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A14498) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 19895) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1044:3) Virgil's Bucolicks Engished [sic]. VVhereunto is added the translation of the two first satyrs of Iuvenal. By Iohn Bidle Bucolica. English Virgil. Biddle, John, 1615-1662. Juvenal. Satura 1-2. English. [62] p. Printed by I[ohn] L[egat], London : 1634. In verse. Printer's name from STC. Signatures: A-D (-D8). "A satyrical essay, or the tvvo first satyrs of Iuvenal Englished" has separate dated title page; register is continuous. Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. Created by converting TCP files to TEI P5 using tcp2tei.xsl, TEI @ Oxford. Re-processed by University of Nebraska-Lincoln and Northwestern, with changes to facilitate morpho-syntactic tagging. Gap elements of known extent have been transformed into placeholder characters or elements to simplify the filling in of gaps by user contributors. 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Copies of the texts have been issued variously as SGML (TCP schema; ASCII text with mnemonic sdata character entities); displayable XML (TCP schema; characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or text strings within braces); or lossless XML (TEI P5, characters represented either as UTF-8 Unicode or TEI g elements). Keying and markup guidelines are available at the Text Creation Partnership web site . eng 2006-04 TCP Assigned for keying and markup 2006-05 Aptara Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-05 Taryn Hakala Sampled and proofread 2007-05 Taryn Hakala Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 pfs Batch review (QC) and XML conversion VIRGIL'S BVCOLICKS ENGISHED . Whereunto is added the Translation of the two first Satyrs of IVVENAL . By IOHN BIDLE . — Baccare frontem Cingite , ne vati noceat mala lingua futuro . LONDON . Printed by I. L. 1634. TO THE WORSHIPFVLL , HIS MOST WORTHY PAtron , Iohn Smith of Nibly Esquier , Mecaenas of the Wottonian Muses . SIth , when you daigned to restore Our Schoole deflowr'd , defac'd before , Your Favorite hee did commence , And hansell your Munificence ; That of his Muse he well may call You the maine Base , and Pedestall ; And a bad Debtor 't is ( they say ) That never can resolve to pay : He , sir , ( for his lanke Fortunes poore Affords him now no better store ) In tender of his Service due , This Moity presents to you , ( The firstlings of his Fruits ) that will Remaine Your gratefull Hench-man still , Iohn Bidle . TO THE READERS . INgenuous Readers , question you may , with what front I ( enlisted ( I confesse ) among the Rable of home-bread versifiers ) dare thrust upon the world this abortive pamphlet : shall I tell you ? I dreamt nothing lesse , but was entasked to undertake this unwilling willing labour . But not to goe about the bush , if you reake not of this Apologie , ( I pray you ) sith every capricious brain-sicke Rimer so pestersthe world with the uncouth Chimaeraes of his owne fancy , why should not I disvellop the flag of my Muse ? which though shee bee home-spun , and savors of Rusticity , yet fearing to rove at random after selfe-plotted and new-fangled trickes ; ( in which respect shee may extort , though not praise yet pardon ) hath chosen to confine her-selfe within the precincts of Translation , and here presents you with these Pastoralls ( which were first coated by the Prince of Latin Poets in a Roman Garb ) now shifted into an English habit . As for the worke it selfe , I could wish I had performed it throughout with such Dexterity , as might have indeered , and ingaged your liking : But sith ( as I mistrust ) I have not in some places , upon just admonition , none shall bee more ready to agnize his errors , and amend them , than my selfe . Iohn Bidle . VIRGIL'S BVCOLICKS . THE FIRST ECLOGVE , OR , TITYRVS . THE ARGVMENT . Blest Tityrus his Fautor God doth stile , Whilst Melibie deplores his hard Exile . MELIBOEVS . TITYRVS . THou , Tityrus , in shroud of Beech , dost play On slender Oaten-pipe a Sylvan lay ; Our Native Confines We abandon : We Our pleasant Granges , & our Country flee : Thou , Tityrus , i' th' shade reposing still , Learn'st the woods to resound faire Amarill . Tit. God is the Source of this our happy Rest , O Melibaeus ! Him I will invest Ay with that Name ; A tender Lambling , ta'n From our Cotes , oft his Altars shall distain . My Neat to freely graze ( thou seest : ) and me On Reed to play my Fill , permitted He. Me. Sure I Envie not , but Admire thy State : Through all our Countrey , ev'ry where , of Late , We by the Souldier are embroiled so . Far-off I , sickly , drive my Goatlings , lo , And , Tityrus , can scarce This lug along ; For earst she eaning , th' Hazels thicke among , Her twins , the Flock's Hope , on a bare Flint letr . Oft this Disaster ( had we not been rest ( Dull Sots ! ) of Sence ! ) the Lightning-blasted Okes By sure Ostents portended , and the Rook's Ill-boading Notes from th' hollow Holmen Tree ! But tell me , Tit'rus , who that God should bee . Ti. With that Vast City , which they Rome doe call , I ( Foole ! ) did parallel our Mantua Small , Where oft We , Shep-heards , sell our tender Lambs . Now I haue known Thus kidlings like their Dams ; Whelps , like their Bitches : Thus compare I did Great things with small : But Her cloud-threatning Head As much 'bove other Cities towreth up , As Cypresses the Dwarfe Shrubs over top . Me. And what such great cause hadst Thou Rome to see ? Ti. Sweet Liberty , which re-saluted mee With Later , but with Better Visits farre , After my downy Beard I first did sheare . She re-saluted Me , and came agen Long after , since that Galataea ( when Me Amarillis had ) deserted me . For ( for I will confesse ) of Libertie No Hope , no Care of my Estate I had ; While I with Rustick Galataea staid . Though many a Victim from my Sheepe folds went , And fat Cheese to that thank-lesse Towne I sent , Yet ne'r my Fist well-monied did returne . Me. I mus'd why Thou the Gods didst call and mourne ; And for whose Sake Thou sufferd'st , Amarill The Ripe Fruit on the Trees to dangle still — 'T was Tityrus went Hence ; The Pine-Trees tall , Thee , Tityrus , the Founts , and Groves did call . Ti. What should I doe ? Me from the servile Yoke I neither could loose , nor , else-where , invoke The like propitious Gods. Here , Melibie , I did that vn-corrivald Stripling see , For whose sole Sake twice sixe dayes ev'ry yeere , Our Altars smoak . He First my Wishes Here Sing'd with these Answerrs ; Boys ( as earst ye did ) Yoke your vn-wilded Buls , your Oxen feed . Me. Blest Old-Man , therefore shall thy Country Grange Remaine , and big enough for Thee to range : " Though It an over-peering Hill doth bound , " And a thick muddy Plash bemoat It round " Tn'vn-wonted Clover shall not hurt thy stocke Of Pregnant Ewes : Nor shall thy Neighbour's Flock Infect Them with the Scab . Old happy Man , Here shalt Thou ' mongst the wel known Rivers than , And sacred springs , be with coole Brieses fand , On this side , th' Hedge , that parts thy Neighbors Land From Thine , ( which for the blooming willow-Trees Is alwaies haunted by Hyblaean Bees ) Thee shall invite , with gentle buzzing Noise To take sweet Naps oft . With exalted voice Sing shall ( on t' other Side ) the Loppers shrill , Downe at the Bases of a lofty Hill. Nor shall hoarse Ring-doves ( thy care ) cease to woo ; Nor Turtle from the airy Elme to coo . Ti. The light Stags therefore shall feed in the Sky , And Seas leave on the shore their Fishes dry : ( Deserting Both their Native Country's Blis ) The exild Parthian shall drinke Araris ; The german , Ty●●is : From his Countenance 'Fore I my min●●ull Hearts eyes will askance . Me. But We , some to the thirsty Africans , Hence quick will poast ; some to the Scythians ; To Cretan swift Oaxis some confin'd ; And Britons quite from the whole World disjoin'd . Lo I shall I ( wretched Exile ) kenning e're My Native Confines , after many a yeare ; And Turf thatcht Contect of my Cottage poore , ( My Petty Kingdome ) It admire therefore ? Shall th' impious Souldier be possest of These So-well tild Earshes ? The Barbarian seaze These Crops ? Lo ! Neighbours to what Miserie Discord hath brought Vs ? Lo ! for Whom have we Sown our manured Acres ! Pear-Trees now Grafe . Melihoeus ; into Ranges bow Thy Vines ! ye bounding Goats , avant , avant Ye ( sometime Happy ) Goats ! Far-off : I sha'n't , ( In a greene Cave imbowl'd ) Hereafter You , From a Thorn-bristled Mountaine hanging view . To You no war bling Ditties shall I sing ; The flowring Cythisse ( I you pasturing ) Nor then the bitter Willowes shall you brouz . Ti. But yet vouchsafe my shed thy Rendez-vouz . This Night , and on green Leaves repose with Me ; We ( for thy Supper ) mellow Apples ; We Fresh-gathered Chest nuts have at Home , and store Of new-made Cheese : And now bemisted o're With dusky Smoake are th' Hamlets Summits all , And greater shadowes from High Mountaines fall . THE SECOND ECLOGVE . OR , ALEXIS . THE ARGVMENT . Thril'd with God Cupid's shafts , ( though in despaire ) Poore Corydon pursues Alexis Faire , THe Shepheard Corydon lov'd Alexis faire , His Masters Darling : but with hope lesse Care. He only to the Glades his course did frame , And ' mongst the tufted Beeches daily came ; There did He to the Woods , and Mountaines vent This moody Ditty , with a vaine Intent . Alexis dire ! Thou sleight ' st all Layes of Mine ! Relent-lesse art ! Mak'st Me to die ( in fine ! ) Now even the Cattell in the shade reside : Now thorn-full Brakes even the greene Lizards hide . Thestylis , for the Mowers tir'd i' th Sun , Now Garlicke , and wild-Bettony deth pun , Strong-senting Hearbs : But with my warbling sound , And Grashopper's hoarse Notes the Groves rebound , As I in Quest of Thee ( while Phoebus glowes ) Do roam . Was it not better Me t' expose To Amaril's sad Ire , and haughty Pride ? Not better was 't Menalcas to abide ? Though he were Blacke , Thou White . Faire , None-such Be not too-confident on Beauty's Blaze . ( Face , Vnsullied Privet-Flowres do fall ( we see ; ) Blacke Violets are cropt . Thou scornest Mee , Nor , who I am , enquit'st ; What store I keepe Of Milke ; How many snow-white fleeced sheepe . My thousand Ewes stray on Sicilian Hils ; When Summer scorches , and when Winter chils , New-milke I have : such quav'ring Airs I sing , As that sweet Hymnist , ( the Heards summoning ) Theban Amphion earst to chant was wont , In Aracinth , that on the shore doth front . Nor am I so deform'd , this Face of mine . I viewd i' th Mirror of the calmed Brine , Late standing on the Beach ; Contend I dare , Thou Iudge , ( If true's my Counterfeit ) for Faire With Daphnis . O , would it might please Thee well , I' th' Countrey ( sor did deem'd of Thee ) to dwell ! And seat thy Mansion in our low-built sheds ; And Stage transfix ; and drive the frisking Kids To the Marsh mallowes , chanting th' woods among , Like Pan , the Diapason of thy song . Pan many Reeds did First together glue With Wax : Pan favours Sheep , and Sheep heards too . Nor e'r repent t' have worn thy Lip with play : How toild Amy 〈…〉 t for skill in Musick 's Lay ? With seven unequall Reeds a Pipe I have Compact , which earst Damatas to Me gave , And dying ( Thou' rt the Second Owner ) said ; He spake : Amyntus envi'd , ill apaid . Besides two Young-Rces , in an vn-safe Vale Late found , I have ; whose yet-py'd Skins are all - Be-spect with white ; They suck dry ev'ry day An Ew's two Teats ; which earst to have away Me Thestylis importun'd , and she shall , Because Thou prizest not our Gifts at all . Faire Boy , come hither ; Lo ! in crowded Maunds The Nymphets bring Thee Lilyes . With her Hands Spruse Nais , cropping Tops of Poppys stammell , And Violets , thy Ghirlands doth enammell Made with Narcissus sweet , and lushious Dill ; Then adding other Hearbs of fragrant smell , The Hyacinth she deftly doth be-frindge With the fine Mary-gold of Saffron I indge . My-selfe I 'l downy Quinces pluck with care , And Chest-nuts , to my Amarillis deare ; Soft Plums I 'l add , and Honour shall accrew To them ; And O ye Laurels , crop-off you , Thee , amarous Myrtle , next ; for placed thus , Perfumes ye mixe most odoriferous . Thou' rt Carydon a Clown : Alexis Fair Thy gifts doth scorne ; Iölas Debonair , ( If Gifts enforce thy Claim ) will Thee out-vy : Alas ! what meant I wretch ? let in have I To th' Flowrs danke Auster , whiffing with his Wings ; Fount-troubling Bores , to the pure christall Springs . From Whom , ah frantick Boy , dost fling so fast ? Even Gods have in the Woods their Mansion plac't , And Paris : In her selfe-rais'd Turrets bright Let Pallas dwell ; Vs the Woods sole delight The Lionesse , the Wolfe : the Wole doth vse The Goat to follow : the blith Goat pursues The Cythisse : Thee , Alexis , Coridon . All Fancys choice delights attend upon . The Bullocks , lo , bring home againe the Plows ; And Sol departing , 'bout Earth's gloomy Brows Night ' gins to spread her Curtaines : yet I glow With love ; For what mean doth fell Cupid know What thus infuriates Thee , Corydon ? A vine Thou hast at home halfe prun'd , upon A leavie Elone ; Go , Rather Osiers take , And pliant Bul-rushes , and quickly make Vtensils needfull . If This prove vn-kind , A Debonair Alexis Thou shalt find . THE THIRD ECLOGVE . OR , PALAEMON . THE ARGVMENT . The Sheep-heards entring Lists with furious Rage , Are stickled by Palaemon's Vmpirage . MENALCAS . DAMOETAS . PALAEMON . Me VVHo owns these Sheepe , Damoetas ? Melibie ? Da. No , AEgon ; AEgon lately took'em Me. Me Still hap-lesse Sheepe ! While AEgon ( courting Her ) Feares lest Neoera Met ' Him-selfe prefer : The Ewes each howre this Hireling milketh twice , That both exhausted is the Cattels Iuice , And the poore Lamblings of their Milke beguild . Da. But , sir , to Men those Feats up-braid more milde . We know where Thou , looking askew , wast tane , And ( out the gentle Nymphs smild ) in what Fane . Me. T was Then , when Mycon's Copse they saw Me top With an ill Cycle , and his new Vines lop . Da. Or , at th' old Beeches , Here , when Daphnis Bow , And shafts Thou brok'st : which when re-given , Thou , Perverse Menalcas , sawst , thy choller sweld , And ( He vn-spited ) spleen thy Life had queld . Me. When such Buffons even theevish Servants bee , Then what shall Masters doe ? did I not see Thee , Varlet , stealing Damons Goat , when I , His Mongrell barking , Holla Thiefe , did cry ? And said ; In one my Flocks drive , Tit'rus , Here ; Then didst Thou skulke behind a sedgy Peere . Out sung by Me , should He the Goat , Before Gaind by my Pipes demerit , not restore ? If Thou knowst not , 't was Mine , confest to Me By Damon , but surrendred could not be . Me. Thou , Him , in singing — hadst a Pipe e'r glude With waxe ? wa st Thou not wont , Thou bungler rude , Tinfest the High-waies with thy yels , and double Thy balefull Ditties with a squeeking stuble . Da. By Turne shalls both our Skills in singing try ? This Heifer I lay down ( Left thou deny , Twice a-day milkt , two sucklings fosters she ) Say for what wager Thou wilt Cope with Me. Me. Nought of the Flocke with Thee ingage I must : A Sire I have at Home , a step-dame curst . Both twice a-day the sheepe ; The Kids she tells Besides . But , what thy selfe shall say excells , ( Sith Thou' rt so peevish ) I will bett a Paire Of Beechen Cups , carv'd by that Artist rare Alcimedon : on which a pliant Vine Most featly turnd , doth amorously combine With berry'd Ivy ; Embost , midst of All , Two Figures are , Conon , and ( what I call ) He , that with 's Iacob-staffe this Mundan Bowle , When Mowers should py'd Tellus Tresses powle , Describ'd what Seasons are for Plow-men fit : Which with my Lips vntoucht I keepe as yet . Da. So two for Vs the same Alcimedon made , Whose Eares soft twining Bears-foot doth o'r shade ; I' th' midst He Orpheus , and th' Woods following set : Which with my Lips vntoucht I keepe as yet . The Heifer view , Thou ' lt not the Cups inhance . Me. Thou shalt ne'r scape to day . I will advance On any Terms : Let 's only put it to Yon' Mans Arbitrement . Palamon lo ! I 'l make ye , Sirra , never dare agen . Let 's to 't ; No stay shall be found in Me then , Nor reake I any . Only this I pray , Neighbour Palaemon peiz it ; 't is no Toy . Pa. Sing , sith We in the tender Grasse repose , And now each Meadow , now each Sapling blowes ; The Woods Now flourish , the yeare 's fairest Now. Begin , Damaetas , first ; Then follow Thou Menalcas . Ye shall both by Turne rehearse : The sacred Muses love Alternate Verse . Da. My Song beginneth from All-filling Jove : He 's Tellus Fautor : He my Verse doth love . Me. And Me Don Phoebus favours : His Gifts ay I have , both sweet red Hyacinth , and Bay. Da. At me an Apple Galataea flings : ( First ey'd by me ) Then to the Willow springs . Me. But Me Amynt , un-woo'd , doth visit so , That our Dogs doe not better Delia know . Da. I for my Minion have got Gifts : for I A Neast of airy Ring-Doues earst did spy . Me. Ten Limmons to the Boy , ( so stored Then ) I sent : I 'l send to-morrow t' other Ten. Da. What Words to Vs did Galataea say ? Some part , ye Winds , to the Gods eares convay ! Me. What boots it though , Amynt , Thou lov'st Me , The Bores Thou chacest , if I keep the Toiles ? ( whiles Da. Iôlas , Phillis send ( my Birth-day 't is : ) Come Thou , when I to Ceres sacrifice . Me. She hath my Heart : My Going she did rue , Saying , fair Jôlas , Long Adieu , Adieu . ( downe ; Da. The Wolfe , the stals ; Ripe Fruits , showrs drizling Trees , boistrous Winds annoy ; Me , phillis Frowne . Me. Withy love teeming Cattell ; Corne , a showr ; Kids , Arbuts ; I , Amynt my Paramour . Da. Our Muse ( though Rustick ) is to Pollio deare ; Ye Muses , for your Reader feed a steare . Me. A Bull feed for Him , ( He the Poet plaies ) Whole Hornes may grow , whose Hooves the sand may raise . Da. Let thy Friend , Polli● , come where thou dost come , Let Hony flow There ; Thornes beare Amomum . Me. Who hates not Bavius Rimes , let him love thine , Ranke Maevius : He-Goates milke , and Foxes ioyne . Da. Ye Boys , that flowers , and Strawb'rys plucke apace , Fly hence ; a cold Snake lurketh in the Grasse . Me. Let not the Sheepe approach the Banke too nigh a Now even the Ram his soaked Fleece doth dry . Da. My Goatlings , Tit'rus , from the River bring : When time shall serve , I 'l rinse'em in the Spring . Me. Lads , shroud the Ewes : If their milke dri'd up be , ( As Lare ) in vaine their Vdders squeez shall We. Da. How lanke my Bull is in a Pasture battle ! The same Love pines the master , and the Cattle . Me. Love 's not the cause These bare-bon'd are , & flender : Some ill eye fascinates my Lamblings tender . Da. Tell ( and Thou shalt be great Appollo ) where Heav'n three Els open ( no more ) doth appeare . Me. Tell where Flowrs grow , upon whose Crowners fine Kings Names are writ , and Phyllis shall be Thine . Pa. No such great mutuall Fewd compose must We , Thou' rt worthy of the Heifer , so is He ; And who-e'r Bitter tryes , or Sweet Loves dreads . Lads shut the Rivers , sated are the Meads . THE FOVRTH ECLOGVE . OR , POLLIO . THE ARGVMENT . Reviving Sibyl's verse , in Golden Rimes , Our Poet Here presageth Golden Times . SIcilian Muses Now some Loftier Strain : Low Tamarisks , and Shrubs do never gain All Fancies Liking . If we caroll forth The Woods , the Woods may suit the Consul's Worth , Laps'd Now 's the Iron Age by Sibyl sung : A-fresh the Old Worlds Renovation's sprung : The Virgin Now returnes , and Saturn's Raigne : Now a New Off-spring's sent of Heavenly strain . This Boy ( the Period of the Iron Age , That doth , Lucina , Golden Times presage ) His Mother's pregnant Womb as thy Hand laies , Favour : The Scepter thy Apollo swayes . This blist-full Age , Thou Consul , shall begin , Drad Pollio , and the Great Moneths Vsher in . Then Civill-Wars surviving Relicks quel'd , From Feare to quit the Earth shall be compel'd . He shall be deifide in blest Abodes , Seeing , and Seen of Heroes mixt with Gods. And with his Father's Martiall Prowes , the Earth Composed , rule . But , Sweet Boy , on thy Birth , Tellus , uncultivated , shall bestow Green Lady-Gloves and crawling Ivy too , As her first Gifts ; and Beares-foot virent still , Mixt with Egyptian-Beans of lushious Smell . Their Vdders stuft with Milk the She-Goats shall Bring Home ; nor Lyon saw the Heards at all . Most odoriferous Flowers shall proceed Even from thy Cradle , and each bain-full Weed Dy , with the Serpent : Sprouting ev'ry where Assyrian Amomum shall appeare . But when thy Sire's Exploits , and Heroes Fame Thou , reading , shalt discerne true Vertues Name , The Field shall yellow grow with Eares of Corn , And red Grapes dangle on th' ncultive Thorn ; And fragrant Hony from hard-Okes shall drain . Yet shall few Seeds of Ancient Fraud remain , Towns causing to immure , and Thetis sweep With Keels , and slice the Earth with surrowes deep . Another famous Typhis shall be Then ; Another Argo , to waft o'r agen Selected Heroes ; other Warres befall ; Again great-sould Achilles Illium scale . When Thou a Man shalt be , to saile the Brine The Marriner shall cease ; No Nauticke Pine Shall barter Wares . All Lands all Things shall beare . The Glebe Then tooth full Harrowes shall not teare , Nor shall the Vine abide the Pruning Hooke : The hardy Plow man shall his Bulls un-yoke . Wooll various colours shall not counterfeit : Their Fleeces Now with Red-mixt Purple sweet , Now dy with Saffron yellow shall the Rams ; Bright Sandix shall invest the feeding Lambs . The Parcae ' greeing by Fates fixt Decree , Said to their Spindles , Rowl such Times of Glee . Vaut ( 't will be Time ) into the Regall Throne , loves great Increase , th' Immortal's dearest Sonne , The World , lo , reels with Sin 's stupendious Fraight ! Earth , Seas , Heavens boundlesse Regiōrs shrink with waight ! See , in the Age-to-come how All reioyce ! May I so long extend my life , and Voyce , Thy Deeds in Strains Heroïck to rehearse ! Not Thracian Orpheus should out-shrill my Verse , Nor Linus : Though Calliope , his Mother , Should second Orpheus : His fire Phoebus , t'other . Arcadia Iudge , strove Pan with Me in Lays , Arcadia Iudge , He should resigne the Bays . 'Gin , Little Boy , to know thy Mother's smiles : Ten moneths have brought thy Mother tedious Toiles . Begin : His God ( whose Parents have not laught ) A Board ; A Bed , his Goddesse ne'r vouchaft . THE FIFTH ECLOGVE . OR , DAPHNIS . THE ARGVMENT . Their Daphnis Death in Swan-like Tunes deplor'd , The Swains consorting mutuall Gifts afford . MENALCAS . MOPSVS . Me. 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 ? Mo. You are my Senior ; You t' obey I 'm tide , Beneath uncertaine shades while Zephyr blowes Whether We lie , or in some Cave repose ; Lo how a Wild-Vine doth this Grot bespread , His dangling Clusters thinly scattered ! Me. The sole Amynt shall combat in our Hils . Mo. What if , in Singing , Phoebus He out-shrils ? Me. Sing , Mopsus , first , or Phyllis Loves to raise ; Or scouling Codrus Death ; Or Alcons Praise . Begin ; Thy feeding Kidds shall Tit'rus tend . Mo. Yea ( Late which in a Beeches Rine I pend ) These Verses tun'd by course vnto my Reed , I 'l try ; Then bid Amyntas to succeed . Me. As Pliant Osiars , to Pale Olive Trees ; Low Lavander , to Purple Rosaries ; So much We iudge Amyntas stoops to Thee . Mo. Cease Boy , for We thy Grot are entred , see . The Nymphs condol'd their butcherd Daphnis deare , To them ye streames , and Hazels Record beare : When clipping her dead Son 's Ruth-moving Corse , His Mother blam'd the Gods and stars dire Force . None , Daphnis , drove their full-stuft Near to drinke , Nor any Cattell sipt the River's Brinke , Nor in those dayes once toucht a Blad of grasse . That Punick Lyons did thy Death ( Alas ! ) Bemoan , the Woods and savage Mountaines tell . He harnest First Hyrcanian Tygres fell : He First to Bacchus instituted Dances , And first with soft Leaves wreathed pliant Lances . As Vines do Trees , as Grapes doe Vines adorne , The Heards as Bulls , as fallow Lands the Corne : So Thou Thine crownest . When Thee Fates bereft , Our Fields even Pales , and Apollo left . Where We plump Barly sowd in Furrowes Late , Base Darnell , and Wild-Oates predominate : For the soft Vi'let , purple Daffadill , Our Meadowes prickly Furse , and Thistles fill . Ye Sheepheards strow the Ground with Leaves , & Flowers Your Fountaines seele with enterbroided Bowes , ( For Daphnis so commands ) and Him interr , With this Inscription on his Sepulcher , I Daphnis in the Woods , Hence known to th' Air ; A Fair Flocks Keeper , but my selfe more Fair. Me. Such is thy Verse to Vs , Poet Divine , As , tir'd , in Grasse to sleep , or to incline Our Head to quench ( in scorching Summer's Heat ) Our Thirst , at some sweet capering Rivulet . For Thou not onely with thy Reeds shrill Noise , But equallest thy Master with thy Voyce . O happy Lad , Thou shalt his Second bee ! Yet We However w 〈…〉 l re-chant to Thee . Our Verse , and to the Stars advance thy Peare We 'l Daphnis stellify : He lov'd Vs deare . Mo. Can any Boon endear Vs more ? He , young , Deserv'd to be enhanced with a song . And Stimichon earst prais'd to Vs those Laies . Me. Heaven's Portall deify'd Daphnis doth amaze , And views the clowds , and Stars beneath his Feet . Therefore the frolick Woods , and Countrey sweet , Pan , Swains , and Virgin ▪ Dryads now are rapt With Ioy ; Nor doth the Wolfe ( to prey so apt ) Worry the Sheep , nor guilefull Toiles cisease The fearefull Stags : Good Daphnis loveth Peace . The Wood-crown'd Mountaines make the Welkin ring With Shouts of Glee ; The Rocks , the Groves do sing , Menalcas , He 's a God! Propitious bee To shine : foure Altars lo ! Two recar'd to Thee , God Daphnis : Two up for Apollo set . To Thee two foaming Cups with Milke repleat , With Oyle as Many 〈…〉 alott each yeare : With liberall Bacchus as thy Wakes I chear , I'th'Hearth , if cold ; If Hot , in shady Bowre . I 'l Chian Wine ( as sweet as Nectar ) powre From turn'd up Bowls . While I performe this thing , Damaetas shall with Lyctian Aegon sing . Alphe sibaeus shall trip nimble Rounds , Like to the frisking Satyrs . When our Grounds We expiate , and pay our solemn Vowes Vnto the Nymphs , Thou still shalt have these dues . Whilst the Fish loves the Streams , the Boar the Hill , Bees feed on Thyme ; on Dew Grashoppers shrill : Thy Honour , Name , and Praise shall still remain . To Bacchus , and to Ceres as the Swain Makes yeerely Vowes , He shall to Thee : and Thou Shalt bind Him with a Curse to pay his Vow . Mo. How shall I guerdon Thee for such a Lay ? For neither whilstling Auster's Gale ( I say , ) Nor b●llow-beaten Rocks delight me so ; Nor R●ls that perle through stony Vallyes low ! Me. But We this slender Pipe will give Thee first . This [ Corydon lov'd faire Alexis ] verst ; This taught [ whose sheep , Damaetas ? Melibies ? ] Mo. Take Thou this Sheeps . Crook ( which Antigenes Oft beg'd in vain ▪ and yet a Lovely Friend ) Near for the equall knots , and brazen End. THE SIXTH ECLOGVE , OR , SILENVS , THE ARGVMENT . Dread Varus Prais● . Silenus , Whittled , sings The Earths Beginning , & the Change of Things . TO sport First in a Syracusian Strain , And Woods frequent , did my Thalia daigne . When Kings , and horred Wars I loudly sung , Apollo pluckt my Eare , and checkt my Tongue . A Sheep-heard feed his sheepe must , Tityrus ; Make slender Verses , not Robustious . Now I ( for , Varus , enow will in Verse Desire thy Acts , and sad Wars to rehearse ) Will tune on slender Reed a Rusticke Lay. Infranchiz'd is my Muse . If Any may , If Any These of meere Love read , thy Worth Our Tamarisks , each Grove shall warble forth , Nor e'r a Page more deare to Phoebus came , Than to whose Front prefixt is Varus Name . Sing , Muses . Cromis , and Mnasylus saw Silenus yawn , as in a Cave he lay , Veine-swoln with yersterday's too-liberall Bowls : His flowry Chaplet from his Temples rowls , His eare-worne massy Flagon hangs fast by . Invading Him ( for oft the old Fox sly , With Hope of Verses Them deluded had ) Of his soft Anadems Him Bonds they made . Aegle , as Mate , forth-with accrewes to These ; Aegle , the Fairest of the Naiades : And Now ( Silenus well enough it spys ) His Front , and Temples with red Mulb'ries dyes . He , smiling at the Trick , said , Why d' ye ty Me ? Wags , loose ; It is enough You did espie Me. Lo your so-long wisht-Boon ! You Verses take ; She shall have some Gift else . And so bespake , Then Savages , and Fauns , at his Tunes brave Did dance Levoltoes , and Okes Summits wave , Not his Mount , Phoebus so ; Th' Ismarian spire , Or Rhodope so Orpheus did admire . For , First , how Atoms met , and did give Birth , Conjoin'd in that vast Chaos , unto Earth , To Fire , to Aire , to water : How from all These Firsts proceeded each Originall : And how the World 's unstable Globe complide ; How th' Earth it did consolidate , and divide Salt Nereus from the Fresh , and Things Formes bore , And Sol's bright Rayes amaz'd , unseene before : And how by Praecipies the showrs do fall From elevated Clouds : Th' Originall Of Woods He sung , and how through Mountaines strange The Animals , at First , did thinly range . Then Pyrrha's cast-stones ; Saturn's Monarchy ; Caucasean Fowl ; Prometheus Theevery ; And how the Saylers , fount-drencht Hyle unfound , Cry'd , that the Shore did Hylas , Hylas sound . And ( happy , had there ne'r bin Heards ) doth cheer Pasiphae with the Love of snow-white steer . Ah hap-lesse Maid ! What madnesse Thee doth sease ? The three infuriated Praetides Did with false Lowing fill the spacious Fields , But to such Coiture of Buls None yeilds , Though her Neck feard the Plow , and shee was wont To seeke Horns on her smooth un-horned Front. Ah hap-lesse Maid ! Thou Now on Hils dost stray , He on the Hyacinth his white side doth lay , And halfe digested Grasse again doth chew Beneath a Holy-Oke , or doth purse Some Cow in the great Heard ▪ Shut up your Lawns , Shut up , Dictaean Nymphs , Now : If by chance Some foot-tracks of the Bull ( as 'bout We chase ) Meet our retriving Eys : With verdant Grasse Or ta'n perhaps , or , the Heards following , Him to the Cretan stals some Kine doe bring . Then chants Her that th' Hesperides Fruit of Gold So much admir'd ; Then Mossy Films infold Th' Heliades , who Spine to Aldars tall , With such Dexterity he limns em all . How Gallus , when He at Permessus straid , One Muse into th' Aonian Hils convaid ; And Chants how all the Chore of Phoebus Than Rose up , and did obeysance to the Man. How with Divining Verse ( his Tresse impal'd With flowry Wreathes , and Parsly Bitter call'd ) Sheep-keeping Linus Thus to Him did sing . Thee these Reeds ( take 'em lo ! ) the Muses bring , Th' Ascraean Sheep-heards once , whereon he 'd lay And sturdy Ash●s from their seasures draw . Now the Grynaean Wood's Origen chant With These , that Phoebus more of None may vant . Why shall I Nisus Daughter Seylla name How sung by Him ? or t'other Scylla fame , That , with dire yelping Monsters hemb'd Below , Did tosse Vlisses Carvels to and fro : And in the tumid Main's incensed Billows , With her fierce Sea-Dogs worried all his Fellowes . Or , how He changed Tereus Limbs exprest ? Or for H●m Philomela's Gifts , and Feasts ? How , He , Woods haunting , a Bird's Forme assumes , But flies about his House First rais'd with Plumes ? All which Eurotas ( Phoebus turning earst ) Did hear , and bad his Laurels learne , Rehearst . He sings , with Repercussion of the Sound The vallies ring , and ecchoing do rebound : Till in the Foulds the counted Sheep t'inshrine ( Maugre Olympus ) Vesper did injoine . THE SEVENTH ECLOGVE . or , MELIBOEVS . THE ARGVMENT . Sweet Corydon , out-shrilling Thyrsis well , By Melibaeus Verdict beares the Bell. MELIBOEVS . CORYDON . THYRSIS . Me. BEneath a Whistling Holm-Tree Daphnis sate ; And Corydon , and Thyrsis did of late Drive both their Foocks together into One : Thyrsis , his Seepe ; milke-stuft Goats , Corydon . Both striplings ; Both You 'd thinke of Arcady ; Both matcht to sing , and ready to Reply . While shrouding Myrtles from bleake Winds I staid , The Flock-conducting He-goat Hence had straid : And I see Daphnis : When Me once he spyes , Come hither Melibaeus quick , He cryes : Safe is thy Goat , and Kids , ne'r vex for Those , And , if Thou canst stay , in the Shade repose . Thy Bullocks , of their own accord , to drinke Will Hither come ; Here the greene grassy Brinke Of Gamesome Mince , with quiv'ring Reeds is Crownd , And from the sacred Oke the Swarmes resound . What should I do ? Alcippe , Phyllis I Had not , at Home my Weaned Lambs to try ; And the Swaines did contend in ve'ment sort ; Yet to my worke preferd I their Disport . Then Both strove in Alternate Verses terse ; The Muses crav'd an Amebaean Verse ; These Corydon ; Those Thyrsis 'gan rehearse . Co. Our loy , Lebethrian Nymphs , Me such a Vaine As Codrus ( Phoebus Second ) either daign , Or if All cannot make a Verse Diuine , Hang shall my shrill Pipe on this Sacred Pine. Th. Arcadian Swaines ( that Codrus Guts with Spleen May breake ) your Poet deck with Ivy green : Or if He Praise extort , his Fore-head wreath With Lady-Gloves , ' gainst Cordrus blasting Breath . Co. This Boar's Head Mycon to Thee doth import ; These Antliers , Delia , of a long-liv'd Hart ; But grant this Boon , in polisht Marble Now , Calve-bound with Purple Buskins , stand fhalt Thou . Th A Bowl of Milke , these cakes ( expect no more , ) Priapus , Keeper of our Hort-yard poore . Now doth a Marble Statue Thee infold ; But if our Flocks increase , be All of Gold. Co. O Galataea , sweeter than the Thyme ! More white than Swans ; than Ivy pale more prime , When our Buls fed shall to the stals go home , ( For Corydon if ought Thou carest ) come . Th. More Bitter than Sardinian Hearbs to Thee , Than Broome , or Sea-Weeds Baser let Me be , If longer than a yeere is not this day . For shame , ye full-fed Steers , away , away . Co. Cool mossy Fountaines , Sleep-alluring Grasse , Greene Arbuts , that with thin shades You imbrace , The Cattell from the Sun-sted fence about ; Now on the Tendrell the Buds burgeon out . Th. A Hearth , fat Tapers , still much Fire is Here , And black smoake-collied Posts : as much We care For Boreas , as Wolves for sheeps numerous Ranks , Or Rain-incensed Torrents for their Banks . Co. Our Iunipers , our Chest-nuts rough are full , Thou Apples under each Tree strow'd maist cull : All now laugh ; Let Alexis absent be From these Hils , you should Rivers stream lesse see . Th. Fieldes rive , the sultery Air the Herbage Kils ; Liber the Vine-Leaves envies to the Hils : Woods Phillis Comming shall with Verdure crown , And vegetating love with Showrs bring downe . Co. The Poplar , Herc'les ; Bacchus loves the Vine ; The Laurel , Phoebus ; Myrtle , Venus fine ; The Hazels Phyllis loves : which while she doo , Yeeld shall the Myrtle , Phoebus Laurel too . Th. The Wild-Ash , th' Woods ; The Pine the Hort-yards crowns ; The Poplar Rivers ; The tall Fyrre the downs . Faire Lycidas , but ofter visit Mee , Wild-ash , and Garden-pine shall stoop to Thee . Me. This I record ; Foil'd Thyrsis did put on In vaine : since that Time , for Vs , Corydon . THE EIGHTH ECLOGVE . OR , PHARMACEVTRIA . THE ARGVMENT . False fickle Nisa , Damon infamizes : Alphesibie for Daphnis , Spels devizes . DAMON . ALPHESIBOEVS . VVE 'l Damon's , and Alphesiboeus Laies ; With whose sweet Chants a Heifer stood at gaze , And Rivers , ravisht , did surcease to glide ; And with whose Verses were Lynxes stupifide : We 'l Damons , and Alphesibaeus Laies Relate . Assist Thou , if thou passest 'ore Now great Timovus , or th' Illyrian shore . Lo ! that I may eternize with my Rimes Thy Martiall Feats , will ever be those Times ? That thy Verse may by Me be o'r the World ( Sole suiting Sophoclean Buskin ) hurld ? From Thee my Rise ; To Thee my end I 'l make ; Verses at thy Command composed take ; And suffer this my Wreath of lvie small , Amongst thy conqu'ring Bays , thy Brows t' impale . Now scarce contracted were Nights Curtains sable , ( The Dew to th' Cattell Then most acceptable ) Thus Damon , leaning on an Olive Spray . Da. Rise , Lucifer , and usher in the day ; Whilst I , inveigled with her couz'ning Love , Of Nisa's Lure complaine , and pitty moove : And Now accoast the Gods , in fine , apall'd ; Though I Them oft to Record bootlesse call'd . Begin with Me , my Pipe , Maenalian Layes . Shrill Woods hath Maenalus , and Vocall Pines ; To Shep-heards Love complaining songs inclines He his Eares still ; And Pan , who Reeds , of yore , Taught Tunes to vary , rude compos'd before . Begin with Me , my Pipe , Maenalian Layes . Ill-favour'd Mopsus doth Faire Nisa wed . What is there , that We Lovers may not dread ? The Gryphins , Henceforth , shall with Horses link ; And Stags with Stag-infesting Dogs shall drink ; New Tapers cut , for Thou a Wife dost wed ; Nuts , Mopsus , strow , from Oeta Hesper's fled . Begin with Me , my Pipe , Maenalian Layes . To Worthy Husband ioin'd ! while scorning All My Pipe Thou slight'st , my bounding Goats as small ; My rough-hair'd Ey-brow , and my Dangling Beard ; And ween'st no God doth mortall Things regard . Begin with Me , My Pipe , Maenalian Layes . A Goat-heard , I Thee , with the Mother , view'd , When Little , gath'ring Aples all be-dew'd , Within our Hegde fenc'd Grounds ; Then entred had The second from th' eleventh year Me t' invade . Then under-boughes I could reach o'r my Head : No sooner seen , How undone ! How mislead ! Begin with Me , my Pipe , Maenalian Layes . Now what the Godling Cupid is , I see ; Or craggy Ismarus , or Rhodope , Or Farthest Garamants that Rock-born Brood Produc't , not of our Progeny or Bloud . Begin with Me , my Pipe , Maenalian Layes . Love taught a Mother to distain , for Ire , In her Son's Gore her Hands ; a Mother dire ! A Fiercer Mother , or a Fiercer ●ad ? The Mother Cruell , and the Boy was Bad. Begin with Me , my Pipe , Maenalian Layes . Now let the Wolfe fly from the Sheep's Pursuit : Now let hard Okes be charg'd with Golden Fruit : Let th' Aldar flourish with the Daffadill : Let Tamarisks fat Amber Now distill : Owles cope with Swans : Tit'rus put Orpheus on : Orpheus , in Woods ; ' mongst Delphins , Arion . Begin with Me , my Pipe , Maenalian Layes . Let All now turne to Sea. Adieu , ye Woods . By headlong Praecipies , into the Floods , I 'l from this towring Mountain's summit fall : This Gift , as I expire , take last of all . Leave off , Pipe , Now leave off Maenalian Layes . Thus He. Alphesibaeus Answer too , Ye Muses chant : All cannot all Things doo . Al. Maid , bring Me out some Water quickly quick , Then with soft Anadems , and Ribbands thicke Surround these Altars , and suffumigate Male frankincense , and oil-smear'd Vervain fat ; T' infuriate with Magicks dire Alarms Love-flying Daphnis ▪ Nought Here wants , but Charmes . My Charmes fetch from the City Daphnis Home . Charmes make bright Cynthia from her Orbe decline . Th' Incantresse Circe did transforme to Swine Vlysses Mates by Charmes : The balefull Snake Charms in the Meads to breake asunder make . My Charmes fetch from the City Daphnis Home . I with this triple colour'd three-fold Thred Arround Thee , and thy Feature poutraicted Three times about these sacred Altars hale ; For God loves the odde Number best of all . My Charmes fetch from the City Daphnis Home . In three Knots knit three Thrums of Triple dy ; Quick , Amarillis ; say , Love-Bonds I ty . My Charms fetch from the City Daphnis Home . As this Clay Hard , and this Waxe Soft doth prove With the same Fire : so Daphnis with our Love. Sprinkle the Cake , burne Bay smear'd with Bitume , He frys Me ; I on Him this Bay consume . My Charmes fetch from the City Daphnis Home . Let Daphnis be with such a Love possest , As is a Heifer , when ( tir'd with the Quest Of lust-full steer through Groves , and devious Woods ) She , Loue-consum'd , reposeth on the Floud's Green Marge , nor late at Night doth thence depart ; Such Him surprize : Nor let me cure impart . My Charmes fetch from the City Daphnis Home . As his Love-Pawns , He ( Now of trust bereft ) These cast impoverisht Garments whilom left , Which , Earth , I sacre in the Porch to Thee . These Daphnis must again restore to Mee . My Charmes fetch from the City Daphnis Home . These Hearbs , and Pontick simples earst bestow On Me did Moeris : store in Pontus grow . Vnder a Wolvish Forme by These He 'd hide , And skulking in the vncouth Woods abide . Transplant Crops waving with Mustacho'd Eares , And raise up Ghosts from their deep Sepuchers . My Charmes fetch from the City Daphnis Home . Out , Amaryllis , forth-with Ashes bring , And Them with Head retrait i' th' River fling . I will encounter Daphnis with these . Armes : That reaks not for the Gods , nor Philter-charms . My Charmes fetch from the City Daphnis Home . The Altars , lo ! with quiv'ring Flames have caught ; ( Be it Auspicious ! ) whilst that Fire 's unbrought ! ( I know not what 't is ) and the fierce Curre bawls . Is 't true ? or Phantick are all Cupid's Thrals . Leave off , Charmes , Daphnis from the City coms . THE NINTH ECLOGVE . OR , MOERIS . THE ARGVMENT . Two Rurals Here bewaile , ( Disaster strange ● ) In balefull Notes , Menalcas seased Grange . LYCIDAS . MOERIS . Ly. VVHither , O Moeris ? this Way , to the City ? Moe . We live , O Lycidas , ( alas ! for pitty ! ) To heare a Stranger , of our Lands possest , ( Which We poor Wretches ever feared least ) Say , These are mine ; Avant ye Ancient Pesants . Now we cashier'd , and sad , ( O chance ! ) for presents To Him these Kidlings ( may They choak him ) send . Ly. Certes I heard , where the Hil's Verge doth bend Downe with feasable descent his Bases , To crankling Mincius , that the Meads inchases , And the Old Beeches Now-broke Summit tall , That your Menalcas by his Verse kept all . Moe . You heard ; 'T was bruited so ; But our Verse proves ' Mongst Warrs as powerfull , as Chaonian Doves , Iove's Bird assailing . Which Before if Those Vnwonted Garboils quickly to compose , Did not th' Auspicious Rooke Me warning give , Nor should thy Moeris , nor Menalcas live . Ly. So desperately bent can Any bee ? Ah! were thy solace-giving Layes with Thee Almost , Menalcas ravisht ? who should sing The Nymphs ? or th' Earth imbellisht in the Spring With Flora's Pride ? or drilling Fountaines pure , O'r-shadowed with Arbours Coverture ? Or ( going to our Minion Amaryll ) The Verses Late I stole from Thee by skill ? Tit'rus , while I returne ( short is the Way ) My she-goats feed ; fed , Them to drinke convay , And as Thou driv'st Them to the Rivers fine , The He-Goat ( butting with his Horn ) decline . Moe . Yea these he sung to Varus yet unfil'd , Thy Name ( We not of Mantua dispoil'd . Poore Mantua , to Cremona , ah ! too near ! ) Vp to the twinkling starres the Swans shall beare . Ly. So may thy swarmes Cyrnaean Yews decline ! So may with Milke thy Cythisse-brouzing Kine Their Vdders stuffe ! Begin ( if ought Thou hast ) ' Mongst the Poetick Throng even I am plac't ; Me the Pierian sisters did install , And Me Swaines ( unbeleev'd ) a Poet call : I mate not Varus yet , nor Cinna's strains , But gagle like a Goose ' mongst Vocall swains . Moe . I do 't , and silent , with my selfe I scan ; 'T is a brave strain , if call 't to mind I can . Come , Galataea ; in rough Neptune's Wave What Pleasure is 't ? Here snaking Rillets lave Flowr-motly'd Banks ; Here is a Purple spring ; A sallow Poplar a Grot shadowing ; Here cool Vine-Arbours shroud Vs from the heate . Come : ' gainst the Beach let surly Billows beat . Ly. 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 ? Lo , Dionaean Caesar's doth display His clinquant Head , Corn-ears with Grain t'indue , And hil-bred Grapes with their ripe purple Hue ! Imp Pear-Trees , Daphnis , for thy Nephews shall Gather the Peares . Time hurrieth with It All ; Yea my frail Mem'ry . I thinke how ( a Boy ) I spent in singing many a Summers day . Those songs are now in deepe Oblivion drownd . Impeacht is Moeris hoarce obstructed sound . The Wolves saw Moeris First . At his Retreat , Oft shall Menalcas Them to Thee repeat . Ly. Pretending scuses , Thou prolong'st our Loves ; And Now no sea with iustling Surges moves ; The full-mouth'd murmuring Gusts are silent , see ! And halfe-way of our Iourney come are Wee : For you ' Bianor's Tomb his raised Top Begins to shew . Here , where the Rurals lop Their Trees luxurious Boughs , let 's caroll : Here Lay down thy Kids : Or if perchance We feare Lest the Night gather Rain Before , We may Sing as We goe ; Lesse hurt Vs will the Way . That We may do 't , Thee of this Load I 'l ease . Moe . More of Me , Boy , Now to desire surcease : Let 's Rather to an end our Businesse bring ; When He him-selfe shall come We 'l better sing . THE TENTH ECLOGVE . OR , GALLVS . THE ARGVMENT . Scorcht with Idalian Flames ; fond Gallus is Enamour'd on the Strumpet Cytheris . THis last Peece grant Me , O kind Arethuse ; Some Verses to my Gallus must Thou , Muse , ( But such as let Lycoris read ) rehearse ; ( Who unto Gallus would deny a Verse ? ) So under Sicil's Seas when thy Flood raves , May not Salt Doris mixe her briny waves ! Cupid-thrild Gallus , Loves begin to rouz , Whilst that the flat-nos'd Goats the Tendrels brouz . Not to deafe Hearers We our Airs afford , The Ecco-ringing Woods our Words re-word . What Groves imbowr'd You , Virgin - Naiades , While Gallus perisht by such Loves as these ? For neither towring Pindus caus'd your stay , Nor Aganippe in Aonia . Nor yet Parnassus spire . With one accord The Tamariks , the Laurels Him deplord : Beneath a lovely Rocke reposing , thus Condold Lycaeus , Pine-clad Maenalus . The sheepe surround Him priz'd in our Esteem , Nor Thou Them to be vainely slighted deem , O divine Poet : Ev'n Adonis faire His sheepe did pasture at the Rills with Care. The Sheep-heard tardy Cow-heards thither drew ; From gathering Winter Acorns did accrew Menalcas wet ; And Then demand They All This fascinating Love's Originall . Why art thou Frantick , Gallus , cryes Apollo : For now thy Darling doth Another follow Through the Snow-shirted Alpes , and horrid Camps . Next , pranckt with Flowry Wreathes , Sylvanus ramps , And came with flowring Feruls in his hand , And great unsully'd Lillys . Ruddy Pan , The God that swayes Arcadia Then appear'd , With Dane-wort Berries , and Vermillion smeard , And ( quoth He ) will there be no Meane , nor measure ? Such Griefes as these to slight Love takes a Pleasure . Nor Teares dire Love ; Nor Streames that gently float Grasse satiate ; Cythisse , Bees ; Nor leaves , the Goat . Yet thus He said , Arcadians , ye this Thing ( To sing sole skild ) shall in your Mountains sing , What soft Repose shall Then my Bones enjoy , If your Pipe shall my Loves Hereafter play ? And would to God I had bin of your Crew To tend your Flock , or Vintager to You ▪ Were Phyllis , or Amyntas of Renown My Paramour ( what though Amynt be Brown ▪ Blacke is the Hyacinth , and Violet ) Beneath a Willow-married Vine We'd sit : Me Phyllis Chaplets ( while Amynt did sing ) Should gather . Here 's a coole , and pleasant Spring , Here soft enameld Meadowes , Here a Grove , Here my whole Life , I 'de spend with Thee , my Love. Now moody Cupid , ' mongst hard Warres Alarms , And hostile Troopes detaines Me , hemb'd with Armes , Thou , hard Lycoris , from the Country farre ( May I , to give no credence to it , care ) Without Me through the Alpes , and Rhine dost trace . Let no cold hurt Thee , ah no keene yee race Thy tender Feet ! I 'l go , those Layes that earst Compos'd were in Chalcidick Numbers First , I 'l tune on the Sicilian shep-heards Reed . For , rather in the Woods I have decreed My Mansion 'mong the wild Beasts dens to have , And in Trees tender Barks my Loves ingrave : They shall increase : You , my Loves shall increase . 'Bout Nymph-frequented Maenalus I 'l chase , Or Boars intoil . Parthenian Lawns will I Begird ( cold scorching ) with the loud-mouth'd Cry. Through Clifts , and ecchoing Woods ev'n Now to go I seeme : Cydonian Flights from Parthian Bow I 'l twang : As though This may my Fury cure , Or Cupid may to sympathize inure . But now again not Hamadryades , Nor Verses Themselves Vs impatient please , Woods yeeld again ; Our Toils Him cannot change . Though We through Thracian snow i' th winter range , Though Then We drench our Lips in Hebrus Floud : Though when the Barke rives on the Elm We shou'd Feed th' Aethiop's sheepe , under the Crab adust . Love All subdues , and yeeld to Love We must . This that your Poet sung it shall suffice , Ye Muses , whilst He sitting Wickers ties . To Gallus make these Layes , Pierides , Most deare : to Gallus , whose love doth encrease To Me each houre as much , as in the Spring The Aldar sprours . Let 's go , to such as sing The shade's offensive , the Iuniper's shade : And shades are hurtfull , when they Fruits invade . Full-fed , my browzing Goats , go home , goe home , For Night-reducing Hesper Now is come . FINIS . A SATYRICAL ESSAY , OR THE TWO FIRST SATYRS OF IVVENAL ENGLISHED . BY IOHN BIDLE . Est aliquid prodire tenùs , si non datur vltra . LONDON . Printed I. L. 1634. THE EPISTLE . MArvell not , Readers , that I set before you but this Pittance : I was loth to cloy your Appetites at the first , knowing ( on the one side ) that mens quesy and squemish stomacks rellish better the poinant suckets of a Love-Sonnet , or the Iulips of a frothy Epigram , than a Homely ( though holesom ) dish of Satyricall stuffe : And fearing withall ( on t'other side ) lest having cooked a great deale of this hard and sower-Meat ill , I might have so distasted a truely judicious Palat , as to have made it even sicke with Loathing , being not able by Reason of the Quality ( much more the Quantity ) without great annoyance , to concoct it . In this therefore ( in cooking I meane ) if I have greatly failed , I will willingly cry Peccavi , and herein offend no more : if not , ( God helping ) present you with the second and third course . In the mean-time , Gentlemen , rest you consent . Iohn Bidle . D. IVNIVS IVVENAL , HIS FIRST SATYR . THE ARGVMENT . Our Author in his furious Breast Resolves , in like sort , to infest The tyring Poets of his Times , But with sharp-fang'd Satyrick Rimes ; Urg'd in this rough Career to prance , By Rome's debaucht Inhabitan's : As shamelesse lewd Uiragoes First ; Soft Nice-lings , and Informers cur'st ; Pollers of Wards ; Wife-selling Pimps ; Will forgers , and Incestuous Imps ; Chuffs ; Dic●rs , with their Boven Lures ; Excessive Builders ; Epicures . WHat ? shall I be a Hearer onely still ? And ne'r to counter tire 'em try my Quill , With bawling Codrus vext , & pester'd Thus , His Poems , of the Gests of Thescus , So oft rehearsing , till He 's hoarse again ? Scot-free shall One troule out to Me amain , His curious smooth Latin Comedies ? Another his soft amorous Elegies ? And tyred thus on each side , ne'r shall I ? Scot free shall that Long tedious Tragedy Of Telephus , be all-day-long recited ? Or that of mad Orestes , Fury-frighted , The Booke of a huge Bulk ; in Folio Writ ; And ( th' Margin full ) Endorst ; Nor ended yet ? None better knowes his House , than I the Grove Of dantlesse Mars , sprung from the Strain of love ; And thumping Vulcan's Forge , that doth o're-peere The seven AEolian rocky I lets neere . What Pranks the whiffling Winds are wont to play ; What Ghosts sterne wracking AEacus doth pay ; From whence Another steales the Golden Fleece , And beares It , through the surging Brine , to Greece ; What great Wild-ashes Monychus , in Fight , Vp-rives , and darts against the Lapithite , Muse-fostring Fronto's walks his Or-thards round , Seeld with broad-spreading Plane-Trees , still resound . And 's Roof 's ev'n shiverd downe with oft Repeating , And Marble Columnes with the daily Beating Of yelling Poets cryes ev'n broke , record , As if th' had conn'd it over every Word . The Dog-bolt Poet , and the Artist Rare On the same subject Descant every where . And We from th' Fcrule have our Hand with drawne And We , declaiming Fained Theams have ta'ne , And counseld Sylla , his vast Reach confinde , And 's troublesome Dictatorship resignde , Vnto a Private Life to buckle Then , And sleepe secure . 'T is foolish Pitty , when You meet so many Poets every where , A little worth-lesse paper for to spare . But why I Rather list This Race to run , Rak't by Arunca's Noble Foster-son : If you at Leisure be , and like it well ; And of a Reason will admit , I 'l tell . When a soft Eunuch with a Wife shall mix ; When lewd Froes ( such as Maevia ) shall transfix The Tuscan Boar upon the Stage , and Bear , With naked Dugs , a Steel-tipt Hunting-spear ; When one base Scoundrell , Now out-vyes , Himselfe , All the Patricians with his ill got Pelfe , Who whilom oft with snipping Sissers sheard , When I was in my Prime , my cumbrous Beard ; When that AEgyptian Peasant , ( Now so soft ) That Vassall of Canopus , Crispin , oft Cals backe his Purple Cloake , and at It chides , That with the Heft still from his shoulders slides ; And waves his sweating Fingers too and fro , His light , thin-plated , Summer-Rings to show , Nor can ( for sooth ) endure the pond'rous Fraight , Of a Gem , in his Ring , of greater waight ! It is a hard thing not to Satyrize . 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 ? When that Guts , Matho , ( of an Advocate , Turnd a Promooter Now ) is growne of Late Lo Rich that He in his New Litter rides , Full with his strouting Panch , and burly sides : And after Him when That Arch-Sycophant , The Poller of the Greatest Peeres , doth flaunt , That soone of precious Life will All deprive , Of the devoured Nobles that survive ; Whom even the base Delator Massa feares ; To whom the Pick-thanke Carus Presents beares ; At whom Latinus shudders , and for Hire , ( To stop his mouth ) even playes the Apple-Squire , And prostitutes to Him his owne deare Wife , Lest He accuse Him should , and take his Life . When They disherit Thee , the Lawfull Heir , Who in the Will invest Them-selves , by their Night Service ; Who soone up to Wealth , and powre , This Way ( the best Now to Promotion ) towre , Even by fulfilling the Obsene delights , Of rich Old Womens Itching Appetites : To Proculeius one twelfth Part 's assign'd , But unto Gillo the eleventh behind ; In the Inheritance every One doth share , As They by prudent Nature furnisht are : Well , much good it Him with his Lot ( for me ) And let Him , all his Blood exhausted , be With such a meager Palenesse still possest , As He that with bare Heels a Snake hath prest ; Or th' Oratour in the strict Solemne Game At the Lugdunian Altar to Declaime . What need I to relate with how great Ire My dry , chaf'd , glooming Liver 's set on Fire ? When that base Termagant doth proudly strout , And prease the People with the mighty Rout Of his Retinue , that his person gards , That rose to this vast Powre by Pilling Wards , Whom Now Ill-tempting Need doth even constrain Their lives by Prostitution to sustain : And Marius , who into Exile went , Condemn'd in vain ( for what 's Disparagement . If a Man's money still remaineth safe ? ) Now eft-soones , after eight of clock , doth quaffe , And 's Genius cheeres more , than Before , by Ods , And makes a Booty of the Angry Gods : But Thou , victorious Province , polled sore , Thy un-reprized Pillage dost deplore . These shall I not think worthy to be jerkt , And with a Venusinian Satyr yerkt , That smels o' th Lamp ? Shall I not Ferret These ? Why Rather should the Toiles of Hercules , Or Diomedes Fowl-transformed Men , Or bellowing Minocaure engrosse my Pen ? The Sea drencht Boy , or that quaint Artizan , That did the Air with selfe-fram'd Pinions fan ? When a base Pimp th' Adult'rer's Goods inherits , ( If his Wife cannot by her Filthy Merits ) That his Crafts-Master is up-right to ly , And rivet on the Seeling still his Ey ; And , faining Him well whitled , to repose , And Then snore soundly with a routing Nose : When he dares canvas for a Regiment , That hath his Goods , in Pampring Horses , spent ; Who wasts his Ancestor's Demeanes away , While with swift Coach he rakes Flaminia : For young Automedon the Palfreyes reand , When as He , vaunting , did Himselfe commend , Vnto his cloak-invellopt Paramour . Why , prithee , should I Now not bend my Powr , And fill large Tables in a four-way Leet ? When a proud Princox Lords it through the street , Pearcht on six Shoulders , to the fleeting Air On each side open , in a naked Chair , Even mating soft Mecaenas Garb ; that came Vnto this gallant Pompe , this Wealth , and Fame , By Little forged Wils , and Testaments , And his wet Signet , that the Wax indents . While further I proceed in Sin 's Survay , A powerfull Matron meets Me in the Way , Who to her thirsty Husband 'bout to skink A Cup of lushious Galene Wine , to drink , It with a Land-Toads banefull Venom blends , And Counsell to her Ruder Neighbours lends , ( Than that Locusta earst b'ing better skild ) Their Husbands with a Poysonous Potion kild , Forth-with to cary their blacke Corses out , Though it be knowne , and bruited by the Rout. If e'r Thou meanest to Thrive , some Fact assaile Short Gyaros deserving , and the Iaile : Prais'd Vertue sits , and blowes her Nailes for Cold. To heinous Crimes they ow , what-e'r they hold , To Them ingaged for their Wealthy State , Their Hort-yards , Manours , Tables Antique Plate , And imbost Goblets , on whose massy Sides Stands Phryxus Emblem that the Goat bestrides . Whom suffers the Ineestuous Leacher vile , That his owne Brothers Daughter doth defile , ( With Money precorrupted ) for to sleep , And 's Pen from writing touchy Satyrs keep ? Whom Male-Brides filthy , and Cupidian Boyes , That learne lewd Courtship , yet their childish Toyes , And Purple garded Coats are laid aside ? If the Ill Genius of a Man denide , Even Indignation would make Verses Than , So , so , as I , or Cluvienus can . Since that Deucalion , ( the Rest drencht in Rain ) Imbarquing on the Showr-incensed Main , Bi-topt Parnassus in a Friggot rought , And Themis Oracle devoutly sought ; And softned Stones , ensould by vitall Heat Gan quicken by Degrees , and Cold defeat ; And Pyrrha shewd her Maids ( enlived Stones ) To the Males likewise sprung from Tellus Bones : Mens Actions whatsoever , Fond desire , Vaine Pleasure , Pannicke Feare , Revengefull Ire , False glozing loyes , and fruitlesse speeches , looke , Are even the hotch-potcht Subject of our Booke . And when had all deboistnesse e'r more Scope ? When lay a greater Receptacle ope To the Prodigious Sin of Avarice , Than in our Times ? when did damn'd cheating Dice E'r raigne o'r Human Beasts with greater Sway ? For Now , not little Bags , to goe to play A Sett at Tables , do our Gamesters take , But a whole Coffer , cram'd with mony , stake . What Bick'rings you 'l see with the Steward There , His Master's Squire ( forsooth , ) that do's prepare His Implements , and Dicing Equipage . Infuriated with a Simple Rage Art Thou , lewd Spend-Thrist , for to loose no Lesse , At Mum-chance , than an hundred Sesterces , And not , for Wretchednesse , to spare a Groat Tow'rd buying of thy quiv'ring Groome a Coat ? Which of our Grandsires did , in Elder dayes , So many costly , sumptuous Mannours raise ? Which , by Himselfe Alone , at one Repast , Did with seven Dishes feast his dainty Tast ? But in the Lobby , Now a little Maund , To be snatcht by the Gowned Rout , doth stand ; Yet First he in thy Face doth stare , and dread Lest Thou , false nam'd , come in Anothers stead . If known , Thou shalt Receive . He summons Then By a shrill Cryer , even the Noble-men , That vaunt Themselves sprung from the Trojan Strain , For They infest the Lobby with our Train . Give to the Praetor , to the Tribune give They yell aloud , and cry . But by your leave , Roome for a Libertine your Better , Here ( Quoth He ) I am , your Better . Should I feare , Or doubt for to defend , and keep my Place , Though great Euphrates Verge my Birth embase , Which the soft Loop-holes in my eare imply , Although I stiffely should the same deny ? But my five Taverns in the Forum Heere , Yeeld Me a Knights Revenues every Yeere , What greater Boon confers the Purple Vest , ( The Badge of Knighthood ) if Corvinus prest By Need , turnes Hireling , and Anothers Sheep Doth in the Champains of Laurentum keep ? With a far richer State endow'd am I , Than wealthy Pallas , and the Lucini ; Now therefore let the Tribunes wait a space : Let Riches beare the Bell ! nor Him give place To sacred Honour , that , priz'd at a Rate , With white chalkt Feet came to this City Late ! Sith Powerfull Riches Now Majestick sit , Amongst Vs deem'd Divine , although , as yet , Thou , banefull Mony , dwelst not in a Fane ; As yet , by Vs un-godded dost remaine , Nor have we any Altars reard to Thee , As unto Peace , Faith , Vertue , Victory , And Concord , on whose Temple , with the Beak The Storks , their Nests saluting , loudly creak . But when , at the yeeres End the States do count , To what the Profit of the * Maund doth mount ; How much it doth to their Revenues add : What shall poore Clients do , that Hence are glad To fetch the shooes They weare , and Hence their Cloak ; Hence Bread , and Wood to make the Chimney smook . The Nobles , clustring , in their Litters stand , And crowd together thick to beg a Maund . The faint Wife , ready to be brought a Bed , Her Husband followes , and about is led . One , Suttle , for his absent Wife a Part Demandeth will , a well knowne tricke of Art , For his Wife showing a close empty Couch ; Then to the Almer doth the same avouch , And quicke dismisse me , 'T is my Galla , cryes ; Why staist thou thus , and dallist ; He replyes ? Lift , Galla , up thy head ; Advance thy Crest : When straight th' Impostor , Peace , She takes her rest Our Roman Gentry with a rare survay , And exact order , can dispose the day ! For , first to crave a Maund betimes they goe ; Then , to Augustus Court of Plea ; And so , Vnto the Lawyers Haunt , Apollo's shrine , Where the Triumphall clinquant statues shine , Mongst which , I know not what AEgyptian slave , And Arch - Arabian durst his Image have , Not onely worthy to be well be-pist , But — The Old weary Clients then , dismist Depart the Lobby , with a Maund content , ( That for a Supper hop't before they went ) And with it ( for they quite despaire againe ) To buy 'em Wood , and Cole worts last are faine , Meane while the choicest Sea fish , at his Boord , The choicest Ven'son that the Woods afford , Their Kingly Patron rich doth gurmandize , And by Himselfe on his Bed empty lyes : For of so many Faire , so Old , and Large , They but one Table still with Viands charge , Their Patrimonies there devouring quite . There will be now no Smell-feast Parasite . But who ' I endure those base Luxurious Chusses ? What 's He , who , when his stanch-lesse Maw he Stuffes , Whole Brawns before him sets ( Prodigious thing ! ) A Creature onely made for Banqueting ? But Thou dost quickly for thy Ravening pay : For when Thou , stripped , downe thy Robes dost lay , And to the Bath within thy strouting Panch ( The which so many Cates before did stanch ) An undigested Peacocks Flesh dost bring , Hence sudden Deaths , and Age Incestate spring . A Now ( nor Balefull ) Fame is bruited , Beast ; Of thy untimely Death at every Feast . And thy last Funerall Solemnitie Is by thy moody Friends performd with Glee . There will be no Offence , no Crime so bad , That After-Age can to our Manners add ! Our Nephewes will the same desire and doo . All Vice is at the Highest Pitch ! Goe too , Launch , Bully , launch , and all thy Sailes display ; Ply nipping Satyrs . Here , per chance you 'l say , Whence , prithee , wilt thou have such Wit , and Art , That 's correspondent to so hard a Part ? Whence th' Ancients Liberty ( their Mindes to write , And , what their Fury prompted , to recite : ) ( I say ) The Ancients down-right Liberty , Whose Name I dare not Now to specifie ? What matterd it at all , if Mutius , Tho , Forgave Lucilius biting Taunts , or No ? But Now debaushed Tigellistus note , And Then , invellopt with a Rozen'd Coate , Thou shalt be kindled for a Taper-Light , Like Them , with transsixt Throats that blaze by Night , And in the middle of the Tragicke sand , A broad Trench dig'em , and there burning stand . Shall He Then , that with banefull Aconite , Three Vncles poison'd , and dispatcht 'em quite , Vpon a Down-stuft Couch be mounted high , And over-looke Vs with a scornfull Ey ? Yes ; If he chance to meet Thee in the Way , Straight with thy Finger stop thy lips , I say : For if it happen but one Word run o're , There will be an Appeacher ; St , no more . Thou safely mayest adventure to rehearse AEneas Stowr with the Rutilian Fierce : Achilles Story , how he got his End , Transsixt by Paris Dart , doth no● offend : Or much-sought Hylas , that so soone was quencht , And with his Pitcher in the Fountaine drencht . As oft as wood Lucilius , as it were , With his drawn Bilbow Thunderd , straight for feare , The Hearer flushes , whose Heart 's cold with Sin ; With Secret Guilt his Fivers sweat within . Hence th' are so testy , and for Anger Whine . Perpend Thou therefore this Advice of mine , Before th' Alarm : Who hath his Murrion hent , Hee too-late of the Duell doth repent . Well Then what 's granted ' gainst Those , I 'l assay , Interr'd i' th' Latin , and Flaminian way . D. IVNIVS IVVENAL HIS SECOND SATYR . THE ARGVMENT . False glozing Stoickes naked Stript ; Their tapess'd sins unmaskt , and whipt . Obscene abused Cat amites . Soft Iudges . Base Hermaphrodites . Face-Farthing Otho quipt ; his Error In too much Gazing on his Mirror . The Gracchi ( that not orious Paire ) Unvizor'd , and well-scourged are : The First , for his Man. Marriage , vext ; For Fencing on the Stage the Next . He shewes the source , from whence arise All such uncouth Impieties , To be , ' cause men beleeve no Hell. Then do's Rome's vast Ambition tell , And jerkes , with It , her soft-growne State That Strangers did effeminate . I Hence from Rome will post , with speedy Motion , Beyond the Sauromates , and frozen Ocean : When Sacred Manners are the Chat of Those , Who , seeming Cury , live like Bacchus Froes . First are your Art-lesse Pedants : though at Home They have Chrysippus Image made of Lome In every Creeke , and Corner . For sole He , Of these Men , the exactest faine will be , That can the Life-like Statues shew to Vs , Of Aristotle , and Sage Pittacus . And ( ●s Megazin of Bookes to guard ) that sets Cleanthes and the Stoicks Counterfeits . The Front 's a cozening Mirror : For what street Is not with Obscene Catoes now repleate ? None more comptrols Effeminacy , than The most notorious soft Socratian . Rough Limbs , and Armes all-bristled o'r with Haire . Are the plaine Badges of a Mind severe : But in thy smooth Posteriors , full of Biles , The smiling Leach doth lance the swelling Piles . These men have seal'd-up Lips , and take great Pride , In silence and demurnesse ; yea , beside Then notted Haire doth not their Ey-brow busse : And therefore debaucht Teribonius Is in a far more tolerable state ; His Nature to Malignant Stars , and Fate I iustly doe impute , whose very colour , And lazy Gate are Symptomes of his Dolour . Such mens simplicity should Vs excite To Sympathy , and Ruth ; Their Passion 's might Doth plead Them Guiltlesse : But far worse are They Who with Herculean Thundring Taunts inveigh ' Gainst these Delinquents , and of Vertue prate Amid their base Venereous Cringes . What ? For feare of thy drad presence shall I thiver , While thy Posteriors do obscenely quiver ? Or , Sext us , am I one jot worse than Thee , Quoth loose Varillus of known Iufamy ? Strait let Him be , that mocks a wry-leg'd Man ; White , that derides an AEthiopian . The Graccbi plaining fore of Garboiles neare , And Innovation , who can brooke to heare ? Who would not , with confusion blending All , Cry out ; Heavens ! Earth , and Seas ! when Verres shall , ( The Archest Land sharke ) be displeas'd with Theeves ; At Homicides when th' Hackster Milo grieves ; The most Notorious leacher Clodius , Empleads Adulterers ; When Cethegus ; ( The Boutefeu ) 's accus'd by Catiline ; When three like bloudy Tyrants shall ( in fine ) Tax Sylla's Table of Proscription ? In which list was Vespasian's Lust-full Sonne , Whos 's Coiture , and late-Adultery , Might be the subject of a Tragedy : Who calling backe the Inlian Law severe , All , nay ( Mars and his Lemman thrild with Feare : From Iulia's fruitfull ( but too son-laid ) wombe , When so many Abortives forth did come ; And from Her issued , ( in lieu of sonne ) ( Right like their Vncle ) shapelesse Embryous . Therefore doe not the most deboist , by right , Yea even the vicious in the Abstract , slight These glozing Sca●r● , Who of sinne complaine . And , bit by thier Invectives , snap againe ? Late one of these Abuse-Comptrolers proud Laronia brookt not , as he yeild aloud , Retreating , where art thou Julian Law ? Falne in a ●ethargy ? with smiling Aw Who thus acoasts Him ; O thrice-happy Age , Whose Manners Grosse are checkt by such a Sage ! Let Rome ( earst Impudent ) Now blush c'offend : A third sowre Cato doth from heaven descend ! But whence , Sir , doe the Iushious Vnguents come ? Whence is this odoris'rous Balsamum ( In thy rough hairy Neck that swels so ) brought ? Tell of what seller of Perfumes 't was bought . But if the sleep-drownd Lawes be rowzed , Than , Above All , ought the sharpe Scantinian . First canvas Men in your strict Scrutinies : More palpable are their Enormities : But their Vast Number doth Them safely shield , And their close Files with Target Fencers stield . Amongst those Rybaulds there is great Consent ; But no such detestable President Shall in our Sex be found : Even Taedia ( That Trull ) doth never Abuse Cluvia : Nor Flora ( that lewd Quean ) Catulla Wrong With th' obscene Actions of her beastly Tong. Hispo's a Pathick , and diseas'd no lesse With Passive , than with Active Filthinesse . Do e'r we Women wrangling causes plead ? Do We the Civill-Lawes peruse , and read ? Or in your strife-full Courts e'r scold , and brawl ? Still at your Tournies , Few ( or None at all ) Virago-like doe combat ; Few doe eat The Doughty Wrastlers sole-allotted Meat . Ye Card Wooll , and re-carry backe in Maunds The well-wrought Webb ; Ye nimbly with your hands Rowl the Thred-swelling Spindle , Quicker yea Than feat Arachne , or Penelope . Like to the Squallid Spinster , by her Dame Doom'd to the Clog for being Tardy ta'ne . Why wealthy Hister made his Denison , In 's Will sole Heir of all his Goods , 't is known ; Why with great Largesses He , in his Life , Rewarded still his untoucht Virgin-Wife . Rais'd shall She be to Wealth , and Dignity , That in a Pathick's Pallet Third doth ly . This way to Thrive I thee will onely teach , Marry but such a One , and ne'r Appeach . Rich Pendants guerdon oft such secresie . On Vs a heavie Doome is past , and We Mean-while do smart it ; The Lawes partiall are , That silly Doves infest , and Crows forbeare . These daunted Stoicks from Laronia slung , While such Apparant Truths She boldly sung : For who can burden her with Forgeries ? What will not others dare to enterprise , When Thou invellopt art , soft Creticus , In Robes of Tassetie Diaphanous And ( though the Rout doth fleere at this thy Vest ) In it to Death Thou Harlots sentencest , As poore Polinea , and Procula . A Whore's Fabulla , and Carfinia , Condemne 'em ( if Thou list ; ) yet ne'r will They , Condemn'd , invest Themselves in such Aray . But Sun-burn't July Sir , most torrid is , And I even swelt with Heat . I grant you This Then plead stark-naked : 'T is a seemlier thing To be a Mad-man , than a Wantonling . A Garb past all compare ! in which Thee clad , And promulgating Lawes ( so Life They had ) Ev'n daign to heare the Ancient Romans might , Returning Victors from some horrid Fight All gasht , and mangled ; And those Mountainers , Their Plowes forsaking , and their Tillage-Cares ! What would you not exclaime , a Iudge to see So trapped ? I demand if A affetie Become a Witnesse ? Thou undaunted art , A Patriot stout : yet ev'ry Limb , and Part May be discerned ( to thy great disgrace ) Through the small crannies of thy pory Case . 'T is other Loose Men's foule Contagion Hath stencht thy Life , and further yet will run ; Like as one Scabbed Sheepe a Flocke infects ; One scurvie Swine a whole Heard's Health rejects ; And from sight of one perisht Grape that 's blue , Another Grape contracts the selfe-same Hue. E'r long thou 'lt Villanies attempt , and dare , Than those soft Vestments more flagitious farre . None forwith e'r extreamely wicked grew . Thee , by degrees , into their filthy crew The throng of Dapper softlings will admit , Who 'bout their Fronts at Home do Bonnets knit , Their Neckes adorning with deft Carquinets ; And ( like the Froes , that with Sow's tender Tears Appease their Bona dea ) screen'd in Night's Black collied Mantle , doe their beastly Rites To the Virago ; but invert the Guise , And Women thence cashier , and chase with Cries , Who dare not to the guarded Lobby venture ? This sacred Temple may Men onely enter ; Hence , Profane Women , Hence , They lowdly bawl ; No Cornets Clangor howleth Here at all ; Such Orgies did those Priests Effeminate , Earst with Night-burning Tapers celebrate , Wont with their Antique Rounds ( obscenely merry ) Cecropian Cotytto even to weary . He with wet Cole-sleck all his eye-brow smears ; Then curls in curious sort the collow'd Haires With a neat Crisping Pin , and lifting up His twinckling Eyes , doth fard'em In a Cup Of Glasse , proportion'd like a Virile Wand , He drinks , and in a Call ( with curious Hand Made all of ductill Gold ) his Head he dresses , Fare't with the Trammels of his braided Tresses ; In Watchet Robes invested , finely wrought With Cob-web-worke , and in a Whitish Coat Smooth-shorn , and thin , his very Groome ( beside ) Swearing by Juno in a wanton Pride . In 's Hand Another carr's a Looking glasse , ( Earst Otho's , born in lieu of Royall Mace ) And It , no lesse triumphing , doth advance , Than Turnus , when he brandisht Actor's Lance. In which He view'd Him-selfe in Harnesse standing , And His the standards to erect commanding . In new-made Registers , and a Fresh story To be recorded is this Mirror 's Glory , Part of the Baggage of the Civil Warre ! Galba to stay , was like a Chiestain Rare , And woman-like ( forsooth ) with curious Art His Skin to Fucusse , was a Heroe's part ! To bicker sharpely , at Brebriacum , For Empire of great Pallace-famed Rome . And spread on 's Face Bread soakt in Asses Milk , To sleek the skin , and make 't as soft as silke ! When Quiver-wearing loose Semramis Did never in Assyria practise This ; Nor Cleopatra , in her base Retreat From fatall Actium , sad for her defeat . All kind of rybauld Talke , and filthy words , Are Here the parly at their very Boards : To speake obscurely Here , and make a Noise With an affected wanton , lisping Voice , Hath the same Liberty , as earst among Base Phrygian Cybele's lascivious Throng ; And the old dotard , with a hoary Head , Their Arch-Priest , Spirit-rapt , and extased , May for his rav'ning panch . ( ne'r cloy'd with meat ) Of Gurmandizers be sole tearm'd the GREAT ; And is well worthy to be hir'd , to be Their Provost with an Ample Salarie . But why yet linger These , and daily thus , Whom ( like those Phrygian Priests Venereous ) It is high time Themselves to evirate , Sith they are Now grown quite Effeminate ? The Pathick Gracchus ( like a Virgin-Bride ) ( As I thinke ) to a Fluter earst affide , A Trumpeter he was else ( I assure ye ) Gave forty Sesterces to him for doury . In short , the Nuptial Tables both were sign'd ; To this great Vollyes of loud shouts were ioyn'd All crying out to Both , God give ye Ioy ! Large dishes , charg'd with Viands , in a Ray Were set upon the Tabler ; This New Bride Lay dandling in her Husband's Lap beside . O Peers ! Of Censours , to Reforme with speed , Or of Sooth-sayers have We greater need T' Attone such foule portentuous Crimes as This ? 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 ? Long purfled stoles , and Scarfs of Crimson Dy Now habit Him , whose Neck beseemingly With short Round scutcheons was still charg'd of yore , Which Thong-ty'd , nodding with the Waight he bore , And the Morisco danc'd , till ( chaf't with Heat ) He parboild all his Limbs in scalding sweat . O Mars , drad Father of all-crushing Rome ! Whence have the Latian upland shep-heards come To this stupendious Height of Wickednesse ? Whence hath such tickling Lust ( like Netles ) these Thy bastardizing Nephews toucht , and slung ? For lo a Man , whose Fame for Riches rung ; Who was innobled by his royall Line , Doth ( against Nature ) with a Man combine ! And dost not ( for all This ) thy Murrion shake , Nor cause the Earth , struck with thy Lance , to quake And , netled with most horrid Indignation , To thy fire love complaine in furious Fashion ? Avant Then ; leave thy Tilt. yard ( earst severe ) Which Thou neglectest Now , devoid of care . To Morrow , when Sol First shall mount his Carre , And Heaven's Career to Gallop Him prepare , I must unto Quirinus Temple wend , For I 've engag'd my service to a Friend . Pray what 's the cause ( quoth One ) of your Vagary ? When straight Another , Why d' ye make Enquiety , As though You know not ? His Friend married is Vnto a Man , and with a Few , ( for This ) 'T is shuffled up : But , if you live , you 'l see Such Nuptials solemniz'd openlie , And in the Publike Registers inrold . Mean while great Teen these Male-Brides hearts doth hold , Because They cannot ( be They ne'r so fain ) Bring foorth , and so their Husbands still retain . But Nature well provided that our minds Should not our Bodyes change to other Kinds . These cannot be with-childed , therefore They Must barren dy , and ne'r their Bellies lay ; Nor yet no pouting hus pust Lydian Dame With her Receipts can remedy the same : Nor would it profit , though their Palms they had By Pans yare running Priests well ferula'd . But Gracchus in a sleeve-lesse Coat bedight , ( His Gown discarded ) hath outstripped quite This vncouth monster with his Trident , and Turnd Fencer , earst did scoure the spacious Sand , O'r come , and chas'd by his pursuing Fo-man ( I say ) the Scoundrel Gracchus , No● a common Net-casting Fencer , whose high Royall strain Dim'd with it's Lustre all the clinquant traine Of Capitol-preserving Manlius . The stout Marcelli , Great-soul'd Catulus , And life-contemning Paulus doughty Brood ; Th' Heroick Fabies all of Noble Blood And all the Senators , with every Peere Plac't in the Fore-ranke of the Theater ; Though I should ad to These the Praetor too , The Fencing-Nets to cast that hir'd him tho . That there are any grizly , hideous Ghoasts ; Realms vnder ground in Hel's black Ebon Coasts ; And a long shoving Pole ( grim Charon's Oare ; ) And blacke Frogs swimming in the Stygian Moore , And that so many thousand souls do float . And stem that Sable Sound in one small Boat ; Men , nay even Boyes themselves ( vnlesse they be No higher than three Horse-loaves , nor a Fee E'r to the Bath-guide did for Batting pay ) Are so farre from Beleeving Now , that They But Silly Old wives Fables do esteem 'em , And childrens Bugs , and Scare-crows onely deem'em But do Thou count em ' true ; What dost suppose Stern Curius thinks , and the Two Scipio's ? What grave Fabricius , and Camillus Ghoast ? What all the Fabies , that Patrician Hoast , Quite routed at the Verge of Cremera ? And all the Roman Fry , whose Corpses lay So thicke , that Cannae's field was paved quite ? What the soules of so many slaine in Fight , As oft as any such polluted Ghoast As this , descends Hence to their hallowed Coast ? Sure They would eft-soons to be purg'd desire With Sulphur ( might they have 't ) and Sacred Fire ; With fat Pine-Tapers , and a clensing Spray , To sprinkle Holy-water , made of Bay. Alas , We ( Whether we beleeve 't , or no ) To the Infernall Kingdomes needs must go ! We have ( Indeed ) our Guydons born beyond The Late-ta'n Orcads , and Hibernian strond ; And sea-clapt Britans whose light Hemi-sphere Is with Nights sable shrouds scarce curtain'd e're . But the Prodigious sins , which We , at Home , ( Triumphant Victors ) do commit in Rome , Those whom We have surpriz'd , and triumph o're ( Sole Conquerours indeed ) to doe abhorre . But yet One , loose Armenian Zalates , Softer than striplings All , unnerv'd by Ease , Was ( as 't was bruited , and by all men se'd ) The Lust-inflamd Tribune's Ganymed . See what commerce will doe ! he came to Rome As a good , simple Hostage did become . Here they are made Men ! But if longer stay These Forraine Lands make in our City , They Shall ne'r want a corrupting Paramour . Their slops , Knives , Bridles , switches swopt with our Loose Garbles , the Praetext Manners soft away They will beare with them to Artaxata . FINIS . Notes, typically marginal, from the original text Notes for div A14498-e15580 * * Sportula opposita caenae recta .