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He who stole you, stole Ariadne too,

ed, she was taken with a sudden and violent feYet Minos did not with all Crete pursue.

ver, which Acontius endeavours to persuade Fcar in these cases than the danger's more,

her w3s sent from Diana, as a punishment of And, when the threatening tempeft once is o'er,

the breach of the vow made in her presence. Our shame's then greater thani our fcar before.

And this, with the rest of the arguments which But say from Greece a threaten'd war pursue,

on such occasion would occur to a lover, is the Know I have strength and wounding weapons

subject of the following epiftle. too. In men and horse more numerous than Greece Read boldly this; here you shall swear no more, Our empire is, nor in its compass less.

For that's enough which you have sworn before. Nor does your husband Paris aught excel

Read it; so may that violent disease,

Which thy dear body, but my soul doch scize, In generous courage, or in martial skill. Evin but a boy, from my Nain foes I gain'd

Forget its coo-long pra&is'd cruelty, My stolen herd, and a new name attain'd;

And health to you restore, and you to me. Ev'n then, o'ercome by me, I could produce

Why do you blush? for blush you do, I fear, Dophobus and great Ilioneus.

As when you first did in the temple swear : Nor hand to hand more to be fear'd am I,

Truth to your plighted faith is all I claim, Than when from far my certain arrows fly.

And truth can never be the ciuse of shame: You for his youth can no such actions feign,

Shame lives with guilt; but you your virtue prove Nor can he e'er my envy'd skill attain.

In favouring mine, for mine's a husband's love. But could he, Hector's your security,

Ah! to yourself thote binding words repeat And he alone an army is to me.

That once your wishing cyes ev'n long'd to You know me not, nor the bid prowess find


[feet. Of him that heaven has for your bed design’d.

When th' apple brought them dancing to your Either no war from Greece Thall follow thee,

There you will find the solemn vow you made, Or, if it does, shall be repellid by me.

Which if your health or inine can aught persuade, Nor think I fear to fight for such a wise,

You to perform should rather mindful be, That prize would give the coward's courage lile. Than great Diana to revenge on thee. All after-ages shall your famie admire,

My fears for you increase wiih



And Hope blows that already raging fire;
If you alone set the whole world on fire.
To sea, to sea, while all the gods are kind,

For hope you gave, nor can you this deny, And all I promise you in Troy fall find.

For the great Goddess of the fane was by;
She was, and heard, and from her hallow'd fhrios
A sudden kind auspicious light did fine :
Her ftatue seems to nod its awful head,

And give its glad consent to what you said:

Now, if you please, accuse my prosperous cheat,
Yet still confefs 'twas Love that taught me it:

In that deceit what did I else design,

But with your own consent to make you mine?

What you ny crime, I call my innocence,

Since loving you has been my fole offence.
The Argument.

Nor Nature gave me, nor has pradice taught,

The ners with which young virgins' hearts are A contius, in the temple of Diana at Delos (fa. caught.

mous for the resort of the most beautiful virgins You my accuser taught me to deceive, of all Greece), fell in love with Cydippe, a lady And Love, with you, did his aslistance give; of quality much above his own : not daring For Love stood by, and smiling bad me write therefore to court her openly, he found this de- The cunning words he did himself indite: vice to obtain her; he writes, upon the faireft Again, you see, I write by his command, apple that could be procured, a couple of verses He guides my pen, and rules my willing hand; to tliis effect:

Again such kind, such loving words I ind,

As makes me fear that I again offend: " I swear, by chaste Diana, I will be " In facred wedlock ever join'd to thee:"

Yet, if my love's my crime, I must confess,

Great is my guilt, but never fhall be less. and throws it at the feet of the young lady : Oh that I thus might ever guilty prove, the, suspecling not the deceit, takes it up, and In finding out new paths to reach thy love! seads it, and therein promises herself in mar A thousand ways to that steep mountain lead, siage to Acontius ; there being a law there in Though hard to find, and difficult to trcad. force, that whatever any person should swear All these will I find out, and break through a'l, in the temple of Diana of Delos, should stand for which, my flames compar'd, the danga's good, and be inviolably observed: but her fa

small. ther, not knowing whae had past, and having the gods alone know what the end will be ; pot long after promised her to another, just as Yet, if we mortals any thir:g foresee, the folowitics of marriage were to be perforin. One way or other you nivå yield to me.


If all my arts should fail, to arms I'll Ay, But let on him, th' unhappy cause of all
And snatch by force what you my prayers deny: The ills that froni Diana's anger fall,
I all those heroes' mighty acts applaud,

No greater torments light than those I feel, Who first have led me this illuftrious road. When you, my dearest, tendereft part, are ill: I too_but hold, deach the reward will be ; For, oh! with what dire tortures am I rack'd, Death be it then !

Whom different griefs succesively distract ! For to lose you is more than death to me.

Sometimes my grief from this does higher grow, Were you less fair, I'd use the vulgar way

To think that I have caus'd lo much to you. Of tedious courtship, and of dull delay.

Then, great Diana's witness, how I pray But thy bright form kindles more eager fires, That all our crimes on me alone she'd lay! And something wondrous as itself inlpires : Sometimes to your lov'd doors disguis'd I come, Those eyes thac all the heavenly lights outshine, And all around them up and down I roam; (Which, oh! may'tt thou behold and love in Till I your woman coming from you spy, mine :)

With looks dejected, and a weeping eye. Those snowy arms, which on my neck should fail, / With filent steps, like some sad ghoft, I steal If you the vows you made regard at all;

Close up to her, and urge her to reveal That modeft sweetness and becoming grace, More than new questions suffer her to tell : That paints with living red your blushing face ; How you

had llepe, what diet you had us’d? Those feet, with which they only can compare, And oft the vain physician's art accus'd.

That through the filver food bright Thetis bear; He every hour (oh, were I blest as he !)
Do all conspire my madness to excite,

Does all the turns of your distemper see,
With all the rest that is deny'd to light;

Why fit not I by your bed-lide all day, Which could I praise, alike I then were bleft, My mournful head in your warm bosom lay, And all the storms of my vex'd loul at rest; Till with my tears the inward fires decay? No wonder then, if, with such beauty fir'd, Why press not I your melting hand in mine, 1 of your love the facred pledge desir'j.

And from your pulse of my own health divine ! Rage now, and be as angry as you will,

But, oh! these wishes all are vain; and he Your very frowns all others' (miles excel;

Whom mott I fear, may now fit close by thee, But give me leave that anger to appeare,

Forgetful as thou art of heaven and me. By niy submission that my love did raise.

He that lov'd hand doth press, and oft doth feign Your pardon prostrate at your feet l'll crave, Some new excuse to feel thy bearing vein. The humble posture of your guilty flave.

Then his bold hand up to your arm doth llide, With falling tears your fiery rage I'll cool, And in your panting breat itself does hide; And lay the riang tempest of your soul.

Kifles sometimes he snatches too from thee, Why in my absence are you thus severe ?

For his officious care too great a fee. Summon’d at your tribunal to appear

Robber, who gave thee leave to taste that lip, For all my crimes, I'd gladly suffer there, And the ripe harvest of my kiffes reap? With pride whatever you inflict receive, [give. For they are mine, so is that bosom too, And love the wounds chofe hands vouchfate to Which falle as 'tis, shall never harbour you: Your fetters too -but they, alas! are vain, Take, take away those thy adulterous hands, For Love has bound me, and I hug my chain : For know, another lord that breast commands. Your hardeft laws with patience l'il obey, 'Tis true, her father promis'd her to thee, Till you yourself at last relent, and say,

But heaven and Me first gave herself to me : When all my sufferings you with pity see, And you in justice therefore should decline " He that can love so well, is worthy me !" Your claim to that which is already mine. But, if all this should unsuccessful prove,

This is the man, Cydippe, that excites Diana claims for me your promis'd love.

Diana's rage, lo vindicate her rites. O may my fears be false! yet the deligh:s Coniniand him then not to approach thy door ; In just revenge of her abused rites.

This done, the danger of your death is o'er. i dread to hide, what yet to speak I dread, For fcar not, beauteous maid, but keep thy vow, Left you should think that for myself I plead. Which great Diana heard, and did allow. Yet out it must :-'Tis this, 'tis surely this, And the who took it, will thy health reitore, That is the fuel to your hot disease :

And be propitious as Me was before. When waiting Hymen at your porch attends,

“ 'Tis not the team of a flain heifer's blood Her fatal messenger the goddess sends;

“ That can allay the anger of a God : And when you would to his kind call consent, “ 'Tis truth, and justice to your vows, appeasc This fever does your perjury preven!.

" Their angry deities; and withouc these Forbear, forbear, thus to provoke her rage, “ No flaughter'd beast their sury can divert, Which you so easily may yet assuage:

« For that's a sacrifice without a heart." Forbear to make that lovely charming face

Some, bitter potions patiently endure, {cure The prey to every envious disease :

And kiss the wounding lance that works their Preserve those looks to be enjoy'd by me,

You have no need these cruel cures to feel, Which none hould ever but with wonder fee : Shun being perjur'd only, and be well. Let that fresh colour to your cheeks return, Why let you still your pious parents weep: Whose glowing diame did all beholders burn : Whom you in ignorance of your promise keep?


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Oh! to your mother all our story tell,

Feeble and sick, yet frong in lust alene, And the whole progress of our love reveal : The rank adulterer preys on all the town, Tell her how first, at great Diana's shrine, All but the widows nauseous charms go down I fix'd my eyez, niy wondering eyes, on thine : What matter then how farely is the arch How like the statues there I stood amaz’d,

Where his tir'd mules flow with their burden Ilhilft on thy face intemperately I gaz'd.

march? She will berself, when you my tale repeat, What mat'er then low thick and long tbe thade Smile, and approve the amorous deceit.

Through which he is by sweating flaves cuavey'd! Marry, Mhe'll lay, whom heaven commends to How many acres near the ciły walls 'thee,

Or pew-built palaces, his own he calls? He, who has pleas'd Diana, pleases me.

No ill man's hapoy; least of all is he But Nould me ask from what descent I came, Whose study ’ris to corrupt chastity; My country, and my parents, and my name ; Th' inceftuous brute, who the veild vestal maid Tell her, that none of these deserve my lhame. But lately to his impious bed betray'd, Had you not sworn, you such a one might choose ; Who for his crime, if laws their courie might have, But, were he worse, now sworn, you can't refuse. Oright to descend alive into the grave This in my dreams Diana bad me write,

But now of Nighter faults; and yet the same And when I wak'd, lent Cupid to indite.

By others done, the cenfor's justice claim. Obey them both, for one has wounded me, For what good men ignoble count and base, Which woond if you with eyes of pity see, Is virtue here, and does Crispiros grace : She too will soon relent that wounded thee. In this he's lafe, whare'er we write of him, Then to our joys with eager hatte we'll move, The person is more odious than the crime. As tuil of beauty you, as I of love :

And so all satire's lost. The lavish flave *To the great ten ple we'll in triumph go,

Six thousand pieces † for a bej bel gave : And with our offerings at the altar bow.

A sesterce for each pound it weighd, as they 1 golden inage there I'll confecrate,

Gave out, that hear great things, but greater Oitne falle Apple's innocent deceit;

fay. And write below the happy verse that came If, by this bribe well plac'd, he would ensnare The messenger of my fuccesful flame.

Some fapless usurer that wants an i eir, Let all the world this from Acontius know, Or if this present the fly courtier meant Cydippe has been faithful to her vow.”

Should to Tome punk of quality be sent, Mose I could write! but, fivce thy illness reigns, That in her easy chair in ftate does ride, And racks thy tender limbs with sharpeft pains, The glasses all drawn up on every fide, My pen falls down for fear, left this might be, I'd praise his cutning ; but expect not this, filhough for me too little, yet too much for thee For his own gut he' bought the stately fish.

Now even Apicius || frugal seems, and poor,
Outvy'd' in luxury unknown before.

Gave you, Crispinus, you this mighty fum;

You that, for want of other rags, did come

In your own country paper wrapp'd, to Rome? Tbe Argument.

Do scales and fins bear price to this excels? The Poet in this fatire first bringe Crispinus, You might have boughi the fisherman for less. whoin he had a lash at in his first satire, and

For less some provinces whole acres fell; whom he promises here not to be forgetful of Nay, in Apulia j, if you bargain well, for the future. He exposes his monstrous pro- | A mabor would cost less than fuch a nieal. digality and luxury, in giving the price of an What think we then of this luxurious lord? eftate for a barbel: and from thence takes oc

What banquets loaded that imperial board? cafion to introduce the principal subject and true When, in one dish, that, taken from the rest, design of this satire, which is grour.ded upon a His constant table would have hardly miss'd, ridiculous story of a turbot prelented to Domi So many festerces were swallow'd down, vian, of lo valt a bignels, that all the Emperor's To stuff one scarlet-coated court buffoon, Icullery bad not a dish large enough to hold it;

Whom Rome of all her knights now chiefeft greets, Upon which the Senate in all haste is summoned, From crying stinking fith about her streets. 10 consult in this exigency, what is fitteft to be

Begin, Calliope, but not to sing : dene. The Poet gives us a particular of the Plain, honeft truth we for our subje& bring. ferators' names, their distinct characters, and

Help then, ye young Pierian maids, to tell speeches, and advice; and, after much and wise

A downright narrative of what befell. cousultation, an expedient being found out and

Afford me willingly your sacred aids, agreed upon, he dismides the ļenate, and con Me that have call'd you young, me that have cludes the satire.

styl'd you maids.

* Crispinus had reduced a veft al virgin; and, by the ONCE morc Crispinus call's upon the flage law of Numa, should have been buried alive. (Nor shall once more fuffice) provokes my rage + Roman Settertii. A noonster, to whom every vice lays claim,

i Famous for gluttony, even to a proverb

Where land was remarkably chicago Without onc virue to redccm his fame.

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When he, with whom the Flavian race decay'd*, ; In whose pale looks that ghaftly terror fat,

The groaning world with iron fceptre (way'd, That haunts the dangerous friendships of the great. adtex When a bald Nero f reign'd, and servile Rome The loud Liburnian, that the senate callid, ODRO obey'd,

“ Run, run ; he's set, he's set!" no sooner bawl'd, Where Venus' fhrine does fair Ancona grace, But, with his robe Snatcht up in hafte, does come a A turbot raken, of prodigious space,

Pegasus t, bailiff of affrighted Rome. FN'd the extended net, not less than those What more were præfcets then? The best he was, Amil Thar dull Mæotis does with ice cnclose;

And faithfullest expounder of the laws. Az Til, conquer'd by the sun's prefailing ray, Yet in ill times thought all things manag'd best, It opens to the Pontic Sea their way;

When Jullice exercis'd her sword the leatt. And throws them out unwieldy with their growth, Old Crispus & next, pleasant though old, apFalls Fat with long ease, and a whole winter's floch:

pears, The wise commander of the boat and lines, His wit' nor humour yielding to his years. stus For our high priest s the stately prey designs ; His temper mild, good-nature join'd with sense, For who that lordly fish durst sell or buy,

And manners charming as his eloquence.
many spies and court-informers nigh :

Who fitter for a useful friend than he,

No shore but of this vermin swarms does bear, To the great Ruler of the earth and sea,
Searchers of mud and sea-weed! that would swear If, as his thoughts were just, his tongue were free?
The filh had long in Cæsar's ponds been fed, If it were safe to vent his generous inind
And from its lord undutifully fled;

To Romc's dire plague, and terror of mankind;
So, justly ought to be ayain restorid :

If cruel Power could loftening counsel bear.
you credit fage Palphurius' (word,

But what's so tender as a tyrant's ear;
Or dare rely op Armillatus' skill,

With whom whoever, though a favourite, fpake,
Whatever fith the vulgar fry excel

At every sentence fet his life at stake,
Belong to Cæfar, where loe'er they swim,

Though the discourse were of no weightier things, e By their own worth confi!cated to him.

Than sultry summiers, or unhealthful springs! The boatman then shall a wise present make, This well he knew, and therefore never try'd, And give the fish before the seizers take.

With his weak arms to stem the stronger tide. Now fickly Autumn to dry frofts gave way,

Nor did all Rome, grown fpiritless, supply Cold Winter rag'd, and fresh preserv'd the preyi A man that for bold truth durit bravely die, Yet with such hafte the busy fishes fiew,

So, fafe by wile complying Glence, he As if a hot south-wind corruption blew :

Ev'n in that court did fourfcore fuinmers fee. And now he reach'd the lake, where what remains Next him Acilius, though his age the same, of Alba ftill her ancient rites serains,

With cager hafte to the grand council came :
Still worships Vefa, though an humbler way, With him a youth, unworthy of the fate
Nor lets the hallow'd Trojan fire decay. (resort, That did tno near his growing virtues wait,

The wondering crowd, that to strange lights Urg'd by the tyrant's envy, fear, or hate.
And chok'd a while his passage to the court, (But 'tis long lince old age began to be
At length gives way; ope Aies the palace-gate, In noble blood no lets than pridigy,
The turbot enters in, without the Fathers** wait; When 'ris I'd rather be of giants' birth II,
The boatman ftraighe does to Arrides press, A pigmy brother to those tons of earth.)
And thus presents his fish, and his address : Unhappy youth whom from his deftin'd end,

Accept, dread Sir, this tribute from the main, No well diffembled madness could defend; Too great for privae kitchens to contain.

When naked in the Alban theatre, To your glad genius facrifice this day,

In Libyan bears he fixt his bunting spear. Let common meats respectfully give way.

Who sees not now through the Lord's thin difHaste to unload your stomachs, to receive

guise, This turbut, that for you did only live.

That long seem'd fool to prove at last niore wise? So long presery'd to be imperial food,

That tale court trick is now too open laid : Glad of tbe net, and to be taken proud.

(well, who now admires the part old Brutus play'd f? How fulsome this: how grols ! yet this takes Those honest times might swali w this pretence, And the vain Prince with empty pride dues swell. When the King's beard was deeper than his sense. Nothing fo monitrous can be said or feign'd,

Next Rubrius came, though not of nubie race, But with belief and joy is entertain d,

With equal marks of terror in his face. When to his face the worthless wretch is prais'd,

Pale with the gnawing guilt and inward shamc Whom vile court-flattery to a god has rais’d.

Of an oid crime that is not fit to name.
But oh, hard fate! the palace stores nu dish Worse, yet in scandal taking more delight,
Anord, capacious of the mighty fith.

Than the vile pathick * that durst fatire write. To lage debate are fummou'd all the peers,

Moncanus' belly next, advancing flow His truly and much-hated counsellors,

Before the sweacing senacor, did go. • Doinitian was the last and worst of tha: family.

The Roman cricrs were usually of this country, + Domitian, from his cruelty, was called a second Ne50; and, from his baldners, Calvus.

† Alcarned lawyer, and pracicct of Rome. A title often alluined by the Emperors.

Who made thé jeit on Domitän's killing flies.

of an obícure and unknown Camily.
Both of conlular degree, yet fpics and informers.
** The Scoate, or Patres Confcript

1 In counterfeiting inadness,
* Nero, who charged his own crimes on Quintianub,


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Crispinus aster, but much swecter comcs, They rise ; and straight all; with respeelíulare

, ET Scented with costly oils and eastern gums, At the word given, obsequiously withdraw, More than would serve two funerals for per- Whom, full of eager halte, surprise, and fear, fumes.

Our mighty prince had summou'd to appear;
Then Pompey, none more skill'd in the court- As il fome news he'd of the Carri tell,

Or that the fierce Sicambrians did sebel:
Of cutting throats with a soft whisper, came. As if expresses from all parts had come

Next Fascus *, hc who many a peaceful day With freth alarms threatening the fate of Rome
Fer Dacian vultures was reserv'd a prey,

What folly this! But oh! that all the rett
'Till, 1:aving itudy'd war enough at home, Of his dire reign had thus been spent in jelt ;
He led abroad th' unhappy arms of Rome. And all that sime such trifles had employ'd

Cunning Vejento next, and by his Gide In which fo many cobles he destroy'd;
Bloody Catullus leaning on his guide,

He safe, they unreveng'd, to the disgrace
Decrepit, yet a furious lover he,

of the surviving, tamć, Patrician race!
And deeply fmit with charms he could not see. But, when he dreadful to the rabble

A monfter, that ev'n this worst age ourvics, Him, whom so many lords had llain, they few.
Confpicuous, and above the common size.
A blind hase Hatterer, from some bridge or gatet,
Rais'd to a niurdering minister of state.
Deserving still to beg upon the road,
And bless each pasting waggon and its load.

None more admir'd the fifh; he in its praise
With zeal his voice, with zeal his hands did raise;
But to the left all his fine things did say,

Tell me, Alexis, whence these forrows grow?
Whilft on his right the unseen turbot lay.

From what hid spring do these falt errents how
So he the fam'd Cilician fencer prais'd,

Why hangs the head of my amided fwain;
And at each hit with wonder fccm'd amaz'd:

Like bending lilies overcharg'd with rain ?
So did the scenes and fage machines admire,

And boys that ilew through canvas clouds in wire.

Ah, Damon, if what you already see,
Nor came Vejento short; but, as inspir'd

Cau move thy gentle breat to pity me;
By thee, Bellona, by thy fury fir'd,

How' would rhy fighs with mine in concert jes, Turns prophet. See the mighty omen, sce,

How would thy tears swell up the tide of mee! He cries of Tome illuftrious victory!

Couldit thou but sec (hut, oh, no light is there

, Some captive king thee his new lord shall own;

But blackest clouds of darkness and despair! Or from his British chariot headlong thrown

Could'st thou but see the torments that within The proud Arviragas come tumbling down !

Lie deeply lodg’d, aud view the horrid fccne, 'The monster's foreign. Mask the pointed spears

View a'l the wounds, and every faral dart That from thy hand on his pierc'd back he wears!

That sticks and rankies in my bleeding beart! Who nobler could, or plainer things presage ?

No morc, ye fwains, Love's harness anger icar, Yet one thing 'Icap'd him, the prophetic rage

For he has empty'd all his quiver here. Shew'd not the turbot's country, nor its age.

Nor thou, kind Damon, ask me why I grieve

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At length by Cæfar the grand question's put :

But rather wonder, wonder that I live.
My lords, your judgment; thall the fish bc cut?
Far bc it, far from us, Montanus cries;

Unhappy youth! too well, alas ! I know
Let's not dishonour thus the noble prize!

The pangs despairing lovers undergo
A pot of finest earth, thin, deep, and wide,

Some skilful quick Prometheus must provide.
Clay and the forming wheel prepare with speed.
But, Cæfar, be it !rom henceforth decreed,
That potters on the royal progress wait,

Tallift in these emergencies of state.
This counsel pleas'l; nor could it fail to take,

When first the young Alexis Saw
So fit, so worthy of the man that spake.

Cælia to all the plaiu give law, The old court riots he remember'd well ;

The haughty Cælia, in whose face Could tales of Nero's midnight fuppers tell,

Love dwelt with Fear, and Pride with Crace ; When i'alern wires the labouring lungs did fire,

When every twain he law submit And to new dainrics kindled false defire.

To her commanding eyes and wit,
In arts of caring, none more early train'd,

How cuid th' ambitious youth afpirc
None in my time had equal kill attain'd.
He, whether Circe's rock bis oyfleis bote,

To perish by a nobler fire ?
Or Lucrine lake, or the Rutupian fore,

With all the power of verse he strovc Knew at first taste, nay at firit fight could tell

The lovely flicpherdess to move: A crab or lobster's country by its thell,

Verse, in which the Gods delighe,

That makes nymphs love, and herocs fight; * Cornelius Furcus, who was pain in Dacla.

Verse, that once rul'd all the plain, +Tlic componi ilands for berga;$.

Verse, the wishes of a swain.





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