« EdellinenJatka »
*o threatning clouds, whose fall the ploughmen Combin'd with flesh, and compast with bis saints. feare,
His words diuiding soules before his throne, Which long vpon the mountaine's top appeare,
Redeeme the world from thornes and barren taints. Dissolue at last, and vapours then distill
I n vaine then mortals leaue their wealth, and To watry showres that all the valleys fill.
(tame: The first that saw this dreadfull storme arise, Strong force the stubborne gates of Hell shall Was Catesby, who to Richard loudly cries : T he saints, though dead, shall light and freedome “No way but swift retreate yonr life to saue,
winne : It is no shame with wings tauoide the graue." So thriue not wicked men, with wrathfull flame This said, he trembling turnes himselfe to flie, Opprest, whose beames can search their words and And dares not stay to heare the king's replie,
deeds, Who, scorning his aduice as foule and base,
No darkesoine brest can couer base desires, Returnes this answer with a wrathfull face : N ew sorrow, gnashing teeth, and wailing breeds; " Let cowards trust their horses' uimble feete, E xempt from sunny rayes, or starry quires, And in their course with new destruction meete; O Heau’n, thou art rollid vp, the Moone shall die, Gaine thou some boures to draw thy fearefull From vales he takes their depth, from hilies their breath:
height, To me ignoble flight is worse than death.” Great pen no more are insolent and high : But at th' approach of Stanley's fresh supply,
On seas no nimble ships shall carry weigit: The king's side droopes : so gen'rous horses lie D ire thunder, arm'd with heat, the Farth conVnapt to stirre, or make their courage knowne,
[restraine, Which onder cruell masters sinke and grone.
Sweet springs and bubbling streames their course There at his prince's foote stout Ratcliffe dies ; A heau'nly trumpet sending dolefull sounds, Not fearing, but despairing, Louell dies,
V pbraydes the world's misdeeds, and threatens For he shall after end his weary life
paine, Io not so faire, but yet as bold a strife.
I n gaping Farth infernall depths are seene ; The king maintaines the fight, though left alone: O ur proudest kings are summon'd by his call For Henrie's life he faine would change his owne,
V nto his seate, from Heau'n with anger keene And as a lionesse, which compast round
R euengefull floods of fire and brimstone fall.
VIRGIL ECLOG. IV.
Cicilian Muses, sing we greater things,
All are not pleas’d with shrubs and lowly springs, But that great God, to whom all creatures yeeld, More fitly to the consull woods belong. Protects his seruant with a heau'nly shield ;
Now is fulfild Cumæan Sibyl's song, His pow'r, in which the earle securely trusts, Long chaines of better times begin againe, Rebates the blowes, and falsifies the thrusts. The Maide returnes, and brings backe Saturne's The king growes weary, and begins to faint,
raigne ; It grieues him that his foes perceiue the taint: New progenies from lofty Heau'n descend: Some strike him, that till then durst not come Thou, chaste Lucina, be this infant's friend, neare,
[beare, Whose birth the dayes of ir'n shall quite deface, With weight and number they to ground him And through the world the golden age shall place : Where trampled down, and hew'd with many
Thy brother Phoebus weares his potent crowne, swords,
And thou (O Pollio!) know thy high renowne, He softly ytter'd these bis dying words:
Thy consulship this glorious change shall breed, “ Now strength no longer fortune can withstand, Great months shall then endeuour to proceed : I perish in the center of my land."
Thy rule the steps of threatning sinne shall cleare, His hand he then with wreathes of grasse infolds, And free the Earth from that perpetuail feare : And bites the earth, which he so strictly holds,
He with the gods shall live, and shall behold, As if he would haue borne it with him hence, With heauenly spirits noble soules enrollid, So loth he was to lose his right's pretence.
And seene by them shall guide this worldly frame,
The gotes their swelling vdders home shall beare,
For thee thy cradle pleasing Howres shall bring, » signe that iudgement comes, the Farth shall Imperious Death shall blunt the serpent's sting,
No herbes shall with deceitfull poyson Now, E xpected times, behold the Prince, whose might And sweet amomum eu'ry where shall grow. Shall censure all within his kingdome great:
But when thou able art to reade the facts V ptrue and faithfull shall approach his sight, Of worthjes, and thy father's famous acts, s ball feare this God, by bis high glory knowne, To know what glories Vertue's name adorne,
The fields to ripenesse bring the tender corne; VOL. VI.
Ripe grapes depend on carolcsse brambles' tops, Sweet children are delights, which marriage blesse 3
Who wish to be vnborne, or quickly dead.
HORAT. LIB. II, SAT. VI.
Tas was my wish: no ample space of ground, The pine no more the vse of trade retaines,
T" include my garden with a mod'rate bound, Each countrie breeds all fruits, the earth disdaines
And neere my house a fountaine neuer dry, The harrowe's weight, and vines the sickle's strokes; Strong ploughmen let their bulls go free from yokes, The gods have made me blest with larger store :
A little wood, which might my wauts supply: Wooll feares not to dissemble colours strange,
It is sufficient, I desire no more, But rammes their feeces then in pastures change
O sonne of Maja ! but tbis grant alone, To pleasing purple or to saffron die,
That quiet vse may make these gifts mine owne, And lambes turne ruddy, as they feeding lic.
If I increase them by no lawlesse way, The Fates, whose wills in stedfast end agree,
Nor through my fault will cause them to decay ; Command their wheeles to run, such daies to see.
If not to these fond hopes my thoughts decline, Attempt great honours, now the time attends,
O that this joyning corner could be mine,
Which with disgrace deformes and maimes my field;
Or Fortune would a pot of siluer yeeld, The carth, the spacious seas, and arched skies :
(As vnto him who, being hir'd to worke, Behold againe, how these their griefe asswage
Discouer'd treasure, which in mold did lurke, With expectation of the future age :
And bought the land, which be before had tillid, O that my life and breath so long would last To tell thy deeds! I should not be surpast
Since friendly Hercules his bosome fill’d)
If I with thankfull minde thi se blessings take, By Thracian Orpheus, nor if Linus sing,
Disdaine not this petition which I make.
Let fat in all things, but my wit, be seene,
And be my safest guard as thou hast been.
When from the citty I my selfe remoue Thy mother, who ten months hath fully knowne
Vp to the hills, as to a towre aboue,
I find no fitter labours, nor delights,
Than Satyres, which my lowly Muse indites :
No foule ambition can me there expose
To danger, nor the leaden wind that blowes
O father of the morning's purple light !
Or if thou rather would'st be lanus' hight,
The paines of life, according to the law,
Which is appointed hy the gods' deci
Thou shalt the entrance of my verses be. In courts, hard questions, large contention inake,
At Rome thou driu'st me, as a pledge to goe, Care dwels in houses, Jabour in the field, Tumultuous seas affrighting dangers yeeld.
That none himselfe may more officious show. In forraine lands thou neuer canst be blest;
Although the fury of the northerne blast If rich, thou art in feare ; if poore, distrest.
Shall sweepe the earth; or Winter's force bath cast In wedlock, frequent discontentments swell:
The snowy day into a narrow sphere, Vnmarried persons, as in desarts dwell.
I must proceedc, and hauing spoken cleare
And cirtaine truth, must wrestle in the throng, How many troubles are with children borne ? Yet he that wants them, counts bimselfe forlorne.
Where, by my haste, the slower suffer wrong,
And crie, Young men are wanton, and of wisedome void :.
“ What ayles the mad man? whither.
tend Gray haires are cold, vnfit to be imploid. Who would not one of these two offers choose :
His speedy steps ?" wbile mine imperious friend Not to be borne, or breath with speede to loose ?
Intreates, and chafes, admitting no delay,
A sweete content: but when my journey benda, In euery way of life, true pleasure fowes, 'To blacke Esquiliæ, there a hundred tides Immortall fame, from publike action growes : Of strangers' causes presse my head and sides. Within the doores is found appeasing rest;
“ You must, before the second houre, appeare In fields, the gifts of Nature are exprest.
In court to morrow, and for Roscius sweare. The sea brings gaine, the rich abroad prouide The scribes desire you would to them repaire, To blaze their names, the poore their waots to hide: About a publike, great, and new affaire, All housholds best are goveru'd by a wife ;
Procure such fauour from Mecænas' hand, Hlis cares are light, who leades a single life. As that his seale may on this paper stand.”
THE ANSWER OF METRODORUS.
HORAT. LIB. 2. SAT. 6... HORAT. CARM. LIB. 3. OD 29. 19 I answer, “ I will trie:” he vrgeth still.
Base corne or darnell, and reserues the best,
My friend, I muse what pleasure thou canst take, That I with him might in his chariot sit,
Or how thou canst endure to spend thy time And onely then would to my trust commit
In shady groues and vp steepe hills to clime. Such toyés as these: What is the time of day? In sauage forrests build no more thy den: The Thracian is the Syrian's match in play. Gne to the city, there to dwell with men. Now carelesse men are nipt with morning cold : Begin this happy journey ; trust to me, And words which open eares may safely hold. I will thee guide, thou shalt my fellow bc. In all this space for eu'ry day and houre
Since earthly things are ty'd to mortall liues, I grew more subiect to pale Enuje's pow'r. And eu'ry great and little creature striues, This sonne of Fortune to the stage resorts,
In vaine, the certaine stroke of death to Bie, And with the fau'rite in the field disports.
Stay not till moinents past thy joyes denie. Fame from the pulpits runnes thro' eu'ry streete,
Liue in rich plenty and perpetuall sport: And I am strictly askt by all I meete :
Liue euer mindfull, that thine age is short.' “ Good sir, (you needes must know, for yon are The rauisht field mouse holds these words so sweet, Vnto the gods) doe you no tidings heare [neare That from his home he leapes with nimble feet. Concerning Dacian troubles?” “Nothing 1.) They to the citie trauaile with delight, “ You alwayes love your friends with scoffes to try." And vnderneath the walles they creepe at night. “ If I can tell, the gods my life confound.” Now darknesse had possest Heau'u's middle space, " But where will Cæsar give his souldiers ground,
When these two friends their weary steps did place In Italie, or the Trinacrian ile ?"
Within a wealthy palace, where was spred I sweare I know not: they admire the while, A scarlet cou'ring on an ju'ry bed: And thinke me full of silence, graue and deepe, The baskets (set farre off aside) contain'd The onely man that should high secrets keepe; The meates, which after plenteous meales remain'd: For these respects (poore wretch) I lose the light, The citie mouse with courtly phrase intreates And longing thus repine : "When shall my sight His country friend to rest in purple seates ; Againe bee happy in be holding thee,
With ready care the master of the feast My countrey farme? or when shall I be free Runnes vp and downe to see the store increast : To reade in bookes what ancient writers speake,
He all the duties of a seruant sbowes, To rest in sleepe, which others may not breake, And tastes of eu'ry dish that he bestowes. To taste (in houres secure from courtly strife) The poore plaine mouse, exalted thus in state, The soft oblinion of a carefull life?
Glad of the change, bis former life doth hate, O when shall beanes vpon my boord appeare, And striues in lookes and gesture to declare Which wise Pythagoras esteem'd so deare? With what contentment be receiues this fare. Or when sball fatoesse of the lard anoint
But straight the sudden creaking of a doore The herbes, which for my table I appoint ?
Shakes both these mice from beds into the floore. () suppers of the gods! 0 nights diuine!
They runne about the roome halfe dead with feare, When I before our Lar might feast with mine, Through all the house the noise of dogs they heare. And feede my prating slaues with tasted meate, The stranger now counts not the place so good, As eu'ry one should haue desire to eate.”
Ile bids farewell, and saith, “The silent wood The frolike guest, not bound with heany lawes, Shall me hereafter from these dangers saue, 'The liquor from vnequall measures drawes: Well pleas'd with simple vetches in my caue."" Some, being strong, delight in larger draughts, Some call for lesser cups to cleere their thoughts. Of others house and lands no speaches grow, Nor whether Lepos danceth well or no.
HORAT. CARM. LIB. III. OD. XXIX. We talke of things which to our selues pertaine, MECENAS, (sprung from Tuscan kings) for thee Which not to know would be a sinfull staine.
Milde wine in vessels, neuer toucht, I keepe, Are men by riches or by vertue blest?
Here roses, and sweete odours be,
Whose dew thy haire shall steepe :
And Æsulae's declining fields and hills,
Where once Telegonus remain'a, He thus beginnes : “ Long since a countrey mouse
Whose hand his father kills; Receau'd into his low and homely house
Forsake that height where lothsome plenty cloyes, A citry muuse, his friend and guest before ;
And towres, which to the lofty clouds aspire,
Thou wilt vot here adınire.
In pleasing change the rich man takes delight, Nor are the long and slender otes deny'd :
And frugall meales in bomely seates allowes,
He cleares his car full browes.
The Dog-starre oow his furious beate displayes, The father of the family in straw
The Lion spreads his raging ire,
The shepheard now his sickly focke restores, When Autumne froin the ground his head vpreares,
With shades, and riuers, and the thickets finds With timely apples chain'd, Of rough Siluanus, silent shores
How glad is he to plucke ingrafted peares, Are free from playing winds.
And grapes with purple stain'd!
Thus he Priapus or Syluanus payes, To keepe the state in order is thy care,
Who keepes his limits free, Sollicitous for Rome, thou fear'st the warres,
His weary limbes in holding grasse he layes, Which barbrous easterne troopes prepare,
Or vnder some old tree. And Tanais vs'd to iarres.
Along the lofty bankes the waters slide, The wise Creator from our knowledge hitles
The birds in woods lament, The end of future times in darksome night;
The springs with trickling streames the ayre diuide, False thoughts of mortals he derides,
Whence gentle sleepes are lent. When them vaine toyes affright.
But when great loue, in vrinter's days, restores
Vnpleasing showres and snowes,
To spares which them opposc.
His slender nets, dispos'd on little stakes, . Into Etrurian seas.
The greedy thrush preuent : Oft stones, trees, flocks, and houses, it deuoures,
The fearefull hare and forraine crane he takes, With echoes from the bills and neighb'ring woods, who will not in these ioyes forget the cares,
With this reward content.
Which oft in loue we meete?
But when a modest wife the trouble shares
Of house and children sweete,
When from old wood she sacred fire contriues,
Her weary mate to warme,
When she with hurdles her glad flockes confines,
And their full vdders dries,
And from sweet vessels drawes the yearely wines,
And meates vnbought supplies ;
Those fishes I neglect,
Which tempests thundring on the easterne seas And straight againe as strange.
Into our waues direct.
No bird, from Affrike sent, my taste allowes,
Nor fowle which Asia breeds:
The oliue (gather'd from the fatty boughes)
With more delight me feeds. Iu want no dowre require.
Sowre herbs, which loue the meades, or mallowes When Lybian stormes the mast in pieces shake, To ease the body pain'd:
(good, I neuer God with pray’rs and vowes implore, A lambe which sheds to Terminus her blood, Lest precious wares addition make
Or kid from wolues regain’d. To greedy Neptune's store.
What ioy is at these feasts, when well-fed flocks
Themselues for home prepare? Then I, contented with a little bote,
Or when the weake necke of the weary oxe Am through Ægean waves by winds conuy'd,
Drawes back th' inuerted share ? Where Pollux makes me safely flote,
When slaues (the swarmes that wealthy houses And Castor's friendly aide.
Neere smiling Lar sit downe,
(charge) This life when Alphius hath describ'd at large,
Inclining to the clowne,
He at the Ides calles all that money in,
Which he hath let for gaine : He happy is, who, farre frona busic sounds, But when the next inonth shall his course begin, (As ancient mortals dwelt)
ile puts it out againe. With his owne oxen tills his father's grounds,
And debts hath neuer felt.
PER. SAT. II.
Macrisos, let lbis happy day be knowne
As white, and noted with a better stone,
Which to thine age doth sliding yeeres combine :
Before thy genius powre forth cups of wine ;
Thy pray’rs expect no base and greedy eud,
Which to the gods thou closely must commend : or in cleane pots doth pleasant hony lay,
Though most of those whom honours lift on higle, Or shcares iris freble sheepe,
In all their offrings silent incense frie,
All from the temple are not apt to take
The left side of thy brest will dropping sweate, Soft lowly sounds, and open vowes to make. And full of ioy thy trembling beart will beate. The gifts of minde, fame, faith, he vtters cleare, Hence comes it, that with gold in triumph borne, That strangers may farre off his wishes heare: Thou do'st the faces of the gods adorne : But this he mumbles vnderneath his tongue : Among the brazen brethren they that send “O that mine vnkle's death, expected long, Those dreames, where euill humours least extend, Would bring a fun'rall which no cost shall lacke! The highest place in men's affections hold, U that a pot of siluer once would cracke
And for their care receiue a beard of gold: Beneath my harrow, by Alcides sent !
The glorious name of gold hath put away Or that I could the orphan's hopes preuent, The vse of Saturne's brasse, and Numae's clay. To whom I am next heire, and inust succeed ! This glitt'ring pride to richer substance turnes (Since swelling humours in his body breed,
The l'uscan earthen pots and vestall vrnes. Which threaten oft the shortnesse of his life.) O crooked soules, declining to the earth, How blest is Nerius, thrice to change his wife !" Whose empty thoughts forget their heau’nly birth : Those are the holy pray'rs for which thy head What end, what profit, haue we, when we strive (When first the morning hath her mantle sprej) Our manners to the temples to derive? Is dipt so many times in Tiber's streames, Can we suppose, that to the gods we bring Where running waters purge the nightly drcames. Some pleasing good for this corrupted spring ? I thus demand: in answer be not slow,
This flesh, which casia doth dissolue and spoyle, It is not much that I desire to know :
And with that mixture taints the native oyle : Of loue what think'st thou? if thy judgement can This boyles the fish with purple liquor full, Esteeme him juster than a mortall man?
And staines the whitenesse of Calabrian wooll. Than Staius ? doubt'st thou which of these is best, | This from the shell scrapes out the pearle, and To judge aright the fatherlesse opprest ?
straines The speech with which thine impious wishes dare From raw rude earth the feruent metal's veines. Prophane loue's eares, to Staius now declare: This sinnes, it sinnes, yet makes some vse of vice: “O loue! O good lone!” he will straight ex But tell me, ye great famins, can the price claime,
Raise gold to more account in holy things, And shall not loue crie out on his owne name? Than babies, which the maide to Venus brings ? For pardon canst thou hope, because the oke Nay, rather let vs yeeld the gods such gifts, Is sooner by the sacred brimstone broke,
As great Messallae's off-spring neuer lifts, When thunder teares the ayre, than thou and thine, In costly chargers stretcht to ample space, Because thou ly'st not, as a dismall signe
Because degen'rate from his noble race: In woods, while entrailes, and Ergenpae's art, A soule, where iust and pious thoughts are chain'd; Bid all from thy sad carkase to depart,
A mind, whose secret corners are vostain'd; Will therefore Joue his foolish beard extend, A brest, in which all gen'rous vertues lie, For thee to pull? What treasure canst thou spend And paint it with a neuer-fading die. To make the eares of gods by purchase thine ? Thus to the temples let me come with zeale, Can lights and bowels bribe the pow'rs diuine? The gods will heare me, though I offer meale. Some grandame, or religious aunt, whose ioy Is from the cradle to take out the boy, In lustrall spittle her long finger dips, And expiates his forehead and bis lips. Her cunning from bewitching eyes defends,
AVSON. IDYLL. XIT. Then in ber armes she dandles him, and sends Her slender hope, which humble vowes propound A wax, both good and wise, whose perfect mind To Crassus' house, or to Licinius' ground. Apollo cannot in a thousand Gind, Let kings and queenes wish him their sonne in law;
As his owne iudge, bimselfe exactly knowes, Let all the wenches him in pieces draw;
Secure what lords or vulgar brests suppose : May eu'ry stalke of grasse on which he goes, -He, like the world, an equall roundnesse beares, Be soone transforı'd into a fragrant rose.
On his smooth sides no outward spot appeares : No such request to nurses I allow :
He thinkes, how Cancer's starre increaseth light, loue, (though she pray in white) refuse ber vow. How Capricorne's cold tropicke lengthens night, Thou would'st firme sinewes haue, a body strong,
And by just scales will all his actions trie, Which may in age continue able long;
That nothing sinke too low, nor rise ivo high, But thy grosse meates and ample dishes stay That corners may with euen parts incline, The gods from granting this, and loue delay. And measures erre not with a faulty line, With hope to raise thy wealth, thou kill'st an oxe, That all within be solid, lest some blow Inuoking Hermes: “Blesse my house and fockes." Should by the sound the empty vessell show, How can it be (vaine foole!) when in the fires Ere he to gentle stecpe his eyes will lay, The melted fat of many steeres expires ?
His thoughts reuolue the actions of the day, Yet still thou think'st to ouercome at last,
“ What houres from me with dull neglect bane While many offrings in the flame are cast :
runne, "Now shall my fields be large, my sheepe increase; What was in time, or out of season done ? Now will it come! now! now!" Nor wilt thou Why hath this worke adorning-beauty lackt, cease,
Or reason wanted in another fact? Vntill deceiu'd, and in thy hopes deprest,
What things haue I forgotten, why design’d, Thou sigh’st to see the bottome of thy chest.
To seeke those ends, which better were declin'd! When I to thee haue cups of siluer brought,
When to the needy wretch I gaue reliefe, Or gifts in solid golden metall wrought,
Why was my broken soule possest witi griefe ?