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Two kings like Saul, much taller than the rest, Cannot my prayers a free acceptance find?
Their equal armies draw into the field ; Nor my tears foften an obdurate mind? Till one take th' o:her prisoner they contest; My fame of chastity, by which the ikies
Courage and fortune must to conduct yield. I reacht before, by thee extinguish'd dies.
Into my borders now larbas falls,
The wild Numidians will advantage take, And styl’u by modern Lombards pensive Chess. For thee both Tyre and Carthage me forlahe. Yet some that fled from Troy to Rome report, Hadst thou before thy flight but left with me Penthefilea Priam did oblige;
A young Æneas, who, resembling thee,
To pass the tedious hours of ten years frege. Not wholly loít, nor quite descried beep ;
Look gravely on whilft fierce Bellona fights; Betray'd to mischiefs, of which dcath's the leaf. Yet maiden modesty her motions steers,
With fixed looks he stands, and in his brea? Nor rudely skips o'er bishops heads like knights. By Jove's command, his struggling care lupa
Out of my hcart Eliza's name shall blot:
And that must jullify our fad divorce.
Since I must you forsake, would Fate permit, Cyllenius from Æneas straight doth fly; To my desires I might my fortune fit; He loth to disobey the God's command,
Troy to her ancient splendour I would raise, Nor willing to forsake this pleasant land,
And where I first began, would end my days Alham'd the kind Eliza to deceive,
But since the Lycian L.ots, and Delphic God But more afraid to take a solemn leave;
Have destin'd Italy for our hede; He many ways his labouring thonghts revolves, Since you proud Carthage (fled from Tyre) er.; 5, But fear o'ercoming shame, at last refolves
Why hould not Latium us recciie from Tro;? (Instructed by the God of Thieves * ) to steal
As for my inn, my father's angry ghof Himself away, and his escape conceal.
Tells me bishopco by ny delays are croit, He calls his captains, bids them rig the feet,
And mighiy Jove's ambasador appsar'd That at the port they privately should nieet; With the fanie meliuge, when I law and heard; And some diflenibied colour to project,
We both are griev'il when you or I complain, That Dido should not their design fufpect :
But much the mor: when ail complaints ar: tali; But all in vain he did his plot dit use;
I call to wincit all the Gads, and thy
Beloved head, thercast ei paly
Whilst thus he speaks, she rols her aporll That wicked fame which their first love pro
Surveys hinz roun, and thus incens'd replies; Foretels the end: the queen with rage inflarn'd, Thy niother way to Goddefs, nor thy block Thus greets him: Thou diffembles, would'nt From Dardanus, but in fome horrid rocks, thou fly
Pertidious wretch, rough Caucains thee bret, Out of my arms by stealth persidiously? And with their milk Hyrcanian tigers Icd. Could not the hand I plighter, nor the love,
Difiimulation I shall now sorget, Nor thee the fate of dying Dido move?
And my reserves of rage in order fer. And in the depth of winter in the night, Culd all my prayers and fol: entrcaties force Dark a3 thy black designs to take the Bicht, Sichs from his breaft, or from his look remorse) To plow the raging seas to coasts anknow),
Where shall I first complain ? can mighty jove The kingdom thou pretend'st to, not thy own! Or Juno surh impieties approve? Were Troy restor'd, thou should'st mifruit a wird The juit Allrza sure is fled to hell; False as thy vows, and as thy heart unkind. Nor more in earth, nor heaven itself will dwell. Fly'st thou from me ? "By these dear drops of Oh Faith! him on my coasts by tempest cat!, brine
Receiving madly, on my throne I plac'd; I thee adjure, by that right hand of thine,
His men from famine, and his feet from fire By our espousals, by our marriage-bed,
I rescued : Now the Lycian Lots conspire If all my kindness aught have merited;
With Phæbus; now Jove's envoy through the air If ever I stood fair in thy esteem,
Brings dismal tidings; as if such low care From ruin me and my loft house redeem. Could rcach their thoughts, or their repose dikurb!
Thou art a false impostor, and a fourbe;
Go, go, pursue thy kingdom through the main, * Mercury
I hope, if Heaven her justice ftill retaio,
Thou Malt be wteck'd, or call upon some rock, The Queen beheld, as soon as diy appear'a,
This saying, from his hated figiit fhe fled, Arm, arm, the cry'd, and let our 'Tyrians board
With ours his fleet and carry fire and sword; Yet restless the arose, and looking out,
Leave nothing unattempted to dellroy Echolds the feet, and hears the leamen shout: That ferjur'd race, then let us dic with joy. When great Eneas pais d before the guard, What if th' event of war uncertain airc? To make a view how all things were prepar'd. Nor death, nor danger, can the desperate fear. Ah cruei Love! to what dort thou inforce But oh too late! this thing I should have done, Pocr mortal breasts! Again the hath recourse When first I plac'd the traitor on my throne. To tears and prayers, again she feels the smart Behold the faith of him who sav'd from fire Of a fr.th wound from his tyrannic dart.
His honour'd household Gods, his aged fire That the no ways nor means may leave untry'd, His pious shoulders from Troy's flamus did Thus to her fifter she herself apply'd :
bear; Dear tiiter, my resentment had not been
Why did I not his carcası
: piece-mcal tc?r, Somoving, if this fate I had forescen;
And cast it in the sea? why not destroy
All his companions, and beloved boy
And made the father on the fun to feast?
Surveys; and Juno, conscious of my woe;
Receive and grant my prayer? If he the sea
If Jove decree it, Jove's decree must itand;
From young Ascanius' fight, and be enforc'd
By violent and undeferved ones!
He shall submit, then may he not poffefs
Pursue this rate, this firvice dedicate
May from my is a new Achilles risc,
With firor.nd sword, and famine, when at length Grows loud, with leaves and scatter'd arms the Time to our great aitents contributcs firength; ground
Our seas, our shores, our armies theirs oppose, Is over-laid; yet he stands fixt, as high
And may our children be for ever foes !
Viewing the Trojan reliquus, the unsheath'd
Herself, and loftly thus lamenting srays;
Dear reliques, while that Gods and Fates give inne, in the inner court erect a pile ;
leave, Thereon his arms and once-lov'd portrait lay, Free me from care, and my glad soul receive. Thither our fatal marriage-bed convey;
That date which Fortune gave, I now must end, All cursed monuments of him with fire
And to the shades a noble ghost descend. We must abolish (so the Gods require.)
Sichæus' blood, by his false brother spilt, She gives her credit for no worse effect
I have reveng'd, and a proud city built ; Than from Sichæus' death she did suspect, Happy, alas; too happy I had liv'd, And her commands obeys.
Had not the Trojan on my coast arriv'd. Aurora now had left Tithonus' bed,
But shall I die without revenge ? yet die And o'er the world her blushing rays did spread; Thus, thus with joy to thy Sichæus fly.
My conscious fue my funcral fire shall view Then with her vest the wound the wipes and From fea, and may that omen him pursue !
dries; Her fainting hand let fall the sword bclmc ar'd Thrice with her arm the Queen attempts to With blood, and then the mortal wound appear'd; rile, 'Through all the court the fright and clamours rise, But her strength failing, falls into a swound, Which the whole city fills with fears and cries, Life's last efforts yet friving with her wound; As loud as if lier Carthage, or old Tyre
Thrice on her bed she turns, with wandering light The foe had cutered, and had set on fire. Seeking, she groans when she beholds the light. Amazed Anne with speed ascends the stairs, Then Juno, pitying her disastrous fate, And in her arms her dying after rears:
Sends Iris down, hur pangs to mitigaie. Did you for this, yourself and me beguile? (Since, if we fall before th’appointed day, For such an end did I tree this pile?
Nature and Death continue long their fray.) Did you so much despise me, in this fate
Iris defcends; this fatal lock (says she) Myself with you not to asociate ?
To Plutu I bequeath, 2: 1 set thee free; Yourfelf and me, alas this fatal wound
Then clips her hair : Cold numbcess straight box The Senate, and the people, doth confound. l'll wash her wound with tears, and at her death Her corpse of sense, and th' air her soul receives. My lips from hers fall draw her parting breath.
GOING this last summer to vist the Wells, I took an occasion (by the way) to wait
upon an ancient and honourable friend of mine, whom I found diverting his (ther folitary) retire:nent with the Latin original of this translation, which (being out of print) I had never seen before: when I looked upon it, I saw that it had formerly passed through iwo learned hands, not without approbation ; which were Ben Jonson and Sir Kenelm Digby; but I found it (where I shall never find inylelf) in the ser vice of a better mailer, the Earl of Bristol, of whom I shall say no more ; for I love not to improve the honour of the living, by impairing that of the dead; and my owe profeffion hath taught me not to eredi new superstructures upon an old ruin. He wa pleased to recommend it to me for my companion at the Wells, where I liked th entertainment it gave me so well, that I undertook to redeem it from an obfolet Engliin disguise, wherein an old Monk had cloathed it, and to make as becoming
new vest for it as I could. The author was a person of quality in Italy, his naine Mancini, which family matchet
lince with the sister of Cardinal Mazarine; he was contemporary to Petrarch, and Mantuan, and not long before Torquato Tasso ; which shews that the age they
lived in was not so unlearned as that which preceded, or that which followed. The author wroie upon the four Cardinal Virtues; but I have tran!lated only the two
first, not to turn the kindness I intended to him into an injury; for the two laft art little more than repetitions and recitals of the first; and (to make a just excuse for him) they could not well be otherwise, fince the two laft virtues are but descendanti from the first ; Prudence being tlie true mother of Tçmperance, and true Fortitude the child of Justice.
ISDOM's firft progress is, to take a view
What's decent or indecent, false or truc.
Wisdom of what herself approves, makes choice,
1 x widom, piety, delight, or use.
Some fectets deep in abstruse darkness lie ; What need we gaze upon the spangled sky?
Who by the cars the deceiv'd audience leads ? Wisdom herself her ear doth often lerid
If we were wise, these things we fhould not To countel offer'd by a faithful friend.
mind, In equal scalcs two doubtful matters lay, But more delight in easy matters fird. Thon may't chuse safely that which most coth Learn to live well, that thou may'st die fo too; weigh;
to live and die is all we have to do: 'Tis not fecure, this place or that to guard, The way (if no digression's inade) is ever, lí any other entrance stand unbarrid;
and free access, if we but ask, is given. Hc that escapes the serpent's teeth may fail, Then seek to know those things which make us If he himself secures not from his tail.
blert, Who faith, who could such ill events expe&? And having found them, lock them in thy breast; With fame on his own counsels doth refle&t. Enquiring then the way, go on, nor ilack, Nu in the world doth self-conceit deceive, But mend thy pace, nor think of going back. Who juft and good, whate'er they act, believe; Some their whole age in these enquiries waste, To their wills wedded, to their errors llaves, And die like fools before one ttep they've palt; No man (like them) they think himself behaves. 'Tis strange to know the way, and not t’advance, This tiff-neck'd pride nor art nor force can bend, That knowledge is far worse than igriorance. Nxr high-Aown hopes to Reason's lure descend. The learned tcach, but what they teach, not do; Father, sometimes their children's faults regard And landing till themselves, make others go. with pleasure, and their crimes with gifts reward. In vain on study time away we throw, Il painters, when they draw, and poets write, When we forbear to act the things we know. Ysgol and Titian (self-admiring) light; The soldier that philosopher well blım’d, To all they do, like gold and pearl appears, Wholoog and loudly in the schools declaim'd; Aal other a&ions are but dirt to theirs.
Tell (laid the foliier) venerablc fir, They that fo highly think themselves above Why all these words, this clamour, and this ftir? Al cther men, ihemselves can only love; Wły do disputes in wrangling spend the day? Rcíos and virtue, all that man can boast Whilst one lays only yea, and i' other nay. 0'e other creatures, in those brutes are loft. Oh, said the doctor, we for wisdom toil'l, Oblerve (if thee this fatal error touch,
For which none toils too much: the soldier smil'd: Tess to thyself contributing too much)
You're grey and old, and to some pious use Ilie who are generous, humble, just, and wise, This mais of treasure you should now reduce : W13 their gold, nor themselves idolize; But you your store have huarded in some bank, Toforo thyself by their example learn
For which the infcrual spirits shall you think.
All chlags by order and true measures done,
, when they hang too long upon the tree; Let early care thy main concerns secure,
Men do not for their servants first prepare,
And of their wives and children quic the care; de rzin, unless he fight, and win the day, Yet when we're fick, the doctor's fetcht in haste, Ta virtuous action that must praise bring forth, Leaving our great concernment to the last. sicut which flow advice is little worth. When we are well, our hearts are only set la sky who give good counsel, praise deserve, (Which way we care not) to be rich or great: Tenzi in the a&tive part they cannot setve : What shall become of all that we have got? bacion, learncd counsellors their age,
We only know that us it follows not; Pradebisa, or disease, forbids t' engage.
And what a trifle is a moment's breath, Bxr to philosophers is praise deny'd
Laid in the scale with everlasting death! Weate wile initru&ions after-ages guide; What's time, when on eternity we think? Per tainly molt their age in study ipend; A thousand ages in that fea must fink; Na end of writing books, and to no end.: Time's nothing but a word, a million Brauag their brains for ftrange and hidden things, is full as far from infinite as one. wake knowledge, nor delight nor profit brings; To whom thuu much doft owc, thou mach mult Tiemselves with doubt both day and night perplex, pay, Nar gentle reader please, or teach, but
vex. Think on the debt against th'accompting-day; Eros faculd to one of these four ends conduce God, who to thee reason and kucwledge lent,
Will ak how these two talents have been spent.
Lct not low pleasures thy high reason blind, Yet be not always on affairs intent,
Still seek to learn, yet care not much from whom,
Youth, that man's age is like to be, doth show; Lut loads and girls, it on our necks 'tis calt. We may our ends by our beginnings know. De juft in all inyections; and if juir.'d
Let none direct thee what to do or say, With thot: thout arc tot, never change thy mind : | Till tree thy judgnient of the matter sway; li auglitubiinuiet thy couiti, yet fund not fiil, Let not the pleasing many thec delight; Lut wind alert, iill you lovc turp'd the hill; firit judge, if those whori thou doit please,jedge Toshe faide end micni lovcral jutho may tread,
ri! is niany doors into (neuple loud;
Search: not i» find wharlies too deeply hid, jou the fame bla.id into list muy clure, Nar to kau: things, whçc knowledge is forbid; Which instantly i palmi espanded shows : Nor climb on pyraniids, which thy head tura Tukise and faith actor turíuke the wife,
round Vet may occallusz itt!imin dify uitd;?
Standing, and whencc no kafe defeent is found: Not turning like the winú, but if the state In vain his nerves and faculties he feraiss Of things muft ciunge, he is nut obftinate; To rife, whose railing wiksetre remains : Things paft, and future, with the present weighs, They whom defert and l.vvur forwards thruf, Nor credulous of what vain runour fays. sre wile, when they their measures can ajali. lew things by wisdom are at first believ'd, When well at caf', and happy, live conteni, in caly car deceiv cs, and is deceiv'd:
And then consider why that life was lent ; For mary truths have often past for lies,
When wealthy, ihow thy wisdom. not to be lid lies as often p:i: en unit's disguise : To wealth a servant, but make wealth serve the ais fattury ico ust like frieullhip thows,
Though all alone, yet nothing think or do, So scem v bu fpeak plain truth we think our foes. Which nor a witnes nor a judge might know. No quick reply tu dubious questions make, The highest hill is the most flippery place, Surence and Catrion till prevent mistake. And Fort:inc mocks us with a iniling face. Wher any girai deign thou doft intend, And her unlieady hand hath often plac'd Think us the micans, ihe manner, and the end :
Men in high power, bue fellom holds them faft; All grea: concenmeiats nutt delays endure; Avainst her then her forces Prudence joins, Xufaucis und hatte inidic all things unfccurc;
And to the golden med herself confines. And if uncertain thy pro:enduro bi,
More in prosperity is reason tost Stay uilt fit time wear out uncertainty;
Than thips in itorms, their heims and anchors lof: : Bui il tu vijust things thou dust pretena,
Pi fore fair gailes not all our sails we bear, Ere they begin let thy preter.lions eod.
Da with side winds into fafc harbours (teer; Lit thy dilcourle be such, that thou may'it give More flops in calms on a deceitful coast, Prolit iu uthor's, or from them reccire :
Or unfeen rocks, than in high storms are last. Inaruct thic ignorant; to thuic that live
who valts out ihreats and frowns, no man deceives, Under thy curt, guod rules and putierns give; me fur rf'tance and defence he gives; Nor is 't the louit of virones, lo ictieve
Mottutery ii in fugar'd words betrays,
"Is the first fanction nature gave to man, puit,
Just or unjust, this law for ever stands, Thy life will be with praise and prudence gracid: All things are good by law which he commands; What luty or gain may jollow, thuu niay't guess, The first step, man towards Christ must justly live, Ilul tan will be iccure of the fucccis;
Whoi' us himself, and all we have, did gire:
, what's '