The works of Publius Virgilius Maro translated by John Ogilby.

THE FIRST BOOK OF Virgil's GEORGICKS . THE ARGUMENT . What times are best to sow , what natures are Of differing grounds ; what industrie and care . What hurts the corne , the Plowmans severall Rules : Who musters up innumerable tooles . Who first the world with th' art of tillage blest . Summer and winter Swaines must take no rest . Plowmen must learn the stars ; which frost and snow , Fair and fowle weather , rain and winds foreshew , Clashing of Nobles , tumults , and of late Popular fury , and great Caesars fate . WHat makes rich grounds ( Mecaenas : ) in what signs 'T is best to plow , and marrie elms with vines : What care of sheep ; with Cattel what agrees : And how much skill belongs to frugall bees ; Now I shall sing . You glorious Lights , who bear In your swift motion round the sliding year : Bacchus , blest Ceres , if from you we gain For poor Chaonian acorns , golden graine ; And wine t' inrich our watery cups : and you Fauns , who to Swains your bounty still allow : Together Fauns , and virgin Dryades come ; Your gifts I sing : and Neptune , thou to whom Earth trident-struck , brought forth a generous steed : And woods protector , thou , whose snowie breed Three hundred graze on Caeas fertile grounds , Pan , the flocks guardian , leaving native bounds And Lycian groves , if Maenalus thou prize , With Pallas come , who th' Olive did devise : And thou Inventor of the crooked Plow Silvanus , bearing a soft Cypres bough . All Gods our fields protect ; and those who feed The tender grain , still cherishing our seed , And who from skies on corne , send plentious rain ; Thou Caesar , whom what seat shall entertaine In Heaven's unknown : whether thou take the care Of Realms , and Cities , or the world declare Thee Lord of fruit , to whom the seasons bow , And with thy mothers myrtle wreath thy brow ; Or rule vast waves , alone thy Deitie Sea-men adore , and farthest Thule obey : Or Thetys with the Ocean purchas'd thee : Or to slow moneths a new signe added be , Whom Libra , and Erigone may imbrace , Whilst burning Scorpio shrinks to give thee place : And doth his ampler part in heaven forsake . What ere thou 'lt be ( let not the Stygian Lake Accept thee Lord , nor have thou such desire : Although the Greeks Elyzium fields admire , Nor for her mother car d , sought Proserpine . ) Grant a free course , and aid my bold design ; Pity the Ignorance of Swaines , with me , And to b● invok'd with prayers accustom'd be . When the warme spring dissolves the mountains snowes , And the fat soyle with West-winds softer growes , Then let my steers at plow to groan begin , And by the furrow my worne Coulter shine . The greedie Husbandman likes best that mold , Hath felt two summers , and two winters cold . That mans great harvest doth his Garners burst . But ere thou break the unknown fallow , first Observe the winds , and mark heavens various face , Old custome , and the nature of the place : What every soyle will bear , and what refuse : This corne , that vines , more kindly doth produce ; Here , plants best thrive , and there rank herbage growes , Seest not how Safron Tmolus still bestowes ? India sends Ivorie , sweet Sabea Gummes : From the nak'd Chalybs , steel ; from Pontus comes The Bever stone , from Epire Mares for race ; For nature hath impos'd on every place Eternall Laws , since first Deucalion hurl'd Stones to repair the populated world ; Whence men a hard race , sprung . Therefore goe on , And thy rich soyl with the first warming sun Let thy strong Oxen turn , when Phoebus makes Long dayes , and humid clods with ardor bakes . If poor thy soyl , before Arcturus rise , To break a shallow furrow will suffice . Here lest the corn should harme from weeds receive , There , lest small moysture barren akers leave . And let thy furrow lie each year untill'd , And to grow hard with rest thy worne-out field : Or where in season thou didst barely sow , And pleasant pulse , with dangling cods didst mow , Where brittle stalks of wofull Lupins stood , Or slender Veches like a whispering wood . The field , flax , otes , and sleepy Poppie , burns , But easie is the labour made by turns . Nor a drie soyle with rich marle spare to feed , And uncleans'd ashes on poor grounds to spread . So with chang'd seed , Swains rest give to the fields , And Land left fallow no less profit yields ; From burning sterile plains oft plentie comes , And brittle stubble crackling fire consumes . Whether from this new force , and nourishment The Earth receives ; or else all venome spent By fire : and forth superfluous moysture sweat : Or many dark hid breathings lax'd by heat , By which , fresh sap the springing corne sustaines , Or more condens'd it bindes the gaping veines . Lest soaking showrs , or Sols more potent beame , Or Boreas piercing cold should wither them ; And much he helps his field , who barren mould Breaks , harrowes then ; nor Ceres doth behold That Husband-man from the high heaven in vain , And who the gleab athwhart runs ore again , Turning his plow , and crossing breaks the soyle , Making the field obedient with his toyle . Swaines pray for winters faire , and summers wet ; Winter dust , joyes the earth , and glads the wheat : Not Maesia then shall harvests boast like these , Nor Phrygian hils admire their own increase . What shall I say of those have sow'd their land ? Then straight goes on , casts heaps of barren sand , And streams to 's corne in flowing rivers turns : And when scorch'd fields with dying herbage burns , From rising ground conducts a crystall lake ; Which mongst smoth rocks doth gentle murmurs make , And bubling forth refresh the parched field . Or those lest too large ears the stalk should yield , The ranck corne , and soft stemme eat down again , When first it hides the earth ; and those who draine , With thirstie sand the plashes in their ground , Most when in doubtfull moneths the floods abound , Whence slimie mud hath cover'd all the vale , Making the ditches a hot steam exhale . But yet ( for all mens toyle and oxens paines , Skilfull in tillage ) the Strymonian Cranes , Geese , and shade harme , or bitter Succorie . Nor was Jove pleas'd tillage should easie be : And first commands with art to plough the soyle , On mortall hearts imposing care , and toyle ; Nor lets dull sloth benumb men where he reigns . Before Jove's time , no plowman tild the plaines , None mark'd out limits , or a meer set forth ; But all in common : then the liberall earth Without compulsion brought each kinde of grain , He first black Serpents arm'd with deadly bane , Commands stern Wolves to prey , the Sea to swell , From leaves shakes honey , and did fire conceal : To wine then rivers gave a stricter bound , That severall arts by labour might be found , And men in furrows seek the grain that fell , And hidden fire from veins of flint compell . Then Alder-boats first swomme , then Mariners Gave names , and told the number of the stars : The Kids , the Pleiades , and the Northern Bear . Then birds they catch with Lime , and beasts in snare , And with their dogs , the mighty woods beset . This strikes broad rivers with his casting net ; At sea his humid lines another drawes : Then force of ir'n , and blades of grating sawes ; ( For first they wedges to soft wood did use ) Then came strange arts , fierce labor all subdues . Inforc'd by bold Necessity , and Want , First , Ceres mortals taught the earth to plant : When mast , and acorns sacred groves suppli d , And Dodon's forrest nourishment denide . Then was more sweat for corne ; lest mildews spoile The grain , and thistles over-run the soyle : The crop then failes , destructive weeds appear , Briers and burs suppress the golden ear : Then hapless Darnell , and wilde-oats command , Unless with rakes thou daily break thy land : Fright birds with noyse , and cut the shadie bowes Of thy dark ground , and call for rain with vowes . Thou shalt in vaine see others store increase , When shaken okes thy hunger must appease . The hardy Plowmans tooles we next must know ; Which wanting , we can neither reap nor sow . A heavie plow of crooked oke ; a share ; And with flow wheeles th' Elusine mothers carre ; Sledges and flailes , rakes , ponderous enough , Fine osier baskets , countrey housholdstuffe , Hurdles , and last , Jaccus mystick Van ; All which , if th' art a carefull husband-man , Remember to provide , if the divne Glorie of tillage , thou intendest thine . Soone in the woods with mighty labour bow An Elme , and forme it to a crooked Plow . To this a Tceme beneath of eight foot cut ; To th' double back two ears , and Dentals put : Of lofty Beech your Plowtaile : but the yoak , Let that be from the gentle Tyle tree tooke , Which from behinde should the deep turnings guide , And oke with hanging in the chimney tride . Here many ancient rules I could declare , Unlesse thou shun'st , and scorn'st so mean a care . With a great rowler first , thy Barne flore lay , Smooth'd with the hand , confirm'd with binding clay , Lest grass spring up , or it should dustie grow , Then many mischiefs chance ; for oft below The little Mouse her store hath and abode : And the blinde Mole her bed ; in holes the toade Is found ; much vermine from the earth are borne , The Weezel plunders the great heap of corne , And the Ant fearing age and want to come . Observe when first the nut begins to bloome , Gracing the woods , bending the fragrant tree : If they exceed , such thy increase shall be , And with great heat a mighty harvest found ; But if with swelling leaves the shades abound , Then thou shalt thrash a chassie stalk in vaine , I have seene many to anoynt their grain With Nyter first , then lees of oyse to spread , That husks deceitfull should have larger seed : Then with soft fire they swell the hasten'd graine , Seed long pick'd I have seen , and culd with pain , And yet degenerate ; unless yearly we The largest choose . All things by destiny So hasten to grow worse and backward goes , As one against the stream his Vessel rowes , Who if by chance his arme a little slack , The Bote in the swift channell hurries back ; They observations from the stars should make , Mark rising Kids , and note the glittering Snake , As those who homewards through rough Pontus trade , And straights of narrow Hellespont assaid . When Libra in just ballances shall weigh Darkness with Light , and shadowes with the day , Then exercise your steers , and barely sow , Till too extream the cruell winter grow . Flax , Poppie then , cover with earth and plough Whil'st the Clouds hang , and thirsty grounds allow . Beans sow in spring ; then clave grass rich earth takes , And Millet then your annuall care awakes ; When Taurus golden horns open the year , And Syrius leaves to other stars the Sphear . But if for wheat and stronger corne thy ground Thou exercise , and but a crop propound ; First , let the Easterne Pleiades goe down , And the bright star of Ariadnes Crowne : Commit dew-seed to furrowes then , and here Trust earth with hope of the insuing year . Would'st thou thy ground should vetch , and Fessels bear , Nor shalt despise AEgyptian Lentils care ; Bootes fall no obscure signe will shew ; Begin , and sowing to mid-winter sow . Wherefore the golden Sun in equall lines The great orbe governs , through the worlds twelve signs . Five Zones the heavens infold , one still is beat With scorching beams , torrid with mighty heat : On either hand th' extreams extend their track , Bound still with cruell ice , with tempests black : Between the midst , and these , two more there are , Which seats the Gods for mortals did prepare : Through both of these a passage doth divide , Through which the signs in oblique order glide . As to Ryphaean hils the world ascends , So to the South of Lybia down it bends : To us the Pole is elevated still , But Ghosts see them beneath , and dismall hell : Here in huge bendings glides the winding Snake , And like a river doth Meanders make : Through both the Bears incireling them about , Who to be dipt in th' Oceans billows , doubt . Here , ( as they say ) either is lasting night , And gloomy shade for ever hindring light : Or else from us to them Aurora speeds Ushering the day : and when with panting steeds The Orient breathes on us ; there purple night Ascending adds , late Tapers to the light . Hence from no doubtful signs we Seasons know , What time is best to Reap , and when to Sow , And when the faithless Sea we may again Row with tuff Oares , when venture to the Main An armed Fleet , or fell the lofty Pines . Nor vain we mark , setting , and rising signs , Which in four Seasons th' equal year divide . But if cold showrs force Swaines within to bide , Much work asks haste , which gainst the weather's fair Is to be done : to whet the blunted share , And of a tree to make a hollow bark , To measure Corn , or else their Sheep to mark ; These sharpen Forks and Stakes , the tender Vine Others infold with bonds of Amarine : And some with Rubean twigs , neat baskets binde , Now dry their corn at fire , and then they grinde . Some works on Holidayes are to be done : To draw out water , no Religion Nor Law forbids us ; nor to hedge our Corne , And Snares to lay for Birds , to burne the Thorne , To wash the bleating Flocks in curing Floods . The driver of the slow Ass , often loads His back with Oyl , or Fruit , returning fetch From Town a Handmill , or black mass of Pitch . The Moone grants severall dayes should be imploy'd Luckie for severall works : the fift , avoide : Hell , and the Furies then were borne ; and Earth Gave mighty Typhon , and the Gyants birth Which covenanting Brethren thrice assay To pull down Heaven , Pelion on Ossa lay ; On Ossa green Olympus to have thrown ; Thrice Jove with thunder cast those mountaines down . The seventeenth day is best to plant the Vine , Oxen to break , threads to the Web to joyn : The ninth is best for flight , and Bad for theeves . Cold night to many works perfection gives ; Or at Sun rise , when fall the early dewes : Night , to mow Stubble , or dry Meadows , choose : For suppling moysture wants not in the night . Some by late fires will watch , and Winter light , Sharpning a stake , mean while his task , though long His dear wife shortens with a pleasing Song ; Running her sounding Shuttle through her Frame . Or she decots sweet Must with gentle flame ; And scums with leaves froth from the boyling Pot. But blushing Ceres best at noon is cut ; Amidst the heate , the dry corn thrashes best ; Plow and sow , naked , Winter is for rest : Then Husbandmen injoy what they did gaine , And with glad seasts each other entertaine : The Geniall time invites , and frees from care . As wealthy ships , when mor'd within the Bar , The Saylors on the Sterns fresh Garlands set . But you may Mast , and Laurell berries get . With Oyl and bleeding Myrtle then , and snare Cranes by the feet , and nets for Bucks prepare , Cours timerous Hares , shoot fallow Dear , or swing With hempen whip , the Balearian sling , When Snow lies deep , when Ice the river bars . What shall I say of the Autumnall Stars , When lesser heate gives day a swifter wing ; Which must be watch'd ; so must the floury Spring . Oft I have seen , when corne from golden lands Ready to house , just when the strawie bands Should binde the sheaves ; in war the windes contend , And from the roote the yellow harvest rend , The tempest with so black a whirlwinde flew , And the light straw , and flying stubble blue . Oft from the skie a mighty deluge powres , And black storms muster with condensed showrs , Clouds from sea gather , the arch'd skies resound , And Oxens labour the rich corn is drown d. Then dikes are fill'd , and swelling waters raise Loud murmurs , and , seas rore in stormie baies . Then in the hideous night , Jupiter takes In 's hand bright lightning , which discharging , shakes The mighty earth ; beasts fly , and mortall hearts Base fear dejects . He , with his blazing darts Down Athes , Rhodope , or Ceraunia throws : South windes arise , blacker the tempest grows ; Now woods complain with winde , and now the shore . This fearing know heaven stars , and signes , before : Where Melancholy Saturn doth retire , And through what Orbe wanders Cylenian fire . But first the gods adore ; to Ceres yeeld Rites yearly , working in the gladsome field , When the soft Spring rough Winter shall succeed Then wine grows mellow and Lambs begin to feed , Then sleep is pleasant , shades spread mountaines ore . Let all the jocund Swaines Ceres adore , Nor one presume sickles to thrust in corne , Till Oken wreathes , for her , his brows adorne , Dance Country Measures , and like Verses sing . What most sure signs may to our knowledg bring Drowth , rain , and winde , which ushers in the cold , Jove hath decreed ; what new Moons should unfold . When South windes rest , what Swaines so oft perceive When neerer to their stalls their herds they leave . Then straight with rising gusts the Ocean swells , And a loud Fragor heard in lofty hills : Or afar off shores sound with raging seas , And mighty murmurs in the woods increase . From tallest ships then bellows scarce refrain , When Cormorants with clamour from the maine Fly to the shore , and when the Sea-foul sports On the dry Strand , and from the Fen resorts ; And mounting bove the lofty clouds the Herne . Oft before windes thou shalt the stars discern , Shoot swiftly through the skie , and in the night To leave behinde a traine of blazing light , And often chaff to fly , and falling leaves With floting feathers , sport on bounding waves . But when it thunders from the cruel North , And when the East and Western winds draw forth : All dikes are fill'd , the Sailor at th' Alarms Strikes his wet sail , no storm the wise man harms ? From which the soaring Crane to Valleys flies ; Or else the Cow viewing the open skies , At her wide nostrils the perception takes . Or chattering Swallows fly about the Lakes ; Or in the mud Frogs sing their old complaint . Oft through straight paths to secret roofs the Ant Conveies her Eggs ; deep drinks the mighty bow : And from their foode in a great flight , the Crow Makes his retreat , and sounds his fanning wings . Various Sea-foul , with those haunt pleasant Springs , And Asian Medows of Cayster use , Busie , their shoulders bathe , with sprinkling dews . Now under water thou mayst see them dive , And in their sportfull washing vainly strive ; The wicked Crow , aloud then rain demands , And all alone stalks proudly on drie sands . Nor at Nocturnall wheeles the Maidens be Of stormes nnskilfull when they shining see The oyle to sparkle in the shining Lamp , And the hard snuff to make the light grow damp . Nor less may'st thou from storms fair weather learn , And long before by surest signes discerne : For then no star an obtuse beame displays , Nor is the Moon estrang'd from Phoebus rayes , Nor fine wool fleeces driven through the skie ; Nor to warme Sun 's ashore with spread wings lie Halcyon's belov'd of Thetis : nor loose straw , Foule Swine remenber in their mouthes to draw . But Clouds sink lower , and to Vales retreat : And from high roofes observing Phoebus set , The Owle in vaine , late notes doth exercise . Nisus appears , high in the Chrystall skies , And Scylla punisheth for the purple haire . Where ere she flying cuts the yielding aire , Nisus behold ! her sterne foe through the skies , Sounding , persues : where through the Heaven he flies , On swift wings shuning through the Clouds she bends , Then oft the Crow her watery throat extends . Redoubling notes oft in their towrie nest : ( With what unwonted joy I have not guest ) Sport 'mongst the leaves , the storme past , glad to see Their ancient buildings , and fair Progenie . Nor think I Heaven on them such Knowledge states , Nor that their Prudence is above the Fates . But when a tempest , and the fleeting rack Hath chang'd their course , and the moyst aire grows black With Southern windes , which thicken in the skies Thin vapours , and the grosser , rarifies ; Their thoughts are chang d , the motions of their minde Inconstant are , like Clouds before the winde : Hence t is that birds chaunt forth melodious notes , The beasts are glad , and Crowes stretch joyfull throtes . If the swift Sun whose horses never swerve , And Moons in order following thou observe : Th' insuing day shall never thee deceive , Nor nights fair promises of hope bereave . When first the Moon renewing flame adorns ; If a grosse aire , obscure her blunted horns , Great showres , for sea , and Husbandmen prepare : But if her face a Virgine blush declare , It shall be winde 'gainst winde she blusheth still . If the fourth day her Orbe with silver fill , ( For that by long experience hath been tride ) Nor with blunt horns through Chrystall Heaven shall glide : That day , and all that follow , you shall finde To the moneths end , free , both from raine and winde . To Milecert , Glaucus , Panapaea now Sailors preserv'd , from danger , pay their vow . Also true signes the Sun at rising shewes , And when he doth in Thetis lap repose , For the most certain on the Sun attend : Both in the morne , and when the stars ascend . When rising he with many spots growes pale . Drown'd in a Cloud , and half his Orbe doth vaile : Then storms expect , then Southwinds rise from sea , To trees , and corne , and Cattell , enemie . Or when amongst thick Clouds before the day Many refracted beams themselves dlsplay ; Or when forsaking Tythons saffron bed , Much paleness hath Auroras cheek ore-spread . Ah! then but ill , the vines defend their grapes , Such horrid haile on house tops ratling leaps . This to remember it will profit thee : When he high Heaven forsakes , ( for oft we see Strange colours wandring in his visage , joyn'd ) The duskie threatens rain , the fiery winde . But if the spots red slashes shall unfold , All vext with raine , and winde thou shalt behold . That night shall none perswade me to the sea , Nor yet advise , that I my anchor weigh . But when he gives , or takes the day again , His Orbe be clear , thou fear'st a showre in vain . Then thou mayst see soft gales to move the woods ; What Vesper next , ( whence winds drive empty clouds ) What Auster plots , the Sun doth signifie , And who so bold to give the Sun the lye . Clandestine tumults , he doth oft foreshew , And open war , from secret plots to grow : He pitying Rome at Caesars funerals spread A mourning vaile , ore his illustrious head . The impious age then fear'd eternall night , Though in that time Earth and vast Amphytrite , Fierce Dogs , and cruell foule strange signs did yield ; We , smoking AEtna i th' Cyclopian field Oft saw to rage , and from broke tunnels came Huge liquid stones , and mighty globes of flame . Germany heard from heaven a sound of armes , And the Alps trembled at unus'd alarms : A mighty voyce in silent groves was heard , And gastly spirits , wonderous pale , appear'd Before t was night : and beasts ( o wondrous ) spake ; Swift rivers stand , and yauning earth did quake : Brasse in the Temples sweat : sad Ivorie weeps , High woods , Eridanus , King of rivers , sweeps ; And on the plaines with hostile billows falls , Bearing with him the cattell and their stalls . Nor then sad entrails threatnings ceast to shew , Nor through the channels putrid blood to flow ; And then the populous Cities did resound With howling wolves , which walk'd their nightly round , Nor from cleer skies ever more lightning came , Nor such dire Comets oftener seen to flame . Again , Phillipi , Roman Squadrons saw With equall arms , for dreadfull battell draw . Twice with our blood the Gods did not disdain To inrich Aemus , and th' Aemathian pliane . Time comes , by Swians , when turning up their ground Eaten with rust , large Javelins shall be found : Or boysterous rakes , from emptie helms strike fire , And shall huge bones dig'd from their tombs admire . Great Vesta , Romulus , and our native Gods , Who lofty Rome preserve , and Tuscan floods . Ah for the Prince , at length your selves ingage , That he again repair this ruin'd Age. Long since enough we with our bloods did pay For sacrelegious perjuries of Troy . Caesar , long since Heavens court envi'de us thee , Griev'd thou shouldst pleas'd with mortall triumphs be . Wrong was turn'd right , and war through all the world , So many shapes of wickedness had hurl'd . To the scorn'd Plow , no man doth honour yield , Swains prest to arms , waste lies th' uncultur'd field : And crooked Sythes to swords transformed are . Euphrates here , there Germany makes war : The neighbouring Towns in Civill arms ingage , And impious Mars through all the world doth rage . As when the Chariots starting from the bar Straight through the listed Champaine hurried are : The Charioteer is borne away , in vaine Checking their speed ; who now contemn the reine .

THE SECOND BOOK OF Virgil's GEORGICKS . THE ARGUMENT . How trees by nature grow , some from the root , Some from the seed , some of themselves do sprout , As many wayes of Art experience grants . The Gardner graffs , inoculates , transplants , What fruitfull trees in severall Countries are ; But none with happie Italie compare . How to discerne the goodness of each ground , Where choicest Olives and best Vines are found , What safty in the harmless Countrey lies : What dangers from rebellious Cities rise . THus much of tillage , and the Planets sway , I 'le thee now Bacchus , and wilde plants display , And the slow Olives race ; father , draw neer , ( All things are full of thy great bounty here ) Thou pregnant fields deck'st with Autumnall vine , Till foming presses overflow with wine ; O Father come , and lay thy buskins by With me in Must then staine thy naked thigh . Trees in their growth of different natures are , Some spring themselves , unforc'd by humane care , As in the fields where winding rivers flow , The gentle Broom , Poplar , and Sallow grow , And Willowes with fresh branches flourishing . Some from their seed being set , as Chestnuts spring , And Joves great Aesculus which all groves excel'd , And Okes which Grecians still oraculous held . In mighty Groves some spring from their own root , So Cheries , Elms , Parnassian Laurell , shoot : Which small in great shade of their mother rise . These waies first nature gave : by these all trees In Orchards , woods , and sacred Forrests grow : Others there are , which use and custome shew . Here , from the tender Parent , this man gets The sprouting twigs , and in a furrow sets . There in the earth , another covers stocks Of ancient trees , pales , posts , and cloven blocks ; Some trees require their boughes be set archwise , And make their own soile , living nurseries . Some need no root , nor doth the Gardner doubt , That sprigs set in the ground shall timely sprout . And wondrous to be told , the Olive root From a drie stick , cut at the end will shoote . And oft without impairing , we may see The boughes of one , chang'd to another tree , And Pears from grafted Apples for to spread , And stonie Cornell , with ripe plums wax red . Therefore O Husbandmen , the best means trie T' improve wilde fruit , lest waste your Orchards lye . To plant the vine in Ismare we are glad , And that Taburnus verdant Olives clad . Help , O Mecaenass and this work review , My glory and my chief fame , springs from you ; Swell thou my saile , now venturing to the main , Nor all things would I in my verse containe ; Had I hundred mouthes , a hundred tongues , A voyce of steele ; help me to coast along ; The taske is easie ; nor I 'le thee detaine With dull descriptions , nor fables vaine . Those trees which of themselves are fostered , Unfruitfull be , but strong , and fair they spread : Because they draw their nature from the soyle ; But these , if any sow , or shall with toyle Transplant , and then in cultur'd orchards set ; Their wilder disposition they forget : With often pruning then not slowly will Answerthy labour , and obey thy skill ; So those which spring sroom roots like profit yield , If you transplant them to the open field , These , boughs before aad parent-branches shade , Which stops their growth , and makes the bodie fade . Plants which from seed arise of slow growth are , And shades for our posterity prepare ; Apples grow wilde , and loose their former taste , And Vines harsh clusters bear for birds to waste , All labour aske , and covering in rich soyle ; And must be conquer'd , with much art and toyle . Th' Olive from trunks , vines prosper best from stocks , And Paphian Myrtle springs from solid okes ; Tall Ash , and Hazel , best from Sciens takes , And Poplar which Herculean Garlands makes : So Joves Chaonian oke , and high Palms grow , And Fir which must the Sailors fortune know , Arbuts from Nuts , the sterile Plane tree bears Best Apples , Chestnuts , Beech ; blossoms of Pears . The wilde Ash silvers with a snowie flower , And under Elms rough Swine the mast devoure . T' inoculate , and graffe , are severall arts : For where the bud shoots from the tender parts , And breaks the geutle Filme , just , where they binde ; They make an orifice in the knottie rinde ; Imprisoning there , the sprig of th' other tree ; And with moyst bark they teach them to agree . Or else the knotless trunk they cut again , And with a wedge deep wound the solid grain . After the slip so valued , there inclose , Nor longs the time , when sprouts with fruitfull boughes A mighty tree to heaven , at leaves unknown Admiring , and strange Apples not her own . Nor of one kinde strong Elins , and Sallowes be , The Lotus , nor th' Id●an Cypres tree ; Nor in one manner the rich Olive comes , Orchites , and Radies , and sour Pausian plums , Alciuous apples , nor such branches bear Wardens , Crustumians , and the Syrian pear ; Nor the same Vintages our clusters grant , Which Lesbos hath , from the Methymnean plant , Thasians there are , and silver Mareots , these Fat grounds affect , and those the lighter please ; And Pscithian grapes best dride ; Legeos strong , Which soon will trie your feet , and tie your tongue ; Purple , and early grapes there are . What verse You Rhetick Vineyards shall your praise rehearse ? But yet contend not with Falernian vine , There are Aminian grapes , a most sound wine ; Tmolus to this , and King Phanaeus give , And less Argitis homage ; none will strive With this to fill the Press , with cheering juice , Nor last so many years , and fit for use : Nor Rhodian gracing Feasts , and rites , shall scape , Nor the Bumaste , that so swelling grape ; Their names , and kinds innumerable are , Nor for their catologue we need not care , Which who would know , as soone may count the sands , The westerne winds , raise on the Lybian strands , Or when East-windes at sea more violent rore , Reckon Aeonian waves , which rowle to shore . All grounds not all things bear ; the Alder tree Growes in thick Fens , with Sallows brooks agree , Ash craggie Mountains , shores sweet Myrtle fils , And lastly Bacchus loves the sunnie hils : The Yew best prospers in the North , and cold . The conquer'd worlds remotest Swains behold , Where Arabs painted Gelonie are found ; Each Land shewes severall plants ; the Indian ground Bears Ebonie , Sabea , Frankincense . What shall I say to thee sweet wood ? from whence Balsame destills , and beries ever green Of bright Acanthus ? How shall I begin Of trees in Aethiopia , white with woll ? Where from the leaves the Natives fleeces cull : Or of those groves in utmost India bred , Neer the worlds border , whose aspiring head , No arrow could by Archers skill surmount ; And yet good Bowmen we those men account . Media brings wholsome apples of harsh juice , Gainst step-dames poyson nothing more in use : When banefull hearbs they mix with deadly charmes , This helps , and vitall spirits 'gainst venome arms . This mighty tree , Laurell resembles well , But that it casts abroad another smell ; No windes offend the leaves , the flowers indure : With this , their tainted breaths the Medians cure , And it to old mens Tysicks medcine yields . But Median groves , nor all those plentious fields , Nor India , Ganges Hermes full of gold , May strive with Italie , nor Bactrians bold , Nor great Panchaia , rich with Frankincense . This place no Buls whose nostrils fire dispense Have til'd , to set the teeth of Dragons there , Nor did it crops of Spears , and Helmets bear . But lushious fruit , and rich wine fill the Press , And Olive plants , and joyfull herds possess . Here warlick Steeds trot proudly through the fields , This snowie flocks , and Buls prime offerings yields ; Which bath'd Clitumnus in thy sacred floods , Romes tryumphs draw , to Temples of the Gods . A lasting Spring , and summer all the year ; Our flocks twice teeme , our plants twice apples bear , This no fierce Tygers , nor sterne Lyons breeds , Nor Symplers here deceiv'd with poysonous weeds . Nor scalie Dragon quarters in this soyle , Wreathing himself to a prodigeous pile . To these so many famous Cities adde , works of great care , with art , cost , labor , made ; So many seats cut from the quarries side , Vnder whose ancient wals sweet rivers glide . What shall I say of both those Seas which lave Our Coasts ? or of those many Lakes we have ? Or speak of thee great Laris , and thy waves Benacus , which so like the Ocean raves ? Or Ports , or Lucrine Sluces shall I sing ? Whose raging floods with mighty murmur ring . Where Julian streams thunder in troubled seas , And Tyrrhen waters fill th' Avernian bayes . Here we have silver rivers , brazen Mines , And with much gold this happy Country shines ; Here a bold race , the valiant Marsians are , Stout Sabels . and Ligurii us'd to war ; The long spear'd Volscii , Decii , Marii , hence , And the Camilli draw their old descents . This the bold Scipios and thee Caesar bore ; Who Conqueror now in utmost Asias shore , Driv'st from the Roman Towers , th' unwarlick Bands Of India . Haile great Saturnian Lands , Parent of fruit , and men of noble parts : To undertake thy ancient fame , and Arts , Boldly I 'le open now , the sacred Spring , And through Rome's seats , Ascraean verses sing , Now severall kinds of ground we must declare , Their colour , strength , and what they willing bear ; And first your harder soyle , and barren hils , Where stone and thin clay , mix'd in shrubbie fields , Fresh Groves of living Olives , these rejoyce ; And by wilde Olives of that Land make choice : And where soure Beries through the Country spread . But a rich ground , with pleasant moysture fed , Where store of grass , and verdant champains be , Such as in wanton vales we use to see ; Where Rivers from the lofty Rock descend , With fruitfull mud , and to the Southward bend , Nourishing Ferne , which so much hurts the Plow : Here , for thee Bacchus strongest wine shall grow To swell the Press ; this the rich Grape shall bear , Such as in Gold for offerings we prepare ; When the swolne Tuskans on their Cornets play , And we on Altars smoking entrals lay . But if thou herds , and Steers delight to keep ; Or Goats that burne the corne , or fleecy sheep ; Seek pleasant Groves , and rich Tarentum's Coast , And plaines which wofull Mantua hath lost . Where silver Swans neer flourie Rivers plant , Where Crystall Springs , nor grass the Cattel want . How much thy herds eat in the longest day , So much cold dews in the short night repay . Black grounds which under heavie Plowes are rich , A brittle soyle ( for tillage makes it such ) Is best for corne ; upon no ground appears More Carrs returning home with wearie Steers ; Or where the angrie Swaine cuts down a wood , And fruitless Groves which many years had stood , And by the roots , Birds ancient seats o rethrew , Who to the skies their nests forsaken , flew . But a rough Champaine soone improves with toyle ; For hungrie grounds , and a rough stonie soyle , Scarce bees with Cassia , and sweet dew supplie . In whose dark hollow Rocks , foul Serpents lie : No Land they say with better choice is stor'd Of food for Snakes nor better nests afford . That Earth exhales thin Clouds , and flying mists ; And moysture drinks , repaying when it lists ; Which alwayes her own verdant Liverie wears , Nor hurts with coomings , and foule rust the shares , Where Elms with joyfull vine are interwove , Where Olives grow ; that soyle you may approve , Both for your Cattell , and the heavie Plow . For they such plaines nee'r wealthie Capua sow : And those which border nigh Vesuvius heights ; And Clanius who , oft poor Acerra frights . I 'le teach thee now moulds differing to discerne ; That what 's too thick , or looser thou mayst learn . Since one , corne best affects , the other Vines ; To Ceres ●●●ick , to Bacchus thin inclines . First with great diligence let a place be found ; There let a pit be made , deep in the ground ; This done , cast in the thrown-out mould again , And with thy feet tread the whole surface plaine . If there want Earth , t is loose ; that most inclines Cattell to feed , and cherish prospering Vines . But if t' its bounds , 't will not be brought again , And the pit fil'd , some earth shall yet remain , That soyle is thick : plough with thy sturdy yoak , There the hard glebe , let that tough soyle be broke . Land that is salt , and which we bitter finde , Is bad for fruit , to tillage not inclin'd ; All plants shall here degenerate , and the vine Looseth the name , and this shall be the signe . From smokie roofes , an Osier basket take , And such a strainer as for wine they make : There Earth with streams drawn from a Crystall Spout Commix ; and all the water will run out , And in great drops shall through the strainer flow , But soon the taste will clear distinction shew ; And straight thou may'st with bitterness espie , The tasters mouth displeas'd , be drawn awrie . And lastly we thus rich soyle understand , It will not moulder kneading in your hand ; But to your fingers it will cling like pitch . Moyst ground hath weeds , and that which is too rich . Ah! Let not mine too fertile prove , nor bear Upon a heavie stalke a ponderous ear . Mould that is sad , that , silently by weight It self betrayes ; and so we finde what 's light . Black , and all colours , straight our eyes discerne . But cursed cold , is wonderous hard to learn . Yet sometimes pitchy Firr , and fatall Yew , Or winding Ivie will sad tokens shew . This known with care , thy earth plough long before , And raise the ridges of thy Furrows more : And let thy turn'd up Gleab sterne Boreas face , Before thou set the vines rejoycing race . Brittle is best , which winde and frost indure ; And rustick Swaines with turning oft manure . But those men who no care , or labour flie , Choose places fit both for a Nursery , And where they may transplanted after grow : Lest they their mother suddain chang'd not know . Also Heavens quarters on they bark the score , That they may coast it , as it was before : Which Southern heat sustains , which viewd the Pole , Such strength hath custome in each tender soule . First know , if hils or dales best please the grape , Wouldst thou the plenty of rich vineyards reap . Sow the vale thick , then will thy press abound ; But if it hillie be , and rising ground , Set thin thy ranks , nor less in every tract , Range ordered vines the walks drawn out exact . As when a mighty battel 's to be fought ; Up to the front the ordered files are brought , Troups hide the fields ; and ready for alarms , All the vast Champain shines , with glittering arms ; Before in horrid fight the battell joynes , And doutbfull Mars , to neither part inclines . So let thy ranks in even number grow . Not that vain fancie should be fed with shew ; But else th' earth grants not equall nourishment ; Nor can their branches have their full extent . Perhaps how deep to furrow thou would'st know . In shallow trenches I my vines dare sow . But the huge Aesculus , that mighty tree Must in earths bosome deeply fixed be : How much to Heaven her spreading branches shoot , So much towards hell extend her fixed root . Therefore not her , showrs with huge tempests mix'd , Nor cruell winter harms , but remains fix'd , And many years and ages she indures , Of short-liv'd man ; whom her own strength secures . Tall branches guard her , and huge bowes displaid Protect her round with her own mighty shade . Nor make thy vineyard where the Sun declines ; Nor plant rough hazels mongst the tender vines , Nor pull the lofty branches , nor impaire The sprouting bows ; for great must be thy care : Nor rustie pruners harme , the hopefull seed , Nor let wilde Olives in thy vineyard breed . Mongst careless Swains oft happens fire : which first Under the sappie rinde is closely nurst : Then by degrees to the high branches flies And spreading sends loud fragor to the skies : A victor straight from bough to bough aspires ; And the Crown seis'd , involveth all with fires . To Heaven black clouds and pitchy mists are sent , And dismall vapours scale the firmament . But more if from the North atempest rise ; And in the groves winde makes the flame increase . This happens , then their stocks decatd , no more Sprout fresh again , nor flourish as before : Nor from the earth like nourishment receives : But curst wilde Olives grow , with bitter leaves . Let none how ever skilfull , thee advise To turne hard grounds , when Northern winds arise . Winter binds earth with frost , nor grants the seed To take firme root , nor tender plants to feed . Then set thy vines , when the white bird appears In blushing spring , which the long Serpent fears : Or in first Autums cold , before the sun Hath cool'd his steeds in winter , summer don . Spring cloaths the woods with leaves , and groves attires , Earth swels with spring , and genitall seed requires . In fruitfull showrs th' Almighty from above Descends i th' lap , of his delighted love : And great , he with the mighty body joyn'd , Both propagates , and fosters every kinde . Harmonious birds then sing in every grove , And cattell taste the sweet delights of love . Earth blest , now teems : soft winds dissolve the Meads , With cheering warmth through all sweet moysture spreads . To the new sun , the tender herbage dare Open their leaves , nor vines rough Auster fear : Nor thundering Boreas ushering dreadfull showrs ; But all things bud with blossome , leaf and flowers . Sure I believe , when first the world was made , So shone the day ; and such bright conduct had . That was the Spring ; the Spring made all things fair , And blustering Eurus did cold tempests spare . Then cattell breed : in unplow'd fields began First to appear , that iron race of man : Wilde beasts possest the wood , and Heaven the stars . Nor tender creatures could indure such cares ; If not those breathings were twixt heat , and cold , And Heavens indulgence did the earth uphold . What ever plant thou in the earth dost set , First dung it well , and deeply cover it . Let shels , and limestones guard it with a paile : That streams may glide betwixt , and may exhale A gentle vapour , that may cheer the plant . Some stones , and potshcards use to lay upon 't : Which a defence gainst rising tempests yield , And when hot Syrius chops the parched field . Thy plants being set , next often draw the mold About the roots ; to break the clods be bold : And with a thwarting Plow turn cross thy ground : And let thy labouring steers thy vines surround . Then take smooth reeds , and wands , and sticks prepare , With ashen poles , and stakes that pointed are . Supported thus , the winds they will contemn , And boldly climbe the high Elms tallest stemme . But whil'st in tender Infancy they are , Sprouting new leaves , the gentle offspring spare : Nor when the verdant branches do arise , And with loose reins are posting to the skies : Use not thy sharper knife , but gently pull Th' ambitious bowes , and haughty branches cull . But when grown strong th' imbrace the blms high top , Then shave their locks , and dangling tresses crop : Before they fear'd the knife ; more rigorous now Use thy commands , upon the stubborn bough . And from all cattell strongly them immare , Whil'st the soft bows disturbance not indure . T' whom Cowes , and Goats , and Sheep more harme have done , Then freezing winter , and the scorching Sun : Cold not so much , nor white congealing frosts , Nor vexing beams , which beat on sandie coasts , As cattell harme , when with a venom'd tooth They wound the branches , in their tender youth . Only for this crime we on Altars pay , Bacchus a Goat , and act the ancient play . Then from great villages Athenians hast And where the high-wayes meet the prise is plac'd . They to soft meads , heighten'd with wine , advance : And joyfully mongst oyled bottels dance . Th' Asonian race , and those from Troy did spring , Dissolv'd with laughter rustick verses sing : In Visards of rough bark conceal their face , And with glad numbers thee great Bacchus grace : Hanging soft pictures on thy lofty pine . Then vineyards swell , pregnant with cheering wine , The shadie Groves , and the deep vales oreflow , Where e're the God shews his illustrious brow . To Bacchus then , let us due praises sing In ancient verse ; wafers , and Javelins bring . A sacred Goat to th' Altars draw by th' horne ; On Hazell spits then the fat entrails turn . But other toyles in dressing vines are found , And nere enough : three or foure times thy ground Turn yearly , and with forks reverst , the clods Constantly break : and cleanse from leaves the woods . Labour returns in circle to the Swaine , And years revolve in their own steps again . But when thy vineyard her last leaves removes , And cold North-winds dispoyle the glorious Groves ; Then the industrious Husbandman takes care T' extend his labour-to th' insuing year ; To lop the vine which hitherto escapes , And with old Saturns hook , he pruning shapes . First dig thy ground , and shreads and refuse burne , And under roofs the poles , and stakes return . Gather your vintage last ; vines twice have shade , And twice the corne thick briers , and weeds invade . Both toyles are painfull : a large Farme commend : A little , till . Thorns that to woods extend , And reeds , which clog the banks , to cut prepare : And on wilde Sallow take especiall care . The vines are bound , pruners no more they want , And round the empty walls the Gardners chant . Yet still must labour be , and toyle in dust , And grapes being ripe , a tempest they mistrust . On th' other side ; Olives you may neglect , They need no care , nor crooked Sythes expect , Nor the tenacious Rake : once set , they rise Shooting luxurious branches to the skies . Those grounds supply , turn'd with the crooked Plow Moysture enough , and large increase allow . Th' Embleme of Peace , thus the rich Olive growes . So Apples when they feel extending boughes , And growing strength , suddaine the stars invade , By their own vertue , scorning humane aid . Nor less with fruit are laden every bush . And wilder Forrests with red beries blush , There shrubs are cut , and Firr in tall woods breed Nocturnall fires , and Torches thence proceed . And shall men doubt to plant and carefull be ? Why urge I these ? Broome and the Sallow tree . Or feed the sheep , or else the shepherd shade Yield honey , or for corne are hedges made . What pleasure is t to view Cytorus , rich With waving Box , and groves of Marick pitch . How am I pleas'd to see those fields that are , Glorious undrest , nor us'd to humane care ! Those barren trees high Caucasus do crown , Which storms oft tears , and often tumble down , Are of great use : There Pines for Masts are feld , And Cypres , and tall Cedars towres to build : Here coverings for their Cars , and spoaks for wheels , Husbandmen get , and ships finde crooked keeles . Sallowes have boughes , the tall Elms leavie are , Myrtle for Spears , and Cornell fit for war , And Yewes are bent into Ityrian bowes : Smooth Tile and Box the skilfull Turner knowes How to compleat , and with his tooles to trimme , And down the Poe in rough streams Alders swimme . In rugged bark the bees conceal their stocks , And hoard in hollow wombs of ancient okes . Can Bacchus blessing like to these dispense ? 'T was Bacchus first proud quarrels did commence . He in cold death did those hot Centaurs tame , Hylaeus , Rhetus , Polus , overcame : As threatning Lapiths he a Goblet threw . Oh happie Swaines if their own good they knew , To whom just Earth remote from cruel wars From her full breasts soft nourishment prepares : Although from high roofes through proud Arches come No floods of Clients early from each roome ; Nor Marble pillars seek which bright shels grace , Gold-woven vestments , nor Chorinthian brasse ; Nor white wool stain'd in the Assyrian juice , Nor simple oyle corrupt with Cassias use : But rest secure , a fraudless life in peace , Variously rich in their large Farmes at ease ; Tempe's coole shades , dark Caves , and purling streams , Lowings of Cattell , under trees soft dreams , Nor lack they woods , and dens , where wilde beasts haunt , Youth in toyle patient . and inur'd to want . Their Gods and parents sacred ; Justice tooke , Through those her last steps when she Earth forsook . Let the sweet Muses most of me approve , Whose Priest I am , struck with almighty Love . They shall to me Heavens starrie tracts make known ; And strange Eclipses of the Sun and Moon . Thence Earthquakes are , why the swolne Ocean beats Over his banks , and then again retreats : Why Winter Suns hast so to touch the maine , And what delayes the tardie night restraine . But if these gifts of Nature I not finde , And a cold blood beleaguereth my minde . Then I 'le delight in vales , nere pleasant floods , And unrenown'd , haunt rivers , hils , and woods ; Thy banks sweet Sperchius , and Taygeta , where The Grecian virgins stately feasts prepare . How shall I be to Haemus vale convaid , And crown my temples with a mighty shade ? Happie is he that hidden causes knowes , And bold all shapes of danger dares oppose : Trampling beneath his feet the cruell Fates , Whom Death , nor swallowing Acheron amates . And he is blest who knowes our Countrey Gods ; Pan , old Sylvanus , and the Nymphs aboads : He fears not Scepters , nor aspiring States , Nor treacherous brethren stirring up debates : Nor Dacians Covenant , at Isters streams : Nor Romes affaires , and nigh destroyed Realms , Or poor men pities , or the rich envies . What nourishment the bounteous field supplies , What trees allow , he takes : nor ever saw Mad Parliaments , Acts of Commons , nor sword-Law ; Some vex the Sea , and some to war resorts , Attend on Kings , and waite in Princes Courts . This would his Countrey , and his God betray To drink in Jems , and on proud scarlet lye . This hides his wealth , and broods on hidden gold , This loves to plead , and that to be extold Through all the seats of Commons , and the sires . To bathe in 's brothers blood this man desires . Some banish'd , must their native seats exchange , And Countries , under other Climates range . The Husbandman turns up his fruitfull plaines ; Whence he , his children , and poore house sustains , His heards , and labouring steers : no rest is found , Either his trees with blushing fruit abound , His folds with Lambs , or else his stacks with corne : Or plenty loads his field , or cracks his barne . In winter he Sycanian Olives mils , And the fat swine , with mast and akorns fils . All sorts of fruit in plentious Autumne falls , And milder vines grow ripe on sunnie walls . Whil'st 'bout his neck his prettie Children cling , His chaste house modest : home his heifers bring Extended teats : in meads his fat Kids rest , And with their horns in wanton sport contest . He keeps the festive dayes on grass layd down , And friends about the fire the Goblets crown . Bacchus implor'd , then for his Hinds sticks fast A prize ; at which , they nimble Javelins cast ; Stripping their hardned limbs for rustick strife . Of old this was the ancient Sabins life , Rhemus , and Romulus , and Tuscans fierce : And Rome great mistresse of the Universe , Who seven proud hils then did with wals surround , Before Dictaean Jupiter was crown'd , Or Sounding Trumpers heard , or any made Ring on hard anviles the imposed blade . But we have past now through a spacious plaine , And now 's high time our smoking steeds t'unrein .

THE THIRD BOOK OF Virgil's GEORGICKS . THE ARGUMENT . How to choose Cattell , and best wayes to breed . To traine a Horse , for labour , war , or speed . The power of Love : whose fire consumes the Males , Makes Buls to fight , and Mares court Westerne gales . Of Sheep and Goats : of milk what profit's made , Of haire and wool , which drive a mighty trade . Of Dogs for hunting , or a watchfull Guard , Serpents and Flies from Beasts must be debar'd . With what diseases Cattell are annoyd , How rots and murrains have whole Realms destroyd . GReat Pales , and th' Amphrisian Swain renown'd , Lycaean streams , and woods , I 'le now resound . All things that took up idle mindes are shewn ; For who hath not cruell Eurystheus known ? And bloody altars fierce Busiris reard , Or not of Hylas , or of Delos heard ? Of swift Hypodame and Pelops fam'd For 's ivorie shoulders , who proud horses tam'd : To raise my self a way must now be found , That through all Nations I may be renown'd . First to my Countrey ( if I live ) I will Conveigh the Muses from th' Aeonian hill ; And Idumean palmes to Mantua bear : Then in green fields a Marble temple rear , Where ●●e great Mincius slowlie winding glides , And borders with a tender reed his sides . Amidst the fane , shall Caesars statue be , Who shall in purple me triumphing see , Driving a hundred Chariots to the floods , Leaving Alpheus , and Molorchian woods : All Greece shall strive with whirlbats and the race , And offering Olive leaves , my browes shall grace . How it delights to see the solemn traine , March to the Temples and the bullocks slaine ! Or as the sceane , with fronts rever'st shall shift , And painted Brittans purple hangings lift . There , I 'le in gold and ivorie draw th' alarmes Of India , and conquering Caesars armes ; And huge Nile swelling both with waves , and war . On brazen beams I 'le navall trophies rear . Next conquer'd Asia and Niphates show , And Parthians flying , bold to use their bow . In Parian Marble , and respiring brass , Shall stand the statues of the Dardan race ; And all their titles , who from high Jove came ; Old Tros , and Phoebus , who did Ilium frame . Let cursed Envie at the Furies shake , And tremble at the dreadfull Stygian Lake , And at Ixions twisted Serpents grone , His racking wheel , and never resting stone . Meane while let us seek Groves , where Sylvane Gods , Their dwellings have , and search untracted woods , Your hard commands Maecenas to persue . Our muse no lofty flight takes , wanting you . Ah quickly come , nor make delay at all , For now Cytheron with loud voyce doth call . Horse-taming Epire , and Tagetian hounds , And woods the clamor echoing resounds ; Next I shall Caesars mighty wars proclaim , And through as many years extend his fame : As hath been since bright Phoebus did adorne The world with light , till thou great Prince wert borne . Who ere Olympick games admiring steeds , Or for the Plow his sturdie bullocks , breeds , To choose well bodied femals must have care ; Of the best shape the sowr-look'd heifers are , Her head great , thick her neck and to her thigh Down from her chin , her dewlaps dangling lie . Longsided , all parts large , whom great feet bears , And under crooked horns her brisly ears . Those best I like whom spots of white adorne , Or shun the yoake , oft butting with the horne , The whole Cow faire and visag'd like the male Sweeping the ground with her long bushie taile . The fourth year past , Lucina they implore , And after ten tast joyes of love no more . Their strength to plow , or procreate then failes : Whil'st wanton youth thy herds boast , free thy males , Thy flocks whil'st they are young to Venus bring , That from the old new progenies may spring . The best dayes first from mortall wretches flye , Disease , sad age , labour , and death supply : But alwayes there are some , which rather you Would wish to change ; then still your breed renew ; Lest thou for lost things seek , begin before , And let a yearly race supply thy store . Nor choosing horse from the like precepts swerve , Those thou intend'st must their great stock preserve , They at the first thy speciall care require : For the fair issue of the generous sire , Walks proudly round about the spacious field ; Whilst his soft thighs in supple flexures yield . First dares the way , and threatning rivers , take ; And ore an unknown bridge , at full speed make ; Nor fears vain founds , one hath a lofty neck , A hand some head , short belly , and broad back : Luxuriant swellings on his valiant brest , White , sorrill , worst ; Bay , or bright grey is best . But when from far a sound of arms he hears , He knowes no stand , he shakes , and pricks his ears , And fierce to charge , fire from his nostrils flies ; And his thick maine on his right shoulder lies . His back-bone broad , he beats the earth , and proofe With thundring strokes makes off his solid hoof . Such was swift Cylarus , whom bold Pollux tam'd , Mars and Achilles Charriot horses , fam'd Mongst Grecian Poets ; Saturn chang'd , had such A flowing a maine , and at his wives approach Flying high Pelion , thunders with his neighs . But when diseases shall his body craze , And struck in years his sinews weaker are ; Keep him at home , his age not sordid spare . Aged they coldly Venus entertain , And the ingratefull work prolong in vain ; And if to joyne loves battell they ingage , Like fire in straw , they vainly spend their rage . Therefore their years and courage chiefly learn , Next , other qualities , and breed discerne . Beat , how they grieve , how joyfull when they win . When through the fields they flie , hast thou not seen How they swift Charriots hurrie to the bar ? Twixt hope and fear mens hearts distracted are ; They ply the whip , and bending give the reine , The burning axe flies thundering through the plain ; Now low they are , now up they seem to rise , And easie air dividing , scale the skies : Nor the lest breathing use , nor make delayes , But a dark cloud of duskie sand they raise , With faom , and followers breath bedew'd they are , So love they praise , of conquest so much care . First Erycthonius Chariot-horses joyn'd , And on swift wheeles triumphing dar'd the wind . Lapithes first the art of riding found , And horsemen taught t' insult ore trampled ground , Arm'd cap-a-pe , and thick proud steps to use , Both task 's alike ; and skilfull riders choose One young as well as swift , and fierce for fight . Though he hath often put the foe to flight ; And Epire , or Mycene his Countrey call , Or boast from Neptune his originall . This being known , take thou especiall care , To feed them high when they must serve the Marc , Whom for the Stud a Lord they have decreed , They give sweet grass , clear streams , and strongest bread , Lest strength they want , loves task to undergoe , And their Si●es f●iling a poor offspring shew . But carefully they make the female leane ; And when known lust provokes to Venus , then They keep from food , and drive them from the streams , And often chase and tire in Phoebus beams , When with thrash'd corne the beaten barneflore's grone ; And the light chaffe by Western winds is blown . These Arts they use , lest that the field of love , By too much wanton rankness barren prove , And oylie fatness make the furrowes thin , But greedie take the seed , and keep it in . The Sires care past , now is the Dams begun , When neere their time , with rekcon'd monchts they 'ave gone , To draw a laden carr let no man force , Or to leap ditches , or in speedie course Run through the meads , or in swift floods to swimme , But feed in large groves , neer some pleasant stream , Where banks with moss , and verdant grass araid , Shelter'd with caves , and with a rockie shade . A Fly about the Groves of Silarus haunts , And high Alburnus , green with stately plants , Asylus cal'd by Romans , but the same The Greeks stile Aestron by an ancient name ; Loud-sounding , fierce , from which affrighted , flie The herds , and with loud bellowing shake the skie , And Groves , and thirstie Tangerus banks . Heavens queen This Monster sent to wreak her deadly spleen On Io then transform'd into a Cow . This ( for 't is worst when hotter it doth grow ) Beat from thy herds , and feed the pregnant Mares , When Phaebus drives , or night brings on the stars . But when they have teem'd , on th' offspring place all care , Which straight they name , and mark what breed they are , Which to increase their stock they most allow , Or sacred Altars serve , or draw the Plow , Or those thou would'st to Countrey uses frame . Instruct them young , and with much custome tame , Whil'st pliant are their joynts , and soft their minde . And first about their necks loose collors binde , Made with soft twigs , Next , when the free-borne are To service us'd , them in fit couples pair , And let them joyne their equall steps with Art , And often use to draw an empty cart ; To print a small tract in the dusty roade . Then grones the bee chen axe with ponderous load : Next a brass teeme , with mighty wheeles he drawes . Meane while th' unbroken steers , not only grasse , And fennie rushes , must with Sallow feed , But bring him corne thy self ; nor let thy breed Their snowie milk pailes , as th' old custome fill , But the full teat , give their dear offspring still . If thou in war , and cruell arms dost pride , Or neer Alphoeus streams delight'st to ride , And drive swift Chariots through the sacred Grove ; First make thy horse , arm'd men and arms to love ; Make him shrill Trumpets suffer , and to hear The groning wheeles , nor lashing whips to fear ; And at th' applauses and his masters voyce , And sounding of his clap't neck , to rejoyce . This from the mothers teat he must indure , And to soft headstals him you must inure . Whil'st weak , and trembling , sturdie age unknown : The third year spent , the fourth now drawing on , Let him begin to ride the ring , and all His Aires to learn , Curvet , and Caprioll . Let his swift thighes alternate flexures bend ; Then with the windes in nimble course contend , And with loose reins fly through the open strands , Scarce leaving any print upon the sands . As from the Northern shores when Boreas fierce Doth Scythian stormes , and aiery clouds disperse . When with loud blasts , the waving Chaimpaine crown'd With rank corne shakes , and the tall woods resound . Huge billows charge the shore with all their force , winds fly , and Sea and Land scowre in their course . This at the games of Elis swiftly flies Through the great lists , sweating to gain the prise , From 's mouth flowes bloudy some , or else allots His soft neck for the Belgick Chariots . Then let the large limb'd grow , nor feeding spare When they are broke ; before , they stubborne are ; When taken up , their haughty souls disdaine The gentlest stroke , nor will indure the reine . No art more keeps their strength then to remove Venus , and cruell shafts of blinded Love ; Whether in herds thou dost , or horses pride . Far of the bulls alone are feeding ti de Behinde a mountain , or beyond some flood , Or at full stalls , shut up with plenteous food , The female in their sights , consume their strength , Who burning , minde nor food , nor groves at length . She with her sweet inticements oft provokes Proud rivals , till their furie turne to strokes . In pleasant groves the beauteous Heifer feeds ; But they joyn battell , and in warlick deeds Gaine many wounds ; their bodies bath'd in gore , Closing their horns most dreadfully they rore . The mighty woods , and heavens vast Court resound . Nor more these warriors pasture in one ground ; Exil'd to coasts unknown , the vanquish'd goes , Moning his shame , and the proud Conqueror's blowes . That unreveng'd from him his love was tooke , And looking back his native Realm forsook . Then he improves his strength with all his care , Amongst hard rocks all night his lodgings are : There he rough leaves , and brisly Carix eats , And striving with his horns , his anger whets Against a tree ; his blowes the winde excite , Raising the sand a Prologue to the fight . Strength once regain'd , he doth to battell goe , And suddain chargeth his forgetfull foe . As when amid'st the Sea billows grow white ; Rowling from th' ocean , gather to a height , And now at Land , gainst rocks it strangely rores ; Nor less then Mountains break upon the shores , The deep waves boyle , whirl'd with a foming tide , And working casts up sand on every side . All men on earth , and beasts , both wilde and tame , Sea-monsters , gaudy fowle , rush to this flame : The same love works in all ; with love ingag'd . The Lyoness mindelesse of her whelps , inrag'd Wanders the fields , nor foule Bears oftner take So many lives , nor greater slaughter make ; Nor cruell Tygers , nor the raging Boar : Ah'tis ill wandring then , drie Lybias shore . Seest thou how horses will all over shake , When in their nostril's the known sent they take ? Nor they with curbs , nor stripes can be debar'd , Nor Rocks , nor Rivers can their course retard ; Though down they sweep whole Mountains with their waves . The Sabell Boare whetting his tusks , then raves Rubbing against a tree , and tears the ground , Hardning his shoulders gainst th' insuing wound . How was that young man took , when fierce desire In his hot blood kindled so great a fire ! For he when all the elements , did fight , Through Seas turn'd Mountains swomme in hideous night , When at him heavens Artillery thunder'd round , And broken billows gainst the Rocks resound : Nor could his wofull parents him recall , Nor she whose Fate attends his funerall . But the Mares furie above all is fam'de ; For Venus with such rage their minds inflam'de . When Glaucus Chariot Mares with furie stir'd . Did with revenging teeth devoure their Lord . Beyond high Gargarus , loud Ascanius stream , O're hils , and deepest floods , Love carries them , And straight with hidden fire their marrow burns : But most i' th Spring , when heat of blood returns . Then all to courting Zephire turne their face , And plac'd on Rocks , lascivious gales imbrace , And oft they pregnant prove without a mate , Big with the windes and ( wonderous to relate ) Then over hils and dales are carried on ; Not to thee Eurus , nor the rising Sun , To Boreas , nor whence Auster doth arise , And with black showrs in mourning cloaths the skies . Hence comes that poyson which the Shepherds call Hippomanes , and from their groine doth fall . The wofull bane oft cruell stepdames use , And with a charme mongst pow'rfull drugs infuse . But time irreparable hasts away . Whil'st we with love transported waste the day . Thus much for herds ; Next be your care to keep The shaggie Goat , and drive the fleecie sheep : From this expect your glory , rustick Swaines : Nor am I ignorant how great a paines It is low things with glorious words to praise , And slender arguments to such honour raise . But me , love of Parnassus doth invite To hils untracted , there is my delight ; Where no old path is to Castalia found . And now great Pales thee I shall resound . First in warme Coats preserve thy flocks , and feed Till fresh spring give new livories to the Mead : Let straw and litter keep their lodgings warme , Lest cruell cold , the gentle offspring harme , Breeding the scab and rot ; but Arbuts bring To wanton Goats , and water from the spring . Then free from winds against the winter sun Place thou their stalls , where Phoebus warms at noon . When cold Aquarius shall no more appear , Sprinkling chill dewes on the concluding year . And to keep Goats take thou no smaller care , Nor less shall be thy gain , then if they were In rich Milesian fleeces cloath'd , and sold , Blushing in Tyrrian purple for much gold . These still will breed , hence store of milk you get : The more the paile fomes with the drained teat , The more sweet streams from the prest udder spin . Besides they cut the beards and hoarie chin Of the Cyniphian Goats , and brisly hairs , Usefull for Camps , and wofull Mariners . But they in woods and high Lycaeus rove , Feeding on briers , and bramble beries love . Then home returne , leading their own fair strain , And scarce with full teats o're the thresh●ld gain . But carefull keep from them cold windes and snow : Because they less the want of mortals know . And bring sweet food , for them green branches cut , Nor from the hay stack all long winter-shut . But when the spring the Western winds invokes ; To Groves and Meads invite then both thy flocks . At the first dawn , in cold grounds let them feed , Whil'st day is young , and pearled is the mead . When dew to cattell deer , on soft grass lies , And the fourth houre heat musters from the skies ; And amongst shrubs the murmuring Grashopper sings ; Command thy flocks then to the Lakes or Springs : Or let them taste sweet streams in pipes conveid ; And when grown hot , to seek some cooling shade ; Or Joves great Oke , preserved long from harms By ancient rites , stretching his mighty armes . Or where dark Groves are with thick branches made Awfull , and sacred with a horrid shade . To water then , and feed again , prepare At Sun-set , when sweet Vesper cooles the air , When the bright Moon relieves the thirsty ground , Halcyans on shores , and birds on trees resound . Why should I thee of Lybian shepherds tell ? Their pastures , and how scatteringly they dwell ? Oft night and day , for a whole moneth they feed , And unhous'd Cattel through vast desarts leade . In open field the Lybian Shepherd lies , With him his stock , his house , and Deities , His arms , his Spartan Dog , and Cretan bow . So doth the armed Roman Soldier shew Loaden in 's march ; then stands in well pitch'd tents , Before the foe could have intelligence . But Scythians who Maeotick Lakes command , And stormie Ister rouling golden sand , Where Rhodope doth to the poole extend , There in close stals the Cattell they defend . The fields no grass , the trees no leaves do boast : But snowie mountains , and a horrid frost Hides all the earth , at least seven Cubits high , Still cold , North winds blowing eternally . Nor can the Sun those gloomie shades displace ; Nor when his horse mount the Meridian race , Nor when he cools them in the Western maine . There , icy setters straight swift rivers chaine . Wheeles shod with iron the strong-back'd water bears , And where ships sail'd , now safe goe laden Cars . It breaks hard brass , cloaths freez upon their backs , Aud wine once liquid , suffers now the axe : And mighty lakes transform'd to ice ; soone hard Grow drops of water on their uncomb'd beard . Meane while all heaven is dark with snow , sheep die , And under mighty drifts fair Cattell lie ; Whole herds of Deer , new Mountains there infold ; That scarse you may their lofty crests behold . Nor these with nets they snare , nor seiz with hounds ; Nor are they frighted when the arrow sounds ; But as they struggle under hils in vain , Kill with their Swords , whil'st they aloud complain , Then bear them home , triumphing with a crie . These under ground , in Caves securely lie . Whole Elms , and loads of mighty Oke are layd Upon the hearth , when the huge fire is made . They spend the night in sport ; strong Ale they quaffe , And wanting Wine carouse sharp Cervice off . People so fierce nigh Hyperborean hills Under cold stars of th Artick Region dwels ; Still beaten with the sharp Ryphaean blasts , Their body cloath'd with Sable Furs of beasts . But if thou wool esteeme , from thorns thy sheep , From burs and briers preserve : from rank grass keep . And with soft fleeces snowie flocks elect ; But him ( although the Ram be white ) reject Whose mouth is alwayes moyst , with a black tongue , Lest he should change the colours of the young . But choose another through the spacious plaine , With a white fleece ( if it may credit gain ) , Arcadian Pan , thee Luna to the grove , Calling intic'd ; nor didst thou scorne his love . Is milk thy care , then Lotus , Cythesus bring ? And in their coats store of salt herbage fling . This makes them drink which more the reat extends , And with a quicker taste the milk commends . Some from the Dams hinders the tender Kids . And with hard muzzels from the pap forbids . What they at morning milk , they press at night , What they at evening gain , when day grows light The Swains to Market bring , or sprinkled o're With salt , they keep it for their winter store . Nor of thy Dogs have thou less care ; but feed Fleet Spartan whelps , and thy Mollossian breed With store of whay ; commanding such a guard , 'Gainst thieves by night , or wolves thou art prepar'd : Nor shall the fierce Iberian thee afright . Thou the wilde timerous Asse shalt put to flight . Oft hunt the Hare and Deer with full-mouth'd hounds , And thrust forth Boars shelter'd in wood-land grounds : And from high Mountains with loud shouts beset Sometimes huge Stags , and drive them to thy net . Next learn to burn sweet Cedar in their roomes , And smoke out Serpents with Galbanian gums . For ost amongst the planks a Viper lies , Deadly to touch , and light affrighted flies . Or else a Snake in sheltring roofs doth use , Which will on Cattell cruell bane infuse Hid in the ground : take thou a stake , or stone , And as he swels , and hisseth , knock him down . But if he threaten , yet thou mayst be sure , He will by flight his Coward head secure . His armed ribs being bruis'd , and harnes'd traine , Scarce rallying up his broken rear again . In the Calabrian Groves there haunts a snake , Wreathing a haughtie Crest , and scalie back , And mingled spots on his long bellie shew . Who whil'st the rivers from the Mountains flow ; Earth with the Spring dew'd , and the showrie South , He lives in fens , glutting his greedie mouth With fish , and croaking frogs ; but when earth gapes , And Lakes are drain'd with heat , to Land he scapes : Rouling his flaming eyes ; Then far and wide Rages with thirst , with heat much terrifi'de . Then let not me under heavens Canopie Sweet slumber seize , nor on the grass to lie Neere murmuring Groves , when he hath cast his skin , And rouling shines in want on youth agen ; Leaving in 's nest his egs , or else the young , And dares at Phoebus shake his triple tongue . The signes and causes now of each disease , I 'le thee informe : foule scabs thy flock will seise When chilling showres invade lifes strongest hold ; And horrid frosts wax grim with bitter cold . Or when foule sweat sticks to them lately shorne , And with rough briers their naked bodies torne . For wiser Shepherds the whole flock will take , And deeply plunge them in some cleansing Lake : Far in to drench his fleece the Ram is thrown , Who with the gentle stream comes gliding down . Or when they 'r shorne , the lees of oyle apply , Or silver spume , commix'd with Mercuris , Idean pitch , and store of oylie tar , Scylla , Bitumen and black Hellebor . And no indeavor shall finde more successe , Then if the skilfull Swaine an orifice With a sharp Launce shall open on the head ; Corruption lives , and is by covering fed . Whil'st the idle Swaine neglects to dress the sore , And from the Gods doth better things implore . When in the Bleater's marrow aches breed , And putrid fevors on his spirits feed ; It will be good t' avert the raging paine , By opening in his foot , the beating vein . So the Bisaltians were accustomed , And the most fierce Gelonians , when they fled To Rhodope , or Getan wildes ; to quaffe , Mix'd with thick milk , the blood of horses off . If thou seest any to the coole shades draw , And sweet grass nibble , as they had no maw , Or lag behinde , or grazing to lie down , And ere they fould , to march away alone , Straight kill the guilty , ere the dire disease Infect the flock , and careless vulgar seise . Nor oftner is the floods disturb'd with winde Then sheep with rots , nor doth the sickness finde One to destroy ; but suddainly doth fall On root and branch , stock and originall . If any th' Alps and Norick Castles knowes , Plac'd on high hils , and where Tymavus flowes ; Deserted Realms , now he may see of Swains , And every where Groves , and forsaken plaines . Here , once the aire infected did beget A plague , which rag'd through the Autumnall heat : All kinde of Cattell , and of wilde beasts di'de ; The grass was tainted , rivers putrifi'de ; Nor was one way for death , but when the flame With burning thirst through feav'rous bodies came , Cold Rheums again abound ; and the disease Their feeble limbs consumed by degrees . Oft sacrifices , at the Altars plac'd With snowie wreaths , and flowry Garlands grac'd ; E're Sacrificers could dispatch , fall dead : Or if before the Priest one slaughtered , The bowels on the Altars will not burne ; Nor the Diviner answers can return . And scarce their knives with blood are sprinkled o're , And the top-sand be stain'd with watery gore . Then the fat Calf in richest pasture fals ; And his sweet life gives up at plenteous stals . Hence Dogs run mad , and sickly Boars perplex't With a short cough ; and with swolne jawes are vext . The Conquering steed , mindeless of war or food , Unhappie falls , and leaves the cooling flood , And with his feet the hard ground often beats . His ears now hang , and faint with troubled sweats Which neere their death growes cold ; their skins are drie , And to be handled roughly do comply . To burning eyes short breathings grant no rest . Sometimes they grone ; and deeply from their brest Fetch a sad sigh ; blood from their nostrils flowes , And in lank jawes their tongue now rougher grows . To drench them with a horne of wine be sure : For to them dying this the only cure . Sometimes it kils ; for thus refresh'd , they burn . ( God bless good men , on bad this errour turn ) With greater rage ; and as cold death draws neer , With cruell teeth they their own members tear . The smoking Oxe is taken at the Plow , And from his mouth blood mix't with fome doth flow , Groning his last ; whil'st the sad Plowman here Unyoaks ( mourning his brothers death . ) The steer , And mid'st his work the Plow leaves in the field . Nor shady groves , nor soft meads pleasure yield ; Nor streams which through the vales from mountains glide , And are more cleer then crystall purisi de . His sides grown lank , darknes his eyes o're spread , And to the ground falls , on his drooping head . What availes toyle or profit ? what to turne Th' unwilling gleab ? These not with rich wine burn , Nor surfets at high banquets taint their blood ; But leaves , and simple herbage are their food . They drink pure fountains , and the running streams , Nor vexing care disturbs their healthy dreams ; Then only in those Realms as fame hath taught , The Cattell were for Juno's offering sought . And unmatch'd steers her Chariot did convey To the high places where they honors pay . The Earth they dig themselves , and set the corne , Nor from the mountains with their own neck scorn To draw the groning Car. No woolf did plot By stratagem to take some wealthy coat : Nor walks nocturnall rounds about the sheep , A cruel sickness him at home did keep . And now the nimble Buck and timerous Doe , Amongst the Dogs , about the houses goe . And then the Oceans numerous race , and all Those kinds that boast from thence originall , Wash'd with the floods , as shipwrack'd bodies come To shore , and Sea-calves up fresh rivers swoom . No lurking hole the viper now availes , Nor dreadfull Serpents with erected scales . Nor safety from sweet air could birds receive , But falling , in the Clouds their spirits leave . All Arts now harme , the wise Physitions faile . Chyron , Melampus , know not what they aile , Pale Tisiphon rages , sent from Stygian shades , In open light , and fear and sickness leads ; Her greedie jawes by day rais'd high from ground . The Rivers , hils , and sandie banks resound With bleating flocks , and loud complaining steers . And carcasses in mighty heaps she rears , Whole flocks she kills ; with gore the stalls are drown'd : Till they had learn't to lay them in the ground . Their skins unusefull , water could not rense Their bowels , nor the fire their entrails cleanse , Nor shear , for the disease ; their fleeces full Of filthiness , Nor touch the tainted wooll : And those durst wear the loathsome garments , get Inflamed Carbuncles , a clamie sweat Seiseth their noysome limbs , and in few hours Th' infected bodies sacred fire devours .

THE FOVRTH BOOK OF Virgil's GEORGICKS . THE ARGUMENT . How for the Bees fit stations to contrive . Of what , and how , to build the stately hive . In setling Realms , they oft divided are ; And for their Kings contend in mighty war . Their Diet , Customs , Laws and Chastity : Their toyle and rest , they winds and rain foresee . Their stocks , their age , and Loyalty to Kings What their invention to perfection brings . What cures against Diseases to afford , And how th' whole Nation lost , may be restor'd . I 'Le to Aetheriall honey next proceed , Heavens choicest gift , this too , ( Maecenas ) reade . Wonders admir'd , to thee of lowly things , In order their whole stocks , magnanimous Kings , Wars , labours , manners , Nations I 'le recite , Slight is the theame , but not the glory slight ; If pleas'd powers grant , and cal'd Apollo heare . First , for thy bees seek a fit station , where No winds approach , ( for them each gale forbids To bring home food . Nor sheep and wanton Kids Tread down the grasse , or heifers shake the dewes Wandring the plaines ; and tender herbage bruise Thence speckled Lizards with pide shoulders drive Woodpecks , and other birds from the rich hive , And Progne who a bloodie hand did smeare . For all things these devast , in their mouthes bear The winged Bee , sweet food to cruell nests . Let Springs be neer , and Lakes green mosse invests ; And a pure river gliding through the mead , Where Palme their gates , and branching Olive shade . That when new Kings shall forth their Colonies bring , And youth drawn out sport in the wanton spring ; The neighbouring banks may them from heat invite , And willing trees with courteous boughes delight , Amidst ; whether the water stand or runs , Lay twigs a crosse , and cast in mighty stones , That they on many bridges safe may stand , And to the warming sun their wings expand . When stormy Eurus hath them tardy found , And scatter'd , or indanger'd to have drown'd . Let verdant Cassia round about them dwell ; And Betonie which gives so large a smell : And of sweet-breathing Succorie store be set , And let them drink the dewes of Violet . Whether of hollow bark thou dost contrive , Or else with limber twigs compose the hive : Make straight the gate : for cold congeales the wax , And heat by melting doth again relax : Both which extreams the Bees alike do fear . Nor they in vain those breathing cranies smear Of their low roofs with wax , indevouring still , Th' edges with balme , and pleasant flowrs to fill . And for this use a glue they gather , which Excels all bird-lime and Idaean pitch . Oft in deep Caves , ( if fame a truth report ) Low underneath , they vault their waxen Court ; And oft discover'd in a hollow Rock , Or in the bellie of an aged Oke . But thou their roomes with clay well-temper'd , seel ; And with leaves cover , that no cold they feel . About their Court let no Yewes grow , nor bake The fiery crab , nor trust too deep a Lake : Or where bad smels , or hollow Rocks resound , And angrie echoes of the voyce rebound . Next when bright Sol makes winter to retreat Behinde the Earth , and opens Heaven with heat , Straight they draw out , and wander Groves and woods , Reap purple flowres , and taste the crystall floods . By what instinct I know not , then they flie To their own Courts , and their dear progenie . Next with great Art , their waxen Cels contrive , And the elaborated honey stive . But when thou seest a troup aspiring , flie ; Drawn from their winter quarters through the skie ; And curious hast with admiration spide A sable Cloud through crystall Sphears to glide ; Then to sweet springs , and pleasant shades they goe , Here oderous flowres , and beaten Milfoyle strow , With honey - Suckles make a brazen sound , And beat the Cymbals of the Goddess round : They on charm'd boughs will stay , or else retreat , As is the custome to their parents seat . But if they draw to battell , ( oft between Two Kings great discord , and sad wars have been ) And straight thou mayst foresee the vulgar rage : Wilde for mad war ; for those who not ingage , The martiall note provokes , heard is th' alarme , Like dreadfull Trumpets when they sound to arme . They list proud troups in haste , their Spears they whet , Their light shields furnish , and their arms they fit , Guarding their King thick to the Court they goe , And with loud clamor challenge out the foe . Then when'tis fair , the open field they take , They joyne their battell , and they joyning make A noise scales heaven , and in close order all Strongly imbodied charge , then head-long fall . Not thicker haile doth in a tempest poure , Nor shaken Okes more plenteous akorns showre . The Kings amid'st the bands in armor shine , And mighty soules in narrow brests confine , Both resolute not to yield , till these or they Are to proud Conquerors forc'd to give the day : These huge commotions , and so mightie war , Suddain with thrown-up dust appeased are . But when both Princes you from battell call , Who seems the worst , lest he a prodigall Should waste the stock ; command him to be slain , And let the best in th' emptie pallace reign . One shines with gold , whom glorious colours grace , Two sorts there are : the best , his noble face Hath blushing cheeks , with sloth the other pale His sagging bellie after him doth traile . As their two Kings , such their two Nations are ; For one s deform'd , as when a traveller Through clouds of dust , extreamly thirsty gets And from 's drie mouth a sulleid water spits . The other shines with gold , and glory grac'd ; And equall spots upon their bodies plac'd . This Progenie is best , from these you may Sweet honey at the certain time conveigh , Not only sweet , but also shall be fine , And which shall qualifie your sharpest wine . But when they wander , sporting through the skies , Forsake their hives , and cooling roofes despise , Let not their stragling minds seek idle things : Nor hard 's the task ; but cut their Princes wings , They staying at home , none dares to scale heavens arch , Or with spread ensignes from their camp to march . Them , let sweet gardens with fresh flowres invite , And old Priapus , who the thieves doth fright , And spoyling birds from thence with 's awfull look , All safe preserving with his sallow hook . Set thyme about their roofs , and Pines remove From lofty hills if thou such labours love Weary thy hand with toyle , and pleasant bowres Plant round , and dew the earth with friendly showrs . And did not I , now to my Port draw neer ; And striking saile my prow to shore did steer ; How to adorne fair gardens I would sing , And Pestum , where there is a double spring . Why Succorie in pleasant streams delights , And verdant parseley swelling banks invites ; And Cucumers grow plump along the grass , Nor would I Daffadils long in growth , orepasse ; Or soft Acanthus , winding Ivie's store , And Myrtle so inamour'd on the shore . I call to minde neere high Oebalius towrs , Where slow Galesus waters Ceres bowrs , I saw an old Corycian , who injoy'd Few akers , not for pasturage imploy'd , Nor was it fit for corne or vineyard found . Yet he , mongst thornes , choice herbs and lillies round His garden Vervaine did , and Poppie finde , That wealthiest Kings he equal'd in his minde : And late at night returning home well stor'd , He with unpurchas'd banquets lades his board . He in the spring did first sweet Roses pull ; And could in Autumne apples soonest cull ; When stones with cold the cruell winter cleaves , And bridles up with ice the flowing waves . His soft Acanthus now he gently twinde , Chiding the tardy spring , and lingring winde . Therefore huge swarms , his bees first pregnant brought , And his full combes rivers of honey fraught , His Pines and barren Lindons fruitfull were ; As many blossoms as his tree did bear , So many apples it in Autumne grac'd : And he the lofty Elms in order plac'd . Wardens , and Thorne , which now a damson made , And Planes which to Carousers are a shade ; But these excluded by a narrow straight , I leave to others after to relate . Now I 'le declare those gifts which were confer'd On bees by Jove himself , for what reward They follow'd tinkling brass , and Curets sound , And fed the King of heaven under ground . In common only they maintain their race , And like a Citie rang'd their houses place ; And understrictest Laws they aged grow , Their native Countrey , and fix'd mansions know , Mindfull of winter , labour in the Spring , And to the publick store their profit bring . For some provide , and by a compact made Labour abroad ; others within are stai'd To lay Narcissus tears , and yielding gum As the first ground-work , of the honey combe : And after they tenacious honey spread . Others the Nations hope , young Colonies breed . A second part the purest honey stives ; Untill the liquid Nectar crack the hives . There are by lot attend the gates , t' informe Approaching showrs , and to foretell a storme . To ease the loaden , or imbattel'd drive The Drones , a slothfull cattell from the hive . Work heats ; of thyme the fragrant honey smels . As when the Cyclops the soft masse compels , Hasting for Jove huge thunderbolts to make : Some with the bellows air returne , and take ; Others in water dip the hissing o're ; Aetnean Caves with beaten anvils rore : They with much strength , their arms in order raise , And turne with tongues the mass a thousand wayes . So ( if I may great things compare with small ) Bees to their work for love of profit fall , Each hath his task , the aged Rulers are , And frame Dedalian roofs , and combs repair ; But those that youthfull be , and in their prime , Late in the night return , loaden with thyme , On every bush , and tree about they spread ; And are with Cassia and rich Saffron fed , Or purple Daffadils , and Lindors tall . All rest at once ; at once they labour all . Early they take the field , at night again When Vesper them from feeding doth constrain ; Homeward they draw ; and strength decaid restore , And with soft murmurs throng about the dore . When they repose , all night they silent are , And pleasant sleep doth wearied limbs repair ; Nor from their hives they stir , when rain is nigh , Nor trust their persons to a stormy skie . But safe they water nere their Cities wall ; And oft with Pebles journeys make , but small , As a light boat ballanc'd on raging seas , With which through vacant aire themselves they peise . 'T is strange that Bees such customs should maintain , Venus to scorne : in wanton lust disdain To waste their strength ; and without throws they breed ; But cull from leaves , and various flowres their seed . Their Kings and pettie Princes they proclaime , Then Pallaces and waxen Kingdoms frame , But oft their wings are torne on Rocks abroad , And free they spend their lives beneath their load , So love they flowrs , and to make honey pride . Though soon the tearm of their short life doth glide , ( For the seventh summer a full period gives ) Yet their immortall race for ever lives . Their noble house for many years remains , And records keep of antient Princes reigns . Next not rich Aegypt , nor great Lydia , Parthians or Medians , more their Prince obey , Whil'st their King lives , they all agree in one , But dead , the publick faith is overthrown . They make the Common wealth a spoyle , and rend Their Waxen Realms , his life did all defend . They honour him , and with a martiall sound Circle about , and strongly guard him round . Bear on their back , twix'd him and death they stood , And purchas'd noble funerals with their blood . From these examples some there are maintain , That Bees derive from a celestiall strain , And heavenly race ; they say the Deity Is mix'd through earth , the Sea , and lofty skie , Hence men and beasts , both wilde , and tame derive ; And what so ere by breathing air survive . To this they after are dissolv'd , and then Return'd assume first Principles agen : Nor is there place for death ; their spirits fly To the great stars , and plant the lofty skie . But if their narrow Courts thou mean'st to spoyle , And seiz the treasure of the honey pile , Water with silence in their chambers spout , And with your hand extended smoke them out . Twice they swarme yearly , twice a large increase Their harvest brings ; first when the Pleiades Her sacred brow above the earth doth shoot , And spurnes the scorned Ocean with her foot ; Or when that star from watery signes retires , And sad in stormy waves conceases her fires . But when incens'd their anger knows no mean , For if you hurt them ; they inspire a bane ; And in the bodie fix'd their Javelins leave ; And where they give the wound , their death receive . But fear'st thou cruell winter , and wouldst spare Pittying their broken mindes , and sad affair ; Who doubts to cut them wax , and to persume With thyme ? for oft base Lizards spoyle the coomb , And the blinde Beetle wasts the precious hoard , ●●nd Drones free-quartered at anothers board . Or cruell Wasps charge with unequal● arms , Or the Moths eating generation harmes , Or else Minerva's hatefull Spider sets About their Pallace gates , intangling nets . How much by fortune they exhausted are , So much they strive their ruines to repair Of their falne Nation , and they fill th' Exchange Adorning with the choicest flowrs their grange . But if ( since Bees know our calamities ) Their bodies languish in a sad disease , Which thou by signes to manifest mayst know , Their looks are chang'd , and their dejected brow Paleness deforms ▪ when they to shades descend , In order wofull funerals they attend . Or else they mourn lingering about the dore , Or in their chambers privately deplore ; Till they with hunger , and stiffe cold grow numb . Then sadder notes are heard , a dolefull hum . As when rough Auster murmurs through the woods , Or as loud waves rore with incensed floods , Or dreadfull flames rage pent in furnaces . To burn Galbanian odour I 'le advise , And bring the mourners honey in a cane , T' intice the wretches to known food again . Juice of Oke-apples mix'd with Roses dride ; And richest wine , with fire well purifi'de , To these Cecropian thyme , and Centaurie joyne , And grapes which dangle on th' Psythian vine . There is a flower , which grows in meadow ground : Swaines call Amello , easie to be found : Which golden , like a mighty grove doth sprout : But the thick leaves , that shade it round about Are clad in purple ; which the Altars oft Imbraceth with sweet wreathes , and garlands soft : Sharp in the taste ; wise Shepherds gather them In flowrie vales , neer Mellas sacred stream . The root of these they mix with Bacchus blood , And at their gates leave plenty of this food . But should the whole stock faile , not one remain , From whom they should derive their house again ; Th' Arcadians rare invention we must here Remember , who with blood of a slaine steer Oft Bees restor'd . I will recount it all And tell the story from th' originall . Where happy people plant Canopus soyl , And dwell neer spreading streams of flowing Nile , And through their Countrey painted vessels rowes , And where the stream from the tan'd Indian flowes , Which borders nigh the quiver'd Persian land , And verdant Aegypt mailes with fruitfull sand ; Then spreading doth in seven large channels part , These Nations all are confident in this art . First take a little place , for that use chose , Then tile it , and with narrow wals inclose , And let there be four windows next design'd , With oblique lights , made from each severall winde . Then take a steer ; grac'd with a branching top , Of two year old ; his breath and nostrils stop ; And whil'st he struggles , him with beating kill , That the sound hide his dissolv'd bowels fill . Thus dead they leave it shut and under lay Green branches , thyme and freshest Cassia . This must be done , when Zephire calms the main , Before the Meads blush with new flowrs again , Ere her high nest the chattering Swallow makes . Whilst in young bones the cherish'd humour takes , Then moving Creatures , ( wonderous to behold , ) First without feet , then sounding wings unfold ; Then boldly by degrees to heaven they tower , And sallie forth , thick as a summer showre ; Or as a cloud of arrows in their flight , When the bold Parthians are ingag'd in fight . What God ô Muse ! this strange art did invent , From whence had man this new experiment . When Aristhaeus left sweet Tempe's coast , His Bees by famine and diseases lost , Sad , standing at the sacred fountains head , Complaining much he to his mother said . Mother , Cyrene , who commands these floods , Why me , the noble offspring of the Gods ( If Phoebus is my Sire as you declare ) Bor'st thou the scorne of Fate ? where is your care ? Thou gav'st me hope , that I in heaven should reign ; But now those honours mortall life sustain Of corne , and herds , got by such toyle , and care , I now must loose , though you my Mother are . Goe , and my fertile groves thy self annoy , And burn my stalls ; with fire my corne destroy . Hew down , and spoyle my vinyards ; if to thee , So grievous are those honours granted me . Under the streams soft bed his Mother heard , Whil'st round her Nymphs Milesian wool did card , Staind with rich green . Drimo and Xantho , faire Philodoce and Ligea , their bright haire Upon their snowie necks dishevel'd lay , Spio , Nisaee , Cymodoce and Thalia , Lycorias , Cydipe ; a virgine one , The other had pangs of Lucina known : Clio , and Beroe , both to th' Ocean borne , Whom gold , and curious mantles did adorne . Ephyre , and Ophis , Asian Diope , And Arethusa swift her arms laid by . Amongst these Climene did vain cares relate Of Vulcan , those sweet thefts and Mars deceit , Gods many loves , from Chaos did rehearse Whil'st they their soft webs ply , pleas'd with the verse . Aristaeus grief , then pierc'd his mothers ear ; All on their crystall seats amazed were . But Arethusa first her golden head Advancing from a swelling billow , said , Dear sister , not in vain we troubled are , With such a sad complaint ; thy chiefest care Poore Aristaeus , at his fathers streams Stands weeping , and thy cruelty condemns : Then said his mother , struck with suddain fear , Hast , hast , and shew him in , he may repair To the Gods Court ; then bids the waves divide , To make her Son a passage : on each side Billows like Mountains stand ; then she receives Him twixt the flood ; and leads beneath the waves . He wondring goes , through Courts , and crystall Realms ; Loud groves , and Caves , which water over-whelms ; And with tumultuous waves astonish'd found All the great rivers , gliding under ground Through divers wayes , whence Phasis , Lycus spread , And where deep Inepeus shews his head , And where old Tyber , and sweet Aniens flowes , Where murmuring Hypanis , and Lycus rose , Golden Eridanus , with a double horne , Fac'd like a Bull : through fertile fields of corne Then whom none swifter of the Oceans sons Down to the purple Adriatick runs . When he to chambers arch'd with pumice drew , And that Cyrene his vain sorrow knew , To wash his hands , his sisters from the spring Draw crystall water , and fring'd towels bring , Tables they load with meat , and full Cups plac'd , Then with Pancheian fire the Altar grac'd . Here spake his mother , Let rich wine be payd Unto the sea ; next to the Ocean pray'd , Founder of things , and to the nymphs , who woods Preserve a hundred , and as many floods . Now thrice on fire she casts the flowing wine , As oft with flame the lofty seelings shine . Pleas'd with the Omen then she thus began . Green Proteus dwels in the Carpathian maine , Prophet to Neptune , through broad seas he glides ; And in his Chariot with Sea-horses rides . Now gone t' Emathia and his native shore : We Sea Nymphs , and old Nereus him adore . For the great Prophet all things doth foresee , What is , what was , and what shall after be : This Neptune gave him , whose great herd he breeds , And nuge Sea-Calves beneath the water feeds . But him thou first must binde , ere heel'le declare Cause of thy losse , and prosper thy affair . Unless you force him , no advice he grants , And is inexorable to all complaints . Handle him roughly then , and binde him fast , And all his slights shall useless prove at last . I 'le bring thee ( when at noon the Sun invades The scorched grass , and beasts retire to shades ; ) To th' old mans Cave ; whom suddain thou mayst seize , As he in soft repose shall take his ease . But when th' hast bound him , and with chains subdude , With various transformations he 'le delude ; A savage Boar , fierce Tyger , scalie Snake , And a huge Lion with a shaggie neck ; Or to escape shall thunder like a flame ; Or glide from thee in a swift crystall stream : How much the more he changes to all shapes , So much more carefull ( son ) prevent escapes ; Till his first forme returns , which thou did'st spie , When he in pleasant slumber clos'd his eye . This said she with a heavenly odour strews , Her son all over , and Ambrosian dews : Her comely tresses breathe celestiall air , And did his body with new strength repair . There is a Cave , worne in a mountains side , Where stormy winds oft forc'd the swelling tide , Which cuts it self into a land-lockd bay , Where once strest Mariners in safety lay . Proteus in this lies guarded with a vast Fence-work of Rock ; here she the young man plac'd Shelter'd with darkness , from discovering light : But she to thin air vanish'd from his sight . And now hot Syrius through drie India hurl'd , Rag'd from the skie , and all the middle world The Sun inflam'd ; grass burns , and to the mud The scortching beams boyle the exhausted flood , When Proteus came to his accustomd place , About him the vast Oceans watery race , Who sporting , off the brackish water shake , Then stretch't along the shore , sound sleep they take . He as a herdman in the mountains , when Vesper invites Cattell to house agen ; And bleating Lambs , the cruell wolves provoke , Sits on a cliffe , and numbers all his flock . He since so fair the opportunity shews , Scarce grants th' old man his weary limbs compose , But rusheth with a shout and bound him laid . Who not unmindfull of his arts t' evade , Transforms himself into all monsters dire : Now he 's a beast , a flood , and straight a fire . But when no slight prevail'd , he vanquished Himself assumes , and with a mans voyce said . O most undanted youth , by whose commands Found'st thou our Court ? what seek'st thou at our hands ? But he repli'de : Proteus , thou knowst , thou know'st ; Nor of beguiling thee may any boast . Desist ; I seek , commanded here by Fate , How to repair my now decayed state . The Prophet then rouling his fiery eyes With flaming beams , inraged , thus replies , And Destiny declares : No common God Displeas'd , on thee hath laid his heavie rod ; A great plague is begun ; this punishment , ( And less then thou deservst ) hath Orpheus sent . For he incens'd ( if Fates not interpose ) For his lost wife , will yet procure more woes . Who whil'st she swiftly by the river side From thee pursuing fled , unhappy Bride Saw not the mighty Snake , which lurking was Under the bank and hid in spreading grass . Alone the Dryades on mountains wept , The Rhodopeian towrs her funerals kept , Lofty Pangaea , and bold Rhesus coast , Getes , Hebrus , and Actian Orythia most . He on his well-tun'de instrument , alone His hapless love , thee his sweet wife did moane ; And by himself thee on forsaken shores , Early and late , thee in his song deplores ; He Taenarus , and wofull gates of Dis ; And horrid groves where dreadfull darkness is , And Manes past , to the stern King repairs , And courts not us'd to bend to humane prayers . He with his song , charm'd from the dismall Coasts , Of Eribus pale soules , and liveless Ghosts , Men , women , and magnanimous Heroes , here Boyes , virgins , young men laid upon the beer Before their Parents face : whom hellish mud And horrid reeds of th Acherontick flood , With slow fens of th' innavigable sound Bindes in , and Styx nine times incircles round . Hells court , and gates of death amazed were ; The furies now not twist their snakie haire , Then silenc'd were loud Cerberus triple jaws , Ixions restles wheele stood at a pause : All these he past ; then back returns , with faire Eurydice , to the Aetheriall aire , She following him ( for so hells Queen injoyn'd ) When fond thoughts seiz'd th' incautelous lovers minde : The fault was small , if fiends to pardon knew ; He made a stand ; as to the light he drew , Forgetfull , love prevailing o're his minde , On his Eurydice to look back , inclin'd ; His labour lost , hels Tyrant promise brake , And thrice a sound rose from th' Avernian Lake . But she Dear Orpheus said , what thee could move To ruine both ? why was so much thy love ? Behold I am recal'd by destinies , Eternall sleep closeth my failing eyes ; And now farewell ; black night surroundeth me , Stretching weak hands , alas , not thine , to thee . This said ; she suddain vanish'd from his eyes , And like smoke mix'd with winde , dispersed , flies , Nor saw him catch in vain the yielding aire , Earnest his mighty sorrow to declare . Nor would hels churlish Feriman agen Transport him o're the Acherontick fen . What can he do ? twice having lost his love , Or with what sute infernall spirits move ? She sayling in the Stygian boat growes cold . Whil'st seven long moneths delaying periods told Under a Rock , ( as fame reports ) he kept ; And at forsaken Strymons billows wept . Mourning in dismall Caves , Tygers , once fierce , Grow milde , and stubborn Okes move at his Verse . As mongst the Poplar shade in dolefull strains Rob'd of her young , sad Philomel complains ; Whom scarce yet fleg'd , some rustick having found Took from the nest : but she doth woes resound Perch'd on a tree ; and the whole night laments , Filling all places with her sad complaints . No love , nor other bed , could him intice : Alone he goes , through Hyperborean ice , And Tanais snow , wandring through bitter coasts , For ever wedded to Rhiphaean frosts : Pluto's vain gift Eurydice he mourn'd . The Thracian Dames because their beds he scorn'd , Him at their Bacchanalian orgies tore , And strew the young mans limbs about the shore . His head then from his Ivorie shoulders torn , Was down the channell of swift Hebrus born , And whilst his dying tongue could move at all ; Eurydice , Eurydice , did call : And all the banks resound Euridice . This Proteus said , and lept into the Sea , And where he lept did make the fomie wave Under his body , with huge strokes to rave . Then thus Cyrene spake , to ease his care . My dearest son , now lay aside all fear , Since the whole cause is known of thy mischance , The Nymphs with whom in groves she us'd to dance , Have sent this sad destruction on thy Bees , Then humbly them appease with sacrifice , And there the yielding Dryades adore ; They will forgive , if thou with vows implore . But first know how thou shalt thy offering make . Foure of thy large , and best-fed bullocks take , Which now on tops of green Lycaeus use ; As many of thy unbroke heifers choose , Then with great care for these foure Altars raise In the high Temples of the Goddesses : And from their throates let forth the sacred blood , Then leave their bodies in a shadie wood ; And when the ninth Aurora brings the day , To Orpheus Ghost Lethaean Poppie pay , And a black sheep : then view the grove again Pleasing Eurydice with a fat Calf slain . He the Commands of 's mother straight obey'd , Went to the temple , and foure Altars made : And foure of 's largest bullocks forth he took ; As many comely heisers never broke . And when the ninth day bright Aurora shew'd , He worships Orpheus , and the wood review d. A wonder not to be believ'd ! he sees From the dissolved entrails swarms of Bees Which from the broken ribs , resounding flye , And in a thick cloud sallie to the skie . On a tall trees top-branch they cluster now , As grapes hang dangling on the gentle bow . Thus tillage , beasts , and trees , have been my theame , Whil'st mighty Caesar at Euphrates stream Thunders with war , and Conqueror Laws ordains For willing Realms , and heaven with valour gains . To mee sweet Capua breeding then imparts , Pleas'd with the study of contemned arts : There a bold youth , I chanted rurall aires , And Tityrus sung in cool shade free from cares .

THE FIRST BOOKE OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS . THE ARGUMENT . JUNO a storme procures ; the Trojans tost , By Neptune's favour gaine the Lybian coast : Venus Complaint . The King of Gods relates To her Romes greatnesse , and insuing fates . Hermes to Lybia sent . Venus appears , And in a mortall forme Aeneas chears . He visits Carthage , and lost ships regains . Dido the weary Trojans entertains . But whilst glad guests , full cups and banquets move , She takes a fatall draught , and drinks long love . I , That on small reeds once plaid rurall strains , And leaving woods , inforc'd the neighbouring plains To satisfie the greedy Villager , A gratefull worke for swains ; now horrid war , Arms and the man I sing who first did come , Driven by fate , from Troy to Latium . And Tyrrhen shores ; Much toff'd by Land and Sea By wrath of Gods , and lasting enmity Of cruell Juno , suffering much by Wars Whiles he a Citie builds , and Gods transfers To Latium whence , Latine Originalls The Alban fathers , and Romes lofty walls . Say Muse the cause , what God prophan'd , or why Heaven's Queen incens'd , one fam'd for piety Did to such royles , dangers so great compell ? What I can in heavenly minds such passions dwell ? There was an ancient Citie . Carthage , south From Italie , opposing Tybers mouth , By Tyrians held : rich , fierce in War , which place Iuno was said more than all lands to grace , Samos neglected , here her arms and here Her Chariot was , that this earths sway should beare ( If Fates permit ) she fosters and intends . But she had heard that from Troys stock descends A Progenie , should Tyrian Towr's deface : Hence of vast rule , in War a haughty race Must come from Lybias fall : so fates fore-told . This fearing . Juno minding Wars of old She for deare Argos first 'gainst Troy did wage ; Her cruell griefe and causes of her rage Were still awake , deep Paris choice remain'd Fix'd in her breast , th' affront of forme disdain'd ; And the loath'd stock : rapt Ganimed highly grac'd . With these more vext , on all shores Trojans cast , Reliques of Greeks and sterne Aeacides She far from Latium drove ; round the vast Seas They wandred long inforc'd by various chance Such labour 't was Romes Empire to advance . Scarce out of Sicilies view , their sailes they raise Glad , for the maine , and plough the foming Seas . When Iuno thus , who nourish'd in her breast , Th' eternall wound ; vanquish'd shall I desist ? Nor yet this Trojan Prince from Latium turne Because the fates deny ? could Pallas burne The Argive Fleet , and sinke them in the Sea For one mans crime , Ajas impietie ? She cast Ioves winged lightning from a cloud , D'spers'd their Ships , with winds the Ocean plowd ; Him breathing flame , his breast quite thorow struck With whirle-winds snatch'd , and on a sharpe rock stuck . But I heavens Queen , sister , and wife to Iove , So many years War with one nation move : And who will now Saturnias power obey , Or suppliant on our altars honours lay ? Such things revolving , fir'd with discontent She to the Land of storms Aeolia went , Coasts big with tempests , Aeolus here confines In vast caves strugling gusts , and thundering winds In prison chains : they scorning their restraint , Round their darke dungeon roar with loud complaint . In a high tower , here scepter'd Aeolus swayes , Softens their furie , and their rage allaies , Else in their rapid course with them they 'd beare , Sea , Land , high Heaven , and sweep them through the ayr . This fearing , them Iove in a cave imures . And under weight of mighty hils secures , Then did a King by firme decree ordaine , Who knowes to check , or when to give the reine . To whom thus Iuno then was suppliant . Aeolus ( for Heavens great King to thee did grant , With wind the floods t' incense , or to appease ) A race my foe now saile the Tyrrhen Seas , Bearing to Latium , conquer'd Gods and Troy . Raise thou a storme , and their crazde Fleet destroy , Or through the waves their scatter'd bodies send . Twice seven most beauteous Nymphs on us attend , The fairest Deiopeia I will joyne To thee in wed-lock , dedicate her thine : Still to remaine for such especiall grace , And make thee father of a beauteous race . When Aeolus thus . 'T is thy part to injoyne Commands , O'Queen , but to obey is mine . Thou in this realme and throne didst me invest , By thy means I with Iove and God , doe feast : Thou madst the storms and tempests me to feare . This said , the hollow mountaine with his speare He pierc'd i th side , winds as in mutinous bands Force their owne way , and thunder through the strands . They take the Sea , Eurus , and Notus raves , And stormie Africus from deepest caves Th' whole Ocean vext , tumbling vast waves to shore , Cries of men follow , shrowds and tackling tore : When from the Trojans sight , swift clouds restraine Heaven , and the day black night broods on the maine ; It thunders , aire with frequent lightning shone ; And all things menace quick destruction . Straight are Aeneas limbs dissolv'd with seare , He grones , and to the Stars his hands doth reare . Then said , most happy you , whose funerals Your Parents saw under the Trojan walls . Why was not I by thee , O Diomed slaine , Most valiant Greeian on the Dardan plaine ? Why lost I not this life by that hand , where Hector the stout , fell by Achilles speare ? Where great Sarpedon , where so many bould Heroes , shields , helmes , in Symois streams are rould . Then from the North a clamoring gust did rise Smote crosse their sailes , and waves advanc'd to skies . Their oars are broke , about then comes the ship , And nigh ore-set , her sailes in water dip , A Mountaine breaking ore her weather side , Scoures all the deck : these a huge billow ride ; Betweene the floods to them a yauning wave The bottome shewes , the sands with breaches rave . By South-winds drove on hidden Rocks three came , Rocks far from shore Italians altars name , Whose craggie shoulders range above the Sea ; Eurus on sholes ( a wofull sight ) forc'd three , Bilg'd on the bancks , and stuck in beds of sands . One , true Orontes bore , and Lycian bands , In his owne view , a huge Sea from the North Breaks o're her sterne , the Master tumbled forth . Pitch'd on his head : but she thrice hurried round With a swift eddie in the Ocean drown'd . Some few appeare swimming on raging floods With arms of men oars , plancks , and Trojan goods . Ileoneus stout Ship now the tempest tore , Now bold Achates , next that Abas bore , Then old Alethes , through ript sides each takes In hostile waves , and founderd are with leaks . When Neptune th Ocean mix'd with horrid sound And the rais'd storme perceiv'd , from deeps profound Whole floods turn'd up : much mov'd from Sea did raise His favouring browes , and from high waves survaies : Driven through the Sea Aeneas Fleet he spies , With waves distrest , and furie of the skies : Nor Iunos fraud nor spleen to him was hid . Then Eurus Zephyre hailing , thus he chid . Have you such confidence of your high birth Without our License , Winds thus heaven and earth To mix , and dare you raise such hils as these ? Which I — but floods inrag'd 't is best to ' appease . Nor shall I thus such crimes hereafter spare . Hasten your flight , these to your King declare . Not the Seas power , and mighty trident fell T' his lot , but mine ; let him in huge rocks dwell Eurus thy house , in those courts Aeolus may Command , and in the winds close prison sway . Sooner then said he calmes the raging sea , Scatters thick clouds restores againe the day . The Ships Symothe did with Tryton raise And Neptune from sharpe rocks with 's Trident weighs Opening vast Syrts , he calmes the raging tides , And with light wheels over the surface glides . As oft when a great people mutinie Ignoble vulgar rage ; stones , firebrands flye , Furie finds arms ; but if they chance to see A grave man meriting for pietie , All silent listning stand ; he soone alaies With words the tumult , and their passion swaies . Thus ceast all fragor of the Sea , which when The father saw , carried through skies serene He his blest Chariot drives , and turnes his horse . To the next shores the Trojans bend their course , And weary to the Lybian confines glide . There was a place , far in , an Isle whose side Stretch'd made a port , which broke all stormes from Sea , And cuts it selfe into a land-lock'd bay . On each side mighty clifts , and two rocks were Threatning the skie , under whose tops a faire And quiet Sea ; a trembling wood displaid Above , and darke groves gave a horrid shade . A cave was opposite with rocks o're growne , Within sweet springs , and seats of living stone , The Nymphs aboads : strest Ship within this sound Cable nere held , nor sharpe flook'd anchor bound . Hither Aeneas with seven vessels bore , The rest now lost , much longing for the shore The Trojans make no little haste to land , And rest their Sea-sick bodies on the Sand. Then first Achates sparks strikes out of flint And feeds the fire with leaves , dry nourishment He next about the catching flame supplide . They wearied out , such as they had provide : Corne with salt water tainted , what they find , They dry with fire , and with a stone they grind . Meane while Aeneas climbs the rock , th' whole coast To Seaward views , if Anteus weather tost , Capys or any sayle he might discerne , Or Caicus arms upon his lofty sterne : But none appear'd . When on the shore three Deer , Feeding he spide , the whole heard following neer , And the long troop fed in the vales below . Aeneas stands takes his swift shafts , and bow , Faithfull Achates charge those weapons were , And first slew those who tallest heads did beare With branching crests , the vulgar then , and drove Th' whole heard with shooting to the leavie grove : Nor left till victor seven fat bucks he laid Dead on the ground , which his Ships number made . Returning then , these with his friends he shar'd : Wine good Acestes had in casks prepar'd , In Sicily , and gave his parting guests , The Prince divides : and chears their troubled breasts . Deare friends ( for we have many sorrows past ) You worse have felt , God these will end at last , You Scillas rage , and cliffes resounding wide Have past , and the Cyclopian rocks have tride . Courage recall , banish sad feare ; delight It may hereafter these things to recite , How through strange chances , through such dangers we To Latium bend , where blest seats destinie Fore-shews , where we Troys Realms may readvance : Live , and preserve yourselves for better chance . This said with weighty cares opprest , he feignes Hope in his face , within deep griefe restraines . They take the quarrie and prepare the feast ; They streight unlace the Deer , and th' humbles drest , Some pieces cut , which trembling spitted were , On shore some boylers place , and fire prepare , Strength they recruit with food , through the grasse spread They with fat venison , and old wine are fed . Hunger alaid , and boards remov'd , much they Of lost friends talke , 'twixt hope and feare much say , If dead , and quite despair'd of , or alive , Most the good Prince doth for Orontes grieve , And Lycas and Amicus cruell fates , Cloanthus , Gyas much compassionates . When Iove from his aetheriall height survaies The fixed earth and navigable Seas , Shores , and spread nations , on heavens spire he stands And fix'd his eyes upon the Lybian strands . To him revolving in his breast such cares , Sad , having drown'd her sparkling eyes in teares Spak Venus . Thou , who by eternall Law Rul'st men and Gods , and dost with thunder awe . How could my sonne so highly thee displease ? Or Trojans ? who , suffering such miseries , In quest of Latium , loose the Vniverse . Hence Romans should arise in after yeares , Hence Lords should come from Teucers blood renew'd , Who sea , and land should hold in servitude Thou once didst grant , what changes thy decree ? In Troys destruction this did comfort me , And sad , I fate with fate did counterpoise : Yet the like chance , the wretches still anoyes . What end great King grants thou to all their woes ? Safe could Anteuor scape through Grecian foes , Pierce the Ilyrick straights , & inmost Realms Of the Lyburni , passe Timavus streams : Which like a Sea breaks nine wayes from a hill , And with loud waves doth the vast champaine fill . Yet here at length he did Patavium frame , Built Trojan seats , and gave to them a name , Then fix'd the Teucrian arms , and now at ease Injoyes the blessing of a happy peace . But we , thy race , heires to thy starry throne , Our ships being lost , are by the wrath of one Strangely opprest , and drove from Latiums shore , This vertues pay ? thus dost thou Realms restore ? The father of the Gods , and King of men , Smiling on her with such a looke , as when He clouds disperceth , and serenes the skies , Kissing his daughter , gently thus replies . Feare not my Cytherea , fates decree For thine stand fix'd , thou promis'd wals shalt see Of strong Lavinium , and with high stars range Great sould Aeneas , my decrees not change . And since thou hast so much desire to know These things , the booke of fate I le open now : He shall great Wars in Latium wage , subject Proud nations , Lawes impose , and wals erect , Three winters spent , and Rutilie ore-come Three springs shall see him crown'd in Latium . But young Ascanius , now Iulus , late Call'd Ilus , whilst great , Ilium held her State , Shall reigne full thirty yeers , with moneths compleate , And from Lavinium shall transfer his seate ; Then shall with mighty power long Alba reare . Here Hectors race must rule three hundred year ; Till IIlia , Queen and Priestes shall bring forth Pregnant by Mars , at once a double birth . Then Romulus proud in 's woolfe nurse yellow skin Shall gather men , and Martiall walls begin , And from his owne name stile the Roman race . To them no bounds of things , or times , or place , Power grant I without end ; sterne June , here Who now earth , Seas , and skies , wearies with fear , Shall better counsels take , with us imbrace The Romans Lords of all , and the gownd race . Thus pleas'd : times come with sliding lusters , when Assaracus house shall make the high Mycene And Phthia tame , and ore proud Argos reigne , Then Trojan Casar springs of a faire straine , With Ses to bound his power , with Stars his fame , Julius , from great Julus , comes that name . Hee heap'd with Eastern spoyles shall be instald In heaven by thee , and shall with vows be cald . Fierce times then milder grow , wars laid aside : Old Faith , and Vesta , Romulus shall provide With Remus Lawes , suries dire gates shal bar With steele and brasse , within sits impious war On cruell arms , bound with a hundred chains , And horrid with a bloody mouth complaines . This said from heaven he Maias of-spring sends , That Carthage Lands , and new towers might as friends Trojans receive , lest Dido should deny Not knowing fates ; he glides through ample sky , On fanning wings , and streight touch'd Lybian shores ; His charge perform'd ; mild grow the barbarous Moores A God commanding first the Queen exprest , Calme thoughts to Trojans , and a bounteous breast . But many cares that night the Prince revolves , And with the dawne to search strange coasts resolves , On what shores driven by winds , by whom possest ( For Lands he saw until'd ) if man or beast . Which done to tell his friends , the Fleet did lie Vnder a hollow clift : from any eye , Obscur'd by trees , which gave a horrid shade : Only Achates his companion made . In his hand shaking two broad pointed Spears . When his faire mother in the grove appears ; A Virgins face , and dresse , so Virgins be Of Sparta arm'd , or such Harpalice Who horses tir'd , and Hebrus could out-goe . For th' huntresse as the use , a handsome bow Wore at her back her haire expos'd to winds , Bare kneed , a knot her flowing garment binds . And first she said , young-men declare if yee Did this way any of my sisters see , With quivers guirt , they spotted linx-skins weare , Or chacing of the foaming boare did heare . Thus Venus said , then Venus sonne replide . None of thy sisters we , nor heard or spide : But who art thou , thy looks not mortall be , Nor humane voice , some Goddesse certainlie , Or Phoebus sister , or a Nymph you are . Be blest what e're ; and say , to ease our care In what strange clime , on what coast we are throwne , We wander here , the place and men unknown , Drove by vast floods and winds , by this hand shall Before thy altars many offerings fall . Then Venus said , too great such honours are For me , a quiver Tyrian Virgins beare , And to their calves bind purple buskins neat . Carthage thou seest , Tyrians Agenors seate ; But Lybick coasts , nations by war unbroke . Dido reigns here , who Tyrian realms forsooke Flying her brother : long the injuries are , And circumstance , but things thus briefly were . Sychaeus was her Lord , his wealth beyond All Tyre , and she of him extreamly fond . To whom her father did espouse a maid With solemne rites , but Tyre Pigmalion swaide , Her brother who in wickednesse exceeds All those whom fury stirs to impious deeds . He blind with love of gold , Sychaeus too Secure , in secret at the altars slew : Sure of her love , he hides the fact , much feignes And a sick Lover with vaine hope detains . To her in sleep , her Lord unburied now Appears , raising a wondrous gastly brow : The altars shews , and 's breast run through with steele , Did all close mischiefe of her house reveale ; Perswades her leave the Land , with speed to fly , Where hidden treasure should her want supply In gold and silver a nuge masse , declar'd . Dido thus mov'd , both flight , and friends prepar'd : Those who did hate or feare the Tyrant , meet ; And suddenly they seize a ready Fleet And lade with gold greedy Pigmalions coine Transport : A woman chiefe of the designe , Came to these parts where now huge wals , and new Towers of aspiring Carthage , thou mayst view : Call'd Byrsa from the bargaine , so much ground Bought , as a Buis hide might incompas't round . But who are you ? whence come ? or whether goe ? To her inquiring , he surcharg'd with woe From a full breast drew these . Should I recall O Goddesse things from their originall , And would you heare the annals of our woes ? Vesper would first day in Olympus close . We from old Troy ( by chance if to your eare Troys name hath come ) through divers Seas did steere , A storme now drove us on the Lybian shore . I am Aeneas , who from enemies bore My Gods with me aboard , my fame above The stars is knowne , and sprung from mighty Iove , A race I seeke , and native Italie : I twice ten ships launch'd to the Phrygian Sea , What course my goddesse mother did ordaine , And fates , I have observ'd ; scarce seven remaine , By waves and tempests craz'd : unknown , and poore Driven from Europe , and the Asian shore , I wander Lybick , wilds . Here Venus brake Off his sad tale , and interrupting spake . Who ere thou art , I judge that thou surviv'st Deare to the Gods , at Carthage who ariv'st . Therefore goe on , to the Queens Court repaire ; For I , thy friends and fleet return'd , declare , And with chang'd Northerne winds to safety brought , Else me in vaine fond Parents augurie taught . Lo ! twice six Swans in a glad company Ioves bird pursued through the Aetherial sky In Heavens broad tracks : now earth in a long traine They seeme to take or taken to disdaine ; As they returne with sounding wings they sport , And Heaven surrounding , in a song consort . Just so , I say , thy friends and fleet have gain'd The Port , or with full sayls the Bay obtain'd . Therefore goe on ( she said ) as leads the way , And turning did her rosie neck display , When her Ambrosian haire a heavenly sweet Breaths from her head , robes flow beneath her feet , Her Gate a Godesse shewes . He when he knew His Mother , thus , her flying did pursue . Why cruell too dost thou so oft deceive Thy sonne with feigned shapes ? may we not give Right hands ? heare reall stories , and reply ? Thus blaming her , he to the wals drew nigh . But Venus them in obscure ayre did shrowd . The Goddesse vaild them in a mighty cloud ; Lest any touch , ●est any them discerne , Or move delay , or cause of coming learne . She flies to Paphos , visits her own seat : Where in her fane a hundred altars sweat With Easterne Gums , and with fresh Garlands smoake . Then they the path , which most invited took . Now they ascend a hill , which much the town Ore tops , and looks on adverse Bulwarks down . The Prince admires the Pile , once cotages , Admires the Port , the paved streets and noyse . The Trojans worke , some lay foundations For wals , and towers , others rowle mighty stones , These draw out grounds , and with a trench inclose ; Lawes , Magistrates , a holy Senate chose . Some make a Port , and these a great worke drew For Theaters , from rocks vast Pillars hew , High ornaments the future Sceans t' adorne , As Bees through flowrie meads i'th'sunny morn Worke in the spring , when hopefull youth they traine , Or when they stive their sweet , and liquid gaine , And with the purest Nectar stretch the Hive , Or ease the laden , or imbatteld drive The Drones , a sloathfull cattell from the Cels. Worke heats , of thyme the fragrant honey smels . Blest men whose wals now rise , Aeneas said , And their high towers admiring , then survaid : Wrapt in a cloud ( most wondrous ) he walks in With people mix'd , and was of no man seene . Amidst the towne was a sweet shadie Grove , Where first with winds , and waves , the Paente drove An omen dig'd , which royall Iuno sent : A horse his head , which shew'd they eminent Should be in war , and still in wealth abound : Here Iuno's Fane did Tyrian Dido found , Wealthy with presents , and the Goddesse grace : Brasse Portals mount , with steps , and beams of brasse , And the joyn'd hinges rung with brazen Gates . First in this grove new objects mitigates His feare ; here safety first Aeneas dares To hope , and better trust to sad affairs . Waighting the Queen , whilst there he all did see , Whilst he admires , what the towns chance might be , The artists emulous hand , and works so rare , He saw in order all the Trojan War . War famous now through the whole Vniverse : Atrides , Priam , and Achilles fierce To both : he weeping then Achates said , What Realmes hath not our woe replenished ? Lo ! Priam here , reward here vertue finds ; Troy teares , and humane sufferings pittying minds , Feare not he said this same may helpe our need , Then did his fancie on vaine Pictures feed , Much griev'd his face with a large streame he drown'd , When he beheld how Trey beleaguerd round , Here Grecians fly , and Hector presses on , Achilles charges there , and Trojans run . Neer this he Rhesus snowie tents survaid Weeping , his men in their first sleepe betraid , Bloody Tydides with great slaughter wasts , And to his campe the fiery horses hasts , Ere they dranke Xanthus , on Troys Pastures graz'd . Poore Troilus disarm'd , here flyes amaz'd ; Too weake for thee Achilles back-wards flung Drag'd with his horse , by the empty Chariot hung , Holding the reines , earth soyles his neck and haire , Scribling the dust with his inverted speare . When the Ilian dames with flowing tresses went To unpleas'd Pallas fane , and robes present , Beating their breasts , sad in the humblest guise : But the angry Goddesse fix'd on earth her eyes . Achilles round Troys walls drag'd Hector thrice , And gold for his pale corps he made the price . Then a deep sigh he from his breast did send . When he the corps , spoyles , chariot of his friend , And Priam saw , when unarm'd hands he rears . He knowes himselfe mix'd with the Grecian Peers , Knew Easterne squadrons , and black Memnons arms ; Penthiselea raging midst alarms Her crescent sheelded Amasons brought on , Her naked breast guirt with a golden zone , Amidst the thickest bands she chargeth then , And the bould virgin dares encounter men . Whilst on these things the Dardan Prince did looke , And much admiring with the object tooke ; Then with a guard , Queen Dido , the most faire , To she high Temple did in state repaire . Such on Eurotas banks , or Cynthus meades , Shewes bright Diana , when she dances , leads A thousand mountaine Nymphs on every side , Her golden quiver at her shoulders tide . Walking she all the Goddesses excels , Whilst joy Latonas silent besome swels : Such Dido was , so cheerfully she went Hastning the works , and future government , In Juno's porch , the temples mid-arch , round Guarded with arms on high she sate inthron'd ; A woman gave men Lawes , and tasks assignes In equall portion , or by lot injoynes . When streight Aeneas did with throngs behold Anteus , Sergestus , and Cloanthus bold ; And other Trojans , which the black storm bore And waves dispers'd unto a distant shore . Both were amaz'd , and both at once admire , 'Twixt joy and feare , to joyne right hands desire : But troubled with the unknown chance they shrowd , Listning Spectators in a hollow clowd . What fortune happen'd to his friends , and where They lest their Fleet , what chance had brought them there , For to beg quarter , from each ship were sent Choice men ; who clamouring to the Temple went . After admission , and free audience had , Undiscompos'd bold Ileonus said . Great Queen whom Jove did grant new seats to build , Pleas'd that proud Nations to thy sway should yeeld . We tempest-beaten Trojans , thee desire To save our Navie from consuming fire . And neerer view our cause ; the pious spare . Nor brought we to the Libick confines war , Nor come to drive rich preys : vanquish'd long since We lost such courage , and such insolence . There is a place the Greeks Hesperia stilc , An antient warlike Land , a fertile soyle , B' Aenotrians tild ' ; Posteritie they fame Since call'd it Italie , for their Princes name , Hither we steer'd , When straight Oryon with a storme did rise , And us with furious Auster did surprise , And on the rocks with conquering billowes bore ; A few of us swom hither to your shore . What a strange Nation 's this ? what barbarous land Such customes use ? the hospitable strand We are denyd , by force prohibited Upon the margents of your coasts to tread . Aeneas was our King , for pietie , Justice , and prowesse , non more great then he . Which man if fates preserve , if yet he breath , If cruell shades receive him not in death ? You need not feare , nor shall you e're repent That you did us in courtesie prevent . We have in Cicilie , Cities , Arms , and Lands , Where great Acestes , sprung from Troy , commands . That we draw up our Navie condiscend , To rigg them new , tackling , and oars to mend . That if our King , and friends be found , then we May steere our course with joy for Italie , And Latium seek . But if no help be found , And thou best Trojan Princei'th ' tempest drown'd ; Nor of Ascanius hope ; Sicanian roads , Whence we sail'd hither , and prepar'd aboads , Old King Acestes , we at last shall finde . I leoneus said ; the Trojans with one minde Gave full applause . Then Dido briefe and modestly declares . O Trojans feare not , and seclude your cares : To settle our new State we find so hard , That we our consines are inforc'd to guard . Of Trojans who ? of Troy who ignorant are ! Those Worthies , Valour , fury of that War ? Tyrians are not so dull , nor yet the Suns Chariot so distant from our City runs . Seek you great Italie , Saturnian lands , Or Erix shores , the King Acestes strands : I 'le safe disinisse you , and supply your want . Will you alike with us , this City plant ? This town I build is yours ; your ships forsake , 'Twixt Tyrians , Trojans , I 'le no difference make . Would the same wind had hither brought your Prince , But I will issue forth Commands from hence , That he be sought through all the Lybian coast , Should he in Desarts be , or Cities lost . Achates , and the King , with these words fir'd Long since , to break the gloomy clowd desir'd . Then bold Achates to Aeneas said , Great Goddesse son , what doubts may now disswade : Thy friends , and ships , all safe thou seest , but one Which in our sight , the raging Seas did drowne : All sutes thy mothers words . Scarce these he said , When suddenly the circumsused shade Purg'd to thin aire , and forth Aeneas stood , His garb , his face , and person like a God . Venus had trim'd his haire , youths beauty dyes His cheeks , she breath'd glad honours on his eyes . So Ivory grac'd by art , so Silver would , Or Parian marble shew , set in pure gold . And sudden unexpected did appeare ; Then to the Queen . I , whom you seeke am here , Trojan Aeneas scap't the Lybick Seas . O thou alone , pittying our miseries ! Who us Greeke reliques , spent , by various fates Of land and sea , thou joyn'st associates To thee , and thine : we , nor all Dardans straine Through great earth scatter'd can require againe , The Gods ( if there be any Providence , Or Justice , will the pious recompence ) Sure must reward thee . O! what age of worth , What so great Parents , such as thee brought forth ? Whiles convex'd hills have shadows , to the maine Whilst rivers run , whilst poles the stars sustaine , Thy honour ; name , and same , shall last , what land So-ever me invites . Then his right hand I lioneus takes , his left Sergestus meets , Bold Gyas , stout Cloanthus ; all he greets . At the first sight Dido was much dismaid , And wondring at so strange a story , said ; What dangerous fate pursued thee Goddesse son , What forc'd thee , on these Barbarous shores to run ? Art thou Aeneas whom faire Venus bare Neer Symois streams , Dardan Anchises heire ? Teucer I call to mind expel'd his land To Sidon came , did Belus aid demand New Realms to gain : my father then subdu'd Cyprus , and conquerour held in servitude . Since then I understood the Trojan fate , Thy name , and every Graecian Potentate . He though a foe your valour did commend , And said himself , did from your stock descend . Therefore bold Trojans to our Court advance ; We in such dangers tost , and various chance At length our selves did in this countrey plant , I know t' help others , taught by my own want . Then she Aeneas to the Court conveys , And the Gods honours on the altars payes , Next to the shores twenty fat beeves she sends , With them a hundred swine to feast his friends ; And with the ews as many fatned lambs , With wine , Lyaeus joy , But all within with royall pomp was grac'd . And midst the Hall a stately feast they plac'd . Wrought carpets with proud scarlet did infold Huge silver tables , where was grav'd in gold Her Grandsires acts in a long series stood Drawn from so many Princes of the blood . The King ( for love paternall never sleeps ) Sent down in hast Achates to the ships , To tell this to Ascanius , then repaire With him to Court , who was his fathers care . To bring gifts sav'd from Troy the long robe which Was purl'd with gold , and with imbroideric rich , A vail , the edge with bright Acanthus wrought ; Fair Hellens dresse , which , she from Argos brought To Troy , and fatall marriages set forth ; Her mother Laedas gift of wondrous worth . The Scepter too which once Ilion bore , Priams first daughter , the Pearl-chain she wore And Coronet , with gold and jemmes inchac'd . For these Achates to the Fleet did haste . But Venus now new arts , new counsells took ; That Cupid should like young Ascanius look , And in the furious Queen he might inspire The flames of love , and pierce her bones with fire . Double tongu'd Tyrians , doubtfull house she fears : Fierce Juno frights , with night increast her cares . Therefore to winged love she briefly said , Deare son , my strength deare son , my chiefest aid , Who only sleights great Jave's Typhoan fire , I fly to thee , suppliant thy aid require . Thou knowst thy brother my Aeneas hath Felt on all Lands and Seas firce Juno's wrath , And of our sorrow hadst as great a sence . Him Dido courts , and stayes with blandishments . Junonian entertainments I suspect , Nor she so great occasion will neglect . Therefore I plot first to deceive , and bind The Queen with flames , lest some power change her mind , That she with me Aeneas love involve . Which to effect , know this is my resolve . The Royall boy for Carthage do's prepare By his dear Father call'd : my greatest care Brings gifts preserv'd from Troyes flame and the deep . In high Cytherum him I le cast asleep , And in Idalium's sacred mansions lay ; Left he appearing should our plot betray . Assume his form onely one nights short space ; Use art , a boy put on a boyes known face , That when glad Dido hugs thee at her lap At royall feasts , crown'd with the cheering grape . When she imbracing , shall sweet kisses give , Inspire hid flame , with deadly bane deceive . His mother love obeys , his wings he leaves And joyfully Ascanius garbe receives , But V●nus through Julus limbes distills Sweet sleep , and bears to the Idalian hills , And in soft Marjerom the boy she layd . Whose flowers imbrac'd him with a pleasant shade . But Cuptd then his mothers will obey'd , Bore gifts to Carthage , and Achates led . When he came in , the Queen was plac'd in state On golden beds , and in the mid'st she sate . Aeneas , and the Trojan Captains met , And raised high , they on spread scarlet set . The servants water bring and serv'd up bread , In chargers ; some neat fringed towels spread . And fifty Dames to serve the bill of fare , Had charge within , and Inscence to prepare . A hundred more , with youth of like age , grac'd Tables with dishes , and the goblets plac'd . Through joyfull halls in throngs the Tyrians prest , Commanded on imbrodered couches rest . Aeneas gifts th'admire , Julus prais'd , At th' Gods bright looks , and feigned words amaz'd : The robe , and curious yaile , they much commend . But Dido destin'd to a wofull end , Could not be satisfi'd , burning at the sight The Boy and presents equally delight . Aeneas neck when he imbracing held And the great love of a wrong Father fil'd , He Courts the Queen ; she strange affection shews , Fixing her eyes , lays in her lap ; nor knows What God betrai'd a wretch ; but Cupid is Mindfull of Venus , blotting by degrees Sychaeus out , and tries with lively love Fix'd thoughts , and resolutions to remove . After the feast was ended , all tooke downe , They mighty goblets place , and Bacchus crowne . The ample Pallace rung with noyses mix'd , And shining lamps to golden roofes were fix'd : Bright torches vanquish the dark night with fires . Here , rich with jems , and gold , the Queen requires A bowle with wine , which Belus us'd , and all From Belus sprung , then silence through the hall . O Jove ( for thou giv'st lawes to every guest ) To Tyrian , Trojans let this day be blest , And still observ'd by our posteritie : Glad Bacchus and good Juno , present be , You favouring Tyrians keep this feast , she said . And flowing honour on the table paid . Then having gently kist the swelling cup Gav 't Bitias , he the full gold soon turns up , And drench'd himselfe in the overflowing draught . Next other Peers : What greatest Atlas taught On 's golden harpe , long hair'd Iopas playes , Sols labours , and the moons , inconstant wayes , Whence man and beasts , whence showers , and lightning sprung , Wet kids , Arturus , Northern bears , he sung . Why winters suns haste so to touch the maine , And what delaies the tardie might restraine . Tyrians , and Trojans , praise with one consent . But the slow night , unhappy Dido spent In various discourse ; and long love quast : Oft asks of Priam , and of Hector oft , Now in what arms , Aurora's off-spring came , Of Diomeds horse , now of Achilles same . My guest from first originall relate Greeks trecheries ( she said ) and your own fate , And wandrings since , for now seaven years hath tost You on all shores , and drove to every coast .

THE SECOND BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS . THE ARGUMENT . APollo's priest the Trojan horse assailes . Sinons false storie , with seigned tears , prevailes . Laocoon and his sonnes by serpents slaine . The horse drawn in , the Greeks return againe . The City taken by their stratageme . Aeneas riseth from a troubled dreame , And gathers aid ; resistance makes in vaine ; The Pallace burnt , Polites , Priam slaine . Through sword , and fire , Veuus her son convaies . Glad Omens raise Anchises from delaies . Creusa lost , Aeneas from Troys sack , Ascends mount Ide , his father on his back . ALl silent , and with deep attention sate : Then thus the Prince spake from his bed of State . Unheard-of grïefs great Queen , you bid renew : How Troys unhappy Realm the Greeks o're-threw ; Whose sad destruction I my self have seen , And in her losse have no small sharer been . Which of the Dolops , Myrmidons , or fierce Ulysses souldier , such things to rehearse Could tears refrain ? and now the dewie night ●s almost spent , rest setting stars invite : But if that you desire our chance to know , And briefe would hear , Troys finall overthrow : Though at the thought such horror I within My wounded soule concerve yet , I le begin . Broken by war now many sliding years , And forc'd by fate ; at length the Graecian Peers A horse frame like a mountain , by divine Minerva's art , the sides with wrought firre joyne . They for return feigne vowes ; wide spreads that fame , Here secretly by lot , in the darke frame , Choice men th'inclose , and full the Caverns large , And the huge bellie , with arm'd Souldiers charge . In sight lay Tenedos , the I le well knowne By fame , and rich whilst Priam held the Crowne : Now but a bay , to Ships a faithlesse rode . Here they arriv'd , in desart shores abode . We thought them gone , and for Mycene steer'd : Therefore all Troy from her long griefe was cleer'd , Gates opend , to behold Greeke Camps they joyd , To visit coasts forsooke , and places voyd . Here Dolops , fierce Achilles there abode , Here they joyn'd battell , there the Navie rode . Some wonder at chast Pallas gift , accurst , And the huge horse admire . Thymetes first Bids draw't within the wall , place in the fane , Either by fraud , or such Troys fates ordaine . But Capys , and the graver heads , advise Those gifts suspected , and Greeke treacheries To drown i' th' Sea , and in the flames consume , Or vast caves pierce , and trie the hollow wombe . Th' inconstant route , in sides divided be . Laocoon first , with a great companie From a high tower ran chafing : then from far . What madnesse this ? thinke you Greeke presents are Without deceit ? believe the foe is gone ? O wretched men , is thus Ulysses known . Either in this inclosed Graecians hide , Or 'gainst our walls this Engine they provide To view our houses , and the towne to force : Some deceit lurks , Dardans trust not this Horse , What ere it is , Greeks bringing gifts I feare . This said , with huge strength he a mighty speare At the beasts side , and crooked belly flung : Trembling it fix'd , the mighty Caverns rung , The Bulke being struck , and hollow , grown within . Had fate so pleas'd , had we not senslesse been , He had Argolick dens with steele constrain'd : Now Troy had stood , and Priams high Towers remain'd . Behold ! mean while the Dardan Sheep-heards bring One bound with mighty clamours to the King . Who unknowne , fieely yeelds , this plot to lay , That he the towne might to the Greeks betray . Bold , and prepar'd for both , or to procure His ends , or most assured death indure . From all parts joyn'd , the youthfull Trojans flock , Glad to behold , by turnes the captive mock . Receive Greeks treacheries now ; and from one crime Learn all . For as amidst , troubled , disarm'd he stands , And casts his eyes round on the Phrygian bands . Ah what land now , or what sea entertaines A wretch ( he said ) for poore me what remains ? Who have no place in Greece , Trojans incens'd Expect with blood , now to be recompenc'd . With which complaint our minds are chang'd , all rage Comprest , we bid him tell his Parentage . What news : how they might trust him captive made , Then casting off all fear at length he said . All truths what ere , to thee great King will I Confesse , nor that I am a Greeke deny ; This first : though cruell fortune Synon hath Made wretched thus , she cannot false of faith . If you have heard of Palamedes name , From Belus sprung , his glory great by fame , Whom innocent , falsly the Greeks accus'd And by strange law , because he war refus'd Condemn'd to die , and him now dead lament . Hither at first , me my poore father sent In arms with him companion , neere of blood . Whilst safe he was at home , and his realms stood By counsell ; we , bore also name , and state . But afterward by slie Ulysses hate , I speak things known , he to the pale shades went , Griev'd , I my life in woe , and darknesse spent ; And mourn'd alone losse of my injur'd friend . Nor soolish held my tongue , what chance attend , If native Greece I ere touch conqueror , I vow'd revenge ; with words , sharp malice stir . Hence my first woes ; hence Ithac●s gave out New crimes to fright , spreads 'mongst the vulgar rout Ambiguous words , conscious plots new designes : Nor rests till Chalcas in his project joynes — Why triviall things recount I thus in vain ? Wherefore delay ? if all the Graecian strain You in one listesteem ? enough is told ? Now let me suffer , this Ulysses would , This with much treasure would Atrides buy . Then we grow earnest , to know how or why : Of such plots ignorant , and Pelasgian art . Who trembling thus proceeds with feigned heart . To raise their siege the Graecians oft desir'd , And Troy forsake by flight , with long war tir'd . ( And would they had ) whom ready , storms at Sea Did oft shut in , and rough winds terrifie . But more since we with ample beams did forme This horse , all heaven did thunder with a storme . Perplex'd , to th' Oracle , Euryphilus We sent , who these sad answers brought to us . The winds you first appeas'd with virgin blood , When first for Trojan shores , you Grecians stood : With blood you must , and a Greeke sacrifice Gain your return . When through the Camp this flies , Amazed through their bones shot trembling feare , Whom Phoebus meant , for whom such fates prepare . Ulysses here , with great stir , mid'st the bands From Prophet Calchas , asks the Gods Commands . Th' artists dire plot , many did to me Foretell , and wisely did the event foresee . Silent ten dayes , he cunning did refuse Any to name , and the sad Victime choose : At last , forc'd by Ulysses clamors , he Breaks silence , and to th' altars destins me . They all assent , what each himself did feare , Turn'd to the ruine of one wretch , they beare . Now came the fatall day , rites are design'd , Salt fruit they bring , my browes with garlands bind . I grant , I broke my bonds , fcapt death by flight , And hid with reeds , in a foule lake all night I lay : till they set saile , if so they would . No hope is left my Country to behold , Sweet Children , or deare father now , which may For my escape be cal'd , sad mulcts to pay , And my crime expiat with their own death . You by the gods , by sacred truth , by faith Inviolate , I pray ( if any be 'Mongst mortalls yet ) pitty my miserie , Pitty a wretch so great injustice beares . We grant both life , and pitty , to his teares . And Priam first his mannacles to ease And chains Commands ; and courteously said these . Who ere thou art , forget the Graecians gone : Thou shalt be ours ; but now these truths make known , Why plac'd they this huge horse ? who authours are ? What would they ? sacred i' st , or worke of war ? Then skil'd in arts , and Graecian treacheries , His hands unbound he raiseth to the skies . Eternall fires , you powers from violence free , Altars , dire swords I scap'd , my witnesse be , And the Gods wreaths , which me your offering crown'd : Now from our sacred oath I am unbound , Now I may hate the Greeks , and all things hid Disclose ; nor hath our Countreys lawes forbid . If thou keep promise , if thou Troy prove true , If truths , if great things I repay to you . The Greeks chiefe hopes , and confidence was laid Since first this war begun , in Pallas aid . But since that impious Diomed conjoyn'd With Ithacus , who all curst plots design'd , Fatall Palladium from the sacred fane Entring they snatch'd , the high towers warders slain , Tooke the blest image , and with bloody hand Rudely the virgin fillets then prophan'd , The Graecian hopes ran backward , and declind . Broken their strength a verse the Goddesse mind . Nor gave she fignes by doubtfull prodigies : Scarce plac'd within our campe , her burning eyes Shine with bright flames ; and from her body flows Salt sweat , and wondrous , thrice from ground she rose , Bearing her target , and her trembling speare . Calchas cries streight , to Sea they must repaire , Nor Graecian arms , should conquer Troy , unlesse The Omens , and the Power return to Greece , Which they with them to Sea in vast keels brought . Native Micene now with faire winds is sought . Arms , Gods , and friends , prepar'd ; remeasuring Seas Soone they returne : thus Calchas ordered these . This , being advis'd , they for Palladium left , For th' injur'd Power , to expiate the theft . This mighty frame , Calchas bid reare so high , And ribd with oke commands to touch the skie , Lest it within your ports , or walls attaine , Lest her old love , it should your Nation gaine . But if Minerva's gift you violate , Great woes ( which may the Gods on them translate ) The Phrygians shall , and Priams Realms attend . But by your hands if this your feats ascend , Asia 'gainst Greece , shall mighty wars maintaine , And for our off-spring , shall those fates remaine . Thus perjur'd Sinons craft , beliefe prepares , And vanquish'd those , with fraud , and feigned tears , Whom neither Diomed , Achilles , nor A thousand Ships could tame , nor ten years war. But now a chance fell out of greater dread , And their distracted minds astonish'd . In stead of Neptunes priest the annuall due A bull Laocoon at the Altar slew . Behold from Tenidos , two huge Serpents came , ( I shake to mention ) through calme Seas they swam , And took the deep : to shore at once they bend , Their breasts erected , bloody necks extend Above the floods , their sterns divide the maine , Winding long backs , with a voluminous traine . The fomie brine resounds , to shore they came , Their burning eyes speckled with blood , and flame , And bissing mouths lick with a brandish'd tongue . Pale at the sight we fly : they march along , Laocom seeke ; and first the slonder wast Of his two Sons the winding Snakes imbrac'd , And on the childrens wretched members fed . Next him , for aide with weapons furnished They seiz'd ; bind with huge spires : and now twice could About his waste , twicescaly backs infold His neck , above his head tall creasts they reare . With both his hands he strives those knots to teare , And with foule blood ; and gore his garlands dies , And to the Stars at once rais'd horrid cries . So rores a hurt Bull , having Altars fled , And the incertain axe shooke from his head . But the two Serpents to the high Fane went , And crawling to sterne Pallas temple bent : Under the Goddesse feet , and targe hide . Then through our trembling breasts strange terrors glide , The Trojans say , Laocoon had his due , Who at the sacred Oke his javlin threw , And at the side did cast an impious speare . All cry to sacred seats the image beare , And on the Goddesse call . We break our Rampiers , and our Walls divide , All ply the worke , cords to the neck are tide , Wheeles to the feet , the fatall frame aspires , Pregnant with arms , boyes , virgins , round in Quires Chaunt sacred hymns , and touch the ropes with joy . It goes , and inennacing it enters Troy . O Country , Troy , where Gods once masions found ; And , O you Dardan walls , in war renound ! Foure times in th' entrance of the gates it hung ; Foure times within the clash of harnesse rung : Yet we , blind , senselesse , draw with all our power The unhappy monster , to the sacred tower . Cassandra then , these future fates foretold , Whom Trojans ne're believ'd , so Phoebus would . Poore we to whom that day must be the last , Each where , with festive bows , the temples grac'd . But now the heavens were turn'd ; night rose from Seas , Shading earth , skies , and Grecian treacheries . Trojans dispearc'd lay silent on the walls , And deep sleep on their wearie bodies falls . And now in Ships prepar'd the Argive band From Tenedos saile , and steere the well-known strand , Following by friendly silence of the Moone The Admiralls light : Synon forewarnd , as soone ( Sav'd by ill fates ) frees , from a dore of Pines The Greeks inclos'd ; whom now the horse resignes To the fresh aire : glad , from the hollow oke , Tisandrus , Sthenelus , fierce Ulysses broke , Athamas , Thoas , Pyrrhus , Machaon , And Menelaus , by long ropes slide downe , With Epeus , who the engine did designe . Th'invade the town , buried in sleep , and wine , The watch was slain , and they by open gates Receive their friends , and joyn to their known mates . It was the time , first sleep the weary soule Possest , and heavens best gift on mortalls stole . Behold ! most sadly Hector then appears To me in sleep , shedding abundant tears : Drag'd at a chariot , black with bloody dust As e'rst , and through his swoln feet reines were thrust . Ah! how much chang'd , how from that Hector , whom Achilles spoyles once grac'd , returning home . Or darting Phrygian fire , on th' Argive Fleet. Squallid his beard , his haire with blood concrete , Bearing those wounds , those many , ne're Troys wall , He had receiv'd , weeping I seeme to call The man , and thus sad speeches did commence . O Dardan light ! O Troys chiefe confidence ! Why such delayes ? O Hector from what coast Com'st thou desir'd ? that thee , so many lost , After such labours , of the town , and men , Weary we view : what sad chance thy serene Looks hath defil'd ? or why those wounds view I ? But he to vain demands made no reply . But fetching deep from 's breast a heavy grone Ah flie , he said , from fire scape Venus sonne . Troys high towers sinke , the walls the Graecians have . Enough for her , and Priam , could strength save Ilium , this hand had sav'd her ; and now she Her sacred things , and Gods commends to thee , Take these companions of thy fates , with these Build a great City , having past the Seas . This said , he wreaths , and mighty Vesta brought , And fires eternall from her sacred vault . Mean while with various cries the walls resound , And more and more ( although in shady ground My fathers house remote obscurely lay ) Loud noyse drawes neer , and clashing arms dismay . I shake off sleep , and mount the battlement With speedy steps , and stood with ears intent . As when with rough winds , fire , in standing corne , Or mountaine floods , with a rapt torrent borne , Drounds the ranck●orn and meads , toyles of the oxe , Woods head-long sweeps : amaz'd , on lofty rocks , The shepheard ignorant , receives the sound . Then faith was manifest , and Greeks treason found . Deiphobus ample frames now overturns By Vulcans rage and next Ucaligon's burns , With fire now shine the broad Sigean Baies , The trumpets sound , men higher clamors raise . Mad I take arms , arm'd voyd of counsell , then To aid the tower , with friends to gather men My bosome burns : rage , fury , judgement charms ; And we conceive it brave to dye in arms . Panthus , behold ! escap'd the enemies , Apollo's priest , Panthus Otriades , Bearing things sacred , vanquish'd gods , he led His Nephew , and toth ' shore distracted fled . How stand things Panthus ? what fort doe we hold ? Scarce said . with a deep sigh thus much he told . The last dayes come , Troys unavoided date ; Trojans we were , Troy was , and the high state Of Troy hath been : Jove , cruell , all to Greece Transfers , and Greeks the burning town possesse . That horse within the walls , that mighty frame Powres forth arm'd men , bold Synon stirs the flame Insulting others open gates possesse , So many thousands never came from Greece . Some on both sides the narrow passes guard , And drawn swords shining stand , to kill prepar'd . The watches of the out-workes they invade , Who in disorder weake resistance made . With Panthus words , and ayd of Gods I passe Through flames , through arms , where sad Erynnis was . Where sorrow calls , and clamours heaven ascend . Ripheus , old Iphitus , companions joynd , By Moon-light brought , Dymas , and Hypanis , Throng to our side , and young Migdonidis , Who in those dayes by chance to Ilium came , Whom with fond love , Cassandra did inflame . The haplesse son brought Troy and Priam aid , But prophesies of the inspired maid Did not regard . Yet when I saw a fight they durst maintain , Bold youth , I said , your valour is in vain , To save the burning town , if you desire To meet your certain death , bravely t' expire ; You see the chance ; those kept this Realm , our Gods Their altars have forsook , and blest abodes ; Then let 's incounter death , fall bravely on , Vanquish'd mens safety is to hope for none . Our youth being thus inrag'd , as in dark night Wolves ravening hunt , spur'd by fierce appetite , Their whelps being left , wait with dry jawes ; so we Through weapons rush , rush through the enemie To certain death , and through the City made , Black night surrounding with a hollow shade . Who can the cruell funeralls of that night Declare ? with equall tears those woes recite ? Th' old City falls , potent so many years : In every street , flaughter in heaps appears , Bodies in houses , sacred temples , thrown . Nor did the Trojans suffer death alone , The vanquished their courages recall , And now the Graecian conquerors doe fall : In all parts cruell grief , in all parts feare , And various shapes of death was every where . Androgeus first of all , the Greeks came up To us , and follow'd with a mighty troop , He unadvised for his friends did take , And first with courteous language freely spake . Hast sirs , O sloathfull , what delayes you thus Whilst others ransack , burning Pergamus , March you but now , from the tall fleet ? ( this said ) And straight ( for we but doubtfull answers made ) Perceives himself ingag'd , amidst his foes , And with the word astonisht backward goes , As one who on a Serpent 'mongst sharp briers Treads unawares , and frighted straight retires From his rais'd wrath , and purple swelling head ; So at the sight Androgeus frighted fled . We fiercely charge , and round about them drew ; Amaz'd , and ignorant of the place orethrew : And fortune did , this our first service aid . Here heightned with successe Chorabus said , O friends , where our first fortune way hath shewn For safety take , as she directs let 's on . Let us change shields , in Graeoian armour go ; Who fraud or valour questions in a foe ? These shall give arms , thus saying he assumes Androgeus glittering shield and crested plumes ; And fits an Argive sword unto his thigh . This Ripheus . Dymas , all the company : Each arm'd himself in recent spoilcs with joy , Then mix'd with Greeks , wanting our Deity , And through nights gloomy shades , oft on we fell , And many a Graecian soul we sent to hell . Some fly to th' Ships , and swift to safe shores bend , Others with base fear struck , again ascend The mighty horse , and in the known bulk hide . Ah , who may hope if by the Gods deni'd ! Cassandra lo ! the Priamaenian maid , From Pallas temple drag'd , her hair displaid , To heaven her bright eyes raising then in vain ; Her eyes , for cords her tender hands restrain . Inrag'd Choraebus not induring this Willing to die , leaps midst his enemies , All after rush , 'mongst thickest squadrons went . Here first by darts from the high temple sent , Our own destroy us , and sad slaughters make , By change of Arms and Graecian helms mistake The Graectans gather , stir'd with griefe and rage , And for the rescu'd Virgin all ingage . Then both th' Atrides , and his men drew up Fierce Ajax and the sterne Dolopian troupe . So advers winds , contest with all their force ; West , South , and Eurus , on his Eastern horse : The woods resound , and fomie Nereus raves , And with his trydent stirs up dreadfull waves . Those we by stratagem had overthrown , And by nights help chac'd round about the town , Appeare , and first they knew our feigned arms , The difference of our language , and alarms . We are ore-powr'd ; and first at Pallas fane Chorebus was , by Peneleus slaine . Next Ripheus fell , most faithfull to his trust : Nor in all Troy was known a man more just : Though by the Gods otherwise look'd upon . Hypanis , Dymas , were by friends orethrowne , Nor Phoebus Myter could deliver thee Panthus from death , nor thy great pietie . Troyes ashes witnesse , and last flames of mine , If in your fall I danger did decline , Or Graectan force : death , had my fate been full , This hand did merit . Thence with us we pull Iphitus , Pelias , I phitus age detain'd , Pelias a wound he from Ulysses gain'd . Hence clamor calls to Priams Pallace , there A huge fight was , as if no war else-where , Nor in the whole town other funeralls . So untam'd Mars , Greeks rushing to the walls We saw strong gates with testudes they assaile , High pillars climb , and walls with sadders scale ; Shields their left hands protect , oppose defence 'Gainst darts , their right hands seize the battlements . Dardans resist ; down roofes , and towres they cast And with such arms , since they behold their last , Prepare to save themselves in deaths extreams : High honours of old Princes , golden beams They tumble down ; others with drawn swords stood To keep the gates , and with strong guards make good . Courage restor'd , we to the Pallace made , To joyn our force , and give the vanquish'd aid . There was a porch with private gates , a way Well known in Court , behind the pillars lay ; Often by which , whilst Ilium did remaine Haplesse Andromache , without a traine Old Priam us'd to visit , and did bring Her son Astyanax , to delight the King . Straight I this way the battlements ascend , From whence in vain their darts the Trojans spend . There was a towre erected wonderous high , And with proud Bulworks seem'd to kisse the skie , From whence all Troy accustomed to see The Campe , and Navie of the enemie . This with my sword I loos'd , and on that part Wherre jutting beams did from their mortisse start , We gave a shove ; when sudden from that hight Thundring it fell , and on the Greeks did light : But fresh men Charge , nor stones , nor any kind Of weapons ceast mean while . Pyrrhus just at the entrance in the passe Triumphs in arms , and shines in glittering brasse . So in the Spring a sterved Snake comes forth , Whom swoln , cold Winter drove beneath the earth ; Now having cast his skin , he fresh appears With skining youth , and proud his bosome rears In towrie windings to the cheering South , His triple stings , brandishing in his mouth . With him huge Periphas , Automedon Achilles Charioteere , and Squire comes on ; These seconded by all the Scyrian bands , Who on the roofes cast fire , and flaming brands . Through strong gates first , he with an ax did passe , And from the hinges tore down beams of brasse , Then hews huge pillars , cleaving knotty oke , And a large breach with a wide passage broke . The house within appears , long halls unfold , Prtams bed-chamber , and the Kings of old ; The entrance they might see , arm'd souldiers guard , Within mix'd tumults , and loud skreeks are heard , The arched seelings howl with female cries , And c'amours to the golden starres arise . Then fearfull Matrons through vast buildings mix'd The posts imbracing held , and kisses six'd . With 's fathers strength , Pyrrhus maintains the fight , Nor guards nor rampires , can resist his might : Gates with his battering Ram are overthrown , And from their hinges Jaumes are tumbled down . They force their way : the first they meet they kill , And royall Courts the basest souldiers fill . A soaming river not so fiercely goes , When breaking forth , his bancks he overthrowes : And on the plaines with hostile billowes falls , Bearing with him , both carrell and then stalls . I saw how slaughtering Pyrrhus was inrag'd : To enter how th' Atrides were ingag'd : The Queen , a hundred Ladies , Priam view'd , And fires he hallow'd , with 's own blood imbrew'd . He fifty Daughters did with marriage grace , Such hopes there was of his illustrious race . Beams rich with gold , and spoyles fall by their ire , And Greeks posses what 's not possest by fire . But here you may inquire of Priams fates , When Troy he saw was taken , and his gates Torn down , through all the Court the foe to rage : Arms long unworn , th' old man , trembling with age Girds on in vain ; a uselesse sword he takes , And desperate , where the foe was thickest , makes . Amidst the court , under heavens canopie An Altar stood , an antient Laurell nigh Imbrac'd the Gods with a declining shade : Hither in vain , the Queen and Daughters fled . But when in youthfull arms she Priam spide . Oh! my most wretched husband ( straight she cride : ) What counsell thee to put on arms did move ? Into what danger dost thou run dear love ? These times no such defenders will allow , No , if my Hector should be present now . Draw neer : this altar may protect us all , Or here in death we will together fall . Then she her husband by the hand did bring , And plac'd in sacred seats the aged King . Behold ! Polytes one of Priams sons Having escap'd from slaughtering Pyrrhus runs Wounded to seek some sheltring place , he flyes Through arms , through foes , courts , and long galleries , Whom raging Pyrrhus did with arms pursue : Now takes and strikes him with his javeline through . At last as in his parents sight he stood , He fell and powres his soule out with much blood . Here Priam though beset with death , abstain'd Neither from language , nor his wrath restrain'd . The Gods for this , who such a bold act dar'd , If any power in heaven such things reguard , They 'l recompence , and due rewards bequeath To thee , who forc'd me see my dear sons death , And with his blood the Parents face defild . Achilles , whom thou father false hast stild Was no such foe to me , he blush'd when I Implor'd the law of arms , nor did denie Hectors pale corps should have a native tombe , And me again sent with a convoy home . This said , th' old man , a feeble javlin threw , Which could not pierce his sounding target through : But on the bosse did hang the harmlesse speare , Then Pyrrhus said : this newes my father beare , My cruell deeds remember to relate ; And how that I his sonne degenerate . For thou shalt die ; as soon as this he said , Through his sons blood , he dragging him convai'd Trembling to th' altars : then his haire he wreathes In his left hand , his right his sword unsheathes , Which to the hilts he buries in his side . So finish'd Priams fates , and thus he dide , Seeing Ilium burn , whose proud Commands did sway So many potent Realms in Asia . Now on the strand his sacred bodie lies Headlesse without a name or obsequies . Amaz'd , then first strange feare surrounded me , I on my father thought , when I did see The equall aged King give up his life With a sad wound , and my neglected wife , My rifled house , and poore Iulus chance . Round I behold , what force I could advance ; All weary had forsooke me , and leapt downe , Or in the flames , their wretched bodies throwne . Now by my selfe ; in Vesta's porch I found Helen conceal'd , silent , on sacred ground Close hid she lay : a light those burnings vast Me wandring gave , as round my eyes I cast . She for Troys fall expects the Trojans sword , Greeke censures , wrath , of her forsaken Lord . Common Erynnis both to Greece and Troy , Obscure , and hated did at Altars lye . My mind inflames , rage my revenge did call . To give her punishments for my countries fall . Shall safely she behold her native soyle ? A Queen in Sparta triumph in our spoyle ? Her husband , court , children and parents see ? Shall Trojan Dames , Phrygtans her servants be ? Priam by th' sword fall ? flames destroy his seat ? So oft with blood the Dardan confines sweat ? Not so . Although no memorable name Have female punishments , or such conquests fame ; Yet I 'le be prais'd to punish , nay to kill So curst a wretch ; I 'll satisfie my will Flames to revenge , and my friends ashes please . With rage I was transported saying these . When my blest mother did to me appeare , Never before in night she shind more cleere . Goddesse confest ; such , and so great , as she Is seen to those above ; and wringing me Fast by the hand , from rosie lips she said , Deare Son , what rage hath such distemper made ? Why rav'st thou thus ? and where are our respects ? Nor look'st thou first , where bedrid thou neglects Anchises now ? lives thy Creusa yet ? And young . Ascanius ? which the Greeks beset On all sides round : did not I aid afford , Flames had devour'd them , or the enemies sword . Nor Helens beauty blame , nor Paris hate , The Gods , the Gods incens'd o'rethrow this seat , And from her deep foundations ruin Troy . Behold ( for all these clouds which thus anoy Thy mortall sight , and thus thick mists display I shall remove , nor feare thou to obey Thy mothers will , nor her Commands resist . ) Here where faln heaps , stones torne from stones thou leest Lie mix'd with ashes thus , and waving smoke , Neptune the walls with his great trident shooke , And the whole City turns up from her seats . Here cruell Juno guards the Scaean gates ; And raging from the Fleet her favourites calls , Guirt with a sword . On high towres plac'd thou mayst Trytonia spie , In a bright cloud , the cruell Gorgon by . With strength , and courage , Jove the Greeks supplyes , And 'gainst Troys arms excites the Deities . Fly son , thy Labours finish , I 'le be neer , And safe thee to thy fathers thresholds beare . Then she her self in nights dark shades conceal'd , And cruell shapes , great Deities reveal'd Themselves a verse to Troy . And now all Ilium seems in flames to burn . Neptunian Troys foundations over-turn . As an old ash hath lostie mountains crown'd , With frequent axes hew'd , with steele cut round By striving swaines : she threatning nods , and now She shakes her tresses with a trembling brow , Till vanquished with wounds she gives a grone , And from the mountaine torne , lyes overthrowne . Thence led by her , I passe through foes , and fire . Weapons give place , and horrid flames retire . But when to our paternall seats I came , Our antient house , my father , my first aime , First sought to carry to the mountaines , he Refus'd to live , and would no exile be Ilium destroy'd : you in whose youthfull veines , He said , fresh blood flows , solid strength remaines , Take you your flight . If heaven would spare my life , these seats for me Had been preserv'd ; it is too much , I see One fall , once to out-live this City took : Thus let , O thus the bedrid be forsook . I shall find death pitied by foes , who shall My spoiles seeke ; Losse of Sepulcher is small . Hated by heaven , uselesse I live , since when The Father of the Gods , and King of men With thunder struck , with lightning blasted me . Thus he discours'd , and fixt remaind : whilst we Are drown'd in tears , my wife , Ascanius , With all the house , lest his delayes , might us With him destroy , tempting , to urgent fate . Yet he denies , fix'd in one posture sate . I arm again , and wretched wish to die . What avails counsell , what can chance supply . Think you dear Sir , I 'le stir , you left behind ; Can such strange words fall from a fathers mind ? If nothing heaven of such a town will leave , And you and yours you 'l to Troyes ruines give , That death is neer , from Priams slaughter now Pyrrhus will come , who at the altar slew The father , and the Sonne before the Sire . For this blest mother , me through sword and fire Didst bring ? To see my foe within my house , My father , wife , and young Ascanius Behold in one anothers blood ly dead . Arm , arm , the last houre calls the vanquished . Let me return and seek the enemie , Nor shall we now all unrevenged die . Here I gird on my sword , my target brace To my left arm , ready to leave the place . Loe ! then my wife , clings fast unto my knee , Just in the Porch , and shews my sonne to me . Go'st thou to die , take us through all alarms , But if expert thou 'st confidence in arms , First guard this house , Ascanius now contains , Where father , wife , once called thine , remains . At this the house rung with a wofull cry ; When straight appears a wondrous prodigy . Betwixt our hands , in the sad parents sight , Lo ! from Julus crown a flaming light Was seen to rise , and harmlesse fire did spread With a soft touch , and round his temples fed . We frighted haste to shake the flagrant hair , Water to quench the sacred flame prepare . But to the stars Anchises lift his eyes , His voice and hands advancing to the skies . Almighty Jove , if any prayer move thee , Look down , if we deserve for piety : Confirm this signe , O father , and grant aid . Scarce th' old man thus , when straight it thundered On the left hand , gliding through shades , from skies A starre shoots blazing , and with much light flies , Which we beheld o'r the high roofs to move , And our course marking to th' Idean grove Conceal'd it self , then in a furrow broke And shining made those parts with sulphure , smoke . My father now perswaded left his bed , Adores the sacred starre , Gods worshipped ; Haste , now I follow whether you shall please , O save our house , and race , you Deities , This is your Omen , Troy is yours ; O Son , I yeild , and go now thy companion . Then from the walls , we hear the crackling flame Louder to sound , and neer the burnings came . Dear father on my neck your self sustain , Lay here your weight , such labour is no pain : What ever chance , one common danger we Shall equall share , to both one safety be . I shall Ascanius my companion choose , Dear wife observe my steps , but distance use , And you my servants list to my commands . Neer Troy a tomb , an antient temple stands , Of slighted Ceres , an old Cypres nigh , Which long your grandsires kept religiously , By severall wayes , to this let us repair . OurGods , and sacred things , dear father beare : For me unfit to touch , return'd from blood And so great battels , till the living flood Cleanse me again . Then o're my shoulder and my neck I ti'd Above my vest a yellow lions hide . I take the load , Ascanius did embrace My hand , and follow'd with unequall pace . My wife behind , we past through parts obscure : I who before durst showres of darts indure And adverse ranks of thickest Greeks ; now feare , Each breath of wind , the smallest noise I heare ; Alike both for my sonne and burthen dread . I reach the gates , long wayes are vanquished , When sound of trampling feet our ears invades , My father spies them through the gloomy shades , And cries aloud , O sonne , fly , they draw neer , Their shining arms , and glittering shields appear . Nor can I give account what God unkind Trembling , amaz'd , did here distract my mind , Whilst uncouth wayes I choose , lest the known coast , Ah , by sad fate I my Creusa lost . Whether she dide , did stray , and tir'd gave ore Her journey , but I saw her face no more ; Nor lookt behind , nor mist her till we come To sacred seats , and antient Ceres tombe : Here we all met , one onely thus bereav'd , Who me , her father , and her sonne deceiv'd , What God or man did not my frenzie call In question , what worse chance , since Iliums fall ? My sonne , my father , and our Gods I did Leave with my friends , and in a valley hid . Troy I revisit , gird on shining arms All dangers to renew , through all alarms Ilium to search , again past danger trie . The walls I first , then gloomy gates draw nigh ; Obscur'd with night , back step by step I went With wary pace , and eyes as vigilant . Horror each where , nay filence strikes a feare . Thence home , hoping by chance to find her there . Through all the roofes , the cruell Greeks I had , And eating fire rowl'd to the tops with wind : Then flames ascend , fire towreth in th' aire . To Priams seats , and pallace I repaire . There Phoenix , dyre Ulysses , guard the spoils In Juno's temple and forsaken isles . From all parts hither Dardan treasure came , Sav'd from Gods tables , temples sunk in flame : Goblets of gold , rich robes in heaps are laid ; Youth , fearfull matrons , orderly array'd Stand round about . Bold , also I the streets with clamour fill , And call through shades , ingeminating still Agen in vain , agen Creusa . Hear To me in quest , thus raging every where Appears her shade , and sad similitude : And her known form a larger shape indu'd . Amaz'd , struck dumb , erected was my hair . When thus she spake with words appeasing care . Why so much pleaseth thee a task so vain ? O my dear Lord , since thus the Gods ordain . Neither must thou transport me from these strands ; The King of high Olympus countermands . Thou shalt long exile plow vast seas , before Hesperia's found , where through a fertile shore The Lydian Tybers gentle waters glide . Glad things wait there , a Realm , a royall Bride . Spare for thy lov'd Creusa tears ; for I Dolops proud seats , nor Myrmidons shall see , Or go a slave to Graecian Dames commands , Alli'd to Dardan and blest Venus . The Gods great mother staies me on these strands . Farewell and love our onely sonne . Me then Weeping and much prepar'd to speak agen , She left , in thin aire vanish'd ; thrice I assaid T' embrace her neck , three times the fleeting shade In vaine I with extended arms assaile , Which like a swift dream flies , or nimble gale . Then I revisit night thus spent my mates , Where was huge troopes of new associates , Men , women , youth numbers admiring found , And wofull vulgar to sad exile bound , From all parts met , ready with aide , and mind , To saile what lands soever I design'd . When the day starre from high brow'd Ida rise Ushering the morn , our gates the enemies Kept with strong guards : no hope left , I retire And take the hills , bearing my aged sire .

THE THIRD BOOKE OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS . THE ARGUMENT . TOrne mirtle bleeds ; slain Polydor complains , Not from a tree , blood flows , but from his veins His rites perform'd they leave the Thracianish To Delos soile , Apollo they implore . Phoebus mistook , they plant in Creet : from thence Admonish'd by a dream , and pestilence They launch again , a storme at Sea . the seats Of Ravenous Harpies . dire Celaenos threats . Helenus ; Priams sonne , in Epire reignes T' Andromache match'd , and Trojans entertaines . He shews what coasts of Latium they must steere . Aetna , the Cyclops , Polypheme appeare . To sad Dyrachium next Aeneas bends , Thence drove to Lybia , where his story ends . AFter the Gods had pleas'd the Asian State And Priams guiltlesse line t'exterminate , Proud Ilium falne , Troy smoking on the ground : To strange shores , divers exiles we are bound By auguries of the Gods , and Ships provide Neer to Antandrous , under Phrygian Ide , Not knowing where to plant , what course to run ; We gather men : scarce was the Spring begun , When to set sail to Fates , my sire commands . Weeping I leave the Port , and native strands , Fields where Troy was , exil'd am born through seas With friends , my son , Lars and great Deities . Far off the Thracians plow a warlike land And vast , which once Lycurgus did command : Troys antient friends , joyn'd with associat gods , Whilst fortune smil'd : here I our first abodes Brought by crosse fates , on winding shores did build : Which I Aeneades by my own name stil'd . To my blest mother , and Gods favouring Our enterprise , and to heavens mighty King , Upon those shores a snowy bull I slew . By chance a hill was nigh where Cornel grew , Whose top rough mirtle with thick prickles bore : I went , and from the earth green branches tore , That I with verdant bowes might th' altars dresse , A prodigy no language can expresse I saw : From the first plant which up I tore , The roots being broke ; drops gush'd of purple gore , And stain'd the earth with blood : cold fear my knees Did shake , my veins congeal'd with terror freese . Again I pluck'd another tender bow , That better I might hidden causes know , And this rinde also a black blood did sweat . Amaz'd I humbly rurall nymphs intreat , And powerfull Murs , who rules the Getick field , To blesse the signe : the Omen prosperous yeild . On a third after my whole strength I true , And with my knees on th' earth did strugling lie . Shall I be dumb or speak ? a grone I heare Sound from beneath , and these words piere'd my eare . Why tear'st thou me Aeneas ? spare the dead ; Prophane not pious hands : Troy hath not bred Me strange to thee ; from no root flows this gore . Fly cruell coasts , ah fly this treacherous shore . I 'm Polydore , this iron crop of spears Hides me here slaine , and cruell javelins bears . Then was my mind perplex'd with doubtfull scar , Amaz'd struck dumb , erected was my haire . This Polydorus with vast summes of gold Unhappy Priam secretly of old Sent to the King of Thrace : but when he found Trojan arms fail , and Troy beleaguer'd round , The Dardan fortune , and her power declin'd , With conquering arms , and Agamemnon joyn'd . Breaks laws , kills him , and wealth with blood did gain . Dire thirst of gold , what dost not thou constrain In mortall breasts ! When lessened was my fear , I to my father , and prime men declare The prodigy , and their advises crave . All vote as one , those impious shores to leave , And with full sails from tainted friendship fly . We Polydore interre , his monument high With earth erect , to Ghosts sad altars plac'd With mourning garlands and black Cypresse grac'd . Round Ilium dames with flowing tresses stood : Cups flowing with warm milk , and sacred blood We as the custome offer , and we lay The soule intomb , then lowd , last rites we pay . Whence , when we first might trust the sea again , Soft Southern breezes calling to the main , The waves appeas'd , we launch , and fill the strands , The Port forsake , Cities retrcit and lands . A sacred Isle is plac'd amidst the seas Pleasing the mother of Neriades And the Aegaean Neptune most : this land , The heavenly Archer wandring to each strand , With lofty Mycon then and Gyaros binds , Made firme to dwell in , and contemne the winds . Here landing , a safe Port , and pleasant shore W'injoy'd , Apollo's Citie we adore . King Anias , Phoebus priest , and King of men Crown'd with blest wreathes , and Laurell met us then , And streight his antient friend Anchises knew . We joyne right hands , and to the Pallace drew . In his old temple Phoebus I implore . He would safe dwellings to the tirde restore ; A stock , a lasting City grant unto The poore remains of Troy : all that the foe And fierce Achilles rage hath sparde : what way , Now must we seek ? whom follow ? or where lay The next foundations ? Father now impart One blessed Omen , and revive our heart . Scarce said , when suddenly the temple shakes , Apollo's Laurell , the whole mountain quakes ; Within the Tripos rung : prostrate to ground We fall , when to our ears approch'd this sound . That land , bold Dardans , did your sires maintaine , The same with joy shall cherish you again : Seek your old mother ; there the Trojans shall For endlesse generations governe all . Thus Phoebus , then with joy , they all demand , And noise confus'd , where was that happy land , Apol'o to the wanderers had design'd . My father then , calling old things to mind . O Peeres ( he said ) your hopes now understand : Creete plac'd amid'st the Sea , is great Jove's land ; Mount Ida there , from thence we sprung ; this Isle A hundred Cities hath , a most rich soyle ; Hence our great sire , ( hath not my memory faild ) First Teucrus to the Rhetian Kingdoms saild , And sought a Realme ; Ilium as yet unbuilt , And Pergam towers , they in low valleys dwelt . Hence Cybele , the Choribants , the hill Ida : with silence at the altars still . The Goddesse Chariot with joyn'd Lyons drawne . Therefore where heaven Commands , let us goe on , Appease the winds , for Gnossian Kingdomes steere , Nor long 's the course , if so please Jupiter , O●r ships in three dayes may reach Creete . This said He deserv'd honours on the altars payd : A bull to Neptune , such was Phoebus right To storms a black sheep to faire winds a white . Fame flyes that driven from his fathers seat , Idomeneus left deserted Creet , Lands and Courts , vacant of an enemy . We leave Ortygian Ports through Seas we fly , And green Denysa , Naxus viny head , Olearus , and white Parus , Cyclads spread Through seas , and floods , thick set with Iles we steer'd . The Saylers raise their cry , and their Mates cheer'd . Now let 's to Creet , our Gransires countrey sayle ; When at our sterne attends a rising g●le . And then to th' ancient Curets shores we run . The wish'd for Cities , walls I there begun ; Stil'de Pergamus ; our men pleas'd with the name , I call to serve the gods , and high towres frame . And now our Fleet was drawn high on the sands , While in the choosing of new wives , and lands Our young men were employd , to whom I soon Gave lawes , and severall habitation . When on the sudden a most sad disease , By heavens corrupted influence did seize The trees , and corne , 't was a destructive yeare . They die , or at the best , faint bodies beare ; Hot Syrius scorcheth then the barren fields ; The grasse is burnt , nor food the parch'd earth yeilds ; To th' Oracle my father then would have Us goe , and put to Sea , there pardon crave : What end our toyles should have , where his command Bids them they should addresse , for what course stand . 'T was night , when sleep profound did mortalls seize , Gods sacred formes , and Phrygian deities Which I from Troy , and through the burning towne Had brought , appear'd before me then laid down To take my rest , cleer by much light displai'd , Which through the windows the full Moon convaid . Then thus they spake , with these did ease my care . What Phoebus at Ortygia would declare , Lo ! here he sings , and us to thee did send . We through Troys flame , did thee , thy arms attend , We in ships measur'd the rough seas with thee : And to the stars shall raise thy Progenie ; And give thy city rule ; great walls prepare For greater things ; long flight , nor labour spare : Change seats , Apalla not advis'd these lands , Nor thee to plant in Creet tho God commands . There is a place the Greeks Hesperia stile , Aenotrians till , a rich and potent soile , An antient land , posterity , ( they same , ) Since cal'd it Italie , from their Captains name : These are our proper seats hence Dardan first , Old Jasius sprung this place our grandsires must . Rise , let thy aged father understand These truths , Corytus seek , Ausonia's strand : For Jove Dictean fields denyes to thee . Such visions , speaking Gods astenish me , Nor was it sleep , their visages I knew , Their vailed haires , and present faces view . Cold sweat then flows through all my limbs , I rise , My hands , and voyce , extending to the skies , And did due offerings pay ; which done to old Anchises every circumstance I told . He knows the double stock , the doubtfull race , Sees his new error of the antient place . Then said , Dear son , busies in Troys affaire , Cassandra only did such fates declare , Now I recall , these Kingdomes she foretold Due to our race , and oft Hesperia would , Oft Italie name , but who could understand , Trojans must come to the Ausonian strand ? Or whom could then divine Cassandra move ? Phoebus obey , best things advis'd , approve . This said , all glad performe what was injoyn'd . This seat we leave , a few being left behind , Set saile , in hollow keeles through vast Seas bore . After we took the main , nor any more Countreys appeare ; every where sea , and skies ; With night and tempest big a clowd did rise : The water horrid with the darknesse growes ; Winds rowle huge waves , and mighty seas arose . We through vast gulphs are tost , stormes hide the day , And heaven is to the hurnid night a prey : Flames breaking often from the gaping clowds . Drove from our course , we wander through dark floods : Nor Palinurus knows in such a skie Or day , or night , or what course now to ply ; Three dayes uncertain , with blind mists we erre , As many nights wander without a star . The fourth day we did rising land behold , And far-off hills , which wandring clouds infold . Sailes struck , with ores the lusty Sea-men sweep The foaming waves , and brush the azure deep . Escap'd the floods , first me the Strophades Receiv'd , Isles mid'st the great Ionean Seas Greeks call the Strophades , which Celaeno tooke , And other Harpies , after they forsooke Phineas bar'd gates , and former boards through feare . No monsters are like these , nor more severe , A plague , or wrath of God , ere rose from Styx ; The foule are Virgin-fac'd a loathsome flix Works on them still , hook'd clawes , and alwaies pale With hunger vex'd . This having reach'd , we for the harbor stand , When we beheld fat heards about the strand , And shaggie goats , no heardsman , on we fall Streight with our swords , the Gods , and Jove we call To share the prey : then tables we prepare On winding shores ; and highly feasted were . When from the hills , did dreadfull Harpies rise , And swift they shake their wings , with hideous cries ; Our meat they seize , and with foule tallons rend , And with a putrid breath dire skreeches send . Far more with-drawne , under Arch'd rocks shut in With trees , and with a horrid shade , agen Tables we spread , Altars with fire supplide . Agen from lurking holes , on th' other side , Loud troops with pounc'd feet , round our dishes swarm , And spoyle our meat then , that my friends should arme I gave command , and fight with that dire race . They did as I requir'd , and in the grasse They leave their swords , and hide their glittering shields , That when they sounding flew through ample fields ; Misenus with his trumpet might a signe Give from a hill : they charge , strange battels joyn , And horrid sea-fowle with their steele attempt , But no stroke hurts their plumes , their backs exempt From wounds , they with swift flight to heaven are born And with fowle prints forsake their prey halfe torne . Celaeno pearch'd alone on a high rock , Unhappy Prophetesse , thus silence broke . For slaughter'd cattell , and slaine bullocks , are These fights , O Trojans ? or prepare ye war Us innocent Harpies from our realms t' expell ? If so , hear this , these words remember well ; What Jove Apollo , Phoebus me foretold , I greatest of the furies now unfold . Your quest is Italy , Italy you shall sayle , Enter her Ports , with the implored gale . But ere you shall surround your town with walls Dire famine for our unjust funeralls Shall make you eat your trenchers : these she said , And to the woods she flyes on wings displaid . Then sudden feare doth my companions seize , Cold blood benumbs , their courage falls , not peace Seek they with arms now , but with vows and praier , Whether they Goddesses or fowle birds are . But from the shore my sire extends his hands , Great powers implores , and sacred rites commands . You gods forbid these threats , you Deities Avert such chance ; to save the pious please . And order gave to loose our cables then , And cleare our trembling anchorage agen . Pregnant our sayles , we fly through fomie seas , What course the South winds , and our master please . Woody Zacynthus now from sea arose , Dulichium , Same , high clift Neritos , Ithacus rocks , Laertian realms we fled , And curse the shore cruell Ulysses bred . Leucates cloud-crown'd mountaines next arise , And Phoebus which the Sayler terrifies . Here tir'd we came , to the small Citie hast , Our ships possesse the shores , and anchors cast , Then we unhop'd-for land at length injoy , We purge to Jove , Altars with vowes employ , And Troys games celebrate on th' Actian soyle . Naked my friends wrestle in flowing oyle . To scape so many Graecian Cities we Rejoyce , and thus to have steer'd through th' enemy . Mean while the Sun had his great circle run , And North winds vext the Seas , Winter begun . A brazen shield which Abas wore I fix Upon a pillar , and this verse annex . These armes from conquering Greeks Aeneas bore . I bid them quit the Port , fit to their ore , Striving they cuffe the billowes , brush the tide . Pheacus airie turrets soon we hide , By Epire , to Chaonian Harbours bend , Buthrotus lofty Citie we ascend . Here fame incredible did my eares invade , That Helenus Priams sonne in Epire swaide , By Pyrrhus wife those realmes he did obtain : Andromache march'd in her own stock again . Amaz'd my bosome burns , with strong desire To see the man , and the strange chance inquire . I doe forsake the Navy , shores , and bay . Andromache , then solemne rites did pay To Hectors dust ; with gifts his ghost implores Within a Grove nigh to false Sinois shores ; Before the citie , made of sods she reares Two altars at his tombe ; her cause of tears . Seeing me advance ; when Trojan arms she spide , Distracted , and with wonder terrifide ; Her limbs grew stiffe ; heat flyes , she sounding falls ; And scarce at last thus she her speech recalls . This a true face ? com'st thou thy selfe to me ? O Goddesse sonne , liv'st thou ? if dead thou be , Where 's Hector ? at these words she wept ; her cry Fills all the place ; to her distempers , I In briefe with faltring voyce short answers give . Through all extreames escap'd behold ! I live ; Doubt not , for truth you see . What chance attends thee left of such a Lord , Can any worthy fate one smile afford ? Is Hectors wife turn'd into Pyrrhus bride ? With lookes dejected softly she replide . O happiest virgin of King Priam's race , Who on the enemies tombe , and in the face Of Troy , didst suffer death , by no chance led Captive to touch a conquering masters bed . We from our countries flames through all Seas borne , Felt the proud youth Achilles off-springs scorne , Both slaves : who after with Hermione falls In love , and Lacedemon nuptialls . And me his slave to his slave Helenus joyn'd . But him Orestes , raging in his mind , Inflam'd with love of 's lost bride did pursue , Surpris'd , and at his fathers altars slue . Thus Pyrrhus dead , part of his Kingdome yields To Helenus , who stil'd these Chaon fields , From Trojan Chaon , all Chaonia nam'd , And Ilian towers hath on these risings fram'd . What wind ? what fare transports thee to this land ? What God thee ignorant brought to touch our strand ? Lives young Ascanius ? draws he vitall aire ? Whom Troy to thee . Of his lost Country hath he any care ? How doth his fathers , or his uncles name Hector , his soule to manly acts inflame ? This she said weeping and spent flouds in vaine . When from the City with a stately traine The Hero Helenus , Priams son appears . He knows his own , and to his Pallace steers Our course with joy ; while his wet eyes afford A liberall teare to wait upon each word . Now I acknowledge little Troy , and small Pergamus like the great one ; and did call The river by the name of Xanthus wave , And to the Scean gate imbraces gave . In their associate City Trojans rest . The King receives at ample ports his guest : Amidst large halls Bacchus in bowles they taste , Cups they present , in gold our banquets plac'd . One day succeeds another , gentle gales Invite to sea , soft Auster swells our sails . When I the Prophet move , this sute prefer . O Trojan born , the Gods interpreter , Thou Phoebus , tripods , laurell , thou the stars , Birds language knowst , swift wings thy augurers : Declare ( our course all Oracles have said Shall prosperous be , this heavenly powers perswade Latium to seek , attempt prepared seats : Onely Selaeno sings , now dreadfull threats , Dire rage sad hunger ) how we shall eschew Dangers so neer , and toyles so great subdue . Here with slain steeres , Helenus as the guise Implores the Gods , from sacred browes unties His wreath , and by the hand , O Phoebus , me Leads to thy floores , struck with thy Deitie : From lips inspir'd the priest then prophesies . O Goddesse son ( for thou must sail through seas , This doe the greater auguries designe , And King of Gods , that doth all fates injoyne By a fix'd law ) from much take briefly these ; Safer to search more hospitable seas . From Helenus knowledge fate the rest hath hid , Saturnian Juno hath my tongue forbid . First , Italy which thou conceiv'st is neer , And fond prepar'st those neighbouring coasts to steer , Long wayes unknown divide , far distant shores ; In the Cicilian waves first try thy oars , Ausonia's briny flood ; thy Fleet must goe By Circes Isle , and cut those Seas below , Before safe lands to plant in thou shalt find ; And this the Omen , fix it in thy mind . When at an obscure stream solicitous thou Under wilde okes , shalt find a mighty sow , Pregnant , her farrow thirty , laid to rest : A white sow , a white issue at her breast : There ends thy toyle , thy City there erect . Nor let thy eating trenchers thee deject : Fate shall find means , Phoebus implor'd will aid . But these coasts , these adjacent shores evade , This Italy fly-wash'd with our swelling tide , For in those Cities wicked Greeks reside , Naritius here hath Locrian walls prepar'd , Idomeneus his arm'd squadrons guard Salentine fields : there Melibaeus , small Petilia joyn'd to Philoctetes wall . But when they ships transported reach the bay , And there arriv'd , vowes you on Altars pay , With purple vailes , your cover'd haire attire : Lest in heavens honours , midst the sacred fire , Some hostile face , seen , should disturbe the signe . This pious use impose , on thee , and thine ; In this thy chaste posterity instruct . But when to Cicilies shores faire winds conduct , Opening Pelorus narrow straights , then fly The star-board seas , and strands : long courses ply Through lar-board deeps , shave thou the left hand shore . Those coasts ( they say ) by a vast ruine tore , ( Such change workes length of time ) asunder start , And countries which before conjoyn'd now part : With violent waves Pontus Hesperia forc'd From Cicilie ; Cities , and Towns divorc'd Shores , interwash since with a narrow tide . Scylla the right . Charybdis the left side Inexorable guards Thrice she doth drink Vast floods , which down to hels darke bottom sinke , Then belch'd again , lasheth the skie with waves . But Scylla keeps her den , and lurking caves ; Ingaging ships in rockie mouthes that gape , A female with faire breasts , a virgins shape She is above the waste ; beneath a Whale , And to her wolvish wombe , a Dolphins taile , Better for thee to seek Pachynas strand , And with long steerage to Cicilia stand , Then once fierce Scylla in vast caves descry , Or Rocks resounding with her blew dogs cry . Besides , if Helenus any prudence hath , Phoebus with truth inspire , if any faith , One speciall charge I presse . O Goddesse sonne Again , again , repeat , it must be done . Great Juno move with prayers , and her adore : The powerful Goddesse with free vowes implore , With humble gifts subdue : victor at last Then steere Italian shores , Sicilia past . When thou hast reach'd to Cuma , and hast found Lakes sacred , heard in woods Avernus sound ; In a deep rock the Prophetesse doth sit Foretelling Fates and doth to leaves commit The characters , and names , what verse she puts In those she counts , and in her cavern shuts : Firme they remaine , and keep their place design'd ; Which , the dore opening , then a whisking wind Disorders , and the thin leaves doth dispierce . She not collects againe the scatter'd verse , Or cares to joyn , or place ; not hearing fate They vext depart , and Sybils mansions hate . But let not such delayes disturbe thy mind , Though thy friends call to Sea , and a faire wind Invites with swelling sailes , yet first repaire To her , and Oracles beseech with prayer . Oh let her as she please our fate declare , She shall to thee , Italy , future war , Those labours how to beare , or wave , display : And honour'd she shall grant a prosperous way . These are the things , nor more may I advise ; Goe , raise great Troy by valour of the skies . After these hopefull words the Prophet said , By his commands they to the Fleet convei'd Ivorie , and gold , and with a mighty masse Of silver load our keels , and Dodon brasse . A coat of maile with gold most richly wrought , A stately helme with flowing plumes they brought , And Pyrrhus arms , my fathers gifts , who then Recrutes the oars , and armeth all our men And horse and riders adds . In the mean time Anchises bad prepare Our Fleet for Sea against the wind blew faire . Whom Phoebus Prophet with much honour calls . Anchises grac'd with Venus nuptialls , Twice sav'd from ruin'd Troy , th' art heavens care now , See thy own Italie , and possesse it too , But thou must steer much wide of this ; behold ! Where those parts are , Apollo did unfold , Blest with a pious son , farewell , I stay Too long , and comming winds with talke delay . No lesse Andromache sad , departing brought Vests hid in gold , with rich imbroyderie wrought . T' Ascanius ( worthy him ) a Phrygian cloake , And loading him with wealthy gifts thus spoke . Take these remembrances my own hand wove , The witnesse of Andromache's long love . Keep these last last gifts of thine : to me , O thou Sole Image left , of my Astyanax now : Such eyes such hands , thy face the same appears , Who now had been with thee of equall years . Then with abortive tears . I thus at last ; Live happy you , your miseties are past . Us fate from fate commands you rest obtaine , Nor must you plow vast billows of the maine , Or seek still flying shores of Italy . Zanthus effiges , Pergamus you see , Which your selves built , a better fate have these I wish and not so obvious unto Greece . If ere I enter Tyber , fields adjoyn'd To Tyber view and wals to us design'd : Then seats allide , nations one blood with us , Having one fate , one father Dardanus , Latium and Epire both one Tro : shall be , And to our sonnes we shall these lawes decree . From thence by neighbouring Ceraunia we By sea short courses steere to Italy . Mean while Sun set , dark mountains shades invest : Wee neere the Sea on earths lov'd bosome rest , Our oars being ship'd , dispierc'd along the shores Repos'd , deep sleep our wearied limbs restores . Night drove by th' houres scarce reach'd the middle skies , When carefull Palinurus did arise , Explores all gales , the winds tries with his eares : And notes each starre which glide in filent sphears . He the wet Kids , Arcturus did behold The Triones and Orion arm'd with gold . After he saw serene , and setled skies , He from his sterne the signall gave ; we rise , Our course we stand , and our furld cnnvasse spread . Blushing Aurora rose , the stars now fled . When obscure hills from farre , low Italy we Descry : Achates first cryes Italy , With a glad shout , Italy haile out men . A Goblet crown'd , my sire Anchises then Fills with rich wine , and calls the Deities , Plac'd on the lofty sterne . Lords of the tempests , Gods of earth and seas , Propitious breath , blesse with faire winds the way . The wish'd gale rose : then opens straight the bay , The Temple , and Minerva's towers appeare , My mates strike sayle , their prowes to shore they steer . Bow-bent the Port lay to the Easterne flood , Dash'd with the brine , high cliffes opposing stood 'Mongst towring Rocks , this douhle guarded lyes In bayes obscure , from shore the temple flies . Here our first signe , foure horses I beheld Grasing about , whose whitenesse snow exceld . My sire , then said , faire soyle , thou war dost beare , These are for battell , horses threaten war , But yet in Chariots they accustom'd joyne , With curbing reins of peace a hopefull signe . And here we armed Pallas did implore , Who first receiv'd us joyfull on this shore . In Phrygian vailes we at the Aitars stand Of Argive Juno ; Helenus command With care performe , and her due honours pay . Our vowes in order finish'd , no delay But to hal'd bowlings , yards and canvasse yeelds . Greeke seats we fly , and leave suspected fields . Herculian Tarents bay , if fame be true , We saw , oppos'd divine Lacinia view . Cauloni towers , wrack Scylacaeum rose , Then farre from sea , Sicilian Aeina shews : Huge groning of the waves , beat rocks from far We heare : and broken thunderings at the bar . Sholes rage , the sands with billows mix : at this Anchises said , here sure Charybdis is , Those Rocks sung Helenus , and horrid shores . Haste , helme alec , and stoutly ply your oars . They doe as bid , first Palmurus stood Steering his prow unto the lar-board flood . With winds and ores that course the whole Fleet lay . Heaven we advance to in the crooked bay , Then sinke to hell with a descending wave . Three groans the cliffes , and rocky caverns gave , Thrice breaking fome , we saw the Planets wet . We weary , whilst the winds with Phaebus set , By unknown shores of the Cyclopians glide . The Port within was safe from storms , and wide . But Aetna with torne ruins thunders neere , Black clouds he throws oft through the Hemisphere . Smoke , blazing sparks , in pitchy whirle-winds rise , And globes of flame exalted kisse the skies . Oft rocks , torne bowels of the mountaine vent , And liquid stones belcht to the firmament Break thick with grones , heats from the deep aspire . Fame is Enceladus halfe burnt with fire This hill deprest , above huge Aetna laid , These flames he breaths , through tunnells broke convei'd , And when he weary turns , all Sicilie With murmure shakes , and smoke involves the sky . That night woods shelter'd us ; huge monsters there We heard , nor causes of those founds appeare . For no star shone , nor were the Poles alowd Aetheriall light , all heaven was in a clowd , The Moon in nights tempestious vapors hid . Aurora from the East now rising , did Remove moist shadowes , and the day began . When from the woods a strange and unknown man Sudden appear'd ; pinde , spent , wretchedly poor , Raising his hands came suppliant to the shore . We view him direly fowle , o're-grown his beard : His coat thornes pin'd , the rest a Greeke appear'd , Who native armes against Troy had borne . When he The Trojan habits , and our armes did see Something affrighted at the first he staid , And fix'd remaind , then to the shore he made With tears and prayers . Now by the stars I pray , And by the Gods , by heavens life-breathing day , O Trojans take , beare me to any strand , I know my selfe one of the Graecian band , Let this suffice , and sought Troys Gods by warre . For which , if so great our offences are , Strew me amongst the waves , drown'd in vast seas , If by mens hands I fall , my death shall please . Upon his knees he then imbracing hung On mine : to tell his name , from what race sprung , And to declare his fortunes we demand , As a firme pledge to save his life , his hand Me sire Anchises freely gave the man : Who shaking feare of thus at length began . From Ithaca , Ach'menides my name ; Haplesse Ulisses friend , to Troy I came With my poore sire : Ah had my fate fix'd there . But my companions struck with horrid feare In the black Cyclops den , forsooke their mate , And fled the dire abode : the monsters seat A vast , and mighty Cave , within all o're Was darkned with corrupted food and gore , And he so tall his head might knock the skies , From earth you Gods avert such plagues as these . His visage stern , a churlish voyce ; his food Bowels of wretched men , and putrid blood . I saw his huge hand seize two of our men , He lying on his back stretch'd midst his den , And broke on rocks ; filth drown'd the sprinkled flore ; I saw him eat limbs flowing with black gore , The warme flesh trembling in his teeth . But thus Ulysses takes it not , or Ithacus Forgetfull , did , dangers so great decline . But when full gorg'd he lay buried in wine , His neck awry , stretch'd in his spacious den , Gobets with bloody wine , mix'd gore agen Belching in sleep ; we the great Gods implore , And took our chance , surrounding him , we bore With a sharp lance his eye , which mighty did Lie single , in his frowning forehead hid , Like Phoebus lampe , or an Argolick shield : So glad revenge to our friends shade we yeeld . But fly , O wretches fly these dangerous coasts , Your cables cut . Like Polyphenee , who in his Cave doth keep The woollie flocks , and milks th' imprisond sheep , A hundred cruell Cyclops wander more These lofty hills , and haunt this winding shore . Thrice Phoebe's horns their light replenished , Whilst I my life in wild beasts desarts sed In dens and caves , vast Cyclops view'd from high Trembling to heare their sounding feet , and cry : Shrubs , berries was my wretched food , the fruit Of stony cornell , and the herbs torne root . Surveying round , I saw you first arrive Resolv'd who e're you were , my selfe to give Your prisoner ; 't is enough their rage to fly , And if by men no matter how I die . Scarce said , when we discover from above Amongst his flocks , where Polypheme did move Like to a walking hill , known shores to find , A horrid monster , huge , deform'd , and blind . To ease his steps a mighty Pine he bore In his right hand his fleecy sheep before , His pipe , his comfort , and the only check To rising sorrow , hung about his neck . Ater he touch'd the deeps , and reach'd the flood , From his lost eyes , he wash'd the flowing blood ; Groning he grindes his teeth , stalkes through the tides , Whilst the deep waves scarce touch his lofty sides . We trembling fly ; aboard the suppliant put , So meriting , and silent , cables cut , And brush with striving o're the deeps profound . He hears and turns unto our voices sound . But when no power was given to use his force , Nor could Ionian billowes match in course ; He rais'd a huge cry , Pontus , all the sea Trembles , it shakes far frighted Italy . Aetna aloud from winding cavernes rores : But the Cyclopian race rush to the shores , And call'd from woods and mountains , fill the strand . We saw in vaine the Aetnean brothers stand With a sowre look , high heads to heaven they beare , A horrid councell , ayrie oaks so rear Their lofty tops , or spiry Cypresse stood , Such as Diana's grove , or Joves high wood . Drove with sharp feare cables in hast we clear , And with hoist sailes and prosperous winds did steer , But nigh deaths jawes Helenus shew'd a way Which betwixt Scylla and Charybdis lay , That course we stood , with turn'd sailes this pursue . When from Pelorus straits the North wind blew ; Pantagias mouth 's of living stone I cleer Megaras bayes I passe , by Tapsus steere . Haplesse Ulysses friend Ach'menides , Nam'd all these coasts remeasuring back those seas . In the Sicanian bay stretch'd , lyes an Ile 'Gainst rough Plemmyrium , which our grandsires stile Ortygia : Alpheus here they fame Under the sea by obscure channels came : Now Arethusa mingling with thy wave . To th' Isles great gods we rites commanded gave , Fennie Elorus fertile fields we lost , And shave Pachinus high clift rocky coast : Camerina ever fix'd by fates commands Farre-off appears , and the Geloian strands , And mighty Gela stild so from the flood . Far off high Agragas strong bulworks shew'd , Which once bred generous horse ; with prosperous wind Palmie Selinis thee I left behind : By Lilybeis rocks , and sholes I bore ; To Drepanum thence , on that unhappy shore I landed , where with many tempests tost , Anchises th' ease of all my cares I lost . There my dear father wearie , me forsooke , Alas in vain from so great dangers tooke . Not Helenus , who such horiors did unfold This lasse declar'd , nor dire Celoeno told ; Here was his travells bounds , this his last toyle . From whence , the Gods did guide me to your soyl . Aeneas having to their listning eare Told these sad fortunes , clos'd his storie here .

THE FOURTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS . THE ARGUMENT . DIdo complaines ; her sister gives advise To cherish love , and offer sacrifice To favouring Gods . Juno craves peace ; her ends Venus perceives , and smiling condescends . Aeneas , and the Queen to hunt prepare . A tempest . Juno thunders through the ayre . To one cave Dido and the Trojan came . Stolne love through Lybia spread by impious fame . Jarbas vext his father Jove implores . Hermes commands Aeneas from those shores . Eliza on the Trojan sword expires , Quenching loues flame in her own funerall fires . BUt long since Dido struck with great desire . Feeds a sad wound , and wastes in hidden fire . His valour , his high birth run in her mind : His face , and language , deep impression find , Nor doth her care grant rest . Soon as the morn Did with Phaebean flames the world adorne ; And from high heaven dismiss'd the gloomie shade , To her lov'd sister thus , she troubled , said . Dear Anne , what dreams disturb'd my troubled mind ? What stranger 's this our Court hath entertain'd ? What noble looks ? how valiant ? arm'd ? sure he ( Nor vain 's the faith ) sprung from some Deitie . Feare shews degenerate minds . Ah by what fates Hath he been tost , what fierce wars he relates ? Were I not full resolv'd , fix'd in my mind , No more in wedlock bonds to be conjoyn'd , Since my first love by death deceived me : Could I with maeriage , and those rites agree ; I might perchance give place to this one crime . For ( I confesse ) since poore Sychaeus time , By fratricide our Gods dispierc'd ; I find This only bends my thoughts , and wavering mind , I feele some Kindlings now of former love . But first earth swallow me , or mighty Jove Shall to the shades with dreadfull thunder smite , Pale shades of Erebus and deepest night , Ere shame I violate thee , or wrong thy rites , Who was my first love took all loves delights With him to 's grave , there let him keep it still . This said , a flood of tears her bosome fill . More dear to me then day , shall grief thy flowre Of youth ( said Anne ) and solitude devoure ? Children unknown , and Venus sweet reward ? Hath dust a sense , or soules entomb'd regard ? Grant , though no Lybian could your love obtain , Though you at Tyre Jarbas did disdain , Though glorious men of Africk could not move , Will you declare hostilitie to love . Hast thou forgot whose fields thou plantst ? here are Getulian seats , Nations untam'd by war ; Numidians fierce , inhospitable sands , Wild Barceans : there , vast drowth deserted strands . What shall I say of warre from Tyre may rise Thy brother threats ? Sure prosperous Juno , favouring Deities , Here with a storme the Trojan Navy cast ; What City mayst thou see , what Kingdoms vast By such a Marriage , by the power of Troy What glories may the Punick realms injoy . First to the Gods with sacrifices pray , And then thy guest with courtesie delay , Whilst Winter and Orion vex the sea ; His Navie craz'd , and skies tempestuous be . Thus she with love did her pierc'd soule inflame , Gave hopes to wavering thoughts , and banish'd shame . First in the temples , at the Altars , they Implore ; and choice sheep as the custome slay . To Ceres , Phoebus , Bacchus ; before all To Juno , mistris of rites conjugall . Holding a cup , most beauteous Dido now Betwix the hornes powres of a snowie cow : Or walkes before the Gods , and th' altars plyes Whole dayes with gifts , inspects the sacrifice , Beasts panting bowels hot consulted are . Ah ignorant Priests , what availes temples , pray'r , To ease th' inrag'd ! whilst soft fire wasts her veins , And in her breast , a silent wound remaines . Unhappy Dido burnes , and furious roves Through the whole towne , as in the Cretan groves Th' incautelous hinde , by an arm'd shepheard shot : He leaves the winged steele , and knowes it not . She through Dictean woods , and forrest flyes , Whilst in her side the deadly arrow lies . Now with Aeneas to the walls she walkes , Boasts Tyrian wealth , of her new kingdome talkes , Begins to speake , and stops words halfe exprest : And day declining she prepares to feast . The Trojan war she longs to heare once more : And on the tellers lips , hangs as before . And when departed Phoebus paler light Hath day subdu'd , rest setting stars invite , Alone she mourns , then on his couch she lies , And him though absent , thinkes she hears and sees ; Or for the father doth his sonne imbrace , If so she might her raging love displace . Now towers not rise , nor Tyrians use their armes , The harbour stops , strong piles 'gainst all alarms Are at a stand , works interrupted lye , Huge Walls and Rampiers equalling the skie . When Joves dear wife perceiv'd how great a bane Had seiz'd the Queen , nor fame could her restrain , In these words Juno did to Venus say . You , and your son , bore gallant spoyles away , A mighty conquest got , and lasting fame , When two Gods fraud , one woman over-came . I find thou fearst those walls we now erect : And seats of lofty Carthage dost suspect . But to what end , why such debates ? firme peace Rather conclude , and lasting marriages Let us prepare ; thou hast obtain'd thy aims , Fond Dido burnes , her bones are pierc'd with flames . Let us in common with like auspice sway These men , let her a Trojan Lord obey , And Tyrian dowries I le permit to thee . Venus ( for she perceiv'd the fallacie , To keep the Roman sway from Lybia's stand ) Replide ; who fondly would such things with-stand ? Or rather would with thee in strife contend ? If to thy promise fortune condiscend . Of fates I doubtfull am : if Jove will grant Trojans and Tyrians in one town should plant , Nations commix'd in firme leagues be conjoyn'd : Thou art his wife , try to perswade his mind . Goe . I 'le assist . Great Juno then begun , Leave that to us ; but how it shall be done , And by what means I briefly shall declare . Aeneas end the haplesse Queen prepare To hunt in Groves , when Titan next displayes The morn , the world discovering with his raies : On them commix'd with haile a storme I le powre ( whilst nets surround the woods , horse thickets scoure ) And I all heaven to thunder shall excite ; Their troops shall fly , hid in opacious night ; The Trojan , and the Queen shall take one cave , I will be present , if thy aid I have In wedlock firme I le dedicate her thine . There , Hymen them in private shall combine . These faire proposalls Venus not denide , Smiling when she her cunning drift espide . Mean-while the morning from the Sea arose : When through the gate , a troup of prime youth goes With nets , toyles , spears , and full-mouth'd hounds suppl●●● And forth Massilians bravely mounted ride , At the Court gates the Trojan nobles staid , Whilst in her chamber the faire Queen delaid : In trapping rich with gold and purple , fit , Her proud horse stands , and champs the foming bit . With a great troop , she guarded comes at last ; Her Tyrian habit a rich border grac'd , Her quiver gold , gold did her haire infold , The button of her purple vest was gold . Then all the Phrygian Lords in order went , Sprightly Ascanius : but most eminent For person , and for honour , last march'd up , Aeneas , and to them conjoyns his troop . So Phoebus shewes , when Lycia he forsakes , And progresse to his native Delos makes ; Revells begins ; when dancing in a round , 'Bout th' Altars Crets , and Driopos resound . He walks on Cynthus tops , soft bowes infold His flowing haire , and binde with purest gold ; His quiver rung ; such was Aneas grace , Such honour shines , in his majestick face . After they come to the high mountains fide , And unfrrquented woods , behold ! they spide Wild goats affrighted , running ore the clifts : On th' other hand , swift Dear put to their shifts , In a thick heard the open champaigne take , And lost in dusty flight the hills forsake . But young Ascanius in the vallies prides In his fierce horse , now these , now them out-rides : Wishing a Boare with those dull heards would blend , Or a fierce Lyon from the hils descend . Mean-while high heaven with murmurs loud contends , And straight a showre , commixt with haile descends . The Trojan Nobles , and the Phrygian traine , With young Ascanius , scatter'd through the plaine , Seek severall shelters , floods from mountains rave . The Trojan Prince and Dido take one cave . First earth and marrying Juno gave the signe : Fire ayre both conscious of the Contract shine , And Nymphs sit howling on the high-browd hils . This the first day of death , and first of ils The cause ; for neither forme , nor fame did move , Nor Dido judgeth this unlawfull love ; She stiles it wedlock , gives her crime that name . Through Lybist's ample Cities , straight flies Fame . Fame is an evill , none more swift , which gaines By motion strength , in flying force obtaines , Small first by feare , to heaven advanc'd now shrowds , Stalking on earth her head amongst the clouds . To Coeus , and Enceladus , the earth Vext by the wrath of Gods ( they tell ) brought forth This sister last : swift footed , quick she flyes , A huge fowle Monster , in each feather lies A watching eye conceal'd , ( and strange ) she bears As many tongues loud mouths , and listning ears . A watch by day , on battlements she lights , Or lofty towers , and mighty towns affrights . Falshoods , and lyes , of as the truth she tells , And Nations then with various rumours swells . Things feign'd and reall , glad alike she sung . Aeneas from the blood of Trojans sprung , To marry him faire Dido condescends , And the long Winter in vast ryot spends Carelesse of rule , tooke with fowle lust : such things From every mouth the cruell Goddesse flings , And swift to King Iabrbas Courts she came And with these tydings did his soule inflame . This Joves , and ravish'd Garamantis son Had built within his vast dominion A hundred temples to his fathers name , As many altars , and the Vigil flame , The Gods eternall watch he hallowed , The soyle with blood of cattell daily fed , And with fresh Garlands flowrie porches drest , With the harsh rumour next , his soule opprest , He at the Altars mongst the Gods ( they say ) Suppliant to Jove with rear'd-up hands did pray . Great Jupiter , to whom the Moors being plac d On wrought beds feasting now rich Bacchus taste . Seest this oh father ? or in vain our hearts Quake at thy thunder , and when lightning darts From broken clouds with noise , is fond our fear ? Wandring our coasts a woman purchas'd here A little seat , to whom we gave rich lands ; To whom our lawes ; and This our match withstands , And in her Kingdome Lord Aeneas states . That Paris now , with his effeminate mates , In his Maeonian hat , and perfum'd haire , Injoyes the prise : we to thy Temple bear Offerings , and have in vain thy name extold . Thus praying he the Altar fast did hold . Th' all-potent heard : then views the royall frame , And lovers mindless now of better fame . And such things then to Mercurie injoyn'd ; Fly son with speed , and call the western winde , And to the Troian Prince on swift wings glide , Who now resolves at Carthage to abide , And promis'd seats neglects : this message bear With speed to him , and cut the yielding air . For him fair Venus no such promise gave , And therefore twice from Graecian arms did save ; But one that should command Italian Realms Groning with war , pregnant with Diadems , A race must spring from Teucers noble line , That shall their Laws to the whole world injoyne . If him no glory of such acts inflame , Neither will strive to raise his own great fame , Will he his son the Roman towers envie ? What strange hope stays him with the enemy ? Forgets he Latium and those promis'd Lands ? Let him set saile ; in brief bear these commands . This said , he his great fathers will obeys . And first on 's feet his golden shoos he tyes , Which winged bore him over Sea and Land , Swift as the fleeting clouds ; then takes his wand With which from hell he calls up dismals Ghosts , And others sends to sad infernal coasts ; Gives , and takes sleep , and seals up dying eyes : With this drives winds , and through loud tempests flies . At last rough Atlas clifts , and rockie side , Who on his shoulders heaven supports , he spide . Atlas pine-bearing head , black clouds still binde , Snow hides his shoulders beat with showrs and wind , His horrid beard with crusted ice is froze , And from the old mans chin a river flows . Here first with wings dispsaid , Cyllenius stood ; From thence then swiftly glides unto the flood , Like to a bird which haunts the deeps , and nigh The fishie Rocks , does with low pinions flie . So the Cyllenian race twixt earth and skies Cutting the aire , to sandy Lybia flies ; And from his mothers father took his flight . As his wing'd feet did on a Cotage light ; He saw Aeneas towrs and roofs prepar'd , A sword he wore with shining Jasperstard , Loose on his shoulders a rich mantle plaid Of scarlet die , which wealthy Dido made , The thread with fine gold mix'd . Who thus did say , Thou now uxorious dost foundations lay Of lofty Carthage , dost fair seats prepare , Of Realms unmindfull , and thy own affair : The King of Gods who rules both earth and skie , To thee from high Heaven sends this embassie , And gave command with speed I should convey : What Plot ? what hope makes thee in Lybia stay ? If thee no glory of such great acts move , And thy own fame thou striv'st not to improve , Hopefull Ascanius , fair Julus view T' whom Italy and Roman lands are due . From sight , this said , abruptly Hermes fled , And to thin ayre a farr off vanished . At this Aeneas is struck dumb with fear , Amaz'd he stood , erected was his haire Earnest to fly , and leave those pleasant lands , Admonish't strictly by the Gods commands . Alas what shall he do ? or which way move ? Or how begin to Dido mad with love ? His swift thoughts he divides ; this course he tries , Then that , and rapt , through all invention flies . At last as best on this opinion fals . Sergestus he , Mnestheus , Cloanthus cals : Bids private rig the fleet , tackling prepare , Gather their men , and a feign'd cause declare . Himself mean while would beauteous Dido move , Since she suspected not in mighty love So great a breach , and times of best access Would choose to speak , and make his best address . With joy they execute what he propounds . But she ( who can deceive a Lover ▪ ) sounds The guile : at first perceives their future ayme , All things suspecting : the same impious Fame The furious told , to sayle they had design'd . Through the whole town she rages , vext in minde , Like Thyas , when the sacred things are stir'd , And dire trienials rais'd , Bacchus being neard , When with loud shouts nightly Cytheron cals : Then in such words she on Aeneas fals . Couldst thou perfidious use such subtile art ? Such wickedness ? and secretly depart ? Could not our love , nor our conjoyn'd right hands , Nor perishing Dido stay thee in our lands ? But thou wilt sayle under the winter star ? Prepare to sea , when North winds frequent are ? Faithless , if no strange country thou should'st gain , Unknown seats finde , did ancient Troy remaine Through swelling seas wouldst thou to Troy now stand ? Or fly'st thou me ? by these tears , this right hand , ( Since nothing else remains to wofull me ) Our marriage , our prepar'd solemnity . If I have well deserv'd , or ought was mine , Pity a falling house , change this designe If prayers have power : for thee I gaine the hate Of all my Tyrians , and the Lybick state ; For thee alone extinguish'd is my shame , And what I climb'd the stars by , former fame . For whose sake leav'st thou dying me O guest ? That name doth after husband only rest . Why live I ? till my brother raze my wall ? Or captive I to wrong'd Iarbas fall ? If I had prov'd before thy flight , by thee Had off-spring , could a young Aeneas see Sport in thy Palace , with thy face , and look , I should not seeme so captive , or forsook . She said ; but he fix'd by commands of Jove His eyes , and in his heart conceals his love . Then briefly said , those many favours I From you receiv'd , great Queen , I 'le not deny , Nor shall I Dido's memory disdaine , Whil'st I draw breath , or life these limbs sustaine ; But for my cause I 'le plead ; that I did plot From hence to steal in secret , feign it not : I thee to be my wife did never take , Nor did I ever any promise make . If Fates gave leave to order my affairs At my own will ; and to compose my cares ; The Trojan towers I would again erect , And the poor remnant of my friends protect : Then Priams courts should stand , another Troy By this hand rear'd , the vanquish'd should injoy . But Phoebus now bids us for Latium stand , And Lycean lots for Italy command . This is my love , and this my Country is . If Carthage towrs thee a Phaenissian please , And the fair prospect of thy City like ; Why should it trouble you that Trojans seek New seats in Latium , and Ausouia gain ? And why not we in forreign Kingdoms raign ? Oft as the nights moist shadow canopies The earth ; as oft as radiant stars arise ; My fathers Ghost , me warning , frights in dreams , Ascanius loss of the Hesperian Realms , And destin'd fields , my dear sons injury . Jove sent the Gods Embassadour to me , Both our heads witness , through the aetherial sky He brought commands ; I saw the Deity Enter these wals ; distinct his voice did hear . With plaints to grieve thee and my self forbear . Against my will I Latium seek . She turning , views him , having these things said , Rouling her eye each where , and round survaid With silent look : incens'd , then thus begun . Thou art not Dardans race , or Venus sonne , But thee perfideous Caucasus hath bred On cruell rocks , and Hyrcan tygers fed . Why feign I ? or why stay for greater woes ? Turns he his eyes ? sighs at our grief or shews Vanquish'd a tear a lover pitying ? What shall I say ? great Juno , nor heaven's King View these with equall eyes : true faith is lost . In want him receiv'd , drove on our coast , And fond , with him part of my Kingdome shar'd , His friends preserv'd from death , his fleet repair'd . Ah how am I transported with fond love ! Now Phoebus , Lycian lots , and now from Jove A strict command the Gods interpreter bears : Yes , heavenly powrs regards these things , such cares Disturb their quiet well , ● make no sute To stay thee here , nor shall with words refute : Goe , sayle for Latium , Realms seek through the Seas : I hope if there be any Deities ) That thou mongst rocks cruell like thee shalt fall , Where oft thou Dido by her name shalt call ; And absent I will follow thee with fire : And when my soul shall in cold death expire , I 'le haunt thee , and thy tortures I shall know , By fame , conve●'d me to the shades below . Then midst her speech breaks off , and sick , the light Avoids away she flings , with draws from sight , Forsaking him perplex'd in mighty fear ; As many things to peak he did prepare . Her maids support her sounding then and led T' her marble chamber , laid upon her bed . But good Aeneas though he strove to swage With comfort , grief , with words t' avert her rage , Oft sighing shook with mighty love , yet he Reviews his fleet , obeys the Deity . Then Trojans labour , from all shores they come , Tall ships are launch'd , and well calk'd bottoms swoom , And from the woods branc'hd oke and oars unhew'd , Studious of flight they bring . Each where thou might'st have rushing Trojans view'd , As when large heaps of corne pillag'd by ants They lay in hoards , remembring winters wants , The black band march , the prey through grass is borne In narrow tracts ; others the fuller corne With shoulders joyn'd sustaine , others the slow Compell , chastize , all parts with labour glow . What couldst thou think , O Dido , at this sight ? Or what sighs send , when from a turrets height Thou saw'st the shores wax hot , the sea to move , Commix'd with mighty murmurs ? Impious love , What canst not thou compell in mortall brests ? Again to tears , again to try requests She is inforc'd , and suppliant love obey'd , Lest dying she should leave ought unassaid . Anne , seest not how they hasten to the Port On all sides ? how their sayls the winds do court ? And the glad Sea-men crown their sterns ? If I Had such woes fear'd , ( sister ) the misery I might have borne : thou must for wofull me This one thing do , the false man still lov'd thee : To thee he made his greatest counsels known , And thou the times of best accession To move his pity knowst . Dear sister goe , And suppliant , thus petition the proud foe . I did not swear at Aulis to destroy The Dardan race , or sent one ship to Troy , Nor yet defac'd his fathers sepulcher . Why gainst my sute stops he his cruell ear ? To a sad lover let him be thus kinde ; Then he may sayle before a prosperous winde , Nor I th' old contract he hath broken crave , Nor that he kingdoms in fair Latium wave . Some rest I ask for love , a short reprieve , Whil'st my own fortune teach me how to grieve . This last request to thy dear sister grant , And at my death thou shalt no riches want . This said , to and agen sad Anna bears Her deep complaints : but he 's not mov'd with tears , Nor can be wrought upon by all her woes , A God hath stop'd his ear , and Fates oppose . As Northern winds striving to overthrow Some ancient Oke , now here , now there they blow : Huge gusts resound : her bowes and curled locks Strew thick the earth ; whil'st she stands fix'd mongst Rocks : How much to heaven her head advancing shoots , So much to hell descend her fixed roots . So daily she the Trojan Prince invades Now with these reasons , now with those perswades , And storms his valiant brest with mighty cares : Yet his resolves are six'd , in vain her tears . Unhappy Dido terrifide by Fates , Then wish'd to die : to look on heaven she hates . But this provok'd her more to leave the day : As gifts on incense-burning Altars lay , The sacred milk grew black ( to mention strange ) And wine infus'd , to putrid gore did change . This she to none , not to her sister told , Besides there was a temple to her old Husband of stone , which much she did respect , And had with boughs and snowie fleeces deckt . Here , she suppos'd she heard Sychaeus call When gloomie night upon the earth did fall : And oft from thence the Owle extends her throate With death-presaging , and a direfull note . Many predictions her before did fright : Cruell Aeneas troubles her each night , And raving alwayes seems to walk alone , Still wandring far , without companion , And seeking Tyrians in a wilderness . So Pentheus saw troops of Eumenides , Two sons beheld , as many Thebes espies , Or like Orestes acted , when he flies His mother , who black snakes and torches bore , Whil'st the revenging furies guard the dore . Struck with the rage , vanquish'd with sorrow , now Resolv'd to die ; the time , and manner how Contriv'd ; to her sad sister thus she went , She clears her brow , and coversher intent . Sister , I have the means , rejoyce with me , Which may gain him , or me from passion free . There is a place in utmost Ethyop , nere The setting sun , the Oceans confines , where Great Atlas shoulders bears heavens starry frame . From hence a Priestesse , a Massilian came , Who kept th' Hesperian temple , did allow The Dragon food , and sav'd the sacred bough By sprinkling honey , drousie Poppy : she Can keep all mindes she please from sorrow free , Or send to paines , swift streams stop in their wayes , Call back the stars , and nightly spirits raise ; Under her feet earth seems with grones to rend , And from the mountain stubborn Okes descend . Witness the Gods ( sister ) and thy dear head , Unwilling I to magick arts am lead . In the back court , a pile in secret rear , The arms , and garments from my chamber bear The impious left ; above those , place the bed Where I was lost , All be abolished Of the false man , the Priestess bids : This said , She silent was , paleness her lips invade . Nor Anne did think her funerals design'd By this , or that such rage possest her minde : Or fear'd worse things then when Sychaeus dy'd , Therefore did her commands . But Dido in the inward court did raise A mighty pile , where she in order layes Whole loads of cloven Ash , set torches round , Which she with wreaths , and funerall branches crown'd ; His picture , cloaths , and sword which he forgot , Laid on the bed , too mindfull of her plot . Altars stand round ; the Priestess with long hair Unto three hundred Gods thunders her prayer ; Hell , Chaos , and the triple Hecate , Virgin Diana , who hath aspects three : Then sprinkling dews fain'd from Avernus brought , Drugs cut with brazen fythes by moon-light sought , And did with juice of deadly poyson brew Th' Hippomanes , on a colts foreheae grew , The love snatch'd from the Damme . She with a cake erecting pious hands , Before the Altars , on foot naked stands : With garments tuck'd she dying invocates The Gods , and Planets , conscious of her Fates , If any power regardeth lovers cares , Those just and mindfull , she implores with prayers . 'T was night when weary limbs sweet sleep possest Through all the world ; woods , raging seas , at rest : The stars had mid-night told , and silence deep Commands the sields ; beasts , gaudie birds asleep Which haunt the crystall fountains , or delight In wood land Countries , under quiet night Forget their labour , and their cares appease : But slamber could not hapless Dido seise . Her eyes ne're clos'd , or night her woes asswag'd : Cares double , and again love rising rag'd With a great flood of wrath when she revolves Thus with her self . Lo ! what are my resolves ? Shall I old suters court I did disdain ? Suppliant implore Numidian loves again ? Those I so oft despis'd ? shall I submit To Trojan Laws , and follow now their fleet ? Because that for my help they prove so kinde , And my great favours bear so well in minde . But grant I willing were , who 'de give me leave , And me now scorn'd in their proud ships receive ? Ah wretched woman hast thou yet not known , That perjur'd off spring of Laomedon ? Shall I alone with haughty Seamen goe ? Or raise the Tyrians to pursue the foe ? And those who scarce I could perswade from Tyre , Shall again to try the Sea desire ? Nay , rather as thou hast deserved , die ; And with a sword conclude thy miserie . Won by my tears , thou sister , first with woe Did'st load the furious , and let in the foe . And why like wilde beasts , faultless might not we Live without marriage from such troubles free ? My promise to Sychaeus I not kept . With grief opprest , thus she complaining , wept . But now Aeneas ship'd , resolv'd to weigh , All things prepar'd , in quiet slumber lay . To whom the God in the same forme presents . Himself again , with these admonishments . In all like Hermes , both in voyce , and face , His yellow haire , and comely youthfull grace . Oh Goddess son , canist thou now sleep so sound ? Perceiv'st thou not what dangers thee surround ? Do'st thou not hear how the fair gales invite ? But she 's contriving now some strange deceit , Resolv'd to die , rage doth her blood incense : Fly'st thou not then whil'st thou hast power from hence ? Thou shalt behold the sea to fome with oars , And fires and torches flaming on the shores , If thee Aurora here delaying finde : Fly ; still inconstant is a womans minde . Then mix'd with gloomie night , thus having said . Aeneas at the vision much dismaid Starts from his sleep , and straight gives this command : Rise quickly , sirs , and to your tackling stand : With speed unfurl your sayles , yours oars now ply : To hasten flight , a God sent from the skie Bids Cables cut , and suddainly depart . Blest power , we follow thee , who e're thou art ; And joyfully obey thy will again ; Be pleas'd to aid , and prosperous stars ordain . This said , he drew his sword , with shining steel The hausers cut , all the like spirit feel . The shores forsook , the Navie hides the deep , They roule the fome , and azure billows sweep . And now Aurora with fresh beams had spread The earth , leaving Tythonius saffron bed . The Queen from a high tower , as dawn appear'd , Saw how with sayles a-trip to sea they steer'd , The Strands , and vacant Coasts without an oar . Then beating oft her beauteous brest , she tore Her golden haire , and said , Jove , shall he goe ? And shall this stranger mock our Kingdome so ? Shall not the City arme and follow them ? What , will none launch our Fleet into the stream ? Goe , haste , bring fire , sayle , row ; what shall I say ? Or where am I ? What folly I betray ! Doe impious deeds now touch thee hapless queen ? E're thou gav'st up thy Crown , this should have been : Behold his faith , and promise , who ( they say ) Did from the foe his native Gods convey : And hath on 's back his aged father borne . What , could not I him limb from limb have torne ? And scatter'd in the sea ? his friends and boy At once with my revenging sword destroy ? Then serv'd the son up for the fathers dish ? But chance of war is doubtfull ; 't is my wish . Whom should I dying fear ? I should have thrown Fire on their feet , and burnt their floating town , And the whole race , father and son destroy , And last above them fall my self with joy . O Sun , whose eye views all the worlds affairs ; And thou great Juno conscious of these cares : Nocturnall Hecate , who oft dost raise Loud cries through Cities , in cross meeting wayes , Revenging Furies , and you Gods that are Dying Eliza's , hearken to my prayer : Shew your deserved wrath : if he must gaine His port , that impious man those coasts attain ; If Fate decree , and fix'd the periods are ; Let him be vex't with a bold peoples war . Exilde , forc'd from his sons embrace ; may he Seek aid , and his own friends sad funerals see . Nor when dishonour'd peace he makes with them , Let him lov'd life enjoy , or Diadem : But die before his day , the sand his grave : And with my blood this last request I crave . O Tyrians , strive this Nation to supplant With restless wars this to my ashes grant : Never joyn leagues , contract no amities , And from our bones let some revenger rise , Who Trojans may pursue with fire , and sword , Ah , may when ever time shall strength afford , Shores shores oppose , seas seas , our stocks debate With arms gainst arms maintaine , I imprecate . This said , her faucie each where did revolve , How best she might her loathed life dissolve . To Barce then Sychaeus nurse , she said , In native dust her own long since was laid . Dear nurse , my sister call , and bid her bring The cattell , the appointed offering , Let her with river-water sprinkle now , And binde thy temples with a sacred bough . Those rites which I to Stygian Jove prepare , I mean to finish , and conclude my care . Fire must consume the Dardan monument . This said , with an old womans pace she went . But the fierce Queen shook with an Enterprise So horrible , rouling her bloody eyes , Her cheeks were sported , pale with thought of death , The inner court by violence entereth , And furious mounts the lofty pile : then draws The Dardan sword , not left for such a cause . After the Ilian garments she survaide , And the known bed , with tears , and thoughts delaid A while she stops ; then spake her last . To me Sweet spoyles , whil'st God was pleas'd , and destiny ; Receive this soul , and free from cares : I have Liv'd , and perform'd that course my fortune gave , And now the earth must my great shade seclude . I a farr City built , my own wals view'd ; Punish'd my brother , pleas'd my husbands Ghost ; Blest , too much blest , if never on our coast Troys keels had touch'd . This said , she kist the bed , Shall we die unreveng'd ? but die she said : Thus , thus it pleaseth to the shades to goe . These flames at Sea may to the Dardan shew , And let our death sad Omens him afford . This said , they saw her falne upon the sword ; Sprinkled her hands with blood , the weapon fomes . Then from the lofty Palace clamour comes : Fame wanders the distracted Citie round : The roofs with lamentations , groans , resound , And female shreeks : loud sorrows pierce the skie . No otherwise then if the enemy , All Carthage seis'd , or ancient Tyre ; the frames Of men , and Gods , involv'd in raging flames . Her sister pale , dismaid , with trembling pace Beating her brest , disfiguring her face , Rush'd in , and cal'd the dying by her name ; For this , O sister ? was this fraud your aime ? For this the pile , fire , Altars ? ah ! lost me , What shall I do ? scorn'st thou my company ? Dying , thou should'st have call'd me to these Fates , One sword , grief , hour , had finish'd both our dates . Built I this pile , and to our Gods did make My pray'r that cruell , thee I should forsake ? Me , and thy self , dear sister , and thy town , Both Peers , and people , thou hast overthrown . Some water bring , that I may bathe the wound ; And if that any breath be wandring found My lips shall gather it . Thus having said , She mounts the pile , her dying sister laid With sweet imbraces closely to her brest , And groaning dries the black blood with her vest . To raise her heavie eyes again she tride , And fails , the deep wound bubbling in herside . Thrice leaning on her arms assaid to rise , Thrice turning on her bed , with wandring eyes Heavens light she sought , and finding groans again ; Then royall Iuno pitying her long pain And tedious death , Iris from heaven commands To free her soul , and ease lif 's strugling bands . Since she di'de not by death deserv'd , nor Fates , But suddain rage her day anticipates , Nor Proserpine did yet her bright hair take , Nor doomb'd her head unto the Stygian Lake . From heaven then dewie rose-wing'd Iris flew ; She gainst the sun a thousand colours drew , Plac'd on her head , Sacred to Dis , from thee This charg'd I bear ; Be from thy body free . This said , she cuts her hair , all heat expires , And with it life into the air retires .

VIRGIL'S AENEIS THE FIFTH BOOK . THE ARGUMENT . Dido's ascending flames sad Trojans see . Storms drive Aeneas back to Sicilie . Anchises rites renew'd . The annuall games . Iris from Iuno stirs the Trojan dames To burn the fleet . Aeneas prayes ; a showre Prevents the mischief , quenching all but foure . Trojans set sayle . Venus of Neptune craves Safe passage for their Navie through his waves . The God assents Somnus with Stygian boughes Besprinkles watchfull Palinurus browes . Ore board he fals , the losse Aeneas spies , And weeping at the helm his place supplies . MEane while his course resolv'd Aeneas sailes , And the dark waves divides with northern gales , Viewing unhappy Dido's wals , which shone With flames , the cause such fire had rais'd , unknown ; But what a woman might in sorrow drown'd , Struck deep with grief and burning love was found ; And by sad auguries Trojans understand . As they possest the deep ; nor any land Now more in ken : seas every where , and skies ; Freighted with night and tempest did arise A black cloud , waves grew horrid with the shade ; Then from the high sterne Palinurus said , Ah! what huge storms surround the hemisphere ? Or , sather Neptune , what dost thou prepare ? Here bids them ply tough oars , stand to their tack , Then turnes her side to wind-ward , and thus spake . Great Prince , if Jove should promise , with this wind I should despair Italian coasts to finde ; Gusts rising shift , the black west grows more loud : And the whole heaven condens'd into one cloud : In vaine we strive , nor make we any way ; Therefore since fortune conquers , let 's obey , Where she cals , sayle : kinde shores of Erix are And the Sycanian ports from hence not far , If rightly stars observ'd I bear in minde . Then said the Prince : I saw long since the winde Grew scarce , and you in vain strove : Roomer stand : To ease our weary fleet not any land More gratefull is , or I could wish for more Then the Dardanian Acestes shore , Whose lap infolds my fathers bones . This said , Faire Zephyre swels their sayles , the port they made , With a swift current in the Navie stands , And joyfull sailes at last to well-known sands . Acestes wondred from a mountains height To see them come , then hasts to th' friendly fleet . A Libyan Bears skin rough with darts he wore ; whom th' Ilian Dame to flood Crinisus bore ; He mindfull ofs old stock , congratulates Them now return'd , and cheers with rurall cates , The tir'de inviting to a friendly feast . When the next morne had chas'd stars from the East Aeueas having warn'd from all parts round His friends to meet ; spake from a rising ground . Ye Trojans sprung from the high blood of Gods ; A year hath finish'd monethly periods . Since we inter'd the dust of my divine Father , and made the funerall altars shine : The day draws nigh ( I guesse ) which I must still Lament and honour ( Gods , such is your will ) An exile in Getulian Syrts were I , Or in Mycene took i' th Grecian sea ; Yet annuall vows and solemn rites I 'de pay , And heap'd up offerings on his Altars lay . Now we are present at my fathers dust , Nor without heavenly providence , I trust , Arriv'd all safe within a friendly shore , Glad honours celebrate , and winds implore : These rites he bid should annually be paid In temples dedicate , our City laid . Trojan Acestes will two beeves bestow On every ship ; your Countrey Gods allow , And those Acestes honours at the feast . And if the ninth Aurora from the East Brings a clear day , does earth with beams disclose , I 'le for the swiftest ship a prize propose , For him runs best , who bold strong nerves excite , Good at the dart , or shoots the nimble Flight , Or dare in fight a cruell Cestus trust ; Come all , due Palmes receive , and honours just ; Give your applause , your temples crown'd with boughes . This said , his mothers myrtle shades his brows . This Helymus , this old Acestes did , Ascanius this , the youth all followed . Midst a great troop from thence , Aeneas went With many thousands , to the monument , And pour'd two bowles of rich wine on the flore , Two of new milk , and two of sacred gore , Strewing the place with purple flowrs , then said : Haile my blest father , haile paternall shade , And dust preserv'd in vain ; heaven would not grant Latium with thee , and promis'd fields to plant , Nor ( what ere ) Lydian Tyber to be sought . This said , a huge snake from the secret vault With seven vast gyres , seven mighty fouldings glides , And gently wreath'd the tomb , by the Altar slides , His back with green was freckled , and a bright Purple , with gold , cast from his scales a light . As in the clouds the mighty bow displayes A thousand various hues , gainst Phoebus raies . Aeneas wonders , his long traine he roules Amongst the Goblets , and the standing bowles ; Then feeds , and having tasted , harmeless went , Leaving the Altars to the monument . This made him more his fathers rites renew , And solemne sacrifice , suspecting now That either this one of his servants was , Or else the sacred Genius of the place : Five sheep he then did kill , as many swine , With black-back'd steers , and as the use , pours wine From bowls , and great Anchises soul implores , And Ghosts remitted from the Stygian shores . Then all his friends of their own plenty paid Glad offerings , and slain Steers the Altars lade ; Some spits prepare , and boylers plant of brass , They entrails rost , dispers'd upon the grasse . Th' expected day was present , with the dawn , Phaetous bright Steeds the ninth morn fair had drawn ; Glad troops from all parts fill the shore , by fame Brought thither , and renown'd Acestes name . Some Trojans come to see , others to play . Amidst the Cirque , in view the prises lay , Wreaths , sacred tripods , palme the victors prize , With arms , a garment of rich scarlet lies . Gold , silver talents , and appointed games , A trumpet from amidst the heap proclaims . First from the Fleet four chosen gallies try Their ponderous oars , striving for victory . In the swift Pristis stout-oar'd Mnesteus came , Mnesteus who gave the Mnemnian house a name , Gyas in huge Chymera , a vast Hull , The Cities work , which lusty Trojans pull with triple oars , on three-fold banks . Next came Sergestus who gave Sergius stock a name I' th Centaur : Scylla bold Cloanthus drives , Whence Romes Cluentian family derives . Against the foming shores a high Rock stood , Which oft was drownd , beat with the swelling flood , When storms involve the stars , and seen again When a soft calme doth overspread the maine , To sea-fowle a most gratefull station now . The Prince here fix'd the goal , an oken bough , The Saylors mark , by which they understood To turne , and bend long courses to the flood . They draw for place , in the high sterns behold The Captains shine , in scarlet clad and gold . The rest with Poplar crown'd , their shoulders bare Glitter with oyle , fix'd on their banks they were : Their arms stretch't forth with oars , the sign th'expect , Whil'st their insulting hearts are countercheck t. With trembling fear , and rais'd with love of prayse . Thence as the trumpet sounds without delayes All start , the sea-mens shouts the heavens ascend , And with long stroaks they fomie billows rend . All plow the waves , the gaping Ocean feels Their wounding oars , and force of thundring keels . In Chariot games more swift not Chariots are Borne through the Champaign , when they leave the bar . Nor Charioteers bending their bodies strain More at a loose , shaking the flowing maine . With loud applauses , shouts from parties then Favouring their friends , the woods resound agen , Including shores tumble the voyce about , And the struck hils echo at every shout . First Gyas swiftly through the billows glides With clamours great . Cloanthus next divides The waves with better oars , his pine a slug Lost way : next Pristis and the Centaure tug Who shall get formost , with an equall oar . Now Pristis , now great Centaure is before , And now together , they their fore-decks joyne , Whilst their long keels plow up the shallow brine . At last the Rock drew neer , the goal they make , When Gyas first a Conqueror bespake Menaetes at the helme . Why dost thou steer The starboard thus : love thou the shore : lie here : Binde Larboard cliffs ; let them stand off ( he said . ) But still Menaetes of hid Rocks afraid Bore to the sea . Where goest thou ? Gyas here Again cass loud ; these clifts , Menaetes steer . And close behinde him , lo ! Cloanthus spies Shaving the Larboard rocks , and inward plies Betwixt the sounding tops , and Gyas ship . And suddainly the formost did out-strip , The goal being left behind , to safe seas came . But then great grief the young mans bones inflame : Nor tears are wanting ; slow Menaetes , then Honour forgot , and safety of his men , From the high stern he tumbles in the flood ; And at the helm , pilate and master stood Cheering his mates ; to shore the rudder bends . At length the old man from the deep ascends , Menaetes clog'd with garments , dropping wet Seeks a high cliffe , and on the dry Rock set . The Trojans shout to see him fall and swim , And vomiting salt water , laugh at him . Sergestus , Mnestheus , now the two last , were Hopefull to beat retarded Gyas here , Sergestus first drew nigh the Rock , nor more Then his ships length a-head , part was before , Part emulous Pristis prest with fore-decks neer . When Mnesteus midst his ship his men did cheer , Now now rise to your oars Hectorian mates , Whom at Troys fall I chose associates ; That force shew'd in Getulian syrts again Make good , and as before in th' Ionian maine , Or Malea's following streams ; Mnesteus desires Not to be first , nor victory requires . Though O Let them thou please great Neptune gain , But to be last , this vanquish , such a staine , Such shame forbid . Then their whole strength they use , And with vast stroaks they shake the brazen prowes , The seas are past , and short breath shakes their sides , Drowth clams their mouths , sweat down in rivers glides . Fortune her self the man wish'd honour brought : For whil'st too neer the rocks Sergestus sought An inner course , a fatall space betwixt , Unhappy on the cliffes he running fix't ; The crags being struck , and oars contending rung In the sharp Rock , and the struck foreship hung ; The saylers rise , staid with a mighty cry ; Ir'n-headed staves , sharp pointed poles apply , And gather in the sea their broken oars . But Mnesteus glad , proud with successe , implores The winds , and with a band of rowers stood Through the safe seas , and glides to th' open flood . O' th suddain so a frighted Dove doth rise , Whose loved nest , in some dark pumice lies : And striking the house top with timerous wings , Amaz'd into the field at randome springs ; Till with a slide , to calmer aire she comes , And cuts it without motion of her plumes . So Mnesteus through the frowning billows glides , So Pristis last the flying waves divides : And with a violent course her way she makes . Sergestus first on the steep rock forsakes , Who strugling in the shallows , aid implores In vain : learning to row with broken oars . Gyas in vast Chymera next ore-tooke , And past , since she her Master had forsook . Cloanthus only left to be subdu'd , To him he bears , with his whole strength pursu'd . These their new glory , honours got despise , Unless they keep it , and to gaine the prize Would sell their lives ; success feeds them ; they may Because they think they can obtain the day . And for the Goal with equall prows they 'd stood ; But that Cloanthus pray'd unto the flood , With rear'd-up hands , and Gods call'd with a vow . You powers who rule the sea , whose waves I plow , Joyfull I 'le place a white bull on this coast Before your Altars , and fat offerings cast In your salt waves , and purest wine I 'le pay ; This said , all heard him from the deepest sea : Neriades , Panopaea , Forcus band , Him old Portunus shoves with his great hand : Swifter then tempest , or wing'd shaft , he glides To shore , and in the harbours bosome hides . Aeneas ( as the use ) all summond ; there Cloanthus with a herauld did declare Victor , and with fresh laurell vails his brows : And to the ships three steers with wine allows , And a great silver talent ; then presents The Captains with especiall ornaments . A vest of gold he to Cloanthus gave , Edg'd with rich purple in a double wave ; The royall boy in leafy Ida wove , Fierce , panting seems , as with his dart he drove Fleet deer in chase , whom Joves swift Eagle bears From thence aloft , trust in his hooked sears . In vain th' old Guardians hands to heaven did rear , And dogs their mouths spend , raging in the aire . But who by vertue second place did hold , He gave a curious male , wrought thick with gold , ( Which he a Conquerour from Demolius bore Under high Ilium , on swift Simois shore ) Both for defence and grace in arms ; scarce this With shoulders joyn'd , Phegeus , and Saguris His servants bore : Demolius in times past In these arms swiftly stragling Trojans chas'd . Two brazen Caldrons to the third was brought , And two fair Cups with silver richly wrought . And now all proud with honours thus assign'd ; Their temples they with rosie Garlands binde . When from the dire rock scarce with much art clear'd , Sergestus his scorn'd ship , unhonour'd steer'd : His oars being broke , weak with one single rank . Such in the way a Serpent on a bank , Ore whom oblique , swift brazen wheels have gon : Or passenger left half-dead , hurt with a stone : Flying in vain , he long contortions wrests , Part fierce , with burning eyes , and hissing crests , Rising aloft , part main'd a wound with-holds , Tangling in knots his own coile him infolds . With such a rowing his slow ship made way , Yet sayl'd , she with full sailes possest the bay . The Prince the promis'd gift Sergestus gave , Glad he his ship and friends so well did save , Pholoe a Cretan borne , who skill profest In Pallas art , two twins hung at her brest . Pious Aeneas , this sport finish'd , led To a green plain , which woods incompassed With trending hils , the vale a Theater crown'd . The Heroe here , with many thousands round About him plac'd , did his high Chair ascend : Here those who would in the swift race contend He with rewards invites , and prises fix't . Trojans , Sicanians come , from all parts mixt . Nisus , Euryalus first . Euryalus most fair and youthfull was , Whom Nisus dearly lov'd ; next him took place Royall Diores , Priam's famous stem , Salius and Patron next , conjoyn'd with them : From Epire this , Arcadia that descends , Helymus , Panopes , old Acostes friends , Sicilian youths in woods accustom'd , came . And many more buried in obscure fame . To them thus spake the Prince ; Hear , and regard None shall depart from hence without reward ; Two pollish'd Gnossian spears I shall afford , And with a silver hilt a two edg'd sword : This honour each shall have , and I allow The first three shall with olives binde their brow . I to the first a brave horse furnish'd yield : The next an Amasonian quiver , fill'd With Thracian shafts , the belt a golden one Fast with a button of a polish'd stone . This Graecian helmet shall the third content , Thus having said they to their station went . The signall heard , the bar forsook ; they came Like a swift showre , and at the goal they aime . First Nisus gains the start of all by far , Not swifter winds , nor wings of lightning are ; Next him , but at great distance followed next , Salius , and after him a space betwixt , Euryalus was third . Helymus Euryalus pursues , next whom Diores hasts , now side by side did come ; Strikes foot by foot , and had there been more space , Had got before , or doubtfull left the race : Now to the end they came , and tir'd drew neer , When Nisus in the blood of a slain steer Which wet the verdant grass , unluckie slides . Here as the young man , now a victor prides , Tripping , his steps could not recall agen ; But fell in sacred gore , and mud unclean . Yet not unmindfull of Euryalus love , Rising , he gave to Salius a shove , And tumbling with him , on the hard sand laid , Euryalus got first by Nisus aid , Out-stripping all with shouts and joyfull cries . Helymus next , Diores the third prise . Here Salius makes the Theater to ring Moving the Fathers with loud clamouring To grant those honours he 's bereav'd on thus . Beauty , sweat tears defend Euryalus : Vertue with beauty joyn'd more gratefull is ; Diores helps aloud , who the last prise , If Salius got the first , had won in vain . Then spake Aeneas , Firme your gifts remaine ; None shall remove the palme , but I may yet My hapless friends mischance compassionate . Then a huge lions hide he Salius gave Rich-fur'd , with golden claws . If vanquish't have These things , said Nisus , and such pity be On them that fall , what gift's reserv'd for me , Who with applause had the prime honour got , Had I not met with Salius spightfull lot ? This saying , he his limbs and face defil'd With foul mud shew'd ; The best of Princes smil'd , Bids the shield give him Didymaon wrought , Which he from Neptun's sacred pillar brought . The brave youth this fair present satisfies . After the course was done , dispos'd each prise , Now come the stout whose bosomes courage fill , And for the prize now shew their strength and skill , This said , two honours for the fight are plac'd , A Bull the victors , gold , and garlands grac'd , A sword and helme to cheer him got the worst . Straight from the throng then mighty Dares burst : And his vast limbs with great applause were shown . He oft with Paris did contend alone . He huge siz'd Butes at great Hectors tombe , Who from Amycus of Bebricia come Did overthrow , and with his conquering hands , Measur'd his length upon the yellow sands . Such Dares for the fight , his head rais'd high Shews his broad shoulders , and alternatly Swings his extended arms , and beats the winds . His match is sought , none that great concourse findes Dares take the Cestus , or himself present . To bear the palm from all he confident Before Aeneas stood ; nor more delay'd , His left hand holding the bulls horne , then said . Great Goddess son , if no man dare resist , Why stand I here , command I be dismist , And grant the prise . Trojans with one consent Cry'd he the man should promis'd gifts present . Here old Acestes chides Entellus , as Near plac'd they sate , on beds of verdant grass ; Entellus , valiant'st Hero once in vain , If thou let him untride , such honour gain : Wher 's now thy God and Master Erix name In slight regard ? and where is now thy fame Through Sicilie spread ? and spoyls hung on thy walls ? Then he : Not love of praise and glory failes Weaken'd by fear ; but me cold blood restrains , Benumb'd with age , and weakeness in my veins . Had I that youth which he with insolence Doth triumph in , from me long parted since , Gifts should not draw me , nor would I regard A goodly steer , nor stand upon reward . Two mighty bats he casts in , this being said , With which the cruell Erix oft had plaid , And tride th' hard skins . All were astonished , Seven huge bull hides , sow'de stiffe , with ir'n and lead . Dares was most dismaid , and long denies , The mighty weight great Anchisiades , And immense fouldings , here , and there did roule : While in such words the old man spake his soule . Had any seen those clubs Alcides bore ! And cruell battell fought upon this shore ! These arms thou seest , which blood and brains yet smear , Thy cosen Erix in times past did bear ; With these cop'd Hercules ; I with these did fight Whil'st blood gave better strength ; before the spight Of envious age had silver'd thus my brows . If Trojan Dares shall my arms refuse , If so Aeneas and the King shall please , We 'le match our arms , for thee I 'le these release ; Fear not , lay by thy Trojan arms . This said , His thick lin'd vest he from his shoulders laid , His huge limbs , bones , and brawnie muscles shew'd ; Then midst the place a mighty man he stood . When Prince Aeneas equall clubs commands , And weapons match'd he puts into their hands . Each stood prepar'd , themselves then raising high , Boldly they lift their arms unto the skie : Far back they draw their tall heads from the stroak , They joyne in fight , and blows with blows provoke . One trusting youth , best traversed his ground , Th' other in strength and sife advantage found : But with stiffe knees Entellus earnest slides , Whil'st short thick breathings shake his ample sides . Many blows past , yet neither had the best , Redoubled stroaks ring on their spacious brest , And hollow sides , about their ears and brows A swift hand flies , and cheeks resound with blows . Unmov'd yet old Entellus stood , his skill And watchfull eye , warding his body still . As at a fenced City Dares lies , Or a high towre by leagure to surprise : This entrance , that , strives by his art to gaine , And with oft storming seeks to get in vain . Entellus rai'sd his arme , and high did rise To make a stroke ; the coming blow he spies , And with his nimble body did prevent ; Upon the aire the old mans strength is spent , And heavie , he with a huge weight comes down . In Erymanthus so , or Ida's Crown , Torne from the roots , tumbles a hollow Pine . Trojans applauding rise , Sicilians joyne , Clamour scales heaven ; Acestes first runs forth To raise his equall aged friend from earth . But th' Heroe this retards not , nor affrights , He fiercer now comes on , rage strength excites , And shame with conscious vertue force revives . Then Dares headlong every where he drives With both his hands redoubling blows , nor stops Nor stayes . As in a storme the houses tops Rattle with haile , so thick he strokes bestows , And falls on Dares , with a showre of blows . Aeneas here forbids then to engage Further , unwilling that Entellus rage Proceed , so ends the fight , and thence conveyd Spent Dares , and with words appeasing , said . Hapless , what folly did thy minde bereave ? Dost thou not more then humane strength perceive ? Yield to the God ; then brought him off , this said . But Dares with weak knees tossing his head , His teeth all bloody , and gore vomiting , His faithfull equalls to the navie bring : The helme and sword appointed they receive , The bull , the prize unto Entellus leave . Proud of the palme , the Conquerour rais'd with joy , Then said , know Goddess Son , and you of Troy , By this , what strength I in my youth might have , And from what death you rescu'd Dares save . This said , as he against the bull did stand , Now his by fight , his bat pois'd in his hand , Rising , betwixt the horns he takes him full , And beats into his batter'd braine his skull . Dead he falls down , trembling on th' earth he lay ; And thus much adds , Erix to thee I pay This better gift then Dares life , and part A victor here , both with my arms , and art . Forthwith Aeneas those would exercise The nimble shaft invites , and plac'd the prize . Brought from Serestus ship with a great throng A mast he fix'd , to it a pidgeon hung , This as a mark to aime at he made fast , And in a brazen helme the lots were cast . All being met ; first place with great applause The bold Hyrtacides Hippocoon draws . Then Mnesteus conquerour in the navall game , Crown'd with fresh olives up glad Mnesteus came . Eurytion third ; thy brother most renown'd Pandarus , who did once the peace confound , And first his arrow mongst the Grecians shot . Acestes last drew from the helme his lot , And bold in youthful games will yet contend . Then with great strength their hooked bowes they bend ; Each for himself , and forth their arrow drew ; First through the skie from his loud bowstring flew Hyrtacides shaft , and cutting swift aire past , Then fix'd it self upon the adverse mast . It shook ; the frighted bird flutters her wings , And every part with loud applauses rings . After bold Mnestheus stands , his bowe he bent , Taking his aim , his eye with th' arrow went ; Though he was not so happy with the shot To hit the pigeon , yet he broke the knot , By which her feet to the high mast were tide ; She down the wind in a dark cloud did glide . Then swift Eurytion did his shaft prepare , And ready , calls his brother in his prayer ; As with spread wings thence the glad pigeon flew Through vacant aire , in gloomy clouds he slew . Breathlesse she fell , life in aetherial sphears Forsook , and falling the fix'd arrow bears . Acestes yet remain'd , the palm being got ; Yet through the ample skie his arrow shot , Boasting his art , and sounding bowe ; streight , here A future prodigie , and great signs appear , Such after-chance declar'd , and omens late Which dreadful prophets did prognosticate . For flying through moyst clouds , the arrow fires , And chalks the way with flames , then spent expires Amongst the winds ; as often through the aire A meteor shoots , and stars with blazing haire . All are amaz'd : Trojans , Sicilians joyne In prayers ; but great Aeneas lik'd the signe , And did Acestes joyfully imbrace , Then loading him with mighty gifts , thus sayes ; Best father take ( for so would heavens great King By these strange signs we , thee prime honours bring ) This cup inchac'd with figures thou must have , Which Thracian Cisseus old Anchises gave : The mighty gift my Sire he did present , Both of his love the pledge and monument , And with fresh laurel binds his brows . This said , Then over all Acestes conquerour made ; Nor good Eurytion did such grace envy . Though he the Dove brought from the losty sky . Next he rewards him , broke the cord , and last Who fix'd his winged arrow in the mast . But Prince Aeneas , scarce this sport being done , Epytides , tutor , and companion T' Ascanius , cals , and speak in 's trusty eare ; If Julus , and the young troops ready were , The horses train'd , he with the band should come , And shew himself , arm'd at his grandsires tombe ; Then streight commands the throng'd in People , here To make an open field , the Place to cleer . The boys march up , before their Parents shew On gallant steeds , whom Trojans as they go And the Trinacrian youth , with shouts admir'd . All as the use , bright helm'd , and brave attir'd , And with steel points two cornel javelins bore , Light quivers , some , and chains of gold they wore About their necks , that rich and curious be . Three troops march'd on , lead up by captains three : Twice six youth march in a divided band , Bravely drawn up , whom equal chiefs command . Young Priam nam'd from 's grandsire first in Place Lead up his youth , Polites thy fair race , Latium t' augment a Thracian courser bore With white spots dapled , and white feet before , Who lofty in his forehead shew'd a star . Next Atys , whence the Latine Atii are , Young Atys whom Ascanius lov'd ; and last Ascanius who in beauty all surpast , Rid a brave horse , which Dido did present Of her dear love the pledge and monument . Each other youth was mounted on a Steed Of old Acestes , pure Trinacrian breed . The Trojans full of joy , did entertain With acclamation this ambitious train , Who by their faces their old Parents knew . When these they had seen , delighted with the shew , Epytides gave the signe , to them prepar'd , And makes his loud switch ring ; no sooner heard , They ran together , in three squadrons , then Divide , and open at the word agen , Their courses change , and cruell javelins bear , They countermarch , the front becomes the rear ; Alternate orbs with wheeling they include , Now arm'd they seem to fight , and now subdu'de They make retreat , then cheer'd they turn the lance , And peace concluding equally advance . As once the Labyrinth in high Crete ( fame says ) A thousand turnings had , with doubtful ways , Which did no signe unto the followers leave , But with perpetual errors did deceive . So youthful Trojans wheet , and in that sort , They flight and battell interweave with sport : As Dolphins who the swelling waves divide In Lybick seas , and wanton in the tide . Ascanius when long Alba he did frame Did first appoint this custome , and this game , And th' ancient Latins taught to celebrate : What he and Trojan youth did , th' Alban state Their off-spring shew'd this greatest Rome from hence Receiv'd , and kept those honours ever since , The game , Troys youthful troops the Trojan names , Thus finished he his blessed fathers games . Here first inconstant fortune chang'd her brow , Whilst they with various rites perform'd their vow , From heaven Saturnian Iuno Iris sent To th' Ilian Fleet : winds breathing as she went : Revolving much , nor was her ancient spleen Yet satisfi'd ; the Virgin swift unseen , Streight through the bowe of thousand colours flies , The shores she views , and mighty concourse spies , The port forsook , all from the Navy gone : But far off Trojan dames she saw alone , Who mourn'd Anchises , and the deeps survaid , And weeping ah so many floods ( they said ) And shoals must yet the weary passe , all pray For seats , toyld with the troubles of the sea . Skilful in mischief , in 'mongst these she prest , And lays aside her goddesse forme and vest , And streight old Beroe , Dorycles wife became , Who once had children , honour and great fame , And thus she did midst Ilian dames declare . O wretches ! whom no Graecian in this war Vouchsaf'd to kill at home , unfortunate , For what sad end are you preserv'd by fate ? Since Troys destruction now seven years are past , Whilst we by seas , dire rocks , and countreys vast , Rai●ing new Stars , are born through floods : whilst we Involv'd with waves , seek flying Italy . Fraternal Erix , kind Acestes strands To plant in , build a city , who withstands ? O country , and our Gods preserv'd in vain , Shall no place Troy be stil'd ? shall we again Hectorian streams , nor Xanthus , Symois see ? Come , this unhappy Navy burn with me . In sleep to me Cassandra did appear , She brought me fire , and said , Your Troy seek here , This is your seat ; now is the time to act , Neptunes four altars see ; let 's not protract : The God himself courage , and brands , affords . Then cruel fire she snatch'd ( using these words ) And far off bran dishing she casts the flames , Rais'd and astonish'd are the Ilian dames . Here one , call'd Pyrgo , who by age took place , Nurse to so many of great Priams race ; Said , This not Beroe , Dorycles wife , nor this A Rhetian dame ; here divine beauty is : Mark her bright eyes , and breath ; behold her face , Her voyces accent , and her stately grace . I now left Beroe sick , much griev'd that she Should only from such offering absent be , Nor could t' Anchises bring due sacrifice . Such things she said . But they the Fleet behold with cruel eyes , Doubtful 'twixt woful love of present seats They stood , or lands to them design'd by fates : When with spread wings to heaven the Goddesse glides , And the great bow under the clouds divides . Inrag'd and wondering then the Ilian dames With great noise snatch from private harths the flames ; Some altars spoile , and boughs , leaves , fire-brands threw ; 'Mongst painted sterns , banks , oars , with loose reins flew , Vulcan inrag'd . When to Anchises tombe And to the theater Eumelus did come From the fire'd navy , and such tidings told , Then they in clouds black rising smoke behold . And first Ascanius , sprightly as he did His troop lead , to the camp disturbed rid ; Nor by his fearful tutors could be staid ; What new rage ? whither now ? what mean ye ? said . Ah wretched women , you your own hopes burn , Not th' enemies camp ; to your Ascanius turn : And at their feet his empty helm he cast , Which personating war , his forehead grac'd . Aeneas hastes ; with him the Trojan bands ; But they amaz'd , fled , scatter'd through the strands , To woods , and hollow rocks : their minds restor'd They know their own ; their enterprise abhor'd , And Juno now is shaken from their breast ; But not those untam'd fires could be supprest , Tow , smothering lives under the sappy oke ; The vessels catching , vomit gloomy smoke ; The cruel plague seiz'd the whole Fleet at length , 'Gainst rivers pow'r , and all the Hero's strength . Pious Aeneas then his garments rends , And to the Gods for aid his hands extends . All-potent Jove , if all the Trojans be Not in thy hate , if antient Pietie Humane affairs regards ; these flames destroy ; O father , save the poor remains of Troy ; Or if deservd , with thunder strike me dead , And now orewhelm with thy right hand . Scarce said , When a black tempest rag'd ; a mighty rain Fell without mean : the mountains , all the plain With thunder shook ; condensing Auster sent A most black storm through the whole firmament . The decks are fill'd ; Oke once half burnt , growes moist Untill the flame was quenchd ; four only lost , Sav'd from that plague . But Prince Aeneas here Shook with the bitter chance , now here , now there , Great cares revolving in his breast ; if he Mindlesse of fates , should plant in Sicilie , Or take Italian shore . Old Nautes said , Whom Pallas with much art had famous made , Then to the Prince : What ere the mighty ire Of gods portend , or what the fates require , We must endure . Comforting , he begun Thus to Aeneas : O thou Goddesse son , Let us obey the fates ; whatever chance , All fortunes vanquish'd are by sufferance . Trojan Acestes of a race divine , Unto thy counsels an associate joyn . Let him receive thy lost ships companies : And those now tir'd with thy great enterprise . The weary matrons , and old men select , The weak , and those whom dangers now deject ; Here let them plant , and here a city frame , And from Acestes give the walls a name . He with these words of his old friend was cheerd , Yet in his breast still many cares appear'd . When nights black chariot had possest the pole , From thence he saw descend Anchises soule , And pouring forth such voyces , did appeare ; O son , then life , whilst life remain'd , more dear ! O son , bosied in Trojun fates ! I am By Joves command sent hither ; who from flame . Preserv'd thy ships , and pitied from the sky . Old Nautes counsel take , for Italy ; And bold youth choose ; a race thou must orecome Cruel by use of war in Latium . But first to Pluto's dismall courts repair , And deep Avernus , where my dwellings are . I am not with sad shades , in implous hell , But with the blest in glad Elizium dwell . Chast Sybil shall conduct thee to the place , With much blood of black sheep : there all thy race , And new seats thou shalt know ; and now farwell , Moyst night hath reach'd her vertick parallell ; The cruell East blows me with panting steeds , He through thin aire like smoke thus saying , speeds . Aeneas then : Where hastes thou ? to what place ? Whom dost thou fly ? why driven from our embrace ? This said , he ashes stirs , and cover'd fire , The Trojan lar ; and in old Vestas quire , Suppliant with holy bread , and full cups bends . Acestes raising first , and next his friends . Both his dear fathers will , and Joves command Declares : and what shall now resolved stand . Nor more advice , these did Acestes grant . They place the matrons ; willing People plant : A city gave souls ignorant of great fame ; Ships half-consum'd repair , new bancks they frame : Oars , cables fit , but few their numbers are , But of most lively courages in war. Mean while Aeneas plows their city wals , Houses allots , this Troy , that Ilium calls : Acestes joys in his new realms ; and draws A Forum out , gives Conscript fathers laws . On Erix top , a fane nigh heaven was rear'd To Venus , and a sacred grove prepar'd , And a Priest added to Anchises tombe ; And now the ninth day of their feast was come ; Altars they grace : when soft gales calm the main , And breathing Auster cals to Sea again . Through trending shores complainings loud ascend ; Both day and night they with embraces spend ; Those Women now , To whom before the Sea Seem'd rough , nor could endure the Deitie , Would fly , and every danger now contemn ; With kind words good Aeneas comforts them , And weeping recommends t' Acestes care . To storms a lamb , three calvs to Erix are Offer'd , and then loose cables he commands , And on the prow , crown'd with cut Olive stands , Holding a bowl , and in the swelling brine He entrals casts , and powrs forth liquid Wine ; Fair gales attend his sterne ; the sailers sweep The curled waves , and brush the azure deep . But Venus mean while exercis'd in cares , To Neptune spake , and such complaints declares . Juno's sad wrath , and unappeased breast . Makes me descend to thee with this request : Whom neither time nor Piety can move , Nor fates can quiet , nor commands of Jove . Was 't not enough with fierce spleen to destroy The Phrygian city ? poor remains of Troy , To force through miseries ; but bones and dust She persecutes ; can such a rage be just ? Thou know'st what storms on Lybian seas did rise By her commands , commixing waves and skies , And with Aeolian gusts what hils she rais'd , Thus daring in thy realms . Ah shame ! behold , the Trojan Dames she drove To fire their Fleet ; and their ships lost , did move Their friends to leave them on strange shores . I crave Those yet remain may through their billows have Safe passe : Laurentian Tyber touch : if I Those wals require , granted by destiny . The deep seas Tamer then ; O Erycine Trust to our Realms , from whence thou draw'st thy line . I also have deserv'd ; who did withstand Heaven and seas rage so oft : nor lesse by land My care of thy Aeneas , witnessed Symois , Xanthus , when the Trojans fled Trembling before Achilles to their wals . Who many thousands sent to funerals . Full rivers groan'd , nor Xanthus to the Seas Could find his course ; from strong Aeasides I in a hollow cloud brought off thy son Weaker in strength and Gods ; destruction Wishing that perjur'd Troy these hands did rear . My mind is still the same ; then banish fear ; He shall in safety touch th' Avernid● coast : One only shall he misse in th' Ocean lost ; One life for many must be paid . At this the goddesse sad care intermits ; The God his steeds conjoyns , and foamy bits Adds to the fierce , and with ejected rein , His azure chariot hurries o're the main . Billows give place , under his loud axe lie Waves level'd now , and stormes forsake the sky ; Then varied shapes , and mighty whales appear , Old Glaucus troops , Inons , Palamon , there The active Tritons , Forcus finny train , Upon the left hand of th' appeased main , Thetis , Thalia , Spio , Panope , Melite , Nise and Cymodoce . Here Prince Aeneas flattering joys did find At last to raise his long dejected mind . Then cheerfull to the sailors gave command . To rear the top masts , to their tackling stand . All pull at once ; larboard and starboard hale : Unfurl the shetes , and hoyst the lofty sail , The wish'd gale drives them : Palinure preceds , And being admirall , the squadron leads . All steer as he commands . And now moyst night Had almost touch'd mid heavens vertick height . The sailor on hard benches 'mongst his oars , His weary limbs with quiet rest restores . When from aetheriall stars , soft Somnus glides , Removes the airy darknesse , shades divides , With a sad dream ( poor Palinure ) to thee , Upon the high sterne sate the deitie , Like Phorbas , and with these words did appear ; Palinure , the sea it self thy ship will steere ; A soft gale breaths , there is a time to rest : Lie down , steal sleep for eyes with toyl opprest , And I thy charge shall for a while supply , Palinure then said , scarce lifting up his eye ; Wouldst thou I should a quiet sea beleeve , To this inconstant monster credit give ? Should I Aeneas to false Auster leave , And serene skies , that me so oft deceive ? This said , he fix'd unto the rudder lies , Holds fast , and on the stars he held his eyes . The God , behold , in Lethe steep'd , a bough Sleepy with Stygian strength , shakes o're his brow , And wandring eyes of him resisting clos'd . Scarce were his nerves in quiet slumber loos'd , Leaning , that part being loose on which he stood , He with the helm , fals in the briny flood , And oft in vain to his companions cries . With wings the God mounts the aetherial skies . Fearlesse , the ship not slower , a safe course sailes , Nor in in his promise father Neptune failes . Neer Syrens rocks , once dangerous , now they stood , White with the bones of men , beat with the flood Hoarse waves resound ; but when the Prince perceiv'd The ship to wander , of her guide bereav'd , Through nightly waves he did the helm attend , Much sighing the misfortune of his friend : O Palinure , trusting fair feas and skie , Thou naked on some coast unknown must lie .

THE SIXTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS . THE ARGUMENT At Sybils cave Aeneas asks his fates ; Inspir'd , she answers through a hundred gates . Misenus rites ; the golden bough is found . Hells dismal passage , and the Stygian sound . Rude Charon pleas'd ; a sop loud Cerberus takes . Sad souls hem'd in with nine infernal lakes . Dido is seen ; Deiphobus appears . Hell and Elizium . Every thousand years Souls Lethe drink , and bodies reassume . Anchises shews his son those Lords of Rome Must spring from him ; their character relates ; And after lets him forth at ivory gates . THus he said weeping , and with full saile stands , Gliding at last to the Euboick strands . They turn from Sea their prows , their ships they moare , And the tall Navy guards the winding shore . The glad vouth leap'd on land , streight some desire To force from flint the hidden seeds of fire . Some teare the shelters of wild beasts , the woods , Whilst others looke about for fresher floods . But good Aeneas sought high towrs which have Phoebus their Lord , dread Sibills woundrous cave , Secrets remote ; on whom the God bestows An ample mind , and future things foreshews , To Dians growes and golden roofs they came , Daedalus flying Minos realms , ( they fame ) To swift wings trusting boldly , through the skies A way untracted to the cold North flies , At last on Chalcis towre he stands , where he First lighting , Phoebus , gave his wings to thee ; And a large Temple built ; whose porch presents Androgeus death , Athenian punishments , ( A wofull thing ) leven children , the demands Annually paid , with lots the sad urne stands . Crete that survayes the Sea was opposite ; A bulls dire love , Pasiphaes stolne delight , The mix'd race Minotaure , his Monstrous son , The monument of her foule lust was done . The structure , and the Labyrinth here was seen ; But Daedalus pitying th' inamor'd Qneen . The art and windings of that house betraies , Shewing the clew ; thou Icarus in these Shouldst a great part ( had grief permitted ) shar'd ; To draw thy chance in gold he twice prepar d , Twice fell the fathers hands , Soon the whole frame , They had surva●d ; but that Achates came And did the priestesse of great Phoebus bring Deiphobe , who thus bespake the King ; This is no time such sights to entertain ; Then bids seaven steers from untouch'd heards be slaine , And as the custome equall sheep be paid . Having said there , the rites were not delaid , And bids the Twojaus to the Temple come . A cave was cut from a rocks vaster wombe , Whence through a hundred gates , a hundred ways , Sybil as many prophesies convayes . As he drew neer , the Virgin cries ; Be bold To ask thy fate ; The god the god behold This said , her colour chang'd ; nor had her face And comely tresses , the same form or grace : But her swoln bosome pants , a mighty rage Doth all the faculties of her soul engage : Nor humane voice , greater she seems to be Inspired with th' approaching Deitie . Trojan Aeneas , then aloud she said , Hast thou not made thy vowes ? hast thou not praid ? Nor vast gates of the fatal house till then Shall open . Here she silent was agen ; And through the Trojans bones shot trembling feare ; Whilst from his soul the King powrs forth his prayer . O Phoebus , thou that strov'st still to protect Unhappy Troy , and didst the shaft direct , And Paris hand to wound Aeacides : I , led by thee , strange lands and many seas To the remote Massylian shores have past , And realms extended unto deserts vast . We Italies flying coasts at length have took , But by our own sad fortune not forsook . And all you Gods and Goddesses that were Foes to Troy's glory , now that nation spare , And you blest Prophetesse humbly I intreat , ( I seek but realms are due to me by fate ) . That we in Latium may find new abodes , And habitations for our wand ring gods ; I then to Phoebus and Diana shall A temple build of marble ; where I le call On solemn dayes , on great Apollo's name , And in our realm Chappels for thee I le frame , In which the fates and fortunes of our race Which pleas'd you now foretell , shall have their place ; And there , blest maid , I le consecrate choise men . Commit not unto leaves thy verses then , Lest they to wanton winds a sport be made : But sing thy self , I pray . He ends , this said . But in the cave she furious takes no rest , Striving to shake the great God from her brest ; Who tires her more , her raging mouth he frames , And by constraining her fierce bosome tames . The hundred gates themselves now open fling , And through the aire Sibylla's answer bring . Thou scap'd from dangers of the sea , far more Remain at land ; the Trojans shall the shore Of Latium find ; thy breast from such cares free , And soon repent : Wars , horrid wars I see , And Tyber swell'd with blood , nor shalt thou misse Greek camps , a Xanthus and a Symois , A new Achilles of a Goddesse come , And you shall Juno find in Latium . What people , what Italian seats in want , Shalt thou not sue to as a suppliant ? A wife shall cause again the Trojan woe , And forrain marriage . Yet dangers fear not , but on bolder goe , What course thy fortune grants , thy first supplies Which thou least thinks , from a Greek seat shall rise . These horrid circumstances from her cell , Cumean Sibyl bellowing did foretell , With dark phrase clouding truth : then Phoebus shakes His reins , and her chaf'd heart more fury takes . When she grew calme and her wild rage alaid ; Aeneas spake ; Not any toyle , O Maid , To me an new unlook'd for shape presents , I foresee all , and cast their worst events . One boone I crave ( since to infernall realms This way conducts and Acherons dismal streames ) That I my dearest father may behold . Open the way , inchaunted gates unfold ; Him I from thousand weapons through the flame Brought on my shoulders , through an hoast I came , He me accompanied through all the maine And weake did threatning seas and skyes ●●●taine Above the strength , and temper of his age . Us at thy gates t' attend , he did ingage . O pitie then the father and the sonne Blest Maid , for all things can by thee be done . Nor Hecate plac'd thee ore those groves in vaine . If Orpheus could Eurydice regaine , Help'd by his Thracian lyres sweet harmony ; Could Pollux by alternate dying free His brother and returne ? why should I name Theseus , Alcides ? that from Jove I came ? Such things he pray'd , and by the altars hung . Then she replyde ; Trojan Aeneas , sprung From blood of Gods : to hel's an easie way , Black Pluto's gates stand open night : And day But to return , and the bright aire to view , This is the worke , the labour of a few , Whom Jove esteems , or vertue hath rais'd high , And sprung from Gods Woods in the middle lie , And round , Cocytus motes with a black lake . If so great love , if such desires thee take , Twice to swim Styx , black hell twice to survay , And to strange toyles th' art pleas'd to give such way , Hear thy first task . A golden bough doth lie , With shining leaves hid in a shady tree ; Sacred t'infernall Juno this is said ; This the whole woods , and obscure valleys shade : To visit parts below all are restrain'd Untill the bough with golden leaves is gain'd , Which to fair Proserpine must presented be . This pluck'd , another golden from the tree Sprouts with like metal ; with your eye search round , And breake it gently off , when it is found . If fates call thee , it will with ease be gain'd , Else not by ●y violence constrain'd : Nor shall by thee with hardest steele be got , But now thy dead friend , ah thou knowst it not , The whole fleet with his corps contaminates , Whilst thou consulting at our threshold waits ; Him first in quiet shade intombe ; then bring . Black sheep , an expiating offering ; Darke reasms deny de the living thou mayst then Behold . This said , she silent was agen . Aeneas with fix'd eyes , and sad lookes went , And leaves the cave musing the sad event ; Faithfull Achates his companion goes With equall steps , dividing equall woes ; Betwixt themselves many conjectures , whom She meant was dead , what corps they should intombe . When as they go , they saw Misenus left On the dry shore , by a sad death bereft . Misenus , none more excellent was found , T inflame to battell by his trumpets sound ; Great Hectors friend , who with him fights atchiev'd , Whom , when Achilles had of life depriv'd , This valiant Heroe to Aeneas joynd , Who nothing was in feats of War behind , But sounding his shrill trumpet towards the seas And fondly challenging the deities ; Him , emulous Triton ( if it credit have ) Among the rocks , drown'd in a foamy wave . Groaning with great complaints , about they stand ; Pious Aeneas chief : Sybils command Weeping they haste , and with heap'd wood the while Up to high heaven they rear his funerall pile , He visits an old wood , where wild beasts dwel , Elms ring with axes , and tall Cedars fell , They trunks of ash , and oke with wedges rive , And down the hils , woods of wild ashes drive . Amidst the works , Aeneas formost cheer'd His friends , and girded with like arms appear'd . When with a sad heart to himself he said , Viewing the mighty wood , and thus he praid ; O that the golden bough it self would shew , In this huge grove , since all hath proved too true Of thee Misenus , which the Priestesse said . Scarce spoke : when from the skies two pigeons made Their flight to him , and to the green earth drew . His mothers doves soon the great Heroe knew : And joyfull praid ; If through those tracts above Lies any way , direct me to the grove , Where the rich bough the fertile soyle doth shade : Blest mother help , still reay to my aid . These having spake , on cheerfully he went , Their flight observing , and what course they bent . But feeding they , no farther distance flew , Then they which follow with clear sight may view . Thence to Avernus noisome gulph they fly A nimble course , and cut the liquid sky : On seats descride , two boughs they pearch'd , whence raies Through branches of discolour'd gold displays . As in the woods oft times a tree will shew , Fresh in cold winter , green with mislletoe ; And a new leafe not from her own sap shoots , Embracing the smooth bole with blushing fruits . So from the shady elme the branches shinde , The spangles crackling with the gentle wind , Th' unwilling branch straight down Aeneas tore , And to the Prophetesse Sybilla bore . Nor lesse mean while Trojans Misenus mourn , And his sad dust with funerall rites adorn . First a huge pile with sappy pine erect , And cloven oke , with sable branches deckt : About the sides they mournful cypresse place , And with his shining arms the structure grace . Some water warme , the flowing Caldron swims Ore flames ; they bathe , and 'noint , his frigid limbs . Then with a groan him on the biere they lay : Above his purple vest , known weeds display . Part , a sad work , take up the ponderous hearse , And as the ancient use , faces reverse Held to the torch ; full bowls of oyl they turn , And gifts of frankincense congested burn . After the ashes fell , and flames decline , The reliques , and dry sparks they quench in wine , In brasse the bones then Chorineus urns , About his mates twice with pure water turns , And he from boughs of happy olive spread Light dews : and they being purg'd , the last words said . But good Aeneas a huge tombe did raise , On which his arms , his oare , and trumpet lays , Under a mighty hill which now they call From him Misenus , and for ever shall . This , done he did Sybils commands dispatch . There was a deep cave with a mighty breach , With black lakes moted , and a horrid grove , Ore which not safely swiftest wings could move , Such were the vapours from those fowl jaws came ; This place the Graecians did Avernus name . Here first he foure black bullocks did designe The Priest upon the forehead powring wine , Haire pluck'd betwixt the horns , on sacred flame Lays the prime gift , calling on Hecats name , Powerfull in heaven , and hell : with knives some stood Prepar'd , and sav'd in bouls the reeking blood , A black fleec'd lambe pious Aeneas slew , The furies mother , and great sisters dew , A barren Cow , thee Proserpine they bring , Then rear night altars to the Stygian King : And buls firme entrals on the flames did pile , And poure on scorching bowels purest oyl . When with the dawn behold ! and rising sun , Beneath their feet earth groans , the cliffs begun Of the high woods to move , dogs in the shade Howle as the Goddesse her approaches made . Far , O far off from hence , be all prophane , ( The Priestesse cries ) and from the Grove abstain ; And thou Aeneas draw thy sword , and go , Now courage needs , now thy great valour shew . This said , in th' open cave the Furious leaps , As fast he follows with undaunted steps . You Gods who souls command , and silent ghosts , Phlegeton , Chaos , nights vast dismall coasts . Grant I declare things heard , by your aid shew What earth and darknesse long hath hid below . Obscur'd through shades , and wofull night they past Through Pluto's empty courts , and kingdoms waste . As through dark woods , when a new moon displaid Pale beams , and Jove the sky hides with a shade , And black night colour did from things compell . Just at the door , before the gates of hell , Sorrow repos'd , with her revenging Rage , Pale sicknesses and discontented age , Fear , with dire Famine , and base Povertie , Labour and death , shapes terrible to see . Then sleep allied to Death , and fond joys are Plac'd on the other side , with deadly War , On iron beds , Furies and Discord sit , Their viperous hair with bloody fillets knit . Here a dark elme , did ancient boughs display , The seat ( as they report ) where vain dreams lay , And stuck 〈◊〉 every leafe : then a huge brood Of various monsters , biform'd Scylla stood , And Centaitrs in the porch ; with hundred hands Briareus and the Lernian Hydra stands , Chymera hissing loud , and arm'd with fire , The triple shade , Gorgons and Harpyes dire . Aeneas draws , then struck with sudden fear , Opposing the sharp point to them drew neer . But that his learn'd companion him perswades , They were but fleeting forms , and empty shades , In vain he had attempted ghosts to wound . Hence led the way to th' Acherontick sound ; With a vast gulph here whirlpits vext with mud , Boyling casts sands up from the Stygian flood . Charon the horrid ferry-man these deeps With dreadiul squallidnesse , and river keeps . His untrim'd cheeks were rough with hoary hair , Knotty his beard , his firy eyes did stare , Tye'd on his shoulders hung a sordid coat ; He trims his sails , drives with a pole his boat , And in his rusty bark wafts Passengers ; The God was youthful still , though struck in years . Here all the scatter'd throngs rush to these coasts , Men , Women came , and valiant Hero's Ghosts , Depriv'd of life ; boys , virgins , young men , here Before their Parents laid upon the bier . As in first cold of autumne from the trees The leaves fall thick , or to the shore from seas The birds repair in flocks , when early frosts Drive them from water unto warmer coasts . They stand , and first for passages implore , Their hands lift up , longing for th' other shore ; But the grim wafter these , now them receives , But others far off on the sand he leaves . Aeneas wondring at the tumult , said Wherefore this concourse to the streams , O maid ? Say what these souls require , why those the shores . Forsake , and other billows roul with oars . Brief , th' aged Priestesse thus to him replies . Anchises son , sure stock of deities , Thou Styx , Cocytus view'st , by this to swear And to deceive the power , the Gods do fear . All those sad troops thou seest , are not interr'd ; That Charon ; those he wafts are sepulcher'd . Untill their bones in quiet rest , before , None passe these hoarce waves to the horrid shore . A hundred years to wander here they' are bound , Permitted then to passe the Stygian sound . The Prince at this no further did advance , And full of thoughts , pitying their sad mischance , Leucaspes and Orontes there he spies , The Lycian chief , sad , wanting obsequies ; Whom the black south o're set with tempest , when They sail'd to Troy , waves swallowing ship and men . Lo ! Palinure the master next appear'd , Whom whilst by stars from Lybia he steer'd , Fell mid'st the waves , and tumbles with the stern , Him when he could in so much shade discern , O Palinure , first said what deitie Snatch'd thee from us and drown'd amid'st the Sea , Speak ; for to me still Phoebus words prov'd true , But onely in my hopes concerning you . He said , thou safe to Latium through the seas , Shouldst passe ; behold ! Are these his promises ? Great Trojan Prince , Phoebus deceiv'd not thee , Said Palinure , nor hath the God drown'd me ; For the torne rudder grasping with much force , As to my charge I stuck , and steer'd my course , With it I fell , by the rough seas I sweare , Nor for my selfe conceiv'd I so much feare , But that the Master wanting at the helme , Such swelling waves thy ship might overwhelme . Three stormie nights rough south winds carried me Through the vast waves ; the fourth dawne , Italy Rais'd on a swelling wave I saw , and swam Softly to shore , and to firm footing came , When cruel men on me with weapons set , Grasping rough bancks , loaden with garments wet , Who ignorantly tooke me for a prey ; The waves possesse me now , and in the sea The winds oft rowle my body to the shore ; But by heavens pleasant light I thee implore , Py thy deare Father , and thy hopefull heire Take me from hence great Prince , or else interre ( For thou hast power ) and seeke m'in Velins bay . Or if thy mother Venus shew the way , ( For I beleeve without some aiding God Thou com'st not now , to faile this dreadful flood ) Then helpe a wretch , and me transport with thee , That I at last in death may quiet be . This said , then Sybill thus her selfe exprest , Whence Palinurus , comes this strange request ? Wouldst thou unburied , Styx , the furies Lake , Behold , and without leave these shores forsake ? Desist to hope that fates will heare thy prayer ; But take this comfort to appease thy care . The neighbouring Cities shall thy bones interre , And mov'd by omens , build thy sepulchre ; Then to thy tombe pay yearly rites , and shall The place for ever Palinurus call . These words appeas'd his cares , and griefe ore-came , Proud of a countrey that should beare his name . Then on they went , and to the stream drew nigh . As Charon these from Stygian waves did spie Bending through silent groves , to his sad strands : Thus rudely first begins , and threatning stands . Who ere thus arm'd approachest to our streams , Your businesse tell : this is the place of dreams , Of shades , and drousie night ; depart , nor can My Stygian boat transport a living man . Nor pleas'd it me to waft ore Stygian seas , Theseus , Perithous , nor great Hercules , Though sprung from Gods , men never vanquished . From our Kings Throne , in chains Alcides led Hels porter trembling , the other did combine To take from Plutoe's bed chast Proserpine . Then Sybill said , give not such way to rage , Here are no stratagems nor arms t' ingage A violence ; let hels Porter ever lye In 's kennell , and pale Shadowes terrifie ; Still in her Uncles Court the Queen may be . Aeneas fam'd for armes and pietie , To see his father , through darke shades descends . If thee no shape of such affection bends , Behold this bough ( which hidden in her vest She shewes ) then swelling rage forsakes his breast : Nor more he said , but the strange gift admires , The fatall bough not seen in many years . Then turns his sable vessel toward the strand , Thence drives those Ghosts sate waiting on the sand , Opens his hatches , and receives his freight . The craz'd boat groanes with great Aeneas weight , And leakie drunck much water ; safe at last He with the Priestesse and Aeneas past , And free from foule mud , 'mongst black rushes lands . From triple jawes great Cerberus through those strdans Still barks , and huge in a vast kennell lies . When she his neck dreadfull with serpents spies , She casts to him a soporiferous bit : He opens his three mouths to swallow it , Then being laid , stretcht forth his long back lies Measuring his kennell with his mighty sise . Aeneas past , whilst Cerberus sleeps , and leaves The shores of irrenavigable waves . Then they heard voices , and a mighty cry Of Infants weeping , which in th' entrance lie ; Whom from sweet life a wofull death did call From the loved teate , with timelesse funerall ; Next , those who falsly were condemn'd to die , And did not without Lot or judgement lie . Minos being plac'd , a silent councell cals , And lives examines of the criminals . Next after these , those wretched Ghosts recide , Who nating life , have by their own hands dyde , And lost their soules : who now to live again Would not hard toyle and poverty disdain ; Them fates deny , and the most dreadfull sound Binds in , and Stix nine times incircles round . Not farre from hence they to large champaigns came , The fields of sorrow call'd , such was the name ; Here those whom cruell love with griefe devours , Did haunt close walks , conceal'd in mirtle bowres , Nor in their death relinquish they their woes ; There Phedra , Procris , and Euryphile goes , Shewing those wounds her son had made , he saw Pasiphae , Evadne , Laodomia , Coeneus with them , now woman , once a man , Whom fates restor'd to her own sex againe . Amongst these , Dido wandred the great wood , With a fresh wound , whom , as Troys Heroe stood , And drawing nigh , through obscure shades he knew : Such in her prime , the rising moon we view , Or seeme at least to see , through clouds displaid : Powring forth tears , then with sweet love he said ; Ah haplesse Dido , truth that newes did tell Which said thou' rt dead , and by thy own hand fell . I was the cause ; now by the stars I vow , By Gods , and faith , if any is below , Unwillingly best Queen , I left thy lands , But was inforced by the gods commands : Who now compell me through these shades to passe , Through deepest night , and this most dismall place . Nor my departure could I ere suppose Could thee , alas , ingage in so much woes . O stay , and part not thus . whom fly'st thou ? me ? We nere shall meet againe , so fates decree . These to her vext and frowning he declares Her to appease , but forceth his own tears : Fix'd on the earth her eyes averse she held , Nor was to change no more with words compeld , Then if hard flint , or Parian Rocks had stood : Then flyes displeas'd , and seeks some shady wood ; To her first Lord Sichaeus she repaires , Who answers all her love , and meets her cares . Aeneas no lesse strucken with these woes , Follows with tears , lamenting as he goes . Thence on they passe , to fields remote they went , And Groves where souls renown'd in war frequent ; Valiant Parthenopus and Tydeus here With pale Adrastus shade , did first appear ; Those much above lamented , in a train , He all those Dardans saw in battel slain ; Glaucus , and Medon , Thersilocus he moans , Polybetes Ceres Priest , Antenors sons , Idaeus in 's chariot arm'd ; thick souls frequent Now on each hand , nor i' st sufficient To see him once , to tary they desire , And walk with him , his coming they inquire . But the Greek Captains , Agamemnon's bands , Viewing the mans bright arms through shadie strands , Shake with huge feare : part , as in times past , fly To seek their ships , part raise a feeble cry , And the rais'd clamour in the utterance dies . Here Priams son Deiphobus he spies , Wounded all ore ; his mangled face appears , His face and hands , his head dispoil'd of ears , With a dishonour'd wound his ravisht nose ; Him pale , and dire wounds hiding , scarce he knowes ; At last with known voice spake : O valiant Deiphobus , of Teucers high descent , Whom could such cruel punishments delight ? Who had the power ? that last and woful night , I heard that thou with Graecian slaughter tir'd , Upon a heap of confus'd corps expir'd . An empty tombe I on the Rhetian coast Have rear'd , and thrice aloud implor'd thy Ghost ; There are thy arms and name ; but thee not found , I could not bury friend in native ground . Then he : Nothing dear friend didst thou neglect ; All rites are paid , my tombe thou didst erect : But my own fates , curst Helen me bereft , Drown'd in these woes , and she these monuments left . For as thou knowst , we past with false delight Never to be forgot , that last sad night , When through great Troy the fatal horse did come , And pregnant with an army in his wombe ; She fain'd a dance , and Phrygian dames in wild Orgies she led , amidst a huge torch held , And cals the Grecians from a battlement . Tird with my cares , and drowsie , then I went To my unhappy bed , where in calme rest I slept as with the charms of death possest . Mean while my dear wife took my arms away , And from my head did my good sword convay , Opens the gates , lets Menelaus in , Hoping by this great act his love to win , And past offences to extinguish thus . They rush in ( to be brief ) with Ithacus Plotter of mischief ; heaven such Greeks repay , If for revenge with pious lips I pray . But tell what chance thee living hither sent , Driven by storms , or by the gods consent ? Or by what fortune brought , that thou resorts To these dark places , sad and dismal courts . By this the morn in her bright chariot ran Betwixt the poles to heavens Meridian , And th' whole time granted they had thus delaid ; But Sybil them advis d , and briefly said : Night hastes , O Prince , and houres in weeping glide , This is the place where the two wayes divide ; the right , which to great Pluto's Pallace bends , T' Elizum leads ; the left , to hell descends , Where wicked men receive their punishment . Deiphabus said , great Priestesse be content , I shall depart , and fill in shades the list . But go you on and better fates assist . This said , he takes his leave . On his left side , Aeneas then under a Rock espide A mighty fort surrounded with three wals , Where Phlegeton with a swift current fals Of flaming waves : rowling huge stones along , The gates on adamatine pillars hung ; No strength of men , of steel , nor gods , has power This to destroy , high stands the brazen towre . Girt in a bloody robe Tisiphone keeps The entrance night and day , and never sleeps . Hence cruel lashes sound and groaning pains , Clashing of steel , and ratling of huge chains . Amaz'd Aeneas stands , and frighted said , What dreadful sights are these , declare O maid . What are these tortures ? whence these hideous cries ? Renowned Trojan , Sybill then replies , In this dire place none but the guilty are : When Hecate left these dark groves to my care , She shew'd me all their pains , and lead each way . Stern Gnossian Radamanth these realms doth sway , Hears and corrects their crimes , forcing to tell What they 'mongst mortals vainly did conceal , Sins which at late death unrepented were . Then fierce Tisiphone makes the guilty fear , Shaking her whip from her left hand extends Her twisted snakes , and cals the cruel friends : On groning hinges then th' inchanted gates Are open'd straight ; seest thou what porter waits In th' entrance there , what monster keeps the dore ? Hydra with fifty ugly jawes : one more Cruell then this by far , within doth dwell , Whence two steepe wayes lead headlong down to hell : So far it doth beneath earths surface lye , As tall Olympus thrusts into the sky . Here young Titanians are , earths ancien race , Struck down with thunder to the lowest place . There saw I both th' ●●lodies , those vast Gyants , who strove heavens fabricks to have raz'd , And Jove t' have thrust from heavens high Monarchie . And saw Salmonius in great tortures lie , Whil'st he heavens fire , and thunder imitates , Brandishing flames , and through the Grecian states , Borne on fowre steeds , proudly through Elis drives With fond pretence to heavens prerogatives : Who did in imitable fire and raine , With brasse , and speed of horne hoof'd horses , feign . Then through the clouds from Jove almighty came A dart , he sends no brands , nor earthy flame , And headlong him with inrag'd whitlwinds queld . Th' all bearing earths son Tityus , I beheld There , whose vast corps did nine whole acres fill , And a huge vulture with a hooked bill His bowels and immortall liver search'd , Fresh food for pains , and on 's breast tiering peach'd , To his renewing veins allows no ease . What need I mention both the Lapithes , A black stone seems now falling on their heads ; Golden frames shine with high and geniall beds , Before them cates , with kingly luxuries ; But not far off the greatest furie lies , Forbids to eat , and rising from the ground , Swings her black torch , and makes a thundring sound , Here those who living , did their brothers hate , Murther'd their sires , to clients us'd deceit , Or who alone brooding on riches lie , Lending to none , the greatest companie ; Who slain for lust , who impious arms persu'd , Nor fear'd the trust of Princes to delude . Here meet their dooms : Seek not these woes to sound , Nor by what way fate did their souls confound . These roll huge stones , and stretch'd on wheels do lye . There Theseus sits , and shall eternally . Aloud through shades sad Phlegyas warning cries , Admonish'd , justice learn , nor Gods despise . This to a potent Prince his country sold , And laws enacted , and repeal'd for gold ; This beds his daughter , and no incest spar'd ; All dar'd strange crimes , and thriv'd in what they dar'd . Had I a hundred mouths , as many tongues , A voice of iron , to these had brazen lungs ; Their crimes and tortures ne're could be displaid . When Phoebus aged Priestesse thus had said , Go on , she bids , and finish your intents , I see the Cyclops forged battlements And ports which stand with obvious arches ; there To place the present , we commanded were . Then through dark wayes they went with equal pace , The mid path taking , and approach the place : Aeneas came to th' porch , and purg'd with cleere Water , the golden bough he fixed there . These rites perform'd , the Goddesse gift being plac'd , In joyful places they arriv'd at last , And came to groves where happy souls do rest In pleasant greens , the dwellings of the blest . Here larger skies did cloath with purple rayes The field , which their own Sun and Stars obeys . Some in green meads their time in wrastling spend . Some gallantly on the bright sand contend , Some graceful footing with a song present . In a long robe the Thracian Poet went , On seven sweet strings he descants sacred laies , His hand now strikes , his ivory quill now playes . Here Teucers old line , a fair race appears , ‛ Most valiant Heroes , borne in better years , Ilus , Asaracus , and who built Troy's spires , Their arms and empty chariots he admires , Their spears stuck down , their horses through the ground Carelesly fed ; and what delight they found In arms , or chariots , or brave steeds alive , That pleasure under earth did still survive . Others he saw on each side banquetting , And in a solemn dance glad Paeans sing , Shaded with odorous Laurel , by whose woods Eridanus rising , rowls his swelling floods . And here were those did for their countrey die , With Priests who in their lives vow'd chastitie ; And sacred Poets who pleas'd Phoebus best , Or by invented arts mans life assist , And others in their memories renown'd , Their temples all with snowie garlands bound . To those about her thus Sybilla sayes , But to Musaeus first , who midst them was , And taller by the head then all the rest ; Say blessed souls , and thou of Poets best , Where is Anchises seat● to him we come , And the great streams of Erebus have swom . To whom the Heroe in few words again : We have no certain places , we remain On beds of grasse , and walk in shadie woods And meadows ever fresh with chrystal floods . But if you please t' ascend this rising brow , I shall the most convenient passage shew . This said , he went before , and a fair plain Discovering there , thence they descend again . But old Anchises sought with mighty care Souls which in pleasant vales confined were , Which soon must view th' aetherial skies ; where he Numbred his own renowned progenie , Their manners , power , their riches , and their doom . When towards him he saw Aeneas come , Through pleasant greens , joyful , his hands did raise , And bathing of his cheeks with tears , thus sayes . Thou com'st at last , and thy great love to me Hath vanquish'd the hard journey ; I may see Thee now dear son , and change discourses here ; Thus I forethought , and judg'd the time drew neer : Nor hath my care deceiv'd me ; from what coast Through vast seas com'st thou , with what perils tost , That now I meet thee here ? my mind misgave Lest thou in Lybia some mischance might have . But he : Dear father thy , thy woful shade Appearing oft , this journey did perswade : Our fleet hides Tyrrhen shores ; grant , grant that we May joyn right hands , nor our imbraces flee . Large floods then drown'd his cheeks ; thrice he assaid T'infold his neck , three times the fleeting shade In vain he with extended arms assails . Which like a swift dream flies , or nimble gales . When in a winding vale Aeneas fees A secret grove , and far off murmuring trees And pleasant seats , which Lethe warer'd ; here People in numerous nations did appeare : And as in meads , the bees , in the bright spring Sit on the various flowres , incircleing Bright lilleys , and all the fields resound with noise . Aeneas being ignorant , asks the cause , Struck with the sight , what were those streams , wherefore Such multitudes of men had fill'd the shore ; Anchises then : Those souls to whom fates owe New bodies , where the streams of Lethe flow , Drink secure draughts , and long oblivion . These I desir'd to thee should be foreshown , And these our stock to number : whence the more Thou mayst rejoyce finding th' Ausonian shore . O sir , must such pure souls aetherial aire Review again , and to dull flesh repaire . Why have the wretches such a strange delight To visit day . I shall the cause recite , Nor will I hold thee in sulpence , dear son ; Then thus Anchises orderly went on . At first the heaven , and earth , the liquid plain , The moons bright globe , and stars Titanian , A spirit fed within , spread through the whole , And with the huge heap mix'd infus'd a soule . Hence man , and beasts , and birds derive their strain , And monsters floating in the marbled main . These seeds have fiery vigour and a birth Of heavenly race ; but clog'd with heavy earth , Which their dull limbs and dying members drown'd : Hence fears , and hopes , sorrows , and joy abound ; Shut in dark flesh their natures they forget ; But when their latest light and life is set , Not all woes leave them , nor all tortures quite Forsake the wretches there ; and 't is but right ; Things strangely grown by custome into crimes , They must be punish'd for their mispent times , And tortures feele ; some in the winds are hung , Others to clense their spotted sins are flung In a vast gulph , or purg'd in fire they are : We all have our own tortures : then repare T' Elizium and some few blest seates obtaine , Till length of time purg their contracted staine , And leave a fire clens'd from all earthly sence , A pure aetherial intelligence . When thousand yeares have fil'd their period , All these God calls in troups to Lethes flood , To th ●nd that they forgetfull of what 's past , May reascend , and bodies take at last . Anchises then his son and her ( this said ) 'Mongst busie troups , and noysfull throngs convaid , Then takes a hill from whence they might discerne Them march in order , and their faces learne . Now comes thy glory , and the Dardan race , Nephews which shall in Latium have great place . Illustrious souls , to whom our name must be . In briefe , I le shew thee thy own destiny . Seest thou that youth , who leans upon his lance ? Next lots shall him t'aetheriall aire advance : Sylvius , and Alban name , thy posthume race , Sprung from Italian blood shall next take place : To thee then old , thy wife Lavinia brings Him forth in woods , a King , and sire of Kings , From whom our race shall in long Alba reign . Next Procus glory of the Dardan strain , Numitor , ●apys , Sylvius nam'd from thee Aeneas match'd in arms and piety , If he at any time rule Alba. View Now thore brave youths , and what great strength they shew ; These shall with civick wreaths their temples bound , Nomentum , Gabii , Fidena found ; These Collatine towrs famous for chastity Shall raise 'mongst hils , and proud Pometii , And Inous city , Bola , Cora frame , Thus cal'd hereafter , now without a name . Then Martial Romulus shall himself conjoyn Companion to his grandsire from the line Of great Assaracus , whom Ilia bare . Behold a double crown impails his hair ; Jove this shall honour as himself ( dear son ) He shall to Rome give earths dominion , Her fame to heav'n advance , inclosing then Seven hils with wals , happy with valiant men . As Berecinthia crown'd with turrets rides Through Phrygian cities , joyfull : by her sides , Her race of Gods a hundred she imbrac'd , All heav'ns inhabitants supreamly plac'd . But here bend both thine eyes , this off-spring see , Thy Roman Caesar Julius Progenie Must heav'ns great axe next scale : this , this , the Prince That was so often promis'd thee long since ! Augustus Caesar , sprung of Gods , once more To Latium shall the golden age restore , Where Saturn reign'd , and stretch his proud command Past Garamant and Inde : there lies a land Beyond the year and Sun , where Atlas bears Heav'ns axeltree adorn'd with shining stars ; The Caspian and Meotick lands , when he Draws nigh , heav'ns oracles shall terrifie , And Nile shall tremble in his seven fold streams ; Nor did Alcides know so many realms , Though the swift stag and boar he did subdue , And with his shafts in Lerna Hydra slew ; Nor conqu'ring Bacchus who joyn'd tygers bent , With viney reins , from Nisa's steep descent . Doubt we to raise our glory then , shall we Dispair to plant our selves in Italie . What 's he far off grac'd with the olive bough Presenting offerings ? his white chin I know ; A Roman King , whose laws first setled Rome , And from small Curets , a poor soyl shall come To great command ; next Tullus who shall break His countreys peace , and sloathful People make Who knew no triumphs , active in the Wan . Next him comes Ancus , one more haughty far , And swoln with popular breath ; wouldst thou behold The Tar quine Princes , and the mighty should , Revengeful Brutus , who the fasces had , Sharp axes , and was first a Consul made . Who th' haplesse sire shall cause his son to die , Raising new war , for specious liberty : How ere posterity the fact shall doome , Him love of fame , and 's countrey did o'recome . The Decii , Drusii , stern Torquates see ; Camillus full of gold and victory . But these behold , whose like arms shine so bright , Concording souls , now hid in shady night : Ah when they live , what wars shall they maintain , Opposing each ! what fights , what numbers slain ! From the steep Alpes , and the Meotick towers . The sire descends , the son brings Eastern powers . Do not brave youth in such a war contend , Nor with such force your countreys bowels rend . But thou my blood who draw'st from heaven thy race , First pitty , and thy arms lay down . Fam'd with Greek slaughters he a Conquerour shall From Corinth proudly to the Capitoll His chariot drive ; Argos , Micene , deface , And shall revenge on great Achilles race , Old Troy , and temples which prophaned be . Who could forget great Cato Gracchi , thee Cossus , or the thunderboults in Warre Those Scipio's , who the Lybian conquerours were : Temperate Fabricius , or Serranus thee Holding the Plow ! where will the F●bii me Ttansport ! thou Maximus the only man Who by delayes Romes fortune must regaine , Others I grant shall mould respiring brasse , And cut in marble a most lively face ; Some better plead , and some Astronomers , Describe heavens motion and the rising stars : Be thou ambitious how to govern best , In these arts , Roman , thou must be profest . That we a peace well grounded may injoy , Subjects to spare , and Rebels to destroy . Anchises said , they wondring all the while , Marcellus view , glorious in wealthy spoyle ; This conquerour doth in vertue all orecome , And shall in mightiest tumults calme great Rome , The Punie wast , and Gaules most rebel swarms , And thrice to Romulus dedicate their arms . Aeneas here ( for he a youth beheld March in bright arms , whose personage exceld But with sad lookes , and a dejected face ) Said , who is this ? with him keeps equall pace , Is he his son , or one of of his great stock ? How like himselfe ! what noyse ! what suters flock ! But black night with sad clouds , involves his head . Then with abortive tears Anchises said , Know not , deare son , great sorrowes of thy own : This to the world by fates shall be but shown , Then snatch'd away ; Romes stock too great had seem'd , Should the Gods grant a gift so much esteem'd . What grones from Mars his campe afflict great Rome , Tyber , when gliding by his new made tombe , What funeralls wilt thou see ! nor any shall Like him who sprung from Troys originall Raise Latium's hope : and never Roman earth Shall boast her selfe to foster such a birth . Ah piety , ancient faith , th' unconquer'd hand , None shall him arm'd with any power withstand : Whether on foot he comes , to charge his foe , Or from his foamie steed makes blood to flow . O youth to be lamented , thou shalt be Marcellus , if thou break'st thy destiny . Handfuls of Lillys bring , and purple flowers , That I may strew this noble soul of ours , And heap with gifts . Thns through all parts they went And saw the vast aeriall continent . Then with his son alone Anchises came , And fires his mind with love of future fame ; After to him he did the War relate , Laurentian people , and Latinus state , And how all toyles should be eschew'd or borne . There are two gates of sleep , the one is horne , From whence with passage free true visions fly : The other faire , shines with bright Ivory ; This to the skies in sleep false Manes beares . These , whil'st to 's son and Sybill he declares , Anchises lets him forth at Ivory gates . He streight to 's Fleet went , and reviews his mates , And to Caieta came , where then abode His navie , and at anchor fafely roade .

THE SEVENTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS . THE ARGUMENT . MAny strange signes and prodigies declare , A forraign Prince must wed th' Ausonian heire . Aenas enters Latium : threatned wants Turn'd to a jest ; the promis'd Land he plants , And Embasies to King Latinus sends . A peace is made . Vext Juno stirs the Fiends , And calls Alectos aid , since heaven denies . A tame deere kill d , has bloody obsequies . The Queen and Turnus spur'd by hellish charms , From long peace Latium rous'd to impious arms . 'Gainst th old Kings advice , all streight ingage : Janus gates open'd , the fierce vulgar rage . The Martiall list . Camilla in the reare . AVirgin march'd , arm'd with a Myrtle speare . ANd thou Aeneas nurse Caietae , hast Given to our shoares a name by death , shall last ; The place thy honour keeps , seal'd with thy name , Great Latium hath thy bones ( if that be fame , ) But good Aeneas , Funerall rites being paid , Her Tombe high rear'd and swelling Seas alaid , Hoysts sayle , and leaves the port ; fresh gales arise With night , nor the bright Moon his course denies , But with a trembling splendor guilds the flood . By the next lands Circaean coasts they stood . In unpast groves , there Sols rich daughter calls With usuall songs , burning in sumptuous halls Sweet smelling cedar , with nocturnall flame , Running neat shutles through a curious frame . Hence before night , is heard the raging sound Of Lyons chaff'd , refusing to be bound ; And bristled Boars ; hence , Bears in collars storm , And shapes of huge Wolves houle ; whose humane form The cruell Godesse Circe there invests With fierce aspects , and chang'd to salvage Beasts : Lest pious Trojans were transform'd to such Entring the Port , lest they dire shores should touch , With faire Winds Neptune swel'd their sailes , and bore With prosperous flight , beyond that dangerous shore . And now the Sea blush'd with the morning beam , Aurora shining from her golden team , When the winds fell , a suddain calm againe , And oares now strugled in the azure maine . And here Aeneas spies a mighty wood , Through which ran Tyber , with a pleasant flood And nimble edies , bright with golden sand Into the Sea , about , and ore the strand ; Much fowle did haunt , and in the channell throng ; Then flying through groves , high heav'n pleas'd with a song . Here he commands to bend , and steer those lands , And glad he for the shady River stands . Now Erato , what Kings , what times those were , What was old Latium , when the stranger , there First with his Fleet arriv'd , I shall recite , And what first made such quarrels , bring to light . Help Goddesse , help , I horrid warres shall sing , Armies , and Kings , rage did to funeralls bring , The Tyrrhen troupes , and all the Ausonian land Muster'd in arms , great tasks I take in hand . And bold attempts . Glad fields , and cities blest Now ag'd Latinus in long peace , possest . Whom , on the Nymph Marica as they fame Faunus begot , Faunus from Picus came , Picus O Saturne thee did father call , Of the high blood thou the originall . But to Latinus , heaven no sonne had left , For he was in his prime by fates bereft ; One daughter was t' enjoy this vast estate , Now ripe for Marriage , and a Princely Mate . From all Ausonia , and great Latium went Many to win her , Turnus by descent From a high stock , and most for beauty fam'd A suter was , whom the great Queen inflam'd With much affection , strove to her to joyne , But threatning prodigies hindered the designe . A sacred Laurell , midst the Court did rear A lofty top , long kept by pious fear , Found by Latinus when he built that feate ; Which then to Phoebus he did consecrate , And gave from this the Laurentines a name . When swarmes of Bees ( a wondrous story ) came With a great murmur , and a sudden flight Through the clear skies , then on the branches light , Cling to the Bowes , and hang upon the tree . Streight cryes the Augure a strange man we see , From those parts coming now , and forraign powers To Take these coasts , and rule our lofty Towers . Besides , when chast Livinia did beare To Altars Virgin flames , her father there ; Her faire long tresses seem'd to catch the fire , And crackling flames to burn her rich attire , Her royall dresse , and crown with jewels bright : Then smoak involveth with a pitchy light , And through the high roofs conquering Vulcan rould ; But this , the wondrous prodigie foretold , That she in fame , and fortune should transcend ; Yet to the Nation did great Warre portend . But troubled with these signes , Latinus moves His inspir'd Father , in th' Albunean groves Asks Faunus Oracles , where the sacred floods Sulphure exhales , in thick resounding woods . From hence Italians , all Oenotria , sought Answers to doubts ; when gifts the priest had brought , Here he repos'd on skins of slaughter'd sheep , And under silent night prepares to sleep . When many wondrous fleeting forms he sees , Strange voyces heares , and talks with Deities , Confers with Acheron , and the deeps below . Here King Latinus Oracles to know , Then did a hundred choyce sheep sacrifice , And on their skins , and spreading fleeces lies : When the thick grove gave answer to this fence . Match not thy childe to any Latine Prince , Deare off-spring , nor those rites prepared grant : A forraign son mustcome , our name shall plant Amongst the Starres ; from him a progenie . Beneath their feet shall all things govern'd see , Which Phoebus doth from Sea to Sea behold . These answers which in silent night were told , And Counsels , King Latinus not conceal'd : But to Ausonian Cities 't was reveal'd By flying fame , when first the Trojan bands Did moare their Fleet , on high and verdant strands , Aeneas his prime chiefes , and the young Prince Repos'd , under a spreading trees defence , Then feasts prepare on grasse , and cut their meate , ( So Jove foretold ) on cakes of purest wheat : And did with jucy fruit their bisket swell . Their victualls spent , as hunger did compell , They on the hard bread fall with violence brake , And with bold teeth assault the fatall cake . Nor spar'd their wheaten plates thus squar'd , t' invade : We eate our trenchers too Ascanius said . Nor saying more : this heard , an end affords To all their toyle , his father took the words , Amaz'd at the accomplisht prophesie . And streight he said , haile lands are due to me By fates , and haile you faithfull Trojan Gods , This seat is yours , and here are your abodes . Such secrets I recall my Sire did leave . Deare son , when unknown shores shall thee receive , And hunger shall inforce trenchers to eat : There expect rest , remember there to seat , And there build walls , and roofs with bulwarks plant , This is the famine , and remaining want Last ruine threats , Glad let us then , with early dawne prepare To search these coasts , and what the people are , And severall wayes discover from the shore , Now pay Jove boules , my father now implore , On tables place Anchises wine : his brows ( Thus having said ) he wreaths with Olive bows . The genius of the place , the first of Gods Tellus adores , with Nymphs , and unknown floods , Nights rising starres , Idean Jupiter , And to the Phrygian Mother made his prayer , And parents which in heaven , and hell abode , Thrice from above thundred th' all-potent God , He brandish'd lightning in his hand did hold , Which in the sky sparkled with beames of gold . Here , through the Trojans spread a sudden fame , The day was come , their promis'd walls to frame , Joyfull they feast , and at the mighty signe , They goblets place , and crown the flowing wine . When the next day the world with beams displai'd , To search the Countrey severall wayes they made : And here the fountains of Numicus swell , Hence Tyber flows , and there bold Latines dwell . Aeneas then a hundred prime men calls , To beare his Embassie to the Royall walls . With Kingly presents , they with olives crown'd , Should for the Trojans tearms of peace propound . Without delay they haste what was injoyn'd : Whilst he slight works to a meane trench design'd , Erects a Fort , and camp-wise did begin His first aboads , and fenc'd with bulwarks in . Now going on , they to the walls draw nigh , When Latine roofes , and lofty Towres they spy , And gallant youth before the City just , Riding brave horse , and chariots tam'd in dust , Or cast light Javelins , or stiffe bowes to bend , And in the race , or Tilting to contend . When one with speed brought to the Royall eare , That great men in strange weeds , attending were , He commands streight to th' presence they be showne , And takes his place then , in his Grandsires throne , Rais'd on a hundred pillars midst the Towne , Stood Picus Court , and Pallace of renowne , Awfull with groves , and mysteries profound . Here Kings first Scepters had , and first were crown'd , This was to them their Temple , and their Court , Here they at sacred festivals resort , And fathers , when a Ramme was offered , sate As was the custome , at long boards in state . Cut in old Cedar the Effigies there , Of antient Italus , Sabinus were , Who first set Vines , his hook still in his hand ; Old Saturne and bi fronted Janus stand In th' entrance , with some of the ancient straine , Who bold in Warres were for their Countrey slaine . Then many arms on sacred pillars fixt , With captive chariots , battell axes mixt , Helms , and huge bars of gates , the posts adorne , With darts , and shields , and prowes from Galleys torne . Horse-taming Picus , a short garment wore , A little shield , an augure staffe he bore : Whose love , when slighted Circe could not gaine , She with her charming wand , and hellish bane Chang'd to a bird , and spots his colour'd wings . In such a Temple , in th' old Throne of Kings , Latinus sate , and calls the Trojans in , And thus with pleasant language did begin . Say Trojans ( for your City we have known And stock , your voyage hath to us been shown ) What is your sure , what cause inforc'd you come Through many swelling waves to Latinum ? Mist you your course , or by some tempest tost , ( For many so in the deep seas are lost ) That thus you have enter'd , anchor'd in our road . Nor scorne our friendship ; know from Saturns blood We Latines sprung , who without Laws , or tye , Justice afford , like the old deitie . Now I recall , but time obscureth fame , That old Aruncus said , Dardanus came To Phrygian Idas cities , from that place To Thracian Samos , now call'd Samothrace : Whom now from Tyrrhen Coryths city gone , Heavens starry court hath in a golden throne , And fills the number of the deities . He said ; then Iloneus thus replies : Great King , from honour'd Faunus sprung ; not tost By waves and tempests came we to your coast , Nor mist our course , we by advice were brought , And have with willing mind thy city sought , Driven from our realms , which once Sol looking down From high Olympus , saw of most renown . From Jove we sprung , the Dardan nation are Proud of their mighty grandsire Jupiter ; The King himself deriv'd from Joves high race , Trojan Aeneas sent us to this place . How great a storm cruel Mycene hurl'd On Trojan fields , and by what fates , each world Of Europe , Asia , strove : if any man Dwell in far lands , beyond the Ocean , These he hath heard , or who so ere resides Where hot Sols lines stretch'd out , four zones divides , Through vast Seas from so great a deluge bore A small seat for our gods , a harmlesse shore , Water and aire , common to all , we crave . Nor shall we be your realms disgrace , nor have Your glory light , nor shall forget your grant , Nor Latium irk Troy in her lap did plant . I. by Aeneas fates , and right hand swear , If any try'd his faith or force in war , Us many Realms , ( nor slight us that we bring These wreaths , and speak like men petitioning ) And many Nations to themselves would joyne : But fate did us unto your shore design : Hence Dardan sprung , and here returns again ; Us Phebus did with great commands constrain Tiber to seek , and blest Numicus spring , Besides small gifts of former wealth , our King Presents to thee , from burning Troy convaid . In this gold cup Anchises Offrings made : When Priam Laws establish'd , this , he bore , And he this sacred Crown , and Scepter wore , And robes , the art of Trojan dames . At Ileoneus speech Latinus bent A stedfast look , and fixt his eyes intent Upon the earth : the King not much approv'd Wrought purple , not with Priams Crown was mov'd ; As in his daughrers match he was delaid , Fortunes revolving which old Faunus said : This was the son , fate told from forraigne strands Was call'd with equall auspice to these lands , Whose progeny in valour should excell , And by their prowesse , the whole world compell . Then joyfull said , you Gods assist our tasks , And your owne signe ; take Trojan what thou asks . Nor I despise your gifts : rich fields enjoy Whilst I am King , and what you brought from Troy . Aeneas , if such love he us intend , If to joyn leagues he hasts , and be stil'd friend , Let him approach , nor feare our amitie ; T' imbrace your King , of peace shall th' earnest be . And to your Prince from us beare this reply : I have a child , paternall lots deny And many prodigies from heaven debar To match at home : a son must come from far : This they foretell remaines for Italy , Whose stock shall raise our name unto the sky . This I beleeve is he , the fates require , And if my mind prompt rightly , I desire . This said , he chosen horses did command , Faire steeds three hundred , in high stables stand , And bids they should be to the Trojans led , Whom gallant trappings grac'd with skarlet spread : Gold portalls hung , gold did their breast infold , And with their teeth , they champ'd the burnish'd gold . The King a Chariot sent , which foure steeds drew Of heavenly race , fire from their nostrills flew , Of the same kind , who were of Circes breed , Stole by a Mare , leapt with a heavenly steed . With these gifts , and the answers of the King , The Trojans bravely mounted peace did bring . But then behold ! from Argos did repaire Joves cruell wife , and flying cuts the aire . The Trojan Fleet , and glad Aeneas , she Saw through the skie , as far as Sicily ; Sees how they houses build , and leave the flood , Now trusting land , with sharp grief fixt she stood ; Shaking her head , thus forth her woes did powre : Ah hateful race , and Troys fate crosse to our : In Dardan fields , why did they not expire ? Or captives took , why did not Iliums fire Consume these men ? midst arms , through flames they past . My power I feare weary lies down at last , And I with hatred satisfied , rest . I bold , these fugitives with waves distrest , My self and all the floods against them bent , And fury of the winds , and waters spent . How helpt my Syrts , Scylla , Carybdis vast ? Since now through Tybers wish'd streames they have past , Free from the Sea , and us ; could Mars destroy The mighty Lapithes ? could heavens King annoy At Dians suit , so much old Calidon ? What were those great offences they had done ? But I , great wife to Jove unhappy I , Left nothing unassay'd , did all wayes try . Aeneas , I am vanquished by thee : But if my own power not sufficient be , Undaunted , aydes I le seek where ere they dwell ; Will heaven not grant my sute , I le raise up hell ; Grant , spight of us he must in Latium seate , And that Lavinia shall be his by fate : Yet we may work delay in such great things , And may destroy the subjects of both Kings . Let son and father joyne such rates being paid , Trojan and Rutile blood shall dowre thee Maid , Bellona give thee , nor alone a brand Shall pregnant Cisseis beare to waste the land : A Paris , and such births she shall enjoy , And funerall Fires againe for rising Troy . This said , she dreadfull to the earth descends , And from th' infernall shades , and seats of fiends Wofull Alecto calls , who breeds sad warre , Rage , Treachery , and all crimes that are . Pluto himself doth this foule Monster hate , And her owne sisters doe abhominate : So oft she 's chang'd , and forms so dreadfull takes , And foule still pregnant with so many Snakes . Whom Juno with such words exciting said , Virgin nights daughter help , and now give aide , Lest our unquestion'd name , and honour fall , Lest by these marriages the Trojans shall Latium enjoy , and great Ausonia share . Thou loving brothers canst provoke to War , Houses destroy with hate , both sword and flames Bring to their roofes ; thou hast a thousand names , As many nocent arts ; then quickly shake Thy pregnant breasts , and peace confirmed , break ; Lay grounds for cruel war , make with thy charms Their wilde youth rage , require , and take up arms . Big with foul poyson thence the hag resorts To Latium , and Latinus lofty courts , And silent to Amatus chamber went , Who boyl'd with female care and discontent , 'Bout Turnus match , and Trojans comming there . At her Alecto from her snaky haire A serpent cast , and fix'd it in her side : By which inrag'd , she might th' whole house divide . It 'mongst her weeds did on her bosome roull , And her then raging with a viperous soul Unfelt , inspir'd : The snake's a chain of gold , A fillet now her tresses to infold ; And each were glides . When first this pestilence Had with a strong infection seiz'd each sense , And fill'd her blood with fire : not yet the flame Her soft mind catch'd , nor through her bosome came . But as kind mothers use to speak she sayes , Mourning her child , and Phrygian mariages . Sir , will you give Lavinia to th' exild Trojan ? thy self not pittying , nor thy child , Nor me , whom the false pyrate will forsake , And next fair wind to sea the virgin take . The Phrygian Swain so enter'd Greece , and bore Laedean Helen to the Troian shore . Where 's sacred faith ? and care thou hadst of thine ? The hand with Turnus thou so oft didst joyn ? If that a son must come from foraign lands , Thou fix on that ; and this thy sire commands : Sure I believe all countries foraign are Which we not rule , and so the gods declare . And if you Turnus linage view , he springs From Inachus and Acrisius Grecian Kings . When she had found perswasion was in vaine , And saw him fix'd , then wrought the viperous bane , Shoots through her bowels , spread through all her breast , Then troups of fiends the haplesse queen possest , And through the town distracted she did rove , So flies a top with strokes resounding , drove ; Which boyes in huge rings earnest at their sports Through winding entries , and large vacant courts With scourges force ; amaz'd the childish troup And smooth-chin'd band , admire the spinning top , That lives with strokes , so giddily she went Through the whole town , and people discontent . Then flies to th' woods like a wild Bacchanal , And more inrag'd , on greater plots doth fall . For she in shady hills her daughter hid , That so she might the Trojan banes forbid . And Bacchus cryes , The virgin's only thine , Who bears for thee javelins adorn'd with vine , For thee they dance , and save their sacred haire . Fame flies , the matrons all distempered are Like rage moves all , they leave their own to find New roofs , their tresses flowing in the wind . Others made heaven with hideous cries resound , Girded with skins , with viney javelins bound , Bearing a flaming pine , amidst the flings , And Turnus and her daughters hymen sings , Rowling her bloody eyes loud she exclaims , With dreadful looks ; Ió ! you Latine dames , If any love in your chast bosomes yet Remains for me , the most unfortunate ; If any care of mothers power excites ; Bound tresses loose , with me act Bacchus rites . Thus through vast woods and wildes Alecto brings Amata , raging with infernal stings . After she saw enough her fury burn'd , Latinus counsel , his whole house oreturn'd : Straight the sad goddesse thence on black wings came Unto bold Turnus walls , whose seat they fame Danae built with her Acrisian race , Drove there by storms : from birds of old the place Ardea stil'd , Ardeas name now great . It chanc'd , then Turnus in his lofty seat Amidst the silent night , soft quiet took . Alecto leaves her shape , and furies look , And is transform'd to an old woman now , Plowing deep furrowes in her wrinkled brow ; Binds her white hair , then olive branches ties , And she old Calybe Junos Vestal is , And straight herself presenting thus began . Tamely wilt thou , Turnus , such wrongs sustain ? Thy crown transferr'd to th' Dardan Colonie ? The King , the match and dowre thou shouldst enjoy , Denies , and now a foraign heire hath chose . Scorn'd , go , thy self t'ingratefull toyl expose ; Tyrrhens destroy , yes , and Latinus guard . Great Juno bid , this News should be declar'd To thee in silent night : Arise with speed , Arm the bold youth , and through the gates proceed ; March where the Trojan captains in the sweet Tyber now ride , and burn their painted fleet . A god bids this : and if the King withstands Thy marriages , nor yields to thy demands , Let him in arms then Turnus valour try . Here the Prince smiling , thus did make reply . Not as thou thinkst , the news hath scap'd my eare , Of ships hath enter'd Tyber streams ; such feare Thou need'st not fain , nor royal Juno will Unmindfull be of us . But thee , O mother , fond age doting still , Troubles in vain with care , and terror brings , Deluding with false fear of arms and Kings . Take for the Temple and the Statues care , Let men t' whom it belongs , make peace and war. At this Alecto rag'd : but whilst he spoke A sodain trembling all his body shook , His eyes grew stiffe , such shapes she did unfold , Hissing with snakes , her flameing eyes she roll'd ; Repulsing him , who lingering did prepare To speak : two serpents darting from her hair . Then lashing him , from dire lips thus she storm'd : Lo ! I whom doting age hath ill inform'd , Of kings and arms deluding with false feare , I from the furies seat am present here , And in this hand bring war and death . This said , at him a blazing torch she cast , And gloomy fire fix'd in his bosome fast . Great fear doth vanquish sleep , through all his limbs A salt sweat flows , in brine his body swims . Arm , arm , he cries ; for arms the bed room sought , Love of steel rag'd , and wars curst madnesse wrought . Ire swels ; As when fir'd bavins are applide With mighty noise to a full cauldrons side . Seas rage within , the boyling liquor steams , And fuming high , bubbles with frothy streams , Nor self-contain'd , to heaven black vapours rose . He to the King and the prime Nobles shewes , Peace thus being broke , that arms should be prepar'd To drive the foe from thence , and Latium guard , Trojans and Latines both he could invade : Then cals the gods with vowes and prayers . This said , Rutilians strive each other to engage , This taken with his noble personage , His royal pedigree another charms , Him youth inticeth , and great deeds in arms . Whilst Turnus his Rutilians did inflame , The hag on Stygian wings 'mongst Trojans came , Where fair Ascanius did with course and snares Persue wild beasts , there she new art prepares . Here th' hellish Virgin cast a sudden rage Amongst the dogs , did with known scent engage More hot to chase : hence sprung the wofull jar , And first incens'd the rustick soul , for war There was a fair large Deer with stately crests , Whom Tyrrhens sons took from the mothers breast , And Tyrrhens fed , the royal cattel were , And those large fields intrusted to his care . This same , their sister Sylvia with great care Adorn'd his crest , and binds with garlands faire , Did combe and bath him in the chrystal ford : He us'd to hand , and to his masters bord Wandred in woods , and would return , although Late in the night , and his own dwelling know . This wandring far Ascanius fierce hounds chac't , When he by chance the pleasant river past , And hot on verdant banks prepar'd to rest . Then love of praise inflam'd Ascanius breast , That from his bow he lets the arrow flie ; Nor to his hand wanted a deitie . The sounding shaft did through his bowels come . But the Deer wounded flies to his own home , Entring he groans , and bloody , with sad voice Imploring aid , fils all the house with noise . Beating her breasts , first Sylvia complains , And cals aloud to aid , the sturdy swains : They ( for in silent groves Alecto hides ) Suddenly came ; this a burnt stake provides , That a huge knotty club ; what each man finds Rage makes a weapon , Tyrrhus cals his hinds As he by chance did cleave in four an oak , And threatning mainly , a sharp axe he took , But the foul hag watching her time to harm , Ascends , and sounds the pastoral alarm From a high roof , and her infernal voice Sends through a winding-horn : at the dire noise The woods did tremble , and the groves profound Thundred , and Trivias lake far off the sound , And sulphure Nar , and Velins fountains hear , And mothers grasp their children struck with fear . But then fierce Rusticks swift , where the alarms The trumpet sounded , rush with snatch'd-up arms From all parts , and Trojuns t' Ascanius aide From open camps like a full torrent made , In order draw ; No rustick fight they make With knotty clubs , and a burnt pointed stake . But fierce with steel they charge , the dusky field With drawn swords dreadful , arms a splendor yield Struck with the sun , and easts to heaven a light As when with rising winds the waves grow white , Seas by degrees advance , then higher rise , At last roll'd from their bottom , kisse the skies . And here young Almon , Tyrrhus eldest son , Was in the front by a swift shaft orethrown : For in his throat it stuck , and stopt his breath , Imprisoning th' aiery soul with blood in death . There many were , with old Galesus slain , Whilst he for peace oppos'd himself in vain ; The justest man which all Ausonia yields , And once the richest both in stock and fields ; Five bleating flocks , five heards he did command , And with a hundred plowes turns up his land . Now whilst the field with equal fortune stood , Alecto promise kept , when she in blood Had both imbru'd , and had first slaughters made , She leaving earth , to heaven her self convaide , Proud with successe , to Juno these declares . Pehold division ripen'd for sad wars ! Now let them friendship joyn and leagues conclude , Since Trojans I with Tyrrhen blood imbrude . And to the act I le adde this , if you please ; The bordering towns to war with rumors raise , To love dire Mars them I le inflame with charms , All parts shall aid , I le strew the fields with arms . Then Juno said , Of jealousies and fears There are enough , firm stand the grounds of wars : Now they have fought , what weapons they have gain'd By chance at first , with forrain blood is stain'd . Let Venus great stock and Latinus joyn Such Nuptials , and such marriages design . But thee , great Jove who rules high heaven , denies Foldly to wander through celestial skies : Retire ; what new emergencies betide Shall be my care . Saturnia thus replide , But she displaid her hissing wings with snakes , Stooping to hell , and heavens bright sphear forsakes . There is a place 'midst Italy , which stands Under high mountains , fam'd through many lands ; Which sacred vales , and a thick grove surrounds , And on each side with a dark shadow bounds , And in the midst a foming torrent grones , Ratling with mighty edies through the stones . Here the dire cave , and Plutos gates were shewn , And the huge gulph of gaping Acheron Opens foul jawes : hither Alecto flies , And hated , eas'd at once both earth and skies . No lesse mean while Saturnia perfects war To Court the shepherds flie , and stain friends beare , Young Almond and Galesus foul with gore : The gods they call , and the old King implore . Turnus arriv'd amidst these loud debates , And terrors of the fight ingeminates : That Trojans there should plant , the Phrygian race Should mixe with them , he thrust forth in disgrace . Then they , whose mothers Bachanalian rage Orgies to lead through deserts did engage ; ( Great was the Queens example ) gathered are From every part , and weary Mars for war . Against the gods , and fate , and omens , all For impious war with strange perversnesse call ; And clamouring round Latinus court they stood . But he like a fix'd rock against the flood , Like a fix'd rock , which when a breaking wave Tumbles against him and loud billows rave , Stands by his weight ; the fomy clifts in vain Thunder , and back bruis'd weeds are roll'd again , But when no power mad counsels could prevent , And th' whole affair with cruel Juno went ; Then did the king the gods , and heaven attest , Ah we are lost by fates , by storms distrest ! Wretches , your impious blood shall punisht be For this ; and Turnus , sad rewards for thee Remains ; when thou shalt late the gods request , I soon shall reach my haven , and find rest , Though glorious funerals want . Nor more he spake , But straight retires , and did the helm forsake . There was an antient use in Latium , Which Alban towns held sacred , and now Rome Greatest in power , observes ; when they prepare 'Gainst Getae , Hircans , Arabs cruel war , Or march to India and the Eastern main , Or enfigns from the Parthians to regain . There are two gates of war , that name they bear , To dire Mars sacred , with religious fear ; A hundred brazen doors , which lasting bands Of steel inclos'd ; in th entrance Janus stands . Here when the Senate have a war decreed , The Consul glorious in his regal weed And Sabine robe , opens the groning gates Proclaiming it ; and all the youth then waits , And doleful notes on brazen rrumpets sound . Then to the King 'gainst Trojans they propound War to denounce , and open Janus gates ; He shuns the task , and foul engagement hates , And hides himself . Then Juno from the skie Descending , made th' unwilling gates to flie Open by force , and the huge brazen bars Saturnia breaks , and turns the hinge of wars . Ausonia rais'd now burns , rows'd from long peace ; Some in the fields foot-squadrons exercise , Some break proud steeds , and use them to alarms ; Wrapt in a dusty cloud , all mad take arms . This scoures his shield , his axe whets , oyles his spear , Proud to bear ensigns , and loud trumpets hear . Five mighty towns to make arms , anvils lay , Tyber , Ardea potent Atina , Towrie Antemna , Crustumere the great : Helms of high proof they work , and shields compleat With sallow wrought ; these shining breast-plates cast , Or with fine silver smooth-wrought Greves inchac't . Farewell all love , and honour of the plow ! Their fathers swords again they furbush now : The trumpets sound , proclaimed is the war ; These fit their casks , those neighing steeds prepare , This brac'd his shield , his golden mail that tride , And girds his trusty sword unto his side . Open your springs you Muses , raise my verse ! What Kings provok'd to wars , what armies fierce Supply'd the field , with what men Latium fam'd Did flourish then , and with what arms inflam'd , T is , you can tell for you did register ; Only a slender fame did touch our eare . First proud Mezentius from the Tyrrhen lands The gods contemnor march'd , with armed bands : And Lausus next , his son , then whom more fair Was none , unlesse Laurentian Turnus were . Horse-taming Lausus wild beasts vanquished , A thousand men from Agelina led ; Worthy in better times his realms to have swaid , And not Mezentius for his sire to have had . With conquering steeds , in 's chariot next to these Came Aventine , thy son bold Hercules . Upon his shield his fathers arms he takes , A hundred serpents , Hydra girt with snakes , Whom Rhea bore in Aventina's wood Private , a woman proving by a god , After Alcides to the Laurent plain A conqueror came , when Geryon he had slain , And Spanish bulls washt in the Tyrrhen wave . In war these piles and cruel weapons have , They fight with Tucks and with Sabellian spears ; Himself on foot a Lyons huge skin wears , Rough hair , and white teeth , dreadfull on his head , Thus horrid , he the palace entered , Th' Herculean mantle flowing on his back . Two brothers then Tyburtian walls forsake , Whose brother Tybert gave the place a name , From Greece fierce Coras and Catillus came . Before the ranks amidst thick arms they bend , As cloud-born Centaurs from the hills descend , When snowie Othrys they or Omole Forsake ; then to their flight the woods give way , And all the bowes with mighty fragor yield . Nor was he wanting did Preneste build , The race of Vulcan . who mongst cattel reign'd , Found on the hearths ; all times this truth maintain'd . Rusticks a legion , Coeculus commands From high Preneste , and cold Anio's strands Whom Gabii , and rough Hernicis bred , With rivers cleer those rich Anagnia fed , Old Amasens : not all bore arms , or ring With shields and chariots : A great number sling Bullets of lead , and some two javelins beare , And on their heads did yellow bonnets weare Of a wolfs skin with their left foot they did March naked , a raw brogue the other hid . Well horst Messapus , Neptunes off-spring , whom Nor fire or sword had power to overcome , People in ease , uncustom'd to alarms Invites to war , soon taught to use their arms . These the just Falscians and Fescennian bands , Those held Soractes towres , Flavinian strands . Mount Cymins lake and Capen groves ; who sing Marching harm onious numbers of their King As midst the clouds when silver swans retire From their repast ; they in a joyful quire Tune their long pipes ; then all the Asian coast And floods far off resound . Nor think the brazen bands in that great hoast Confusion had : like thick clouds through the skie Of cackling fowl from sea to land they flie . Lo ! antient Sabine blood , Clausus commands Great troups ; himself great as his mighty bands . From him the race , and Claudian family come , After the Sabines shar'd a part in Rome . Great Amiterna , old Quirites , and Oliv'd Mutisca , all the Eretian band , Who Nomentum , those rosey Veline till , Tetricah , rough with rocks , Severus hill : Those plant Casperia , Folurus , and them Drink Hymel , Faber , and the Tybers stream . Cold Nursia , Hortine troups and Latines came , Those Allia parts , with an unhappy name . As many waves from Lybick seas are rowl'd , When stern Orion winter storms infold , Or as thick corn parch'd in the summer stands : In Hermus , or in Lycias golden strands , So shields resound , earth trembling as they came . Atrides sonne , foe to the Trojan name , Halesus strait his chariot horses joyns , A thousand fierce men brought : those blest with vines , Massica plow , Arunciau fathers train From the high hills , Sidicina neer the main . Those who left Cales , and who till the stream Of dry Vulturnus , Saticulus with them And Oscian bands ; these fight with javelins long , Put as their custome , fit with a soft thong ; These Faulchions have , and leather shields protect . Nor thee , Oebalus , must our Muse neglect : Whom Nymph Sebetide to Telon bore , Now old he held the Telebonian shore : The son , not with his fathers realms content , To his subjection the Sarrastians bent ; And those whom Sarnus watereth , forct to vield , Them Rufus , Batulus hold , and Celen field , And those fruit-bearing ‛ Bellas rampiers view , Who darts in the Teutonick manner threw . Their heads are arm'd with Cork-trees torn from vines , They shine in brazen arms , a brasse sword shines : With thee to war from hilly Nursia came O Vfens blest in arms , and great in fame , A cruel race , with huntings us'd to toyle In woods ; Aequicola a barren soyl These armed plow and alwayes love to drive Fresh prey and plunder , and by rapine live . Next came a priest of the Marubian race , His helm green bowes , of happy olive grace , From King Archippus sent , Vmbro most bold , The vip rs blood , and hissing serpents could By chaims , or with his hand to sleep engage , Their bitings cure , and by his art asswage : But for the Dardan spear no help he found , Nor could a sleepy medicine ease the wound , Nor all those herbs in Marsian mountains be . Thee Angits grove , Fucinus cleer waves thee , Thee chrystal lakes have wept To war the fair race of Hippolitus went , Virbius , whom his mother Aritia sent To Aegeias groves , in the Hymetian strand , Where altars fat of pleas'd Diana stand . After his stepdames art , Hippolitus kill'd , Paternal punishments with blood fulfil'd ; Torne by mad steeds : T'etherial stars ( they fame ) And heavens supernal air again he came Restor'd by physick , and Diana's love ; This much incensing the all-potent Jove , A mortal from infernal shades should rise , Phoebus son , who so great skill did devise With thun er sent to Styx . But Trivia Hypolitus did to fecret seats to convay , And to Aegerian groves confin'd alone , In Italian woods he finisht life unnkown , Where by a chang'd name he was Virbius stild . From Trivias fane , groves sacred , are exil'd All horses , since the youth and 's chariot they Frighted orethrew to monsters of the sea . No lesse his son did horses exercise , And to the wars he in his chariot flies . Among the first most beauteous Turnus led , Marching in arms , and taller by the head : From his high crests three bushy horse-maines came , Chimera there , breathing Aetnean flame ; Then louder roars , with fire more fiercely glowes , When in hot fight blood in abundance flowes . His polish'd shield , Io with gold adorns , A cow now cloath'd with hair , and drest with horns : Argus who kept the maid , and Inachus stood , Where with rare art his urn poures forth a flood . A cloud of foot did follow , the whole strands Shield-bearing squadrons hide ; the Argive bands , The Arunci , Rutilii , ancient Sicanie , Sacrans , and shields of painted Labici : Those plow thy shores , O Tyber , people tills Sacred Numicus , sow Rutilian hills , Circaeus tops , who Anxurs fields , where Jove Commands , and glad Feronias verdant grove : Where black fend Satyr lies , cold Vfens did Glide through deep vales , and in the ocean hid . Volscean Camilla march'd with these : she leads Regiments of horse ; the Warrioresse precedes Bands bright in arms , her female fingers are Not us'd to Pallas arts : to cruel war The maid inur'd ; or in her swift course borne T'outstrip the winds , and flie ore standing corn , Nor bruise the tender ear , she was so fleet Through sea to run , nor dip her nimble feet . From fields and houses , youth and matrons haste ; How she with purple regal honour grac'd On her straight shoulders , marching , they behold Amaz'd : how th' button knit her haire with gold ; Then how she did her Lycian quiver bears , And tipt with steel her pastoral myrtle speare .

THE EIGHTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS . THE ARGUMENT . Aeneas is admonish'd by a dreame To seek Evanders aide , up Tybers streame . Arcadians solemnizing annual feasts , Aeneas and the Trojans make their guests . Cacus strange storie , and Herculian rites . The King Aeneas to his court invites . Fair Venus with sweet love her husband charms , And for her son obtains Vulcanian arms . Evander Pallas sends t' Aeneas aide . A league th' Hetrurians and the Trojans made . Venus presents the arms ; a golden field With Roman victories charg'd , adorn'd the shield . AS Turnus had with warlike ensigns crown'd Laurentian towres , and made shril trumpets sound ; As he the horse had rais'd , and forc'd to arms , Straight all disturb'd , great Latium in alarms Together take an oath , the fierce youth rave . Mesaphus , Vfens the prime conduct have ; With them Mezentius , who the gods disdains , Each where they presse , and fields deprive of swains . Venalus is sent to Diomede the great For aid , and to declare the Trojans seat In Latium : Aeneas who doth bring His conquered gods , sayes , fates decree him King : That many people to the Trojans joyn , His name in Italy spreads : what his designe , If fortune grant to him the hop'd event By war , to Diomed is more evident Then can Latinus or King Turnus find . Thus Latium stood : Aeneas in his mind All these revolv'd , tost with a flood of care , When his swift thoughts divide now here , now there , And carried divers wayes , through all things run . As waters trembling light , struck by the sun Or image of the radiant moon , gainst brasse , Now rais'd to heaven , flies wide through euery place , And to the seelings of high roofs is hurl'd . 'T was night , when weary creatures through the world Both beasts and birds , soft slumber did relaxe ; When prince Aeneas under heavens cold axe Upon the shore , his bosome fraight with cares Or the sad war , late for repose prepares . The genius of the place old Tyber rose From the glad stream amongst the pop'lar boughs : Of finest canvase was his azure weed , And his head cover'd with a shady reed . And thus his cares asswag'd . O race of gods Whem Troy hath brought from foes , to our abodes : Thou shalt for ever Pergamus protect , Laurentian soyl and Latine fields expect : Here are sure houses , here thy certain seats , Nor fear wars menacings ; all the rage and threats Of gods give place . ( Nor think a dream vain fictions coyns ) for thou Under wild okes shalt find a mighty sow , Pregnant , her farrow thirty , laid to rest , A white sow , a white issue , at her breast . There 's certain quiet , there thy city build ; Ascanius shall thrice ten years circles fill'd There great nam'd Alba raise : I speak things sure . Now by what means thou conquerour mayst procure A present ayd , list , brief I shall declare . Th' Arcadians here a race from Pallas are , Who to these coasts led by Evander came , And on these hills their city chose to frame , From Pallas Pallanteum stil'd the place . These war continuall with the Latine race . With these associate , leagues conjoyn with them . I by my banks shall guide thee up the stream , That thou with ores mayst stem the floods . Arise O goddesse son , with prayers bring sacrifice To Juno with the dawn ; her wrath allay With humble vowes : Victor , me honour pay . I am whom thou beholdst , whose full stream glides Washing these banks , and fertile lands divides : Blue Tyber , heavens delight : large walls for me , And here a head to lofty seats must be . This said , the river dives into the deep , And from Aeneas flies both night and sleep . He rose , and viewes the bright Suns Eastern beams ; Then in his hollow palms takes from the streams Water , the use : thus praying to the skies . Laurentian nymphs , nymphs where these floods arise . O Tyber , father , with thy blessed wave At last receive me , and from dangers save ! And wheresoere , thou pitying of our woes Shalt glide ; most fair , where ere thy water flowes , Still I shall honour , alwayes presents bring . Horn'd flood , of the Hesperian rivers king , Oh now assist and give us present aid ! Two vessels from the fleet he chose , this said , And tackling fits ; his mates did oars provide : When he behold ! the wondrous omen spide ; A white sow , with as white a farrow laid , And through the wood on a green bank survaid . To thee , to thee great Juno this he slew , And with her issue altars did imbrue . Tyber did all that night his swelling flood Appease ; his flowing waves in silence stood , And his streams levels like a gentle lake , That with their oars no strugling they should make . They haste their course , up with the tide they drove , The waves admire , and th' unfrequented grove Wonders , when glittering shields far off they spide And painted galleys through the stream to glide . They haste both night and day , long reaches made , And hid with trees , cut through a pleasant shade . Now the bright Sun had reach'd the middle sky , When they far off did scatter'd houses spy , And slender battlements with a little towre , But now to heaven advanc'd by Roman power ; Then but a poor state King Evander had . Sraight prores they turn , and to the city made : By chance , th' Arcadian solemn rites that day To great Alcides and the gods did pay Before the Town , Pallas his son was there , All the prime youth , and the poor Senate beare Incense , and altars smoak with lukewarm blood . As they tall ships saw through th' Opacus wood To haste with silent oars ; frighted , they rise , And at the sight , forsook the sacrifice . Bold Pallas all forbids to quit the board , And hastens to them with a ready sword : Then from a bank far off — Sirs , what cause made Ye tempt strange shores ? or whither bound ? he said : What race ? whence come you ? bring ye peace or war ? Then did Aenaeas from his stern declare , And in his hand the peaceful olive shewes : Trojans , and arms thou seest to Latines foes , Who us exil'd inforce with cruel war . We seek Evander ; him inform , here are Troy's prime Commanders , who his aid intreat . Pallas amaz'd , struck with a name so great ; Who e're , come forth , these to the King declare , And to our countreys gods a guest repaire ! Then he receives him with a strict imbrace , The grove they enter , and forsake the place . When to the King Aeneas friendly said . O best of Greeks ! to whom me fortune made A suiter now , and olive boughs to beare : Nor thee , though a Greek Captain , did I feare , From both Atrides though thou draw'st thy line ; But me , thy own worth , th' Oracles divine , And antient Kin , thy fame through all coasts spread , Sent me to thee ; and fates the willing led . Our Grandsire Dardan , who built Ilium ( As the Greeks say ) did from Electra come ; He sail'd to Troy ; she was great Atlas strain , Whose shoulders the actherial orbs sustain : Mercurie thy father is , whom Maia faire Conceiving , on Cylenes cold tops bare . But Atlas Maia , ( if we credit fame ) That Atlas got , supports heavens starry frame , So from one blood the stocks of both divide . This trusting , I no messenger imploy'd , Nor try'd thee first by art , but my self came , And life adventuring , here now suppliant am . The same Rutilians which with cruel wars Presse thee , when we 're expell'd think nought debars , But all Hesperia shall their yoak obey , Or whatsoere is washt by either Sea . Let us joyn leagues ; we have stout men of war , And valiant youth that long experienc'd are . Aeneas thus , whilst he all ore survaid The Trojan , then Evander briefly said . Bold Dardan know , how I accept thy choice , And meet thy love ! how I thy fathers voice And face recall , and have in memorie When Priam went Hesione to see , And Salamina view his sisters court , They did to cold Arcadian shores resort . Then budding youth had first my cheeks attir'd With a soft doun ; I Trojan Chiefs admir'd , With wonder youthful Priam me possest : But most Anchises , taller then the rest , With great affection did my mind excite To know the man , and joyn right hand to right ; Joyfull I led him round our battlements : He a fair quiver , Lycian shafts presents And a rich cloak to me , taking his leave , With golden reins , which since I Pallas gave Therefore I grant thy suit , and leagues conjoine ; And when the morn with purple light shall shine , I will dismisse you both with aid and gold . Mean while ( since friends you 're here ) these annuals hold , A sinne now to neglect ; and keep our feast , Making your selves to friends a welcome guest . Then he commands to bring full bowls , and meat , And plac'd the Trojans on a grassie seat ; But to a bed a Lyons rough skin grac'd He brought their Prince , and in a chair he plac'd . The Priest , and chosen youth then altars spread With beasts fat entrails , serv'd with purest bread , And rich wine fill : The Trojans and their Chief Feast with rich offerings , and huge chines of beef . Hunger appeas'd , and feasted to the height , Evander said : On us this solemn rite By superstition , nor by ignorance came To be impos'd . From dangers sav'd , we do Yearly these honours ( noble guest ) renew . First on that hanging Rock with torne clifts look , And far-off scatter'd heaps , that house forsook Stands on the hill , whose tops such ruines have , 'T was there the monster Cacus had his cave , And in those vast recesses his dire face Alwayes he hid , the sun nere pierc'd that place ; Steeming with slaughters fresh on his proud dore Pale heads of men hung in their loathsom gore . Vulcan the monsters father , fire still flies Black from his mouth , he of a dreadful size . But time brought aid , and one of mighty fame . For the revenger great Alcides came , Proud with the triple Gerions death , and spoile : The conquerour drove his cattel to this soile , His herds possest the vale and rivers side . But furious Cacus , lest he ought untride Of wickednesse or villany should leave , Four stately oxen from their stalls did drive , As many well-shap'd heifers ; these he hales , Lest tracts should be discovered by the tailes , Into his den , and in the dark rock hid , Nor any footstep to the cave did lead . But when great Hercules remov'd his herd , Leaving those grounds , and to be gone prepar'd ; Departing , loud they bellow , clamour fills The neighbouring woods , they mourning leave the hills : One cow makes answer , and from hidden caves Aloud complains , and Cacus hope deceives . But here great rage Alcides did provoke ; He arms , and takes a ponderous knotty oke , And to the top of the high mountain flies . Now first we saw fear Cacus to surprise , And his look chang'd ; he , then East-winds more fleet Hastes to his cave , for terror wing'd his feet ; Shuts himself up , and down a huge stone flung With broken chains , which Vulcans art had hung With steel , and the strong gates guards with a bar . Soon Herc'les came , and raging every where Sought entrance , gnashing of his teeth he turns Now here , now there : thrice , whilst with rage he burns , Aventine sought , thrice did in vain assaile The marble dore , as oft rests in the vale . A rising sharp rock with torne clifts there was Behind the cave , a fit and lofty place Where birds of prey might build : this as it stood To the left hand , and leaning to the flood , He on the right hand shoves , and at the last Tears from the root , then down it headlong casts . At which great crack the lofty skies did thunder . Th' aftrighted streams retire , banks flie asunder : Then the huge cave , and Cacus courts appear , The dismal caverns all discover'd were . As when the ground torn with an earthquake , shewes Infernal seats , and doth sad realms disclose Hatefull to deities , and all hell in sight , Then pale ghosts tremble at the sent-in light . Now he surpriz'd with unexpected day , Shut up in 's cave , Alcides did assay With weapons from above , all arms he tries , And him with trees and mighty milstones plies . He ( when he could not from the danger break ) Vomits huge smoak , and ( wonderfull to speak ) Darkens the place with mist , blinding the sight , And mix'd with fire , thickens black shades of night . Nor did Alcides hold , but in he broke Amidst the flame , and rush'd through waving smoke ; The den with vapour steem'd : he Cacus took , In darknesse belching fire , and in the lock He whirls him round , thrown down , he on him lies Grasping his throat and squeezing out his eyes . The dark house straight with open doors displaid , Back were the cattel , and base stealth convaid ; Out by the feet the ugly corps he drew , On 's dreadful eyes enough they could not view , The monsters hairy breast , and horrid brow , And fire within his mouth extinguish'd now . These rites , this day , posterity maintain Ere since , which first Potitius did ordain ; And Hercules priests Penarians did seat This altar in these groves , which alwayes great Is stil'd by us , and great shall still remain . Therefore , brave Youth , in such high praise ordain Boughs for your hair , your right hands cups extend , Implore the common god , wine freely spend . Mixt-colour'd Poplar with Herculean shade . His tresses vail'd and bound with leaves ; this said , A sacred bowl fills his right hand ; straight all Glad powre on Tables , and the gods do call . Mean while the night falls from heavens spangled arch , When all the priests and first Potitius march , Girt as they use with skins , and torches beare . Feasts they renew , and second course prepare , Tables they load , the Salii then dance round About the altars to sweet musick , crown'd With poplar boughs : here young men , there the old , Who far-ram'd Hercules brave deeds extol'd , And his twelve labours sung . How first he takes His step-dames monsters , kills her double snakes : How Troy , Ochalia , famous towns had been By him orethrown : what toyls by Juno's spleen And King Euristheus he did undergo . Thou cloud-born Hyleus , Pholus didst orethrow , Thou the dire Cretian monsters didst subdue , And at Nemea the huge Lyon slew . At thee shook Stygian lakes , hells porter then On gnawn bones lying in his bloody den , No form , not huge Typhaeus could confound , Though arm'd , nor Flydra though his heads charge round . Hail Joves true race , an honour to the skies , T' us be propitious and thy sacrifice . Such things they sang : but Ca us cause in higher Notes they resound , and how he breath'd out fire : The groves did ring , the hills with eccho storm'd . Thence , all divine solemnities perform'd , Homewards they all unto the city bent , And King Evander with the foremost went , With whom Aenaeas and his son did walk : And going , ease the way with various talk . Aeueas taken with those parts , admires , His quick eyes viewing all things round , inquires , And glad would hear records of former men . Evander , rounder of Rome's Palace then . Nymphs , native Fauns , these groves inhabited ; Men , trunks of trees produc'd , and hard oke bred , Who nor for law , tillage nor oxen care , Nor knew to gather riches , nor to spare : But these fierce hunting , and wild fruit reliev'd . When from Olympus Saturn first arriv'd , Who from Joves arms and his lost kingdom fled , He the fierce Nation in high mountains bred Reduc'd , and gave them Lawes : this Latium styl'd , Because these shores in safety him conceal'd . They said the golden age was when he reign'd , Since in such peace his kingdom he maintain'd . Then baser ages by degrees succeed , Which rage of war , and love of riches breed : Ausonian bands then , and Sycanians came , And oft Saturnian fields have lost their name : Thence Kings , and Tyber gyant like , whence we Have Tyber call'd this stream of Italie ; The true old name of Albula is lost . Forc'd through all feas , expulst my native coast , All-conquering fate , and fortunes powerfull hand Have plac'd me here , and the severe command Of my blest mother the Nymph Carmens sent , And great Apollo's strict admonishment . Scarce said , he shews an altar as they came , And the Carmental gates , a Roman name , Which ancient honour Nymphs did dedicate To Carmens , skilful of ensuing fate , Who first declar'd the Trojans should be great , And Pallanteum a renowned seat . Next , a huge grove which valiant Romulus chose For sanctuary , he Lupercal shews To Pan was under cold rocks consecrate , After the manner of th' Athenian state . Then t' Argiletums sacred grove he led , And told the place where his guest Argus dy'd . Tarpeia and the Capitol he shew'd , Now golden , then dark with a horrid wood . Dread of the place , then did the shepherds move , And oft they trembled at the rock and grove . This wood ( he said ) this mountains leavy brow A god inhabited , but uncertain who . Arcadians , here , think Jove himself they spide , Shaking his shiel , and on the winds to ride . These two dismantled towns thou dost behold , Are but sad reliques of the men of old : This , father Janus , that , Saturnus fram'd ; Janiculum this , that was Saturnius nam'd . With these discourses , neer the Court they drew Of poor Evander , where they cattel view Lowing i' th' Roman change , and lofty streets . As to the gates they came he said , These seats Alcides enter'd , here he kept his court : Sir , wealth despise , and now thy self deport As did the god , with homely fare content . This said , he strait with great Aeneas went Under low roofs , and him on couches plac'd Softned with leaves , and with a Bears skin grac'd . Night fell , and with black wings the earth did hide ; But Venus mind not vainly terrifide With Laurent threats , and with sad stirs dismaid , To Vulcan in his golden bed she said , And with sweet language divine love inspires . Whilst the Greek Kings with war and hostile fires Raz'd destin'd Troy , and her high towres distrest ; No ayd nor arms did I for them request Made by thy art or power ; nor thee , dear love , Would I to exercise vain labours move . Though much I owe to Priams high descent , And oft Aeneas hard toyls might lament . Now by Joves will Rutilian shores they plant . O my blest power ! I come a suppliant , A mother for a son craves arms . Dear Love , Thetis , Aurora thee with tears could move : Behold what realms conspire , what cities joyn Councel , by war to ruine me and mine . The Goddesse here round with her snowyarms In soft imbraces him consulting warms . Straight he takes fire , and through his marrow came Accustom'd heat , and did his blood inflame . So from a fiery breach crupted flies Shining with flame , bright thunder through the skies . Glad , straight she finds her plot , and beauty take . When bound with lasting love , thus Vulcan spake : What needs such far-fetch'd stories , goddesse ? where 's Your confidence of me ? had you such care , The Trojans then I might with arms supplide ; Nor Jove , nor fate , that Troy should stand denide , And Priam ten years more to have remain'd . If you resolve , and have a war ordain'd , I promise both my art , my power , and care , What iron and soft Electrum can prepare , What fire and bellows may . Leave to perswade , Nor doubt thy power with us . Thus having said , He wisht imbraces gave , and to sweet rest Prepares , reposing in the goddesse breast . Then when he waken'd , after his first sleep At midnight : As a woman who doth keep Her self by spinning and Minerva's hire , Stirs up the ashes and the sleeping fire . Night adding to her work ; long tasks she plies , And at her lamp her servants exercise , That chaste she might preserve her husbands bed , And her small children to supply with bread . No drowsier at that houre Vulcan arose From his soft bed , and to his forge he goes . Near to Sycanian coasts an Iland lifts High shoulders up , and tall with smoky clifts : Eat with Cyclopen flames , a Cave lies under , And huge Aetnean vaults , which alwayes thunder , Where mighty strokes on anvils did resound , And bars of massie steel roare under ground In water quench'd , by forges breathing flame . This Vulcans seat , Vulcania the lands name . Hither the god descended from the sky , Where sparkling heats in vast caves Cyclops ply . Brontes , Steropes , nak'd Piracmon stand , A thunder-bolt half wrought they had in hand : Of such , great store from heaven to earth are thrown By angry Jove , the rest as yet not done . Three parts of hail , three of a watery cloud , As much of fire , and three of wind allow'd ; Their work with flashe , noise , and fear they mixt , And dreadful wrath , persuing flame betwixt . Here haste they Mars his chariot , and swift spokes , With which he men and mighty towns provokes : These the dread shield of angry Pallas mould , And wrought her arms with Dragons scales and gold ; The goddesse crest with twisted snakes they deck , And Gorgons head dissected from her neck . Cyclops , he said , take all these things away , Set by your tasks , and list to what I say . Arms for a bold man must be made ; impart Now all your strength , and shew your greatest art , Break off delayes . Nor more he said . They hot All ply the work , and equal tasks by lot Receive ; straight brasse and gold in rivers flowes , In a vast furnace hard steel liquid growes . A mighty shield they frame , one should withstand The warlike store of all th' Ausonian land . Rounded with mighty orbs , seven orbs they make ; Some with the bellows air retain and take , Others in water dip the hissing ore ; The hollow vaults with beating anvils rore : They with much strength their arms in order raise , And turn with tongs the masse a thousand wayes . Whilst in Aeolian Caverns Vulcan sweats , Hastning the work : blest morn , from humble seats Evander rais'd , and chirping birds did call Up with sweet notes under his Palace wall . The old man rose , puts on his coat , and tyde His Tyrrhen sandals on , then to his side Girds a Tegean sword , next ore he flung A Panthers skin , which from his left side hung ; From the high floor his double guard descend , And on their masters steps the dogs attend . T' Aeneas chamber went ; for he had not Promis'd assistance , nor his word forgot . And full as early prince Aeneas rose , Pallas with that , with this Achates goes . Met , they salute ; and in the hall being plac'd , Desired conference they enjoyd at last . And first the King began . Great Trojan prince , Thou safe , I never shall Confesse Troy vanquish'd , nor her kingdoms fall . Our aids are small for one so much renown'd ; Here are we with the Tusscan river bound , There Rutils stop us , and oft storm our wall . But I great nations and rich kingdoms shall Draw to thy help ; unlookt for chance presents Thee succour , and thou com'st by fates consents . Not far from hence built on an ancient rock , Stands Agelina , where the Lydian stock Once fam'd in war , Hetrurian mountains plants . This flourishing many years , all former grants At last Mizentius by his proud commands Infring'd , and garrison'd with cruel bands . His murthers I forbear and tyrannies , The gods return the like on him and his ! For he dead bodies to the living joyn'd , Puts face to face , and hand in hand combin'd : Strange torture ! when foul gore and blood imbrues Their sad imbrace , and with long death persues . At last the weary subjects take up arms , And him , then raging , they with fierce alarms In 's court besieg'd , his counsellors they slew , And wild-fire on his lofty palace threw . He scapes'mongst slaughters to Rutilian strands , To seek protection from kind Turnus hands . Now all Hetruria up in cruel rage , To bring their King to justice they ingage . Over their armies I le make thee the head , Now sounding shores are with the Navy spread , Ready to fail ; but their old priest withstands , Opening the fates . You choise Meonian bands Flowre of the antients , whom just griefs engage Against Mizentius with deserved rage : No ‛ Italian must so great a nation sway , Seck forraign Chiefs . This did th' Hetrurians stay , Affrighted by the gods admonishments . Tarchons ambassador to me presents The scepter , crown , ensigns to my commands , And would possesse me of the Tyrrhen lands . But feeble age with cold blood me retracts From such a task , too weak for valiant acts . I would my son prefer , but that his line By 's mother comes from them : Thee fates designe By blood , and years ; the gods this meant for thee . Go , most bold Chief of Troy and Italy . To thee I le Pallas joyn , my hope , and care , Thou being his master to inure to war And Mars hard toyles ; thy prowesse us'd to see From 's youth he may admire , and honour thee . Two hundred chosen horse well mounted all , I shall bestow , as many Pallas shall . Scarce said , the Trojan Anchisiades And good Achates stand , with fixed eyes ; Who , many sad things troubled , then divine . When from high heaven fair Venus gave a signe . For from a cloud with mighty fragor brake A flash of lightning , all things seem'd to shake ; From heaven a Tyrrhen trumpet sounds alarms , And oft they hear the ratling noise of arms , And armour saw shine through a gilded cloud Amongst bright sphears , and struck to thunder loud . Others admire ; but Troy's great Heroe , these Perceives to be his mother's promises . Then said , O king , what these strange portents are Seek not to know , for me the gods declare . This my blest mother told , if war should rise , She would Vulcanian arms bring through the skies For my defence . Ah what great slaughters Latium wait on thee , On Turnus how will I revenged be ! When Tybers waves , shields , helms , and men involve , Let them now arm , and to break peace resolve . This said , down from his lofty throne he came , And on Herculean altars stirs the flame , And joyfull did the last dayes rites renew , And chosen sheep , he as the custome , slew . The same , Evander and the Trojans did . Thence he his fleet and friends revisited , And from their number chose the valiantest Who in the war should follow him ; the rest Go with the stream , and down the river fell , That the glad news they might Ascanius tell . Trojans are hors'd , for Tyrrhen countreys bent , A matchlesse one t' Aeneas they present , Caparison'd with a mighty Lyons skin , Which covering him , with golden clawes did shine . Straight nimble fame through the small city flew , That troups of horse to Tyrrhen kingdoms drew : Matrons their vows redouble with their fears , And wars dire visage greater now appears . Evander then on them departing layes Weeping , his hands , and thus imbracing sayes — O Jove ! wouldst thou my former youth renew , When at Preneste I the Van orethrew , And heaps of shields to ashes did compell , And with this hand King Herelus sent to hell . Three souls his mother gave him at his birth , ( Strange to be told ) thrice he must fall to earth , Thrice was to die : yet I not suffering harm , Took all those lives , and did as oft disarm . I then dear son not from thy'mbrace would be Depriv'd , nor should Mizentius over me Thus much insult , nor oft so neer our gate Slaughter our men , and town depopulate . But oh you gods , and greatest Jove , now bring Comfort , and pity the Arcadian King ; And hear a fathers prayer , if power you have My Pallas to preserve , if fates will save ! If ! may see him , and we meet again , Then life I crave , all labour I 'le disdain ; But him if fortune with sad chance persues , O now my wofull life now let me lose ! Whilst doubtfull cares , and hopes incertain be , Whilst the sole comfort of my age , I thee Dear son infold with strict imbraces here , Before a sadder message wound my eare . His father these at his last farewell said , Whom falne , his servants to his court convaid . Now through the open gates the horsmen bent , Aeneas first with good Achates went , Then other Chiefs , Pallas amidst the bands In warlike habit and bright arms commands . As on the ocean Lucifer reflects , Whom Venus before other stars respects , Raising his sacred head , all darknesse flies . The fearful matrons crown the wals , their eyes The dusky cloud and glittering band persue . The troops through neerest wayes and thickets drew : A clamour rose , drawn up in rank and file , With trampling hoofs they shake the beaten soyle . There are large groves , neer Coeris frigid wave , Sacred of old , which hollow mountains have With gloomy firre beset , and clos'd with wood . The ancient Greeks unto Sylvanus , god Of fields and heards , this grove and least did grant , Who first did in the Latine confines plant . Not far from this , safely incamped lay Tarchon and Tyrrhens , all the army they , Saw from a height possesse a spacious plain . Here bends Aeneas and his warlike train , And weary , for themselves and horse provide . But Venus through the chrystal sphears did glide , Fair goddesse , bearing gifts , in secret she Her son in winding vales far off did see . And thus to him her self discovering said , Behold the promis'd gift my husband made : Dear son , now fear not proud Laurentian spight , Nor to encounter Turnus in the fight . Venus thus laid , having her son imbrac'd , Against an oke the shining armour plac'd . Proud of so great an honour , each where he Roll'd his quick eye , nor satisfied could be , Trying on severall peeces , he admires The dreadful plumed helm , ejecting fires , And fatal sword , bloody habergion , Mighty and stiffe with brasse ; such , when the sun Gilds a dark cloud with rayes , which far off shine . Then his soft greaves , gold , and Electrum joyne , And the rare workmanship on 's spear and shield , Which Latian acts and Roman triumphs held . Vulcan , who well could future things foresee , Had grav'd there all Ascanius progenie , And wars in order as they have been fought . Laid in a verdant cave , Mars wolf he wrought , Fast on her teats the double off-spring sticks , Whom sporting , their kind foster-mother licks ; She bending her smooth neck , delights the young By turns , and shapes their bodies with her tongue , Not far from this , Rome and the Sabine dames Rap'd from the Theater , and Circensian games ; Whence to the Romans a new war arose . Here he old Tatius and stern Cures shews ; After those Kings arm'd , reconciled stand Before Joves altar , goblets in their hand , And to confirm the league , a swine they slew . Not far from thence , four horses Metius drew In sunder ( but thou Alban shouldst have stood Unto thy promise ) Tullus through the wood The traitors bowels with long dragging tore , And dew'd the sprinkled briers with his gore . Porsenna next , Tarquine to re-inthrone Commands , and with strict siege begirt the town . Romans for liberty their lives contemn . Thou 'dst think at once he frown'd , and threatned them ; Because the bridge the valiant Cocles broke , And Cleia scap'd from bonds , the river took . Upon the top of the Tarpeian tower Manlius the Captain stood , with all his power The Temple and the Capitol to watch , And new built courts , rough with Romulean thatch ; And here the silver goose through ports of gold Flying , the Gaules to be in th' entrauce told . Gaules through the shrubs did to the towre ascend , Whom the dark shade and gloomy night defend . Their beards were golden , golden was their hair , They in branch'd cassocks shine , with gold their fair Necks be adorn'd ; each shook two Alpine spears , And for defence a mighty target bears . Here dancing Salii , naked Luperci With woolly crowns those shields fell from the sky . Drawn in soft litters , here chaste matrons are Rites bearing through the city . Hence not far Hels courts and Pluto's gates he did designe , And for crimes , tortures : and thee Catiline Hung on a rock , fearing the furies jawes : The blest withdrawn , where Cato gives the Lawes . The deep seas golden image he ingraves Mongst these , but th' azure fom'd with silver waves . About the ring bright silver Dolphins glide , Brush with their sterns the deep , and waves divide . Amidst thou mighst behold the brazen fleet , The Actian war , and all Leucates sweat , Ready to charge , prepared for the fight : Thou mighst have view'd with gold the billows bright . With him his Gods , the Peers and People came , Who standing on the stern , a double flame Darts from his brows , his fathers star appears . Agrippa there , with winds , heaven favouring , steers His squadron up , and brings his ensignes on , His brows deckt with a naval garland shon . Antonius here with strange and differing bands Both from the red sea and the Eastern strands , Forces of Egypt , and the Bactrians led , Th' Egyptian Queen ( shamelesse ) him followed . At once all charge , and with their labouring ores The whole sea fomes , plow'd up with thundring prores , They take the deep , thou wouldst suppose again That floating Cyclades swam upon the main , Or mountains did with mighty mountains meet , They with such force charge in the towrie fleet : Wild-fire they cast , swift steel , and darts are spread , And Neptunes fields grow with fresh slaughter red . With Egypts trumpets in the midst , the Queen Calls up her fleet , approaching snakes not seen . The barking Anubis , all the monstruous brood Of gods , 'gainst Neptune , Venus , Pallas stood Oppos'd in arms : Mars through the battel rav'd . From heaven sad furies he in steel ingrav'd ; And proud of her torne garments , Discord goes ; Bellona with a bloody whip persues ; His bow Actian Apollo from above These viewing , bent : all with that terror drove , Egyptians , Indians , and Arabians fly , The Queen her self , with winds implor'd , to ply Her sails appear'd , and with loos'd bolings went . Her midst the slaughters , the Ignipotent Made pale with future death , through waves to flie ; Oppos'd to this did huge-limb'd Nilus lie , Spreading his garment , calls into his breast , To sheltring waves inviting the distrest . But to Rome Caesar with three triumphs rode , And on our gods immortal vowes bestow'd ; Him ample fanes three hundred joyful greet , And loud applause did ring through every street , In all the Temples quires of Dames resound , Slain Steers before the altars strew the ground . He in bright porches of great Phoebus sits , And gifts of nations to proud pillars fits . Of conquer'd people , a long train proceeds ; These , various all , in language , arms , and weeds . Here Vulcan fram'd Africans , Nomades , Lelegs , Cures , and dart-arm'd Gelones . Euphrates now glides softer , and Morine Furthest of Nations , double-horned Rhine : Daae Araxes , who a bridge doth scorn . Wondring how Vulcan did the shield adorn ; And ignorant he glories in the frame , Then straight claps on his off-springs fate and fame .

THE NINTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS . THE ARGUMENT . Iris commands bold Turnus to invade The Trojans , whilst Aeneas gathers aide . He draws the Army forth : attempts to burn The fleet , which scape , and into Sea-Nymphs turn . Euryalus and Nisus venture through The enemies camp by night and many slew . Their wofull deaths . Italians with the dawn To storm the town are from their quarters drawn . The Trojans sally forth ; in whose retreat Turnus engag'd is shut within their gate . Many brave men he kils , then on he goes Single against whole regiments of foes : At last leaps ore the wall the river swam , And off with all his arms in safety came . WHilst thus affairs in severall places went , Juno to valiant Turnus Iris sent . Then in the sacred grove by chance he sate , Was to his sire Pilumnus consecrate . To whom she thus from rosie lips began . What no god dares vouchsafe to any man , ( Turnus ) behold , at length time freely sends ! Aeneas having left his fleet and friends , Is to Evanders palace gone : nay more , Past to the confines of the Tuscane shore ; There arms the Rusticks and the Lydian force . What doubtst thou ? now 's the time ; raise chariots , horse ; Break all delay , their troubled camp invade . Thus saying , to heaven she mounts on wings displaid , And through the great bow midst the clouds she flies . He knows her , and his hands rais'd to the skies , Then with such words persues her as she went . Iris , heavens glory , who to me hath sent Thee from above ? from whence this sudden light ? I see heaven open , and behold the bright Stars wander round the poles : the signs obey'd , Who ere thou art , commands to arms . This said , From chrystal streams he water takes , then plies The Gods with prayers , and loads with vowes the skies . And now they took the field with all their force , Bravely appointed both in arms and horse . The Van Messapus , Tyrrheus off-spring had Charge of the Reare , Turnus the Battel led ; And by the shoulders arm'd he taller shews . As in seven channels silent Ganges flowes With gentle waves ; or when the fat-stream'd Nile Hides in himself , and leaves the fertile soile . The Trojan camp a sudden cloud espies Thick with black dust , and a dark smoke to rise . Caicus first from high works calls aloud , What body ( sirs ) advanceth in that cloud ? Arm , arm , stand to your arms ; ascend the wall : The foe draws nigh . Then , with great clamour all The Trojans fill the works and bulwarks mann'd . For the most warlike Prince gave this command At his departing ; Whatsoever chance , Not to give battel , nor to field advance , But keep their trenches , and their walls maintain . Therefore though shame or danger do constrain , They kept their gates obeyng that command ; And arm'd , on towres the foe expecting stand . Turnus out-stripping the slow Regiments , With twenty chosen horse , himself presents Before the Town , on a brave Thracian born ; His golden helmet crimson plumes adorn . Then thus he said ; Who first will charge the foe ? And as he spake , did his swift javelin throw Signal to th' fight ; and bravely first rides out . They all obey , and follow with a showt : Admiring Trojans to such cowardise yeeld ; That men should feare to fight in open field , And lie incamp'd . Vext he the walls survaies , And secks to enter by obscurest waies . As a slie wolf neer a full sheep-coat lies , Suffering both wind and weathers injuries , Growling till midnight , whilst the tender Lambs Exercise bleating safe beneath their dams : He sharp 'gainst th' absent raves ; long want the cause Of greedy hunger , and blood-thirsty jawes . So Turnus anger burns , those warlike frames Viewing , and sorrrw his hard bones inflames , How to get in , and by what means to train The Trojans forth , and draw to th' open plain The Fleet which lay close by the Trenches side , Round with the stream and buswarks fortifide , He charg'd , and of his proud mates fire demands ; And fierce , a flaming pine now fills his hands . Straight they fall on ; his presence courage bred ; With black brands all the youth are furnished , They spoile the hearths ; now pitchy vapours rise , And Vulcan mix'd with smoke , ascends the skies . What god , O Muse , could make such flames retire ? And save the Trojan fleet from cruel fire ? Though old the fact , yet lasting is the fame . When first Aenaeas did in Ida frame His fleet , and rig'd to sail the mighty seas . Cybele mother of the Deities Bespake great Jove . Dear son , thy eare incline To thy lov'd mothers suit , since heaven is thine . I many yeares did love a piney wood , There I had rites , there my high temple stood , Dark with black fir-trees , and a maple shade . These , when the Dardan prince his navy made , I freely gave . Now fear me much molests . To ease sad care , thy mother this requests : Let them no voyage craze , nor storm orerhrow ; This grant , because they on our hills did grow . Then spake her sonne , who rules the worlds bright fires , Mother , why tempt'st thou fate ? what 's thy desire ? Shall ships by mortals built , immortal be ? And shall Aeneas safe all dangers see ? Is such power given to any deity ? But when their voyage ends , they anchor'dly On Latian shores : What ships escape the main , And set the Dardan on th' Ausonian plain ; Their mortal form I le change ; of the great sea Goddesses make , as Doto , Galate , Who foaming Pontus with their breasts divide . This by the Stygian streams he ratifide , Banks full of sulphur , and the horrid lakes , Then with his nod he all Olympus shakes . The promis'd day was come , times due by fate Were full ; when much incens'd by Turnus hate Cybele sav'd from fire the sacred pines . Here in their eyes a wondrous light first shines , And from the East a cloud was seen to fly . Idaeans dance : words dreadfull from the sky Amaz'd the Trojans , and Rutilian bands : Fear not , O Trojans , neither arm your hands To save my fleet : Turnus shall burn the sea , Before these sacred vessels . Go , be free , And Sea-nymphs go ; Cybele bids . They tore Their anchorge then , and sodain launch'd from shore , And with their beaks like Dolphins duck ( most strange ) Dive to the bottom , and to Virgins change . As many brazen prowes at shore did ride , So many beauties to the Ocean glide . All wonder fierce Messapus is dismaid , His horse disorder'd , and swift Tyber staid Murm'ring hoarse things , his foot from sea retreats . But not bold Turnus confidence abates : He cheers , now chides , then thus his men upbraids ; This th' eatens them , Jove now withdraws all aids . Nor dare they Rutile sword nor fire abide ; And now the Ocean is to them denide ; No hope of flight , that part of help is lost , We have the land , such thousands in our host Of Latium arm'd ; nor me those oracles daunt , If for themselves the Phrygians any vaunt ; Enough for Venus fate , rich Italie That they have touch'd ; and there are fates for me , This wicked nation to cut off with steel , Rob'd of my wife ; nor do th' Atrid's feel Alone this grief , nor may Greece only arm . It might suffice once to have fallen , to harm : Once was enough , all women then to hate . Whom these slight works , and this entrenched gate Grant small delayes t'assured funerals . Have they not seen in flames the Trojan walls To lie , which Neptune which his hands did reare ? But valiant youth , who will with me appeare To force the trench , and trembling can ps t' invade . Vulcanian arms , a thousand ships for aide We need not have : let all th' Hetrurians come . Nor the dull theft of the Palladium They shall not fear , the high towrs warder's slain ; Nor shall a horse dark belly us contain . Their walls by day I will with fire surround , I le make them know not Argives they have found , Young Greeks , whom Hector did ten years prevent . But since the best part of the day is spent ; What now remains , all things being carried right , But to refresh , and then expect to fight ? Mean while to guard the ports , and fire prepare , To round the walls , was bold Messapus care . Twice seven Rutilian Captains chosen , then To keep the works ; each led a thousand men , Who did with crests of gold , and purple shine . They scout , and watch by turns : on grasse , rich wine Freely they drink , at fires full goblets they Exhausted turn , the watch consume with play The restlesse night . All which the Trojans from their towres descride , And struck with fear , from port to port they ride , And arm'd , they bridges and strong bulworks joine ; Mnestheus , Serestus , hastning the designe , Whom Prince Aeneas , should there danger fall , Prime Leaders made , and gave the charge of all . The squadrons watch , the danger they divide , And take their turns , Each man his place supplide . The gate was Nisus charge , Hyrtacus son ; Whom th' huntresse Ida sent companion With great Aeneas , one most fierce in war , Who well could shoot , as well could cast his spear . Euryalus joynd ; for comelinesse and grace None was his equal 'mongst the Trojan race , Nor better arms became ; now first was seen Soft doun to spread upon his youthful chin . One was their love , at once they charg'd in warre ; And now to guard the port , their common care . When Nisus said ; Doth God our mind inspire , Or makes each man a god of 's own desire ? What ere it is , I can't to rest incline , My genius prompts me to some great designe . Seest thou the Rutils how secure they lie , Buried in sleep , and wine ? few lights we spie , All silent are . Therefore receive my mind And resolution that I have design'd . The Peers and People would recall the Prince , And want now Spies to bring intelligence . If what I ask , they shall conferre on thee , ( Fame of th' exploit enough shall honour me ) Under that brow I think I have espide A passe , that will to Palanteum guide . Euryalus struck with mighty love of praise , Then to his earnest friend thus briefly sayes . In so great danger dost thou me decline , Alone thy self ingage in this designe ? Have I with thee so ill my self behav'd , Serving our King , when seas and tempests rav'd ? Here is a soul , that values not to live ; And life , to purchase so much fame , would give . Of thee I never harbour'd such a thought , O my dear friend , said Nisus then ; Nor ought . No , as I hope great Jove will safely me Or other favouring gods , bring back to thee . But if ( for such attempts great dangers wait ) That I miscarry by mischance or fate , Thee I 'de have live ; of life thou worthier art , That to my ransom'd corps thou might'st impart Accustom'd earth ; which if my chance denies , Yet grant my shade a tomb and obsequies : Lest to thy mother I the cause should be Of so much grief , who only follow'd thee , Nor great Acestes walls could her detain . But he . Thou weak excuses fram'st in vain , I fully am resolv'd ; come , let 's dispatch . This having said , strait he relieves the watch : All things in order , Centinels being plac'd , He to Ascanius did with Nisus haste . Now through the world all creatures sleep possest , Easing their cares , their hearts from labour rest . Prime Trojan Captains , and choice youth repairs To hold a Councel of their State affairs , What they should do ; whom to Aeneas send . Amidst the camp they on long javelins lean'd , Bearing their shields . Nisus , Euryalus , crave Without delay , they might admittance have : Demurres in great affairs most dangerous are . The Prince bids Nisus first their minds declare . With thoughts unbyass'd hear you Trojan Peers , Neither prejudge the matter by our yeers . In wine and sleep Rutilians buried lie ; For we our selves now did a way descrie , Parts neer the gate , which next the ocean lies . Their fires wax dimme , black smok ascends the skies . If now our fortune you 'll to us permit , Aeneas sought , at King Evanders seat , With mighty slaughter and huge spoil you may Shortly behold : nor can we misse our way ; We daily hunting in dark vales below , Have seen the town , and the whole river know . Then old Alethes said , You deities In whose protection alwayes Ilium lies ; Not us t' extirp you utterly intend , When to our youth you such true valour send . Thus having said , he with a strict imbrace Infolds them both , whilst tears bedew his face . To you for such attempts , what can we give ? What shall I judge a worthy donative ? Heaven and your merits first , shall grant the best ; Pious Aeneas next , shall pay the rest : Nor yet Ascanius in his flourishing state Such your deservings ever shall forget . Nisus , but I ( Ascanius then replies ) Whose only safety in my father lies , Thee by Asaracus deities desire , And Trojan Gods , and Vesta's sacred fire ; Whatere my fortune or my counsels are , I cast my self and them upon your care . Recall my father , let me see his face , And woe shall vanish in his dear imbrace . Two silver bowls I le give , richly ingrav'd , Which from Arisba's sack my father sav'd : Two triphos , two great talents of pure gold , And Dido's gift , a cup of antient mould . But if we Latium win , and these realms sway , If it shall chance we conquerours share the prey . Hast thou brave Turnus horse and arms beheld In which he prides ? his bloody plumes and shield Shall not be shar'd ; now Nisus , they are thine : Besides , my father shall twelve Ladies joyn , As many captive Lords compleat in arms , With all Latina's manours , parks , and farms . But thee , whose age mine in a neerer space Persues , brave youth . I take in full imbrace : Thou in all fortunes my companion be ; My deeds shall seek no glory wanting thee ; In peace or war , my actions and advice Thou most shalt sway . Euryalus replies , For any bold imployment no time shall Prove me unfit , what chance soever fall . But above all , one thing of thee I crave ; I of King Priams stock a mother have , Whom ( best of Parents ! ) Troy could not recall From following me , nor King Acestes wall . Her , unacquainted with the dangers , I Now unsaluted leave : Night testifie , And thy right hand , her tears I could not brook . But thee , I pray , now help her , thus forsook : Assure me this , and I shall bolder go Against all chance . Then from the Trojans flow Rivers of tears : the Prince most grief exprest , And now his fathers love affects his breast . And thus he said — Worthy this great designe , I all things grant : For she shall be my mother , only want Creusas name : nor is her honour small , That she bore thee , whatever chance befall . Now by this head , by which my father swore , What was my grant , if fortune thee restore To us in safety , I le thy friends afford . Weeping he said ; and straight casts off his sword , Which with admired art Lycaon made , And with an ivory sheath adorn'd the blade . A lyons skin Mnestheus on Nisus prest , And good Alethes chang'd with him his crest . Now arm'd they march : as to the gates they bend , Both young and old with vows and prayers attend . And fair Ascanius , who above his age In manly care and courage did ingage , Many commands charg'd them to 's father beare , Which vanished and flew in empty aire . They passe the trench ; through gloomy night they go To th' enemies camp , with a great overthrow : Buried in wine and sleep the guards they spie , And all along the shore their wagons lie ; Men amongst arms , wheels , reins and goblets laid , Spread on the grasse : When thus bold Nisus said . Now let us use our arms , th' occasion calls , This is the path : But thou , lest any falls Upon our reare , watch , and behind survay ; These I 'le destroy , and make thee open way . This said , he silent to proud Rhamnes went , Who then by chance slept in his lofty tent , And with loud snoring did his bosome move , A King , and Prophet , Turnus most did love . But by his skill he could not death evade : Three of his train he slew 'mongst weapons laid , And Rhemus squire : his charioteer he found Amongst the horse , and pin'd him to the ground ; Then heads their Lord , and weltring in his blood Forsakes the panting corps ; a purple flood Besmears the earth , and bed . Next Lamyrus slew With Lamus , and sprightly Serranus , who Most beauteous was ; he all that night had plaid , And vanquisht now in wine and sleep is laid . Happy if he had equaliz'd his play Unto that night , and gam'd it out till day . As when a hungry Lion fierce invades A flock of sheep , ( dire famine much perswades ) He the poor innocent beast struck dumb with fears , Growling with bloody jawes , devours and tears . Slaughter no lesse Euryalus did inflame , And many then he slew without a name . Fadus , Hebesus Abaris he kill'd , And Rhetus , who awake all this beheld , He frighted , under a huge charger hid : In open breast up to the hilts he did Sheath his bright sword , then drew it stain'd with blood ; Dying , his soul he vomits with a flood Of wine and gore commix'd . Then on he went And to Messapus quarters , raging , bent : Where now their fires almost consum'd he spy'd , Their horses feeding , as the manner , ty'd . Then Nisus briefly said , Let us be gone , ( Seeing him drawn with love of slaughter on ; ) For th' envious dawn appears : let this suffice , Our way is made now through the enemies . Nor arms of beaten silver they did mind , Rich hangings , massie plates they leave behind . Rhamnes rich trappings , and his girts of gold , ( Which Cedicus sent to Remulus of old ; When with that present he a league conjoyn'd ; This dying , to his nephew he assign'd . After by war Rutilians made their prize . ) Euryalus seiz'd , and on his shoulder ties , Claps on Messapus helm , with plumes displaid ; Then left the camp , and through them safe way made . Mean while , some horse came from Latinus seat , Whilst the whole Legion stood , drawn up compleat , To bring King Turnus some advertisement , Three hundred shield-men under Volscens sent . And now th' approach the camp , the trench drew nigh , When far off these they on the left hand spie : Euryalus helm through shades of gloomy night Did him betray , reflecting back the light . Not vainly seen , cries Volscens from the band , Stand , Who goes there ? why arm'd ? your busines ? stand . They answer not again , but hasten flight Amongst the woods , and trust themselves to night . The horse beset the paths , all parts surround , And with a guard the severall passes crown'd . There was a wood shady with sable oke , Which thick briers did and thorns with brambles choke , Where a small path led through an obscure way ; The tangling boughs , and burthen of his prey Euryalus stop'd , and fear his feet intraps : Nisus went on , and from the foe escapes , Past Alban lakes , which are from Alba nam'd , Where king Latinus his high stables fram'd . As for his friend , in vain he looking staid , Ah poor Euryalus , where art thou ? he said ; How shall I find thee out ? Then through the maze Of the dark wood returns , and thousand wayes Seeks his own steps , and roves through silent briers . Noise , horse , and sounding trumpets straight he hears , And sudden the huge clamour understands , And saw Euryalus , whom all the bands With disadvantage of the night and lane Had round beset , much striving , but in vain . What shall he do ? what arms , what forces trie To rescue him ? should he , resolv'd to die Charge midst his foes , and for brave death advance ? Then straight , as he his arm rais'd with his lance , To the high moon , he pray'd : Assist me now Great goddesse , glory of the stars , and thou , Great Queen of all the groves and forrests , aid . If ere for me my father presents paid At thy blest altars ; or if ever I From my own hunting did with gifts supply , Or grac'd thy shield , or sacred pillars deckt : Grant that I rout this troop , my spear direct . This said , with his whole strength a lance he cast , Through shady night the flying javelin past , And piercing Sulmons back , the staffe there broke , Yet through his bowels glides the knotty oke . From 's breast a warm stream vomiting , he fell , And short breath panting , makes his bosome swell . All look about : he takes another spear , Cheer'd with successe , and pois'd it at his ear . Whilst they 're amaz'd , through Tagus brows and arms Singing it flew , and in his hot brain warms . Fierce Volscens rag'd , nor any he espide Which threw the speare , nor knew which way to ride . But thou , for both shalt with warm blood afford Me satisfaction , first . This said , his sword He drew , and at Euryalus raging flies . But then aloud affrighted Nisus cries , Nor longer could conceal , nor such grief beare . At me , me ; I , who did the fact am here ; At me convert your steel , Rutilians bold , The fraud is mine ; he neither durst , nor could ; This heaven , these conscious stars shall witnesse such : He only lov'd his haplesse friend too much . Such things he said ; but the drawn sword his chest , With violence pierc'd , and tore his snowie breast . Dead he sinks down ; bloud through his faire limbs sprung , And his neck falling , on his shoulders hung : As when a purple flowr cut by the plow Langueshing dies ; or heads of Poppie bow Their weary necks , opprest with showrs that fall . But in bold Nisus charg'd , Volscens through all Alone he seekes , only at Volscens made ; Though round about , him enemies invade , Wheeling his sword , no slower he rush'd on , Till in the mouth of the Rutilian He buried it , and dying kils his foe : Then wounded on his friend himselfe did throw , And there at last in quiet death did rest . You , if my verse have power , be ever blest , No age shall you forget whilst Trojans shall Plant the fixd Rock , of the high Capitol , Or Roman Fathers shall the Empire sway . But the Rutilian conquerours share the prey , And weeping to the Campe dead Volscens beare . Nor was lesse griefe , Rhamnes found slaughterd there , So many in one massackre , prime men Serranus , Numa ; mighty concourse then Visit the corps , some not quite dead ; they flore Fresh slaughter warm'd , and full streames fresh with gore , Messapus spoyles they know and glittering caske , And reins recovered by so hard a taske . And here Aurora with new light had spread The earth , leaving Tithonius saffron bed ; Now when the Sun had shewd the world againe , Arm'd Turnus forth did his arm'd souldiers traine , And all the Iron rancks in order sets ; Each man his wrath with various rumours whets , When Nisus and Euryalus heads they bring , Fix'd on tall spears , and with loud clamouring ( A wofull sight ) came on The valiant Trojans the left hand made good , The right side was secured with the flood . They mighty trenches man'd with all their powers , And sad they stood upon their lofty towers , When well known heads they saw , t' increase the more Their swelling grief , flowing with purple-gore . Whilst through the fearful town flew swift-wing'd fame , And gliding to Euryalus mother came , Which from the wretch did straight all heat compell ; Her yarn she tumbles down , her spindle fell : Out then with female cries , tearing her haire Distract she runs , and did to th' works repair : Danger of men and weapons she defies , Where thus with loud complaints she fils the skies . Thus view I thee , Euryalus ? art thou he That shouldst support my age ? thus leavst thou me ? Nor to thy mother grant'st one complement , Before thou wast to such great dangers sent ? Ah thou art left to dogs and birds a prey In a strange land ; nor doth thy mother pay Thee funeral rites , nor close thine eyes , nor lave Thy wounds , nor cover with the vest I have Working both night and day hasten'd for thee , Which task in my old age did comfort me . Where shall I seek thee ? in what coast remains Thy mangled limbs ? what land thy corps contains ? This the returns for all my love , dear son ? For this have I by land and sea thus gone ? Kill me , Rutilians , if you pity have , Dart all at me , and give me first a grave ! Or thou great Jove thy self in mercy shew , O father ! this my body , hatefull now , Unto the Stygian shade with thunder send , Since else my woful life I cannot end . This pierc'd their souls , a sad grone past through all : Their courages in war undaunted , fall . Idaeus and sad Actor , by command Of Ilioneus , whilst she thus complain'd , Mov'd with Ascanius tears , lead her away By either arm , and to her house convay . But now from far loud trumpets terrifie , Follow'd with shouts , which eccho from the skie . The Volsceans haste , and straight a Testude form , Trenches to fill prepare , and works to storm ; Some entrance seek , and strive to scale the wall Where men stood thinnest , and the guards but small . Trojans on them all sorts of weapons throw , And with sharp-pointed spears repell the foe , Train'd by long war a city to defend , Huge rocks and mighty milstones down they lend To break their fence-work , under which they slight All chances , and in danger take delight . Which now not serves ; for where they thickest drew , On them a mighty heap the Trojans threw , Which beat the Rutils down , their shield-work broke . Nor more the hardy Volsceans undertook T' assault with engines , but by open force To drive them from their works : On th' other side dreadful Mizentius came , Brandishing fire , and casts in pitchy flame . Messapus that brave horsman , Neptunes race , Past trenches , and did scaling ladders place . O thou Caliope , inspire my verse Slaughters to sing , and funerals to rehearse Which Turnus made ! whom , each man sent to hell . With me that wars great circumstances tell , For this you know , and to relate have power . With transomes vast in prospect was a tower , A place of strength , 'gainst which th' Italians joyn Their force : this to orethrow , their chief design . With stones the Trojans in great flocks defend , And from their loop-holes deadly weapons send . A brand Prince Turnus cast , and blazing flame Fix'd to the work ; which , with the wind , the frame Suddenly seiz'd , on burning posts fast stuck . Amaz'd , within all shake ; and whilst they flock Contriving to escape , and make retreit Where was no fire ; the towre with mighty weight Suddenly fell , heaven thunders with the sound . Half dead with the vast load , they come to ground , With their own weapons hurt ; that cruel steel Did guard their breasts , they in their bosoms feel . Hardly escap'd Lycas and Helenor , Helenor the eldest , whom Lycimnia bore , Bondslave to the Maeoanian King did reare , And sent to Troy unlawfull arms to beare , With a white shield , and sword inglorious yet . He , when he saw himself with troops beset , And Latine bands on every side he found , Like a wild beast which hunters do surround , Runs on the weapons , and resolv'd to die Leaps through the toyles upon the enemie . So charg'd the desperate youth upon his foes , And where he saw the thickest squadron , goes . Lycas much swifter through the enemies And through their arms to the high bulwark flies ; Then strives the tops of the tall works to reach , Endeavouring his friends right hands to catch . Whom Turnus follows with as swift a course , And thus bespeaks : Fond , couldst thou hope our force Thus to escape ? This said , him hanging caught , And down with great part of the bulwark brought . A silver swan , or hare Joves eagle bear ; So through the sky , trust in his hooked sears , Or Marses wolf takes from the flock a lambe , Sought with much bleating of the mourning damme . They shout , they storm , to fill the trenches haste , And fire-works to the lofty bulwarks cast . Ilioneus with a stone , part of a hill , Firing the gates , did bold Lucetius kill . Lyger , Emathion ; Asylas did orethrow Chorinaeus ; This the dart us'd , that the bow . Caeneus , Ortygius . Turnus Caenaeus slew , Dioxe , and Ideas , as they did maintain Their towres , Privernus was by Capys slain . This first a slight wound got from Themella's lance ; But he his hand did to the wound advance Fondly to bind it , when a shaft did glide On nimble wings , and pin'd it to his side ; The breathing places of his soul it found , And panting lungs pierc'd with a deadly wound . In arms compleat stood Arcens gallant son , Of Spanish dye a rich coat he had on : A most fair youth , whom Arcens sent to have Breeding in Atars his grove near Symeths wave , Where pleas'd Palicus smoking altar stands . Mizentius laying by his arms , commands A sounding sling ; then thrice about his head He whirls it round , and with the moulten lead He piere'd his temples through , and from his stand He layes him weltring on a bed of sand . Then first in war Ascanius ( as they fame ) A swift-wing'd arrow at the foe did aime : Before accustom'd wild beasts to persue , And stout Numanus with his own hand slew , Stil'd Rhemulus , who lately did espouse Turnus young sister , joyn'd to th' royal house . Boasting things fit and unfit to relate ; Before the bands , puft up with his new state , He struts , and on with mighty clamour came . Again , twice captiv'd Phrygians , is 't not shame To be besieg'd , and keep out death with walls ? Behold , who seek by war our nuptials ! What god , or folly , caus'd you Latium steer ? Here 's no Atrides , no Vlysses here . We a hard race , use infants to the stream , In cruel ice and water harden them . Our children hunting use , in woods resort To break wild horse , and shooting is their sport . Youth in toyle patient , and inur'd to want , They plow the field ; or arm'd , proud cities daunt . We spend our age in war , and goad our steers With our turn'd javelins : and when struck in years , Our courage fails not , nor our strength decayes ; We crush gray hairs with helms , and still fresh preyes Delight to take , and live by spoils of war . You cloath'd in purple , and in scarlet are , Are pleas'd with sloth , in wanton dances pride ; Your coats have hanging sleeves , your myters tide : True female Phrygians ; men you are not : Go To Dyndimus , whose well-set tunes you know , Where lutes and harps of Bericynthian Ide Invites ; and let Men war ; lay arms aside . Boasting such things , words of so dire extent Ascanius not indur'd : his bow he bent With a horse nerve ; stretching his arms , prepares Before Jove standing supplyant thus , with prayers , Great Jupiter , grant my bold enterprize , I 'le to thy fanes bring solemn sacrifice ; And at thy Altars place a snowie steer , Who lofry crests doth like his mother bear ; And buts with horns , his feet the sand doth spread . Jove heard and from the left-side thundered Through the clear skie ; then sounds the deadly bow , As soon through Rhemulus head the shaft did go , And the wing'd steel did through both temples glide ; Go , now , and valour with proud words deride , Twice captiv'd Phrygians you these answers send , Ascanius said . Trojans with shouts attend And loud applause , to heaven their hope advance . Then bright-hair'd Phoebus from the skie by chance The City and Ausonian bands survaid Flac'd in a cloud , and to Ascanius said . Go with new prowesse boy ; so climb the stars , From Gods sprung , Gods to get ; t is just all wars Under Assaracus house by fate should seise ; Nor Troy shall thee contain . As he said these , He cuts the breathing aire , from heaven descends , And in old Butes forme t'Ascanius bends . Trojan Anchises Squire he was before , And faithfull kept a guard still at his door , Whom then to wait on 's Son , Aeneas sent . In all points like th' old man , Apollo went , Such his white hair , complection , and his voice , And dreadfull arms , ratling with mighty noise : Who thus to fierce Ascanius then began . Trojan enough ! Numanus thou hast slain , To thee Apollo grants thy first desire , Nor envies equall arms ; from fight retire . Having thus said , from mortall eves he fled , And far from thence , to thin aire vanished . The God , and heavenly shafts , the Trojans knew , And saw his sounding quive as he flew . Straight from the fight Ascanius they convey , And Phoebus power and his command obey . But they returue again to charge the foes , And 'gainst all dangers do their lives expose . Then clamor rounds the wals from tower to tower , They bend their bowes , and clouds of arrows poure . The earth is strewd with arms , with mighty blows Helms and Shields rattle : a huge fight arose ; As from moyst , Kids when boysterous storms assail The yieldihg earth , and showrs commix'd with hail Swell to a flood , the skie with rough winds loud Drives wintry night , and tears a hollow cloud . Pandarus and Bitias , both Alcanors seed , Whom Nymph Hiera in loves wood did breed , Youths like their contreys firre , and mountains tall , Open a gate , which to the charge did fall Of their own chief ; these bold in arms did go , And bravely challeng'd to the wals their foe ; Within , themselves on either hand they place ; And arm'd with steel , bright crests their heads did grace . Such as sky-kissing okes by twins that grow Near chrystall streams , or pleasant banks of Poe , Or nigh fair Athesis , to heaven they spread , And unlop'd boughs shake with a stately head . Ausonians rush , seeing the open gate , Bold Quercens then , and fair Equicolus straight With Martial Haemon charge , and Tmarus stout , Or with whole squadrons these would face about , Or in the entrance of the gate expire . The quarrell heats , and more increas'd their ire . There Trojans gather with a mighty shout , Fight hand to hand , dare sally further out . A Messenger , whilst valiant Turnus fought Bravely 'gainst other parts , these tydings brought , Foes flesh'd with slaughter open gates afford . He leavs all businesse then , with anger stir'd To Dardan gates , and the proud brothers goes . Antiphates first , ( for he did first oppose ) ( Sarpedons naturall son by a Theban dame ) He with his spear ' orethrew ; the javelin came Through yielding aire , and through his intrals glides , He from the wound a purple river bleeds , And in his lungs warm grows the sixed steel . Then he did Merops , Erymanthus kill . Next , Bitias with fierce eyes , and raging heart , Not with a spear ( he yields not to a dart ) With a huge Phalarick he did assail , Like lightning sent ; neither his trustie mail , Strengthned with gold , nor two bull hides defend . The mighty fals , the earth a grone did send : Above his huge shield rung : As in times past On the Euboick shores of Baia plac'd , A stone pile sinks : which erst with mighty wals Stood in the Sea , now with a ruine fals , And in the shoales torn from foundations lies . Waves mix'd with waves , and the deep sands arise ; Then high Phrochyta trembles at the sound , And the hard bed where Jove Typhaeus bound . Here bloody Mars , the Ausonians courage stirs , And in their bosomes strikes his sharpest spurs : But to the Trojans sends base fear , and flight . Each where they charge , occasion given to fight , The God of War inflames their minds . As Pandarus beheld his brother slain , And what sad fortune might for him remain , He straight with mighty strength claps to the gates With his broad shoulders : many of his mates Then he shut out , and in hard conflict leavs , But many others rushing in , receivs : Who fond then saw not ; urnus in the troupe Boldly break in , and willingly shut up , Like a huge Tyger 'mongst tame cattell found . His eyes seem fierce , his dreadfull arms resound : And on his crest tremble his bloody plumes , Whilst from his thundring shield , bright lightning comes . They know his hated face , and Gyant size , Which much th' amaz'd Trojans terrines . Then up to him straight mighty Pandarus made And raging for his brothers slaughter said . This not the royall portion from the Queen Which you expect , nor are you now within Ardea , nor your native Country ( Prince . ) This the foes camp ; nor shalt thou 'scape from hence . Then Turnus smiling , calmly did reply , If you 're so stout , come and your prowesse try ; For thou shalt tell to Priam under-ground , That here a new Achilles thou hast found . He said , whilst Pandarus boldly did advance , And cast at him a rough and knottie lance ; The aire receivs the wound , Juno being there Turns it , and in the gate she fix'd the spear . But this good sword which in my right hand I Command with so much strength , thou shalt not flie . Our weapons are not like , nor shall the wound . Then with his sword raising himself from ground , He with a mighty blow his forehead cleaves , And on his downy cheeks a huge gash leaves . Shook with his mighty weight earth did resound , He stretch'd his dying limbs upon the ground ; His arms besmear'd with brain , his cloven head On both sides hung , over each shoulder spread . The Trojans flie , routed with trembling feare ; And if the Conqueror straight had took that care T' have broke the bars , and let his souldiers in , To th' war , and nation , that day last had been . But fury , and mad love of slaughter , him Drove raging 'gainst the foe And first he Gyges maim'd , and Phalaris slew , And spears from flyers snatch'd , at them he threw . For Juno did both strength and courage yield . Halys he kills , runs Phegeus through his shield . Alcander , Halias , Noemon , Prytanus slew , Whilst hot in fight , of this they nothing knew . And Lynceus , as he charg'd , and others calls , With his bright sword surpriz'd them on the walls : Whose head and healmet cut off at one blow , Tumbles far off . Amycus , then a foe To savage beasts ; none better could annoint Weapons then he , with poison arm the point . Clitius and Creteus next , the Muses friend , Creteus that lov'd the Muses , verses pen'd ; Pleas'd with the Lyre , he numbers set to strings , And still of horse , and arms , and battels sings . At last the Trojan leaders at the fame Of this great slaughter , in to rescue came ; And up with Mnestheus bold Serestus bends , They saw the foe , and their amazed friends . When Mnestheus said , Where fly you ? where d' ye go ? What other strength or bulwarks do you know ? Shall one man , sirs , and round inclos'd with wals , Escape , and make so many funerals , And such great numbers of prime men destroy ? Base cowards ! Of your selves , and haplesse Troy Have you no pity ? blush you not with shame For your old gods , and great Aeneas fame ? With words like these encourag'd , boldly then In a thick body they drew up agen . But Turnus by degrees retreats from them , Toth ' river and those parts lay neer the stream . At which more fierce the Trojans with a shout Presse boldly on , and gather round about : As when a troop a Lion hath beset With cruel spears , he makes a brave retreit , Although forbid by valour and by rage , Nor can , though willing , 'gainst such power ingage . So unresolv'd , bold Turnus did retire , Whilst in his bosome boyls a flood of ire . Yet twice , where foes were thickest , on he falls , And twice he drove that party from the walls . When from the Camp , in a full body made 'Gainst one , th' whole army drew ; nor longer aide T' oppose such forces , Juno durst supply . For Jove had sent bright Iris from the sky , Who to Saturnia carried strict commands That Turnus should escape the Trojan bands . Therefore his shield and strength too weak he found , Orewhelm'd with darts , with showres of arrows drown'd ; His hollow cask which arm'd his temples , grones , And solid brasse gives way to battering stones : His plumes are beaten off , nor doth his targe Sustain the blowes , nor thundring Mnestheus charge ; Whilst thick their javelins a whole army throwes , No intermission : then a salt sweat flowes Ore all his limbs , and a black river glides , And faint short-breathing shakes his ample sides . At last with all his arms a leap he gave Into the stream , which on his silver wave Receiv'd him , and on yielding billows bore From slaughter cleans'd , to 's friends on th' other shore .

THE TENTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS . THE ARGUMENT . Jove calls a Councel , and declares the fates : Venus complains : Juno recriminates . Aeneas , Tarchon , and the Tyrrhens joyn'd , Their men aboard , they saile with prosperous wind . The martial List . Ships turn'd to Nymphs appear , And sad Aeneas with their counsel cheer . Landed , they fight ; the Plain huge slaughter fills . Aeneas , Lausus ; Turnus , Pallas kills . Shap'd like Aeneas , a fantastick shade Turnus provokes , and thence to sea convaide . Mizentius , to revenge his son , again Entring the fight , is by Aeneas slain . MEan while heavens mighty courts are open , when The father of the gods , and king of men A counsel calls : from starry thrones , all lands He views , the Dardan camps , and Latian bands . And thus , all plac'd , he said : You deities , Wherefore so often change you your decrees ? And why in sharp debates ars you thus hot ? Latium to war with Troy , granted not . Why this unlawfull strife ? what jealousies made Or these , or them take arms , to fight perswade ? Just time of war ( nor hasten it ) shall come , When cruel Carthage to the towres of Rome Through open Alpes shall great destruction send . Then may they all things spoile , with hate contend ; But now desist , and make a happy peace . Jove brief ; but beauteous Venus answered these At large . — Father , of men and gods eternal king , ( For to none else may we petitions bring ) Thou seest how Rutils boast , and Turnus rides Triumphing through the bands , who bold now prides In wars successe ; nor Trojans wals defend , But they within their gates and works contend , With blood their trenches flow , and now their Prince Aeneas absent , wants intelligence . Must we be still besieg'd ? must we again The walls of rising Troy 'gainst foes maintain ? More armies yet ? shall once more Diomed Against the Dardans his Aeolians lead ? Then I new wounds , as I suppose , must feel , And I thy race , be pierc'd with mortal steel . If Trojans , without leave , for Latium made , Let them be punish'd , neither grant them aide : But if they all those Oracles obey Which Gods and Manes gave , who thy decree Can alter then ? or why new fates ordain ? Of our fir'd Navie why should I complain ? Nor of the King of tempests , and those loud Storms which he rais'd , nor Iris from a cloud . And now the fiends ( which only were untride Of all the world ) she raiseth to her side , And straight Alecto sent from Stygian waves : Who now through all th' Ausonian Cities raves . Nor am I mov'd for realms ; whilst fortune stood We hop'd ; let them now conquer thou think'st good . If no land thy sterne wife grants them t' injoy ; By smokie ruines of consumed Troy , Father , I thee beseech ; from arms detain Ascanius safe , preserv'd , let him remain . Aeneas may be tost through unknown seas , And whatsoever course fortune shall please He may pursue ; Let me but save the boy , Ah let not cruel war the child destroy . Mine lorty Paphos , mine Amathus is , Cytherum and Idalian Palaces ; Let him unexercis'd in cruel strife Of dreadfull war , there finish quiet life ; Command aspiring Carthage then to lay Huge taxes on subdu'd Ausonia , And Tyrian Towrs that nothing shall debar . What help'd it us to 'scape from cruel war ? To flie through Graecian fire , and to exhaust All dangers of the sea and countreys vast , Whilst Trojans for new Troy and Latium stand . We'had better built , on ashes of our land , Dwelt where Troy stood . Xanthus and Simois grant , And that again we Il●um may replant . Highly incens'd then Royal Juno spake ; Why mak'st thou me deep silence thus to break , And in this place our hidden grief declare ? What God or man Aeneas forc'd to war ? Or to the king Latinus made a foe ? Fate him to Italy sent ; then be it so . Drove by Cassandra's rage , have we enjoyn'd Him to set sail , and venture iife to wind ? Or trust a boy with conduct in the war ? Or Tyrrhen faith , or realms in peace to stir ? What power of mine betraid him , or what god ? Where 's Juno here , or Iris from a cloud ? It is unjust Italians should surround Troy with a leaguer , and on native ground Turnus should stand , the great Pilumnus heire , Whom bright Venilia the blest goddesse bare . Shall Trojans thus with fire and sword persue , Take spoiles , and lawlesse others land subdue ; Match where they please , rob husbands of their bride ; Make shew of peace , and yet for war provide ? Thou couldst from Grecian troops thy son regain ; Place empty clouds , and shadows for the man : Thou couldst to Nymphs the Trojan Navy change : But if we help the Rutils , this seems strange . Aeneas absent , wants intelligence ; And absent let him : thou for thy defence Idalium , high Cytherum hast : why then Tempst thou seats big with war and valiant men ? Did we declining Phrygia's realm destroy ? Or they who mov'd the Greeks to war with Troy ? What did to arms Europe and Asia stir , And to break peace by rape ? Th' Adulterer Did he take Sparta by our conduct led ? Did I give arms , or war with foul lust fed ? Thou shouldst have then been carefull ; now complaints Are but in vain falsly thou me attainst . Thus Juno pleads , and all the gods a noise With votes divided made ; as when winds rise , And stopt by woods , a sudden mutmur send , Which doth a storm to marmers portend . Then mighty Jove began who governs all , Silence imposd through the Olympick Hall . Earth to the Center shook , Heaven at a stand , The winds were laid , seas smooth as champaign land ; Careful attend my words ; and bear in mind . Since these two nations cannot be conjoyn'd , And your divisions never will have end : What hope or fortune doth on each attend ? Twixt Trojans , Rutils , I le no difference make . This Siege by fate , if Latins undertake , Or else by Troys ill conduct or advice : Let each the chance of his own enterprise And danger bear : Iove's the same King to all , The fates will make their way whatever fall . This by his brothers streams he ratifide , Which round about th' infernall kingdome glide , Banks full of sulphure , and the horrid lakes , And with his nod he all Olymus shakes . Then from his golden throne great Iove did rise , Attended to his Court by deities . Mean while the Rutils with great clamour came , Close to the gates , and hem'd the wals with flame ; But in their trenches kept the Trojan band , No hope to 'scape , sad on high towrs they stand ; To man their works but slender guards they place , Iasius , Thymetes , bold Hicetons race , With Castor , th' Assaraci and Tybris stood , With them two brothers of Sarpedons blood , Who them accompaned from the Lycian shore . Acmon with all his strength a huge stone bore , A mountains greatest part , who in the wars No lesse then 's father , or his brother dares ; Some Javelins cast , and others stones did throw ; And these did wild-fire hurl , or use their bow , Behold Ascanius , Venus chiefest care , Amidst the thickest , with his Temples bare . So shines a jewell set in purest gold , Made to adorn the head , or neck infold , Such lustre ivory doth to box impart ; Or to Orician brazill wrought by art . His snowie neck , his flowing hair receives : And purest gold his tresses interweaves . Aiming thy shafts , and poisoning darts , the bold , Nations did thee , brave Ismarus , behold , In Lybia born , where men plow fertile lands , And rich Pactolus rowls his golden sands . And Mnestheus present was , whose late successe , When from the wals he Turnus did represse , Him honour gave ; and Capys of great fame , From whom Campania doth derive her name . Whilst thus they were ingag'd in cruell fight ; Aeneas sails through the dark seas by night . As soon as he to th' Etrurian army came , He'acquaints the General with his stock and name , What aids he needs , and what he hath declares : And what great force Mizentius prepares : And shews how fury Turnus doth incense , In humane greatnesse what small confidence Is to be plac'd ; and humbly help did beg . Straight Tarchon forces joyns , and makes a League ; Then freed by fate the Lydyans haste aboard , Under the conduct of a forrain Lord . Aeneas ship the Admiral , sail before , And in her prow two Phrygian Lyons bore . Ida above which Trojans much old take ; In this Aeneas did his voyage make , And various chance of war did ruminate ; But on his left hand youthfull Pallus sate , And learns the stars by which through night they stand Their course , his suffering then by sea and land . You Muses , now open your sacred spring , And raise my notes , that I inspir'd may sing What bands Aeneas brought from Tuscan shore , Who man'd his ships which him to th' ocean bore . I' th' brazen Tyger Massicus first stands , From Clusus he a thousand youth commands ; Who Cosas left , these darts and javelins throw , And bear light quivers with a deadly bow ; Fierce Abas next , with compleat armed bands , On 's stern in gold shining Apollo stands . His mother Populonia did present Six hundred expert ; and three , Ilva sent . The I le for inexhausted mines prefer'd . Asylas , gods interpreter , was third , Whom smoaking entrails , and the stars obey'd ; He tongues of birds , presaging thunder sway'd ; A thousand he did with sharp spears convey , Whom Latian Pisa that they should obey Gave strict command ; and joyn'd in covenant , Who in the Ceres dwell , and those who plant By Minio's streams , them from old Pyrgians were , And from Gravisca of intemperate aire . Cycnus that bold Lygurian , neither you Cupavo I 'le orepasse , who led but few : A swans bright plume did from his crest advance , Of his transformed sire the cognisance . Love was your only crime : for , as 't is said , Whilst Cycnus mourning in his sisters shade For his dear Phaeton , in the poplar grove , And with his sweet Muse comforts his sad love , His hoary hair into soft feathers grew , Then mounting to the stars he singing flew . His son accompanied with equal bands , Rowes the great Centaure ; she through billows stands Threatning the waves , tall like a mighty hill , And the deep ocean plowes with her long keel . Ornus a band rais'd from his fathers shore , Prophetick Manto him to Tyber bore , Who gave to Mantua walls , and 's mothers name : Mantua high-stock'd , but not from one race came : A triple kind , four tribes in each of them ; But this the head , and strength o' th' Tusoan stem . Hence came five hundred , which Mizentius deeds Arm'd 'gainst himself , whom Mincius crown'd with reeds Brought down from antient Benachus , the brine They boldly plow in a most warlike pine . A hundred oars with bold Auletes come , Who sweep the waves , and make the billows fome . This mighty Triton bore , frighting the tydes With his shrill trump , his face and hairy sides Above presents a man , a whale the rest , And fomy waves resound beneath his breast . In thrice ten ships as many Leaders go Troy to relieve ; and the salt ocean plow . Now day had heaven forsaken , and the bright Moons black chariot scales Olympus height . The Prince , ( for no rest grants his troubled mind ) Sits at the helm , and swells the sails with wind . But then , behold ! amidst his voyage , bends To him a train of Nymphs , his antient friends ; Whom blest Cybelle bid to rule the seas , And had from ships transform'd to goddesses . They swam together , and the waves divide ; As many ships did once at anchor ride : They knew their King , and round about him dance . Cymodocea , of best utterance , Seiz'd with her right his stern , her left hand laves ( Raising her self from sea ) the silent waves , And thus she spake : Sleepst thou , O goddesse son ? Awake , great Prince , and clap more canvase on . We are those pines which once crown'd sacred Ide , Thy Fleet , now chang'd to Nymphs : when terrifide With Turnus , threatning sword and fire then we Our cables broke , and through the sea sought thee : Cybelle pitying us , this form did give , Sea-Nymphs to be , and under waves to live . Put young Ascanius is beleaguer'd round With arms , and Latines ever warlike found ; And now th' Arcadian horse joyn with the bold Hetrurians , and allotted quarters hold : To send a party , 's Turnus main designe To keep the passe ; lest both their forces joyn . Rise , and command thy friends with early dawn , To arm themselves , and brace thy target on Which Vulcan gave thee , and th' unconquer'd shield Did with pure gold on the large border gild . Next day , if thou conceive my words not vain , Thou shalt behold huge heaps of Rutils slain . This said , she takes her leave , and as she dives Her skilfull hand , the lusty vessel drives . Swift as a dart through billows flies the ship , Or winged shafts that nimble winds outstrip . So the whole fleet divide the briney seas , This , much amaz'd great Anchisiades , But yet the omen did his spirits raise : Then freely viewing heavens mighty convex , prayes , Mother of gods , thou who in Dyndimus prid'st , And towre-crown'd cities , and with lyons rid'st : O guide me in the fight ! Dear goddesse , be Neer with protection , and blest augurie ! Whilst thus he pray'd , Aurora with new light Led on the day , and darknesse put to flight . First he commands that they should all appeare , Refresh their spirits , and for fight prepare . And now his Dardan city he beheld , Then from the stern he shews his glittering shield , At which a Trojan shout mounts to the stars ; And hope thus added , more their fury spurs . Then thick they javelins cast : Cranes , not so loud Extend their voices from a gloomy cloud When they with clamour cut the yielding skie , And from a threatned tempest sounding flie . But the Rutilian King , and all the bold Ausonian chiefs with wonder did behold , Till they to shore saw the tall Navy stood , And winged vessels hide the ample flood . His crest now burns , flames from his plumes aspire , And Turnus golden helm did shine with fire . As in moyst night , a blazing Comet streams With bloody omens red , and Syrius beams Brings to sad mortals sicknesses and thirst , And heaven in mourning hangs , with influence curst . But nothing daunts bold Turnus confidence To march to shore , and drive th' adventurers thence ; And thus , with words did sleeping valour rouse . You have obtain'd what long you sought with vowes , And now you have it in your power to fight ; Then let your wives and fortunes you excite ! Your fathers facts and fame to memory call ; Let 's sudden charge , and on them bravely fall , Whilst now they landing reel , with staggering feet . Fortune assists the bold . This said , he casts what forces out to lead , And whom to trust with walls beleaguered . Me while Aeneas laders for his men Plac'd from the lofty ships : but many then Observ'd when waves retreated from the shores , Then leap to land ; but others trust their ores . Tarchon supposing he a coast had found Where was no shoal , nor broke waves did resound , But a calme water with a swelling tyde . Thither he turns , and to his men thus cryde . Now lustie youth , now to your tackling stand ; Drive in the ship , and strike that enemie land ; And let the keel in its own furrow sit ; To gain that landing , I le my vessell split . This said , at once all stoutly ply their ores , And brought their foaming ships to Latine shores , Untill their fleet safe on dry ground did stand , And without harme the whole navie came to land . But thy ship Tarchon did not save her self , For whilst it hung upon a spightful shelf , Beaten with billows , it was bilg'd at last , And all her Souldiers in the Ocean cast ; Whilst Plancks and broken ores did hinder them , And drew their sliding feet back with the stream . Nor Turnus us'd delay , but all his bands Gainst Trojans draws , and on the shore he stands , They sound a charge ; and first Aeneas sets On rustick bands , and a good signe , defeats A Latine squadron , and bold Thero slew , Who at Aeneas desperately flew ; Quite through his golden mail , and brazen targe , His sword in 's bosome found a passage large . Then Lycas rip'd from 's mothers belly kil'd , Sacred to thee O Phoebus , though a child , He steel escap'd : not far from thence orethrows Stern Cysseus and huge Gyas , dealing blows With knottie clubs ; nor could Alcides armes Nor mighty size , nor could in those alarms Their father help , who Hercules did aid In all th' adventures which on earth he made . Behold ! whilst Pharon vainly boasts , he cast A spear , which in 's clamouring mouth stuck fast : And nex'd unhappy Cydon , whilst he seeks His new love Clytius , fair with downie cheeks Aeneas slew , and of that love now freed Youth to him made ; thou hadst lamented dy'd , But that thy brothers up against him drew , Seven , Phorcus off-spring , who seven javelins threw : Some harmlesse , on his shield and helme resound , Some Venus broke , not suffering to wound . Then did Aeneas true Achates call , And said , bring me those darts ( nor this hand shall Spend one against the Rutilie in vain ) Drawn from Greek bodies on the Dardan plain . This said , he snatch'd a javelin strong and large , Which well aim'd , pierc'd through Meons brazen targe , And through his breast and breast-plate passage made . Alcanor his bold brother giving aid , Bringing his dying brother of , by chance , Through th' arm sustain'd him flies the winged lance , And sticking in the wound with blood was dide : His hand , with slack nerves hanging by his side . From 's brothers body Numitor , a lance Having pul'd forth , t' Aeneas did advance ; But him it must not wound , the spear past by , And fix'd it self in great Achates thigh . Here youthfull Lausus up a squadron brings , And a rough javelin at bold Driophes flings ; Under his chin , in 's throat fast stuck the lance ; Bereaving him of speech and life at once . Down on his face he tumbles on the earth ; And a deep sea of purple vomits forth . Three Thracians next , of Boreas high descent , And three of Ida's sons , from Ismar sent By severall ways he slew : Hales brings on Aruncian bands ; next charge great Neptune's son Well hors'd Messapus : these get ground , now they , They fought in th' entrance of Ausonia : At warring tempests meet , in th' ample skies , With equall strength , and equall courages ; Nor winds , nor clouds , nor seas give place ; in doubt The battell stands , resolv'd to fight it out . So came the Trojans and the Latins on , Set foot to foot and close up man to man . But on the other side , where streams had born Down rowling stones , and shrubs from bancks had torn , Pallas beheld , th' Arcadian horse unskil'd To fight with foot , to shrink , and leave the field , Whom disadvantage of the ground compels To quit their horse , having no succour else In that extream ; these he intreats and prayes , And now with sharp words did their courage raise . Where do you flie ? by th' acts which you have done , By great Evanders name , and victories won , And my adventures for my Countreys praise : Trust not to flight , but charge the enemies ; And where they thickest stand , there venture through ; Your Prince , your Countrey , this requires of you . No Gods oppose , mortal 'gainst mortal stands , You have more courage ; and as many hands ; Before the Oceans waves opposed be , No land is left , are you for Troy by sea ? This said , he charg'd amongst the thickest foes , Whom Lagus by sterne fates did first oppose ; Who whilst he lifts at him a mighty stone , Was with his spear run through the shoulder bone ; Then back again he drew the fastned lance , Whom Hisbon could not , though he did advance , Relieve : for Pallas whilst he rush'd betwixt Him in his rage , with the same javelin fix'd , And gave him his companions cruell death ; For he his sword in 's swelling lungs did sheath , Next Sthelenus and Anchemelus he kil'd , Who boldly his step-mothers bed defil'd . Then Thymber and Larides were orethrown In Rutile fields , these twins , so like , that none Though well acquainted , could a difference make ; Whose Parents oft rejoyc'd at the mistake . But Pallas now a sad distinction made , Lops Thymbers head off with th' Evandrian blade , And thy right hand for thee ( Larides ) felt ; The half-dead fingers trembling , sought the hilt ; Mov'd with this speech and valour of the man , Vex'd and ashamde , on the Arcadians ran , And here the valiant Pallas Rhetus slew , As in his chariot passing by he flew ; ( This only stay there was of Ilus chance , For he at Ilus aim'd his mighty lance . ) And Rhetus hits , as cowardly he shuns Bold Teuthrus thee , and from thy brother runs With his deaths wound he from his chariot reels , And beats Rutilian Plains with dying heels ; As when a swaine in woods makes many fires , When gales in spring , blow fresh , to his desires : Straight the main bodie 's seiz'd ; all meet again , And Vulcans bands triumphing spread the Plain ; Whilst victor he the conquering flames survaid : So Pallas friends conjoyn'd to bring him aide . But stout Halesus bends 'gainst all alarms , And puts himself in posture with his arms . Demodocus , Ladon , Pharetes did dispatch , Lops Strymons hands , which at his throat did catch : Then with a stone o' th' head takes Thoas full , And beats into his brains his battered scull . Halesus was in woods by 's father hid , Foreseeing fate : but when the old man dy'd , Him destiny with cruel hands did seise , And by th' Evandrian sword did sacrifice , Whom Pallas charg'd , thus having made his prayer . O father Tyber ! grant , this brandish'd spear May through Halesus bosome make its way ! And to thy oke his arms and spoils I 'le pay . The god inclin'd ; whilst he did Imaon save , His open breast t' Arcadian lance he gave . But Lausus powrfull in the war , kept all His men undaunted , at this Captains fall . First Abas slew , who first maintain'd the fight , Th' Arcadians and Hetrurians put to flight , And you O! Trojans , scap'd the Grecian bands . They charge with equal Chiefs , and like commands ; Double their fronts , so thick the iron grove They could not use their arms , nor weapons move . Here Pallas charges : Lausus did ingage Another party there ; nor of their age Much difference was , and both most gallant men : But fortune had denide they should agen Their native country see ; for whom commands Olympus starry palaces , withstands That they should meet , in single fight oppose ; On them their fates attend by greater foes . Mean while his sister Turnus did advise Lausus to help : he through the battel flies On winged wheels ; and there where he espide His men ingag'd , he spake ; Stand all aside , And let me only now with Pallas joyn , The honour of his death must needs be mine : I would his father were spectator here ! This said , the field at his command they cleer . But Pallas , when the Rutils had retir'd , Then Turnus proud commands the youth admir'd ; And viewing his huge body , was amaz'd : Yet with a cruel eye upon him gaz'd ; And saying thus , against the Tyrant came : I shall obtain his spoils and mighty fame , Or noble death ; each will my father please . Then briefly said , Forbear such threats as these . And with the word , drew to the open plains . Cold fear th' Arcadians blood drives from their veins . Turnus from 's chariot lights , on foot to fight : And as a Lyon comes who from a height Hath seen a Bull , for battel to prepare ; So in his march the King himself did beare . When Pallas saw he could him with his sance Reach , as he pleas'd ; then first he did advance , If fortune pleas'd , would him , though weaker , aid : Then thus to Hercules in high heaven he praid . Oh , by my fathers hospitable board , Which thou a stranger honour'dst once ; afford Assistance now to this great enterprise ! Let Turnus me behold with dying eyes , Breathing his last , a Conquerour to seise His bloody arms ! This heard great Hercules ; And powring vain tears forth , he gave a groan , Then Jove with comfort thus bespake his son , Each hath his fate ; Short and irreparable time Mans life enjoyes : But by brave deeds to clime To honours height , this they by valour gain . How many sons of Gods at Troy were slain ? Sarpedon there , my progenie , did fall ; And Turnus fates for him already call , And he to his appointed date must yield . This said , his eye turns from th' Ausonian field . But Pallas with huge strength his javelin threw , And 's glittering sword straight from his scabberd drew ; It through aethereal orbs resounding flies , Where the high coverings of his shoulder lies ; Then through the skirts of 's shield a passage found , And gave to mighty Turnus a small wound . Here Turnus having pois'd a spear of oke , Pointed with steel , aiming at Pallas , spoke : See if our javelin will not better passe . This said , his shield plated with steel and brasse , So thick with bull-hides lin'd , trembling , it prest ; And through his corslet pierc'd his ample brest . He from the wound in vain the warm spear drew , Whilst the same way , blood and his soul , persue . Falling on 's wound , his arms above resound , And dying , bites with bloody mouth the ground . Then Turnus standing ore , Arcadians , tell Evander these he said ; I Pallas send such as he merited : Whatere the honour is of obsequie And joy at funerals , shall my bounty be ; Aeneas entertainment shall be paid Back with no small reward . Thus having said , And treading with his left foot on the dead , He seiz'd his belt richly embroidered , Wrought with a crime ; in one nights nuptials slain So many youths , blood , bridal chambers stain . And with pure gold skilfull Eurytion wrought , Which spoils now Turnus boasts proud to have got ; Men not foreseeing chanee , and future fates , And to observe a mean in prosperous States . The time shall come , when Turnus will in vain Wish , with a Kingdomes price , Pallas unslain , And with those spoils he shall abhor the day . With groans and tears his servants Pallas lay Upon a shield , and round about him mourn , Great grief and glory to thy sire return , This thy first day in war , and this thy last , But yet thou heaps of slain Rutilians sawst . Not of so great misfortune only fame , But certain tydings to Aeneas came ; Which told his army in great danger stands , And now or never aid his shrinking bands . Whoere he meets , he levels with his sword , And steele to him a passage did afford . Seeking thee Turnus with new slaughter proud : Pallas , Evander , favours they allow'd To him a Stranger , and those aids he brought Present themselves , to his revengeful thought . Four gallant youths , which were at Sulmon bred , As many which cold Vfens nonrished , Living he took : for shades an offering dire , Whose captive blood should due the funeral fire . At Mago then a dreadful spear he threw , Who stooping , 'ore him , the swift javelin flew ; He suppliant then , grasping his knees , begun . By thy sires Manes , and thy hopeful son , This life , both for a son and father save . I have a Pallace , where I talents have Of hoarded silver , and huge summes of gold , Coind and uncoin'd . This victory can't withhold . Nor one mans life so great a difference make . This said : Then thus to him Aeneas spake . The gold and silver which thou mention'st , spare To help thy children ; Turnus in this War Hath bar'd all quarter since he Pallas slew , This to my father , and my son is due . Then , whilst he mercy craves , he seiz'd his crest And ran to th' hilts his sword within his brest . Hard by was Phoebus prest , Aemonius son With all his robes , Surplice and Mytre on , Known by his glorious arms , and glittering shield , Him first he charg'd , and drives through all the field . Then of him faln a sacrifice he made , And standing ore , hides with his mighty shade . Serestus takes his curious arms to be A lasting trophie , father Mars to thee . Ceculus , Vulcans son , and Vmbro , who Came from th' Martian fields , the fight renew , Whom the Prince meets : as Anxure did advance , He lops off both his shield and arm at once . For he devin'd t' himself some great successe , And vain Enthusiasmes , beleev'd no lesse ; With his phantastick spirit he mounts the stars , Promising t' himself long life and hoarie hairs . Well arm'd Tarquitus then came boldly on , Whom the nymph Dryope bore , old Faunus son , Towards him Aeneas raging did advance , And through his shield and corslet drives his lance . Whilst he did many ways beg life in vain , And us'd perswasions quarter to obtain , Cuts off his head the warm trunck down did rowl ; Then standing ore him , from a bitter soul Thus much he said . Thou so much fear'd lie there , Nor shall thy woful mother thee interre : Or in thy fathers tombe thy body lay ; Thou shalt be left for birds and beasts a prey , Or waves shall roll thee in the ocean drownd , And greedy fish shall lick thy bleeding wound . Anthaeus and Lycas next he followed , Who the prime squadrons of bold Turnus led . Stout Numa did , and bright-hair'd Camers chace , Sprung from great Volscens , who the richest was Of Italy , and rul'd Amyclean lands . As bold Aegean with a hundred hands Did belch from fifty mouths devouring flame , When arm'd against Joves thunderbolts he came ; As many swords did shake , and sounding shields . So rag'd Aeneas conquering through the fields : His sword now warm , behold he next proceeds Dreadfull against Nyphaeus chariot steeds ; But they far off , as him they saw draw near , Raging extremely , turn , being struck with fear , And rushing back , their Captain overthrew , And to the shore they with the chariot flew . But mean while Lucagus with white horse rides , In th' open plain his brother Lyger guides The winged chariot , and the reins commands , His drawn sword Leucagus brandish'd in his hands , Nor them Aeneas suffers to advance , But gainst them boldly he presents his lance . To whom then Lyger said , These are not Diomedes horse , nor dost thou see Achilles chariot , nor Greek enemie : Now , in this field thou life and war shalt end . Thus vapouring Lyger did with words contend . But the bold Trojan studied no reply , He throws his javelin at the enemy : When Leucagus bending , having cast his speare , His left foot out , did for the fight prepare . Under his shield Aeneas javelin found Way to his left thigh with a mighty wound : He from his chariot tumbles down half dead , When in stern language thus Aeneas said : Sir , your slow horse have not your chariot lost , Nor were they frighted from the enemies host ; But you your self your chariot have forsook , And strait he seiz'd the horses , as he spoke . His brother then disarm'd , himself submits , And craving quarter , he his office quits . Now for thy self and thy great parents sake , Brave Prince , O spare my life , and pity take ! Aeneas said , You were more malepert : Die ; for thy brother thou shalt not desert . Then he the closet of his soul displaid With his bright sword . The Dardan Heroe made Such slaughters then , and like a whirlwind raves , Or some huge deluge with orewhelming waves . Ascanius and his bands besieg'd in vain , Break through their ports , and sally to the plain . Mean while to Juno thus bespake great Jove : My dearest sister , and my most dear Love ; As thou believst , ( nor doth thy judgment erre ) Venus upholds the Trojans in this war ; And not great strength , and lively courages . To whom then Juno modestly replies : Great Sir , why do you thus disquiet me Opprest with woe , fearing thy sad decree ? Had I that power by love , which once was mine , And should be still ; at least thou wouldst incline That I in safety from the fight should bring Turnus to 's fathers court . But now , great King , Let him be slain , and if thou think it good , Let cruel Trojans shed his royal blood , Though he from us derive his stock and name , Who from Pilumnus the fourth of spring came , And oft thy altars heap'd with sacrifice . To whom Olympus mighty King replies : If thou delayes from speedy death wouldst have , And for a time the haplesse young man save ; And if thou thinkst it lies within my power , Turnus by flight save from the fatal houre . This I may grant : but if in your request Conceal'd you drive a further interest , So the whole fortune of the war again To bring about ; thou foster'st hope in vain . Then Juno weeping , said : You may connive At what you dare not grant ; and he may live . But now his woful destiny draws near , Or else I am transported with vain fear : Oh that false terror still would me delude ! And thou , who mayst , wouldst better things conclude . Thus having said , from lofty heaven she flies , Girded with clouds , winds driving through the skies ; And to th' Ausonian camp and Trojans made . Then she an aiery cloud , a hoslow shade Form'd like Aeneas , which ( most strange ) she drest In Dardan arms , and shield ; a flowing crest Puts on his honour'd head ; then made it talk , Speak without lungs , and like Aeneas walk . Such shapes they say , that dead mens spirits have , Or those in dreams our drowsie sense deceive . But the insulting shadow takes the Van , Calling aloud , and challeng'd out the man . Turnus advanc'd , and 's sounding javelin threw ; The Shade retreats , and suddenly withdrew . As soon as Turnus did himself perswade Aeneas fled , swolne with vain hope , he said : What , fly'st thou Trojan , and thy bride dost leave ? The land thou sought'st by sea , this hand shall give . Thus brandishing his sword , he eas'd his mind ; Nor thought his hope did fleet before the wind . Behind a rock , by chance , in a calm bay With ready ladders a tall vessel lay , Which king Osinius brought to Clusine shore ; Hither it self the fleeting shadow bore , And takes the hold ; nor slower were Turnus steps , All stay he conquers , ore high bridges leaps . No sooner shipt . Juno the cable cuts , And to the sea the floating vessel puts . But through the fight mean while Aeneas goes Turnus to find and many overthrows . Nor longer the phantastick shadow lies Hid under deck , but vanishing , it flies Up to the stars , and with dark clouds conjoin'd : Whilst Turnus drives to sea before the wind , And both his hands did to high heaven advance , For safety thanklesse , ignorant of the chance : O Jove , he said , deserve I this from thee ? And is 't thy will thus , thus to punish me ? Ah whether must I go ? from whence came I ? Where shall I land ? or whither do I fly ? Shall I Laurentian towrs behold agen ? View my own camp , where all those gallant men Which did my fortune and my arms attend , Ah , I have left , to meet a woful end ! I hear their dying groans ; now now I view My routed army flie : what shall I do ! Oh that the earth would gape and swallow me : Or rather gentle winds , more favouring be , ( For your assistance Turnus now invokes ) Ah drive this vessel on obdurate rocks ; Split on the sands where friends shall never see My corps , nor blasted fame shall follow me . This said , his mind on no resolve could place ; Whether he should for this so vile disgrace Upon himself a punishment afford . And desperate in his bowels sheath his sword ; Or leap into the sea , and swim to shore , And 'gainst the Trojans arm himself once more . Thrice he attempted both ; great Juno thrice His rashnesse staid with soberer advice . The ship cuts billows , and with favouring tides To the old city of his father glides . Jove did mean while Mizentius soul enlarge , That with fresh power the conquerours he should charge . 'Gainst whom the Tyrrhens joyn ; all 'gainst one man With deadly hate and cruel weapons ran . He as a rock amongst vast billows stood , Scorning loud winds , and raging of the flood ; And fix'd remaining , all the force defies Muster'd from threatning seas , and thundring skies . Hebrus , Dolicaons son , he overthrew , Latagus with him , and Palmus as he flew ; But with a stone , no small part of a hill , Dashing in s face , he Latagus did kill . Palmus comes ore maim'd with his wounded knee , And gave his arms , bold Lausus , unto thee . Next Thrygian Eavns , Mimas was orethrown , Of Paris age , and his companion , Whom , the same night the Queen gave Paris birth , Pregnant with fire , Theano did bring forth To old Amycus : he at home was slain , But Mimas fell in the Laurentian Plain . He as a hunted bore from mountains bends , Whom , long , pine bearing Vesulus defends , And many years Laurentian marshes bred , Where he with mast and bul-rushes was fed , After he finds himself amidst their nets , He stands , and foaming , up his bristles sets , Against his rage the boldest dare not go , But with safe showts at distance javelins throw . So stood Mizentius 'gainst his Subjects rage , Yet none so hardy durst their King ingage ; Put out of reach at him they cast their spears With mighty shouts ; he not the proudest fears , But angry raungeth through the spacious field , Bearing a grove of javelins on his shield . Acron a Greek , but in Corytus bred , Drawn to this war , left his new-marriage bed : Him when he saw amongst the squadrons , drest In wedding garments , and a purple vest ; As a starv'd lion who doth oft invade Some lofty stall , ( for hunger will perswade ) If he a nimble goat espie by chance , Or else a dear a tall crest to advance , Gaping he raves , and bristles up his main , And growling lies devouring of the slain ? Then baths his mouth with blood . So fierce Mizentius rag'd 'mongst thickest foes , And most unhappy Acron overthrows . Breathing his last , beating the earth , he lies , And the strong javelin with his blood he dies . Yet scorns Orodes flying to orethrow , And through his back to give the deadly blow ; But runs and meets him ; he by prowesse can More then by art , and charges man to man ; Then on him down setting his foot and spear , Said great Orodes , once so fear'd , lies here : His Souldiers raise a shout . But dying , he Who e're thou art , said , I reveng'd shall be ; Nor shalt thou long triumph , thy fate draws nigh , And thou with me , in the same field shalt lie . With a grim smile Mizentius then replies , Thou first shalt die : who rules both earth and skies , Let him dispose of me . Thus saying , he then His javelin draws from the dead corps agen : A hard and iron rest seal'd up his sight , And clos'd his eye in everlasting night . Caedicus , Alcathous ; and Sacrator slew Hydaspes ; Rapo , Parthens overthrew , And valiant Orses ; but Messapus sped Clonius and Ericates he left dead ; This tangled in the trappings of his steed ; On foot makes th' other sure : next did proceed Lycius 'gainst him who Valerus did kill , Though he was cunning at his Grandsires skill . Salius , Autronius ; Neacles , Salius slew , Who us'd the dart , and well a long bow drew . Now bloody Mars inrag'd on both sides fals , Matching their grief with equall funerals ; Victors and those are worsted , both come on , And both retreat : flight is to neither known . The Gods in loves High court pity their rage , That thus poor mortals should themselves ingage . Here Venus sits , there cruell Iuno stands , And pale Tisiphone raves amidst the bands . But here Mizentius a huge javeline shakes , And to the field highly incensed makes . So tall Oryon through the swelling tides Marcheth on foot , the waves scarce reach his sides ; Or when he stalks more proudly on dry land , Bringing from hils an old ash in his hand ; Whilst his proud head amongst the clouds he hides : So in his mighty arms Mizentius prides . Aeneas having spi'de him through the bands , Marches against him : He undaunted stands , Waiting th' approach of his magnanimous foe ; And having took the measure of his throw : This hand which is my God , and this my spear Which now I poise , grant your assistance here . That cruell Pirates spoils and arms I now For thee a trophie , dearest Lausus vow . This said , at him he cast his sounding lance . But the swift spear did from his target glance , And far from thence through noble Anthor run ; This was great Hercules companion , Who sent from Argos with Evander staid , And his abode now in Ausonia made . Thus hurt he fals , and haplesse views the skies , Remembring his dear Argos as he dies . His javelin then valiant Aeneas threw , Which through his brazen quilted target flew , Where three bull-hides tan'd did their force conjoyn , And fast it stuck , in bold Mizentius groyn . Whose strength now fails : soon as Aeneas saw The Tyrrhens blood , straight he his sword did draw , And whilst he was astonish d , rusheth on , This Lausus viewing , fetch'd a heavy grone For his dear father , and salt tears he sheds : Here thy sad death , and most renowned deeds , If antient stories have related truth , I shall not silence , O most noble youth . Mizentius hurt , began some ground to yield , Drawing the hostil weapon from his shield ; Lausus steps in and brought his father aid , And took the blow which fierce Aeneas made On his own shield ; receives him with delays ; At which a shout his glad companions raise : Whilst the hurt father from the fight withdrew , Defended by his son , Iavelins they threw , And 'gainst the foe their lances thick discharge : Aeneas rag'd protected with his targe . As when a showre descends of hail and rain , Straight all the husbandmen forsake the Plain ; Under dry roofs himself the traveler saves , Or shelters under bancks , or rockie caves , Until the storm is o're : that when the Sun Returns , he may perfect the work begun . So was Aeneas overwhelm'd with darts , Bearing the tempest thundring from all parts : And Lausus he rebukes ; now menaceth The bold youth thus ; why hastenst thou thy death ? And dost so much above thy strength assay ? Thy Piety , fond youth , doth thee betray . But he no lesse rashly himself ingag'd ; At which the Dardan Prince extreamly rag'd ; And now ●is thread of life the fates had span ; In him to th' hilts his sword Aeneas ran , And through the threatners shield , and arms it pass'd , And coat , his mother with pure gold had grac'd : I lood drown'd his breast , his soul her Progresse makes Down to pale shades , and the cold corps forsakes . But when his face great Anehisiades , And cheeks now wonderfully pale espies , He stretch'd his hand , then sigh'd with grief opprest , And now his fathers love affects his breast , Saying poor youth , what fame for thee is due ? What worthy gift shall I bestow on you ? Take thy lov'd arms ( if those thou dost regard ) And with thy Royall Parents be interr'd , This comfort have in thy sad funeral , That thou by great Aeneas hand didst fall . Then checks his lingring friends , himself before Raising him up , his hair defil'd with gore . Mean while his father at the crystal streams Of Tyber cleans'd his wound , and eas'd his limbs Against a tree , on which his helm he hung , And on the grasse his pondrous armour flung ; A choice guard round : panting , his neck did rest , Which bowing , with his beard cover'd his breast ; Then asks for Lausus , and oft sends to find , And call him off , since 't was his fathers mind . But the dead youth , his friends in sorrow drown'd Bore on a shield , slain by a mighty wound ; Far off the crie his soul presaging knew , Then on his silver hair rowl dust he threw , And both his hands at once to heaven he heaves , Then thus complaining to the body cleaves . Dear son , was life to me so sweet that thou Whom : begot , for me shouldst suffer now , Must I thy father draw this vital breath , Sav'd by thy wounds , and live by thy sad death ? O let me now to woful exile go , Since I behold this wound , this fatall blow . Oh son , my acts have blasted thy renown , Expuls'd by malice from my throne and crown ; 'T was I should suffer in this hatefull strife , And many deaths pay for this wicked life ; Yet still I live , view heaven , converse with man ; But I le forsake them all . Then he began , Thus saying , to raise his feeble thigh from ground , And though it fail'd him with so great a wound , Undaunted he , commands his horse provide . This was his comfort , this his only pride , On this through all his fights did Conqueror go , To whom he spake , declaring thus his woe ; Of long life ( Phoebus ) we have had the proof , ( If any time to mortals were enough , ) Either we must Aeneas head this day , And bloody spoils in triumph bear away , Revenging Lausus : or if fates deny Assistance , we will both together die . For sure most valiant Steed thou 'lt not admit A Trojan rider , nor a strangers bit . Thus having spoke , up sad Mizentius gets , And soon himself in comely manner seats ; Then both his hands did with sharp javelins load ; On his bright helm whole mains of horses fload . And straight he marches up ; whilst mighty shame , Grief and distraction , did his soul inflame , Love provokes rage ; and losse of honour , all . Then thrice aloud , did for Aeneas call . The Trojan knew the voice , and thus he pray'd , So may great Jove and Phoebus now perswade That thou begin the fight . And praying , with a dreadful spear march'd on . But he , why hast thou rob'd me of my son Most cruell man , and terrifiest me thus ? Since no way else thou hadst to ruine us : Nor fear we death , nor any God regard . Leave of thy prayers , to die I come prepar'd ; But first these legacies I le on thee bestow . This said , he cast a javelin at the foe , Another after , then another flings ; And swiftly wheels about in mighty rings . Aeneas shield receives them ; thrice he goes About him standing , and sharp lances throwes . Three times the Trojan turning where he stood , Bore on his brazen shield a mighty wood . Vext with delay , and plucking from his targe So many spears , and with the dangerous charge , Plotting all means , at last he did advance , And through his horses head he sent his lance ; Who rising then , beats with his feet the skies , And tumbling backward , on his rider lies Oppressing much his arm extended out . Trojans and Latines send to heaven a shout . In , leaps Aeneas , and his bright sword drew , And thus he said ; Where 's proud Mizentius now , And that fierce courage made him once so bold ? But he , as soon as heaven he did behold , And coming to himself recoverd breath ; Why triumph'st thou , proud foe , and threatenst death ? May I not die ? Therefore I fought with thee , Nor made my son such articles for me . One thing ( if vanquisht foes gain suits ) I crave A burial : I know my people have Me in disdain ; their fury , oh prevent , And grant my son and me one monument . This said , his throat receive th' expected blow , And on his arms his soul in blood did flow .

THE ELEVENTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS . THE ARGUMENT . Mizentius trophey . Pallas funerals . Cessation made . The King a councel cals . Diomed's answer Venulus relates . Drances , and Turnus , loud in hot debates . Aeneas gives the City an alarm . The King his Councel leaves , and Latines arm . Camilla's story . Troops of horse maintain A doubtfull fight : the bold Virago slain . The Trojans , flying Rutilie persue . Turnus inform'd straight from his ambush drew . Aeneas takes the passage , then march'd down To th' open plain , and lies before the town . MEan while Aurora from the sea ascends , Aeneas ( although care t'interre his friends The time requir'd , much for their death dismaid ) Early his vows to heaven a conquerour paid . A mighty oke , depriv'd of bowes , he plac d Upon a hill , and with bright armour grac d ; The spoils of King Mizentius to be A trophie , mighty God of war , to thee . His plumes bedewd with blood , and broken lance , And breast plate twelve times pierc'd he did advance . Then to his friends triumphing , ( for a guard They made about him ) he himself declar'd . Most valiant Trojans , the great work is done ; What now remains , but that all feare we shun ? The proud Kings spoils , here , our first offering , stands ; Mizentius now serves under our commands . Next for Latinus walls let us prepare , And boldly arm , nor doubt the chance of war . Lest for their stay , any plead ignorance ; When first the Gods shall please , we will advance Our standard , and our army forth shall lead . Nor for base fear let none excuses plead . Mean while let 's beare our friends unto the grave ; The only honour which the dead can have . Go , those brave souls with solemn rites attend , Whose blood for us hath purchased this land : Put first on Pallas mournful obsequies wait , And bear him to his fathers woful seat : Whom from sweet life a cruel death did call ( Wanting no valour ) to sad funerall . Weeping he said , and to the herse he bends , Where old Acetes Pallas corps attends ; Who when Evanders squire , much honour won , But not so happy waiting on his son . Round him his servants , and the Trojans were , And Ilian dames , sad with dishevel'd hair . But when Aeneas enter'd , a huge cry , Beating their breasts , they raise unto the sky , And the whole court with loud complaining fild . Soon as he had dear Pallas corps beheld , And the wide wound upon his lovely breast , With many tears , his grief he thus exprest . Brave youth , when better fortune came , did she For very spight , deprive us straight of thee : Lest thou shouldst see our conquest , and return Unto thy fathers Court in triumph born . I to Evander no such promise made At my departure when with mighty aid He me dismist ; and fearful , did foresh ew We should incounter with a dangerous foe . But now perhaps glad hope his mind doth raise , And vows he makes with frequent sacrifice , Whilst to the dead , who 's not indebted now To any God , vain honour we allow . These are the promis'd triumphs thou shalt see Perform'd by us , thy sons sad obsequie . Thus I discharge my trust But no base wound Shall by Evander on his corps be found , Nor shall he wish his life at honours cost . What strength hath Latium and Ascanius lost ? This said , to raise the sad corps he commands , And sends a thousand chosen from the bands , Who should attend his last solemnitie , And with Evanders tears their sorrow Vie , And to a mourning father comfort be , Though small , yet gratefull in great miserie . Some busie , joyning verdant Arbuts were ; And deck with oken leaves the stately Bier : Then the sad hearse , with boughs and branches shade , Where , on green rushes the brave youth they laid . Such the pase Daffadill or Violet Pluck'd by a Virgins hand : whose beauty yet And form remains ; though from the stalk now rent Their mother earth affords no nourishment . The Prince , two robes of gold and purple brought , Which with her own hand beauteous Dido wrought , And to Aeneas did present of old , And mixt the curious web with purest gold . Which for a hearse-cloth on the corps he laid , Then with a vail his comely hair did shade , And with Laurentian spoils did him adorn , Bids what he won , in order to be born , And horse and arms were taken from the foe ; Then those to shades a sacrifice must go , Quenching the cruell flame with luke-warm blood , Their hands behind them bound , prepared stood . Next bids prime Captains hostile arms to bear , And names of slaughter'd foes upon their spear . They old Acetes led , with grief opprest , Tearing his hair , beating his wofull breast ; Who falling down on th' earth extended lay : They chariots stain'd with Rutile gore convay . Ethon his horse in mourning next took place , And weeping with great tears blubber'd his face . This bore his lance , and that his shining crest , For Turnus being Couquerour , spoil'd the rest . The Trojans follow , and the Tyrrhen Peers , And sad Arcadians trailing of their spears . Next all the mourners march'd in order on ; Then spake Aeneas with a heavy grone ; Now we must others mourn in battel fel , Dear Pallas now eternally farewel , For evermore adieu . Nor more he said , But to the wals of the high City made . When from Latinus some were sent to treat , With olive vail'd , a breathing space to get , That he would please , the bodies of the slain , Which now in heaps lay scatter'd on the plain , They might interre : for with the vanquished Should no contention be , nor with the dead ; And those once stil'd his friends , he now would spare . Their suits , which not to be rejected were , Aeneas grants , and did their fears asswage . Sirs , what strange fortune forc'd you to engage In such a war , and us your friends to shun ? Seek you a peace for those in fight orethrown ? I 'de rather grant it unto them remain . Nor had I come , but that the fates ordain These seats for me , nor had with you made war . Your King left us , for Turnus did declare . 'T were fitter , Turnus should in single fight Try't out himself ; if he would put to flight The Trojan bands , and give the war an end , Let him with me then hand to hand contend ; And let whom God , and 's right hand favour , live . Go , and your haplesse friends due funerals give , Aeneas said ; whilst they stood all amaz'd , And with deep silence on each other gaz'd . Old Drances then , who bore eternal spleen 'Gainst valiant Turnus did at last begin . O Trojan , great by fame , greater by wars , How shall I match thy honour with the stars ? Shall I thy power , or justice first admire ? Humbly our King shall know of thy desire : If fortune aid us , we shall him perswade To peace : let who so will then Turnus aid . To build your promis'd city we shall joy , And bear upon our backs the stones of Troy . All with one voice approve the words he said , And a cessation for twelve dayes is made . Trojans and Lutines wander here and there Through woods and mountains , and no danger feare . Now mighty Ashes with the axe resound , And Pines that kist the stars , tumble to ground ; Whole Okes they cleave , sweet Cedar is orethrown , And with wild Ash huge cars continual groan . And now swift fame this sad disaster tels ; Evanders court the doleful rumour fills , Which said but now , Pallas the victory won . Swift to the gates amaz'd Arcadians run , And as the antient custome torches beare : With a long train of light the wayes appear , And all the field with funeral tapers shine . Whilst to these mourners the sad Trojans joine ; Whom , when the matrons did behold draw nigh , They through the City rais'd a woful cry ; When no perswasions could Evander stay , But in he comes , and falling down , he lay Fix'd on the herse , weeping and groning there , And long , ere thus his grief he could declare . Dear Pallas , th' ast not kept thy word with me , That thou in fight wouldst not so ventrous be . I knew how much new glory would inflame , And in first service the desire of fame . Woful first fruits ! too hard such rudiments are In thy first lesson , which thou learnst in war . No God did hear my prayer , nor mind my vow ; And thou blest wife , in death most happy now , That didst not live to see this sight ; whilst I Now do survive my own sad destiny , And a most wretched father must remain . I should have dy'd , and Rutils me have slain For joyning with the Trojans ; and for me , Not Pallas , should have been this obsequie . Nor will I blame the Trojans , nor shall rue Th association which I made with you This chance belong'd to my gray hairs . But since Untimely death hath took my son from hence ; I joy that thousand Volsceans fell before Him leading Trojans to th' Au onian shore . Nor other rites , dear Pallas , shalt thou have Then what Aeneas and bold Phrygians gave ; What Tarchon and their Captains did ordain , Who honouring bear , trophies of those th' hast flain : For thee a huge one , Turnus , we had seen , If he of equal strength and age had been . But I the Trojans keep too long from war . Farewell ; and to your King this message bear , That I loath'd life prolong , Pallas being gone ; His valour must a father , and a son , Revenge on Turnus ; this remains for him Whose worth hath plac'd in Fortunes best esteem . Nor joys of life I wish for but to stay Till I these tidings to my son convay . Mean while Aurora cleers the darkned aire , And brought to wretched mortals toyl and care . Aeneas then , and Tarchon on the shores Huge piles erect ; and as their ancestors , Here their dead friends they brought , then kindle fire , And to high heaven clouds of thick smoke aspire . Thrice round about the burning pi●es they goe Gilded in shining arms ; th●ee fires or woe Mounted on mourning horses they surround , A doleful cry they raise , l●ud trumpets sound ; Arms , and the earth is water'd with their tears , And lamentations scale the highest sphears , Some in the fire the Latine spoils do burn , Helms , swords , and reins , and wheels from chariots torn ; Some their friends shields , well known in all alarms , Cast after them , and their unhappy arms . Whole herds of cattel and of swine were kil'd , And flocks of sheep brought in from every field . Their burning friends they view through all the strand , And round about the half-burnt piles they stand ; Nor could be taken off , till dewie night Adorn'd high heaven with constellations bright . No lesse on th' other side , the Latines reare Innumerable piles , many interre , Many are to the neighbouring confines born , And to the city some again return . The rest , confused heaps of slaughter'd men , They burn uncounted , and unhonour'd ; then The spatious fields with frequent fires are bright . When the third day from heaven drove gloomy night , Mourning they sweep the ashes from the hearth , And mingled bones yet warm , they load with earth . Now in the Court , and rich Latinus seat , Were loudest cries , and lamentations great : Here mothers sisters there the woful nurle , Children depriv'd of parents , weeping curse The cruel war , and Turnus haplesse sute , That he alone the quarrel should dispute , Who hopes to gain all Latium with the bride , Fierce Drances urg'd , nor could it be denide , That Turnus had been challeng'd to the fight . These warm debates their Votes made opposite . But he stands shaded with the Queens great name , And lasting trophies of 's deserved fame . Amidst these tumults and commotions great , Behold then sad , from Diomed's Royal seat Embassadours answers brought ; they nothing could With so much toyl , expence , nor gifts , nor gold , No suit avail'd , they must seek elsewhere aide , Or with the Trojans must a Peace be made . Latinus faints under a load of care ; Heaven anger , and their slaughter'd friends declare , Aeneas came by Fates authority . Then his great councell , all prime nobles , he Summond before him at his Royall Court : And through full streets to th' Pallace they resort ; Then first his place old King Latinus took Holding his Scepter with a heavy look , And bids his Lords return'd from Diomed , say What they had brought , and his whole answer lay In order open : silence then being made , Obeying his command , thus Venulus said . My Lords , Tydides seat we saw , and past All dangers of the tedious way at last , And kist that hand the Trojans overcame . He Argyripa built , and gave a name From his own stock , now in Apulian Plains , A Conquerour he in setled peace remains . After admittance , we to audience came ; Gifts we present , our countrey tell , and name , Who rais'd this war , what businesse brought us there ; He full of honour did himself declare . Blest Nation of the old Ausonian race , Of Saturns realm , what chance disturbs your peace ? And to a war so dangerous doth perswade ? Whoe're did sacred Trojan fields invade ( Those I le omit , who under her high wall Perish'd by war , or Simois drown'd ) we all Scatter'd throughout the world , had punishment : Such as would make Priam , himself relent . Euboick rocks , and Pallas cruel star , And vengefull Caphareus witnesse are , We from that war were driven from coast to coast ; Menelaus was t' Hercules pillars tost : And Ithacus , Aetnean Cyclops view'd . Why should I mention Pyrrhus realms subdu'de ? Idomeneus , or his Kingdome lost ? Or Locrians dwelling on the Lybick coast ? Then the great Generall of the Graecian bands By his false wife was murdred as he lands . O're Asia now , th' Adulterer doth raign . The Gods with-stand my native soyl again , My house , and Calydon that I should see ; And still most dreadful Prodigies follow me . My friends have wings , and soar unto the sky , And chang'd to birds 'bout rivers margents flie . Oh! what sad troubles my companions found , Whose doleful notes made woods and rocks resound , Which since that time should have been fear'd by me . When I inrag'd , assail'd a Deitie , And on fair Venus hand did leave a scar ; Seek not my aid , not mine in such a war . Troy's fallen , nor more 'gainst Trojans will I fight : Nor to remember ancient woes delight . Those gifts you me present ; t' Aeneas bear ; We oft have fought , and chang'd a dangerous spear . Experience trust ; arm'd how would he advance ? With what a whirlwind would he throw his lance ? If two like him Idaean realms had bred , Priam , th' Inachian seats had conquered ; And Greece of her chang'd fortune had complain'd . Whatever us at Troys strong wals detain'd , Hector , and he , our victory with-held , Whilst ten long years their lingring periods fil'd ; Both bold , most expert both in war ; but he , Was most of all prefer'd for Piety . Make Peace then as you can , but still beware How you provoke such valiant men to war . Now best of Kings his answer you have heard , What he concerning this great war declar'd . Scarce these were said , when a great mumur rose Of votes divided : as when water flows Delay'd by rocks , and floods imprison'd rore , Whilst thundring waves sound 'gainst the neighbouring shore . When all were setled , and their noise allai'd , Having the Gods besought , Latinus said . I won d , and better we had thought of all Before , rather then now a councel call , When round about our wals the enemie lies . 'Gainst men undaunted , sprung from Deities , We have ingag'd ; whom nothing could debar : Nor being vanquish'd will desist from war . What hope you had from Diomed , lay that by : For and although but small , you must relie Upon your selves . You see how things now stand , We 're lost your strength is all in your own hand : I none accuse , what force we could , we brought ; And with the power of the whole realm 't was fought . Now in my doubtfull mind what councels are I shall unfold , and briefly will declare . I have some ancient forrest lands , which lie Nere Tyber west , bordring on Sicanie , Which the Aruncians and Rutilians plow ; Their worst is pasturage , and their best the sowe . Let all that tract , and high-hils stor'd with pine , The Trojans have , and let us leagues conjoyn , And them associates in our Kingdome call ; There let them dwell , and build their Cities wall . But if some other shore they 'd rather plant , And leave our coast , let s twenty vessels grant Built of Italian oke , or more provide , All our materials neer the rivers side . But first let our Commissioners be chose , Impowr'd with these Concessions , to ompose A setled Peace , and olive boughs to wear : And let them Presents gold and ivory bear ; The nations honour , gown and chair be sent ; Consult , and help in this great exigent . Then the same Drances vext with Turnus State , With squinting envie spur'd , and bitter hate , Rich , and most eloquent , but cold in war , Yet in debates a most grave Counsellor , And one t'apppease sedition excellent ; Who from his mother sprung of high descent ; But in obscurity his fathers name ; He rose , and with these words stirs up the flame . Renowned King , the matter now you state Is not obscure , nor needs a long debate ; For all confesse to see what woes must fall Upon this realm yet dare not speak at all . Let him free-voting grant and threats forbear , By whose contrivements , and crosse counsels are ( I le speak my mind though now he threaten death ) So many valiant Chiefs depriv'd of breath . And now th' whole City drown'd in sorrow lies , Whilst he provokes the Trojans , and then flies , Out-braving th' aire : unto those gifts , which thou Intendst upon the Trojans to allow , Present one more , this one ( Renowned Prince , ) Nor be o recome by any violence : That thou a sire , thy daughter shouldst not give A worthy son , that we in Peace might live . But if our hearts have so much fear possest , Let s sue to him , and gain by our request The King his just prerogatives , and law That we enjoy . Ah! whither wilt thou draw This wretched people to their ruining , O thou of Latiums woe the source and spring ! In war's no safety : All crave peace from thee Turnus , and th' only pledge of amitie , I , whom thou calst a foe , nor do I care , Behold ! petition first : Thy nation spare ; Worsted , give ore ; slaughter too much we' have seen , And our large country hath devasted been . But if that honour , and thy strength excite , And if the royal dowre thy soule invite , Something attempt , to meet the foe provide : Yes , Turnus so may gain the royal bride . We , poor unburied souls , multitudes lie About the field , and have no obsequie . But thou , if thou hast honour , if thou hast The prowesse which thy ancestors did boast , Behold who dares thee forth ! Vex'd with these words , a deep groan passage made From Turnus breast , and highly mov'd , he said : Drances th' hast still full regiments of words , When war craves deed ; Thou first of summon'd Lords Appear'st ; but speeches will not serve these courts : Which safe thou utterst , whilst our walls and ports Keep out the foe , nor trenches flow with blood . With flashy eloquence then thunder loud , And charge thou me of flight , when thou dost send So many Trojans to untimely end ; Grac'd with such trophies , now thy valour try , Nor far off need we seek the enemy . Behold , eachwhere about the walls they throng ! Come , charge ; why stay we thus ? Thy fluent tongue , And flying feet , in those thy martial strength Hath alwayes been Was I repuls'd , base man ? turn'd I my face ? Will any lay on me so high disgrace ? Who Tyber saw with Trojan blood to swell ; How with Evanders house his whole stock fell , When from the field disarm'd th' Arcadians ran , Pandar and Bitias found me no such man , When I shut in with hostile works and wals To hell did send so many funerals . In war no safety ! Tell the Trojan so , And thy own party : Use all cunning too Vain fears to raise , and the twice vanquish'd race , Their power extoll , but Latin arms disgrace , At Phrygian forces now Greek Princes shake ; Now Diomed and fierce Achilles quake , From th' Adriatick , Aufidus retreats , And when the timorous feins to dread our threats , On us layes scandals by pretended fear : Nor shalt thou lose that soul of thine forbear To tremble thus ) by this hand ; let it rest With thee , and dwell within that narrow breast . Now Sir to you , and your command , great Prince ; If in our arms you have no confidence ; If so we are deserted , lost , oreborn By one defeat , nor fortune will return : With unarm'd hands for peace let us intreat . But oh ! were any antient valour yet , He seems to me the happiest of all , In that last fight , and the most noble soul , Who would not live to see such things brought forth , But rather dy'd , and dying bit the earth . Yet we have wealth , and yet unbroken bands ; And we have aide through all th Ausonian lands : Nor can the Trojans blood-lesse victory boast , They have their funerals , and as many lost . Why then at first so poorly lose we ground , And tremble , ere we hear the trumpet sound ? The various work of time and many days , Often affairs from worse to better raise , Fortune reviewing those she hath cast down , Sporting restores again unto their crown . Will not Aetolians give their aid to us ? Messapus will , and rich Tolumnius And prime Commanders many more will send ; Nor small fame on Laurentian Lords attend , Camilla of the noble Volscean line , Leads troops of horse who all in armour shine . If me to fight the Trojan doth command , And I alone the common good withstand ; So far from me victory not took her flight I should refuse for such a prize to fight . I 'le meet him , had he great Achilles charms , And let him have like him Vulcanian arms . To you great King this life I Turnus now Second to none of my great fathers , vow , Aeneas cals me forth ; that he may call Is my desire nor Drances rather shall , Whether it be the wrath of deities , Appease by death or glory win the prize . Whilst these hard questions thus debared were With differing votes ; the Trojan Prince drew near , Which to the Court a speedy messenger brought , And with strange terror the whole city fraught . All are distracted , but the vulgar rage , Whom no small Provocations did ingage . Arme , arme they cry , the youth are mad for Arms , The old men silent mourn ; here , there alarms With factious tumults mix'd ascend the sky . As when by chance a flock of sea-fowl flie To lofty groves , or when loud swans do go Sounding through murmuring lakes , to pleasant Poe. On this occasion , Sirs , then Turnus sayes , Call counsels : yes , and Peace thus sitting praise Whilst they the town invade . Nor more he spoke , But streight the hall and lofty Courts forsook . Volusus draw forth now , thy Voscean force , And dear Messapus , let thy Rutile horse , Joyn'd with thy brothers , march to th' open plain . Let some make good the gates , and towrs maintain , Those in my conduct forth with me shall go . Straight to the wals the towns whole forces flow . The king his councell and designe forsook , And vex't with stirs , for better times did look , Blaming himself , that he did not declare , The Trojan Prince his son , and make his heir . Some trench the gates ; these Pallisado round ; For war , loud trumpets bloody signals sound . Women and children to the wals are sent , All must assist in this great exigent . When bearing gifts , the sad Queen with a train Of matrons went to Pallas lofty fane ; Next her the virgin fair Lavinia goes , Those eyes dejected had procur'd such woes . The matrons enter , and the quire perfume , And with sad voices from high portals come . Pallas , arm'd virgin , Patronesse of war , O break thy self the Phrygian Pirats spear . Most warlike maid , tumble him to the ground , And near our gates give him his deadly wound . Whilst Turnus for the battel arms in haste , And rough with brazen scales , straight on he brac'd Rut ilian arms , and golden cuishes tide , His head unarm'd , a sword girds to his side , Shining in gold ; then quits the lofty towres , And in his hope the enemy devoures . So when a horse flies out in broken reins , And stables left , enjoyes the open plains ; Either through meads he seeks a stud of mares , Or to accustom'd watering repairs ; Wanton , his head erected , loud he neighs , His mane upon his neck and shoulder plays . Camilla meets him with her Volscean force , And bravely in the gates leaps from her horse . Then all the squadrons imitate the maid ; And quit their steeds . Bold Turnus , then she said , If any confidence of the valiant be , To charge the foe , I dare ; and promise thee , Alone the Tyrrhen horsmen to defie : Grant that I first may charge the enemy , Let your force guard the walls . Then Turnus said , Fixing his eye upon the valiant maid , Bold Virgin , glory of Ausonia , These great obligements how shall I repay ? But now , since all the danger of the war Thy soul contemns , with me the honour share . Aenaeas ( as fame tels , and scouts inform ) Through th' plains light-horse hath sent to give th' alarm , Whilst from the rocks and mountains he comes down With the main body to assault the town . An ambush in the woods I have design'd , And in the passe , the hedges strongly lin'd : Messapus shall , and Tyburt march with thee , And to thy care shall the whole conduct be . Messapus and the other Leaders , so Encouraged , they march against the so . There is a winding vale , for feats of war And ambush fit ; the dark sides sheltred are With a thick wood , where leads a narrow path Through a strait passe , and dangerous entrance hath . Above the valley , in the mountains heights , Lay unfrequented plains , and safe retreats ; If on the right , or left thou wouldst come on , Or guard the top , and huge stones tumble down . Mean while Diana from superior seats Swift Opis cals , one of her virgin mates And sacred train ; and thus her grief declares . The maid Camilla goes to cruel wars , And with our arms she girds her self in vain ; More dear to us then any of our train ; Nor new acquaintance takes me with her love , Which doth the mind with sudden sweetnesse move . Metabus drove from 's realm by force and hate ; When he Privernus left , his antient seat , Scaping through fierce alarms of cruel war , With him the infant did companion bear ; And from her mothers name , the change but small , Casmilla , did the child Camilla call ; Her in his lap ; he seeks the highest parts Of desert woods , opprest with cruel darts Which from each side came from the Volscean ranks , When Amasenus had oreflown his banks , And with a huge showre swelling hindred him , He careful of his charge , prepar'd to swim ; Delaid with her dear love , all means revolves , And suddenly at last on this resolves . The warriour then in his strong hand did beare Of solid oke a huge and knotty speare : His daughter swadling up in cork-tree rinds , Fast to the middle of his lance he binds ; Then poising it in 's large hand , thus he praid : Great Queen of forrests , blest Latonian maid , To thee the father doth this handmaid vow , Bearing thy arms through skies ; a suppliant now To scape the foe . Goddesse , receive thy own , Which to th' inconstant winds is left alone . Thus having said , with mighty strength he flung The sounding spear , the swelling billows rung ; And poor Camilla the wing'd javelin bore Ore the swift stream safe to the other shore . But Metabus , as th' enemy drew neer , Swam ore the river , pulling with the spear The maid ‛ Diana's Votresse from the shore . Nor dwelt he in wall'd towns or cities more , Displeas'd with vulgar rage and popular strife ; But in high mountains led a shepherds life , Where in dark caves and groves the child he fed , And with the milk of wild mares fostered , Draining betwixt her prety lips the teat . When she her tender feet to ground could set , He loads her hand with a sharp spear , and tide A bow and quiver to the virgins side ; For golden hair , for a long courtly gown , A Tygers spoils hung flowing from her crown . From her soft hand now childish darts she slings , And skilful round her head whirls smooth-thong'd slings ; Kils a fair Swan , or a Strymonian Crane . Her many Tyrrhen matrons wish'd in vain For their own sons : but to Diana she For ever vow'd unstain'd virginitie , And the eternal love of arms did swear . Would she had not engag'd in such a war , Nor with the Trojans strove , who dear to me The number fils of my chast companie . But now since she draws nigh a cruel end ; Glide from high heaven , and to Ausonia bend , Where a sad fight begins , with signs of woe . Take thou this vengerul arrow and this bow : Who ever with a wound shall violate Her sacred person , give with this his fate ; Let him be Trojan , or Italian , he In blood shall be accountable to me . Her corps unspoil d , wrapt in a cloud I le bear , And with her royal ancestors interre . This said , through skies swift Opis thundred loud , Borne with a whirlwind in a dusky cloud . Mean while to th' wals drew nigh the Trojan force , Hetrurian Chiefs and all the troops of horse In order were drawn up : through all the plains Proud hories neigh , and strive with curbing reins ; Here , there they turn , dreadful are th' iron fields With spears , the champaign shines with glittering shields : Messapus , Coras , and his brother brings Swift Latines , and the maid Camilla's wings Appear against them , and far off the bands Shake their proud javelins , raising high their hands With threatning points : th' advance of men at arms And neithing steeds , make dreadful the alarms . And now march'd up in distance of their lance They make a stand ; then with a stout advance Spurring their steeds , at once from all sides powre Darts thick as hail , heaven darkned with the showre . And now Tyrrhenus and Aconteus first , Each other charg'd , and their huge javelins burst With a loud crack ; full breast to breast they met ; As lightning bold Aconteus fell from 's seat , Or stone which from some thundring engine flies , And leaves his life behind him in the skies . The bands are broke , and flying Latins cast Their shields behind them , and to th' City hast . Trojans pursue , Asylas follows hot , And now draw nigh the gates , the Latins shout , And turn their ready horse : then through the Plains The Trojans flie and slack their curbing reins . As when the sea mov'd with alternate tydes , Hasts to the shore ; o're rocks now proudly rides A foming wave , a swelling billow beats 'Gainst highest bancks , then swift again retreats , Loose stones with him in much disorder sweeps , And shores forsaking , sinks into the deeps . Twice Tuscans drive the Rutiles from the fields , And twice they save their flying backs with shields . But the third time they charg'd with all their might , Break through and through , and man to man they fight . Then dying grones , then in a crimson sea , Helms , Shields , and slaughter'd men commixed be , And over all were half dead horses rowl'd : And a most cruell fight you might behold . Orsylocus cast at Remulus horse a spear , ( Who durst not meet ) and fix'd beneath his ear . The horse then rag'd , vex't with the grievous wound , And rising , cast his rider to the ground . Great sould Iola , Catillus orethrew , And huge in arms and size , Herminius slew . His head and shoulders naked , golden hair He wore for arms , nor so did danger fear : Through his broad shoulders the swift javelin flew , And in his body did it self imbrue . The fields wax red : such funerals they bequeath , Seeking by wounds an honourable death : But midst these slaughters th' Amazon delights Quiver'd Camilla , one breast sear'd for fights . Now thick she javelins casts ; and now she takes In her strong hand a mighty battel axe . Her golden bow Dianas armes resound , Hanging behind ; if flying she gave ground At any time ; as much she gal'd the foe , With deadly shafts from her reversed bow . Larina , Tulla , and Tarpeia , were Her chosen guard , who brazen axes bear , Italian maids ; the bold Camilla these Chose to attend on her , in war or peace . So arm'd , the Thracian Amazons come on Warring about the streams of Thermidon ; Such guard Hyppolyte , or with martial pride About Penthisilea's chariot ride ; Then female shouts resound through all the fields , And virgin troups triumph with crescent shields . Whom first or last didst thou orethrow bold maid ? How many in the earth by thee lay dead ? Eumenius , Clytius off-spring first she slew , And his bare bosome with a spear thrust through ; Casting a stream of blood , the purple ground Dying he bites , and turns upon his wound , Then Lyris , Pegasus one , his horse being slain ; As stooping down to recollect his reine ; Th' other , whilst he stretch'd his hand to aid , Tumbles with him , slain by the valiant maid . Amastrus next , was by her lance orethrown , Tereas , Harpalicus , Chromis , Demophon . As many javelins as the Virgin threw , So many valiant Phrygians she slew . Ornitus in strange arms far of she spide , The hunter rode on an Apulian Steed , O're his huge shoulders a bull-hide was cast , And gaping with huge jaws upon his crest With silver teeth , a Wolfs head he did bear , His hand was arm'd with a rough knotty spear . Amidst the battell he a squadron lead , And wheeling taller shews by all the head . Him ( and 't was easie whilst he turn d ) she laid Dead on the ground , and like a foe thus said . Thought'st thou in woods wild beasts thou didst pursue ? The time draws nigh when female arms shall you Better inform : and this great honour bear Thy Fathers ghost , thov felst , b' a Virgins speare . Orsilochus and Butes men of might , Next fell by her ; strong Butes she did smite Betwixt his Cask and Maile through the neck bone , Whilst his left hand hung with his larget downe . Orsilochus did with a large turne delude , Then wheeling the persewer she priued , Raising her selfe high with her mighty Ax , His Cask and Scull whilst he for quarter speaks , She cleaves at once his braines on 's face did run . Struck at this sight was Aunus valiant son , In Aponine bred who whilst the fates gave leave , Was not the worst Lygnrian to deceive ; He , when to shun the fight no way was seen Not knowing how t' escape the following Queen , Tride what his art could do , and thus began . What ●ame is 't that a woman charge a man , And worst him better mounted ? darst thou fight With me on foot ? if so , then quickly light , And know to whom vain glory grants the fame . Straight the bold maid whom anger did inflame , Gives to the next her horse , and in the field , Stands with a naked sword and silver shield . But the young man thinking his Plot had took , Swift as the winds the place and her forsook . And his reins turning , his swift courser rides , Dying his rowels in his bloody sides . Then spoke the Queen , puft up with pride in vain , Conceiv'st thou thus to 'scape from me again ? Tricks shall not thee to thy false father bear ; This said , on foot she cuts the yielding aire , Out-strips his horse , and straight his reins did seise , Then with his blood her anger did appease ; As easie from a rock a Falcon flies , After a dove , soaring in lofty skies , And trussing up , doth in his pounces bear , Then blood and plumes fall scatter'd through the air . Whilst the great sire of men and deities Regardlesse view'd not this from starry skies , But stirs up Tyrrhen , Tarchon to ingage In cruell fight , and urg'd with no small rage , 'Mongst slaughter he , and slaughtring squadrons rides , And by their names , his souldiers cheers and chides ; And those which shrunck , to turn again commands . And said , whence is this fear , base Tyrrhen bands ? What breeds this terror ? shall a woman beat Our stragling troups , and our whole power defeat ? For what these arms ? why march you with vain spears ? You 'r bold at Venus , and nocturnall wars , Or when for Bacchus sports , loud cornets sound , Or boards with banquets , and full goblins crown'd . Th'is all your care , and when the Priest approves Entrals and offrings call to sacred groves . This said , amongst the thick'st he spurs his horse ; And from his Steed puls Venulus by force , And desperate raging , grasping of the foe Carries away , laid on his Saddle bow Showts heaven ascend the fact the Latins view , But through the plaines the fiery Tarchon flew , Bearing both armes , and man , his javelins point Breaks of then in his armes he seeks a joynt , To give the deadly wound ; he strong , his hands Keeps from his throat , and strength with strength withstands . So with a Serpent a swift eagle flies , Wreathd in her feet , and tallons through the skies , The wounded Snake winding himself defends , Brisling his scales a hssing tongue extends , She with her beake and pounces tears , and eats , And the soft Ayre with spreading pinions beats : Triumphing so bold Tarchon did convey , From the Tyburtine troupes the wofull prey , Their chiefs example and successe inlarg'd , The ●useane courage that againe they charg'd , When subtil Arun's one condemnd by fate Did with much cunning on Camilla waight : And to dispatch her , safest meanes he tride Where ere the Virgin through the troupes did ride , Thether by stealth his speedie course he makes , Now this way he attempts now that way takes ; And round about her ●archeth every where , Then cruell shakes at her his deadly Speare . Chloreus Cybeles priest did then by chance , Shining far of in Phrygian armes advance , And rid a ●oming Steed , whom skins infold Plume wise commixd , with orazen Scales and gold , In Tyrian purple oravely he did shew , And Cretan shafts sent from a Lycian bow , Which golden hung at 's back ; golden his crest , His swolne traine rustled , and his Scarlet Vest With burnish'd gold drawn in a knot he ties : His Coate was wrought , rich cuishes on his thighes , The Queen that she the Temple might adorne With Trojan Armes , or would her selfe have worne The golden spoyle , this man of all the foes She singles out , t' incounter him she goes , And carelesse through whole squadrons made her way , Inflam'd with female love , spoyle , and prey . Taking th occasion Arune threw his speare , And to the powers above thus made his Prayer . Phaebus who swayst Soracte , best of Gods , Whom first we'adore : to whom we burn whole loads Of scorching pines , and then passe through the fire With much devotion : grant almighty Sire , That our Armes may abolish this disgrace ; Nor I desire the Virgins spoyles to place A Trophy , nor at any prey I ayme ; My other actions shall preserve my name , That I may give this Plague her deadly wound , Then pleas'd I will return home unrenown'd . Apollo heard , and partly grants his prayer , The other part flyes with the fleeting ayre , He grants by him Camilla should be slaine But not to see his native Land againe , That the swift winds did carry from his eare ; Then through the clowds resounds the flying speare , The squadrons look about , and all begin To cast their eyes upon the Volscean Queene ; But she did nothing the great sound regard , Nor coming through the skie the Lance she heard , Till in her naked breast the Javlin stood , And thirstie takes a draught of virgins blood . Trembling with feare her Ladies all rush in To keepe supported up the falling Queene . But Aruns frighted , did not now forbeare Basely to fly , his joy commixd with feare , Nor longer now would trust unto his Lance , Nor durst against the Virgins speare advance . And as a Woolf , when he some shepheard kils , Or mighty steere , flyes to the lofty hils Before that hostile weapons him distresse , And conscious of so bold a wickednesse , Cowring , betwixt his legs his tayle he casts , And struck with terrour to the Forrest hasts . So from their eyes affrighted Aruns bends , Hasting his flight and mingles with his friends . To pull the savlin out she dying tryde , But fast the steele sticks in her wounded side . Pale , she sincks down and cold death seales her eyes , And from her cheeks her rosie colour flies , Breathing her last : to Acca then she spake , One most she love'd who alwayes did partake Her cares , and councels , the most trustie maid Attended her ; and thus she groaning , said . Sister , I once had strength , but now I fall , By a sad wound , and darknesse covers all ; To Turnus hast and these my last words tell , That he fall on , the Trojans to repell , Adieu . This said , no more her reines she guides , And though unwilling , to the ground she slides ; Then by degrees benum'd with cold she dies , Her yeelding neck now bends , her head now lies Prisoner to death , leaving her arms diseas'd , And life to shades flies with a groane displeas'd . The golden stars then mighty clammors smite , Camilla slaine , afresh begins the fight , And a hot charge with all the Trojan force , The Tyrrhen Captains , and th' Arcadian horse , But Opis sent by Trivia , undismaid , Plac'd on a rising hill the fight survaid , 'Mongst cries of raging youth as far of she Camilla punish'd by sad death did see ; She sigh'd and weeping said ; ah Virgin such A punishment for thee , was too too much . Because thou Trojans boldly hast assaild ; Nor hath Diana's service thee avail'd , Or quiver at thy shoulders to have borne : Nor will thy Queene forsake thee this a scorne In death , nor shalt thou without honour die , Nor unreveng'd , through earth thy fame shall flye , For who slew thee redeserv'd death shall come . Under the hill did stand a mighty Tombe , For th' ancient Latine King Dercennus made , Which high with earth an aged ●●ke did shade ; Hither the beauteous Goddesse swiftly flies ; And Aruns from the Sepulchre espies . As him in bright armes swoln with pride she saw , Why said she dost thou shun us ? hither draw , Come , and Camilla's Legacie receive : Diana's shafts shall thee of life bereave ; The Thracian from her golden quiver drew An Arrow , and inraged bends her bow , And so much strength to draw the tree she set , Untill the crooked ends together met . To th iron head her left hand she did bring , Her right unto her bosome brought the string ; Aruns at once did heare the aire resound , And in his breast the feather'd weapon round . He , now expiring , as he groaning sends His last breath forth , neglected by his friends In dust of forraign fields forsaken lies ; And winged Opis mounts unto the skies . Their Lady slain , Camilla's troops first fled , Rutilians next , Atinas followed ; The officers desert their souldiers , all Now fly , and swift ran to the cities wall . Nor any could the Trojan charge withstand , By arms or strength death bearing in their hand . Their bowes unbent hung at their weary backs , And iron-hoof'd steeds the ground beneath them shakes . Then black and troubled clouds of dust appear , Darkning the sun , and to the walls drew near . Beating their breasts , the matrons female cries Send from the towres , and clamours raise to skies ; Who first through open gates did entrance make , In , the foes troup with them commixed , brake : Nor could the wretches woful death avoid , But are at home just at their dores destroid , And under their own battlements their fates Receive by steel ; when others shut the gates , And durst not open to receive within Their calling friends : sad slaughters now begin Of those the passe kept , and maintain'd the fight . Some shut out , in their weeping parents sight , Into the trench are tumbled headlong down ; Others with loose reins desperately ride on , And tilt against the gates and massie bars . The matrons , in such danger of the wars , Mov'd with Camilla , and their countries love , Logs , blocks and stones do tumble from above , And these in stead of better weapons use , To save their country death they not refuse . Turnus mean while sad news heard in the groves , And him with mighty sorrow Acca moves . Volsceans were scattered , and Camilla slain , Favour'd by Mars , they did the battell gain , Who now pursue and drove them to the gates ; For so had Jove decreed and cruell fates . He from the hils then rose , with fury struck , And the rough groves , and dangerous passe forsook . Scarce out of sight into the Plains he drew , But Prince Aeneas marching he might view Down to the open Champaign , and at last The danger of the hill and forrest past . So both now march'd unto the Royal seat , Nor was the distance 'twixt the armies great . At once from far Aeneas view'd the lands Smoking with dust , and the Laurentian bands ; And Turnus fierce in arms , Aeneas saw , Heard his horse neigh , and squadrons neerer draw . Straight they in fight had joyn'd , and battell gave , Had not bright Phoebus in the Western wave Wash'd his tir'd Steeds , night vanquishing the day ; Intrench'd before the town both Armies lay .

THE TWELFTH BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS . THE ARGUMENT . Turnus resolv'd by fight to end the wars , Straight challengeth Aeneas ; he prepares To meet . The Tim● and Place appointed , both To observe articles , take a solemn Oath . Iuturna sent th' agreement to disturbe . Nor could the Trojan Prince his Army curbe . Aeneas hurt : Turnus incourag'd , then Enters the fight , and slaughters many men . Venus her off-spring cures . Inrag'd he goes To seek bold Turnus , amongst thickest foes ; But missing him , attempts the Town to gain ; Amata's wofull death and Turnus stain . WHen Turnus saw the valiant Latins tir'd With bad successe , his promise now requir'd , Himself now look'd upon he rages more , And courage takes . As on the Lybian shore , A wounded Lyon by the Hunters chac'd , Bold makes a stand , and chargeth them at last . Breaking the spear , he shakes his curled main , And roaring , doth with bloody mouth complain . Such rage as this inflames bold Turnus breast , Who thus to th' King his troubled mind exprest . There shall be no delay in Turnus sword ; Will the perfidions Trojans keep their word , And stand to their ingagement ? I will fight ; Perform great King for leagues the sacred rite . Either this Asian fugitive by me Shall perish , ( let the Latins sit and see ) And I this common mischief shall destroy , Or he victorious over me , injoy The fair Lavinia for his Royall bride . To whom the King undiscompos'd repli'de . Most valiant Prince ; the more thy vertues be , So much more carefull it behoveth me Councel to take , and weigh each chance with care . Thine Daunus realms , and many cities are By wars successe and thy great valour thine ; By wealth and power I have enough for mine . In Latium other Virgins may be found , Who for their high extraction are renown'd . Let me unfold these sayings which are hard , Without formalities , and my words regard ; That I to no Italian Prince should wed My daughter , men and gods all prophes'ed . Took with thy love , with thy alliance took , And with my sad wives tears , all bonds I broke , The promis'd bride detain'd , took impious arms ; Since you have seen what miseries , wars , what harms Insu'd , and thy own danger ; we orethrown In two great battels , scarce defend the town ; And swolne with Latin blood , yet Tyber boyls , Our bones make white the fields in mighty piles . How is our mind with various counsels tost ? What weaknesse changeth it ? were Turnus lost , I should make peace ; why rather then all strife Remove not I , and yet preserve thy life ? What will thy own Rutilians think ? what may The other Princes of Ausonia say ? If ( heaven forbid it ) I should ruine thee , Seeking our daughter and affinitie , View wars events , and thy old father spare , Who now at home for thee lies plung'd in care . But words could nothing Turnus wrath asswage , The medicine makes him worse , and more to rage , Soon as he could , thus he began to say . What care you take for me , great Prince ; I pray For me lay by : sire is sold cheap for fame , Nor we dear father feeble javelins aim And from those wounds I deal blood will appear . Nor shall his goddesse mother then be near , Him flying with a femall cloud to save . Nor with vain shadows shall our eyes deceive . But the Queen weeping , with wars chance dismai'd , Orewhelmed with grief , thus did her son disswade , Dear Turnus by these tears , if any love Of sad Amata thy kind bosome move , ( Thou my sole comfort , and my ages prop , Who art our glory , and our Kingdoms hope , On whom our falling house doth only rest ) O challenge not the Dardan I request . Whatever chance attends thee in that fight , I must bear part , and shall this hated light Forsake at once , nor captive will I see That fugitive my son in law to be . Lavinia heard her mothers speech ; whilst tears Drown'd her fair cheeks , on which a blush appears Like new born flame , and o're clear beauty flowes ; So Indian-ivory stain'd with crimson shews , Or lilies amongst Province-roses plac'd : So sweet a colour the bright virgin grac'd , When mov'd with love Turnus beheld the maid , And more incens'd , thus to Amata said . My dearest mother , follow not with tears So sad an omen , him , who now prepares For strife of cruell Mars : the fatall houre Of death to stay is not in Turnus power . Idmon our Herald , go , this message bear Not pleasing to the Phrygian Princes care . Soon as the blushing chariot of the morn , With roses shall days infant brows adorn , Let him not draw his Trojans to the field , Let both the armies to cessation yield . With our own blood this war we shall decide , There let him strive to gain the royall bride . This said , he went to see his horse ; their plight , And fiery mettall gave him much delight , Which , Orythia gave Pilumus , who exceed The snow in whitenesse , and the wind in speed , The grooms attend ; they clap their necks , and rein Their well born heads and combe the flowing main . Next on he tride a sute of armour , which Was bright with gold , with Orycalcus rich : Then puts his sword on , and his target brac'd , And fits his crest with bloody feathers grac'd . Vulcan the sword for 's father Daunus made , And hot in Stygian waters cool'd the blade . Then to a stately hall he did advance , Where 'gainst a pillar stood a mighty lance , Aruncian Actors spoyle : this down he took , And speaking thus , with mighty violence shook . O never failing when I made my prayer , The time draws nigh , thou once wert Actors spear , And now art mine : O grant I may orethrow Th' effeminate Phrygian , and this hand the foe Dispoyl of armes with dust his tresses soyl Cnrl'd with hot irons , and moist with myrrhe and oyl . Thus mov'd with rage , through all his face did rise Sparkles of flame , fire shines in his bright eyes . As when a bull roars dreadful'y for fight , And doth his fury with his hornes excite ; Charging a tree , out-braves the winde with blows , And sand praeludium to the combate strows . Then rag'd Aeneas in Vulcanian arms , And whets his wrath , preparing for alarms , Glad thus to end the war ; his son and friends To comfort them , he shews what fate intends . Then he commands some to the King should bear Th' accepted challenge , and should peace declare . Scarce had the morning crown'd with golden rayes The hils , when Phoebus steeds forsook the seas , And from their fiery nostrils blew the light : When neer the city wall , lists for the fight , Trojans and Rutiles measuring did prepare . Hearths in the midst , and flowry altars were To common gods . Some water , fire , defign'd , With linnen vail'd , Vervaine their brows did bind . Ausonian squadrons , and the piled troop , March from the town , and Trojans all drew up , And Tyrrhen squadrons hast with various arms , Standing imbattel'd , ready for alarms . Amidst the chiefs in scarlet shine and gold , Assaracus off-spring , Mnestheus , and the bold ; Asylas , with Messapus next took place ; Messapus bravely mounted Neptunes race , The signals heard ; all cleer th' appointed fields , On earth they fix their spears , and rest their shields . Feeble old men , and fearful women haste With the unarmed vulgar , where , well plac'd The fight they might behold ; on towres some get , Or houses tops , on battlements these sit . But Juno looking from a hill , whose name Is Alban now , ( then without stile or fame ) Did the whole army of the Latines view , The Trojans , and the royal city too . When thus the goddesse to a goddesse said , Who Turnus sister was , whom floods obey'd ; Which gift Jove gave , king of the starry sky , In recompence of her virginity . Nymph , glory of the floods whom most I love Of all those Latine dames aspir'd to Jove 's Ungrateful bed , and plac'd in heaven with me . Lest us thou blame , thy sad condition see . Whilst fortune pleas'd , and fate to Latium gave Successe , I Turnus and thy walls did save . Now cruel fates attend the youth , and I Behold his day , and woful chance draw nigh ; Nor I this peace , nor combatants will view : If ought thou dar'st , now for a brother do ; Perhaps some better fortune may arise . Scarce said , when tears poure from Juturna's eyes , Beating her snowy breast . Then Juno said , This is no time to weep ; thy brother aid , And save , if now thou canst ; raise war again , And break the peace I 'le the bold act maintain . Advising thus , she left her much distrest , And deep the wounding sorrow pierc'd her breast . Mean while both Kings draw forth in solemn state , Latinus in a gallant chariot sate , Twelve golden rayes impail'd his shining browes , Declaring Sol his grandsire ; Turnus goes With white steeds drawn , and shakes two mighty spears , Aeneas , Romes original , appears Bright in celestial arms : with him did come Ascanius the next great hope of Rome The priest in white did fleecie sheep designe , And the fat ofspring of the brisled swine , And cattel to the flaming altars brought : They to the rising sun , their hands well fraught With salt fruit , turn their eyes ; beasts for divine Uses they take , and on their foreheads signe ; And with full bowls and offerings th' altars lade , Then with a drawn sword Prince Aeneas prayd . Witnesse O sun , this Farth confirm the same , For which I through so many troubles came . Great Jove , and Juno , who will now declare For us I crave ; and thou great God of war Who still in dreadful battels governst all . The sacred springs and fountains , you I call , And mighty powers which in high heaven reside , And gods which on the azure billows glide ; If Turnus fortune shall the victory get , We shall return to King Evanders seat , Nor my Ascanius , nor the Trojan bands Bear arms against you , nor invade these lands . But if my valour to me conquest give . ( Which may the Gods connrm , and I believe ! ) Latines shall not the Trojan power obey , I seek not rule , together they shall sway With equal lawe , and leagues eternal make ; I 'le joyn our gods , and let Latinus take The power himself : for me the Trojans shall A city build , which I le Lavinium call . Aeneas said , then thus Latinus prayes , And looking up , to heaven his hands did raise ; By the same earth , and sea , and stars I vow , The sun , and moon , and Janus double brow , And deepest gates of hell : Great Jove , hear these , Who with thy thunder dost establish peace . Altars and fires I touch , and powers invoke , Never by us shall this our league be broke ; Whatever chance do fall , no day shall tell That I was drawn to break one article . First shall the earth be with a deluge drown'd , Or heaven shall sink into the Strgian sound : And as this scepter ( he a scepter bore ) Never shall sprout with verdant branches more ; Which long cut down , no sap from earth recei es , And hath to th' axe bequeath'd both boughs and leaves : Which once a tree , now gold and art adorn , And is by princes of the Latines born . Thus they confirm the leagues in open view Of all the chiefs , and sacred cattel slew . Then from the beasts alive hot entrails pull , And load the altars with huge chargers full . But to the Rutiles now the fight appears Unequal , who are mov'd with various fears ; And more when they him not so cheerfull saw , With heavy pace neer to the altar draw , And cast down looks , who whilst heavens aid he seeks Had lost the manly colour in his cheeks . This observation as Juturna viewd To spread , and seise the giddy multitude , Camerta's form she takes , whose grandsire won And rathers valour , honour for the son ; And he himself most valiant ; in she goes Amidst the bands , and thus strange rumour sowes . For all these forces , is it not a shame One man t' expose ? what , have we not the same Number and strength ? Behold , before us stand Trojans , Arcadians , and the fatal band Those fierce Hetrurians , who hate Turnus so : We 're two for one , if we should charge the foe . He rais'd by fame , shall with the gods survive T' whom he 's devoted , and for ever live . Our countrey lost , we must proud lords obey , Who now sit still , and help to him deny . Thus being incens'd , the murmur louder grew , And more and more now through the army flew . Latines , Laurentians , who did late suppose An end of war , and rest from former woes , Are all for arms , the peace they much detest , And Turnus fortune doth their minds molest . To these another did Juturna joyn , Which mov'd far more ; from heaven she gave a signe , Then which could nothing more their souls inrage , Or sooner make th' Italians to ingage . For Joves fair bird , cutting the arched skies , As at a loud-wing'd troop of fowl he flies ; Then stooping down , he from the water bears A silver swan , trust in his hooked fears . Th' Italians , courage raise ; for the whole flight With loud cries face about , ( a wondrous sight ) They cloud the heaven with wings , and through the sky In a full body charge the enemy ; Vanquish'd by force , tyr'd with his load , he threw His prey i' th' stream , and to the clouds withdrew . The omen then , Rutilians did salute , And arms prepared with a mighty shout . And first the Augur bold Tolumnius said , For this with vowes so often I have praid . You gods , I take your signe ; and led by me Now draw your swords out , valiant Rutilie . Those whom this stranger did with war infest , ( As harmlesse fowl ) and hath their realms opprest , Shall drive him hence , and force him to the main , Then with one mind array your selves again , And save your King in danger to be lost . This said , his spear against the foe he cast , The well-aim'd javelin sounding cuts the skies ; At once , huge shouts , at once the squadrons rise , Desire of tumult now inflames their blood . But the sent spear , where nine bold brethren stood , Which by a Tyrrhen dame true to his bed Were to Gilipus an Arcadian bred , One in the midst where his rich belt did sit , Close to his side just where the button knit . As the brave youth in shining arms did stand , Went through his ribs , and stretch'd him on the sand , But the bold brothers in a body make , And stir'd with rage , some draw their swords , some take Their spears in haste , and mad , advance ; a band Of Laurentines draw forth these to withstand . Trojans , Arcadians , Agelinians move , To try it out with steel they all approve . Altars are spoil'd , and storms of javelins poure , And from the sky descends an iron shoure . They seize the cups and hearths ; Latinus flies , The peace being broke with injur'd deities . Some mount their horses , others straight prepare Their chariors , and with dtawn swords ready are . Messapus at this peace much discontent , Did charge a King in royal ornament , Tyrrhen Aulestes : who , as he withdrew Backward , himself on th' alter overthrew , On 's head and shoulder pitch'd ; but with his lance Messapus fiercely did to him advance ; And whilst he quarter cry'd , with his huge speare Slew as he sate above ; then said , Lie there , To the great gods a better sacrifice , Th' Italians rush , and spoile him ere he dies . Chorineus from the altar snatcht a brand , With which , Ebusus charging boldly , gain'd A blow on 's face , that set his beard on fire , Which burning smelt : he , as he did retire , With his left hand persuing of his blow , Did seize the hair of his amazed foe ; And wrastling with him , brought him to the ground , Then with his stiffe sword gave the deadly wound . Podalirius , the shepherd Alsus slew , As 'fore the squadrons and first ranks he flew , And following with a drawn sword , overtakes ; But his deaths wound bequeath'd him with an axe , The mighty blow clove to the chin his head , And all his arms with blood besprinkeled : A hard and iron sleep closeth his sight , And seal'd his eyes up in eternal night . But prince Aeneas naked hands extends , His head yet bare , and calls aloud his friends ; Where rush you thus ? what sudden rage is this ? O stay your wrath ! the peace concluded is , All are agreed ; t is I must end this war : Let me then fight and lay aside your fear ; A lasting peace I with this hand shall bind , These offerings me , and Turnus have design'd . Whilst these he said , behold with mighty sound A winged arrow gave the King a wound . By what hand shot , or whirlwind sent , unknown , What god or chance did Rutils so renown . But Turnus , when he saw Aeneas turn , His Captains troubled , straight with hope did burn ; Calls for his steeds , then arms , and from the plains Leaps in his chariot , and strait takes his reins , And many valiant souldier overthrowes , And ore them dying with his horses goes ; Or with his chariot wheels whole squadrons tears , And at them flying casts their taken spears . So near cold Hebrus bloody Mars proceeds , Whilst his shield rattles , to his fiery steeds Giving the reins , then winds they fly more fleet , And farthest Thrace grones with their thundering feet : With him pale fear , and cruel anger rode , And treachery accompanies the god . Fierce Turnus so , his horse drives through the plain , Smoking with sweat , insulting ore the slain : From their swift heels a sanguine dew he spreads , And sand with streams of blood commixed , treads ; And now he Sthenelus , Thamaris , Polus slew ; These hand to hand , him afar off orethrew . Glaucus and Lades , both in Lycia born , Whom Imbrasus their father did adorn With arms of equal proof , either to fight , Or mounted , to outstrip the winds in flight . In th' other wing , Eumedes fierce came on With new supplies , old Dolons warlike son ; His grandsires name , and fathers strength he had , Who in times past , when he a spy was made To view the Grecian camp ; bold , for his hire Achilles horse and chariot did require . For this , Tydides gave him other pay , Nor bore he ere Pelides steeds a way . As afar off bold Turnus him did view Through th' ample sky , at him his javelin threw ; Then stops his horse , and from his chariot leaps , Whom falling down half dead on 's neck he steps , Puls his sword from him , and the shining blade He colour'd in his throat , and thus he said . Trojan behold that land rhou striv'st to gain ; And stretch'd out thus , measure th' Hesperian plain . To those dare fight with us , we alwayes yield Rewards like these ; and thus they cities build . Next Butes with his spear He overthrew , Bold Cloris , Sabiris , and Dares slew , Thersilocus , Thymetes next did speed , As he was tumbling from his warlike steed . And as Edonian Boreas , when aloud He thunders raging on th' Aegean flood , To shore the bïllows follow ; through the sky , Which way winds blow , the fleeting clouds do fly . So Turnus , wheresoere he way doth make , The troops give place , the bands to flight betake ; He with 's own force on like a whirlwind comes , The wanton winds shaking his waving plumes . Phegeus withstands him ; though his fury burns , He stops his chariot , and his horses turns ; Their foamie mouths he checkt , and whilst he hung Drawn by their mains , at him his spear he flung ; Which pierc'd quite through his double mail , and found Passage to rase his body with a wound : But he defended with his target , made Still at the foe , and from his sword craves aid ; When hurried with the wheel , and flying axe , He was at last orethrown , whom Turnus takes Betwixt his helm and gorge , and smote off 's head , And left upon the sand his body dead . Whi●st conquering Turnus made such slaughters thus ; Mnestheus , Achates , sad Ascanius , Aeneas bleeding to the camp attend : Each other step on a long spear he lean'd ; To draw the broken arrow he assayes , Strugling with pain , and tries the easiest wayes ; They lance the wound , and where it lay conceal'd Cut deep ; that they again might take the field . Japix , whom Phoebus lov'd most was there , Who once to him did such affection bear , That his own arts on him he did bestow , The spirit of Prophesie , with his harp and bow . That he might long deferre the fatall houre Of his old father , he the use and power Of Simples learn't , and to himself imparts , By study knowledge of despised arts . Aeneas chafing lean'd upon a spear , With sad Julus , and great concourse there , Nor is he mov'd nor troubled at their tears . Then old Japix many things prepares , His vest girt back in the Paeonian guise , And Phoebus powerfull herbs in vain applies , Vainly he labours to draw forth the steel , Tries with his Probe , and doth with pincers feel ; No way will hit , no aid Apollo yields . Now horrour , more and more rag'd in the fields , Danger draws neer , dust hides the heaven from view ; Horse charge , and 'midst the camp thick javelins flew ; A wofull noise did now ascend the sky , Of valiant youth , who in fierce battell die . Here Venus troubled at her sons deep wound , Brought Dittanie , in Craetan Ida found , The stalk hath sprowting leaves , and on the crown A purple slower , not to wild goats unknown , When their rough backs the winged shaft hath gal'd : This Venus brought , in clouds her beauty vail'd ; To this she did fresh streams in gold infuse , In secret , and with sweet Ambrosian dewes , She odoriferous Panax did compound , With which th' old man not knowing , bath'd the wound . Then from his body , straight all anguish fled , And now the wound no more , though mighty , bled , The steel now uncompel'd follows the hand , And strength returns unto its old command . Bring armes , why stay you ? first lapix cries : Inflaming courage 'gainst the enemies , This is no work of man nor did this art , My master Phoebus unto me impart , Nor have I drawn the steel , which deep did lurk , A greater God sends thee to greater work . Then for the fight Aeneas earnest , ties His golden cuishes to his manly thighs , Hating delays , brandish'd his spear ; this done Buckles his shield , and claps his corslet on , And then his son imbracing , thus arrai'd , He through his beaver , sweetly kissing said ; Valour , true honour , learn ( my boy ) from me , Fortune from others ; this right hand shall be In war thy shield , and shall with realms endow ; To riper years attain'd , remember thou Thy friends example ; let thy fathers fame , And uncle Hector , to brave acts inflame . Thus having said , through open ports he makes , And mighty he a mighty javelin shakes . Anteus and Mnestheus straight a body make , And all the bands draw forth , the campe forsake , Then mighty clouds of dust obscure the field , And thundring feet makes the shook earth to yield . Turnus beheld them , as the troups did draw Forth from the works , and th' Ausonians saw , Straight through their bodies runs cold trembling fear , But before all his sister first did hear , She knew the sound , and frighted fled amain . He hasts , leading his black band through the plain . As when a mighty storme flies to the shore , Through the deep sea , suspected long before By skilfull swains , who fear it will annoy , Their plants their standing corn and all destroy , The wind as Herbingers bring th' sound to land , So charg'd Aeneas with his Trojan band . And close together they in bodies drew . Tymbraeus , stout Osiris overthrew , Mnestheus , Archetius , and Achates sped Bold Epulon , Gyas left Vfens dead : Tosumnius the Augurer , he slew , Who 'gainst the Trojans first his javelin threw ; Clamour scales heaven , now Rutilians yield And swift turn dusty shoulders through the field . Aeneas scorns to fight with any here , Who charge on foot , or horse , or cast a spear ; He Turnus seeks alone through dusty mists , And only him demands unto the lists . Juturna that Virago struck with fear , Tumbles Metiscus , Turnus chariotteer Out of his seat , and snatch'd from him the reins , And leaves forsaken , falne upon the Plains . Acting his part , she gu●●●s the foaming bits , In voyce , arms , shape , like to Metusius sits . As when a swallow flies through spatious Courts Of some rich lord , and in vast hals resorts , Food seeking for her young , portches she rounds , And now about the chrystall fountains sounds . Thus mounted through the foe Iuturna makes , And with her thundring wheels all overtakes : Then here her brother , and now there she shews , Nor lets him fight , but far from thence she goes . Aeneas so , turns here , now there he flies , And Turnus trac'd through scatter'd enemies ; Calling as oft as him he had in sight : And spurs adds to his winged horses slight . As oft Juturna thence her chariot guides ; What shall she do , tost with such various tides ? Aeneas as he many plots prepares , At him Messapus ( for he had two spears ) Cast one of them , and sent with mighty force . Aeneas guards himself , and stops his course , Bending his knee ; through 's crest the javelin comes , And from his cask , quite sweeps away his plumes . Then for the treachery , his rage grew hot ; When he perceiv'd his flying chariot , Jove , and the altars he to witnesse cals , Of broken leagues , then on the slaughter fals , No difference makes , with all he doth ingage , And gives full reins to his late curbed rage . What God can tell those slaughters ? who in verse The funerals of the captains can rehearse , Which fell by Turnus on th' Ausonian Plain , Or count those numbers by Aeneas slain ? Could Iove be pleas'd to see such wars as these 'Twixt nations that must joyne in lasting peace ! Aeneas Sacro slew , ( this fight first staid The flying Trojans , ) nor he long delaid : Through 's breast , where fate did easiest way afford , Mongst his short ribs he sheaths his naked sword . Turnus , Amicus , falne from 's Courser , met On foot , on 's brother next Diores set ; To this advancing , death he did afford With his long spear , that slaughters with his sword ; Their heads cut off , he to his chariot bore , And hung them up , bloody with purple gore . He ●alo , Tanais and Cethegus slew , Three at one charge , and sterne Onytes too Of th' Echion name , whom dame Peridia bore , Brother from Lycia sent , and Phoebus shore ; And young Menaetes who in vain denide To go to wars : neer fishy Lernas side He had his craft , and house , wealth was unknown , Whose father ●il'd a countrey not his own . As fires are kindled in contrary ways , Amongst dry woods , and sprigs of crackling bays , Or when with rapid course from mountains steep Sound foamy streams , and hurry to the deep , And both alike make devastations large . So stout Aeneas and bold Turnus charge ; Their rage now boyls , and breasts unconquer'd bleed ; With their whole strength , to slaughter they proceed . Muranus here , ( boasting the antient name Of Grandsires who from Latine Princes came ; ) He with a stone orethrew , and on the Plains Measur'd his length : whom falne , and lost his reins , The wheels ran ore : thick blows swift heels afford , Of horses now unmindfull of their lord . Turnus meets Ilus mainly raging now , And casts his javelin at his golden brow : Quite through the helme it fixed in his brain . Nor could thy valour thee protection gain , Bold Graecian Creteus , from fierce Turnus ods ; Nor from Aeneas charge , could his own Gods Cupentus save : his breast to th sword must yield , Nor to the wretch avail'd his brazen shield . Thee Aeolus , Laurentian fields saw dead , And the large Champaigne thy broad shoulders spread , Whom not the Argive squadrons could destroy , Nor sterne Achilles who subverted Troy , Here was thy place for death , from Ida come , Laurentian fields thy body must intombe . Latins and Trojans , now are all ingag'd ; Mnestheus , Serestus and Messapus rag'd . Well mounted , on bravely Asylas brings Up Tuscane bands , and the Arcadian wings , They battell joyne and strive with all their might ; No reserve left , there was a cruell fight . The most fair mother of Aeneas here Puts in his mind to th' wals he should draw neer , And straight with 's Army to the city go , Which sudden should the Latins overthrow . He , as he Turnus sought through all the bands , Bending each way , saw how Laurentum stands , From so much troubles safe , in quiet rest : A shape of greater war inflames his breast . Mnestheus , Sergestus and Serestus stout , Plac'd on a mount he cals , where round about Trojans might flock , nor shields or spears they laid Aside , whilst thus from rising ground he said , What I command obey ; this Jove decrees ; Nor slow move for the suddain enterprise . This town and city , cause of all this war , Unlesse they yield , and say they vanquish'd are , I will destroy , and levell with the ground Their smoking spires ; till Turnus will be found , Must I expect ? whilst he is pleas'd to fight Vanquish'd again , must I attending wait ? Of all our woes this is the head and spring . Sue then for peace with slames , and fire-bands bring . This said , they cheerfull into order fall , And in a body draw unto the wall . Straight scaling ladders were , and fire prepar'd : Some to the gates advance , and kill the guard : Others , all heaven with shafts and javelins cloud ; Aeneas first , raising his hand , allowd Latinus blames : cals heaven to witnes then , He is compel'd to take up arms agen , They by hostility Peace had broken twice . Then 'mongst the People factious stirs arise ; Some for the Trojans bid open the gate , And that they should march through the city straight , And to the out-works they their King do call ; Others bring arms , and will defend the wall . As when a swaine finds in a hollow rock , A swarme of bees , and fils the place with smoke : Disturb'd they flie about their waxen seat , And with a mighty noise their anger whet ; Smoke scales their roofs , within sad murmurs rise , And pitchy fumes advance unto the skies . When to the fainting Latins chanc'd a woe , Which the whole city did with grief oreflow . As the Queen saw the foe draw neer the wall , The gates beset , fire on the roofs to fall ; Nor Turnus nigh , the city to maintain . Hopelesse , she thought in fight the Prince was slain . Struck dead with woe , I am the cause , she cries , I , I the spring of all these miseries . Thus raving she , her bitter grief exprest , And desperate , she rends her purple vest : Then on a beam , a knot for base death knit . Soon as the wofull Latins heard of it ; ( But first Lavinia tore her golden hair And rosie cheeks ) they all in uprore were : And the whole palace rung with dismall cries . Hence the sad fame through the whole city flies ; Their hearts now fail'd ; amaz'd Latinus went , And regal weeds , at his wives fortune , rent ; Then for his ruin'd town opprest with woes , Foul dust upon his silver hair he throwes ; Himself much blaming , cause he did refuse , And for his son did not Aeneas chuse . Mean while the warriour Turnus did a few Poor straglers to the farthest plains pursue ; And by degrees now slower , and slower he rides , And lesse and lesse in his swift horses prides . Hither to him the wind strange terror bears , With clamours mix'd ; and to his listning ears The cities confus'd noise and cries had blown . Ah what misfortune now disturbs the town ! Why from Laurentum come such sounds ! This said , Distracted in his mind a while he staid . His sister , who Metiscus shape had got , His charioteer , and drove his chariot , To him then spake : The Trojans there pursue Where victory opens now a way to you : Others there are that will defend the town . Aeneas drives th' Italians up and down , Thundring in arms ; let us like slaughters make Amongst the Trojans , nor the field forsake , Since thou in strength and valour equal art . Then Turnus said — Sister , long since I knew thee , when by charms Thou brok'st the league , and tookst thy self up arms . Now Goddesse , thou deceiv'st in vain : but who From heaven to suffer thus commanded you ? Cam'st thou to see thy brothers cruel death ? What safety else can fortune now bequeath ? Did not these eyes behold Muranus , when He call'd to me aloud , and call'd agen ? Then whom to me ( alas ) was dearer none : The brave man fell , by a great wound orethrown . And haplesse Vfens dy'd , lest he should see Our foul disgrace ; his arms and body be The Trojans prize . Shall I here tamely stay Till they destroy the town ? Is that the way ? Nor shall this arm Drances confute ? shall I Retreat , and shall this land see Turnus fly ? Is death so hard ? You spirits , that dwell below , Oh send me aid ; since heaven's declar'd my foe ! To you my spotlesle soul not knowing t' offend , Worthy my predecessors shall descend . Scarce said ; when Sages through the foe did come , His horse behold all over in a fome : In 's head an arrow sticking , post he came Requiring aid of Turnus by his name . Great Prince , in thee is our last hopes , allow Some aid to us ; Aeneas thunders now In arms about our gates , and threatens , he Will now destroy the towres of Italie ; And ready with destruction fire-brands flie About the roofs . The Latines fix their eye Only on thee ; all 's lost , if thou not aid . Nor will Latinus longer be delaid Whom to call son , or with which side t' agree . Besides the Queen most , faithful still to thee , Is dead ; and frighted with her own sad fates Hath made her self away ; only the gates Are by Messapus , and Atinas man'd ; Round these , on every side thick squadrons stand , An iron crop glisters with swords and shields , Whilst thou dost drive here in forsaken fields . Turnus amaz'd , with various objects stood Silent a while ; great shame then boyls his blood , Grief with distraction mix'd , and love did call , Stir'd up by rage , and losse of honour , all . Soon as his mind he recollected had , The walls ( much griev'd ) with burning eyes survaid , And the great town did from the wheels behold , When he might see amongst the bulwarks roll'd And the dry timber up a mighty flame With smoke towards heaven : then to a towre it came Wrought with huge beams , which he himself had made , And had with wheels and lofty arches laid . Fate calls now , sister , there is no delay : What God and hard chance bids , we must obey . I 'le meet Aeneas ; deaths worst forme I le face ; Nor longer shalt thou see my great disgrace : Grant ere the fight I may to fury yield . This said , from 's chariot leaps into the field , And rush'd through foes , his sister sad forsakes , And swift he through the middle squadron makes . As a huge stone drove by a tempests power From a hills top , or carried by a shower ; Or sliding years which time hath freed from thence , The mighty rock roll'd down with violence Bounds from the earth ; and tumbling headlong then With it sweeps woods , and flocks , whole herds , and men : So through the broken squadrons Turnus goes To th' city walls : and where the sad earth flowes With streams of blood , where javelins cloud the skies , Waving his hand , with a loud voice he cries . No more in fight Rutilians Latines joyn , What ere the fortune is , it must be mine . I with my sword firm peace shall make . This said , They all retreat , and a fair space they made . But when Aeneas heard of Turnus name , Straight from the walls and lofty towrs he came . And breaks off all delayes , quits all designs , And joyfull now in thundring arms he shines . So mighty Ahos , or tall Erix shew , Or antient Apenninus , when with snow Above the stars his lofty head is crown'd , And doth with tempest beaten okes resound . Rutilians , Trojans , and th' Italians , all Who did maintain , and those who storm'd the wall , Fix'd there their eyes , and from the fight withdraw . Latinus was amazed , when he saw Such mighty men , born in far distant land , Resolv'd to try it out , now hand to hand . Soon as the field with open lists appears , With a swift course far off they cast their spears ; They charge then with their targets , and the ground Doth with a grone return the brazen sound . Then with their swords blow after blow lay on , Fortune and valour are conjoyn'd in one . So in great Syla or Taburnus height Two bulls with horns begin a cruel fight ; Their frighted Lords retreit : the cattel stand Silent with fear , who shall the steers command , Whom the whole herd shall follow ; whilst the foes Gore one another , dealing cruel blowes : In streams of blood their necks and shoulders dround , And with their bellowing all the woods resound . So with their shields they at each other flie , Whilst mighty fragor sills the ample skie . With equall beame Jove holds the ballances , And in each scale the various fate he layes Of both the Princes ; who shall honour have , And whom deaths weight shall sink down to the grave . Here Turnus did his arm and sword advance , Then makes a blow , suspecting no mischance . A shout the Trojans and the Latines made , Both sides are rais'd ; but the perfidious blade Breaks in the stroke , and on the earth it lies . Flight now must aid ; more swift then winds he flies , When a strange hilt he in his hand did find . Fame is , when he did mount his horses joy'nd In the first fight , and was for battell hot , He seiz'd Metiscus sword , his own forgot : And that serv'd long , while stragling Trojans fled . But when it came to arms by Vulean made , The mortal sword like ice broke in his hand , The peeces shining on the yellow sand . Therefore amaz'd he flies through th' open plain , Now here , now there ; and wheels about again . For each side Trojans with a guard surround , There did a fen there lofty bulwarks bound . Nor slower Aeneas after him , though he Sometimes complained of his wounded knee . And swiftly at the heels he follows him ; As when a Deer inclosed with some stream , Or struck with terror , when the arrow sounds , The hantsman neer with a full crie of hounds ; But he a thousand waves tries for escapes , Frighted with nets and banks : Fierce Vmber gapes Ready to sene , and now so nigh doth get He bites , but cozen'd with an empty bit ; Then clamours rise , the banks and lakes reply , And all the heavens thunder with the cry . He flying , then upbraids Rutilian bands , Cals each by name , and his own sword demands . Aeneas threatens death to any one Dares give him aid , and to destroy the town : This vows to do ; at which they shake , dismaid . Too and agen they full five courses had : For no meane prize they strove , or sporting strife , But they for blood contend , and Turnus life . Sacred to Faunus , here an Olive stood , On which those scap'd the danger of the flood , To the Larentian God did pay their vowes , And promis'd vests hang on the sacred boughes . Trojans without respect cut down this tree , That a cleare list might for the Champions be . Here stuck Aeneas speare with violence cast , And in the yielding root was fixed fast , The Dardan puls , that he with this the foe Might overtake , because he was too slow . Then Turnus frighted prayes , O Faunus heare , And pity , and dear earth detain the speare , If alwaies I your honours have maintain'd , Which now with war the Trojans have prophan'd . Nor with vain vowes he call'd the deities ayd ; For whilst Aeneas strugling , was delaid In the soft stump , nor could the root constraine : Juturna , in Metiscus form again , Runs in and helps her brother to his sword . Venus with furie at the bold nymph stird , Then comes , and from the deep root puls the lance . Now brave in armes and chear'd they both advance , This to his sword , that trusting to his speare , And for the strife of panting Mars prepare . Mean while heav'ns mighty King to Juno said , As from a bright cloud they the fight survaid , What now remains deare wife , when ends our ods ? Aeneas thou knowst , must sit amongst the Gods , And Fates to him have starry seats alow'd , What plot thus stays thee in a gloomy cloud ? What! shall a mortall wound a God : or thou ( For to Juturna thy power did allow To bring the sword for Daunus sons defence ) To give fresh courage to the vanquish'd Prince . Give ore at last , to our intreaties bend , Nor let such eating grief thee silent spend , Nor with such care so often trouble me ; Time was , when thou couldst vex by Land , and Sea The Trojan race ; and kindle cruel warres : Houses destroy , and Hymen mix with jars . More I forbid t' attempt : such things Jove spoke , When Juno said , with a submissive look . Because great Jove thy mind to me was known , Unwilling I have Turnus left alone . Nor shouldst thou see me solitarie sit In a cold cloud , and suffer things unfit : But girt with flames , our squadrons to excite , And draw the Trojans to unhappy fight . I must confesse , pittying , I did perswade Woefull Juturna to her brothers ayde : And greater things I for his life would doe , But not to use a dart , or bend a bow . This by th' inexorable Stygian floods I sweare , that only oath which tyes the Gods ; And now I goe , and leave the wofull fight , But one thing I request , which yet no right Or Fate denies : for th' Majestie of thine , When with blest Hymen , they shall leagues conjoyne , ( And may it be , ) and Lawes of peace proclaime , Let not the Latins change their antient name , Nor let them be call'd Trojans I beseech , Nor yet to change their habit , nor their speech ; Let it be Latium , and for ever be The Alban fathers in great Italie ; Let Romans . by their valour conquer all . T'roy's tain : and with her let the name now fall : The king of men and Gods , then smiling says . Thou art Joves sister , Saturns second race ; Why in thy breast rowlst thou such floods of rage ? Lay by that spleen , so vainly did ingage ; I am o'recome , and thou thy sute shalt gain . They shall their customes , and their speech retain ; And keep their ancient name . The Trojan race , Mix'd with so great a body shall give place . I le adde their sacred rites , and I shall make Latins and Trojans , both one tongue to speak . A race mix'd from th' Ausonians thou shalt see Excelling men , and gods in pietie : Nor any nation more in war or peace Shall hononr thee . These words did Juno please , And satisfide , her mind being chang'd , she flies From the dark cloud and leaves the troubled skies . This done ; Jove with himself contrives to call Iuturna , from her haplesse brothers fall . Two hellish hags there be , the Dirae height . Which to Megaera , were by dismall Night Born at a birth , and arm'd with serpents stings : Who gave them power to use resounding wings . These at Ioves throne , and cruell court appear ; These stir in mortals jealousie and feare , When the Gods king , sicknesse and death prepares , Or wicked cities terrifies with wars . Iove one of these , sending from heaven , injoyns To meet Iuturna with ill boading signes . She to the earth in a swift whirlwind flies ; So glides a Parthian arrow through the skies , With poison arm'd , or by Sydonian art Sounding through th' aire , with deadly bane , a dart : Unknown it comes , swift through the gloomy shade ; So hasts Nights daughter , and to earth she made . After she saw the Trojans , and did looke On Turnus bands ; a small birds form she took , Which , or on tombs or roofs forsaken hants , And late in shady night her sorrow chants . Thus chang'd the hag at Turnus face did charge , And with her flapping wings she beats his targe . Here sudden numbnesse seis'd his limbs with fear ; Amaz'd , struck dumb , erected was his hair . But afar off , as neer the Dirae drew Her sounding wings , woful Juturna knew , Tearing her flowing hair , her face infests With her own nails , and beats her panting breasts , How can thy sister , Turnus , aid thee now ? Or what is left for me poor wretch , to do ? How shall I save thy life ? which way shall I Oppose my self against this prodigie ? Fright me no more , foul hag ; now I shall go ; The sounding of your deadly wings I know : Nor proud commands of Jove deceived me , And this he gives for my virginitie . Why did he me immortal make ? and why Took he from me the happinesse to die ? Then I might give a period to this woe , And to the shades with my dear brother go . But I immortal am ; yet wanting thee , Nothing that 's mine , shall pleasant be to me . That earth would gape and swallow me ! that now A Goddesse might descend to shades below ! This said , her head with a green vail she hides , And with a groan beneath the river glides . Aeneas stands , and a huge javelin shooke , A mighty tree ; and like a foe thus spoke ; What stayes thee now OTurnus ? t is not flight Must end our quarrell , but a cruel fight . Transforme thy selfe into all shapes , and try What ere thou canst by strength or art apply . Desire with wings to the high stars to glide : And in earths hollow wombe thy selfe to hide . Shaking his head , thy proud threats feare not me , The Gods , ( he said ) Jove is my enemie . Thus having said , a ponderous stone he found , An ancient mighty one , which for a bound By chance just on the neighbouring limits lay , And for the meers all strife did take away ; Scarce twice six men , this to their necks could reare , Such men as now the earth grown old doth beare . The Heroe running , with huge strength did throw Raising himselfe , this stone against the foe : Nor himselfe running nor yet going , knew ; Or lifting , how his hand the huge-stone threw . His knees did tremble , and a cold blood flowes Through all his nerves ; the stone with violence goes Through empty aire ; but it fell short , nor went Half way to give the blow , where it was sent . As when in quiet night , sleepe seiles our eye , In vain we seeme some earnest flight to trie , But in the midst we faint , our voice doth faile , Nor speech , nor words , nor our known strength prevaile ; So Turnus , what so ere his valour tries , Successe the cruel Goddesse him denies . Troubled , the Town and Rutils struck with feare Standing he view'd ; and trembles at the speare . Where shall he fly , how scape the enemie , No Chariot , no Juturna can he see . Aeneas aiming , did himselfe advance , And at him maz'd , he throwes his fatall lance , A stone shot from a batterer not so loud Thunder'd , or lightning from a broken cloud . Like a black whirlwind he the javelin threw , Bearing sad death ; which through his armour flew , And through seven foldings of his shield it past , And sounding , in his groyn it fix'd at last . The mighty Turnus wounded , sinks upon His double knee ; Rutilians gave a grone , And all the hils the voyce re-ecchoe round , And the tall groves reply the mournfuil sound . He suppliant then , did hands and eyes advance , And said , I have deserv'd it , use thy chance ; But hast thou sense of a sad Parents woe ? And such thy father was ; then pity shew To aged Daunus ; or if rather thou Wouldst take my life , my corps to friends allow . Thou haft o'recome ; the Ausonians me have seen Mercy to crave ; Lavinia is thine ; Here end debate . Then fierce Aeneas stands Survaying him allo're , and staid his hands , And at this language more and more did melt ; When on his shoulder he perceiv'd the belt Which Pallas's was , the golden buckles shone , Whom Turnus by a deep wound had orethrown , And on his back the hostile ensigne had . After those spoyls with grief he had survaid , Incens'd with deadly rage , shalt thou said he , Grac'd with my dear friends spoyls escape from me ? Thus Pallas , Paellas thee an offering makes : And on thy wicked blood revenge now takes . Thus having said , with indignation stir'd , He in his bosome sheaths to th' hilt his sword . Straight numbing cold on all his body seiz'd , And with a grone , life flies to shades displeas'd .

FINIS .