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Like that which now thy trembling sailors fear; Last night, methought, he call'd me from the dome,
But comes more slowly, clogg'd with conscious I 'lowe, what rather I would owe to thee. Forgive the wrong I offer'd to thy bed; (fears. Death thou deserv'st from Heaven's avenging laws; Strong were his charms, who my weak faith misled. But I'm unwilling to become the cause.
His goddess mother, and his aged sire To shun my love, if thou wilt seek thy fate, Borne on his back, did to my fall conspire. 'Tis a dear purchase, and a costly hate.
Oh! such he was, and is, that, were he true, Stay bat a little, till the tempest cease,
Without a blush I might his love pursue. And the lond winds are lulld into a peace.
But cruel stars my birth-day did attend; Mas a'l thy rage, like theirs, unconstant prove! And as my fortune open'd, it must end. And so it will, if there be power in love.
My plighted lord was at the altar slain, Knox'st thou not yet what dangers ships sustain? Whose wealth was made iny bloody brother's gain. So often wreck'd, how darst thou tempt the main? Friendless, and follow'd by the murderer's bate, Which were it smooth, were every wave asleep,
To foreign countries I remov'd my fate; Ten thousand forms of Death are in the deep. And here, a suppliant, from the natives' hands la that abyss the gods their vengeance store,
I bought the ground on which my city stands, For broken vows of those who falsely swore.
With all the coast that stretches to the sea; There winged storms on sea-born Venus wait, Ev'n to the friendly port that shelter'd thee: 'To vindicate the justice of her state.
Then rais'd these walls, which mount into the air, Thos I to thee the means of safety show;
At once my neighbours' wonder, and their fear. And, lost myself, would still preserve my foe.
For now they arm; and round me leagues are made, False as thou art, I not thy death design:
My scarce-establish'd empire to invade. O rather live, to be the cause of mine!
To man my new-built walls I must prepare, Should some avenging storm thy vessel tear, An helpless woman, and unskill'd in war, (But Heaven forbid my words should omen bear) Yet thousand rivals to my love pretud; Then in thy face thy perjur'd vows would fly; And for my person would my crown defend : And my wrong'd ghost be present to thy eye. Whose jarring votes in one complaint agree, With threatening looks think thou behold'st me That each unjustly is disdain'd for thee. stare,
To proud Hyarbas give me up a prey ; Gasping my mouth, and clotted all my hair. (For that must follow, if thou goest away.) Then, should fork'd lightning and red thunder fall, | Or to my husband's murderer leave my life, What could'st thou say, but I deserv'd 'em all ? That to the husband he may add the wife. Lest this should happen, make not haste away;
Go then, since no complaints can move thy mind: To shun the danger will be worth thy stay. Go, perjur'd man, but leave thy gods behind. Have pity on thy son, if not on me:
Touch not those gods, by whom thou art forsworn, My death alone is guilt enough for thee.
Who will in impious hands no more be borne: What has his youth, what have thy gods deserv'd, Thy sacrilegious worship they disdain, To sink in seas, who were from fires preserv'd? And rather would the Grecian fires sustain. But neither gods nor parent didst thou bear;
Perhaps my greatest shame is still to come, Smooth stories all to please a woman's ear, And part of thee lies bid within my womb. False as the tale of thy romantic life.
The babe unborn must perish by thy hate, Nor yet am I thy first deluded wife:
And perish guiltless in his mother's fate. Left to pursuing foes Creüsa stay'd,
Some god, thou say'st, thy voyage does comBy thee, base man, forsaken and betray'd.
(land! This, when thou told'st me, struck my tender heart, Would the same god had barr’d thee from my That such requital follow'd such desert.
I doubt not, thy departure steers, Nor doubt I but the gods, for crimes like these, Who kept thee out at sea so many years ; Seven winters kept thee wandering on the seas. While thy long labours were a price so great, 'Thy starv'd companions, cast ashore, I fed, As thou to purchase Troy would'st not repeat, Thyself admitted to my crown and bed.
But Tyber now thou seek'st, to be at best, To harbour strangers, succour the distrest, When there arriv'd, a poor precarious guest, Was kind enough; but, oh, too kind the rest! Yet it deludes thy search : perhaps it will Curst be the cave which first my ruin brought, To thy old age lie undiscorer'd still. Where, from the storm, we common shelter sought! | A ready crown and wealth in dower I bring, A dreadful howling echo'd round the place : And, without conquering, here thou art a king. The mountain nymphs, thought I, my nuptials Here thou to Cartbage may'st transfer thy Troy: grace.
Here young Ascanius may his arms employ; I thought so then, but now too late I know And, while we live secure in soft repose, The Furies yell?d my funerals from below. Bring many laurels home from conquer'd foes, O Chastity and violated Fame,
By Cupid's arrows, I adjure thee, stay; Exact your dues to my dead husband's name! By all the gods, companions of thy way. By death redeem my reputation lost,
So may tby Trojans, who are yet alive, And to his arms restore iny guilty ghost.
Live still, and with no future fortune strive; Close by my palace, in a gloomy grove,
So may thy youthful son old age attain, Is raisd a chapel to my murder'd love; [stands, And thy dead father's bones in peace remain : There, wreath'd with boughs and wool, his statue As thou hast pity on unhappy me, Tbe pious monument of artful hands,
Who knew yo crime, but too much love of thes.
I am not born from fierce Achilles' line,
If not, know this, I will not suffer long; Nor did my parents against Troy combine, My life's too loathsome, and my love too strung To be thy wife if I unworthy prove,
Death holds my pen and dictates what I say, By some inferior name admit my love.
While cross my lap the Trojan sword I lay. To be secur'd of still possessing thee,
My tears flow down; the sharp edge cuts their food, What would I do, and what would I not be ! And drinks my sorrows that must drink my blood. Our Libyan coasts their certain seasons know, How well thy gift does with my fate agree! When free from tempests passengers may go :
My funeral pomp is cheaply made by thee. But now with northern blasts the billows roar, To no new wounds my bosom I display: And drive the floating sea-weed to the shore. The sword but enters where Love made the way. Leave to my care the time to sail away;
But thou, dear sister, and yet dearer friend, When safe, I will not suffer thee to stay.
Shalt my cold ashes to their urn attend.
This short inscription only let it bear:
The cause of death, and sword by which she dy'd, And give me time to struggle with my woe. Æneas gave: the rest her arın supply'd."
TRANSLATION FROM OVID'S ART OF LOVE.
THE FIRST BOOK
Experience makes my work; a truth so try'd
You may believe; and Venus be my guide.
Par hence, ye vestals, be, who bind your hair;
And wives, who gowns below your ancles wear. IN Cupid's school whoe'er would take degree, I sing the brothels loose and unconfin'd,
Must learn bis rudiments by reading me. Th’unpunishable pleasures of the kind;
Seamen with sailing arts their vessels move; Which all alike, for love, or money, find. Art guides the chariot: Art instructs to love. You, who in Cupid's rolls inscribe your name, Of ships and chariots others know the rule; First scek an object worthy of your flame; But I am master in Love's mighty school. Then strive, with art, your lady's mind to gain : Cupid indeed is obstinate and wild,
And last, provide your lore may long remain. A stubborn god; but yet the god's a child: On these three precepts all my work shall move : Easy to govern in his tender age,
These are the rules and principles of Love. Like fierce Achilles in his pupillage :
Before your youth with marriage is opprest, That hern, born for conquest, trembling stood Make choice of one who suits your humour Before the Centaur, and receiv'd the rod.
best: As Chiron mollify'd his cruel mind
And such a damsel drops not from the sky; With art, and taught his warlike hands to wind She must be sought for with a curious eye. The silver strings of his melodious lyre:
The wary angler, in the winding brook, So Love's fair goddess does my soul inspire, Kuows what the fish, and where to bait his hook. To teach her softer arts; to sooth the mind, The fowler and the huntsman know by name And smooth the rugged breasts of human-kind. The certain haunts and harbour of their game.
Yet Cupid and Acbilles each with scorn So must thc lover beat the likeliest grounds; And rage were fi!ld; and both were goddess-born. Th'assembly where his quarry most abounds. The bull, reclaim'd and yok'd, the burthen draws; Nor shall my novice wander far astray; The horse receives the bit within his jaws; These rules shall put him in the ready way. And stubborn Love shall bend beneath my sway, Thon shalt not sail around the continent, Though struggling oft be strives to disobey. As far as Perseus or as Paris went: He shakes bis torch, he wounds me with his darts; | For Rome alone affords thee such a store, But vain his force, and vainer are his arts. As all the world can hardly show thee more. The more he burns my soul, or wounds my sight, The face of Heaven with fewer stars is crown'd, The more he teaches to revenge the spite.
Than beauties in the Roman sphere are found. I boast no aid the Delphian god affords,
Whether thy love is bent on blooming youth, Nor auspice from the flight of chattering birds; On dawning sweetness in unartful truth ; Nor Clio nor her sisters have I seen;
Or courts the juicy joys of riper growth ; As Hesiod saw them on the shady green: Here mayst thou find thy full desires in both.
Or if autumnal beauties please thy sight
Their fear was one, but not one face of fear; (An age that knows to give and take delight); Some rend the lovely tresses of their hair; Millions of matrons of the graver sort,
Some shriek, and some are struck with dumbdespair. In common prudence, will not balk the sport. Her absent mother one invokes in vain;
In summer heats thou need'st but only go One stands amaz'd, not daring to complain; To Pompey's cool and shady portico;
The nimbler trust their feet, the slow remain. Or Copcord's fane; or that proud edifice,
But nought availing, all are captives led, Whose turrets near the bawdy suburb rise: Trembling and blushing, to the genial bed. Or to that other portico, where stands
She who too long resisted, or deny'd, The cruel father urging his commands,
The lusty lover made by force a bride;
Cease weeping, nor afflict thy tender heart:
Thus Romulus became so popular;
To pay his army, and fresh whores to bring: Ev in there the cause of Love is often try'd; Who would not fight for such a gracious king? Near it at least, or in the palace-yard,
Thus love in theatres did firsi iinprove; From whence the noisy combatants are heard. And theatres are still the scenes of lore: The crafty counsellors, in formal gown,
Nor shun the chariot's and the courser's race; There gain another's cause, but lose their own. The Circus is no inconvenient place. There eloquence is nonplust in the suit;
No need is there of talking on the hand; And lawyers, who had words at will, are mute. Nor nods, nor signs, which lovers understand. Venus, from her adjoining temple, smiles, But boldly next the fair your seat provide, To see them caught in their litigious wiles. Close as you can to hers, and side by side. Grave senators lead home the youthful dame, Pieas'd or unpleas'd, no matter; crowding sit: Returning clients, when they patrons came. For so the laws of public shows permit. But, above all, the play-house is the place; Then find occasion to begin discourse; There's choice of qnarry in that narrow chase. Inquire, whose chariot this, and whose that horse? There take thy stand, and sharply looking out, To whatsoever side she is inclin'd, Sən may'st thou find a mistress in the rout, Suit all your inclinations to her mind; For length of time, or for a single bout.
Like what she likes; from thence your court begin; The theatres are berries for the fair:
And whoin she favours, wish that he may win. Like ants on mole-hills thither they repair; But when the statues of the deities, Like bees to hives, so numerously they throng, In chariots roll'd, appear before the prize; It may be said, they to that place belong. When Venus comes, with deep devotion rise, Thither they swarm, who have the public voice: If dust be on her lap, or grains of sand, There choose, if plenty not distracts thy choice: Brush both away with your officious hand. To see, and to be seen, in heaps they run; If none be there, yet brush that nothing thence; Sone to undo, and some to be undone.
And still to touch her lap make some pretence. From Romulus the rise of plays began,
Touch any thing of hers; and if her train To his new subjects a commodious man;
Sweep on the ground, let it not sweep in vain; Who, his unmarried soldiers to supply,
But gently take it up, and wipe it clean; Took care the commonwealth should multiply : And while you wipe it, with observing eyes, Providing Sabine women for his braves,
Who knows but you may see her naked thighs! Like a true king, to get a race of slaves.
Observe, who sits behind her; and beware, His play-bouse not of Parian marble made, Lest his encroaching knee should press the fair. Nor was it spread with purple sails for shade. Light service takes light minds: for some can tell The stage with rushes or with leaves they strewd: Of favours won, by laying cushions well: No scenes in prospect, no machining god. By fanning faces some their fortune meet; On rows of homely turf they sat to see,
And some by laying footstools for their feet. Crown'd with the wreaths of every common tree, These overtures of love the Circus gives; There, while they sat in rustic majesty,
Nor at the sword-play less the lover thrives : Fach lover had his mistress in his eye;
For there the son of Venus fights his prize; And whom he saw most suiting to his mind, And deepest wounds are oft receiv'd from eyes. For joys of matrimonial rape design'd.
One, while the crowd their acclamations make, Scarce could they wait the plandit in their haste; Or while he bets, and puts his ring to stake, But, ere the dances and the song were past, Is struck from far, and feels the flying dart; The monarch gave the signal from his throne; And of the spectacle is made a part. And, rising, bade his merry men fall on.
Cæsar would represent a naval fight, The marshal crew, like soldiers ready prest, For his own honour, and for Rome's delight. Jast at the word (the word too was, The best) From either sea the youths and maidens come; With joyful cries each other animate;
And all the world was then contain'd in Rome. Sume choose, and some at hazard seize their In this vast concourse, in this choice of game, mate.
What Roman heart but felt a foreign flame? As dores from eagles, or from wolves the lambs, Once more our prince prepares to make us glad; So from their lawless lovers fly the dames, And the remaining east to Rome will add.
Rejoice, ye Roman soldiers, in your urn; Bold truths it speaks; and spoken, dares inaintain;
Nor trust thy judgment when the tapers dance; Celestial seeds shoot out before their day,
But sober, and by day, thy suit advance. Prevent their years, and brook no dull delay. By day-light Paris judg’d the beauteous three ; Thus infant Hercules the snakes did press, And for the fairest did the prize decree. And in his cradle did his sire confess.
Night is a cheat, and all deformities
1 Bacchus, a boy, yet like a hero fought,
Are bid or lessen'd in her dark disguise. And early spoils from conquer'd India brought. The Sun's fair light each errour will confess, Thus you your father's troops shall lead to fight, In face, in shape, in jewels, and in dress. And thus shall vanquish in your father's right. Why name I every place where youths abound! These rudiments to you your lineage owe; 'Tis loss of time, and a too fruitful ground. Born to incrcase your titles, as you grow, The Baian baths, where ships at anchor ride, Brethren you had, revenge your brethren slain; And wholesoine streams from sulphur fountains You have a father, and his rights maintain.
glide; Arm'd by your couutry's parent and your own, Where wounded youths are by experience taught, Redeem your country, and restore bis throne. The waters are less healthful than they thought. Your enemies assert an impious cause;
Or Dian's fane, which near the suburb lies, You fight both for divine and human laws.
Where priests, for their promotion, fight a prize. Already in their cause they are o'ercome: That maiden goddess is Love's nortal foe, Subject them too, by force of arms, to Rome, And much from her his subjects undergo. Great father Mars with greater Cæsar join,
Thus far the sportful muse with myrtle bound, To give a prosperous omen to your line:
Has sung where lovely lasses may be found. One of you is, and one shall be divine.
Now let me sing, how she who wounds your mind, 1 prophesy you shall, you shall o'ercome: With art, may be to cure your wounds inclin'd. My verse shall bring you back in triumph home. Young nobles, to my laws attention lend : Speak in my verse, exhort to loud alarms: And all you vulgar of my school attend. were my numbers equal to your arms!
First then believe, all women may be won; Then would I sing the Parthians overthrow; Attempt with confidence, the work is done. Their shot averse sent from a flying bow: The grasshopper shall first forbear to sing The Parthians, who already flying fight,
In summer season, or the birds in spring; Already give an omen of their fight.
Than women can resist your flattering skill: O when will come the day, by Heaven design'd, Ev'n she will yield, who swears she never will. When thou, the best and fairest of mankind, To secret pleasure both the sexes move; Drawn by white horses shalt in triumph ride, But women most, who most dissemble love. With conquer'd slaves attending on thy side; 'Twere best for us, if they would first declare, Slaves, that no longer can be safe in flight; Avow their passion, and submit to prayer. O glorious object, O surprising sight,
The cow, by lowing, tells the bull her fame : O day of public joy; too good to end in night! The neighing mare invites her stallion to the game. On such a day, if thou, and, next to thee, Man is more temperate in his lust than they, Some beauty sits, the spectacle to see :
And, inore than women, can his passion sway. If she inquire the names of conquer'd kings, Biblis, we know, did first her love declare, Of mountains, rivers, and their hidden springs, And had recourse to death in her despair. Answer to all thou know'st; and, if need be, Her brother she, her father Myrrha sought, Of things unknown seem to speak knowingly : And lov'd, but lov'd not as a daughter ought. This is Euphrates, crown'd with reeds; and there Now from a tree she stills her odorous tears, Flows the swift Tigris with his sea-green hair. Which yet the name of her who shed them bears. Invent new names of things unknown before; In Ida's shady vale a bull appeard, Call this Armenia, that the Caspian shore; White as the snow, the fairest of the herd; Call this a Mede, and that a Parthian youth; A beauty-spot of black there only rose, Talk probably: no matter for the truth.
Petwixt his equal horns and ample brows: In feasts, as at our shows, new means abound; The love and wish of all the Cretan cows. More pleasure there, than that of wine, is found. The queen beheld him as his head he rear'd; The Paphian goddess there her ambush lays; And envy'd every leap he gave the berd. And Love betwixt the horns of Bacchus plays; A secret fire she nourish'd in her breast, Desires increase at every swelling draught; And hated every heifer he caress'd. Brisk vapours add new vigour to the thought. A story known, and known for true, I tell; There Cupid's purple wings no flight afford; Nor Crete, though iying, can the truth conceal. But, wet with wine, he flutters on the board, She cut bim grass (so much can Love command); He shakes his pinions, but he cannot move; She strok'd, she fed him with her royal band : Fix'd he remains, and turns a maudlin love. Was pleas'd in pastures with the herd to roam; Wine warms the blood, and makes the spirits And Minos by the bull was overcome. (brows;
Cease, queen, with gems t'adorp thy beauteous Care flies, and wrinkles from the forehead go: The monarch of thy heart no jewel knows. Exalts the poor, invigorates the weak;
Nor in thy glass compose thy looks and eyes: 'Gives mirth and laughter, and a rosy cheek. Secure from alļ thy charms thy lover lies :
Yet trust thy mirrour, when it tells thee true ; Instruct the damsel while she combs her hair, Thou art no heifer to allure his view.
To raise the choler of that injur'd fair ; Soon wouldst thou quit thy royal diadem
And, sighing, make her mistress understand, To thy fair rivals, to be horn'd like them.
She has the means of vengeance in her hand : If Minos please, no lover seek to find;
Then, naming thee, ihy humble suit prefer; If not, at least seek one of human kind.
And swear thou languishest and dy'st for her. The wretched queen the Cretan cuurt forsakes; Then let her lose no time, but push at all: In woods and wilds her habitation makes : For women soon are rais'd, and soon they fall. Site curses every beauteous cow she sees;
Give their first fury leisure to relent, “Ab, why dost thou my lord and master please! They meit like ice, and suddenly repent. And think'st, ungrateful creature as thou art, T' enjoy the inaid, will that thy suit advance? With frisking aukwardly, to gain his heart!” 'Tis a hard question, and a doubtful chance. She said, and straight commands, with frowning One maid, corrupted, bawds the better fort; To put ber, undeserving, to the yoke; [look, | Another for herself would keep the sport. Or feigns some holy rites of sacrifice,
Thy business may be further'd or delay'd: And sees her rival's death with joyful eyes : But by my counsel, let alone the maid: 'Then, when the bloody priest has done bis part, Ev'n though she should consent to do the feat; Pleas'd in her hand she holds the beating heart; The profit's little, and the danger great. Nor from a scornful taunt can scarce refrain; I will not lead thee through a rugged road; “ Go, fool, and strive to please my love again." But where the way lies open, sale, and broad. Now she would be Europa, lo now
Yet, if thou find'st her very much thy friend, (One bore a bull, and one was made a cow). And her good face her diligence commend : Yet she at last her brutal bliss obtain’d,
Let the fair mistress have thy first embrace, And in a wooden cow the bull sustain'd;
And let the maid come after in her place. Filld with his seed, accomplish'd her desire; But this I will advise, and mark my words; Til by his form the son betray'd the sire.
Por 'tis the best advice my skill affords: If Atreus' wife to incest had not run,
If needs thou with the damsel wilt begin, (But, ah, how hard it is to love but one!)
Before th' attempt is made, make sure to win; His coursers Phoebus had not driven away, For then the secret better will be kept; To shan that sight, and interrupt the day.
And she can tell no tales when once she's dipt. Thy daughter, Nisus, pull'd thy purple hair, 'Tis for the fowler's interest to beware, And barking sea-dogs yet her bowels tear.
The bird entangled should not 'scape the snare. At sea and land Atrides sav'd his life,
The fish, once prick'd, avoids the bearded houk, Yet fell a prey to his adulterous wife.
And spoils the sport of all the neighbouring brook. Who knows not what revenge Medea sought, But, if the wench be thine, she makes thy way, When the slain offspring bore the father's fault? And, for thy sake, her mistress will betray; Thus Phænix did a woman's love bewail;
Tell all she knows, and all she hears her say, And thus Hippolytus by Phædra fell.
Keep well the counsel of thy faithful spy : These crimes revengeful matrons did commit: So shalt thou learn whene'er she treads awry, Hotter their lust, and sharper is their wit.
All things the stations of their seasons keep; Doubt not from them an easy victory:
And certain times there are to sow and reap. Scarce of a thousand dames will one deny. Ploughmen and sailors for the season stay, All women are content that men should woo : One to plough land, and one to plough the sea : She wbo complains, and she who will not do. So should the lover wait the lucky day. Rest then secure, whate'er thy luck may prove, Then stop thy suit, it hurts not thy design : Not to be bated for declaring love.
But think, another hour she may be thine. And yet how canst thou miss, since womankind And when she celebrates her birth at home, Is trail and vain, and still to change inclin'd? Or when she views the public shows of Rome, Old husbands and stale gallants they despise; Know, all thy visits then are troublesome, And inore another's, than their own, they prize. Defer thy work, and put not then to sea, A larger crop adorns our neighbour's field; For that's a boding and a stormy day. More milk his kide from swelling udders yield. Else take thy time, and, when thou canst, begin:
First gain the maid: by her thou shalt be sure To break a Jewish sabbath, think no sin : A free access and easy to procure :
Nor ev'n on superstitious days abstain; Who knows what to her office does belong, Not when the Romans were at Allia slain, Is in the secret, and can hold her tongue.
III omens in her frowns are understood; Bribe her with gifts, with promises, and prayers: When she's in humour, every day is good. For ber good word goes far in love affairs.
But than her birth-day seldom comes a worse; The time and fit occasion leave to her,
When bribes and presents inust be sent of course; When she most aptly can thy suit prefer.
And that's a bloody day, that costs thy purse. The time for maids to fire their lady's blood, Be staneh; yet parsimony will be vain : Is, when they find her in a merry mood;
The craving sex will still the lover drain. When all things at her wish and pleasure move: No skill can shift them off, nor art remove; Her heart is open then, and free to love.
They will be begging, when they know we love. Then mirth and wantonness to lust betray, The merchant comes upon th' appointed day, And smooth the passage to the lover's way. Who shall before thy face his wares display. Troy stood the siege, when fill'd with anxious care: To choose for her she craves thy kind advice; One merry fit concluded all the war.
Then begs again, to bargain for the price: If some fair rival vex her jealous mind, But when she has her purchase in her eye, Offer thy service to revenge in kind.
She hugs thee close, ayd kisses thee to buy,