land Unknown?
A65123	doth care of humane fate Disturb the calmenesse of th''Immortall State?
A65123	if we Desire at last to rest in Italy?
A65123	nor shed one tear to save My Life descending to the cruell grave?
A65123	not burn this wicked fleet?
A65123	not meet This fraud with fraud?
A65123	or doth in vain our fear Ascribe just vengeance to the Thunderer?
A65123	saies she, was this fraud for me These altars drest, for such a tragedy?
A65123	think you that the dead In their cold urns welcome the tears we shead?
A65123	who can resist thy sway?
A14497	( Ah my leefe Ladd) what guerdon peregall, For sike a long as this, can I bestow?
A14497	( Daphnis) why doost thou still observe the site, The rise and setting of the antick signes?
A14497	( Yee Mayden Nayaedes) what Woods or Grove, When Gallus perisht through unwoorthy Love, Did hould yow then,( against, or with your wills?)
A14497	( ah weladay) All solace almost, and sweete jollity, With thee Menalcas, would been rapt away: Who then the Nymphes renowned praise should sing?
A14497	( quoth hee) is it Melibe''s?
A14497	Ah, for my Bull,( albee hee daily fedd With vetches fat) how megre leane is hee?
A14497	Ah, may it bee, that so great villanie, Mote any man befall?
A14497	Albee thou shouldst him tempt,& c. What canst thou with all thy best indeavor, bring to intice Alexis to thy love?
A14497	Are thy witts distraught?
A14497	But what so great cause hadst thou Rome to see?
A14497	Dam Why should not hee,( first conquerd by my song ▪ My Pipe, and verses meede) that Goate resigne?
A14497	For of what mortall man or created creature can it bee said that hee is the increase of Iove; who can adde any increase to God?
A14497	For who would willingly affect his acquaintance, which by reason of his greatnesse he can never conveniently enioy?
A14497	Heerein his skill to breede,& c. What paines took not Amyntas?
A14497	How oft to mee, and in what gracious sort Hath Galatea spoke?
A14497	In each high way, to every Travailer, With poore indeavour on thy squeaking Rheede?
A14497	MOPSVS, what lets( both skilld in musick) met,) Thee blow thy Pipes, whilst I some ditty sing Amongst these Elmes, and mixed hazels sett?
A14497	Moisus, and Nysa, wedd together are, What lover ere, heereafter neede despaire?
A14497	My flowres keeper, I the South have made, And to the Bore my Christall streames betrayde ▪( Ah foolish Fon) whom doost thou seeke to shun?
A14497	Ne, e''re repent, thy lip to weare away Vpon a Pipe: Herein his skill to breede, What paines tooke not Amyntas night and day?
A14497	Or shall I live, unto the world to tell Thy haughty songs,( which none may parallell?)
A14497	Or who the Earth should have invelloped With flowrie hearbes?
A14497	Or, hadst thou Pipe, with waxe compacted ever?
A14497	Quae ● e suos censura potest reprehendere versus?
A14497	Quis non Virgili ● Ingenium admiratur acutum?
A14497	Saw I not thee( base Buffon) th''other day Filch a Goate slily, from out Damons fould?
A14497	Saw I not thee?
A14497	Shall the rude godlesse Souldier haue( aye me)"These well- plow''d Tilthes?
A14497	VVHither goest( Meris) directly to the Towne?
A14497	VVhose is this Pastorall verse?
A14497	Was hee by thee in singing e''re outwent?
A14497	Wert not thou woont, thy raskall Rhymes to vent?
A14497	What Gift to mee but halfe so pleasing may?
A14497	What Lover neede despaire?
A14497	What good is mee( Amyntas) though in heart Thou scorne mee not; if while the Bore thou chace, I, at the Nets, am left behind apart?
A14497	What should I doe?
A14497	What should I there doe?
A14497	What will selfe- masters, dare to doone, and say?
A14497	What will the issue bee?
A14497	When such lewd Lozells beene so boasting bold?
A14497	Wilt then by turnes, wee hand to hand doo trye, What either can, and proove each by our deede?
A14497	Yea, who should sing, the precious lynes, which hee( Vnfinisht yet) to Varus sung whyleere?
A14497	but what if hee should prove Great Phaebus- selfe, in singing to outgone?
A14497	or been they Melibes?
A14497	or who the christall Spring, Should with greene shadowes, have incourtained?
A14497	some base infamous Rhymester, such as Maevius, or Bavius; or the like?
A14494	* Alacke, can so great a wickednesse fall on any man?
A14494	* And what measure shall there be, quoth he?
A14494	* And what things hath Galatea spoken to vs?
A14494	* And will there be no measure, quoth he,[ of this thy heauinesse?]
A14494	* Are they Melibees?
A14494	* As[ viz after that] I beheld[ thee] how perished I?
A14494	* Can any thing be dearer vnto vs then such a verse?
A14494	* Certainly whether Phillis were my loue, or else Amyntas, or any furie whasoeuer:( what then, though Amyntas be blacke?
A14494	* Come hither Galatea; ‖ for, ‖ what sport is[ here] in the waues?
A14494	* Dametas tell me whose cattell[ is it?]
A14494	* Had it not bene better[ for me] to ‖ suffer b* the heauy looks of Amaryl,] And[ her] proud* disdaine?
A14494	* Meris, whither goest thou?
A14494	* O boldest of all youths, for who( quoth he)* bad thee ‖ to come vnto our* house?
A14494	* Oh Meris, whither[ do] thy feete[ carry] thee?
A14494	* Oh thou vnskilfull fellow, wast not thou wo nt* to lauish out[ thy]* pitifull* musicke* vpon a creaking stubble pipe in the common crosse wayes?
A14494	* Or[ who should sing those]* songs, which I closely stole from thee of late, When as thou wentest to Amaril our ‖ delight?
A14494	* Shall the barbarous stranger haue these crops of corne?
A14494	* Should not he, being ouercome ‖ in singing, restore to me[ My] goate, ‖ which my pipe* had wonne by play?
A14494	* So soone as euer I saw thee, how was I vtterly distract?
A14494	* TEll me Dametas, whose a cattell are these?
A14494	* Thou him by play?
A14494	* What if he* dare trie to go beyond Apollo in singing?
A14494	* What may not[ we] louers i hope for?
A14494	* What shall maisters doe, when ‖ theeues dare be so bold?
A14494	* What the maisters shall do when theeues dare aduenture such things?
A14494	* Whether are they the cattell of Melibee?
A14494	* Whether or no Menalcas?
A14494	* Whether[ is it, or whether are they the cattell] of Melibeus?
A14494	* Wilt thou therefore that we make triall between our selues ‖ by course, what* each of vs can do?
A14494	* are they Melibees?
A14494	* or euer hadst thou a pipe[ but onely] set together with waxe?
A14494	* were it not better to endure Menalcas?
A14494	* what can I requite ‖ for such a song?
A14494	*[ And] said, Gallus, why art thou mad?
A14494	A ● ‖ mad[ Alexis] whom doest thou flie?
A14494	Ah Corydon, Corydon, what madnesse hath* caught thee?
A14494	Can any one denie verses vnto Gellus?
A14494	For, ‖ who should sing of the Nymphes?
A14494	Hee laughing at[ ‖ their] subtiltie; to what end knit you these bands?
A14494	In the midst[ of them are] two* pictures h* Conon; and who was* th ● other?
A14494	Loe, shall there be[ that day]* when I may* beare throughout the world, ‖ Thy verses* which alone are worthy of c Sophocles buskin?
A14494	Or whether ‖ thou sailest[ neare] the coast of the* Sclauonian sea; loe, shall there euer be That day,* when I may record thy acts?
A14494	This same taught vs: Whose cattell[ are these?]
A14494	What did not Amyntas ‖ do, ‖ that he might know* these things?
A14494	What should I do?
A14494	What[ sayest thou of those songs,] ‖ which I heard thee singing all alone in a faire cleare euening?
A14494	Who bad him come vnto his house?
A14494	With what* lamenting ‖ should he moue* the fiends,[ or] with what voice[ might he* intreate] the Gods?
A14494	Yea[ who should sing] these[ songs] ‖ which he did sing* of Varus,* not perfected as yet?
A14494	[ Goest thou] whither[ this] way ‖ leades, into the citie?
A14494	[ or Melibeus flocke?]
A14494	[ viz who should sing of the ground so strewed, and the springs so couered?
A14494	[* And] Menalcas wringing wet, came from gathering Winter acornes; ‖ All ask, from whence this loue[ should be?]
A14494	a OH Mopsus,* why sit we not downe here among the elmes ‖ mixt with hazels?
A14494	any pipe that was ought worth?
A14494	c* O Naiades, yee Nymphs, what ‖ woods or what ‖ launds* held you, when Gallus perished ‖ by vnworthy loue?
A14494	couer or inclose] the fountaines[ or springs] with a greene shade?
A14494	e What should he do?
A14494	e[ and euen] Apollo came to thee:* Gallus, why art thou mad, quoth he?
A14494	get or conuey himselfe so speedily] or whither trudgeth he?
A14494	h O Daphnis, why doest thou* behold the ancient risings of the i* staires?
A14494	how did* that mischieuous error carry me quite away?
A14494	how was I cast away, or vtterly vndone?
A14494	i Shall the* impious souldier haue these so well husbanded( 72) grounds new broken vp?
A14494	o( 32) And what so great* a cause hadst thou of seeing Rome?
A14494	or are they?
A14494	or what doest thou fetch hence?
A14494	or what he fetched thence?
A14494	or whither[ is] ‖ thy loue of vs ‖ driuen* from thee?
A14494	or who should couer the fountaines with shade of greene trees?
A14494	or ‖ do they that loue faine dreames vnto themselues?
A14494	our loue, kind to vs both?]
A14494	set or decke] the ground with flourishing herbes?
A14494	swart or blacke?]
A14494	t What[ gifts shall I bestow on] thee?
A14494	that he should intend to kill Virgil, or thinke of such a matter?]
A14494	these crops of corne?
A14494	whither should he* betake himselfe, his wife being* violently taken from him twise?
A14494	who should* strew the ground with pleasant flowers?
A14494	why didst thou bid me ‖ t''hope for heauen?
A14494	why do we not rest vs here a while, to delight our selues in musicke?
A14494	y And then he at length speakes with a mans voice: Demanding of him the causes how he durst be so bold?
A14494	y What should I do?
A14494	‖ Do we beleeue[ that he is comming?]
A14494	‖ I onely keepe the nets, and enioy thee not further?
A14494	‖ Shall I wonder being in loue with it, as in former time?
A14494	‖ Thou likewise[ wa st] a cruell mother, Whether[ was] the mother more cruell, or that boy more* wicked?
A14498	A Creature onely made for Banqueting?
A14498	A Fiercer Mother, or a Fiercer ● ad?
A14498	And all the Roman Fry, whose Corpses lay So thicke, that Cannae''s field was paved quite?
A14498	And tyred thus on each side, ne''r shall I?
A14498	And what such great cause hadst Thou Rome to see?
A14498	And when had all deboistnesse e''r more Scope?
A14498	And, bit by thier Invectives, snap againe?
A14498	Another his soft amorous Elegies?
A14498	But whence, Sir, doe the Iushious Vnguents come?
A14498	But who''I endure those base Luxurious Chusses?
A14498	By Turne shalls both our Skills in singing try?
A14498	Can any Boon endear Vs more?
A14498	Come, Galataea; in rough Neptune''s Wave What Pleasure is''t?
A14498	Do We the Civill- Lawes peruse, and read?
A14498	Do e''r we Women wrangling causes plead?
A14498	Falne in a ● ethargy?
A14498	For feare of thy drad presence shall I thiver, While thy Posteriors do obscenely quiver?
A14498	For who''s so stupid,( when he casts his Eyes On such Deboistnesse in Rome ev''ry where) So steely- hearted, that he can forbeare?
A14498	From Whom, ah frantick Boy, dost fling so fast?
A14498	He, smiling at the Trick, said, Why d''ye ty Me?
A14498	Here, per chance you''l say, Whence, prithee, wilt thou have such Wit, and Art, That''s correspondent to so hard a Part?
A14498	How shall I guerdon Thee for such a Lay?
A14498	How, He, Woods haunting, a Bird''s Forme assumes, But flies about his House First rais''d with Plumes?
A14498	I demand if A affetie Become a Witnesse?
A14498	If a Man''s money still remaineth safe?)
A14498	Is''t true?
A14498	Late one of these Abuse- Comptrolers proud Laronia brookt not, as he yeild aloud, Retreating, where art thou Julian Law?
A14498	Me VVHo owns these Sheepe, Damoetas?
A14498	Melibie?
A14498	Melibies?]
A14498	Nay those I heard Thee singing one cleer Night: The Tune I know, could I the words hit right, Moe Why dost Thou, Daphnis, Ancient starres survay?
A14498	Neighbours to what Miserie Discord hath brought Vs?
A14498	Nor e''r repent t''have worn thy Lip with play: How toild Amy 〈 … 〉 t for skill in Musick''s Lay?
A14498	Not better was''t Menalcas to abide?
A14498	Of Censours, to Reforme with speed, Or of Sooth- sayers have We greater need T''Attone such foule portentuous Crimes as This?
A14498	Or for H ● m Philomela''s Gifts, and Feasts?
A14498	Or in your strife- full Courts e''r scold, and brawl?
A14498	Or that of mad Orestes, Fury- frighted, The Booke of a huge Bulk; in Folio Writ; And( th''Margin full) Endorst; Nor ended yet?
A14498	Or( going to our Minion Amaryll) The Verses Late I stole from Thee by skill?
A14498	Or, Sext us, am I one jot worse than Thee, Quoth loose Varillus of known Iufamy?
A14498	Or, how He changed Tereus Limbs exprest?
A14498	Out sung by Me, should He the Goat, Before Gaind by my Pipes demerit, not restore?
A14498	Pray what''s the cause( quoth One) of your Vagary?
A14498	Scot free shall that Long tedious Tragedy Of Telephus, be all- day- long recited?
A14498	Scot- free shall One troule out to Me amain, His curious smooth Latin Comedies?
A14498	Shall I not Ferret These?
A14498	Shall th''impious Souldier be possest of These So- well tild Earshes?
A14498	So desperately bent can Any bee?
A14498	That thy Verse may by Me be o''r the World( Sole suiting Sophoclean Buskin) hurld?
A14498	The Barbarian seaze These Crops?
A14498	The Front''s a cozening Mirror: For what street Is not with Obscene Catoes now repleate?
A14498	The Graccbi plaining fore of Garboiles neare, And Innovation, who can brooke to heare?
A14498	The Sea drencht Boy, or that quaint Artizan, That did the Air with selfe- fram''d Pinions fan?
A14498	These daunted Stoicks from Laronia slung, While such Apparant Truths She boldly sung: For who can burden her with Forgeries?
A14498	These shall I not think worthy to be jerkt, And with a Venusinian Satyr yerkt, That smels o''th Lamp?
A14498	This[ Corydon lov''d faire Alexis] verst; This taught[ whose sheep, Damaetas?
A14498	Thou, Him, in singing — hadst a Pipe e''r glude With waxe?
A14498	VVHither, O Moeris?
A14498	VVHy, Mopsus, doe We not( sith Both skild meet, Thou, to blow light Reeds, I, to caroll sweet) Amid these Hazel- inchas''d Elms reside?
A14498	WHat?
A14498	Was it not better Me t''expose To Amaril''s sad Ire, and haughty Pride?
A14498	What Groves imbowr''d You, Virgin- Naiades, While Gallus perisht by such Loves as these?
A14498	What Words to Vs did Galataea say?
A14498	What all the Fabies, that Patrician Hoast, Quite routed at the Verge of Cremera?
A14498	What boots it though, Amynt, Thou lov''st Me, The Bores Thou chacest, if I keep the Toiles?
A14498	What grave Fabricius, and Camillus Ghoast?
A14498	What if, in Singing, Phoebus He out- shrils?
A14498	What is there, that We Lovers may not dread?
A14498	What madnesse Thee doth sease?
A14498	What matterd it at all, if Mutius, Tho, Forgave Lucilius biting Taunts, or No?
A14498	What need I to relate with how great Ire My dry, chaf''d, glooming Liver''s set on Fire?
A14498	What should I do?
A14498	What should I doe?
A14498	What the soules of so many slaine in Fight, As oft as any such polluted Ghoast As this, descends Hence to their hallowed Coast?
A14498	What would you not exclaime, a Iudge to see So trapped?
A14498	What?
A14498	When lay a greater Receptacle ope To the Prodigious Sin of Avarice, Than in our Times?
A14498	When straight Another, Why d''ye make Enquiety, As though You know not?
A14498	When such Buffons even theevish Servants bee, Then what shall Masters doe?
A14498	Whence hath such tickling Lust( like Netles) these Thy bastardizing Nephews toucht, and slung?
A14498	Whence have the Latian upland shep- heards come To this stupendious Height of Wickednesse?
A14498	Whence is this odoris''rous Balsamum( In thy rough hairy Neck that swels so) brought?
A14498	Which of our Grandsires did, in Elder dayes, So many costly, sumptuous Mannours raise?
A14498	Which, by Himselfe Alone, at one Repast, Did with seven Dishes feast his dainty Tast?
A14498	Whom Male- Brides filthy, and Cupidian Boyes, That learne lewd Courtship, yet their childish Toyes, And Purple garded Coats are laid aside?
A14498	Why Rather should the Toiles of Hercules, Or Diomedes Fowl- transformed Men, Or bellowing Minocaure engrosse my Pen?
A14498	Why shall I Nisus Daughter Seylla name How sung by Him?
A14498	Why, prithee, should I Now not bend my Powr, And fill large Tables in a four- way Leet?
A14498	Wouldst thinke''em more stupendious Prodigies, And shudder more, to see a Cow to a Lamb, Or to a Calfe a Woman prove a dam?
A14498	did I not see Thee, Varlet, stealing Damons Goat, when I, His Mongrell barking, Holla Thiefe, did cry?
A14498	or drilling Fountaines pure, O''r- shadowed with Arbours Coverture?
A14498	or th''Earth imbellisht in the Spring With Flora''s Pride?
A14498	shall I be a Hearer onely still?
A14498	that I may eternize with my Rimes Thy Martiall Feats, will ever be those Times?
A14498	this Way, to the City?
A14498	were thy solace- giving Layes with Thee Almost, Menalcas ravisht?
A14498	what meant I wretch?
A14498	when did damn''d cheating Dice E''r raigne o''r Human Beasts with greater Sway?
A14498	who should sing The Nymphs?
A95995	* how gracefull is his Meen?"
A95995	15 Your Prince and l ● sse?
A95995	Aenaeas stop''t, and( frighted) to the noyse"Listn''d; what dreadfull sights, say Maid, are these?"
A95995	After what stormes both on the Sea and Land, After what hazards, Sonne, by thee sustaind Doe I embrace thee?
A95995	Amidst those shades) Aeneas doth begin:"By what God hast thou from us ravish''d bin?"
A95995	And may not this Fable be verified in this our age?
A95995	And off''rings comes?
A95995	Are th''wretches with such love of life possest?"
A95995	Boots it to know how our fore- fathers spoke E''re Danish, Norman, or this present yoke Did gall our patient necks?
A95995	But, to him thus the Prophetesse replies,"From whence doth this accust desire arise?"
A95995	Did the stormy Sea thee drive?"
A95995	Fell Charon cryes aloud, whither bold man Dost thou advance?
A95995	From Italy shall dastard fear us drive?"
A95995	Hath thy known pietie Mastred all hardships?
A95995	He"The Cons''lar pow''r, and cruel Rods the first Brutus see?"
A95995	How doe you make th''infernal Hags to stare?
A95995	How happy then is the Prince where so prudent and trusty a Minister hath the chief management of affairs?
A95995	How often have we seen the power of a State terminate in one man, and the glory of a Nation breath out its last, when he expired?
A95995	How should I tire to climb up* Coopers hill?
A95995	If Theseus, and* Alcides did the same,"Why may not I?
A95995	If it were not so, why did he not, after the work was done, continue a private man?
A95995	Last, think''st that we( who have destroyd whate''re Our Grandsires did) will with their language bear?
A95995	Minorca to Scotland?
A95995	Nay, why in hell three Judges didst thou seign?
A95995	O genus attonitum gelidae formidine mortis, Quid Styga, quid tenebras,& nomina vana timetis, Materiem Vatum, falsique pericula Mundi?
A95995	Or Gods command?
A95995	Or some of our Descendants?
A95995	Or that this title, Dictionarium Saxonico- Latino- Anglicum, Will sell thy book?
A95995	Perithous why should I mention?
A95995	Say Palinurus, who hath drowned thee?"
A95995	Sonne, doe I thy face Behold?
A95995	Te Somno, Somnere, premi cui dicere fas est?
A95995	That they shall their dull bodies reinvest?"
A95995	That we( who have all famous monuments Raz''d, and defeated thus all good intents Of former Piety) will honour give To antique characters?
A95995	That youth( do''st see?)
A95995	The Muses three times three?
A95995	The[ 93] Gracchi who?
A95995	Their names also are agreeable to the nature of the wind; for what is a greater Harpy, i. e. more violent and rapid then the wind?
A95995	Then she having condemned three more to the same flames, asked him, if he would yet give what she demanded for the three which were left?
A95995	Think''st that thy Treasury of Saxon words Will be deem''d such amid''st unletter''d swords?
A95995	Think''st, Palinure, unburied to sayle o''re"The Stygian sound, or to the other shore"Without thy passe- port wilt thou goe?
A95995	Three Furies why, t''inflict on mortals pain?
A95995	Three Graces why?
A95995	WHat mean''st thou, Man?
A95995	Warr''s thunderbolts, and Libya''s overthrow:"[ 95] Fabricius, great in a small fortune?
A95995	We have a Theme as high, an argument 10 As full as thine, and can we not lament As learnedly as thou didst?
A95995	What Nations, in thy great extremity"Shalt thou not Court, and to what Cities fly?"
A95995	What can be said more?
A95995	What is Majorca to England?
A95995	What mysteries( to us yet unreveal''d Through thy dark Counsels) lye therein conceal''d?
A95995	What those, who in such numbers did repair Unto the same?
A95995	What tortures?
A95995	What would those Soules?
A95995	When Porcia heard of her dear Brutus fate, And sought wherewith her own t''accelerate; Know you not death ca n''t be deni''d?
A95995	When him of life Achilles spoyled had, The valiant* Heroe a neer friendship made With brave Aeneas?
A95995	Who Cato would omit, or Cossus, thee?
A95995	Why did Antiquity boast so of its Geryon, and shall not we proclaim our unparrallel''d happinesse in our Charles the second?
A95995	Why dost thou,* Trojan, vows, and prayers neglect?"
A95995	Why"Ixion, or the bloody Lapithae?"
A95995	Would''st[ 83] thou the Tarquins, and stout[ 84]"The fasces from the kings recover''d?
A95995	and Ivica to Ireland?
A95995	and doth discourse between us passe?
A95995	and how secure the People where so experienc''d and watchfull a Pilot sits at the helm?
A95995	and what hideous yells invade"Mine eares?
A95995	and why this difference?"
A95995	and why three Parcae pray?
A95995	ca n''t our Muse As well- accented Threnodies infuse As thine?
A95995	doe you hurry mee"All ready spent?
A95995	doth the God his promise thus make good?"
A95995	for from thence is Aello also derived; or what more commonly accompanied with Celaeno, i. e. obscurity, then windy and tempestuous weather?
A95995	have not we our Geryon?
A95995	his Son?"
A95995	how did I feare Lest thee the Court of Carthage should ensnare?
A95995	how they run,"And round him flock?
A95995	is not our dread Soveraign Lord of three mighty Kingdomes?
A95995	o th''world* three parts, and* three parts of the day?
A95995	or matters it What Hengist utter''d, or how Horsa writ?
A95995	or[ 92] Cossus thee?"
A95995	shall Paper live, And Ink; when Brass and Marble ca n''t withstand This Iron Ages violating hand?
A95995	stay: thy self withdraw not from my sight:"Whom shun''st thou?
A95995	that in our Glocester we In all things dare with your Marcellus vie?
A95995	the Trinity( Highest of mysteries) made up by Three?
A95995	think''st that the Readers itch Of knowing much the Author will enrich?
A95995	thinkst thou thy learned Page, And worthy pains will rellish with this age?
A95995	too pow''rfull had"Appear''d, had you such blessings lasting made:"With what laments shall great Romes burial place"Resound?
A95995	what fun''ral pomps as thou dost passe"By his new grave, sad Tiber, shalt thou see?"
A95995	what in extent?
A95995	what in fertility?
A95995	what more an Aella, i. e. a storm?
A95995	what more an Ocypete, or swift- flying?
A95995	what moved thee, my friend,"To this dark noysom place thy course to bend?
A95995	who on thee could"Take this advantage?
A95995	who the[ 94] Scipiadae?"
A95995	who"[ 96] Serranus, thee tilling thy ground?
A95995	— dirus exclamat Charon, Quó pergis audax?
A65112	''T is a destructive War?
A65112	''Till Calchas was by Force and Threatning wrought: But why — Why dwell I on that anxious Thought?
A65112	( For to what else Protection can we fly,) Seest thou the proud Rutulians, how they dare In Fields, unpunish''d, and insult my Care?
A65112	A Painted Quiver at her Back she bore; Vary''d with Spots, a Linx''s Hide she wore: And at full Cry pursu''d the tusky Boar?
A65112	A Prize in triumph born before your sight, And shun for fear the danger of the Fight?
A65112	After so many Fun''rals of thy own, Art thou restor''d to thy declining Town?
A65112	Ah, cruel Creature, whom dost thou despise?
A65112	Alas, said he, what mean these dismal Cries, What doleful Clamours from the Town arise?
A65112	And am I then preserv''d, and art thou lost?
A65112	And besides, what Virtue is there in a Tragedy, which is not contain''d in an Epick Poem?
A65112	And doubt we yet thro''Dangers to pursue The Paths of Honour, and a Crown in view?
A65112	And how came the Cuisses to be worse temper''d than the rest of his Armour, which was all wrought by Vulcan and his Journey- men?
A65112	And is it thus that Jove his plighted Faith regards?
A65112	And is not Fable then the Life and Subject of Poetry?
A65112	And must I dye, she said, And unreveng''d?
A65112	And shall th''ungrateful Traytor go, she said, My Land forsaken, and my Love betray''d?
A65112	And shall we doubt,( indulging easie Sloath,) To sow, to set, and to reform their growth?
A65112	And that the Gen''rous Mind, releas''d by Death, Can Covet lazy Limbs, and Mortal Breath?
A65112	And various Arts in order did succeed,( What can not endless Labour urg''d by need?)
A65112	And what Subject more fit for such a Pastoral, than that Great Affair which was first notified to the World by one of that Profession?
A65112	And what the Crimes and what the Tortures were, And loud Laments that rent the liquid Air?
A65112	And who can give a Soveraign a better Commendation, or recommend a Heroe more to the affection of the Reader?
A65112	Androgeos fell among us, with his Band, Who thought us Grecians newly come to Land: From whence, said he, my Friends this long delay?
A65112	Are radical Diseases so suddenly remov''d?
A65112	Are these our Scepters?
A65112	Are we condem''d by Fates unjust Decree, No more our Houses and our Homes to see?
A65112	Ausonian Race, of old Renown''d for Peace, and for an Age of Gold, What Madness has your alter''d Minds possess''d, To change for War hereditary Rest?
A65112	Beset with Foes; nor hear''st the Western Gales Invite thy passage, and Inspire thy sails?
A65112	Breathless and tir''d, is all my Fury spent, Or does my glutted Spleen at length relent?
A65112	But answer you; and in your turn relate, What brought you, living, to the Stygian State?
A65112	But are Habits to be introduc''d at three Hours warning?
A65112	But from hence can we infer, that the two Poets write the same History?
A65112	But now what further Hopes for me remain, To see my Friends or Native Soil again?
A65112	But say, what Wounds are these?
A65112	But tell me, Tityrus, what Heav''nly Power Preserv''d your Fortunes in that fatal Hour?
A65112	But to what end did Vlysses make that Journey?
A65112	But truly tell, was it for Force or Guile, Or some Religious End, you rais''d the Pile?
A65112	But was Ovid the Court- Poet so bad a Courtier, as to find no other Plea to excuse himself, than by a plain accusation of his Master?
A65112	But what Reason had our Author to wound Aeneas at so critical a time?
A65112	But what''s the Man, who from afar appears, His Head with Olive crown''d, his Hand a Censer bears?
A65112	But whence are you, what Country claims your Birth?
A65112	But why does Juno Address to her own Substitute?
A65112	But why shou''d the Poet name Cato twice, if he intended the same person?
A65112	But you, what Fates have landed on our Coast, What Gods have sent you, or what Storms have tost?
A65112	Can Heav''nly Minds such high resentment show; Or exercise their Spight in Human Woe?
A65112	Can I without so dear a Father live?
A65112	Can himself assign a more proper Subject of Pastoral, than the Saturnia Regna, the Age and Scene of this kind of Poetry?
A65112	Can we, before the Face of Heav''n, confess Our Courage colder, or our Numbers less?
A65112	Can we, for Example, give the praise of Valour to a Man who shou''d see his Gods prophan''d, and shou''d want the Courage to defend them?
A65112	Cloris, as- tu veu des Déesses Avoir un air si facile& si doux?
A65112	Come, Galatea, come, the Seas forsake; What Pleasures can the Tides with their hoarse Murmurs make?
A65112	Cou''d angry Pallas, with revengeful Spleen, The Grecian Navy burn, and drown the Men?
A65112	Cou''d they not fall unpity''d, on the Plain, But slain revive, and taken, scape again?
A65112	Deep indignation swell''d Saturnia''s Heart: And must I own, she said, my secret Smart?
A65112	Did God, or Man, your Fav''rite Son advise, With War unhop''d the Latians to surprise?
A65112	Did I or Iris give this mad Advice, Or made the Fool himself the fatal Choice?
A65112	Did I perswade to trust his second Troy, To the raw Conduct of a beardless Boy?
A65112	Did I with Fire the Trojan Town deface, Or hinder from return your exil''d Race?
A65112	Did he for this exempt my Life from Fate?
A65112	Did he once look, or lent a list''ning Ear; Sigh''d when I sob''d, or shed one kindly Tear?
A65112	Did we for these Barbarians plant and sow, On these, on these, our happy Fields bestow?
A65112	Did you for this, unhappy me convey Through Foes and Fires to see my House a Prey?
A65112	Do thy broad Hands the forky Lightnings lance, Thine are the Bolts, or the blind work of Chance?
A65112	Do we behold thee, weary''d as we are, With length of Labours, and with Toils of War?
A65112	Does not Fear, Ambition, Avarice, Pride, a Capricio of Honour, and Laziness it self often Triumph over Love?
A65112	Driv''n by the Winds and Errors of the Sea, Or did you Heav''ns Superior Doom obey?
A65112	Extremum hunc Arethusa: — Negat quis Carmina Gallo?
A65112	Feasting our Sense so many various Ways, Say, Is''t thy Bounty, or thy Thirst of Praise?
A65112	Flush''d were his Cheeks, and glowing were his Eyes: Is she thy Care, is she thy Care, he cries?
A65112	For Phoebus, ever true in all he said, Has, in your fate alone, my Faith betray''d?
A65112	For even my own Confession makes against me; and it will always be return''d upon me, Why then did you attempt it?
A65112	For shame, Rutulians, can you bear the sight, Of one expos''d for all, in single Fight?
A65112	For this the Phrygian Fields, and Xanthian Flood Were swell''d with Bodies, and were drunk with Blood?
A65112	For what are else the splendid Miracles of the Metamorphoses?
A65112	For what has she these Grecian Arms bestow''d, But their Destruction, and the Trojans good?
A65112	For what without thy knowledge and avow, Nay more, thy Dictate, durst Juturna do?
A65112	For who wou''d confess weariness, when he enjoin''d a fresh Labour?
A65112	For who wou''d give Physick to the Great when he is uncall''d?
A65112	Forgetful of thy own?
A65112	From what Book of Homer had Virgil his Episode of Nysus and Euryalus, of Mezentius and Lausus?
A65112	HO, Groom, what Shepherd owns those ragged Sheep?
A65112	Has Humaen Nature no other Passion?
A65112	He demands why those several Transformations are mention''d in that Poem?
A65112	Himself I refug''d, and his Train reliev''d; T is true; but am I sure to be receiv''d?
A65112	His Words are these; Moriemur Inultae?
A65112	How cou''d he fasten a blow, or make a thrust, when he was not suffer''d to approach?
A65112	How deep they must be planted, woud''st thou know?
A65112	How is your Doom revers''d, which eas''d my Care; When Troy was ruin''d in that cruel War?
A65112	How light wou''d lye the Turf upon my Breast, If you my Suff''rings in your Songs exprest?
A65112	How lofty Turnus vaunts amidst his Train, In shining Arms, triumphant on the Plain?
A65112	How many of those flatulent Writers have I known, who have sunk in their Reputation, after Seven or Eight Editions of their Works?
A65112	I beaten from the Field?
A65112	I forc''d away?
A65112	I have laugh''d sometimes( for who wou''d always be a Heraclitus?)
A65112	If I can not Copy his Harmonious Numbers, how shall I imitate his noble Flights; where his Thoughts and Words are equally sublime?
A65112	If I survive, shall Troy the less prevail?
A65112	If I took my pleasure, had not you your share of it?
A65112	If none my matchless Valour dares oppose, How long shall Dares wait his dastard Foes?
A65112	If sounding Words are not of our growth and Manufacture, who shall hinder me to Import them from a Foreign Country?
A65112	In the first place, if Tears are Arguments of Cowardise, What shall I say of Homer''s Heroe?
A65112	Iris, the Grace of Heav''n, what Pow''r Divine Has sent thee down, thro''dusky Clouds to shine?
A65112	Is Death so hard to bear?
A65112	Is Versailles the less a New Building, because the Architect of that Palace has imitated others which were built before it?
A65112	Is Wool thy care?
A65112	Is it becoming of the due Respect, And awful Honour of a God Elect, A Wound unworthy of our State to feel; Patient of Human Hands, and earthly Steel?
A65112	Is it for you to ravage Seas and Land, Unauthoriz''d by my supream Command?
A65112	Is there any thing more Sparkish and better humour''d than Venus her accosting her Son in the Desarts of Lybia?
A65112	Is there no invention in some other parts of Virgil''s Aeneis?
A65112	Is there, he said, in Arms who bravely dare, His Leader''s Honour, and his Danger share?
A65112	Is this th''unerring Pow''r?
A65112	Is this, unkind Alexis, my reward, And must I die unpitied, and unheard?
A65112	May I be so bold to ask your Majesty, is it a greater fault to teach the Art of unlawful Love, than to shew it in the Action?
A65112	My Son, from whence this Madness, this neglect Of my Commands, and those whom I protect?
A65112	My tender Infants, or my careful Sire; Whom they returning will to Death require?
A65112	Nor am I ignorant, you both suspect This rising City, which my Hands erect: But shall Coelestial Discord never cease?
A65112	Now Cast by Fortune on this kindred Land, What shou''d our Rest, and rising Walls withstand, Or hinder here to fix our banish''d Band?
A65112	Now cast away the Sword, and quit the Shield: What use of Weapons which you dare not wield?
A65112	Now, where are now thy Vaunts, the fierce Disdain Of proud Mezentius, and the lofty Strain?
A65112	Nunc te facta impia tangunt?
A65112	O Father, can it be, that Souls sublime, Return to visit our Terrestrial Clime?
A65112	O Teucer''s Race, Who durst thy faultless Figure thus deface?
A65112	O dearer than the vital Air I breath, Will you to Grief your blooming Years bequeath?
A65112	O must the wretched Exiles ever mourn, Nor after length of rowl''ing Years return?
A65112	O tell me how his Mothers loss he bears, What hopes are promis''d from his blooming years, How much of Hector in his Face appears?
A65112	O, void of Sense and Courage, Mnestheus cry''d, Where can you hope your Coward Heads to hide?
A65112	Of Man''s Injustice, why shou''d I complain?
A65112	Or by what Man''s Experience was it brought?
A65112	Or come, your Shipping in our Ports to lay, Spent and disabl''d in so long a way?
A65112	Or desperate shou''d he rush and lose his Life, With odds oppress''d, in such unequal strife?
A65112	Or is the Death of a despairing Queen Not worth preventing, though too well foreseen?
A65112	Or seems it Just, the Sister shou''d restore, A second Sword, when one was lost before; And arm a conquer''d Wretch, against his Conqueror?
A65112	Or tell what other Chance conducts your way?
A65112	Or the Metamorphoses of Philomela into that ravishing Bird, which makes the sweetest musick of the Groves?
A65112	Or will the Trojan, and the Tyrian Line, In lasting Leagues, and sure Succession join?
A65112	Or wilt thou, Caesar, chuse the watry Reign, To smooth the Surges, and correct the Main?
A65112	Or young Achilles by his Rival slain?
A65112	Our Host expell''d, what farther Force can stay The Victor Troops from Universal Sway?
A65112	Pasiphea''s monstrous passion for a Bull, is certainly a Subject enough fitted for Bucolic''s?
A65112	Quid prohibetis Aquas?
A65112	Resolve me, Strangers, whence, and what you are; Your Buis''ness here; and bring you Peace or War?
A65112	Scarce had he said, the Prophetess began; What Hopes delude thee, miserable Man?
A65112	See, whom you fly; am I the Foe you shun?
A65112	Servius makes an Interrogation at the Word sic; thus, sic?
A65112	Shall I believe the Syren South again, And, oft betray''d, not know the Monster Main?
A65112	Shall I with this ungrateful Trojan go, Forsake an Empire, and attend a Foe?
A65112	Shall I, my Father, Wife, and Son, behold Welt''ring in Blood, each others Arms infold?
A65112	Shall Troy renew''d be forc''d, and fir''d again?
A65112	Shall bold Aeneas ride Of Safety certain, on th''uncertain Tide?
A65112	Shall ever I behold the Latian Plain, Or see Laurentum''s lofty Tow''rs again?
A65112	Shall she triumphant sail before the Wind, And leave in Flames, unhappy Troy behind?
A65112	Shall such Affronts as these, alone inflame The Grecian Brothers, and the Grecian Name?
A65112	Shall then a single Sword such Slaughter boast, And pass unpunish''d from a Num''rous Hoast?
A65112	Shall we not Arm, not rush from ev''ry Street, To follow, sink, and burn his perjur''d Fleet?
A65112	Shou''d I to doubtful Arms your Youth betray, What wou''d my Kinsmen, the Rutulians, say?
A65112	Sleeps our lov''d Lord?
A65112	Sollicite Arms unknown, and tempt the Sword,( A needless Ill your Ancestors abhorr''d?)
A65112	Star of the Morning, why dost thou delay?
A65112	Still are you Hector''s, or is Hector fled, And his Remembrance lost in Pyrrhus Bed?
A65112	Such dangers as on Seas are often seen, And oft befall to miserable Men?
A65112	Tell me, ye Trojans, for that Name you own, Nor is your Course upon our Coasts unknown; Say what you seek, and whither were you bound?
A65112	Th''Aminean many a Consulship survives, And longer than the Lydian Vintage lives?
A65112	The God foretold you shou''d not die, before You reach''d, secure from Seas, th''Italian Shore?
A65112	The Harlot- smiles of her dissembling Face, And to her Faith commit the Trojan Race?
A65112	The Heroe, who beheld with wond''ring Eyes, The Tumult mix''d with Shrieks, Laments, and Cries; Ask''d of his Guide, what the rude Concourse meant?
A65112	The Name and Fortune of your Native Place, The Fame and Valour of the Phrygian Race?
A65112	The Sun reveals the Secrets of the Sky; And who dares give the Source of Light the Lye?
A65112	The Trojan stood astonish''d at their Cries; And ask''d his Guide, from whence those Yells arise?
A65112	The disposition of so many various matters, is not that his own?
A65112	The same Aeneas whom fair Venus bore To fam''d Anchises on th''Idaean Shore?
A65112	Then Fates to Fates I cou''d oppose; but now, When Fortune still pursues her former Blow, What can I hope?
A65112	Then Nisus, thus: Or do the Gods inspire This warmth, or make we Gods of our Desire?
A65112	Then am I vanquish''d, must I yield, said she, And must the Trojans reign in Italy?
A65112	Then thus the mighty Ruler of the Main, What may not Venus hope, from Neptune''s Reign?
A65112	Then to his Fellows thus aloud he calls, What rowling Clouds, my Friends, approach the Walls?
A65112	Then, shall I see Laurentum in a flame, Which only wanted to compleat my shame?
A65112	Then, shall I seek alone the Churlish Crew, Or with my Fleet their flying Sails pursue?
A65112	These our due Rewards?
A65112	Think on whose Faith th''Adult''rous Youth rely''d; Who promis''d, who procur''d the Spartan Bride?
A65112	Think you the Grecians from your Coasts are gone, And are Ulysses Arts no better known?
A65112	Think you these Tears, this pompous Train of Woe, Are known, or valu''d by the Ghosts below?
A65112	Think''st thou I can my share of Glory yield, Or send thee unassisted to the Field?
A65112	Think''st thou thus unintomb''d to cross the Floods, To view the Furies, and Infernal Gods; And visit, without leave, the dark abodes?
A65112	This endless outrage shall they still sustain?
A65112	To a Man who shou''d abandon his Father, or desert his King in his last Necessity?
A65112	To bring it to the Trial, will you dare Our Pipes, our Skill, our Voices to compare?
A65112	To do his Patient no good, and indanger himself for his Prescription?
A65112	To raise such Mountains on the troubl''d Main?
A65112	To see my Son, and such a Son, resign His Life a Ransom for preserving mine?
A65112	To view, with Mortal Eyes, our dark Retreats, Tumults and Torments of th''Infernal Seats?
A65112	Twice have our Foes been vanquish''d on the Plain; Then shall I wait till Turnus will be slain?
A65112	Vile Vetches wou''d you sow, or Lentils lean, The Growth of Egypt, or the Kidney- bean?
A65112	Vultis& his mecum pariter considere Regnis?
A65112	Was I the Cause of Mischief, or the Man, Whose lawless Lust the bloody War began?
A65112	Was I to raise the Pile, the Pow''rs invoke, Not to be present at the fatal Stroke?
A65112	Was''t not enough, that, punish''d for the Crime, They fell; but will they fall a second Time?
A65112	Were you by stress of Weather cast a- ground?
A65112	What Buis''ness brought thee to my dark abode?
A65112	What Chiefs, and Champions fell on either side, In Combat slain, or by what Deaths they dy''d?
A65112	What Fate, O Goddess born, what angry Pow''rs Have cast you shipwrack''d on our barren Shores?
A65112	What Fear or Hope on either part divides Our Heav''ns, and arms our Pow''rs on diff''rent sides?
A65112	What Forms of Law, among the Ghosts were us''d?
A65112	What Lawns or Woods withheld you from his Aid, Ye Nymphs, when Gallus was to Love betray''d; To Love, unpity''d by the cruel Maid?
A65112	What Nations now to Juno''s Pow''r will pray, Or Off''rings on my slighted Altars lay?
A65112	What Notes invent, what new Petitions move?
A65112	What Tongue can tell the Slaughter of that Night?
A65112	What avails it me to acknowledge freely, that I have not been able to do him right in any line?
A65112	What cou''d be more judiciously contriv''d, when this was the Aeneid which he chose to read before his Master?
A65112	What did the Youth, when Love''s unerring Dart Transfixt his Liver; and inflam''d his heart?
A65112	What end of Labours has your Will decreed?
A65112	What envious Pow''r, O Friend, Brought your lov''d life to this disastrous end?
A65112	What farther hopes are left thee to pursue Divine Aeneas,( and thou know''st it too,) Fore- doom''d to these Coelestial Seats is due?
A65112	What force have I but those, whom scarce before I drew reluctant from their Native Shore?
A65112	What great Occasion call''d you hence to Rome?
A65112	What greater Ills hereafter can you bear?
A65112	What greater sign of Love, than Fear and Concernment for the Lover?
A65112	What had become of me, if Virgil had tax''d me with another Book?
A65112	What have I said?
A65112	What have my Scylla''s and my Sirtes done, When these they overpass, and those they shun?
A65112	What heart cou''d wish, what hand inflict this dire Disgrace?
A65112	What hope remains, but what my Death must give?
A65112	What length of Lands, what Oceans have you pass''d, What Storms sustain''d, and on what Shores been cast?
A65112	What magick has bewitch''d the woolly Dams, And what ill Eyes beheld the tender Lambs?
A65112	What more can you desire, your Welcome sure, Your Fleet in safety, and your Friends secure?
A65112	What more frequent then a Storm at Sea, upon the rising of Orion?
A65112	What more than Madness has possess''d your Brains?
A65112	What new Disgrace Deforms the Manly Features of thy Face?
A65112	What right hast thou to rule the Latian State, And send us out to meet our certain Fate?
A65112	What seek you, Strangers, on our Lybian Earth?
A65112	What shou''d He do, who twice had lost his Love?
A65112	What shou''d I tell of Tempests on the Main, Of Eolus usurping Neptune''s Reign?
A65112	What thanks can wretched Fugitives return, Who scatter''d thro''the World in exile mourn?
A65112	What then is Fate?
A65112	What will not that presuming Shepherd dare, Who thinks his Voice with Phoebus may compare?
A65112	What will they say of their deserting Chief?
A65112	What with more decence were in silence kept, And but for this unjust Reproach had slept?
A65112	What, not contented with our Oxen slain, Dare you with Heav''n an impious War maintain, And drive the Harpies from their Native Reign?
A65112	When have I urg''d him meanly to demand The Tuscan Aid, and arm a quiet Land?
A65112	When you lay snug to snap young Damon''s Goat?
A65112	Where Pride is humbled, Vertue rewarded, and Vice punish''d; and those more amply treated, than the narrowness of the Drama can admit?
A65112	Where is all thy boasted Pity gone, And Promise of the Skies to thy deluded Son?
A65112	Where is there the whole process of her Passion, and all its violent Effects to be found, in the languishing Episode of the Odysses?
A65112	Where make a stand?
A65112	Where shall I find his Corps, what Earth sustains His Trunk dismember''d, and his cold Remains?
A65112	Where shall we fix, where shall our Labours end, Whom shall we follow, and what Fate attend?
A65112	Whether wou''d you run?
A65112	Whether, O Coward,( thus he calls aloud, Nor found he spoke to Wind, and chas''d a Cloud;) Why thus forsake your Bride?
A65112	Who can omit the Gracchi, who declare The Scipio''s Worth, those Thunderbolts of War, The double Bane of Carthage?
A65112	Who formost, and who last, Heroick Maid, On the cold Earth were by thy Courage laid?
A65112	Who has not heard the story of your Woes?
A65112	Who knows what Hazards thy Delay may bring?
A65112	Who sent you down from Heav''n, involv''d in Air, Your share of Mortal Sorrows to sustain, And see your Brother bleeding on the Plain?
A65112	Who, but so known a Dastard, dares to say?
A65112	Whom Turnus, whom the Trojan Heroe kill''d: Who shar''d the Fame, and fortune of the Field?
A65112	Why didst thou me, unhappy me, create?
A65112	Why do you then these needless Arms prepare, And thus provoke a People prone to War?
A65112	Why dost thou thus my bury''d Body rend?
A65112	Why shou''d I fawn, what have I worse to fear?
A65112	Why shou''d a reasonable Man put it into the power of Fortune to make him miserable, when his Ancestours have taken care to release him from her?
A65112	Why shou''d my Muse enlarge on Lybian Swains; Their scatter''d Cottages, and ample Plains?
A65112	Why some were ferry''d o''re, and some refus''d?
A65112	Why then does Neptune call them His?
A65112	Why these insulting Words, this waste of Breath, To Souls undaunted, and secure of Death?
A65112	Why this protracted War?
A65112	Why this unmanly Rage?
A65112	Why to the Shore the thronging People bent?
A65112	Why wilt thou rush to certain Death, and Rage In rash Attempts, beyond thy tender Age: Betray''d by pious Love?
A65112	Why, Daphnis, dost thou search in old Records, To know the Seasons when the Stars arise?
A65112	Why, Gallus, this immod''rate Grief, he cry''d: Think''st thou that Love with Tears is satisfi''d?
A65112	Why, O my loving Lord, whose Frown I fear, And can not, unconcern''d, your Anger bear; Why urge you thus my Grief?
A65112	Will perpetrate on them their first Design, And take the forfeit of their heads for mine?
A65112	Will they again Embark at my desire, Once more sustain the Seas, and quit their second Tyre?
A65112	With Walls unfinish''d, which himself forsakes, And thro''the Waves a wand''ring Voyage makes?
A65112	Ye Gods, Natives, or Denizons, of blest Abodes; From whence these Murmurs, and this change of Mind, This backward Fate from what was first design''d?
A65112	Ye brave young Men, what equal Gifts can we, In recompencc of such Desert, decree?
A65112	You know too well I feed my Father''s Flock: What can I wager from the common Stock?
A65112	You term it Prudence, what I Baseness call: Cou''d such a Word from such a Parent fall?
A65112	and can''st thou drown Thy needful Cares, so near a Hostile Town?
A65112	and wept on less occasions than Aeneas?
A65112	and what may yet be done?
A65112	cou''d this frail Being give, That I have been so covetous to live?
A65112	from whence Art thou so late return''d for our Defence?
A65112	from whence This bold Attempt, this Rebel Insolence?
A65112	have you lately seen, she said, One of my Sisters, like my self array''d; Who crost the Lawn, or in the Forest stray''d?
A65112	is vanish''d Troy''s Offence?
A65112	or do we fear in vain Thy boasted Thunder, and thy thoughtless Reign?
A65112	shall Achilles pass for timorous because he wept?
A65112	she said, Or if a Ghost, then where is Hector''s Shade?
A65112	this useful Science taught?
A65112	to lose thy self and Me?
A65112	what Arms employ, What fruitless Force to free the Captive Boy?
A65112	what Fury reigns?
A65112	what Praises can be paid To Love so great, to such transcendent Store Of early Worth, and sure Presage of more?
A65112	what hopes he more, From his long ling''ring on a hostile Shore?
A65112	what worse can still succeed?
A65112	where am I?
A65112	whether on thy way so fast?
A65112	while here I was enchain''d, No glimpse of Godlike Liberty remain''d?
A65112	whither can we run?
A65112	whither do you fly?
A65112	— sola insuperabile Fatum Nata, movere paras?
A14487	''gainst whom do ye vow This mischief great?
A14487	( Now known) Oh why dost thou thy sonne delude With oft false shapes?
A14487	Aeneas stood amaz''d, dampt with that din, And said; Faire lady, tell me, what''s within?
A14487	Aeneas( with this noise much mov''d, amaz''d) Sayes to the priestly maid, Pray, vvhence is rais''d This flocking to the floud?
A14487	Aeneas, why dost teare Distressed me?
A14487	Ah st ● y vvith me, fly not away so fast, Whom shun''st thou?
A14487	Ah, shall they ever In strict besiegements restlessely persever?
A14487	Ah, whither go I?
A14487	Alas( fond fool) know''● t thou not fully yet?
A14487	Alas( sayes he) what seas, what shores me hold?
A14487	Alas, vvhat should he take in hand?
A14487	All now slighted?
A14487	Am I immortall?
A14487	And Libyck Locrians woefully annoy''d?
A14487	And Troy by furious flames bring to decay?
A14487	And all in vain?
A14487	And art thou he should''st be the staffe and stay Of mine old age?
A14487	And cause them whom with me I scarce could force From their Sidonian city, take recourse To sea again?
A14487	And couldst thou vvork so great, so grosse a cheat?
A14487	And did I fit This pile for this?
A14487	And down she sunk, long first, at last she spake: Is''t a true face?
A14487	And drench thee in the deep?
A14487	And even within your citie- walls surrounded, Shall so many by slaughter be confounded Within your town, and he unpunisht go?
A14487	And first she sayes; Sirs, saw ye, shew me, pray, Any of my sisters wandring by this way?
A14487	And great Aeneas on false blasts to thrust?
A14487	And how great Iove on him his favours poures?
A14487	And how she swels with furies tympanie?
A14487	And in faire streams fallacious dreams to trust?
A14487	And make our shores so oft sweat streams of bloud?
A14487	And must Asc ● nius loose his Rom ● ne crown?
A14487	And must a second Diomedes rise Against my Trojans?
A14487	And must so vile a voice of last- will stand, And such a foule nefarious fact command?
A14487	And must their foes again spoile springing Troy, Another Grecian armie them annoy?
A14487	And or on horse or foot durst him encounter, But he was ever found his farre surmounter?
A14487	And prosecute, and persecute him flying, And teare their ships, ● nd burn them where th''are lying?
A14487	And shall I flie?
A14487	And shall I suffer(''t is the last annoy Which onely yet remains) our buildings flame, And not resist dire Drances foretold shame?
A14487	And shall that stragler in my realm me flout?
A14487	And shatter them i''th''sea?
A14487	And should it now be shame in me to die?
A14487	And straight she seem''d to say, my plaints to end, What good is got, such fruitlesse pains to spend, Deare Pheere?
A14487	And that strange turmoiles variously infest i ●?
A14487	And thus he sayes; What feare surrounds you all, O still dull Tyrrhons, ne''re to be lamented?
A14487	And thus she stands, and thus breathes out hearts wo; What shall I do?
A14487	And turn''d to ashes all Troyes navy great?
A14487	And was Troy fir''d, yet could not burned be?
A14487	And were they captiv''d, yet could not be tane?
A14487	And what should he do now?
A14487	And what strange structure may he take in hand, If fates befriend him?
A14487	And what then?
A14487	And where''s thy faith so often plighted?
A14487	And who can thee, grave Cato, here omit?
A14487	And whom herein did frantick I hold cleare, And not accuse?
A14487	And why do those the livid waves vvith oares So swiftly sweep, to get unto you shores?
A14487	And why is''t not, I pray, As great a pity that with bloudy broile Your Trojans should infest our Latines soile?
A14487	And why shouldst thou so oftentimes expose Our wretched natives to such certain woes?
A14487	And yet did we him from his tents entice?
A14487	And yet dost there alone in this left plain, Tracing thy coach about, here still remain?
A14487	And you with unknown warres so much infests?
A14487	Are we thus rais''d to regall dignitie?
A14487	Art thou Aeneas, whom Anchises old On Venus got, by Phrygian Simois cold?
A14487	At last she thus, even of her own accord, Speaks to Aeneas; Faithlesse, oh, abhor''d, And didst thou hope to play the counterfeit?
A14487	At last, as we desir''d, heaven sent us aid, And time thereto most fitly for us made: For why?
A14487	Bring''st thou( my sonne) this woefull news to me?
A14487	But Dido found( oh, vvho can love delude?)
A14487	But change the times: Is not the state as free?
A14487	But great Aeneas stretcht his unarm''d hand, As he bare- headed without helm did stand, And calls aloud to''s mates; O whither flock y ●?
A14487	But if these glories great him nought inflame, And that he''s loath to labour for such, fame; Yet shall the father envie''s sonnes renown?
A14487	But thus she fills the heavens with plaints and cries; On thee, Euryalus, cast I mine eyes?
A14487	But to what end is this?
A14487	But vvhy stay I you?
A14487	But what be ye?
A14487	But what faire windes, what fates thee thus directed?
A14487	But what of this?
A14487	But what renowned prince doth yonder stand, Crown''d with a sacred olive- branch?
A14487	But what strange chance hath brought thee( thus) alive To us?
A14487	But who are ye?
A14487	But who''d have thought Trojans should e''re come nigh Those parts?
A14487	But why may not dame Venus brat prove so?
A14487	By honour''d death make haste his life to lose?
A14487	Can I not keep Troyes king from Italy?
A14487	Can mortall things immortall states possesse?
A14487	Can wretches such dire love t''earths light retain?
A14487	Cause fates forbid: Could Pallas potently Fire all the Grecian fleet, the Greeks all drown For one mans fault, even Ajax mad love known?
A14487	Charybdis vaste, to me: Since they in their wisht Tyber lodged be, In spight of seas and me?
A14487	Could neither our love, nor plighted faith thee stay?
A14487	Could they through thickest troops and burnings flee?
A14487	Delayes by ditches, thus to pride their minde?
A14487	Did I e''re flie?
A14487	Did any, either God or man, compell Your sonne Aeneas unto battells fell?
A14487	Didst thou once sigh at all my flouds of teares?
A14487	Didst thou vvith sorrowing eyes behold my feares?
A14487	Do those cloud- hid flames vainly fright mans breast?
A14487	Do you not blush at such a base retreat?
A14487	Dost thou not see How many dangers do environ thee?
A14487	Doth art or nature faint in pedegree?
A14487	Endanger''d he his life through our advise, By windes, at sea?
A14487	Equall me not our foes In number and in magnanimitie?
A14487	Ergò ibit in ignes, Magnáque doctiloqui morietur Musa Maronis?
A14487	Even thee whom I begat?
A14487	Fabricius, mightie in his mean estate?
A14487	Feare shews a cowards heart: ah how hath he Been tost by fates?
A14487	Feel''st thou not mightier force and fates unkinde?
A14487	Fly''st thou from me?
A14487	Fly''st thou not hence in haste, whiles thou mayst flie?
A14487	For by thy voice and face I thee esteem No mortall: but a Goddesse sure thou art: Ioves sister, or some nymph?
A14487	For now no more I may Thee husband call: Why longer do I stay?
A14487	For now, me thinks, I heare and see them all Dying and crying as they wounded fall ▪ VVhat shall I do?
A14487	For this, deare mother, hast thou been my stay, And refuge from all darts and deadly fire?
A14487	For this?
A14487	For vvhy should I dissemble now vvith thee?
A14487	For what advise, what fortune help me might?
A14487	For what should I forsaken, thee first blame?
A14487	For why?
A14487	For why?
A14487	For, what do I?
A14487	From mothers bosomes thus to steal a way Betrothed virgins, wives by force t''obtain?
A14487	From whom dost thou take flight?
A14487	Great Hectors Deare, art( still) stout Pyrrhus mate?
A14487	Great Iove, was this thy will that with such rage Those men should meet, which in ensuing age Should in eternall peace spend all their dayes?
A14487	Great fire of mortalls and of Gods supernall, The mightie moderatour, wise, eternall;( For, but thy power, what else may more be had?)
A14487	Had it not better been t''have stay''d in Troy, And seen their countreys burning, last annoy?
A14487	Hast thou me thus deceiv''d?
A14487	Hast thou( as I had hope) got victorie O''re this hard task?
A14487	Hath heaven me hither brought, for this poore hope?
A14487	Have I for this, through sea, land, followed thee?
A14487	Have they not seen Troyes walls, by Neptune wrought,( Maugre their might) to ashes to be brought?
A14487	He weeping staid, and said, See, kinde Achates, What place, what parts abound not with our woes?
A14487	Her parents, children, husband, home to see?
A14487	Her sonne, which rules the world and starrie skie, Unto his mother made this brief replie; Whither( deare mother) wouldst thou fates incline?
A14487	Him he encounters thus; Dost thou build high Great Carthage towers?
A14487	Himself with his drawn sword to shore doth flie, And from the bank aloud aloof doth crie; Young men, what forc''d you to this unknown vvay?
A14487	His sonne?
A14487	How many bodies slain And gasping soules did at thy feet remain?
A14487	How rare a realm, by such a spouse as he?
A14487	I had forbidden Latium all debates Against the Trojans: then, vvhat discontent Is this, thus rais''d''gainst our commandement?
A14487	Idomeneus towns, and Gods destroy''d?
A14487	If Trojans trimme our troops, what matchlesse praise Shall Tyrians to their noble actions raise?
A14487	If( Turnus slain) I make these foes friends kinde, Why rather do I not, while he''s alive, An end of these fierce fights with speed contrive?
A14487	Impudent love, what is''t thou''lt not inforce?
A14487	Intreat ye for your dead?
A14487	Iove thus begins; Great Gods, what mean ye so Against your own decrees thus crosse to go?
A14487	Iris cloudie flight?
A14487	Is this my labours, this my travells scope?
A14487	Is this the palm, the prize of pietie?
A14487	Iupiter smiling on her, said, most milde, Thou art Ioves sister and Saturnus childe: Yet can thy breast enchest such anger still?
A14487	La''coon first with troops attended then, Runnes from the tower, fiercely cries out, Poore men, What follie''s this?
A14487	Let''s out against them, why dost thou delay?
A14487	Make but a skarre- crow sound?
A14487	Mecoenas asked him again, how a man might conserve from ruine a faire and flourishing estate?
A14487	Might not thy woefull mother first have known Thy parting hence, and ta''ne last sad farewell, Before such bitter dangers thee befell?
A14487	Must I live by thy death?
A14487	Must Maro''s marrow of pure poëtrie, Most learned lines in furious fire so frie?
A14487	Must thou needs burn?
A14487	Must thou thy Troy through furious vvaves procure?
A14487	Must, great king, said she, Our daughter deare Lavinia married be Unto those Trojan vagrants?
A14487	Nay, forc''d to weare such weapons?
A14487	Nisus here made stay, And( but in vain) finding his friend away, O where( sayes he) Euryalus, have I, Unhappie I, thee left in miserie?
A14487	No Xanthus, Si ● ois?
A14487	Nor wofull Dido dying stop thy flight?
A14487	Now then shall we To spread our fame by facts base cowards be?
A14487	Now( sure) my supreme power as tyr''d must lie; And must I rest, yet wrath not satisfie?
A14487	O God desse sonne, liv''st thou?
A14487	O Greeks great Diomedes, tell me why, Why by thy hands in Troyes camps died not I?
A14487	O brain- sick man, seest thou not friendly blasts Breathing abroad?
A14487	O but the fortune of a fight''s unsure: What then?
A14487	O could I not his corps in pieces teare?
A14487	O father deare( sayes he) Can sacred soules from hence translated be To heaven?
A14487	O shall I ne''re Hectorean rivers see?
A14487	O shallow sight of priests, what good do votes?
A14487	O sister, was this it?
A14487	O what a citie( sister) shall wee see?
A14487	O what dire deed hath soil''d thy lovely cheeks?
A14487	O what hard- hearted Greek, Vlysses, could From teares, large flouds of teares his eyes withhold?
A14487	O whither should I go to follow thee?
A14487	O who had power to use, abuse thee so?
A14487	O who is he, brave sparks, amongst you all,( Sayes he) with me first on our foes dares fall?
A14487	O whom may I thee deem?
A14487	O whom( fierce ladie) didst thou slay i''th''fields, Both first and last?
A14487	O why should I our fir''d fleet call to minde In Sicils shore?
A14487	O why so light Turn I so oft?
A14487	O, vvho that nights great slaughter, vvoes great wound Can explicate?
A14487	Of Gracchus great?
A14487	Of Theseus stout?
A14487	Of his lost countrey has the boy a thought?
A14487	Oh, vvhere''s firm faith?
A14487	Old favours ought with thankfulnesse be paid: But say I would, who herein would me aid?
A14487	Or Calydone, such plagues to tolerate?
A14487	Or Gods, or men, or what In all Troyes wrack held I more harsh then that?
A14487	Or Grecian gifts want sly Vlysses head?
A14487	Or can Aeneas sail free from distresse?
A14487	Or dream that better fates attend on me?
A14487	Or for to make king Latine thus his foe?
A14487	Or have the ancient noble vertues wrought In his young pregnant heart, of''s father 〈 ◊ 〉 Aeneas, or of''s uncle Hector brave?
A14487	Or in those heels of thine flying like winde?
A14487	Or of couragious Cossus silent sit?
A14487	Or till Iarbas captiv''d- me annoy?
A14487	Or to these toiles hath fortune forced thee?
A14487	Or what request for them is this of thine?
A14487	Or why this tyrants facts most foule rehearse?
A14487	Or, when( great Iove) thou on us earthly kings Dost flash forth lightnings, feare we this in jest?
A14487	Or, who does thee from our embraces fright?
A14487	Perfidious Troj ● ns, must fierce vvarre proceed For our slain beeves and goats?
A14487	Pleaseth you them with us to celebrate, And at our tables us t''associate?
A14487	Pray peace, by legates, yet warres prae- ordain?
A14487	Regard''st thou not whose land thou now dost hold?
A14487	See''st thou not sensibly the perjurie Of Trojans?
A14487	Seest thou( sayes he) that princely youth most faire, Which leans on''s headlesse lance?
A14487	Seest thou( sayes she to him) What looks look on us?
A14487	Serranus, plow- man, yet Romes potentate?
A14487	Shall I my sonne heare and reply most plain?
A14487	Shall I not once more yet my self betake To Laurents walls and warres?
A14487	Shall Trojan strangers thee supplant, and reigne?
A14487	Shall feare affright us from Ausonia land?
A14487	Shall he so many choice youths overthrow?
A14487	Shall no town yet old Troy rememorize?
A14487	Shall not mine armies help, and all flie out?
A14487	Shall not these fearefull rooms( till thou dost pray) Ope their wide mouths?
A14487	Shall she you up and down so hunt and chase?
A14487	Shalt not thou by Diana''s dart now die?
A14487	She ceast; her face flat on the bed did lie; And shall we( sayes she) unrevenged die?
A14487	Shew''dst thou teare- passion, least compassion kinde, O''recome vvith sorrow at my love- sick minde?
A14487	Should I in such great straits leave thee alone?
A14487	Should not all women to them hatefull be?
A14487	Straight Mnestheus said; Sirs, whither flie ye, scud ye, thus afraid?
A14487	Supposest thou from us secure to be?
A14487	Sweet Goddesse, where''s thy trust''twixt me and thee?
A14487	Tell me likewise; what seas did drive Thee to these parts?
A14487	Tell me, faire Muses, what so mightie power, Permitted not such fierce flames to devoure?
A14487	That I should see i''th''heart and heat of ire, My father, wife, and my Ascanius tender, In one anothers bloud, their lives surrender By furious foes?
A14487	The furies flouds, unbidden, leave thy shore?
A14487	The men, their might, and dire warre- wracked case?
A14487	Then father Vulcan bound in loves sweet chains, Reply''d, and said, Sweet soule, what thee constrains To use such farre fetcht phrases unto me?
A14487	Then grave Anchises thus his minde did blaze; O harbrous land, bringest thou battells great?
A14487	Then let us die: Thus?
A14487	Then when a third branch I more strongly tore, And with both knees to th''ground me strugling bore,( Speak may I, or be still?)
A14487	There, as a queen, her triumphs to maintain?
A14487	Think''st thou that graves or ghosts will this supply?
A14487	Thinkst thou, deare father, I''le thee leave and flie?
A14487	This said, thus pray''d, his prayers were not in vai; For why?
A14487	Thus he; and thus the priest her minde expres ●; Whence, Palinure, comes this thy rash request?
A14487	Thus heaven and earth without me to molest?
A14487	Thus one mans life for many''s to expose To danger great?
A14487	Thus then sayes Nisus to Euryalus; Deare brother, have the Gods enflamed thus Our hearts with love?
A14487	Thus to him then unknown the sea- nymph spake; Faire Goddesse sonne, Aeneas, art th''awake?
A14487	Thy promise to our cousen Turnus great?
A14487	Thy wonted care of kindred?
A14487	To be immur''d in trenches now again, Twice captiv''d Phrygians?
A14487	To dare, my streams with such fierce flouds t''infest?
A14487	To love- sick soules what good do temples notes?
A14487	To make a league with adverse Tuscanes stout, Or peacefull nations, thus with warres burst out?
A14487	To plow in others fields, to catch the prey?
A14487	To tread these sad and sunlesse wearying wayes?
A14487	To vvhom dost thou me leave, now like to die?
A14487	To vvhom me thy late vvife dost thou leave heare?
A14487	To what end hath he scapt warres mischiefs past?
A14487	To whom Aeneas; Whither dost thou flie?
A14487	To whom the Tuscane, having ta''ne some breath, Fierce bitter foe, why so dost threaten death?
A14487	To whom thus Iuno full of teares replies; But what if Iove, what he in words denies, Would grant in heart, and T ● rnus life make sure?
A14487	To whom thy father, thy Iülus deare?
A14487	To whom vvith drowsie eyes sayes Palinure; Wouldst thou me make in calmie seas secure?
A14487	Turnus supposing now Aeneas fled, Nourisht vain hope, which thus he uttered; Aeneas, whither fly''st thou?
A14487	Unhappie I, What now remains, but exiles miserie?
A14487	VVhat God enforc''d this fraud?
A14487	VVhat better walls or bulwarks would ye have?
A14487	VVhat gift may to thy goodnesse congruent be From kinde Aeneas?
A14487	VVhat means this huge horse?
A14487	VVhat noise they make?
A14487	VVhat plot?
A14487	VVhat proper prize to Nisus will you yeeld, VVho did deserve first honour of the field, Had not fierce fate, as Salius, thwarted me?
A14487	VVhat tends me wretch, but mischiefs manifold?
A14487	VVhat?
A14487	VVhat?
A14487	VVhere might he first begin to break his minde?
A14487	VVhere now was Iuno?
A14487	VVhere''s now great Eryx, our warre- master stout, Vainly renown''d?
A14487	VVhich fairely seen, Volscens aloud did say; Stay, masters, stay, why passe ye on this way?
A14487	VVhy am I tyr''d to tell of Fabius gr ● ● t?
A14487	VVhy are ye arm''d?
A14487	VVhy do such dark black mists his head so hide?
A14487	VVhy dost thou on facts past thy strength thee cast?
A14487	VVhy his Ausonian race, Lavinian strands Neglects he thus?
A14487	VVhy strive ye partially against our fates?
A14487	VVhy things unsavourie do I thus revievv?
A14487	VVill to my troops of souldiers come to passe, VVhich followed me in fight?
A14487	VVith vvhat circumlocutions might he dare, This to th''enamoured queen now to declare?
A14487	VVouldst thou so slily hence have stoln away?
A14487	VVouldst thou unburied, Styxes stream pa ● ● e o''re?
A14487	WHy dost thou( Maro) doom unto the fire Those loftie raptures, which all times admire, Hugging thy genius?
A14487	Was it to see thy wofull brothers bane?
A14487	Was''t we that first o''return''d Troyes triviall treasure?
A14487	Was''t we, or he, that for his lustfull pleasure Brought Greeks to your poore Trojans?
A14487	What God did thee thus to our confines drive?
A14487	What God so great can in this case be free?
A14487	What Halcyon dayes?
A14487	What battells shall they fight?
A14487	What can I say, or do, to gratifie So great desert?
A14487	What damned soules?
A14487	What dayes were those, when Attick streams did swell Higher at Rome, then at the Thespian well?
A14487	What dayes, said I?
A14487	What dost thou build?
A14487	What else?
A14487	What fear''st thou?
A14487	What flight is this?
A14487	What force to free the young man from distresse?
A14487	What fretfull feare does those, or these incense, To use their swords and shields with violence?
A14487	What honoured stemmes so rare a branch could raise?
A14487	What loytring hopes in Libya''s land appeare?
A14487	What madnesse great drave you to Italie?
A14487	What means God Neptune by this dread?
A14487	What means he?
A14487	What means remains whereby thy sister may Shield or assist thee?
A14487	What my poore Trojans to such ruine brought?
A14487	What rude conditions on this soile see we?
A14487	What say I?
A14487	What so foule fact could Centaures perpetrate?
A14487	What so great sloth hath you so circumvented?
A14487	What strange adventure to these banks them toules?
A14487	What though thou sought''st no other unknown place, Or forrain parts?
A14487	What thoughts hadst thou, poore Dido, at this sight?
A14487	What towre may taken be?
A14487	What trust in triviall trenches can they see?
A14487	What yet remains?
A14487	What''s Scylla sharp?
A14487	What, shall a woman force you to pale face?
A14487	What, were not all in Troyes fierce battells slain?
A14487	What, wilt thou still Mars in thy mouth display?
A14487	What?
A14487	What?
A14487	When thou in straits shalt be, what nations great, What Latian towns shalt not thou lowly entreat?
A14487	Whence is this sudden storm, so bright and cleare?
A14487	Where are thy parted parts, thy joynts disjoyn''d?
A14487	Where rashly runnes he?
A14487	Where shall we seat our selves?
A14487	Where vvould ye land?
A14487	Where''s young Ascanius?
A14487	Where, in what land may I thee buried finde?
A14487	Whereat Mezentius, in a ragefull fret, Cries out, Fierce wretch, why dost thou thus in vain Me vex, perplex?
A14487	Whereat first Caicus from a crosse bank cries, Faire friends, what cloud- like troop doth yonder rise?
A14487	Whereat he cries, A ● as, vvhat clouds o''respread The heavens?
A14487	Which( first) may I say''s vvorst?
A14487	Whither, deare sonne, shall I now follow thee?
A14487	Who e''re thou art, that arm''d wouldst sail this way, Say, what''s thy will?
A14487	Who is this our so noble new- come guest?
A14487	Who knows not Troy, and brave Aeneas race?
A14487	Who seemed thus him to advise again: Canst thou, O Goddesse sonne, asleep remain In such a state as this?
A14487	Who, unreveng''d, durst him in arms assail?
A14487	Whom follow we?
A14487	Whom spying richly arm''d puft up with pride, Why fly''st thou hence( sayes she) and turn''st aside?
A14487	Why am I freed thus from a dying state, Whereby I might these great griefs terminate, And in hels depth with thee poore brother range?
A14487	Why art so wounded?
A14487	Why beare ye blades?
A14487	Why didst thou me reject for thy deaths mate?
A14487	Why draw''st thou back?
A14487	Why for th''alarm, seem we thus basely fled?
A14487	Why fretst thou?
A14487	Why gave he me lifes immortalitie?
A14487	Why hastes thou hence?
A14487	Why hath he fled through Grecian flames at last?
A14487	Why have ye flown from us Your vowed friends?
A14487	Why should I Neoptolems realms rehearse?
A14487	Why should I mention all his murthers fierce?
A14487	Why so insult''st thou?
A14487	Why speak I of Lapitha, Ixion, And Pirithous?
A14487	Why talk I of our Tyrian warres burst out, And of thy greedy brothers threatnings stout?
A14487	Why then turns he deaf eares to my request?
A14487	Why with this creeping jarre our peace thus mock ye?
A14487	Will neither Greeks nor Arpians us aid?
A14487	Wilt thou not first thy feeble father finde, Left in much woe?
A14487	With Trojan lords and ladies there to be Attended on?
A14487	With skies faire face have I so oft been gull''d?
A14487	Yea even Ascanius that young Trojan boy Slay with the sword, and mince in mamacks small, And dish on''s fathers board to feast withall?
A14487	all flown out?
A14487	and again Attend him, when he vanquisht doth remain?
A14487	and bid me beare the palmes away?
A14487	and could''st thou run away,( Hard- hearted boy) and leave me all alone?
A14487	and her countrey Greece regain?
A14487	and house adorning spoiles?
A14487	and make them sail with me?
A14487	and shall this nation see, Turnus a turn- coat fugitive to be?
A14487	and there resume dull corps again?
A14487	and whither are ye bound?
A14487	and words for words have chang''d?
A14487	ask ye peace for your slain?
A14487	bring ye peace, or warre?
A14487	bringst thou true news to me?
A14487	by power and piety?
A14487	carest thou not For thine and mine, and her more noble lot?
A14487	did I incense the flame Of warre with violence and venerie?
A14487	did I provoke Th''adulterer of Troy the Spartane dame To force with him?
A14487	did heaven thee from such turmoiles take?
A14487	did we his sonne incite Fierce warre to wage, or on town- walls to fight?
A14487	does the lad yet live?
A14487	dos ● thou hope to scape my hands thus drest With my deare Pallas spoiles?
A14487	dost thou uxoriously Settle this citie faire?
A14487	his mates destroy?
A14487	how can I resist this omen strong?
A14487	i''th''doore fall dead?
A14487	meek must I Marriage desire with those whom scornfully I oft refus''d?
A14487	must I by thee Survive secure, and thou thus murthered be?
A14487	my father, cure of all my care, Anchises, here I lost: O father faire, Here dost thou thy poore tired sonne forsake?
A14487	new fates to finde?
A14487	no?
A14487	or Troy stood in best case?
A14487	or how that blustring king Did from Aeolia windes and tempests bring, And painted ladie Iris forc''d from skies?
A14487	or if thou be Rais''d from the dead, tell me; where''s Hector deere?
A14487	or is mans genius high A God unto himself?
A14487	or must I not apace Flie to the Trojans fleet, quickly embrace Their last and worst commands?
A14487	or some of his renowned race?
A14487	or strife with thee t''endure?
A14487	or was''t the Gods decree?
A14487	or who did then Cassandra trust?
A14487	or ● hy life prolong?
A14487	pray thee speak, which way?
A14487	quite to expell Us harmlesse H ● rpyes from our native cell?
A14487	say, Where do you dwell?
A14487	see I thy face again?
A14487	seek thy Creüsa kinde, And childe Ascanius?
A14487	seest thou not how she casts In heart some impious part, resolv''d to die?
A14487	set sail, Driven on vvith many a boystrous Northern gale?
A14487	shall I derided go Back to my wonted wooers?
A14487	shall I fall Upon them with my Tyrian armies all?
A14487	shall one single man you thus outbrave?
A14487	shall onely I Fly to those jocond sailours?
A14487	shall she old Priam slay?
A14487	should he dying rush i''th''midst of''s foes?
A14487	stand''st thou still, I say?
A14487	that we, wearie, have Thy companie so late, so many slain, The citie spoil''d, the people put to pain?
A14487	these fires and altars frame?
A14487	think ye your foes are fled?
A14487	think ye( but in vain) By walls to scape from death?
A14487	those two rare Scipios, Warre wondrous thunder- bolts, to Carthage woes?
A14487	till Pygmalion all my towns destroy?
A14487	vvarre- instrument Is coucht in it?
A14487	vvhat is your nation?
A14487	vvhat land me live can swallow?
A14487	vvhat pious end?
A14487	vvhat seek these soules?
A14487	vvhat''s his hope in a foes lands?
A14487	vvhence make I retreat?
A14487	vvhere is thy fame, spread out Through Sicilie?
A14487	vvhom do I thus forsake?
A14487	vvhom impious I Have left alone, a thousand deaths to die?
A14487	vvhy do we strive?
A14487	was not this the way That that base Trojan shepherd took, when he VVith Helen did from Laced ● mon flee To Troy?
A14487	what a guard most grim Sits at the porch?
A14487	what chance thee chas''d from such a Pheere, Now resustains?
A14487	what destinie?
A14487	what did our might?
A14487	what do these avail?
A14487	what event may he Expect from this great warre?
A14487	what fate does thee recheare?
A14487	what fierce warres, with slicing bloudy blades, Shall they raise up, when once they rise to life?
A14487	what furious cloud Of angry fates did Europe, Asia, shroud?
A14487	what help can hap me gain?
A14487	what hideous cries Are those I heare?
A14487	what hope in clouds thus cold Makes thee stay here?
A14487	what mad mood''s here?
A14487	what mean ye now, O wretched women?
A14487	what must he trie?
A14487	what phrenzie blindes thy minde?
A14487	what phrenzie moves my minde?
A14487	what plagues?
A14487	what should he do?
A14487	what stintlesse strife?
A14487	what strength expresse?
A14487	what teares equall those toiles?
A14487	what warre- woes shew''d he me?
A14487	what wofull miseries Are to this citie come, thus to molest it?
A14487	what''s the cause, That Europe, Asia, with warres greedy jaws Devoure each other, marriage- rites being broke By filtching filthie lust?
A14487	what, uncontrould, Wilt thou not force mans minde to undergo?
A14487	whence came ye?
A14487	whence, Hector brave, Long lookt for, cam''st thou?
A14487	where am I?
A14487	whither bent?
A14487	whither range we about?
A14487	whither take ye flight?
A14487	who did it invent?
A14487	who of you will with me Break through their trenches, and most fiercely flee Upon their quaking camps?
A14487	who''le us then deny T''inhabit here, a town to edifie?
A14487	whom should I feare?
A14487	why com''st thou?
A14487	why dost flie?
A14487	why might we not include Kinde hand in hand?
A14487	why to me don''t you yeeld The prize?
A14487	why weare ye weapons vain?
A14487	why''s no care of us exprest?
A14487	will it not( sure) Do well, help to their helper to inure?
A14487	woe is me, what fence is from me fled For Italie, and what a noble mate Hast thou Iülus lost by his dire fate?