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Into my horders now Iarbus falls,

I'll follow thee in funeral flames, when dead And my revengeful brother scales my walls; My ghost shall thee attend at board and bed, The wild Numidians will advantage take, And when the gods on thee their vengeance For thee both Tyre and Carthage me forsake.

show, Hadst thou before thy flight but left with me That welcome news shall comfort me below.” A young Æneas, who, resembling thee,

This saying, from his hated sight she fled, Might in my sight have sported, I had then Conducted by her damsels to her bed; Not wholly lost, nor quite deserted been;

Yet restless she arose, and, looking out, By thee, no more my husband, but my guest, Beholds the flect and hears the seamen shout, Betray'd to mischiefs, of which death's the When great Æneas pass'd before the guard, least.”

To make a view how all things were prepard. With fixed looks he stands, and in his breast Ah, cruel Love, to what dost thou inforce By Jove's command, his struggling care sup- Poor mortal breasts ! Again she hath recourse prest.

To tears and prayers, again she feels the sinart “ Great queen, your favours and desert so great, Of a fresh wound from his tyrannic dart. Though numberless, I never shall forget;

That she no ways nor means may leave untry'd, No time, until myself I have forgot,

Thus to her sister she herself apply'd;
Out of my heart Eliza's name shall blot : Dear sister, my resentment had no been
But my unwilling flight the gods inforce, So moving, if this fate I had foreseen;
And that must justify our sad divorce.

Therefore to me this last kind office do,
Since I must you forsake, would Fate permit, Thju hast some interest in our scornful foe,
To my desires I might my fortune fit;

He trusts to thee the counsels of his mind, Troy to her ancient splendour I would raise, Thou his soft hours, and free access canst find; And where I first began, would end my days. Tell him I sent not to the Ilian coast But since the Lycian lots, and Delpbic god My fleet to aid the Greeks; his father's ghost Have destin'd Italy for our abode;

I never did disturb; ask him to lend Since you proud' Carthage (Aled from Tyre) To this, the last request that I shall send, enjoy,

A gentle ear ; I wish that he may find
Why should not Latium us receive from

A happy passage, and a prosperous wind.

The contract I don't plearl, which he betray'd, As for my son, my father's angry ghost

Nor that his promisd conquest be delay'd;
Tells me his hopes by my delays are crost, All that I ask is but a short reprieve,
And mighty Jove's ambassador appear'd

Till I forget to love, and learn to grieve; With the same message, whom I saw and Some pause and respite only I require, heard;

Till with my tears I shall have quench'd my fire. We both are griev'd when you or I complain, If thy address can but obtain one day But much the more when all complaints are Or two, my death that service shall repay.”. vain:

Thus she entreats ; such messages with tears I call to witness all the gods, and thy

Condoling Anne to him, and from him, bears, Beloved head, the coast of Italy

But him no prayers, nor arguments can move; Against my will I seek.”

[eyes, The Fates resist, his ears are stopt by Jove. Whilst thus he speaks, she rolls her sparkling As when fierce northern b'asts from th' Alps Surveys him round, and thus incens'd replies;

descend, " Thy mother was no goddess, nor thy stock From his firm roots with struggling grats to From Dardanus, but in some horrid rock, An aged sturdy oak, the rattling sound

[rend Perfidious wretch, rough Caucasus thee bred, Grows loud, with leaves and scatter'd arms the And with their milk Hyrcanian tigers fed. Is over-laid; yet he stands fixt, as high [ground Dissimulation I shall nor forget,

As his proud head is rais'd towards the sky, And my reserves of rage in order set,

So low towards Hell his roots descend. With Could all my prayers and soft entreaties force

prayers Sighs from his breast, or from his look remorse. And tears the hero thus assail'd, great cares Where shall I first complain ? can mighty Jove He smothers in his breast, yet keeps his post, Or Juno such impieties approve?

All their addresses and their labour lost. The just Astræa sure is fled to Hell ;

Then she deceives her sis: er with a smile: Nor more in Earth, nor Heaven itself will dwell. " Anne, in the inner court erect a pile; Oh Faith! him on my coasts by tempest cast,

Thereon his arms and once-lov'd portrait lay, Receiving madly, on my throne I plac'd ;

Thither our fatal marriage-bed convey; His men from famine, and his fleet from fire All cursed monuments of him with fire I rescued : Now the Lycian lots conspire

We must abolish (so the gods require.") With Phæbus; now Jove's envoy though the She gives her credit for no worse effect

Than from Sicheus' dea:h she did suspect, Brings dismal tidings; as if such low care And her commands obeys. Could reach their thoughts, or their repose dis- Aurora now had left Tithonus' bed, turb!

And o'er the world her blushing rays did spread; Thou art a false impostor, and a fourbe ;

The queen beheld, as soon as day appear'd, Go, go, pursue thy kingdom through the main, The navy under sail, the haven clear'd; I hope, if Heaven her justice still retain,

Thrice with her hand her naked breast she Thou shalt be wreck'd, or cast upon some rock,

knocks, Where thou the name of Dido shalt invoke: And from her forehead tears her golden locks.




“Jove,” she cry'd, “and shall he thus delude | As loud as if her Carthage, or old Tyre
Me and my realm! why is he not pursued ? The foe had entered, and had set on fire
Arm, arm,” she cry'd," and let our Tyrians board | Amazed Anne with speed ascends the stairs
With ours his feet, and carry fire and sword; And in her arms her dying sister rears :
Leave nothing unattempted to destroy

“ Did you for this, yourself and me beguile?
That perjur'd race, then let os die with joy. For such an end did I erect this pile?
What if th' event of war uncertain were ? Did you so much despise me, in this fate
Nor death, nur danger, can the desperate fear. Myself with you not to associate?
But, oh, too late! this thing I should have done, Yourself and me, alas ! this fatal wound
When first I plac'd the traitor on my throne, The senate, and the people, doth confound.
Behold the faith of him who sav'd from fire I'll wash her wound with tears, and at her
His honour'd household gods, his aged sire

death His pious shoulders from Troy's flames did bear; My lips from hers shall draw her parting Why did I not his carcase piece-meal tear,

breath." And cast it in the sea ? why not destroy

Then with her vest the wound she wipes and All his companions, and beloved boy Ascanius; and his tender limbs have drest, Thrice with her arm the queen attempts to And made the father on the son to feast?

rise, Thou Sun, whose lustre all things here below But ber strength failing, falls into a swound, Surveys; and Juno, conscious of my woe; Life's last efforts yet striving with her wound; Revengeful Furies, and queen Hecate,

Thrice on her bed she turns, with wandering Receive and grant my prayer? if be the sea

sight Must needs escape, and reach th’ Ausonian land, Seeking, sbe groans when she beholds the lights If Jove decrec it, Jove's decree must stand; Then Juno pitying her disastrous fate, When landed, may he be with arms opprest Sends Iris down, her pangs to mitigate. By his rebelling people, be distrest

(Since, if we fall before th' appointed day, By exile from his country, be divorc'd

Nature and Death continue long their fray.) From young Ascanius' sight, and be enforc'd Iris descends; " This fatal lock (says she) To implore foreign aids, and lose his friends To Pluto I bequeath, and set thee free;" By violent and undeserved ends!

Then clips her hair : cold numbness straight be-
When to conditions of unequal peace
He shall submit, then may he not possess Her corpse of sense, and th' air her soul re-
Kingdom nor life, and find his funeral

I'th' sands, when he before his day shall fall !
And ye, oh Tyrians, with immortal bate
Pursue this race, this service dedicate

To my deplored ashes, let there be
'Twixt us and them no league nor amity.

Going this last summer to visit the Wells, I May from my bones a new Achilles rise,

took an occasion (by the way) to wait upon That shall infest the Trojan colonies

an ancient and honourable friend of mine, With fire, and sword, and famine, when at length whom I found diverting his (then solitary) reTime to our great attempts contributes strength; tirement with the Latin original of this transOur seas, our shores, our armies theirs oppose, lation, which (being out of print) I had never And may our children be for ever foes !"

seen before : when I looked upon it, I saw A ghastly paleness death's approach portends, that it had formerly passed through two learnThen trembling she the fatal pile ascends ;

ed hands not without approbation; which were Viewing the Trojan reliques, she unsheath'd Ben Jobnson and Sir Kenelm Digby; but Æneas' sword, not for that use bequeath'd; I found it (where I shall never find myself) Then on the guilty bed she gently lays

in the service of a better master, the earl of Jletelf, and softly thus lamenting prays:

Bristol, of whom I shall say no more ; for I " Dear reliques, whilst that Gods and Fates give love not to improve the honour of the living by leave,

impairing that of the dead; and my own Free me from care, and my glad soul receive. profession hath taught me not to erect new That date which Fortune gave, I now must end; superstructures upon an old ruin. He was And to the shades a noble ghost descend.

pleased to recommend it to me for my comSichæus' blood, by his false brother spilt,

panion at the Wells, where I liked the enterI have reveng'd, and a proud ciry built.

tainment it gave me so well, that I undertook Happy, alas; too happy I had liv'd,

to redeem it from an obsolete English disguise, Had not the Trojan on my coast arriv'd.

wherein an old monk had clothed it, and to But shall I die without revenge? yet die

make as becoming a new vest for it as I could. Thus, thus with joy to thy Sichæus fly.

The author was a person of quality in Italy, his My conscious foe my funeral fire shall view name Mancini, which family matched since From sea, and may that omen him pursile !" with the sister of cardinal Mazarine; he was Her fainting hand let fall the sword besmear'd contemporary to Petrarch and Mantuan, and With blood, and then the mortal wound ap- not long before 'Torquato Tasso ; which shows pear'd;

that the age they lived in was not so unlcarne Through all the conrt the fright and clamours ed as that which preceded, or that which folrise,

lowed. Which the whole city fills with fears and cries The author wrote upon the four cardinal vir


tues ; bnt I have translated only the two first, | Those who are generous, humble, just, and wise, not to turn the kindness I intended to him into who not their gold, nor themselves idolize; an injury; for the two last are little more to form thyself by their example learn Than repetitions and recitals of the first ; and (For many eyes can more than one discern); (to make a just excuse for him) they could But yet beware of counsels when too full, not well be otherwise, since the two last vir- Nuinber makes long disputes and graveness tues are but descendants from the first; Pru

dull; dence being the true mother of Temperance, Though their advice be good, their counsel and true Fortitude the child of Justice.

Yet length still loses opportunities :'

Debate destroys dispatch ; as fruits we see WISDOM's first progress is to take a view Rot, when they hang too long upon the tree; What's decent or indecent, false or true. In vain that husbandman his seed doth sow, He's truly prudent, who can separate

If he his crop pot in due season mow. Honest from vile, and still adhere to that; A general sets bis army in array Their difference to measure, and to reach, In vain, unless he fight, and win the day. Reason well rectify'd must Nature teach. 'Tis virtuous action that must praise bring forth, And these high scrutinies are subjects fit Without which slow advice is little worth. For man's all-searching and inquiring wit; Yet they who give good counsel, praise deserve, That search of knowledge did from Adam flow; Though in the active part they cannot serve: Who wants it, yet abhors his wants to show. In action, learned counsellors their age, Wisdom of what herself approves, makes choice, Profession, or disease, forbids t'engage. Nor is led captive by the common voice. Nor to philosophers is praise deny'd, Clear-sighted Reason, Wisdom's judgment leads, Whose wise instructions after-ages guide; And Sense, her vassal, in her footsteps treads. Yet vainly most their age in study spend ; That thou to Truth the perfect way may'st No end of writing books, and to no end : know,

Beating their brains for strange and hidden To thee all her specific forms I'll show ;

things, He that the way to honesty will learn,

Whose knowledge, nor delight nor profit brings : First what's to be avoided must discern. Themselves with doubt both day and night perThyself from flattering self-conceit defend,

plex, Nor what thou dost not know, to know pretend. Nor gentle reader please, or teach, but vex. Some secrets deep in abstruse darkness lie; Books should to one of these four ends conduce, To search them thou wilt need a piercing eye. , For wisdom, piety, delight, or use. Nor rashly therefore to such things assent, What need we gaze upon the spangled sky? Which undeceiv'd, thou after may'st repent; Or into matter's hidden causes pry, Study and time in these must thee instruct, 'To describe every city, stream, or hill And others old experience may conduct.

['th' world, our fancy with vain arts to fill ? Wisdom herself her ear doth often lend

What is 't to hear a sophister, that pleads, To counsel offer'd by a faithful friend.

Who by the ears the deceiv'd audience leads? In equal scales two doubtful matters lay,

If we were wise, these things we should not mind, Thou may'st choose safely that which most doth But more delight in easy matters find. weigh;

Learn to live well, that thou may'st die so too ;
Tis not secure this place or that to guard, To live and die is all we have to do:
If any other entrance stand unbarr'd;

The way (if no digression's made) is even,
He that escapes the serpent's teeth may fail, And free access, if we but ask, is given,
If he himself secures not from his tail.

Then seek to know those things which make us Who saith, Who could such ill events expect?

blest, With shame on his own counsels doth reflect. And having found them, lock them in thy Most in the world doth self-conceit deceive,

breast; Who just and good, whate'er they act believe ; Inquiring then the way, go on, nor slack, To their wills wedded, to their errours slaves, But mend thy pace, nor think of going back. No man (like them) they think bimself behaves. Some their whole age in these inquiries waste, This stiff-neck'd pride por art nor force can bend, And die like fools before one step they've past. Nor high-flown hopes to Reason's lure descend. 'Tis strange to know the way, and not t'advance, Fathers sometimes their children's faults re- That knowledge is far worse than ignorance. gard

The learned teach, but what they teach, not do, With pleasure, and their crimes with gift re- And standing still themselves, ma

others go. ward.

In vain on study time away we throw, 111 painters, when they draw, and poets write, When we forbear to act the things we know. Virgil and Titian (self-admiring) slight; The soldier that philosopher well blam'd, Then all they do, like gold and pearl appears, Who long and loudly in the schools declaim'd; And other actions are but dirt to theirs.

Tell” (said the soldier) “ venerable sir, They that so highly think themselves above Why all these words, this clamour, and this stir? All other men, themselves can only luve; Why do disputes in wrangling spend the day? Reason and virtue, all that man can boast Whilst one says only yea, and t'other nay.” O'er other creatures, in those brutes are lost. “Oh,'' said the doctor, “ we for wisdom toil'd, Observe (if thee this fatal error touch,

For which none toils too much” ; the soldier Thou to thyself contributing too much)


“ You're grey and old, and to some pious use No quick reply to dubious questions make,
This mass of treasure you should now reduce: Suspense and caution still prevent mistake.
But you your store have hoarded in some bank, When any great design thou dost intend,
For which the infernal spirits shall you thank.” Think on the means, the manner, and the end :
Let what thou learnest be by practice shown, All great concernments must delays endure;
"Tis said that Wisdom's children make her known. Rashness and haste make all things unsecure ;
What's good doth open to th' inquirer stand, And if uncertain thy pretensions be,
And itself offers to th’accepting hand ;

Stay till fit time wear out uncertainty ;
All things by order and true measures done, But if to unjust things thou dost pretend,
Wisdom will end, as well as she begun.

Ere they begin let thy pretensions end. Let early care thy main concerns secure, Let thy discourse be such, that thou may'st give Things of less moment may delays endure : Profit to others, or from them receive : Men do not for their servants first prepare, Instruct the ignorant ; to those that live And of their wives and children quit the care ; Under thy care, good rules and patterns give; Yet when we 're sick, the doctor's fetcht in haste, Nor is 't the least of virtues, to relieve Leaving our great concernment to the last. Those whom afflictions or oppressions grieve. When we are well, our hearts are only set Commend but sparingly whom thou dost love : (Which way we care not) to be rich or great : But less condemn whom thou dost not approve; What shall become of all that we have got? Thy friend, like flattery, too much praise doth We only know that us it follows not ;

wrong, And what a trifle is a moment's breath,

And too sharp censure shows an evil tongue : Laid in the scale with everlasting death! But let inviolate truth be always dear What's time, when on eternity we think? To thee ; e'en before friendship, truth prefer. A thousand ages in that sea must sink;

Than what thou mean'st to give, still promise less; Time's nothing but a word, a million

Hold fast thy power thy promise to increase. Is full as far from infinite as one.

Look forward what 's to come, and back what's To whom thou much dost owe, thou much must

past, pay,

Thy life will be with praise and prudence Think on the debt against th' accompting-day;

grac'd : God, who to thee reason and knowledge lent, What loss or gain may follow thou may'st guess, Will ask how these two talents have been spent. Thou then wilt be secure of the success ; . Let not low pleasures thy high reason blind, Yet be not always on affairs intent, He's mad, that seeks what no man e'er could But let thy thoughts be easy and unbent: find.

When our minds' eyes are disengag'd and free, Why should we fondly please our sense, wherein They clearer, farther, and distinctly see ; Beasts us exceed, nor feel the stings of sin ? They quicken sloth, perplexities untie, What thoughts man's reason better can become, Make roughness smooth, and hardness mollify ; Than th' expectation of his welcome home? And though our hands from labour are releas'd, Lords of the world have but for life their lease, Yet our minds find (ev'n when we sleep) no rest. Aud that too (if the lessor please) must cease. Search not to find how other men offend, Death cancels Nature's bonds, but for our deeds But by that glass thy own offences mend; (That debt first paid) a strict account succeeds ; Still seek to learn, yet care not much from whom, if here not cleard, no suretyship can bail

(So it be leaming) or from whence it come. Condemned debtors from th' eternal jail. Ofthy own actions others' judgments learn ; Christ's blood's vur balsam ; if that cure us Often by small, great matters we discern. here,

Youth, what man's age is like to be, doth show; Ilim, when our jndge, we shall not find severe; We may our ends by our beginnings know, His joke is easy when by us embrac'd,

Let none direct thee what to do or say, But loads and galls, if on our necks 'tis cast, Till thee thy judgment of the matter sway, Be just in all thy actions; and if join'd

Let not the pleasing many thee delight, [right. With those that are not, never change thy mind : First judge, if those whom thou dost please, judge If aught obstruct thy course, yet stand not still, Search not to find what lies too deeply hid, But wind about, till you have topp'd the hill; Nor to know things, whose kuowledge is furTo the same end men several paths may tread, As many doors into one temple lead;

Nor climb on pyramids, which thy head tum And the same hand into a fist may close,

round Which instantly a palm expanded shows: Standing, and whence no safe descent is found : Justice and faith never forsake the wise,

In vain his nerves and faculties he strains Yet may occasion put him in disguise ;

To rise, whose raising unsecure remains : Not turning like the wind, but if the state They whom desert and favour forwards thrust, Of things must change, he is not obstinate; Åre wise, when they their measures can adjust. Things past, and future, with the present weighs, When well at ease, and happy, live content, Nor credulous of what vain rumour says.

And then consider why that life was lent. Few things by wisdom are at first believ'd : When wealthy, show thy wisdom not to be An easy ear deceives, and is deceiv'd:

To wealth a servant, but make wealth serve thee. For many truths bave often past for lies,

Though all alone, yet nothing think or du, And lies as often put on truth's disguise : Which nor a witness nor a judge might know. As flattery two oft like friendship shows,

The highest hill is the most slippery place, So them who speak plain truth we think our foes, And Fortune mocks us with a smiling race;

bid ;

And her unsteady hand hath often plac'd That liberality's but cast away,
Men in high power, but seldom holds them fast; Which make us borrow what we cannot pay:
Against her then her forces Prudence joins, And no access to wealth let rapine bring ;
And to the golden mean herself confines.

Do nothing that's unjust, to be a king.
More in prosperity is reason tost,

Justice must be from violence exempt, Than ships in storms, their helms and anchors But fraud's her only object of contempt. lost :

Fraud in the fox, force in the lion dwells; Before fair gales not all our sails we bear, But justice both from human hearts expels; But with side winds into safe barbours steer : But he's the greatest monster (without doubt) More ships in calms on a deceitful coast, Who is a wolf within, a sheep without. Or unseen rocks, than in high storms are lost. Nor only ill injurious actions are, Who casts out threats and frowns, no man de- But evil words and slanders bear their share, Time for resistance and defence he gives; (ceives, Truth justice loves, and truth injustice fears, But flattery still in sugar'd words betrays, Truth above all things a just man reveres : And poison in high-tasted meats conveys ; Though not by oaths we God to witness call, So Fortune's smiles unguarded man surprise, He sees and hears, and still remembers all; But when she frowns, he arms, and her defies, . And yet our attestations we may wrest,

Sometimes to make the truth more manifest;

If by a lye a man preserve his faith,

He pardon, leave, and absolution hath ;
Orif I break my promise, which to thee

Would bring no good, but prejudice to me. "Tisthe first sanction Nature gave to man, All things committed to thy trust conceal, Each other to assist in what they can ;

Nor what's forbid by any means reveal. Just or unjust, this law for ever stands,

Express thyself in plain, not doubtful words, All things are good by law which she commands; That ground for quarrels or disputes affords: The first step, man towards Christ must justly Unless thou find occasion, hold thy tongue; live,

Thyself or others, careless talk may wrong. Who tus himself, and all we have, did give ; When thou art called into public power, In vain doth man the name of just expect, And when a crowd of suitors throng thy door, If his devotions he to God neglect;

Be sure no great offenders 'scape their dooms ; So must we reverence God, as first to know Small praise from len’ty and remissness comes a Justice from him, not from ourselves, doth flow; Crimes pardon'd, others to those crimes invite, God those accepts, who to mankind are friends, Whilst lookers-on severe examples fright: Whose justice far as their own power extends ; When by a pardon'd murderer blood is spilt, In that they imitate the Power divine;

The judge that pardon'd hath the greatest guilt ; The Sun alike on good and bad doth shine Who accuse rigour, make a gross mistake, And he that doth no good, although no ill, One criminal pardon'd may an hundred make : Does not the office of the just fulfil.

When justice on offenders is not done, Virtue doth man to virtuous actions steer, Law, government, and commerce, are o'erthrown; 'Tis not engugh that he should vice forbear; As besieg'd traitors with the foe conspire, We live not only for ourselves to care,

T' unlock the gates, and set the town on fire. Whilst they that want it are deny'd their share. Yet lest the punishment th' offence exceed, Wise Plato said, the world with men was stor'd, Justice with weight and measure must proceed: That succour each to other might afford ; Yet when pronouncing sentence seem not glad, Nor are those succours to one sort confin'd, Such spectacles, though they are just, are sad; But several parts to several men consign'd. Though what thou dost, thou ought'st not to re. He that of his own stores no part can give,

pent, May with his counsel or his hand relieve. Yet human bowels cannot but relent: If fortune make thee powerful, give defence Rather than all must suffer, some must die ; 'Gainst fraud, and force, to naked innocence : Yet Nature must condole their misery. And when our justice doth her tributes pay, Aud yet, if many equal guilt involve, Method and order must direct the way:

Thou may'st not these condemn, and those absolvo. First to our God we must with reverence bow ; Justice, when equal scales she holds, is blind, The second bonour to our prince we owe; Nor cruelty, nor mercy, change her mind ; Next to wives, parents, children, fit respect, When some escape for that which others die, And to our friends and kindred, we direct : Mercy to those, to these is cruelty. The we must those who groan beneath the weight | A fine and slender net the spider weaves, Of age, disease, or want, commiserate :

Which little and light animals receives ; 'Mongst those whom honest lives can recommend, And if she catch a common bee or fly, Our justice more coinpassion should extend ; They with a piteous groan and murmur die ; To such, who thee in some distress did aid, But if a wasp or bornet she entrap, Thy debt of thinks with interest should be paid : They tear her cords like Sampson, and escae As Hesiod sings, spread waters o'er thy field, So like a fly the poor offender dies, And a most just and glad increase 'twill yield. But, like the wasp, the rich escapes and fiesa But yet take heed, lest doing good to one, Do not, if one but lightly thee offend, Mischief and wrong be to another done ;

The punishment beyond the crime extend; Such moderation with thy bounty join,

Or after warning the offence forget; That thou may'st nothing give, that is not thine; So God himself our failings doth remite


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