Chapter 2

Od.1.Lib.1.Cum infeſtæ Thracum Copiæ Pannoniâ exceſſiſſent.Od. 1. Lib. 1.When the hatefull forces of the Thracians departed out ofPannonia.JAm minæ sævi cecidere belli:Jam profanatis malè pulsa terrisEt salus, & pax niveis revisitOppida bigis:The threats of cruell Warre now cease:,In stead of them safety and peace,Banish’d th’unhallowed earth, doe please’Returne in their white Waine;Iam fides, & fas, & amæna præterFaustitas, læto volat arva curru:Iam fluunt passim pretiosa largisSæcula rivis.Faith joyn’d with Truth, and Plenty tooO’re pleasant fields doe nimbly goe;The precious Ages past, doe flowWith liberall streames againe.Candidi soles veterisquevenæFontibus nati revocantur Anni:Grandinat Gemmis, riguoqueCœlumDepluit Auro.Cleare dayes, such yeares as were of oldRecalled are, o’th’ ancient mold,The Heavens hayle Pearles, and molten GoldDoth raine down-right in showres;Mequeveraci cecinisse plectroInter Octobreis, tua festa, pompas,PriscaSaturnirediisse sæcla,Approbat Orbis.Whilst I with my Prophetique stringThy Winter feastivalls doe sing,The whole world doth with Ecchoes ringOldSaturn’sage is ours.Aurei patrum niveiquemores,Exul & serâ procul usqueThule,Candor, & pulchro remeare virtusAudetOlympo.Our Fathers pure and golden ruleExil’d as farre as farthest Thule,Justice from brightOlympusschooleComes boldly back againe.Lactis, & fusi per aprica mellisGarruli Campos secuêre rivi:Et superfuso tumuêre plenæNectare ripæ.The streams which Milk and Honey yeild,Their passage cut through open field,And the full banks with Nectar swell’dDoe drowne the flowrie plaine.Lætior vulgò seges inquietisFluctuat culmis, titubantquefrugumUberes Campi, nec avara sulcisInvidet æstas.The glad Corne in the restles stalkeWaves, and the fields as wee doe walke,So fruitfull reele, to any balkeThe Heat no spight doth owe.Pastor Erranteis comitatus HœdosProvocat raucas calamo cicadas:Mugiunt Colles, & anhela fessisSilva Iuvencis.The Herdsmans Pipe to’s wandring Goats,Provokes the Grashoppers hoarse notes;The tyred Herd with strayned throats,Makes Hills and Woods to low.Pace subsultant juga, pace ridentTetrica rupes: leve separatosOtium colleis amat, & sequestriGaudia pagi.The Mountaines leape, and rough Rocks smileFor gentle Peace rejoyceth stillSuch solitary roomes to fillHills set apart, ’lone Townes.TeCeresflavis redimita culmis,Magne pacati moderator orbis,Te suis Æstas opulenta Circum-fundit aristis.Cereswith yellow Chaplet, andThe Summer rich with eares doth stand,Great Prince of our appeased Land,Thee to encompasse round.Supplici Myrtus tibi servit umbrâ,Serviunt Lauri: tibi celsa longèQuercus assurgit, tremuloquepinusVertice nutat.The Myrtle begs with humble shadeTo serve thee and the Laurel’s glade;The lofty Oake doth rise; Its headThe trembling Pine doth bow;Siderum præses, dominusqueterræ,Lucidâ Romam speculatus aree,Regna tranquillet, CupidoquepatremTe velit orbi.Hee that o’re Starrs and earth hath powre,Beholding us, from his bright Towre,Calms all, and sets thee father o’reThe covetous world below.Laurus annosum tibi signet ævum:Fata te norint, properentque parcæNescium carpi tibi destinatosStamen in annos.The Laurell signe long life to thee,Let Fates and destinies agreeTo twine thy thred, which cannot beeCut ’till th’ appointed time.Quæqueformosos sedet inter igneis,Sedulam pro te miserataRomamVirgo, quam circum glomerantur albisAstra choreis.May shee amidst those glorious fires,For thy sake, pittying our desires,’Bout whom the beauteous starrs inquires,And flowing measures swim;Curet effusas Latii querelas,Virginum castas juvenumque vocesCuret, & votis procerum reclinemaccommodet aurem.May shee, I say, our Country’s griefeCure, and the chast complaints releiveOf all our youth, and willing earesApply to th’ praiers of all our Peeres.Ad Aurelium Lycum.Ode2.Lib.1.ToAurelius Lycas.Ode 2. Li. 1.Nè plus æquo deadverſâfortunâ queratur.That hee would not complaine too much of adverſe fortune.Indignas, Lyce, nænias,Et mæstum gemitu pectus, & hispidisFrontem nubibus expedi,Cum Sol non solito lumine riserit,Et fortuna volubilisFati difficilem jecerit aleam.Quod vexant hodié Noti,Cras lambent hilares æquor Ætesiæ.Mœstum solAhodiè caput,Cras lætum roseo promet ab æquore.Alterno redeunt choroRisus & gemitus, & madidis propèSicci cum Lacrymis joci.Nascuntur mediis gaudia luctibus,Sic fatis placitum. suisTempestiva fluunt fata periculis.Unmanly howlings,Lycuas, leave,Thy sad breast doe not vex, nor grieve;Thy rugged brow from cloudes set free,Although with usuall beames ’on theeThe Sun not shines; or fortune lateHath throwne the hardest chance of Fate.With th’ waves, that South windes tosse to day,The cheerfull Easterne gales will play;The Sun that now hangs downe his head,With joy from blushingThetisbedI’th’ morne will rise. Laughter and woeKeepe time, and in their courses goe.Cleare merriment succeeds wet eyes,And joyes in mid’st of sorrows rise.Thus pleaseth it the Fates, that flowWith various hazards here below.Fessos duxit heri boves,Dat magnis hodiè jura Quiritibus:Et quæ bobus ademerat,Imponit Gabiis, & Curibus juga.Idem Phosphorus aspicitMagnum quem tenuem viderat Hesperus.Quod si seria ludicrisFortuna placeat texere; RusticusHesternam repetet casam,Ridentis populi non humilis jocus:Et queis rexerat omnia,Findet laurigeris ligna securibus.Quod si defuerit salixFasces pauperibus subjiciet focis.Hee who his Oxen tyr’d, did drive,Doth lawes to day, to th’ City give:And the same yokes he tooke from those,Upon the Citizens impose.The day-starre great, that man doth see,Whom th’ Evening saw in low degree.But if the things that serious areWith Fortunes pastimes to compareDoth please you; See, this Country-manBetakes himselfe to’s farme againe,Of’s jeering neighbours th’only sport,And with those Axes which i’th’ CourtHee ruled all with, Cleaves his wood,Whose Helves are made of Laurell good.And if a want of wood there growes,TheFasceson the fire he throwes.AdTarquinium Lavinum.Od. 13. lib. 1.ToTarquinius Lavinus.Ode13.lib.1.Non siASol semel occidit,Non rubris iterum surget ad Indiis;Nec si quos celeris rotæSors non exiguo proruit impetu,Non lapsos iterum levet,Arguto docilis ludere cum joco.As if the Sun that once doth set,From th’ blushing East a new birth doth not getAs if that those whom Fortunes frowneBy the swift violence of her wheele, throwes down,Shee would not raise again with ease,So active in such nimble sports as these.Ne spem projice,Tarquini:Cujus pænè retro lambere pulveremEt vestigia diceris,Cum fortuna levem verterit orbitam,Effusam super & lutoFumantem poteris cernere purpuram.Despaire not (Sir) whose footsteps nowThou’rt said to kisse, and lick the dust of’s shooe,Let Fortune her light wheele but turne,And thenTarquinius, thou shalt soon discerneFrom his proud height, him downward thrust,His trampled robes smoking in mire and dust.Tunc & risibus abstine,Neu turpi domino Lumina paveris:Neu calces nimium, memorFortunæ geminam sæpe jaci pilam.Thy jeeres and laughter then forbeare,His all-bespattred lookes thou shalt not feare,Nor trample on, remembring howFortune adoubleball doth often throw.AdPublium Memmium.Ode2.Lib.2.Vitæ humanæ brevitatem benefactis extendendam eſſe.ToPublius Memmius.Ode2.Lib.2.That the ſhortneſſe of mans life is to bee lengthened by good deeds.Qua tegit Canas modò bruma valleis,Sole vicinos jaculante monteisDeteget rursum. Tibi cum nivosaBruma senectaIn caput seris cecidit pruinis,Decidet nunquam. Cita fugit Æstas,Fugit Autumnus, fugient propinquiTempora veris:At tibi frigus, capitiquecaniSemper hærebunt, nequemulta NardusNec parum gratum repetita dementSerta colorem.The Valleys, now, all clad in grayBy Winter, when Sol darts his rayOn neighbouring hills, hee’l naked lay,As heretofore.But when the winter of thy yearesWith snow, within thy locks appeares,When hoary frost shall dye thine haires,It parts no more.Summer, and Autumn’s quickly gone,Th’approaching Spring will passe as soon:Gray hayres, and chilling cold aloneWith thee will stay.To thy ill colour, Nard distill’d,Nor the renew’d perfumes o’th’ fieldOf flowres, can any vertue yeild,Or tak’t away.Una quem nobis dederat juventus:Una te nobis rapiet senectus:Sed potes,Publi, geminare magnâSæcula famâ,Quem sui raptum gemuêre cives.Hic diu vixit. Sibi quisquefamamScribat Hæredem: rapiunt avaræCetera Lunæ.Thee, whom thy youth hath giv’n tó day.At night old age will take away.Thy time to double, is, to layA fame most bright.Whom snach’d by death, his friends bemone,He hath liv’d long. Let every oneWrite Fames sole heire: that’s free alone,From th’ rape of night.E Rebus Humanis Exceſſus.Ode5.Lib.2.A Departure from things humane.Ode5.Lib.2.Humana linquo: tollite præpetemNubesque ventique. Ut mihi deviiMontes resedere, & volantiRegnaprocul, populosque vastosSubegit aer! jam radiantiaDelubra Divum, jam mihi regiæTurres recessere, & relicta inExiguum tenuantur urbes;Totasquequa se cunque ferunt vagaDespecto Gentes. O lacrymabilisJncerta fortuna! ô fluentûmPrincipia, interitúsque rerum!Lift me up quickly on your wings,Ye Clouds, and Winds; I leave all earthly things;How Devious Hills give way to mee!And the vast ayre brings under, as I fly,Kingdomes and populous states! see howThe Glyst’ring Temples of the Gods doe bow;The glorious Tow’rs of Princes, andForsaken townes, shrunke into nothing, stand:And as I downward looke, I spyWhole Nations every where all scattred lye.Oh the sad change that Fortune brings!The rise and fall of transitory things!Hîc ducta primis oppida mœnibusMinantur in Cœlum: hîc veteres ruuntMuríque turresque: hîc supinasPæné cinis sepelivit arces.Hîc mite Cœlum, sed rapidæ ruuntIn Bella Gentes: hîc placida sedentIn pace, sed latè quietosDira lues populatur agros.Here walled townes that threatned Heav’n,Now old and ruin’d, with the earth lye even:Here stately Pallaces, that thrustTheir heads i’th’ayre, lye buried all in dust.Here the Ayre Temp’rate is and mild,But the fierce people rush to warres, most wild:Here in a joyfull peace they rest,But Direfull Murraines their quiet fields lay wast.Hîc pænè tellus tota micantibusArdet sub armis: stant acies adhucPendente fatorum sub ictu,Et dubio furor hæsitavitIn bella passu: parte aliâ recensJam mista Mavors agmina mutuamCollisit in mortem, & CadentûmCæde virûm, Cumulísque latosInsternit agros: hîc MareoticaSecura merces æquora navigant,Portusquecertatim frequentesCentum operis populisque fervent.Here the whole Land doth scorching lyeUnder the glittering Armes o’ th’ Enemy:Under the hovering stroke o’ th’ FatesThe Armies yet both stand; and fury waitesWith doubfull steps, upon the warre;Fresh courage here, the mingled troopes prepare.Each against other fiercely run,And mutually they worke destruction:The slaughtered heapes in reeking goreWith bloudy covering spread the fields all o’re:Here on safe Seas, as joyfull prizeIs strip’d away th’ Ægyptian Merchandize,Whilst the full Havens thick beset,Doe furiously with fierce contention fret.Nec una Marti causa, nec uniusSunt Arma moris. Bellat AdulteraRidentis è vultu voluptas,InqueHelenaprocus ardet orbis.Hic verba bellis vindicat: hic canis,Heu vile furtum! Se mala comparant;Rarum sub exemplo superbit,Nec sceleris scelus instar omne est.Marshath his divers Causes, andHis severall fashion’d weapons to command.From the Adultresse smiling lookesPleasure doth fight, and unto Warre provokes,The doting world withHelenburnes.This sordid man, oh base advantage! turnesRevenge of vvords to blowes;Mischiefe begets it selfe, from mischiefe growes.Small sins by example higher dare,Nor doth all sin, alvvaies like sin appeare.Eous illinc belligerâ latetSub Classe pontus: JamThetisæneáMugire flammarum procellâ, &Attonitæ trepidare cautes,Et ipsa circum littora percutiMajore fluctu. Sistite barbari,Ferroqueneu simplex, & igni &Naufragio geminate fatum.There th’Easterne Sea lyes coverd o’reWith vvarlike Fleets:Thetisbegins to roreWith stormes of flaming Brasse, and hereTh’ astonish’d Rocks all trembling stand with feare.The troubled Sea vvith vvinds besetWith stronger vvaves ’gainst the full shore doth beat.Forbeare, cruell men to multiplyWith fire, Sword-vvrack your single destiny.Parumnè Tellus in miseras patetImmensa mortes? hinc miserabiliQuassata terrarum tumultuStare pavent titubantqueregna,Unâquetandem funditus obruuntCives ruinâ. Stat tacitus cinis,Cui serus inscribat viator:Cum populo jacet hic & ipsoCum Rege Regnũ.Quid memorem super-Infusa totis æquora portubusUrbes inundare, & repentiTecta Deúm sonuisse fluctu.Is the large Earth too narrovv grovvne,Such slaughters, such dire tragedies to ovvne?Large Kingdomes there, brought under thrallWith Tumult, stagger, and for feare doe fall;Where in one Ruine wee may seeThe dying people all o’rewhelmed lye.The silent dust remaines, to letThe weary Pilgrim this Inscription set(In after times, at hee goes by)King, Kingdome, People here entombed lye.What should I name the raging Seas,Whole Havens over-flowing, and with theseI’th’ sudden floud whole Cities drown’dThe shaken Temples of the Gods that found?RegumqueTurres, & pelago CasasJamjam latentes? jam video proculMerceisquedifferri, & natantemOceano fluitare gazam.Alterna rerum militat efficaxIn damna mundus. Cladibus instruitBellisquerixisque& ruinisSanguineam libitina scenam,Suprema doxec stelligerum diesClaudat Theatrum. Quid morer hactenusViator aurarum & serenasSole domos aditurus usqueKings Pallaces what should I nameNow sunke i’th’ deepe, small Cottages i’th’ same?Vast wealth I see swept downe with th’ tydeRich treasure in the Ocean floting glyde.The active world t’each others harmesDoth daily fight, and the pale Goddesse armesThe bloudy scene with slaughters, warrs,With utter ruins, and with deadly jarrs;Thus there’s noExitof our woes,Till the last day the Theater shall close,Why stay I then, when goe I may—To’a house enlightned by the Suns bright ray?Humana mirer? tollite præpetemFestina vatem, tollite nubilaQua solis & Lunæ LaboresCæruleo vehit æthra Campo.Ludor? sequaces aut subeunt latusFerunt; venti? Jamque iterum mihiEt regna decrevere, & immensæAnte oculos periêre gentes;Shall I still dote on things humane?Lift up your longing Priest, yee Clouds, oh deigneLift m’up where th’aire a splendour yeildsLights the sun’s chariot through the azure fields.Am I deceived? or doe I seeThe following winds on their wings mounting me,And now againe Great kingdomes lyeWhole Nations perishing before mine eye?Suóque semper terra minor GloboJam jamque cerni difficilis, suumVanescit in punctum? ô refusumNuminis Oceanum! ô carentemMortalitatis portubus insulam!O clausa nullis marginibus freta!Haurite anhelantem, & perenniSarbiviumglomerate fluctu.The earth which alwayes lesse hath beeneThen’s Globe, and now, just now can scarce be seene,Into it’s point doth vanish, see!Oh the brim’d Ocean of the Deitie!Oh Glorious Island richly freeFrom the cold Harbours of mortality!Yee boundlesse Seas, with endlesse flouds of restGirt roundSarbiniusyour panting Priest.Ad Publium Memmium.Od. 7. Lib. 2.ToPublius Memmius.Ode7.Lib.2.Esset humanis aliquod levamenCladibus, si res caderent eâdemQuâ morâ surgunt; sed humant repentesAlta ruinæ.Amidst our losse it were some ease,If things did fall, with the same stay, and leisureThey rise; but sudden ruines seizeOn our most lofty things, and richest treasure.Nil diu felix stetit; inquietaUrbium currunt hominumqueFata:Totquevix horis jacuêre, surguntRegna quot annis.Nothing long time hath happy been.The restlesse Fates of peopled-Cities, passe:In a few hour’s destroy’d w’have seen,In many yeares what never raised was.Casibus longum dedit ille tempus,Qui diem regnis satis eruendisDixit: elato populos habent mo-menta sub ictu.He gave to Chance long time, that saidOne day’s enough, whole Kingdomes t’overthrow:Each moment holds a people swaydUnder a fatall and exalted blow.Parce crudeles, moriturePubli,Impio divos onerare questu,Densa vicinis nimiùm vagariFunera tectis.Being neere thy death, then,Publius, spareTo load the Gods, with thy blasphemous plaints;That Funeralls so frequent are,Or death so much thy neighbours house haunts.Quæ tibi primùm dedit hora nasci,Hæc mori primùm dedit. Ille longùmVixit, æternum sibi qui merendoVindicat ævum.The houre, that first to thee gave life,That thou should’st likewise dye, gave first to thee.He hath liv’d long, who well doth striveSure alwaies of eternall life to bee.Ad Aſterium.Ode 8. lib 2.To Aſterius.Ode8.l.2At nos inani pascit imagineFortuna rerum. LudimurAsteri,Umbris amicorum; & dolosoVerba simul placuêre fuco,VV’Are mock’d with ’baytes that fortune flingsAnd fed with th’empty husks of things:Shadowes, not friends we entertaine;W’are pleas’d with the deceitfull traineRes esse stulti credimus. at simulSors infidelem corripuit rotam,Gaudent recedenti SodalesNon eadem dare verba Divæ.Of words, and thinke them deeds. But whenTh’unconstant wheele shall turne agenTo th’ parting Goddesse, wee shall seeThose friends the selfe-same words deny.Plerumquefalsis nominibus placentHumana. Rari pollicitis dataAequamus: & minor loquaciRelligio solet esse voto.Things Humane under false names please.Our gifts match not our promises;Religion, lesse to be doth use,Then the large language of our vowes.Ex ſacro Salomonis Epithal.Ode 19. l. 2.Similis est dilectus meus capreæ, hinnuloque cervorum.Out ofSolomon’sſacred Mariage Song.Ode19.Lib.2.Vitas sollicitæ me similis capræ,Quam vel nimbisoni sibilus Africi,Vel motum subitis murmur EtesiisVano corripit impetu.Thou shunnest me, like to a fearfull Roe,Which, as the stormy North-winds blow,Or the rough noise o’ th’ suddaine Easterne blast,Is snatch’d away with forcelesse hast.Nam seu prima metum bruma trementibusIncussit foliis, sive DiespiterElisit resonis tela Cerauniis,Incertâ trepidat fugâ.For th’early frost the trembling leaves doth fright,Or else the Father of the lightHath hewne from th’ecchoing rocks his thundring darts,Hee hastens with such doubtfull starts.At qui non ego te quærere desinam,Clamatura retrò,Christe, Revertere: &Rursus, cùm rapido fugeris impetu,Clamatura, Revertere.But till I find thee, I’le not cease, nor rest,But cry aloud, Returne, ô Christ:And when with swifter speed thou fly’st away,Returne againe, ô Christ, I’le say.O seu te Libani terga virentia,Seu formosa rubræ culta Bethuliæ,Seu pinguis Solymæ, sive procul cavæCingunt rura Capharniæ;The tops ofLebanus, so green and gay,The faire tilths ofBethulia,Encompasse thee, oldSalem’s fruitfull Land,Or elseCapharnialow doth stand.Tandem sollicitæ pone modum fugæ.Nam non effugies, Te mihi sedulisAether excubiis prodet, & aureisProdet Cynthia cornibus.At length give o’re thy sad and carefull flight:Thou shalt not scape me, th’evening brightWith its so watchfull Centry, thee’l betray,And th’Moone with golden hornes doth stray.Te neglecta gemunt littora, te proculSuspirat tacitis aura Pavoniis,Te noctis vigiles, te mihi vividisSignant sidera nutibus.By th’grones of the neglected shores I’le findThee; and by th’sighs o’th’ Westerne wind;Thee the night’s watch, the starrs that walke aboutWith lively signes will point thee out.Diræ in Herodem.Ode 24. l. 2.DiræinHerodem.Ode24.Lib.2.Devota sacræ progenies domus!Fatale monstrum! prodigialiumMonstrum parentum! seu LibyssaMarmaricis leæ pavit antris,Thou Cursed off-spring of that sacred place!Thou fatall monster of prodigious race!A Libyan Lyonesse in some Affrick denGave nourishment to thee, thou shame of men.Seu te maligno sidere degenerPardus maritâ tigride prodidit,Furoris hæredem paterni;Sive gregis populator AfriOr mungrill Libard with a shee-Tiger, hurl’dThee, with a mischiefe, into th’hatefull world,Heyre to the fury of thy Syre, and damm;Or some wild Wolfe left thee a naked shame:Nudum sub alto destituit jugo;Seu belluosis fluctibus exspuitIrata tempestas nocentemAlitibusqueferisqueprædam;Under a huge hard rock: some angry storme,From waves, with things so full of divers forme,For birds and beasts, spew’d th’up a banefull prey;Tuo severas pectore marmoraDuxêre venas, marmora rupibusDecisa, quas Gætula cælebsDeucalio super arva iecit:The Marble quarry, ’mid’st the raging Sea,It’s rigid veynes, from thy rough bosome drew;Marble, from those rocks hewne,DeucalionthrewOverGætulianfields:MegarafirstTe sede primum livida regiâMegæra fixit: Tisiphone deditSceptrum cruentandum feraqueImposuit Diadema fronti; &Fix’d th’in thy regall seat, on thee accurstThenTisiphonthe Scepter did bestow,And set the Diadem on thy savage brow:Regale nuper cum premeres eburAdsedit altis fulta curulibus,Et per Palæstinos TyrannisExplicuit sua signa campos.And as thy princely Ivory, of lateThou proudly lean’dst upon, close by thee sateWith stately columnes prop’d, fell tyrannie,Her Ensignes, who throughPalestinelet fly:Tremensque& atrum sanguine â manuTelum coruscans secum Odia, & Minas,Cædemque & insanos tumultus,Funeraque& populorum iniquasAnd her black sword with bloudy trembling handDid brandish round, when straight at her commandHatreds, and strifes appear’d, murder and rageThe horrid ruine of the new-borne age,Strages, & indignum excidium retròLactantis ævi traxit, & inclytaRegnorum, inexhaustasque longisCladibus evacuavit urbies.Shee drew along; Tumultuous madness, allThe slaughter’d peoples unjust funerall:Each famous kingdome, inexhausted towneIn a large streame of bloud by her, o’re-throwne.Illam & parentum dira gementiumLamenta, Questusque, & Gemitus retrò,Luctusque vicatim secuti, &Irriguis Lacrymæ catervis.Next followed Her, the plaints, and direfull gronesOf sighing parents, rob’d of their little ones,Whole tydes of teares, sobs, and lamentings greatAnd mourning in each corner of the street.Quòd si caducis decidit amnibusPræsagus imber, quid pluvias sequiCunctantur ultrices procellæ,Et volucrum strepitu quadrigarumBut if this show’r, from this sad cause begun,In too too narrow rivulets doth run;Why doe revenging stormes so much delayTo back the rayne? what doth their fury stay?Why doth the shaken sky with rustling noiseOf the Sun’s chariot, bridle in the voiceIncussus æther pigra tonitrua &Immugientûm fulmina nubiumCompescit, indulgentque metæAëriis vaga tela pennis?Of the slow thunder? why the lightning stopFrom breaking through the clouds with hideous clap?Those ayrie feather’d arrowes in the darkeThat stray, why do they spare their cursed marke?At nil trisulcis AcrocerauniaDejecta flammis, nil Rhodopes jugum,Quassæve peccavêre CautesAemathiæ, risi forté dirumAcrocerauniawith his three-fork’d flame.And that huge Hill the Thracian Queen gave name,Æmathia’scraggy trembling rocks may passeGuiltlesse; they have not sin’d at all, alasse!Inominatis marmora partubusFudêre monstrum: rumpite, rumpiteMonteisque, facundasque RegumFulmina præcipitate rupeis.Unlesse their Marble, with a prodigious birth,This direfull Monster teem’d, t’infest the earth:Breake then the mountaines, break yee lightnings,Throw headlong downe ye fruitfull rocks of Kings.Exspiret auras; occidat, occidatFunestus, execrabilis, efferusSector; crematuramque taxumIpse super cumulumque regniMay hee exspire! oh may the murth’rer fall!Most execrable, cruell, tragicall!Upon his kingdom’s pile, and flaming yewSummum cadaver fumet, & aëraCælumque diro liberet halituFatale monstrum, dissidentûmLudibrium Furiarum, & Orci.Let his high carkasse blaze; the ayre anewMay th’ monster purge from his infectious breath,The mocke of wrangling furyes, and of death.Perrumpe tractus impenetrabileisIgnava tellus, desuper arduâVolvente saxorum ruinâ:Quam pelagus super, & refusisOh breake your entrayles, sluggish earth, and downeLet the high ruins of the rocks be throwne;’Gainst which the waves o’th’raging Sea may roreBis terque Nereus Syrtibus insonet.Audimur. Ingens sidera verberat,Spumamque, limumque, & rapaceisOceanus glomeravit undas:AndNereuswith his Quicksands Boyling o’re:Wee’re heard. The climbing surges strike the starsAnd the big Ocean all her strength prepares;Her foame, and slimy mud sh’hath heap’d togetherDevouring waves toss’d with the worst of weather:Jam nutat æther, jam barathrum propé,Vastisque campi dissidiis hiant:Jam fractus illabetur orbisSacrilego capiti. i, profundaThe firmament doth shake, & Hell so neereThrough the earths large chinks, which gapeth doth appear:The shatt’red world now falls on’s impious head,Inexpiato pollue TartaraTyranni leto: solus & igneumInsume Cocytum, & frementemSulphureis Acheronta ripis.Goe, Tyrant with thy death unpardoned,Even Hell it selfe pollute, possesse, alone,Cocytus, and sulphureousAcheron.Ex ſacro Salomonis Epithalamio.Out ofSolomonsſacred Marriage Song, Cant. 2.Fulcite me floribus, &c.Stay me with flagons, &c.Adiuro vos, filiæ Jeruſalem, ne ſuſcitetis, &c.Ecce iſte venit, ſaliens in montibus, tranſiliens colles, &c.I charge O yee daughters ofJeruſalem, that yee ſtirre not up, nor wake, &c.Behold hee commeth leaping upon the Mountaines &c.Ode 25. Lib. 2.Ode 25. Lib. 2.Me stipate rosariis,Me fulcite crocis, me violariis,Me vallate Cydoniis,Me canis, sociæ, spargite liliis:Nam visi mora NuminisMî sacris animam torret in ignibus.Stay mee with saffron, underneath me setFull banks of Roses, beds of violet;Refresh mee with the choicest fruit, and spreadThe whitest Lillies round about my head:For the delay of the seene-pow’re divineIn sacred flames, consumes this breast of mine.Vos ô, vos ego filiæCælestis Solymæ; vos Galaditides,Vos ô per capreas egoErrantesquejugis hinnuleos precor,Antiqui genus Isaci,Quæ saltus Libani, quæ viridem vagoCarmelum pede visitis,Nymphæ nobilium gloria montium:Yee Daughters of that holy Citie, yee!Yee Sisters! I, ’tis I, that humbly pray!O, I, intreat you, by each Hind, and Roe,That straying o’re the tops of Hills doe goe,Yee stock of ancientIsaac, yee that moveWith nimble foot throughLebanussweet grove,O’reCarmelsfragrant top! yee Nymphs so faireThe glory of the noble Hills that are,Ne vexate tenacibusAcclinem violis: neu strepitu pedum,Neu plausæ sonitu manusPacem solliciti rumpite somnii:Donec sponsa suo levesSomnos ex oculis pollice terserit:DonecLuciceraureusRerum paciferum ruperit otium.Molest not my beloved with your cryes,Amongst the twining Violets that lyes:Doe not with claps of hands, or noise of feet,Awake her, from her carefull slumbers yet:Untill my Spouse, of her owne selfe, shall riseAnd wipe away the soft sleep, from her eyes;Untill the golden day-starre shall releaseAll things from silent rest, and gentle peace.Summis ecce venit jugisFormosæ soboles matris, & unicaFormosi soboles patris:Silvarumquesuper collacomantium,Et intonsum Libani caput,Magnorumquesalit tergacacuminum, acProceras nemorum domosProno transiliens præterit impetu:Behold from tops of yonder hills doth comeThe blessed off-spring of’s faire mothers womb,The only issue of’s bright father too,On the thick tops o’th’ groves doth leaping goe,The unshorne head ofLebanusso hyeHee leaps, and the great backs of Mountaines by,The stately dwellings of the woods hee skips,And down again with nimble foot hee trips:Veloci similis capræQua visis humili in valle leonibus,Per prærupta, per arduaSublimi volucris fertur anhelitu.Like to a frighted, and swift running Roe.Beholding Lions in a vale below,With an amazed haste, and deep fetch’d breathThrough uncouth places runs t’escape his death.Ad Egnatium Nollium.Æquo ſemper rectoqueanimo, adverſus fortunæ inconſtantiam ſtandum eſſe.Ode4.Lib.3.ToEgnatius Nollius.That we ought to be of an even and upright mind, againſt the inconſtancy of fortune.Ode4.Lib.3.Sive te molli vehet aura vento,Sive non planis agitabit undis,Vince Fortunam, dubiasqueNolli,Lude per artes.Art thou blow’n on, with gentle gale,Or in rough waters forc’d to sayle?Still conquer Fortune, make but sportsOf her, and her uncertain Arts.Riserit? vultum generosus aufer.Fleverit? dulci refer ora risu:Solus, & semper tum esse quovisDisce tumultu.Laughs shee? turne bravely away thy face.Weeps shee? bring’t back, with smiling grace:When shee’s most busie, be thou thanRetyr’d, and alwayes thine own man.Ipse te clausus modereris urbemConsul aut Cæsar; quoties minantûmTurba fatorum quatient serenamPectoris arcem.Thus close shut up, thine owne free stateThou best mayst rule, chiefe Magistrate;When the fierce Fates shall most molest,The serene palace of thy brest.Cum leves visent tua tecta casus,Lætus occurres: præeunte luctuFaustitas & pax subeunt eosdemSæpe Penates.When light mischance, thy fort, or theeShall visit; meet it merrily:Good luck, and peace, in that house stayWhere mourning, first, hath led the way.Dextra sors omnis gerit hoc sinistrum,Quòd facit molleis: habet hoc sinistraProsperum, quem nunc ferit, imminenteisDurat in ictus.In dext’rous chance, this hurt we see,It makes us soft: Extremity—This, prosperous hath, wheresoe’re it hits,It hardens, and for danger fits.Ille qui longus fuit, esse magnusDesinit mœror, facilem ferendoFinge Fortunam; levis esse longoDiscit ab usu.The griefe that hath been of such length,Doth ’bate its violence and strength.By bearing much, make fortune freesShee learnes, by custome, light to be.Ad Marcum Silicernium.Veras eſſe divitias, quæ à bonis animi petuntur.Ode6.Lib.3.To Marcus Silicernius.That thoſe are the true riches which are fetch’d from the goods of the mind.Ode6.lib.3.Nunquam præcipiti credulus aleæCum Fatis avidas composui manus,Ut mecum taciti fœdere præliiAequâ pace quiescerent.Arash believer of their ticklish play,With Fates, I ne’re joyn’d greedy hands in hast.From the strict course of private jarres, that theyWith mee, in such an equall peace should rest.Quid Fortuna ferat crastina, nesciam,Hæres ipse neci. Quas dedit, auferet,Non avellet opes, quæ procul extimeSemotæ spatio jacent.I know not what to morrow’s fortune bringsHeire to my selfe alone. The wealth she gaveLyes in my outmost roomes, ’mongst worst of things;Which, without force, she may for taking have.Quæ possunt adimi, non mea credidi;Nunquam pauperior, si mens integer.Regnum,Marce, mei si benè de meisVectigalia censibus—Things can be ta’ne away, I ne’re thought mine;Not poorer I, if mine owne selfe compleat.Ikingdome,Marcus, of my selfe I findIf the great custome of mine owne estate—Intra me numerem. Pars animi latetIngens, divitibus lætior Indiis,Quo non ter spatio longiùs annuoItur navibus, aut equis.Within me I could in just numbers cast.A great part of my mind lyes close, more wideThen the rich Indyes are, to which at mostBut thrice a yeare, we can but sayle or ride.Sed mens assiduum visitur in diemHospes sæpe sui; non ebur, aut novasMercatura dapes, ipsa sui satisDives, si sibi cernitur.But my rich mind, oft to it selfe a guest,By its owne selfe is daily visited;Not ’bout to buy Toyes for a roome, or feast,If of its selfe it’s seen, it’s richly fed.Ad Aurelium Fuſcum.Omnia humana Caduca, incertaque eſſe.Ode12.Lib.3.ToAurelius Fuſcus.That all humane things are fraile and uncertaine.Ode 12. Lib. 3.Si primum vacuis demere corticemRebus.Fusce, velis, cetera diffluuntVernæ more nivis, quæ modò nubiumLeni tabuit halitu.If the first barke,Fuscus, thou would’st but pareFrom empty things, the rest will flow,And vanish quite like vernal snow;Which melts away, with the mild breath o’th’ ayre.Formosis reseces fortia; displicent.Externis trahimur; si malè DardanisRespondens Helenæ pectus amoribusFamosus videat Paris;Valour from beauty sever’d, slowly moves.Meere outsides please: hadParisseeneFaireHelensheart, how foule ’t had beene,How ill requiting to theTrojanLoves,Nusquam per medii prælia NereiVentorumque minas splendida deferatGraii furta thori sed benè mutuoRerum consuluit jugoNe’re, through the midst ofNereusbroyles, had heeOr the winds anger, borne awayO’th’ Grecian bed that beauteous prey.But Nature’s Lord, the mutuall yoke, we see,Naturæ Dominus, quòd niveis nigra,Lætis occuluit tristia. Qui bonaRerum de vario deliget agmine,Consulto sapiet Deo.Of things hath ord’red well, that black with white,Sad things with joyfull cov’red lye.And from this various mixture, heeThe best would choose, from Heav’n must learne the right.Ad Cæſarem Pauſilipium.Regnum ſapientis.Ode3.Lib.4.To Cæſar Pauſilipius.The kingdome of a wiſe man.Ode3.Lib.4.Latè minaces horruimus LethiRegnare Thracas. Latius imperat,Qui solus, exemptusque vulgoCerta sui tenet arma voti.The large-commanding Thracians weeHave fear’d. More large command hath hee,Who all alone himselfe retyres,And keepes sure guard o’re his desires.Imbelle pectus parce fidelibusMunire parmis; neu latus asperoLorica cinctu, neu decorumArcus amet pharetraque collum.Thy unwarlike breast, with shield of proofeForbeare to fortifie; throw offFrom thy unpractic’d sides the shirtOf Mayle, so hard about thee girt.Let not the Quiver and the bowSuch homage to thy soft neck doe.An Cimber, an te lectus ab ultimisPictus Britannis ambiat, an Geta,Nil allabores; ipse miles,Ipse tibi pugil, ipse Ductor.Whether’t beeDane, orPict, ta’ne outFrom farthestBrittaine, hems th’aboutOrGoth, ne’re labour much to knowThine owne Commander, Champion too.Exile regnum,Pausilipi, sumus:Sed se obsequentem qui sibi subdidit,Hic grande fecit, si suasmetIpse roget peragatque leges.Wee are—’tis true a kingdome small;But,Pausilipius, hee that shallHis flatt’ring selfe, t’ himselfe subdue,A businesse great doth undergoe;If his owne lawes hee can perswade,And doth performe them being made,Armata Regem non faciet cohors,Non tincta vulgi purpura sanguine,Aut nobili stellatus auroFrontis apex, teretique gemmâ.An host, makes no Kings title good,Nor Robes deepe dy’d in peoples blood.A high brow set with starrs of gold,Or Jems more glorious to behold.Rex est, profanos qui domuit metus:Qui cùm stat unus, castra sibi facit;Casumquefortunamque pulchroProvocat assiduus duello.Non ille vultum fingit ad improbiDecreta vulgi, non populariaTheatra, non illum trophæa,Non volucri movet aura plausu.Beatus, à quo non humilem gravisFortuna vocem, non tumidam levisExpressit umquam curiosisDum tacitus premit ora fatis.Hee who hath tam’d all coward feares,And his owne Guard himselfe prepares,Who practic’d, in faire combate, firstDares Chance and Fortune do their worst;That man’s a King. Hee doth not faineHis lookes to th’ votes o’th’ vulgar straine,The popular stage, and publike showesNe’re moves him, nor the ayre that blowesWith swift applause; Hee’s blest whosesprite,Fall Fortune sad, or fall she light,Hath ne’re exprest, to th’standers by,A low complaint, or haughty cry;But, lest the curious Fates displease—Hee should, holds modestly his peace.Ad prima si quis vulnera non gemit,Solo peregit bella silentio:Celare qui novit sinistros,Ille potest benè ferre casus.At’s first wounds, who nor grones, nor quakes,A Conquest with his silence makes:Hee that mischance knowes how to hide,The worst of ills, can best abide.Ille, & caducis se licet undiqueSuspendat auris pontus, & in caputUnius & flammas, & undam, &Vertat agens maria omnia Auster,Hee, though the Sea should every whereHang up its waves i’th’ flitting ayre;And the rough winds on him, should presseFlames mix’d with billowes, nay whole Seas,Rerum ruinas, mentis ab arduàSublimis aulà, non sine gaudioSpectabit, & latè ruentiSubjiciens sua collo cæloFrom the high Court of’s lofty mindI’th’ midst o’th’ ruine, sport can find;Sets to his neck to th’ falling skye,Mundum decoro vulnere fulciet;Interquecæli fragmina, lugubreTelluris insistet sepulchrum, acIncolumis morientis æviAnd props the world most valiantly:To the now gasping Age safe heyre,Leans on the Earth’s sad sepulchre,Whence, ’midst the fragments of the skye,Heres, ab alto prospiciet, magisHæc magnæ quam sint quæ pedibus premit,Quàm quæ relinquet; jam tum OlympiNon dubius moriturus hospes.Hee sees most clearly from on hye,How much more great those things appeare,Hee treads on, then indeed they are,Being then prepar’d, and ready drestTo dyeOlympuscertaine guest.Quò cùm volentem fata reduxerint,Nil interest, an morbus, an hosticusImpellat ensis, quò supremumUrget itur. Semel advehemurWhere, when by th’ Fates hee’s gladly brought,Whether disease, it matter’s not,Or enemies sword, doth thrust him on,When his last journey he must run.Quam navigamus semper in insulamSeu lata magnis stravimus æquoraRegis carinis; seu Quirites,Exiguâ vehimur phaselo.To th’ Port wee are but once brought inTo which w’have alwayes sayling bin:Whether, as mighty Princes, weeIn gallant ships have spread the Sea;Or, as the common sort of men,In smaller Barks, have carryed been.Illo beatum margine me meusExponat asser. Cur ego sistereAeterno reformidens quietusLittore, si peritura linquam?May my poore bottome to that brinkeMee happy bring; why should I shrinke—Safe on th’Aeternall shore to stand,If with such trash I can shake hand?Ad Q. Delliam.Non tam populari exemplo, quâm potius rationis ductu vitam eſſe inſtituendam.To Q. Dellius.That our life ought not to bee inſtituted ſo much by popular example, as by the guiding of reaſon.Ode10.Lib.4.Ode10.Lib.4.Delli, si populo duceVita degenerem carpimus orbitam,Erramus, procul arduisVirtus se nimium seposuit jugis.Illuc quò via tritior,Hoc est certa minùs. Longus inutiliError nectitur ordine:Et mores populum, non ratio trahit.Weeerre (myDellius) if wee takeThat baser path of life, the people make;In highest and remotest HillsVertue sequesters up her selfe, and dwells.There where the way more beaten lyes,Lesse certaine, and more slipp’ry alwayes ’tis.From fruitlesse order, errours grow;Custome, not reason, drawes the people now.Casu vivitur, & viamNon metam premimus, quà præeuntiumPer vestigia civiumInsanæ strepitus plebis, & improbæVoces invidiæ vocant.Exemplis trahimur & trahimus retrò,Soli nemo sibi est malus,Nulli vita sua est: dum vaga posteroTubam turba premit gradu,Sunt primi exitio sæpè sequentibus.Men live by Chance, our time we spendI’th’ way, like Truants, and forget the end,Where ’mid’st the throng of passers by,The noyse of the mad rout, the hatefull cryOf envy, calls, wee’re drawne amaineB’example; others wee draw back againe;No man is ill to himselfe alone,Nor no mans life is onely call’d his owne.Whil’st that the rambling rout treads o’reWith after steps, the heeles of them before,They that goe formost are design’dA mischiefe oft to those that come behind.Me Parnassus & integerPlebeiis Helicon cætibus eripitSublimem; undè vagantiumErrores animorum, & malè desidisVulgi damna patent. juvatEx alto intrepidum colle jacentiàDespectare pericula, &Cantum non propriis vivere casibus.Pernassus, and chasteHeliconSublimes and takes mee from the vulgar throng:From whence, the false mistakes I viewAnd wandring mindes of the too slothfull crew;And from on hye I fearelesse see,With sport, the dangers that below me lye;Thus warily with joy I live,And by, other mens mischances I can thrive.Ad Sigiſmundum Lætum.Gloriæ inanis deſpicientiam & ſilentium commendat.Ode 11. l. 4.To Sigiſmundus Lætus.Hee Commends the deſpiſing of vaine-glory, and ſilence.Od. 11. Lib. 4.Læte, quid cassis sequimur fugacemGloriam telis? fugit illa MauriMore, vel Parthi, regeritque ab ipsoVulnera tergo.Why fleeting glory follow wee,Lætus, with weapons all in vaine?When like a Moore, or Parthian, sheeFlyes at her backe with wounded Trayne.Hospes unius negat esse tectiGarrulus vulgi favor: hîc inaniAure rumores legit, inde verisFalsa remiscet.The Talking-peoples love, denyesUnder one roofe a guest to fix:With’s empty care, one takes up lyes,And them with truths, doth subt’ly mix,Hîc velut nidum positurus hæsit,Mox ubi vano vacuum tumultuPectus illusit, tacitis in altumSubsilit alis,Another sticks, and thinkes to buildHis nest: but when he plainly seesHis empty breast with noise beguild,Aloft with silent wings, hee flees.Vera laus sciri fugit. ipse pulcherSe suâ Titan prohibet videriLuce: qui totus potuit latere,Major habetur.True praise would not be knowne; the SunForbids from being seen belowBy his own light: and hee that canEcclipse himselfe, doth brighter show.Qui premit sacram taciturnitatePectoris gazam; benè non silentiTutus in vulgo benè suspicaciRegnat in aulâ.Hee that in silence, of his mindThe sacred Treasury containes;Safety i’th’ vulgar noyse doth find:In’s doubtfull Court, and wisely raignes.Præterit mutas benè cymba ripas;Quæ simul raucis strepuêre saxis,In latus cautam sapiens mementoAvertere proram.Still banks thy Pinnace well may passe.But when with hoarse rocks they do roare,Remember wisely to forecastAnd turn’t aside with wary Oare.Ad Ianum Libinium.Solitudinem ſuam excuſat.Ode12.Lib4.To Ianus Libinius.Hee excuſes his retyredneſſe.Ode12.Lib.4.Quid me latentem sub tenui lareDudum moretur, cùm mihi civiumAmica certatim patescantAtria, sæpe rogasLibini.What ’tis detaines me here, and why—I hide my selfe from every eye.How in so poore a house I spendMy houres, y’have often ask’d me, friend;When the free Courts of free-borne men,Fall out, which first shall let me in.Me plenus, extra quid cupiam? meoIn memet ipsum clausus ab ostio,In se recedentis revisoScenam animi vacuumquerelustroI enjoy my selfe, what need I more?Of every sense I lock the dore;And close shut up, a taske I findIn the retyring house o’th’ mind:Vitæ theatrum, sollicitus meiSpectator, an quæ fabula prodiiMatura procedam, & supremoNuminis excipienda plausu.The Theatre of my life I viewMy owne spectator and iudge too—Whether the tale I first begunIn well digested Acts I’ue spun;In every scene, if every clauseGoes neatly off, with heav’ns applause:Omnes recenset numen, & approbatVel culpat actus: quo mea judiceSi scena non levè peracta est,Sim populo sine teste felix.Each Action scan’d, is there set freeOr sentenc’d by authoritie—If there, withwell DoneI escape,I’me blest without the peoples clap.Odi loquacis compita gloriæPlebeia: quam cùm fama faventibusEvexit auris, sæpe missoInvidiæ stimulata telo,Aut invidentûm territa vocibus,Parùm obstinatis & malè fortibusDimittit alis. Illa nudamPlangit humum, lacerosquesaxisAffligit artus. Me meliùs tegatPrivata virtus, & populariaNumquam volaturum per oraCelet iners sine laude tectum.I hate the common road of praise,Or what the gaping vulgar raise,Which with a pleasant gale a whileFame hurries, but doth soone beguile:Now Envie’s sting it feeles, ere longTh’Artillery of some spightfull tongue:Thus chac’d, with weak’ned wings it dyes;Or torne, on the bare ground it lyes.A private fame, a meane house, whereI live conceal’d from popular ayre,Best fits my mind, and shelters me:Semota laudem si meruit, vetatAudire virtus. tutiùs invidiLonginqua miramur: propinquisLævus amat comes ire Livor.Vertue t’her owne praise deafe should be.Our emulation, things a farre off command,But Envy haunts things that are neere at hand.Ad Cæſarem Pauſilippium.Adverſa conſtanti animo ferenda eſſe.Ode13.Lib.4.To Cæſar Pauſilippius.That adverſity is to bee endured with a conſtant mind.Ode 13. l. 4.Si quæ flent mala lugubresAuferrent oculi, SidoniisegoMercarer benè lacrymasGemmis, aut teretum merce monilium,At ceu rore seges viret,Sic crescunt riguis tristia fletibus.Urget lacryma lacrymam;Fecundusquesui se numerat Dolor.Quem fortuna semel virumUdo degenerem lumine viderit,Illum sæpè ferit; malaTerrentur tacito fatæ silentio.Ne te, ne tua fleverisQuæ tu, care, vocas,Pausilipi, mala,Quam pellunt lacrymæ, foventSortem: dura negant cedere mollibus.Siccas si videat genas,Duræ cedet hebes sors patientiæ.If mournfull eyes could but preventThe evils they so much lamentSidonian Pearles, or Gems more rare,Would be too cheap for ev’ry teare.But moyst’ned woes grow fresh, and new,As Come besprinkled with the dew.Teare followes teare, and fruitfull griefeHath from it selfe, its owne reliefe.The man whom Fortune doth espyWith drooping spirit, and moyst’ned eye,Shee, often strikes; ill Fate, amaineRuns Scarr’d no notice being ta’ne.Bewayle not then thy selfe, deare friend,Or evills that on thee attend;What they expell, teares cherish oft;Hard things deny to yeild to soft.Mischance is conquered, when she spiesA valiant patience with dry eyes.Ad Criſpum Lævinium.Rogatus cur ſæpè per viam caneret, reſpondet.Ode44.BLib4.To Criſpus Lævinius.Being aſked why hee ſung ſo often as hee travailed, hee anſwers.Ode44.BLib.4.Cum meam nullis humeros onustusSarcinis tecum patriam revisoLætus, & parvo mihi cumque divesCanto viator.As cheerefully I walke with thee,My shoulders from all burdens free.Our native soyle again to seeRich to my selfe I sing,Tu siles mœstùm: tibi cura MusasDemit, & multi grave pondus auri.Quæque te quondam male fida rerumTurba relinquet.Whil’st care strikes thee, and thy Muse dumb,The heavy weight of thy vast summe,Or what estate in time to comeThe faithlesse rout may bring.Dives est qui nil habet; illa tantùmQuæ potest certâ retinere dextrâ,Seque fert secum vaga quò, migrareJussit egestas.Hee’s rich that nothing hath; Hee thatIn’s certaine hand holds his estate,That makes himselfe his constant mateWhere need commands him go;Quid mihi, qui nil cupiam, deessePossit? umbro si placet unaPindiVallis: ô sacrum nemus, ô jocosaRura Camœna!What can I want, that nought desire?ThenPindusvale, I reach no higher:O sacred Grove! O pleasant quireIn those coole shades below!Quæ meos poscet via cunquegressus,Delphici mecum, mea regna, collesItis, & fessum comitante circum-Sistitis umbrâ.What paths soe’re my steps inviteYe Delphian hills, my sole delightDoe goe with mee; in weary plight,And veyle me with good grace.Me Gothus sævis religet catenis,Me Scythes captum rapiat; solutâMente, vobiscum potero tremendosVisere Reges.Let th’Gothhis strongest chaines prepare,TheScythianhence mee captive teare,My mind being free with you, I’le stareThe Tyrants in the face.Ad Munatium.Nihil in rebus humanis non tædio plenum eſſe.Ode15.Lib.4.To Munatius.That nothing in humane affaires is not full of tediouſneſſe.Ode 15. l. 4.Nil est,Munati, nil, iterùm canam,Mortale, nil est, immedicabilisImmunetædî. Clarus olimSol proavis atavisque nobis,NothingMunatius, nothing I sing’t againe,That’s mortall, nothing from th’ uncured paineOf tediousnesse is free. The SunWhich bright to our forefathers shoneParùm salubris, nec maculâ reusDamnatur unâ; quicquid in arduoImmortale mortalesOlympoVidimus, invidiæ caducâTo us, but little healthfull, doth appeare,And though not guilty of one spott, not cleare:Whatsoe’re immortall thing we seeIn highOlympus, silly weeFuscamus umbrâ. non placet incolisQui Sol avitis exoritur jugis;Aut prisca quæ dudum paternamLuna ferit radiis fenestram.Doe over-cast with Envy’s shade; here oneFrom his owne native Hills the rising Sun.Disclaimes; or th’ancient Moone, that strikesHer beames through’s fathers glasse, dislikes.Cælo quotannis, & patriis levesMigramus arvis; hunc tepidæ vocantBrumæ Batavorum, huic apriciAusoniæ placuêre soles.Each yeare we change our ayre, and soyle, so light;Him,Hollandswarmer Climate doth invite:Another differs, and doth cryAusonia’s clearer Suns please mee.Frustrà; fideles si dominum retròMorbi sequuntur, nec tacitus DolorAbsistit, aut Veiente curru,Aut Venetâ comes ire cymbâ.In vaine all this, if faithfull sicknessesWait close behind; if secret griefes ne’re cease,All’s one, whether in ChariotThou goest, or in Venetian boat.Tandemque nobis exulibus placentRelicta; certam cui posuit domumVirtus, huic nunquam paternæFumus erit lacrymosus aulæ.Poore exiles! then, things left doe please us most,Who a sure building can from vertue boast,To him the smoke of’s father’s HallDoth never hurt his eyes at all.Virtus agresti dives in otioSese ipsa claudit finibus in suisPlerumque, & insonti quietumIn paleâ solium reclinat.Vertue oft-times, rich in a rustick easeConfines her selfe to her owne private blisse;And in the guiltlesse straw, her throneWith great delight can leane upon.Ad Ieſum Opt. Max.Ex ſacro Salomonis Epithalamio.Out ofSolomon’s ſacred Marriage Song.Chap. 1. 7.Indica mihi quem diligit anima mea, ubi paſcas, ubi cubes in meridie.Tell mee (ô thou whom my ſoule loveth) where thou feedeſt, where thou makeſt thy flocks to reſt at noone, &c.παραφραστικῶς.Ode 19. Lib. 4.Od. 19. Lib. 4.Dicebas abiens: Sponsa vale; simulVicisti liquidis nubila passibus.Longam ducis, Jesu,In desideriis moram.Thou said’st, farewell my Spouse, & went’st awayMore fleet then Clouds with liquid paces stray:Oh what a longing, Jesu thusWith thy delay thou mak’st in us?Ardet iam medio summa dies polo,Jam parcit segeti messor, & algidasPastor cum grege valleis,Et picta volucres petunt.’Tis now high noone, the scorching Sun doth burneI’th’ mid’st o’th’ pole, the mower spares the corne,The Shepheard, with his flocks, is glad—And painted birds, to seeke coole shade.At te quæ tacitis destinet otiisO Jesu regio? quis mihi te locusCæcis invidet umbris,Aut spissâ nemorum coma?But Jesu! whereartthou? what region’s blestBy holding thee so long in silent rest?What darksome shade denyes my love?Or with thick boughs what shady Grove?Scirem quo jaceas cespite languidus,Quis ventus gracili præflet anhelitu,Quis rivus tibi gratoSomnum prætereat sono;Knew I on what green Turfe thou dost reposeThy fainting limbs; what wind with soft breath blowes’What streame, with bubling, passing byDisturbs thy sleep, or wakens thee;Ah! nè te nimio murmure suscitentNostræ diluerent flumina lacrymæ,Et suspiria crudisMiscerentur Etesiis.Oh! lest the too much noise should raise thee, IWould let fall streams of teares should qualifie;My warmer sighes thou mix’d should’st findWith the cold blasts o’th’ Easterne wind.Ex ſacro Salomonis Epithalamio.Out ofSalomon’s ſacred marriage ſong.En dilectus meus loquitur mihi: Surge, propera amica mea, columba mea, formoſa mea, & veni. Iam enim hiems tranſiit, imber abiit & receſſit. &c.My beloved ſpake and ſaid unto mee, riſe up my love, my Dove, my faire one, and come away; for loe the winter is paſt, the raine is over and gone: the flowers appeare on the earth, the time of ſinging of birds is come, and the voice of the Turtle is heard in our Land. The fig tree putteth forth, &c.Ode21.Lib.4.Ode21.Lib.4.Fallor? an Elysii lævâ de parte SereniMe mea vita vocat!Surge soror, pulchris innectito lora columbis;Pulchrior ipsa superScande rotas, Libaniquelevem de vertice currum,Has, age flecte domos.Ad tua decidu fugiunt vestigia nimbi,Turbidus imber abiît:Ipsa sub innocuis mitescunt fulmina plantis,Ipsa virescit hiems.Do I mistake? or from Elyzium cleareMy life’s call doe I heare?Sister arise, and harnesse thy sweet paireOf Doves, thy selfe more faire;Mount and drive hither, here let thy Chariot stop,FromLibanushye top;At thy approach the falling showres doe fly,Tempestuous stormes passe by,The lightning’s quench’d under thy harmlesse feet,Winter turnes Spring to see’t.Interea sacris aperit se scena viretisSub pedibusquetibiAltera floret humus, alterquevagantia lætusSidera pascit ager.Hic etiam trepidi pendent è rupibus hædi,Præcipitesquecapræ;Hinnuleique suis, passim dum flumina tranant,Luxuriantur aquis.While in the sacred Green, a bow’re we seeDoth spread it selfe for thee.The Earth new Turff’s it selfe for thee to tread,The straying starrs fresh fields make glad.Here with their dams, of Kids th’amazed flocksHang on steep sides of Rocks;Here as they swim, the wanton Hinds do playIn the coole streames all day.It Leo cum Pardo viridis de colle SaniriMitis uterque regi,Cumque suo passim ludunt in montibus agnoExsuperantque juga.Plurimus hos circum tacito pede labitur amnis,Pumicibusque cavisPer violas lapsæ per declives hyacinthos,Exspatiantur aquæ.Lenè fluunt rivi, muscosis lenè susurrusMurmurat è scopulis.In vitrio pisces saliunt hilares crystallo,Dulcè queruntur aves.The Lion with the Libard downe is l’edTame and well governed;Each with his Lamb about the Mountaines skip,O’re Hills they lightly trip.By these a spacious brooke doth slowly glide,Which with a spreading tydeThrough bending Lilyes, banks of VioletsFrom th’hollow Pumice sweats.The rivers gently flow, and a still soundFrom mossie Rocks doth bound.The sporting fish dance in the christall Mayne,The Birds sweetly complaine,Nec verò, si mœsta placent saletia cæloFlebile murmur abest:Nam sibi dum vestro regemunt ex orbe palumbes,Huc sonus ille venit.Sic dum se viduo solatur Carmine turtur,Gaudia nostra placent.The ayre, if dolefull comforts please, doth ringWith mournfull murmuring.For when the Doves eccho each others cryThat sound doth hither fly.As they with widowed notes themselves do please,Just so, our joyes increase.Cetera non desunt, pronis vindemia pendetOfficiosa botris,Hîc etiam vulgò violas, albentia vulgóUngue ligustra leges:Ipsa tibi, leti succos oblita priores,Mitia poma cadent:Ipsæ maturâ labentur ab arbore ficus,Percutientquesinum.No want appeares; th’officious Vine doth standWith bending clusters to our hand.Here, thou shalt pick sweet Violets, and thereFresh Lillyes all the yeare:The Apple ripe drops from its stalke to thee,From tast of death made free.The luscious fruit from the full Figtree shallInto thy bosome fall.Intereà falcem vindemia nescit, aratrumSaucia nescit humus.Ipsæ sponte virent segetes, innoxius ipseMessibus albet ager.Præbent Hospitium platani: præbet formososGraminis herba toros.Cædua Pãchæos sudant opobalsama nimbos;Et genialis odorAspirat quoties, nutantibus hinc atque illincIngruit aura comit.Meane while, the Vine no pruning knife doth know,The wounded earth no plow.The Corne growes green alone, and th’unhurt landDoth white with harvest stand.The grasse affords a stately bed, the PlaneSpreads thee to entertaine.Arabian mists sweat from the gummy treeOf Balme, and all for thee;Which through the ayre, a rich perfume doe throw,Fann’d with each neighb’ring bough.Surge; quid indignos ducis per tædia soles?Surge, age, cara soror.Ecce tuis ipsæ iam circum fræna columbæIngemuêre moris.Huc age, formosas formosior ipsa columbasHospita flecte furor.Arise my Sister deare, why dost thou stay,And spend th’unwilling day?Behold thy harness’d Doves, at thy delayDoe sigh, come, drive away.Put on, and hither drive thy beauteous paireOf Doves, thy selfe more faire.AdIanuſsiumSkuminum.Cùm conjugi chariſſimæ juſta perſolveret.παραφραστικῶς.ToIanuſiusSkuminus.When hee performed the Funerall obſequies of his moſt deare Wife.παραφραστικῶς.Ode30.Lib.4.Ode 30. Lib. 4.Si tibi pollicitum numen, si fata fuissentÆternos fere conjugis annos;Jure per assiduos (procerum fortissime) fletusEreptam quererêre,Janussi.Quem Pietas quem non moveat non tristibus unquamArx animi concussa procellisEt pudor, & proni niveo de pectore sensus,Et Regina modestia morum,Aut bona sedulitas, aut non incauta futuriPræsagæ solertia montis?What though the Gods have promis’d she shall beeEnfranchis’d to Eternity?Yet (valiant Sir) so great a losse still cryesFor a just tribute from your eyes;View but her pious mind, that tow’re of stateNot shaken by sad stownes of Fate,Her humble innocent soule, her guiltlesse feare,Her modesty chiefe Regent there;The prudent thrift of her presaging mindHer constant zeale, pure and refin’d;And who can then forbeare t’embalme her HearseWith the daily precious dew of teares?Provida sed longam magnis virtutibus ævumNon audent promittere fata:Nec possunt, si quæ maturavére, profanisAstra diu committere terris.Nunc adeò parces longis onerare querelisDepositum repetentia magnum,Ingentes animi gazas, & robur, & aureoIncoctum benè pectus honesto.Tis not in Fate to promise length of dayes,To things of such esteeme and praise;Nor can the starrs suffer so ripe a birthTo be long sullied with dull earth.Load not the Heavens then with unjust complaints,For taking back one of their Saints.The courage of her richly temp’red breastMade her for them a fitter guest:Such jewells of her mind sparkle about herThe starres themselves can’t shine without her.Sic Tanaquil, sic quæ cunctantem Claudia rexitVirgineâ cervice Cybellen,Quæque maritali successit Thessala fato,Et Latiis vaga Clœlia ripis;Ante diem raptæ vivunt post funera, vatumPerpetuos in carmine fastos.ThusTanaquil; thusClaudia’s virgin bandSteer’d the unwilling Barke to land.Thus shee, that durst her Husbands fate abide,AndCloeliaoverTiber’styde;Too early crop’d, survive in Poesie,And keepe perpetuall jubilie.Illa quidẽ non, si surdos ad carmina ManesOrpheâ testudine vincam,Eductas adamante fores, & ahenea rumpatElysiii pomœria muri,Reddaturquetibi. Stat nulli janua voto,Nullis exorata Poëtis.’Tis not in Art to fetch her back againe,Or charme the spirits withOrpheusstraine,To breake the bars of Adamant or scaleThe Rampiers of th’ Elysian wall,No Orisons prevaile, sent from the breastOf greatApollo’s choisest Priest.Sunt tamen exiles insigni in limine rimæQuà possint arcana videri,Hæc ego si nullos falluntinsomniamaneis,Aut vidi, aut vidisse putaviErrantem campo in magno, quem gemmea circumPerspicuis stant mœnia portis:Yet in the arched entrance chinks there bee,Which may befriend the covetous eye;Through these to th’hidden mysteries I peep,And (if the spirits nor dream, nor sleep)I saw, or else me thoughts, I there had seeneHer, wandring o’re a Spacious Greene,With walls of Diamond, gates of purest glasse,No Chrystall more transparent was:Each blade of grasse was gold, each tree was there,A golden Periwig did weare.Auro prata virent; arbor crinitur in aurum;Crispantur violaria gemmis,Quæ nec Apellæus liquor, nec pulchra trigoniAssimulent mendacia vitri.The swelling banks of Violets did curleThemselves with Gems, and Orient Pearle;The glorious nothing, of theTrigonglasse—And allApellesArt, which passe.Centum ibi formosis in vallibus HeroïnæAeternum Pæana frequentant.Stant virides campo stellæ, madidisque coruscaConnivent sibi sidera flammis.Through the sweet vales a Quire of Damsels singEternall Pæans to their King.The stars with sparkling light stand round I see,Twinkling to their shrill melodie.Illa inter medias parvo comitata nepoteEt roseo vivacior ore,Ibat ovans, grandemquesibi, grandemque nepotiNectebat de flore coronam.Her and her tender darling, then I spy,I’th’ mid’st of that blest company;With looks more fresh and sweet, then are the RosesOf which her Garlands shee composes—Two flowry Chaplets, which with Gems set roundHer owne andNephew’stemples crown’d.Cetera me vetuit magni caligo sereniMortali percurrere visu.Nectu plura velis; satis est, cui fata dederuntAeternis mutasse caduca.But here a veyle was drawne, I must not prieNor search too farre with mortall eye,Nor would you more. It may suffice that sheeHath chang’d fraile flesh for blest Eternitie.Ad Albertum Turſcium.De ſuis ſomniis & lyricis.Ode32.Lib.4.ToAlbertus Turſcius.Of his Dreames, and Lyricks.Ode32.Lib.4.Tursci, seu brevior mihiSeu pernox oculos composuit sopor,Pennas Somnia lævibusAffigunt humeris; jamque virentiaLatus prata superuolo,Quà se cumque novum mollè tumentibusCampis explicuit nemus,Herbosæque patet scena superbiæ:VVhether a shorter sleep, or whetherA long one (Turscius) joyns mine eyes togetherIn my soft dreames, me thinks, I seeTo my light shoulders wings set on, and IWith joy transported, upward soare,The flowry Meddowes, and the pastures o’re;Where the greene Grove its coole shade yeildsTo th’stately grasse plotts, and ripe swelling fields:Mox & nubibus altior,Mistus flumineis ales oloribus;Vivos despicio lacus,Et dulci volucrem carmine mentior.Jam tunc nubila, jam mihiBlandis dissiliunt fulmina cantibus;Et quæ plurima circuitCollum, puniceâ vincior Iride.Straight, ’mid’st the river Swans, up hyerA winged fowle above the cloudes I’aspire;The lively Lakes below, I sleight,And with sweet straines a bird I counterfeit.See, now me thinkes, the cloudes in throngsThe lightning leaps too, at my ravishing songs;Irisabout my neck hangs round,And with her divers colour’d bow, I’me bound.Idem jam vigil, & meus,Non ingrata simul somnia dispuli,Cùm ter mobilibus lyramPercussi digitis, immemor & ducisNil sectator Horatii,Sublimis liquidum nitor in aëra;Et nunc littera, nunc vagasSiccis trajiciens passibus insulas,Nil mortale mei gero, &Jam nil sollicito debeo ponderi.Being now my selfe, and newly wak’d,My not unwelcome dreames, just now off shak’d;Thrice o’re my Lute, I scarce had runWith nible finger neat division;RemembringHorace, Thee, my guide,When my high Genius through th’ayre doth ride;Now o’re the scatt’red Islands, thenO’re Seas, with dry feet passing back again;Nothing that’s mortall of mee, nowI beare, and nought to my dull bulke I owe.Tursci, sæpè tamen monesOlim ne veteri clarior IcaroVeris fabula casibusMutem Parrhasii nomina Balthiri.Frustra; nam memor Icari,Addo stultitiæ consilium brevi:Nam, seu dormio, me torus;Seu scribo, stabili sella tenet situ.YetTursciusthou hast often told,And warn’d mee, lest thenIcarusof oldBy a true fall indeed, I makeA lowder tale, and change the name o’th’Lake.In vaine: Remembring Him, I hadA care, and counsell, to my folly, add:For when I sleep, in bed I lye,And if I write, my secure chaire holds mee.Ad Quintum Tiberinum.Ode 34. Lib. 4.ToQuintus Tiberinus.Ode34.Lib.4.Divitem numquam,Tiberine, dices,Cuius Eois potiora glebisRura, fortunæ sine fæce pulcherRivus inaurat;Thou shalt notTiberinus, callHim rich, whose every Acre shallOutvie the Easterne glebe, whose fieldFaire Fortune’s clearest streame doth gild.Quem per insigneis geniale cerasStemma claravit; vaga quem per urbesQuem per & gentes radiante vexitGloria curru.Nor him, whose birth, and pedigreeIs fam’d abroad by’s Heraldrie;Hee who by fleeting glory’s hurldIn his rich Chariot through the world:Pauper est, qui se caret; & superbèIpse se librans, sua rura latamAddit in lancem, socioquefallensPondus in auro,He’s poore that wants himselfe, yet weighsProudly himselfe; in this scale layesHis lands, in th’other broad one, by,The false weight of his gold doth lye,Ceteris parvus, sibi magnus uni,Ipse se nescit, pretioque falsaPlebis attollit, propriaquese mi-ratur in umbrâ.Great to himselfe, to others small,That never knowes himselfe at all,As the false people raise him higher,Himselfe in’s shadow hee’l admire.Splendidam verâsineluce gazam,Turgidum plenâ sine laude nomenMitte; te solo,Tiberine, discesEsse beatus.The fairest Gemme without true light,Without true praise great titles, flight:BlestTiberinus, and most freeIn thy selfe alone thoul’t learne to bee.Ad Paulum Coſlovium.Ode35.Lib.4.ToPaulus Coſlovius.Ode35.Lib.4.Iam pridem tepido veris anhelituAfflarunt reduces arva Favonii;Jam se florida vernisPingunt prata coloribus:The Westerne winds, with the warm breath o’th’Spring,Returne, and o’re our fields their soft gales fling;The flowry-garnish’d Meadowes by,With freshest colours painted lye.Stratus frugiferis ViliaCpuppibusGrato præter abit rura silentio,Quamvis proximus omniCollis personet alite;The River, which the gainfull ships so throng,With welcome silence gently glides along,Although the neighbouring Hill doth ringWith the shrill notes of birds that sing;Quamvis & viridi pastor ab aggereDicat gramineâ carmina fistulâ.Et qui navita debetPlenis otia carbasis.Although the Swaine, on the green bank that sitsOld Sonnets with his Oaten Pipe repeats,Although the Seaman doth not faileAt length to strike his full blowne sayle.Æquat Palladiis,Paulle, laboribusInterpone vices. Cras simul aureoSol arriserit oreSummorum juga montium,To thyPalladianlabours interposeSuch changesPaullus; when the Sun forth showesAnd with his golden presence smilesOn the hye tops of highest Hills,Scandemus viridis terga Luciscii,Quà celsâ tegitur plurimus ilice,Et se prætereuntûmAudit murmura fontium.Wee’l mount the back of greenLuciscus, whereHee’s thickest set with tallest Okes, and heareThe bubbling noise of streames that flowFrom Fountaines that close by him goe.Illinc è medio tota videbiturNobis VilnaCjugo; tota videbiturQuæ Vilnam sinuosisAmbit Vilia flexibus.Thence from the midst o’th’hill allVilnaCshallOur prospect be; our eye shall lower fall—OnVilia’s cooler streames, that wind,And with embracesVilnabind.Illinc picta procul quæ radiantibusFulgent fana tholis, & geminam superDespectabimus arcem,Magni regna Palæmonis.From thence, farre off, the Temples wee’l behold,And radiant Scutcheons all adorn’d with gold;Then wee’l looke o’re that double towre,Th’extent of greatPalæmon’s pow’re.Ut longo faciles Pacis in otioSe tollunt populi! nam tria tertioSurrexêre sub annoPriscis templa Quiritibus;How in a settled peace, and kingdomes restThe easie people raise themselves, so blest!Three Temples in three yeares w’have seenTo th’Citizens have reared been;Et quà conspicuis se GediminiaJactant saxa jugis, & Capitolium,Et quæ tecta superbisIntrant nubila turribus.WhereGediminianRocks themselves extollWith their plaine tops, and then the Capitol,Those buildings, whose proud turrets stretchThemselves to th’Cloudes, and stars doe reach:Auget magna, Quies: exiguus laborIn majus modico provenit otio.Hinc & terga virentûmLatè prospice collium.Great things to greater growth doe thus increase,And with least paines, improve themselves by peace.Here, tops of Hills, themselves behold,In all their flowry pride unfold.Quæ nunc mobilibus nutat Etesiis,Segni cana stetit sub nive populus:Qui nunc defluit, altàHæsit sub glacie latex:The Poplar now that shakes, when th’East winds blowStood cloth’d in gray, under the ling’ring snow:The Springs that now so nimbly rise,Were all of late lock’d up, in Ice:Qui nunc purpureis floret ager rosis,Immoto sterilis delituit gelu:Verno quæ strepit ales,Hiberno tacuit die.The fields that now with blushing Roses spread,Lay barren, and in hardest frost all hid:The birds which chirping sit i’th’Spring;When Winter comes, forget to sing.Ergò rumpe moras, & solidum gravîCuræ deme diem, quem tibi candidusSpondet vesper, & albisCras Horæ revehent equis.Breake off delayes then, and from grievous careA constant day, set by; which th’ev’ning faireDoth promise, and the next dayes SunWith his white Steeds will freely run.Ad Paulum Iordanum Vrſinum Bracciani Ducem.Bracciani agri amœnitatem commendat, ad quam per ferias Septembres ſeceſſerat Româ.ToPaulus Iordanus Vrſinus, Duke ofBracciano.Hee commends the pleaſantneſſe of the Countrey, where in the feaſts ofSeptember, he retyred fromRome.Ode1.Lib. Epod.Ode1.Lib. Epod.Huc ô quietis apta Musis otia,Levesque Ludorum chori;Huc feriantûm Phœbe Musarum pater,Huc hospitales Gratiæ;Huc delicatis ite permisti JocisNon inverecundi Sales:Hîc otiosi mite Bracciani solumVago coronemus pede.Appeare ye spritefull Quire with choicest sports,All pastime fit forPhœbusCourts;And Thou great Master of the Revels, joyneThe Graces, to thy Daughters nine;Witt pure and quaint, with rich conceits and freeFrom all obscæne scurrilitie:Here free from care, nimbly let’s dance a roundUponBracciano’s softer ground.Clemens supino clivus assurgit jugo,Cælumquepaulatim subit,Et solida subter terga scopulorum arduoSecurus insessu premit:Arcisquejactat inter alta turriumInsigne propugnacula,Timenda quondam Cæsarum turmis ducum,Timenda magno Borgiæ,Cùm per minantûm militum aratos globosMetuenda jaceret fulmima,Ageretque profugum Cæsarem, & quassum metu;Adusque promissumNihil.A gentle Cliffe from a steep Hill doth riseThat even to Heaven, mounts by degrees,And safe, with uncouth passage, leanes uponThe solid backs, of Rocks and stone:Whence ’mid’st the Bulwark’d Forts, we may descryA displayd Banner from on hye,Which to th’ Imperiall force a terrour was,A terrour to greatBorgias,When through the brasen troops of’s threatning foes,His fearfull thunder-bolts he throwes,Pursuing routedCæsar, whom he broughtTo that he promis’d him, tonought.Hîc ille magnus frænat Etruscas opesUrsinusHeroum decus,Hæres avitæ laudis, & princeps caputMagnæquelaus Oenotriæ.Circùm coruscis scena quercetis viret,Cælumque verrit frondibus,Suoque colles vestit, & patentibusSese theatris explicat.GreatUrsinhere puts reynes toth’Tuscanpow’reThe grace ofHeroesand the flow’re;Heire to his father’s worth, chiefe guide and stayAnd praise of greatOenotria.A Bow’re growes green, set round with trembling OkesWhich fanns the Heavens with gentle strokes.It clothes the Hills, and spreads it selfe all overTo th’open Theaters a cover.Admota muris ponè Nympharum domusAprica præbet littora:Ripamque Baccho jungit, & vallum propè.Lentis flagellat fluctibus.Majore nusquam stagna Neptuno sonant,Aut æstuantis Larii,Aut qui severo tangit Albanus lacuInenatabilem Styga:Aut quæ procellis gaudet, & magno fremitSuperba ponto Julia:Nec major usquam spumat, & rupes truciBenacus assultat salo.Close joyn’d to th’walls, the Nymphs coole Arbour stands,Which to the Sunny shore commands;By these a banke of Vines, which th’neighbour TrenchWith milder waves doth daily drench.Nowhere the Lakes with fuller Sea doth roare,Either ofLariusthat boyles o’re,Or roughAlbanuswhose troubled waves doe mixWith the unnavigable Styx:Not stormyJulia, when her swelling prideMost rageth in her highest tyde:Benacusdoth not raise more froth, when heAssaults the rocks with fiercest Sea.Intonsa curvo monte circumstant juga,Mitesque despectant aquas.Nivosus illinc terga Romanus movet,Cæloque diducit minas:Illinc caducis ilicem quassat comisSublime Cymini caput:Crudumque Boream frangit impotentibusDepræliaturum Notis,Terrisque latè regnat, & cæli minisOpponit hibernum latus.With rugged tops the bending mountaines roundUpon the slow calme streames looke downe.Romanushere his snowy back up-reares.And drawes downe envy from the starres:The lofty head ofCyminushere shakesThe Oke with trembling leaves which quakes,And holds offBoreas, when his rawer blasts’Gainst the weake Southerne winds he casts,Commands the Country farre, and out he setsHis Winter sides against Heavens threats.Amica sternit interim lacum quies,Fluctusque fluctu nititur,Et ipsa secum pigra luctatur Thetis,Aquæque colludunt aquis:Quas vel carinâ, vel citata turgidoFindit phaselus linteo:Pinnâque latè vitreum cogens pecusVelente lino truditur,Setâque piscem ducit, & raris proculLacum coronat retibus.Meane while a pleasant calme doth smooth the Lake,The waves ’gainst one another breake,MildThetisselfe, with her own selfe finds sport,And waters doe the waters court:Through which a ship doth cut, with pleasant gales,Or nimble Barke with swelling sayles:The large-fin’d Chrystall cattell as they goeAre forced whether they will or noWith ready dragnet; then with lines of haireThey round the Lake, or Nets more rare.Hinc alta lucet divitis Pollæ domus,Hinc pinguis Anguilaria:Trebonianas hinc amica vineasVadosa plangunt æquora:Hinc delicati fundus Aurelî nitet,Lymphæ salutarîs pater:Undàque morbos arcet, & vivacibusLucem fluentis eluit.RichPolla’sstately house there shines, and hereFull stored Fish-ponds doe appeare:The friendly Foords which toward the Sea doe lyeWaterTrebonianVineyards by;Here neatAureliusfarme looks gay, chiefe LordAnd Master of that healthfull Foord,Whose water cures diseases, whose quick springsDoe purge out all infectious things.At quà superbum fontibus nomen deditSuumque Flora marginem,Vivis perennes decidunt saxis aquæ,Camposque decursu lavant,Patremque longè Tybrin, & regem sonant,Romæque servitum fluunt.WhereFloramakes the banks, and gives the nameTo Fountaines, proud of so much fame;From lively stones perpetuall waters flow,And wash the fields wheresoe’re they goe,Their fatherTyber, and their King they foundAnd flow toRome, with homage bound.Sincera circùm regna naturæ nitent;Et artis immunes loci:Adhucque virgo sulcus, & montes adhucMolleis inexperti manus,Meramque Bacchus Tethyn, & Bacchum Thetis,Et pinguis invitat Ceres.Nature doth purely there advance each part,Not any place is help’d by Art:As yet the virgin furrow, th’Hills yet standUntouch’d, by any tender hand.ChastTethys,Bacchuscourts,Thetisdoth wooBacchusagaine, andCerestoo.Hinc ille lætus surgit, & tenacibusInserpit ulmis Evius,Udoque cornu turget, & fluentibusCrinem racemis impedit.Non Lesbos illi, non odorati magisVineta rident Massici,Aut quæ Falernis educata solibusSublucet uvæ purpura.HenceEviuscheerfull rises, and doth twineWith th’Elme, that closely clings toth’ Vine,With’s plenteous horne he swells, his locks hang by—With flowing Clusters tangled lye.NotLesboshim, nor the sweet smelling grace,Of richCampania’s fruitfull raceDelights; the purple Grape not so faire showes,In theFalerniansun that growes.Sed nec Falisci glaream malit soli,Nec pinguis uber Rhætiæ;Nec flava tantùm culta felicis Cypri,Graiámve dilexit Rhodon:Quantùm suis superbit, & sese suisMiratur in canalibus.Circùm beatis imperat campis Ceres.Lateque rura possidet:Et arva flavo messium fluctu tument,Motuque culmorum natant.Hee’l not preferreFaliscussandy ground,NorRhætia, that doth so abound;The yellow Tilths of happyCyprus, heeNe’re lov’d so much, norRhodosby:As in his owne — in his owne channells heeHugging himselfe, doth proudly lye.Sole EmpresseCeresof the fertile landsWhose large possessions shee commands:The fields with yellow waves doe ebbe and flow,The ripe eares swim, when winds doe blow.Innube rarus inquinat cælum vapor,Aut tensa nimbis vellera:Aut è Boreis bella ventorum plagis,Raucusque silvarum fragorAuditur usquam: non protervis insonantExercitati Syrtibus,Euris & Austris contumaces Africi,Et perduellibus Notis.No vapour, here, Heavens cleared face doth staine,No clowdy fleece stretch’d out with raine:The Northerne blasts are still, and all at peace,And the hoarse noise o’th’ woods doth cease:The stubborneAfrickewinds that use to strayAbout th’unruly sandy Sea,Are all hush’d up, and no Alarum soundTo th’ other winds, entrenched round;Tantùm serenus Vesper, & tenerrimaEtesiarum flamina.Albique soles, & serena lucidisAspirat aura montibus:Puramque cælo provehunt Horæ facem,Et Phœbus Horarum paterPeculiari luce colles irrigat,Pronáque perfundit die.Onely the Evening faire, a gentle galeOf winds that each year never faile:The bright Sun darting through th’enlightned AyreHis beames, doth guild theMoutainescleare,The houres drive on heav’ns torch, that shine so bright,AndPhœbusfather of the light—With a peculiar influence bedewesThe Hills all o’re, when night ensues.Ramis tepentes ingruunt FavoniiJocantis auræ sibilo,Et temperatis provocant suspiriis,Leniquesomnum murmure.At non loquaces interim nidi tacent,Matresque nidorum vagæ.Sed aut maritis turtur in ramis gemit,Et saxa rumpit questibus,Aut læta latè cantibus mulcet locaFamosa pellex Thraciæ.The warmeFavonianwinds with whistling galeDoe merrily the boughs assaile,And with their temperate breath, and gentle noise,Sweet pleasing slumbers softly raise.The prateling Nests meane while no silence keep,Their wandring guests ne’re sleep.To’s mate, the Turtle ’mong’st the branches grones,And with complaints breakes hardest stones,The Nightingale, the pleasant Groves aboutRefresheth, with her warbling note,Silvisquecoram plorat, & crudelibusAccusat agris Terea:Quæcumque mœsta vocibus dicunt aves,Respondet argutum nemus,Affatur alnum quercus, ornum populus,Affatur ilex ilicem,Et se vicissim collocuta redditisArbusta solantur sonis.Bewayles her losse to th’woods, i’th’ cruell fields’GainstTereusher cryes shee yeilds:And what the mournfull birds doe so complaine,The shrill woods answer back againe.The Oke, the Alder tells; the Poplar treeThe Ash; and that, the Elme stands by.The Groves rejoyce with th’Eccho they affordAnd tell them backe—ev’n word for word.Huc ô Quiritûm ductor, huc OenotriæO magne regnator plagæJordane, tandem plenus urbis & fori,Rerumque magnarum satur,Sepone curis temet, & domesticisFurare pectus otiis.Jordanushere, hither thy selfe command,Great Ruler of th’Oenotrianland.Withdraw thy selfe from cares, from all resortSo cloy’d with’ Citie, and with Court,So full of great affaires, at length thy breastConvey to thy domestick rest.Hic vel tuarum lene tranabis vadumOpacus umbris arborum,Tuosque colleis inter, & tuas proculPerambulabis ilices:Vel cum Decembri campus, & prima niveVicina canescent juga;Here thou may’st passe thy Foord, in gloomy shade,On each side, by thine owne trees made,And here between thy Mounts, with tall Okes set,A large walke thou shalt get:Or inDecember, when the fields looke white,And th’Hills, with the earlyest snow doth light;Nunc impeditas mollibus plagis feras,Silvamquepræcinges metu:Nunc incitato capream rumpes equo,Teloque deprendes aprum;Jactoquecervos collocabis spiculo,Furesqueterrebis lupos.Sometime th’entangled game, with twining nettI’th’ wood, with feare thou shalt besett:Sometimes with courser fleet, pursue full sore,The Buck thou mayst, sometimes the Bore;With thy thrown dart the red Deer thou shalt stick.And th’frighted ravenous Wolves shalt strick,Quid si Latinæ lausAlexanderplagæ,Sacræque sidus purpuræ,Tecum paterno feriabitur solo,Sesequecuris eximet;Tuique cives, hospitesqueciviumToto fruemur gaudio.And if that Starre o’th’ sacred dignityThe glory of allItaly,Will also from his cares, himselfe make free,And keepe his Festivals with thee;Each Citizen of thine, and every guestWith the compleatest joy is blest.Ad fontem Sonam.In patrio fundo, dum Româ rediiſſet.Ode 2. Lib. Epod.To the Fountaine Sona,When hee returned.Ode2.Lib. Epod.Fons innocenti lucidus magis vitroPurâque purior nive,Pagi voluptas, una Nympharum sitis,Ocelle natalis soli.Longis viarum languidus laboribusEt mole curarum gravisThuscis ab usque gentibus redux, tibiAccline prosterno latus:Permitte siccus, quà potes, premi; cavâPermitte libari manu.OFount more cleare then spotlesse glasse,More pure, then purest snow e’re was,The Nymphs desire, and Countries grace,Thou joy of this my Native place.Tyr’d with a tedious journey, I,And press’d with cares that grievous lye,From the farreTuscanLand made freeThus low I bow my selfe to thee:Oh, if thou canst, vouchsafe to beePress’d, and with hollow palme drawne dry.Sic te quietum nulla perturbet pecus,Ramusvè lapsus arbore:Sic dum loquaci prata garritu secas,Et lætus audiri salis;Assibilantes populetorum comæIngrata ponant murmuraTibi, lyræqueVatis: haud frustrà sacerNam si quidUrbanusprobat,Olim fluenti leuè Blandusiæ nihilAut Sirmioni debeas.So let thy peace no wandring beastDisturb, no broken bough, thy rest:So when thou cutt’st with prattling noiseThe Meads, and leap’st, men heare thy voice;May th’whistling leaves of Poplar treesWith their unwelcome murmurs cease—To thee, and thy Priests Lute: if noughtUrbanapproves, in vaine is thoughtT’Blandusiathou canst nothing owe;Nor to milde flowingSirmio.PalinodiaAd ſecundam libri Epodon OdamQ. Horatii Flacci.Laus otii Religioſi.A PalinodeTo the ſecond Ode of the booke of Epodes ofQ. H. Flaccus.The praiſe of a Religious Recreation.Ode3.Lib. Epod.Ode3.Lib. Epod.At ille,Flacce, nunc erit beatiorQui mole curarum proculPaterna liquit rura, litigantiumSolutus omni jurgio;Nec solis æstum frugibus timet suis,Nec sidus hiberni Jovis,Rixasquevitat, & scelesta curiæRapacioris limina.But,Flaccus, now more happy he appeares,Who, with the burthen of his cares,Farre off hath left his father’s ground, set freeFrom the fierce wrangling Lawyer’s fee;No scorching heat, nor blasts of WinterJove,Doth hurt his fruit, or him can move:Hee shuns all strifes, and never doth resortThe sinfull gates o’th’ greedy Court.Ergo aut profanis hactenus negotiisAmissa plorat sidera;Aut in reductâ sede dispersum gregemErrantis animi colligit,Postquam beatæ lucra conscientiæQuadrante libravit suo.But either doth bewayle those dayes and nights,Lost by him in prophane delights;Or else retyr’d, strives to collect and findThe dispers’d flock of’s wandring mind;Having first fairly pois’d the recompenceAnd gaines of a good conscience.Idem, propinquâ nocte, stellatas vigilCùm vesper accendit faces,Ut gaudet immortale mirari jubar,Terrâque majores globos,Et per cadenteis intueri lacrymasRimosa lucis atria,Quæ Christe tecum, virgo quæ tecum colatPerennis hæres sæculi!At evening, when the harbinger of nightThe torches of the sky doth light,How he admires th’immortall rayes breake forth,And their bright Orbes, more large then earth;How through his trickling teares, he heips his fight,Unto the open Courts of light,Which with thy selfe, ô Christ, thy selfe in pray’rHe’ Adores, t’Eternall life an heire!Volvuntur aureis interim stellaæ rotis,Pigrumque linquunt exulem,Per ora cujus uberes eunt aquæ,Somnos quod avertat graveis.At quando lotum Gangis aut Indi fretisJam Phœbus attollit caput,Mentis profundus, & sui totus minorIrata flectit numina:The Starres with golden wheeles, are hurried by,And let their prostrate exile lye,Over whose face, the plenteous teares doe stray,Which chase all drowsie sleepe away;Assoone asPhœbushead begins t’appeare,Lately inIndusstreames made cleare,From depth of soule, lesse then himselfe he lies,And bends the angry pow’rs with cryes:Vel cum sereno fulserit dies Jove,Aprilibusque feriis,Assueta cælo lumina, in terras vocatLatequeprospectum jacit,Camposquelustrat, & relucentem suâMiratur in scenâDeum.Or when the Sun shines cleare, the aire serene,AndAprillFestivals begin,His eyes, so us’d to Heaven, he downe doth throw,On a large prospect here below:He viewes the fields, and wondring stands to seeIn’s shade the shining Deitie.En omnis inquit, herba non morantibusIn astra luctatur comis:Semota cælo lacrymantur, & piisLiquuntur arva fletibus;Ligustra canis, & rosæ rubentibusRepunt in auras brachiis;Astrisque panda nescio quid pallidoLoquuntur ore lilia,Et serò blandis ingemunt suspiriis,Et manè rorant lacrymis.See how (saies he) each herb with restlesse leavesTo th’ starres doth strive and upward heaves:Remov’d from heaven they weep, the field appearesAll o’re dissolv’d in pious teares:The white-flowr’d Woodbine, and the blushing RoseBranch into th’aire with twining boughs;The pale-fac’d Lilly on the bending stalke,To th’starres I know not what doth talke;At night with fawning sighes they’expresse their fearsAnd in the morning drop downe teares.Egóne solus, solus in terris pigerTenace figor pondere?Sic & propinquas allocutus arbores,Et multa coram fontibusRivisque fatus, quærit AuctoremDeumFormosa per vestigia.Am I alone, wretch that I am, fast boundAnd held with heavy weight, to th’ground?Thus spake he to theneighbouringtrees, thus heTo th’Fountaines talk’d, and streames ran by,And after, seekes the great Creator outBy these faire traces of his foot.Quod si levandas mentis in curas vigilRuris suburbani domus,Quales Lucisci, vel Nemecini Lares,Udumvè Besdani nemusRudeis adornet rusticâ mensas dapeSiccos sub Augusti dies;But if a lightsome Country house that’s freeFrom care, such asLuciscu’sbee,OrNemicini’s,ifBesdan’s fruitfull fieldCan Grace to his rude table yeild,To his plaine board with country dainties set,InAugust’s dry and parching heat;Jam tunc sub ipsum limen, aut domesticâLenis sub umbrâ populi,Expectat omnis hospitem suum penses,Et concha sinceri salis,Pressiquemeta lactis, & purus calix,Et hospitalis amphora,Et fraga, raris verna quæ dumis legit,Jucunda panis præmia.Even at his dore, under a private shadeBy a thick pleasant Poplar made,Provision of all sorts, expect their guest,A shell with salt, pure and the best,New bread, for which, ’midst the thin bryars, the MaydPicks Strawberries, and’s gladly payd.Cheese newly press’d, close by, the friendly CannWith Cup cleane wash’d, doth ready stan’.Non me scari tunc, non Lucrinorum gravisSagina mulorum juvet:Sed cereus palumbus, aut turtur niger;Aut anser amnis accola,Et eruditam quæ fugit gulam faba,Lætumque nec simplex olus,Et quæ suprema colligitur, ac graviPatella nil debet foro.With me theLucrinedainties will not downe,The Scare, nor Mullet that’s well growne;But the Ring-dove plump, the Turtle dun doth looke,Or Swan, the sojourner o’th’ brooke,A messe of Beanes which shuns the curious pallet,The cheerfull and not simple sallet;Clusters of grapes last gathered, that misseAnd nothing owe to th’weighty presse.Post hæc vel inter læta quercetis juga,Vel inter amneis juveritVitare tristeis post meridiem NotosSub æsculo vel ilice;Nigrumvè littus, aut opaca lubricisTranare stagna lintribus,Jactâque fruge ludibundum ducereTremente piscem lineâ.Then after noone he takes a kind of prideTo th’Hills to walke, or River side,And ’midst the pleasant Okes, a shade doth find,T’avoyd the blasts o’th’ Southern wind;To th’darksome shore, by the deep poole he goes,And through, with nimble Boat he rowes;Sometimes the sporting fish, his baite thrown in,Hee plucks up with his trembling line.Remugit ingens interim tauris nemus,Umbrosa balant flumina;Et aut in antris garriunt acanthides,Aut in rubis luscinia.Hinc per rubeta pastor errantes caprasVocante cogit fistulâ:Illinc herili messor è campo reduxAlterna plaudit carmina;Et pressa sectos plaustra per sulcos gemunntRuptura ruris horrea.Meane while th’ spacious woods with ecchoing noteDoe answer to the Bulls wide throat,The shady rivers bleat; the NightingaleI’th’ bushes chirps her dolefull tale.With’s hastning pipe the sheapheard drives awayHis flocke, which through the thickets stray:To which as from the field they passe along,Each mower sings by course, his song;O’re yeilding furrowes, carts full press’d with corneGroane, and are like to breake the barne.At nec tacemus ponè considentiumDulcis manus sodalium;Nec infacetâ sermo differtur morâ,Sed innocentibus jocis,Multoquetinctus, sed verecundo sale,Innoxium trahit dîem.Hæc si videret fænerator Alphius,Olim futurus rusticus,Quam collocarat Idibus pecuniam,Nollet Kalendis ponere.Our worke once done, we doe not silent sit,When knots of our good fellowes meet;Nor is our talke prolong’d with rude delay;In harmlesse jests we spend the day;Jests dip’d in so much salt, which rubbing shallOnely make fresh our cheeks, not gall.If that rich churle, this had but seen, when heeA Country man began to be,The money which i’th’ Ides hee scraped inNext month hee’d not put out agen.Epig.4.Ex Lib. Ep.Veniat delectus meus in hortum ſuum.Cant.5.Epig. 4.Let my beloved come into his Garden.Cant. 5.Pulcher Amor sumpsit rudis instrumenta coloni,Et sua deposuit tela suasque faces:Et manibus stivam rapuit; castique laborisAd sua ruricolas junxit aratra boves.Ilicet, ut facili subvertit vomere corda,Castaque virginibus Gratia crevit agris;Flos, ait, unus abest: sunt cetera millia florum;Ut nullus possit,Christe, deesse, Veni.Love takes the tooles of a rude Country clowne,His owne Artill’ry, and his torch layes down;With staffe in’s hand, Oxen to th’Plow he setFor tillage, and such honest labour fit;Straight, as he turn’d up hearts with easie share,And grace i’th’ virgin-furrowes did appeare,’Mongst thousand others, one flower, quoth he, is mist:That none may wanting be, come thou, O Christ.Qualis eſt Dilectus tuus? exCant.5.Ex Lib. Epig. 37.Who is thy Beloved?Out of Cant.5.Lib. Epig.37.Qualis erat, tuus ille? tuus pulcherrimus ille?Dicebat nuper barbara turba mihi.Arripio dextrâ pennam, lævaque tabellam,Et noto,Christe, tuo quicquid in orbe noto.Pingo rosas, aurum, gemmas, viridaria, silvas,Arva, lacus, celeri sidera pingo manu;Et tabulam monstrans, Noster pulcherrimus, inquam,Qualis erat, vultis discere? talis erat.What is that Spouse of thine? that fairest Hee?The barb’rous people said, of late, to mee.A Pen I tooke, and in a Tablet drewWhatsoe’re, O Christ, in thy blest orbe I view.Roses, and Gold I paint, Gems, Groves, Corne-land,Green Gardens, Lakes, and Stars with nimble hand;Would you needs learne, what might my fairest bee?Looke o’re this tablet, pray, O such was Hee.Epig.40.Lib. Ep.Veni de Libano ſponſa.Epig. 40.Et fugis, & fugiens clamas, quid sponsa moraris?Non fugis, ut fugias: ut capiare, fugis,Thou run’st, & running cry’st, why dost thou stayMy Spouse? thou would’st be ta’ne, not get away.Ex lib. Epi. 48.—— Lilia manu præferenti.Ep. 48.To —— bearing Lillyes in her hand.Hæc, quæ virgineis nituntur lilia culmis,Undè verecundas explicuêre comas?Non generant similes Pæstana rosaria flores,Nec simili Pharius messe superbit ager:Non hæc purpureis mater Corcyra viretis,Nec parit æquoreis pulsa Carystos aquis.Cùm nullas habeant natales lilia terras,Qui neget è castâ lilia nata manu?These Lillyes which on virgin stalks doe bend,From whence do they their chaster leaves extend?ThePæstanbeds such flowres did ne’re bring forth,NorPharianfields e’re gloried in such worth:Alcinouspurple banks, ne’re teem’d with these,Nor richCarystoswatred by the Seas.Since then these flow’res no native place do know,Who can deny from her chast hand they grow.Ex Lib. Ep. 51.Iohanni de Lugo, dum poſt morbum ad intermiſſam de Pœenitentiâ doctrinam rediret.Ex. Lib. Ep. 51.ToIohan de Lugo, when after a long ſickneſſe, he returned to his intermitted Lecture of Repentance.Fertur inornatis nuper Metanœa capillisFlesse, repentinâ cùm raperêre febri:Fertur & indomito frænos laxasse dolori,Et lacrymis madidos exhibuisse sinus:Cùm rursus domito repetis tua pulpita morbo,Fertur inornatas disposuisse comas:Et domitos hilari risu frænasse dolores,Et lacrymis vacuos explicuisse sinus.Quis, Pater, incolumi de te non gaudeat, ipsæSi gaudent Lacrymæ, ridet & ipse Dolor?With hairs unkemb’d Repentance late did mourn,When with so feirce a Feaver thou wert torne:Shee’s said, to let loose raynes t’untamed griefe,To’affoord her moyst’ned bosome, no reliefe,But when th’desks agen, thy sicknesse tam’d,Thou mountd’st, she’s said her careless haire t’have kemb’dT’have bridled in her conquer’d griefe, and smile,Of teares, her open’d bosome to beguile.Who cannot then be glad, thou being safe?When teares rejoyce, and griefe it selfe doth laugh.Christi in Cruce vox. Ep. 110.Sitio.The voyce of Chriſt upon the Croſſe.I Thirſt.Ah sitio, clamas, Princeps pulcherrime rerum:Non habeo pro te dulcia vina, siti.Tu tamen, ah sitio, clamas: dabo pocula, Sponse:Heu mihi! sed misto pocula felle dabo.Hæc mi Sponse, bibe: quæris cui fortè propines?Ad me pro mundi,Christe, salute bibe.Alas I thirst, great King, thou loude dost grone,I have no pleasant Wine for Thee, thirst on.Yet oh I thirst, thou cry’st: a Cup to theeWoes mee! I’le give: but mix’d with gall’t must be.Drink this, my Spouse: perhaps thou’lt ask to whom?To me, O Christ, to th’health o’th’world let’t come.

Od.1.Lib.1.

Cum infeſtæ Thracum Copiæ Pannoniâ exceſſiſſent.

Od. 1. Lib. 1.

When the hatefull forces of the Thracians departed out ofPannonia.

J

Am minæ sævi cecidere belli:

Jam profanatis malè pulsa terris

Et salus, & pax niveis revisit

Oppida bigis:

T

he threats of cruell Warre now cease:,

In stead of them safety and peace,

Banish’d th’unhallowed earth, doe please

’Returne in their white Waine;

Iam fides, & fas, & amæna præter

Faustitas, læto volat arva curru:

Iam fluunt passim pretiosa largis

Sæcula rivis.

Faith joyn’d with Truth, and Plenty too

O’re pleasant fields doe nimbly goe;

The precious Ages past, doe flow

With liberall streames againe.

Candidi soles veterisquevenæ

Fontibus nati revocantur Anni:

Grandinat Gemmis, riguoqueCœlum

Depluit Auro.

Cleare dayes, such yeares as were of old

Recalled are, o’th’ ancient mold,

The Heavens hayle Pearles, and molten Gold

Doth raine down-right in showres;

Mequeveraci cecinisse plectro

Inter Octobreis, tua festa, pompas,

PriscaSaturnirediisse sæcla,

Approbat Orbis.

Whilst I with my Prophetique string

Thy Winter feastivalls doe sing,

The whole world doth with Ecchoes ring

OldSaturn’sage is ours.

Aurei patrum niveiquemores,

Exul & serâ procul usqueThule,

Candor, & pulchro remeare virtus

AudetOlympo.

Our Fathers pure and golden rule

Exil’d as farre as farthest Thule,

Justice from brightOlympusschoole

Comes boldly back againe.

Lactis, & fusi per aprica mellis

Garruli Campos secuêre rivi:

Et superfuso tumuêre plenæ

Nectare ripæ.

The streams which Milk and Honey yeild,

Their passage cut through open field,

And the full banks with Nectar swell’d

Doe drowne the flowrie plaine.

Lætior vulgò seges inquietis

Fluctuat culmis, titubantquefrugum

Uberes Campi, nec avara sulcis

Invidet æstas.

The glad Corne in the restles stalke

Waves, and the fields as wee doe walke,

So fruitfull reele, to any balke

The Heat no spight doth owe.

Pastor Erranteis comitatus Hœdos

Provocat raucas calamo cicadas:

Mugiunt Colles, & anhela fessis

Silva Iuvencis.

The Herdsmans Pipe to’s wandring Goats,

Provokes the Grashoppers hoarse notes;

The tyred Herd with strayned throats,

Makes Hills and Woods to low.

Pace subsultant juga, pace rident

Tetrica rupes: leve separatos

Otium colleis amat, & sequestri

Gaudia pagi.

The Mountaines leape, and rough Rocks smile

For gentle Peace rejoyceth still

Such solitary roomes to fill

Hills set apart, ’lone Townes.

TeCeresflavis redimita culmis,

Magne pacati moderator orbis,

Te suis Æstas opulenta Circum-

fundit aristis.

Cereswith yellow Chaplet, and

The Summer rich with eares doth stand,

Great Prince of our appeased Land,

Thee to encompasse round.

Supplici Myrtus tibi servit umbrâ,

Serviunt Lauri: tibi celsa longè

Quercus assurgit, tremuloquepinus

Vertice nutat.

The Myrtle begs with humble shade

To serve thee and the Laurel’s glade;

The lofty Oake doth rise; Its head

The trembling Pine doth bow;

Siderum præses, dominusqueterræ,

Lucidâ Romam speculatus aree,

Regna tranquillet, Cupidoquepatrem

Te velit orbi.

Hee that o’re Starrs and earth hath powre,

Beholding us, from his bright Towre,

Calms all, and sets thee father o’re

The covetous world below.

Laurus annosum tibi signet ævum:

Fata te norint, properentque parcæ

Nescium carpi tibi destinatos

Stamen in annos.

The Laurell signe long life to thee,

Let Fates and destinies agree

To twine thy thred, which cannot bee

Cut ’till th’ appointed time.

Quæqueformosos sedet inter igneis,

Sedulam pro te miserataRomam

Virgo, quam circum glomerantur albis

Astra choreis.

May shee amidst those glorious fires,

For thy sake, pittying our desires,

’Bout whom the beauteous starrs inquires,

And flowing measures swim;

Curet effusas Latii querelas,

Virginum castas juvenumque voces

Curet, & votis procerum reclinem

accommodet aurem.

May shee, I say, our Country’s griefe

Cure, and the chast complaints releive

Of all our youth, and willing eares

Apply to th’ praiers of all our Peeres.

Ad Aurelium Lycum.

Ode2.Lib.1.

ToAurelius Lycas.

Ode 2. Li. 1.

Nè plus æquo deadverſâfortunâ queratur.

That hee would not complaine too much of adverſe fortune.

I

ndignas, Lyce, nænias,

Et mæstum gemitu pectus, & hispidis

Frontem nubibus expedi,

Cum Sol non solito lumine riserit,

Et fortuna volubilis

Fati difficilem jecerit aleam.

Quod vexant hodié Noti,

Cras lambent hilares æquor Ætesiæ.

Mœstum solAhodiè caput,

Cras lætum roseo promet ab æquore.

Alterno redeunt choro

Risus & gemitus, & madidis propè

Sicci cum Lacrymis joci.

Nascuntur mediis gaudia luctibus,

Sic fatis placitum. suis

Tempestiva fluunt fata periculis.

U

nmanly howlings,Lycuas, leave,

Thy sad breast doe not vex, nor grieve;

Thy rugged brow from cloudes set free,

Although with usuall beames ’on thee

The Sun not shines; or fortune late

Hath throwne the hardest chance of Fate.

With th’ waves, that South windes tosse to day,

The cheerfull Easterne gales will play;

The Sun that now hangs downe his head,

With joy from blushingThetisbed

I’th’ morne will rise. Laughter and woe

Keepe time, and in their courses goe.

Cleare merriment succeeds wet eyes,

And joyes in mid’st of sorrows rise.

Thus pleaseth it the Fates, that flow

With various hazards here below.

Fessos duxit heri boves,

Dat magnis hodiè jura Quiritibus:

Et quæ bobus ademerat,

Imponit Gabiis, & Curibus juga.

Idem Phosphorus aspicit

Magnum quem tenuem viderat Hesperus.

Quod si seria ludicris

Fortuna placeat texere; Rusticus

Hesternam repetet casam,

Ridentis populi non humilis jocus:

Et queis rexerat omnia,

Findet laurigeris ligna securibus.

Quod si defuerit salix

Fasces pauperibus subjiciet focis.

Hee who his Oxen tyr’d, did drive,

Doth lawes to day, to th’ City give:

And the same yokes he tooke from those,

Upon the Citizens impose.

The day-starre great, that man doth see,

Whom th’ Evening saw in low degree.

But if the things that serious are

With Fortunes pastimes to compare

Doth please you; See, this Country-man

Betakes himselfe to’s farme againe,

Of’s jeering neighbours th’only sport,

And with those Axes which i’th’ Court

Hee ruled all with, Cleaves his wood,

Whose Helves are made of Laurell good.

And if a want of wood there growes,

TheFasceson the fire he throwes.

AdTarquinium Lavinum.

Od. 13. lib. 1.

ToTarquinius Lavinus.

Ode13.lib.1.

N

on siASol semel occidit,

Non rubris iterum surget ad Indiis;

Nec si quos celeris rotæ

Sors non exiguo proruit impetu,

Non lapsos iterum levet,

Arguto docilis ludere cum joco.

A

s if the Sun that once doth set,

From th’ blushing East a new birth doth not get

As if that those whom Fortunes frowne

By the swift violence of her wheele, throwes down,

Shee would not raise again with ease,

So active in such nimble sports as these.

Ne spem projice,Tarquini:

Cujus pænè retro lambere pulverem

Et vestigia diceris,

Cum fortuna levem verterit orbitam,

Effusam super & luto

Fumantem poteris cernere purpuram.

Despaire not (Sir) whose footsteps now

Thou’rt said to kisse, and lick the dust of’s shooe,

Let Fortune her light wheele but turne,

And thenTarquinius, thou shalt soon discerne

From his proud height, him downward thrust,

His trampled robes smoking in mire and dust.

Tunc & risibus abstine,

Neu turpi domino Lumina paveris:

Neu calces nimium, memor

Fortunæ geminam sæpe jaci pilam.

Thy jeeres and laughter then forbeare,

His all-bespattred lookes thou shalt not feare,

Nor trample on, remembring how

Fortune adoubleball doth often throw.

AdPublium Memmium.

Ode2.Lib.2.

Vitæ humanæ brevitatem benefactis extendendam eſſe.

ToPublius Memmius.

Ode2.Lib.2.

That the ſhortneſſe of mans life is to bee lengthened by good deeds.

Q

ua tegit Canas modò bruma valleis,

Sole vicinos jaculante monteis

Deteget rursum. Tibi cum nivosa

Bruma senecta

In caput seris cecidit pruinis,

Decidet nunquam. Cita fugit Æstas,

Fugit Autumnus, fugient propinqui

Tempora veris:

At tibi frigus, capitiquecani

Semper hærebunt, nequemulta Nardus

Nec parum gratum repetita dement

Serta colorem.

T

he Valleys, now, all clad in gray

By Winter, when Sol darts his ray

On neighbouring hills, hee’l naked lay,

As heretofore.

But when the winter of thy yeares

With snow, within thy locks appeares,

When hoary frost shall dye thine haires,

It parts no more.

Summer, and Autumn’s quickly gone,

Th’approaching Spring will passe as soon:

Gray hayres, and chilling cold alone

With thee will stay.

To thy ill colour, Nard distill’d,

Nor the renew’d perfumes o’th’ field

Of flowres, can any vertue yeild,

Or tak’t away.

Una quem nobis dederat juventus:

Una te nobis rapiet senectus:

Sed potes,Publi, geminare magnâ

Sæcula famâ,

Quem sui raptum gemuêre cives.

Hic diu vixit. Sibi quisquefamam

Scribat Hæredem: rapiunt avaræ

Cetera Lunæ.

Thee, whom thy youth hath giv’n tó day.

At night old age will take away.

Thy time to double, is, to lay

A fame most bright.

Whom snach’d by death, his friends bemone,

He hath liv’d long. Let every one

Write Fames sole heire: that’s free alone,

From th’ rape of night.

E Rebus Humanis Exceſſus.

Ode5.Lib.2.

A Departure from things humane.

Ode5.Lib.2.

H

umana linquo: tollite præpetem

Nubesque ventique. Ut mihi devii

Montes resedere, & volanti

Regnaprocul, populosque vastos

Subegit aer! jam radiantia

Delubra Divum, jam mihi regiæ

Turres recessere, & relicta in

Exiguum tenuantur urbes;

Totasquequa se cunque ferunt vaga

Despecto Gentes. O lacrymabilis

Jncerta fortuna! ô fluentûm

Principia, interitúsque rerum!

L

ift me up quickly on your wings,

Ye Clouds, and Winds; I leave all earthly things;

How Devious Hills give way to mee!

And the vast ayre brings under, as I fly,

Kingdomes and populous states! see how

The Glyst’ring Temples of the Gods doe bow;

The glorious Tow’rs of Princes, and

Forsaken townes, shrunke into nothing, stand:

And as I downward looke, I spy

Whole Nations every where all scattred lye.

Oh the sad change that Fortune brings!

The rise and fall of transitory things!

Hîc ducta primis oppida mœnibus

Minantur in Cœlum: hîc veteres ruunt

Muríque turresque: hîc supinas

Pæné cinis sepelivit arces.

Hîc mite Cœlum, sed rapidæ ruunt

In Bella Gentes: hîc placida sedent

In pace, sed latè quietos

Dira lues populatur agros.

Here walled townes that threatned Heav’n,

Now old and ruin’d, with the earth lye even:

Here stately Pallaces, that thrust

Their heads i’th’ayre, lye buried all in dust.

Here the Ayre Temp’rate is and mild,

But the fierce people rush to warres, most wild:

Here in a joyfull peace they rest,

But Direfull Murraines their quiet fields lay wast.

Hîc pænè tellus tota micantibus

Ardet sub armis: stant acies adhuc

Pendente fatorum sub ictu,

Et dubio furor hæsitavit

In bella passu: parte aliâ recens

Jam mista Mavors agmina mutuam

Collisit in mortem, & Cadentûm

Cæde virûm, Cumulísque latos

Insternit agros: hîc Mareotica

Secura merces æquora navigant,

Portusquecertatim frequentes

Centum operis populisque fervent.

Here the whole Land doth scorching lye

Under the glittering Armes o’ th’ Enemy:

Under the hovering stroke o’ th’ Fates

The Armies yet both stand; and fury waites

With doubfull steps, upon the warre;

Fresh courage here, the mingled troopes prepare.

Each against other fiercely run,

And mutually they worke destruction:

The slaughtered heapes in reeking gore

With bloudy covering spread the fields all o’re:

Here on safe Seas, as joyfull prize

Is strip’d away th’ Ægyptian Merchandize,

Whilst the full Havens thick beset,

Doe furiously with fierce contention fret.

Nec una Marti causa, nec unius

Sunt Arma moris. Bellat Adultera

Ridentis è vultu voluptas,

InqueHelenaprocus ardet orbis.

Hic verba bellis vindicat: hic canis,

Heu vile furtum! Se mala comparant;

Rarum sub exemplo superbit,

Nec sceleris scelus instar omne est.

Marshath his divers Causes, and

His severall fashion’d weapons to command.

From the Adultresse smiling lookes

Pleasure doth fight, and unto Warre provokes,

The doting world withHelenburnes.

This sordid man, oh base advantage! turnes

Revenge of vvords to blowes;

Mischiefe begets it selfe, from mischiefe growes.

Small sins by example higher dare,

Nor doth all sin, alvvaies like sin appeare.

Eous illinc belligerâ latet

Sub Classe pontus: JamThetisæneá

Mugire flammarum procellâ, &

Attonitæ trepidare cautes,

Et ipsa circum littora percuti

Majore fluctu. Sistite barbari,

Ferroqueneu simplex, & igni &

Naufragio geminate fatum.

There th’Easterne Sea lyes coverd o’re

With vvarlike Fleets:Thetisbegins to rore

With stormes of flaming Brasse, and here

Th’ astonish’d Rocks all trembling stand with feare.

The troubled Sea vvith vvinds beset

With stronger vvaves ’gainst the full shore doth beat.

Forbeare, cruell men to multiply

With fire, Sword-vvrack your single destiny.

Parumnè Tellus in miseras patet

Immensa mortes? hinc miserabili

Quassata terrarum tumultu

Stare pavent titubantqueregna,

Unâquetandem funditus obruunt

Cives ruinâ. Stat tacitus cinis,

Cui serus inscribat viator:

Cum populo jacet hic & ipso

Cum Rege Regnũ.Quid memorem super-

Infusa totis æquora portubus

Urbes inundare, & repenti

Tecta Deúm sonuisse fluctu.

Is the large Earth too narrovv grovvne,

Such slaughters, such dire tragedies to ovvne?

Large Kingdomes there, brought under thrall

With Tumult, stagger, and for feare doe fall;

Where in one Ruine wee may see

The dying people all o’rewhelmed lye.

The silent dust remaines, to let

The weary Pilgrim this Inscription set

(In after times, at hee goes by)

King, Kingdome, People here entombed lye.

What should I name the raging Seas,

Whole Havens over-flowing, and with these

I’th’ sudden floud whole Cities drown’d

The shaken Temples of the Gods that found?

RegumqueTurres, & pelago Casas

Jamjam latentes? jam video procul

Merceisquedifferri, & natantem

Oceano fluitare gazam.

Alterna rerum militat efficax

In damna mundus. Cladibus instruit

Bellisquerixisque& ruinis

Sanguineam libitina scenam,

Suprema doxec stelligerum dies

Claudat Theatrum. Quid morer hactenus

Viator aurarum & serenas

Sole domos aditurus usque

Kings Pallaces what should I name

Now sunke i’th’ deepe, small Cottages i’th’ same?

Vast wealth I see swept downe with th’ tyde

Rich treasure in the Ocean floting glyde.

The active world t’each others harmes

Doth daily fight, and the pale Goddesse armes

The bloudy scene with slaughters, warrs,

With utter ruins, and with deadly jarrs;

Thus there’s noExitof our woes,

Till the last day the Theater shall close,

Why stay I then, when goe I may—

To’a house enlightned by the Suns bright ray?

Humana mirer? tollite præpetem

Festina vatem, tollite nubila

Qua solis & Lunæ Labores

Cæruleo vehit æthra Campo.

Ludor? sequaces aut subeunt latus

Ferunt; venti? Jamque iterum mihi

Et regna decrevere, & immensæ

Ante oculos periêre gentes;

Shall I still dote on things humane?

Lift up your longing Priest, yee Clouds, oh deigne

Lift m’up where th’aire a splendour yeilds

Lights the sun’s chariot through the azure fields.

Am I deceived? or doe I see

The following winds on their wings mounting me,

And now againe Great kingdomes lye

Whole Nations perishing before mine eye?

Suóque semper terra minor Globo

Jam jamque cerni difficilis, suum

Vanescit in punctum? ô refusum

Numinis Oceanum! ô carentem

Mortalitatis portubus insulam!

O clausa nullis marginibus freta!

Haurite anhelantem, & perenni

Sarbiviumglomerate fluctu.

The earth which alwayes lesse hath beene

Then’s Globe, and now, just now can scarce be seene,

Into it’s point doth vanish, see!

Oh the brim’d Ocean of the Deitie!

Oh Glorious Island richly free

From the cold Harbours of mortality!

Yee boundlesse Seas, with endlesse flouds of rest

Girt roundSarbiniusyour panting Priest.

Ad Publium Memmium.

Od. 7. Lib. 2.

ToPublius Memmius.

Ode7.Lib.2.

E

sset humanis aliquod levamen

Cladibus, si res caderent eâdem

Quâ morâ surgunt; sed humant repentes

Alta ruinæ.

A

midst our losse it were some ease,

If things did fall, with the same stay, and leisure

They rise; but sudden ruines seize

On our most lofty things, and richest treasure.

Nil diu felix stetit; inquieta

Urbium currunt hominumqueFata:

Totquevix horis jacuêre, surgunt

Regna quot annis.

Nothing long time hath happy been.

The restlesse Fates of peopled-Cities, passe:

In a few hour’s destroy’d w’have seen,

In many yeares what never raised was.

Casibus longum dedit ille tempus,

Qui diem regnis satis eruendis

Dixit: elato populos habent mo-

menta sub ictu.

He gave to Chance long time, that said

One day’s enough, whole Kingdomes t’overthrow:

Each moment holds a people swayd

Under a fatall and exalted blow.

Parce crudeles, moriturePubli,

Impio divos onerare questu,

Densa vicinis nimiùm vagari

Funera tectis.

Being neere thy death, then,Publius, spare

To load the Gods, with thy blasphemous plaints;

That Funeralls so frequent are,

Or death so much thy neighbours house haunts.

Quæ tibi primùm dedit hora nasci,

Hæc mori primùm dedit. Ille longùm

Vixit, æternum sibi qui merendo

Vindicat ævum.

The houre, that first to thee gave life,

That thou should’st likewise dye, gave first to thee.

He hath liv’d long, who well doth strive

Sure alwaies of eternall life to bee.

Ad Aſterium.

Ode 8. lib 2.

To Aſterius.

Ode8.l.2

A

t nos inani pascit imagine

Fortuna rerum. LudimurAsteri,

Umbris amicorum; & doloso

Verba simul placuêre fuco,

VV’

Are mock’d with ’baytes that fortune flings

And fed with th’empty husks of things:

Shadowes, not friends we entertaine;

W’are pleas’d with the deceitfull traine

Res esse stulti credimus. at simul

Sors infidelem corripuit rotam,

Gaudent recedenti Sodales

Non eadem dare verba Divæ.

Of words, and thinke them deeds. But when

Th’unconstant wheele shall turne agen

To th’ parting Goddesse, wee shall see

Those friends the selfe-same words deny.

Plerumquefalsis nominibus placent

Humana. Rari pollicitis data

Aequamus: & minor loquaci

Relligio solet esse voto.

Things Humane under false names please.

Our gifts match not our promises;

Religion, lesse to be doth use,

Then the large language of our vowes.

Ex ſacro Salomonis Epithal.

Ode 19. l. 2.

Similis est dilectus meus capreæ, hinnuloque cervorum.

Out ofSolomon’sſacred Mariage Song.

Ode19.Lib.2.

V

itas sollicitæ me similis capræ,

Quam vel nimbisoni sibilus Africi,

Vel motum subitis murmur Etesiis

Vano corripit impetu.

T

hou shunnest me, like to a fearfull Roe,

Which, as the stormy North-winds blow,

Or the rough noise o’ th’ suddaine Easterne blast,

Is snatch’d away with forcelesse hast.

Nam seu prima metum bruma trementibus

Incussit foliis, sive Diespiter

Elisit resonis tela Cerauniis,

Incertâ trepidat fugâ.

For th’early frost the trembling leaves doth fright,

Or else the Father of the light

Hath hewne from th’ecchoing rocks his thundring darts,

Hee hastens with such doubtfull starts.

At qui non ego te quærere desinam,

Clamatura retrò,Christe, Revertere: &

Rursus, cùm rapido fugeris impetu,

Clamatura, Revertere.

But till I find thee, I’le not cease, nor rest,

But cry aloud, Returne, ô Christ:

And when with swifter speed thou fly’st away,

Returne againe, ô Christ, I’le say.

O seu te Libani terga virentia,

Seu formosa rubræ culta Bethuliæ,

Seu pinguis Solymæ, sive procul cavæ

Cingunt rura Capharniæ;

The tops ofLebanus, so green and gay,

The faire tilths ofBethulia,

Encompasse thee, oldSalem’s fruitfull Land,

Or elseCapharnialow doth stand.

Tandem sollicitæ pone modum fugæ.

Nam non effugies, Te mihi sedulis

Aether excubiis prodet, & aureis

Prodet Cynthia cornibus.

At length give o’re thy sad and carefull flight:

Thou shalt not scape me, th’evening bright

With its so watchfull Centry, thee’l betray,

And th’Moone with golden hornes doth stray.

Te neglecta gemunt littora, te procul

Suspirat tacitis aura Pavoniis,

Te noctis vigiles, te mihi vividis

Signant sidera nutibus.

By th’grones of the neglected shores I’le find

Thee; and by th’sighs o’th’ Westerne wind;

Thee the night’s watch, the starrs that walke about

With lively signes will point thee out.

Diræ in Herodem.

Ode 24. l. 2.

DiræinHerodem.

Ode24.Lib.2.

D

evota sacræ progenies domus!

Fatale monstrum! prodigialium

Monstrum parentum! seu Libyssa

Marmaricis leæ pavit antris,

T

hou Cursed off-spring of that sacred place!

Thou fatall monster of prodigious race!

A Libyan Lyonesse in some Affrick den

Gave nourishment to thee, thou shame of men.

Seu te maligno sidere degener

Pardus maritâ tigride prodidit,

Furoris hæredem paterni;

Sive gregis populator Afri

Or mungrill Libard with a shee-Tiger, hurl’d

Thee, with a mischiefe, into th’hatefull world,

Heyre to the fury of thy Syre, and damm;

Or some wild Wolfe left thee a naked shame:

Nudum sub alto destituit jugo;

Seu belluosis fluctibus exspuit

Irata tempestas nocentem

Alitibusqueferisqueprædam;

Under a huge hard rock: some angry storme,

From waves, with things so full of divers forme,

For birds and beasts, spew’d th’up a banefull prey;

Tuo severas pectore marmora

Duxêre venas, marmora rupibus

Decisa, quas Gætula cælebs

Deucalio super arva iecit:

The Marble quarry, ’mid’st the raging Sea,

It’s rigid veynes, from thy rough bosome drew;

Marble, from those rocks hewne,Deucalionthrew

OverGætulianfields:Megarafirst

Te sede primum livida regiâ

Megæra fixit: Tisiphone dedit

Sceptrum cruentandum feraque

Imposuit Diadema fronti; &

Fix’d th’in thy regall seat, on thee accurst

ThenTisiphonthe Scepter did bestow,

And set the Diadem on thy savage brow:

Regale nuper cum premeres ebur

Adsedit altis fulta curulibus,

Et per Palæstinos Tyrannis

Explicuit sua signa campos.

And as thy princely Ivory, of late

Thou proudly lean’dst upon, close by thee sate

With stately columnes prop’d, fell tyrannie,

Her Ensignes, who throughPalestinelet fly:

Tremensque& atrum sanguine â manu

Telum coruscans secum Odia, & Minas,

Cædemque & insanos tumultus,

Funeraque& populorum iniquas

And her black sword with bloudy trembling hand

Did brandish round, when straight at her command

Hatreds, and strifes appear’d, murder and rage

The horrid ruine of the new-borne age,

Strages, & indignum excidium retrò

Lactantis ævi traxit, & inclyta

Regnorum, inexhaustasque longis

Cladibus evacuavit urbies.

Shee drew along; Tumultuous madness, all

The slaughter’d peoples unjust funerall:

Each famous kingdome, inexhausted towne

In a large streame of bloud by her, o’re-throwne.

Illam & parentum dira gementium

Lamenta, Questusque, & Gemitus retrò,

Luctusque vicatim secuti, &

Irriguis Lacrymæ catervis.

Next followed Her, the plaints, and direfull grones

Of sighing parents, rob’d of their little ones,

Whole tydes of teares, sobs, and lamentings great

And mourning in each corner of the street.

Quòd si caducis decidit amnibus

Præsagus imber, quid pluvias sequi

Cunctantur ultrices procellæ,

Et volucrum strepitu quadrigarum

But if this show’r, from this sad cause begun,

In too too narrow rivulets doth run;

Why doe revenging stormes so much delay

To back the rayne? what doth their fury stay?

Why doth the shaken sky with rustling noise

Of the Sun’s chariot, bridle in the voice

Incussus æther pigra tonitrua &

Immugientûm fulmina nubium

Compescit, indulgentque metæ

Aëriis vaga tela pennis?

Of the slow thunder? why the lightning stop

From breaking through the clouds with hideous clap?

Those ayrie feather’d arrowes in the darke

That stray, why do they spare their cursed marke?

At nil trisulcis Acroceraunia

Dejecta flammis, nil Rhodopes jugum,

Quassæve peccavêre Cautes

Aemathiæ, risi forté dirum

Acrocerauniawith his three-fork’d flame.

And that huge Hill the Thracian Queen gave name,

Æmathia’scraggy trembling rocks may passe

Guiltlesse; they have not sin’d at all, alasse!

Inominatis marmora partubus

Fudêre monstrum: rumpite, rumpite

Monteisque, facundasque Regum

Fulmina præcipitate rupeis.

Unlesse their Marble, with a prodigious birth,

This direfull Monster teem’d, t’infest the earth:

Breake then the mountaines, break yee lightnings,

Throw headlong downe ye fruitfull rocks of Kings.

Exspiret auras; occidat, occidat

Funestus, execrabilis, efferus

Sector; crematuramque taxum

Ipse super cumulumque regni

May hee exspire! oh may the murth’rer fall!

Most execrable, cruell, tragicall!

Upon his kingdom’s pile, and flaming yew

Summum cadaver fumet, & aëra

Cælumque diro liberet halitu

Fatale monstrum, dissidentûm

Ludibrium Furiarum, & Orci.

Let his high carkasse blaze; the ayre anew

May th’ monster purge from his infectious breath,

The mocke of wrangling furyes, and of death.

Perrumpe tractus impenetrabileis

Ignava tellus, desuper arduâ

Volvente saxorum ruinâ:

Quam pelagus super, & refusis

Oh breake your entrayles, sluggish earth, and downe

Let the high ruins of the rocks be throwne;

’Gainst which the waves o’th’raging Sea may rore

Bis terque Nereus Syrtibus insonet.

Audimur. Ingens sidera verberat,

Spumamque, limumque, & rapaceis

Oceanus glomeravit undas:

AndNereuswith his Quicksands Boyling o’re:

Wee’re heard. The climbing surges strike the stars

And the big Ocean all her strength prepares;

Her foame, and slimy mud sh’hath heap’d together

Devouring waves toss’d with the worst of weather:

Jam nutat æther, jam barathrum propé,

Vastisque campi dissidiis hiant:

Jam fractus illabetur orbis

Sacrilego capiti. i, profunda

The firmament doth shake, & Hell so neere

Through the earths large chinks, which gapeth doth appear:

The shatt’red world now falls on’s impious head,

Inexpiato pollue Tartara

Tyranni leto: solus & igneum

Insume Cocytum, & frementem

Sulphureis Acheronta ripis.

Goe, Tyrant with thy death unpardoned,

Even Hell it selfe pollute, possesse, alone,

Cocytus, and sulphureousAcheron.

Ex ſacro Salomonis Epithalamio.

Out ofSolomonsſacred Marriage Song, Cant. 2.

Fulcite me floribus, &c.

Stay me with flagons, &c.

Adiuro vos, filiæ Jeruſalem, ne ſuſcitetis, &c.

Ecce iſte venit, ſaliens in montibus, tranſiliens colles, &c.

I charge O yee daughters ofJeruſalem, that yee ſtirre not up, nor wake, &c.

Behold hee commeth leaping upon the Mountaines &c.

Ode 25. Lib. 2.

Ode 25. Lib. 2.

M

e stipate rosariis,

Me fulcite crocis, me violariis,

Me vallate Cydoniis,

Me canis, sociæ, spargite liliis:

Nam visi mora Numinis

Mî sacris animam torret in ignibus.

S

tay mee with saffron, underneath me set

Full banks of Roses, beds of violet;

Refresh mee with the choicest fruit, and spread

The whitest Lillies round about my head:

For the delay of the seene-pow’re divine

In sacred flames, consumes this breast of mine.

Vos ô, vos ego filiæ

Cælestis Solymæ; vos Galaditides,

Vos ô per capreas ego

Errantesquejugis hinnuleos precor,

Antiqui genus Isaci,

Quæ saltus Libani, quæ viridem vago

Carmelum pede visitis,

Nymphæ nobilium gloria montium:

Yee Daughters of that holy Citie, yee!

Yee Sisters! I, ’tis I, that humbly pray!

O, I, intreat you, by each Hind, and Roe,

That straying o’re the tops of Hills doe goe,

Yee stock of ancientIsaac, yee that move

With nimble foot throughLebanussweet grove,

O’reCarmelsfragrant top! yee Nymphs so faire

The glory of the noble Hills that are,

Ne vexate tenacibus

Acclinem violis: neu strepitu pedum,

Neu plausæ sonitu manus

Pacem solliciti rumpite somnii:

Donec sponsa suo leves

Somnos ex oculis pollice terserit:

DonecLuciceraureus

Rerum paciferum ruperit otium.

Molest not my beloved with your cryes,

Amongst the twining Violets that lyes:

Doe not with claps of hands, or noise of feet,

Awake her, from her carefull slumbers yet:

Untill my Spouse, of her owne selfe, shall rise

And wipe away the soft sleep, from her eyes;

Untill the golden day-starre shall release

All things from silent rest, and gentle peace.

Summis ecce venit jugis

Formosæ soboles matris, & unica

Formosi soboles patris:

Silvarumquesuper collacomantium,

Et intonsum Libani caput,

Magnorumquesalit tergacacuminum, ac

Proceras nemorum domos

Prono transiliens præterit impetu:

Behold from tops of yonder hills doth come

The blessed off-spring of’s faire mothers womb,

The only issue of’s bright father too,

On the thick tops o’th’ groves doth leaping goe,

The unshorne head ofLebanusso hye

Hee leaps, and the great backs of Mountaines by,

The stately dwellings of the woods hee skips,

And down again with nimble foot hee trips:

Veloci similis capræ

Qua visis humili in valle leonibus,

Per prærupta, per ardua

Sublimi volucris fertur anhelitu.

Like to a frighted, and swift running Roe.

Beholding Lions in a vale below,

With an amazed haste, and deep fetch’d breath

Through uncouth places runs t’escape his death.

Ad Egnatium Nollium.

Æquo ſemper rectoqueanimo, adverſus fortunæ inconſtantiam ſtandum eſſe.

Ode4.Lib.3.

ToEgnatius Nollius.

That we ought to be of an even and upright mind, againſt the inconſtancy of fortune.

Ode4.Lib.3.

S

ive te molli vehet aura vento,

Sive non planis agitabit undis,

Vince Fortunam, dubiasqueNolli,

Lude per artes.

A

rt thou blow’n on, with gentle gale,

Or in rough waters forc’d to sayle?

Still conquer Fortune, make but sports

Of her, and her uncertain Arts.

Riserit? vultum generosus aufer.

Fleverit? dulci refer ora risu:

Solus, & semper tum esse quovis

Disce tumultu.

Laughs shee? turne bravely away thy face.

Weeps shee? bring’t back, with smiling grace:

When shee’s most busie, be thou than

Retyr’d, and alwayes thine own man.

Ipse te clausus modereris urbem

Consul aut Cæsar; quoties minantûm

Turba fatorum quatient serenam

Pectoris arcem.

Thus close shut up, thine owne free state

Thou best mayst rule, chiefe Magistrate;

When the fierce Fates shall most molest,

The serene palace of thy brest.

Cum leves visent tua tecta casus,

Lætus occurres: præeunte luctu

Faustitas & pax subeunt eosdem

Sæpe Penates.

When light mischance, thy fort, or thee

Shall visit; meet it merrily:

Good luck, and peace, in that house stay

Where mourning, first, hath led the way.

Dextra sors omnis gerit hoc sinistrum,

Quòd facit molleis: habet hoc sinistra

Prosperum, quem nunc ferit, imminenteis

Durat in ictus.

In dext’rous chance, this hurt we see,

It makes us soft: Extremity—

This, prosperous hath, wheresoe’re it hits,

It hardens, and for danger fits.

Ille qui longus fuit, esse magnus

Desinit mœror, facilem ferendo

Finge Fortunam; levis esse longo

Discit ab usu.

The griefe that hath been of such length,

Doth ’bate its violence and strength.

By bearing much, make fortune frees

Shee learnes, by custome, light to be.

Ad Marcum Silicernium.

Veras eſſe divitias, quæ à bonis animi petuntur.

Ode6.Lib.3.

To Marcus Silicernius.

That thoſe are the true riches which are fetch’d from the goods of the mind.

Ode6.lib.3.

N

unquam præcipiti credulus aleæ

Cum Fatis avidas composui manus,

Ut mecum taciti fœdere prælii

Aequâ pace quiescerent.

A

rash believer of their ticklish play,

With Fates, I ne’re joyn’d greedy hands in hast.

From the strict course of private jarres, that they

With mee, in such an equall peace should rest.

Quid Fortuna ferat crastina, nesciam,

Hæres ipse neci. Quas dedit, auferet,

Non avellet opes, quæ procul extime

Semotæ spatio jacent.

I know not what to morrow’s fortune brings

Heire to my selfe alone. The wealth she gave

Lyes in my outmost roomes, ’mongst worst of things;

Which, without force, she may for taking have.

Quæ possunt adimi, non mea credidi;

Nunquam pauperior, si mens integer.

Regnum,Marce, mei si benè de meis

Vectigalia censibus—

Things can be ta’ne away, I ne’re thought mine;

Not poorer I, if mine owne selfe compleat.

Ikingdome,Marcus, of my selfe I find

If the great custome of mine owne estate—

Intra me numerem. Pars animi latet

Ingens, divitibus lætior Indiis,

Quo non ter spatio longiùs annuo

Itur navibus, aut equis.

Within me I could in just numbers cast.

A great part of my mind lyes close, more wide

Then the rich Indyes are, to which at most

But thrice a yeare, we can but sayle or ride.

Sed mens assiduum visitur in diem

Hospes sæpe sui; non ebur, aut novas

Mercatura dapes, ipsa sui satis

Dives, si sibi cernitur.

But my rich mind, oft to it selfe a guest,

By its owne selfe is daily visited;

Not ’bout to buy Toyes for a roome, or feast,

If of its selfe it’s seen, it’s richly fed.

Ad Aurelium Fuſcum.

Omnia humana Caduca, incertaque eſſe.

Ode12.Lib.3.

ToAurelius Fuſcus.

That all humane things are fraile and uncertaine.

Ode 12. Lib. 3.

S

i primum vacuis demere corticem

Rebus.Fusce, velis, cetera diffluunt

Vernæ more nivis, quæ modò nubium

Leni tabuit halitu.

I

f the first barke,Fuscus, thou would’st but pare

From empty things, the rest will flow,

And vanish quite like vernal snow;

Which melts away, with the mild breath o’th’ ayre.

Formosis reseces fortia; displicent.

Externis trahimur; si malè Dardanis

Respondens Helenæ pectus amoribus

Famosus videat Paris;

Valour from beauty sever’d, slowly moves.

Meere outsides please: hadParisseene

FaireHelensheart, how foule ’t had beene,

How ill requiting to theTrojanLoves,

Nusquam per medii prælia Nerei

Ventorumque minas splendida deferat

Graii furta thori sed benè mutuo

Rerum consuluit jugo

Ne’re, through the midst ofNereusbroyles, had hee

Or the winds anger, borne away

O’th’ Grecian bed that beauteous prey.

But Nature’s Lord, the mutuall yoke, we see,

Naturæ Dominus, quòd niveis nigra,

Lætis occuluit tristia. Qui bona

Rerum de vario deliget agmine,

Consulto sapiet Deo.

Of things hath ord’red well, that black with white,

Sad things with joyfull cov’red lye.

And from this various mixture, hee

The best would choose, from Heav’n must learne the right.

Ad Cæſarem Pauſilipium.

Regnum ſapientis.

Ode3.Lib.4.

To Cæſar Pauſilipius.

The kingdome of a wiſe man.

Ode3.Lib.4.

L

atè minaces horruimus Lethi

Regnare Thracas. Latius imperat,

Qui solus, exemptusque vulgo

Certa sui tenet arma voti.

T

he large-commanding Thracians wee

Have fear’d. More large command hath hee,

Who all alone himselfe retyres,

And keepes sure guard o’re his desires.

Imbelle pectus parce fidelibus

Munire parmis; neu latus aspero

Lorica cinctu, neu decorum

Arcus amet pharetraque collum.

Thy unwarlike breast, with shield of proofe

Forbeare to fortifie; throw off

From thy unpractic’d sides the shirt

Of Mayle, so hard about thee girt.

Let not the Quiver and the bow

Such homage to thy soft neck doe.

An Cimber, an te lectus ab ultimis

Pictus Britannis ambiat, an Geta,

Nil allabores; ipse miles,

Ipse tibi pugil, ipse Ductor.

Whether’t beeDane, orPict, ta’ne out

From farthestBrittaine, hems th’about

OrGoth, ne’re labour much to know

Thine owne Commander, Champion too.

Exile regnum,Pausilipi, sumus:

Sed se obsequentem qui sibi subdidit,

Hic grande fecit, si suasmet

Ipse roget peragatque leges.

Wee are—’tis true a kingdome small;

But,Pausilipius, hee that shall

His flatt’ring selfe, t’ himselfe subdue,

A businesse great doth undergoe;

If his owne lawes hee can perswade,

And doth performe them being made,

Armata Regem non faciet cohors,

Non tincta vulgi purpura sanguine,

Aut nobili stellatus auro

Frontis apex, teretique gemmâ.

An host, makes no Kings title good,

Nor Robes deepe dy’d in peoples blood.

A high brow set with starrs of gold,

Or Jems more glorious to behold.

Rex est, profanos qui domuit metus:

Qui cùm stat unus, castra sibi facit;

Casumquefortunamque pulchro

Provocat assiduus duello.

Non ille vultum fingit ad improbi

Decreta vulgi, non popularia

Theatra, non illum trophæa,

Non volucri movet aura plausu.

Beatus, à quo non humilem gravis

Fortuna vocem, non tumidam levis

Expressit umquam curiosis

Dum tacitus premit ora fatis.

Hee who hath tam’d all coward feares,

And his owne Guard himselfe prepares,

Who practic’d, in faire combate, first

Dares Chance and Fortune do their worst;

That man’s a King. Hee doth not faine

His lookes to th’ votes o’th’ vulgar straine,

The popular stage, and publike showes

Ne’re moves him, nor the ayre that blowes

With swift applause; Hee’s blest whosesprite,

Fall Fortune sad, or fall she light,

Hath ne’re exprest, to th’standers by,

A low complaint, or haughty cry;

But, lest the curious Fates displease—

Hee should, holds modestly his peace.

Ad prima si quis vulnera non gemit,

Solo peregit bella silentio:

Celare qui novit sinistros,

Ille potest benè ferre casus.

At’s first wounds, who nor grones, nor quakes,

A Conquest with his silence makes:

Hee that mischance knowes how to hide,

The worst of ills, can best abide.

Ille, & caducis se licet undique

Suspendat auris pontus, & in caput

Unius & flammas, & undam, &

Vertat agens maria omnia Auster,

Hee, though the Sea should every where

Hang up its waves i’th’ flitting ayre;

And the rough winds on him, should presse

Flames mix’d with billowes, nay whole Seas,

Rerum ruinas, mentis ab arduà

Sublimis aulà, non sine gaudio

Spectabit, & latè ruenti

Subjiciens sua collo cælo

From the high Court of’s lofty mind

I’th’ midst o’th’ ruine, sport can find;

Sets to his neck to th’ falling skye,

Mundum decoro vulnere fulciet;

Interquecæli fragmina, lugubre

Telluris insistet sepulchrum, ac

Incolumis morientis ævi

And props the world most valiantly:

To the now gasping Age safe heyre,

Leans on the Earth’s sad sepulchre,

Whence, ’midst the fragments of the skye,

Heres, ab alto prospiciet, magis

Hæc magnæ quam sint quæ pedibus premit,

Quàm quæ relinquet; jam tum Olympi

Non dubius moriturus hospes.

Hee sees most clearly from on hye,

How much more great those things appeare,

Hee treads on, then indeed they are,

Being then prepar’d, and ready drest

To dyeOlympuscertaine guest.

Quò cùm volentem fata reduxerint,

Nil interest, an morbus, an hosticus

Impellat ensis, quò supremum

Urget itur. Semel advehemur

Where, when by th’ Fates hee’s gladly brought,

Whether disease, it matter’s not,

Or enemies sword, doth thrust him on,

When his last journey he must run.

Quam navigamus semper in insulam

Seu lata magnis stravimus æquora

Regis carinis; seu Quirites,

Exiguâ vehimur phaselo.

To th’ Port wee are but once brought in

To which w’have alwayes sayling bin:

Whether, as mighty Princes, wee

In gallant ships have spread the Sea;

Or, as the common sort of men,

In smaller Barks, have carryed been.

Illo beatum margine me meus

Exponat asser. Cur ego sistere

Aeterno reformidens quietus

Littore, si peritura linquam?

May my poore bottome to that brinke

Mee happy bring; why should I shrinke—

Safe on th’Aeternall shore to stand,

If with such trash I can shake hand?

Ad Q. Delliam.

Non tam populari exemplo, quâm potius rationis ductu vitam eſſe inſtituendam.

To Q. Dellius.

That our life ought not to bee inſtituted ſo much by popular example, as by the guiding of reaſon.

Ode10.Lib.4.

Ode10.Lib.4.

D

elli, si populo duce

Vita degenerem carpimus orbitam,

Erramus, procul arduis

Virtus se nimium seposuit jugis.

Illuc quò via tritior,

Hoc est certa minùs. Longus inutili

Error nectitur ordine:

Et mores populum, non ratio trahit.

W

eeerre (myDellius) if wee take

That baser path of life, the people make;

In highest and remotest Hills

Vertue sequesters up her selfe, and dwells.

There where the way more beaten lyes,

Lesse certaine, and more slipp’ry alwayes ’tis.

From fruitlesse order, errours grow;

Custome, not reason, drawes the people now.

Casu vivitur, & viam

Non metam premimus, quà præeuntium

Per vestigia civium

Insanæ strepitus plebis, & improbæ

Voces invidiæ vocant.

Exemplis trahimur & trahimus retrò,

Soli nemo sibi est malus,

Nulli vita sua est: dum vaga postero

Tubam turba premit gradu,

Sunt primi exitio sæpè sequentibus.

Men live by Chance, our time we spend

I’th’ way, like Truants, and forget the end,

Where ’mid’st the throng of passers by,

The noyse of the mad rout, the hatefull cry

Of envy, calls, wee’re drawne amaine

B’example; others wee draw back againe;

No man is ill to himselfe alone,

Nor no mans life is onely call’d his owne.

Whil’st that the rambling rout treads o’re

With after steps, the heeles of them before,

They that goe formost are design’d

A mischiefe oft to those that come behind.

Me Parnassus & integer

Plebeiis Helicon cætibus eripit

Sublimem; undè vagantium

Errores animorum, & malè desidis

Vulgi damna patent. juvat

Ex alto intrepidum colle jacentià

Despectare pericula, &

Cantum non propriis vivere casibus.

Pernassus, and chasteHelicon

Sublimes and takes mee from the vulgar throng:

From whence, the false mistakes I view

And wandring mindes of the too slothfull crew;

And from on hye I fearelesse see,

With sport, the dangers that below me lye;

Thus warily with joy I live,

And by, other mens mischances I can thrive.

Ad Sigiſmundum Lætum.

Gloriæ inanis deſpicientiam & ſilentium commendat.

Ode 11. l. 4.

To Sigiſmundus Lætus.

Hee Commends the deſpiſing of vaine-glory, and ſilence.

Od. 11. Lib. 4.

L

æte, quid cassis sequimur fugacem

Gloriam telis? fugit illa Mauri

More, vel Parthi, regeritque ab ipso

Vulnera tergo.

W

hy fleeting glory follow wee,

Lætus, with weapons all in vaine?

When like a Moore, or Parthian, shee

Flyes at her backe with wounded Trayne.

Hospes unius negat esse tecti

Garrulus vulgi favor: hîc inani

Aure rumores legit, inde veris

Falsa remiscet.

The Talking-peoples love, denyes

Under one roofe a guest to fix:

With’s empty care, one takes up lyes,

And them with truths, doth subt’ly mix,

Hîc velut nidum positurus hæsit,

Mox ubi vano vacuum tumultu

Pectus illusit, tacitis in altum

Subsilit alis,

Another sticks, and thinkes to build

His nest: but when he plainly sees

His empty breast with noise beguild,

Aloft with silent wings, hee flees.

Vera laus sciri fugit. ipse pulcher

Se suâ Titan prohibet videri

Luce: qui totus potuit latere,

Major habetur.

True praise would not be knowne; the Sun

Forbids from being seen below

By his own light: and hee that can

Ecclipse himselfe, doth brighter show.

Qui premit sacram taciturnitate

Pectoris gazam; benè non silenti

Tutus in vulgo benè suspicaci

Regnat in aulâ.

Hee that in silence, of his mind

The sacred Treasury containes;

Safety i’th’ vulgar noyse doth find:

In’s doubtfull Court, and wisely raignes.

Præterit mutas benè cymba ripas;

Quæ simul raucis strepuêre saxis,

In latus cautam sapiens memento

Avertere proram.

Still banks thy Pinnace well may passe.

But when with hoarse rocks they do roare,

Remember wisely to forecast

And turn’t aside with wary Oare.

Ad Ianum Libinium.

Solitudinem ſuam excuſat.

Ode12.Lib4.

To Ianus Libinius.

Hee excuſes his retyredneſſe.

Ode12.Lib.4.

Q

uid me latentem sub tenui lare

Dudum moretur, cùm mihi civium

Amica certatim patescant

Atria, sæpe rogasLibini.

W

hat ’tis detaines me here, and why—

I hide my selfe from every eye.

How in so poore a house I spend

My houres, y’have often ask’d me, friend;

When the free Courts of free-borne men,

Fall out, which first shall let me in.

Me plenus, extra quid cupiam? meo

In memet ipsum clausus ab ostio,

In se recedentis reviso

Scenam animi vacuumquerelustro

I enjoy my selfe, what need I more?

Of every sense I lock the dore;

And close shut up, a taske I find

In the retyring house o’th’ mind:

Vitæ theatrum, sollicitus mei

Spectator, an quæ fabula prodii

Matura procedam, & supremo

Numinis excipienda plausu.

The Theatre of my life I view

My owne spectator and iudge too—

Whether the tale I first begun

In well digested Acts I’ue spun;

In every scene, if every clause

Goes neatly off, with heav’ns applause:

Omnes recenset numen, & approbat

Vel culpat actus: quo mea judice

Si scena non levè peracta est,

Sim populo sine teste felix.

Each Action scan’d, is there set free

Or sentenc’d by authoritie—

If there, withwell DoneI escape,

I’me blest without the peoples clap.

Odi loquacis compita gloriæ

Plebeia: quam cùm fama faventibus

Evexit auris, sæpe misso

Invidiæ stimulata telo,

Aut invidentûm territa vocibus,

Parùm obstinatis & malè fortibus

Dimittit alis. Illa nudam

Plangit humum, lacerosquesaxis

Affligit artus. Me meliùs tegat

Privata virtus, & popularia

Numquam volaturum per ora

Celet iners sine laude tectum.

I hate the common road of praise,

Or what the gaping vulgar raise,

Which with a pleasant gale a while

Fame hurries, but doth soone beguile:

Now Envie’s sting it feeles, ere long

Th’Artillery of some spightfull tongue:

Thus chac’d, with weak’ned wings it dyes;

Or torne, on the bare ground it lyes.

A private fame, a meane house, where

I live conceal’d from popular ayre,

Best fits my mind, and shelters me:

Semota laudem si meruit, vetat

Audire virtus. tutiùs invidi

Longinqua miramur: propinquis

Lævus amat comes ire Livor.

Vertue t’her owne praise deafe should be.

Our emulation, things a farre off command,

But Envy haunts things that are neere at hand.

Ad Cæſarem Pauſilippium.

Adverſa conſtanti animo ferenda eſſe.

Ode13.Lib.4.

To Cæſar Pauſilippius.

That adverſity is to bee endured with a conſtant mind.

Ode 13. l. 4.

S

i quæ flent mala lugubres

Auferrent oculi, Sidoniisego

Mercarer benè lacrymas

Gemmis, aut teretum merce monilium,

At ceu rore seges viret,

Sic crescunt riguis tristia fletibus.

Urget lacryma lacrymam;

Fecundusquesui se numerat Dolor.

Quem fortuna semel virum

Udo degenerem lumine viderit,

Illum sæpè ferit; mala

Terrentur tacito fatæ silentio.

Ne te, ne tua fleveris

Quæ tu, care, vocas,Pausilipi, mala,

Quam pellunt lacrymæ, fovent

Sortem: dura negant cedere mollibus.

Siccas si videat genas,

Duræ cedet hebes sors patientiæ.

I

f mournfull eyes could but prevent

The evils they so much lament

Sidonian Pearles, or Gems more rare,

Would be too cheap for ev’ry teare.

But moyst’ned woes grow fresh, and new,

As Come besprinkled with the dew.

Teare followes teare, and fruitfull griefe

Hath from it selfe, its owne reliefe.

The man whom Fortune doth espy

With drooping spirit, and moyst’ned eye,

Shee, often strikes; ill Fate, amaine

Runs Scarr’d no notice being ta’ne.

Bewayle not then thy selfe, deare friend,

Or evills that on thee attend;

What they expell, teares cherish oft;

Hard things deny to yeild to soft.

Mischance is conquered, when she spies

A valiant patience with dry eyes.

Ad Criſpum Lævinium.

Rogatus cur ſæpè per viam caneret, reſpondet.

Ode44.BLib4.

To Criſpus Lævinius.

Being aſked why hee ſung ſo often as hee travailed, hee anſwers.

Ode44.BLib.4.

C

um meam nullis humeros onustus

Sarcinis tecum patriam reviso

Lætus, & parvo mihi cumque dives

Canto viator.

A

s cheerefully I walke with thee,

My shoulders from all burdens free.

Our native soyle again to see

Rich to my selfe I sing,

Tu siles mœstùm: tibi cura Musas

Demit, & multi grave pondus auri.

Quæque te quondam male fida rerum

Turba relinquet.

Whil’st care strikes thee, and thy Muse dumb,

The heavy weight of thy vast summe,

Or what estate in time to come

The faithlesse rout may bring.

Dives est qui nil habet; illa tantùm

Quæ potest certâ retinere dextrâ,

Seque fert secum vaga quò, migrare

Jussit egestas.

Hee’s rich that nothing hath; Hee that

In’s certaine hand holds his estate,

That makes himselfe his constant mate

Where need commands him go;

Quid mihi, qui nil cupiam, deesse

Possit? umbro si placet unaPindi

Vallis: ô sacrum nemus, ô jocosa

Rura Camœna!

What can I want, that nought desire?

ThenPindusvale, I reach no higher:

O sacred Grove! O pleasant quire

In those coole shades below!

Quæ meos poscet via cunquegressus,

Delphici mecum, mea regna, colles

Itis, & fessum comitante circum-

Sistitis umbrâ.

What paths soe’re my steps invite

Ye Delphian hills, my sole delight

Doe goe with mee; in weary plight,

And veyle me with good grace.

Me Gothus sævis religet catenis,

Me Scythes captum rapiat; solutâ

Mente, vobiscum potero tremendos

Visere Reges.

Let th’Gothhis strongest chaines prepare,

TheScythianhence mee captive teare,

My mind being free with you, I’le stare

The Tyrants in the face.

Ad Munatium.

Nihil in rebus humanis non tædio plenum eſſe.

Ode15.Lib.4.

To Munatius.

That nothing in humane affaires is not full of tediouſneſſe.

Ode 15. l. 4.

N

il est,Munati, nil, iterùm canam,

Mortale, nil est, immedicabilis

Immunetædî. Clarus olim

Sol proavis atavisque nobis,

N

othingMunatius, nothing I sing’t againe,

That’s mortall, nothing from th’ uncured paine

Of tediousnesse is free. The Sun

Which bright to our forefathers shone

Parùm salubris, nec maculâ reus

Damnatur unâ; quicquid in arduo

Immortale mortalesOlympo

Vidimus, invidiæ caducâ

To us, but little healthfull, doth appeare,

And though not guilty of one spott, not cleare:

Whatsoe’re immortall thing we see

In highOlympus, silly wee

Fuscamus umbrâ. non placet incolis

Qui Sol avitis exoritur jugis;

Aut prisca quæ dudum paternam

Luna ferit radiis fenestram.

Doe over-cast with Envy’s shade; here one

From his owne native Hills the rising Sun.

Disclaimes; or th’ancient Moone, that strikes

Her beames through’s fathers glasse, dislikes.

Cælo quotannis, & patriis leves

Migramus arvis; hunc tepidæ vocant

Brumæ Batavorum, huic aprici

Ausoniæ placuêre soles.

Each yeare we change our ayre, and soyle, so light;

Him,Hollandswarmer Climate doth invite:

Another differs, and doth cry

Ausonia’s clearer Suns please mee.

Frustrà; fideles si dominum retrò

Morbi sequuntur, nec tacitus Dolor

Absistit, aut Veiente curru,

Aut Venetâ comes ire cymbâ.

In vaine all this, if faithfull sicknesses

Wait close behind; if secret griefes ne’re cease,

All’s one, whether in Chariot

Thou goest, or in Venetian boat.

Tandemque nobis exulibus placent

Relicta; certam cui posuit domum

Virtus, huic nunquam paternæ

Fumus erit lacrymosus aulæ.

Poore exiles! then, things left doe please us most,

Who a sure building can from vertue boast,

To him the smoke of’s father’s Hall

Doth never hurt his eyes at all.

Virtus agresti dives in otio

Sese ipsa claudit finibus in suis

Plerumque, & insonti quietum

In paleâ solium reclinat.

Vertue oft-times, rich in a rustick ease

Confines her selfe to her owne private blisse;

And in the guiltlesse straw, her throne

With great delight can leane upon.

Ad Ieſum Opt. Max.

Ex ſacro Salomonis Epithalamio.

Out ofSolomon’s ſacred Marriage Song.

Chap. 1. 7.

Indica mihi quem diligit anima mea, ubi paſcas, ubi cubes in meridie.

Tell mee (ô thou whom my ſoule loveth) where thou feedeſt, where thou makeſt thy flocks to reſt at noone, &c.

παραφραστικῶς.

Ode 19. Lib. 4.

Od. 19. Lib. 4.

D

icebas abiens: Sponsa vale; simul

Vicisti liquidis nubila passibus.

Longam ducis, Jesu,

In desideriis moram.

T

hou said’st, farewell my Spouse, & went’st away

More fleet then Clouds with liquid paces stray:

Oh what a longing, Jesu thus

With thy delay thou mak’st in us?

Ardet iam medio summa dies polo,

Jam parcit segeti messor, & algidas

Pastor cum grege valleis,

Et picta volucres petunt.

’Tis now high noone, the scorching Sun doth burne

I’th’ mid’st o’th’ pole, the mower spares the corne,

The Shepheard, with his flocks, is glad—

And painted birds, to seeke coole shade.

At te quæ tacitis destinet otiis

O Jesu regio? quis mihi te locus

Cæcis invidet umbris,

Aut spissâ nemorum coma?

But Jesu! whereartthou? what region’s blest

By holding thee so long in silent rest?

What darksome shade denyes my love?

Or with thick boughs what shady Grove?

Scirem quo jaceas cespite languidus,

Quis ventus gracili præflet anhelitu,

Quis rivus tibi grato

Somnum prætereat sono;

Knew I on what green Turfe thou dost repose

Thy fainting limbs; what wind with soft breath blowes’

What streame, with bubling, passing by

Disturbs thy sleep, or wakens thee;

Ah! nè te nimio murmure suscitent

Nostræ diluerent flumina lacrymæ,

Et suspiria crudis

Miscerentur Etesiis.

Oh! lest the too much noise should raise thee, I

Would let fall streams of teares should qualifie;

My warmer sighes thou mix’d should’st find

With the cold blasts o’th’ Easterne wind.

Ex ſacro Salomonis Epithalamio.

Out ofSalomon’s ſacred marriage ſong.

En dilectus meus loquitur mihi: Surge, propera amica mea, columba mea, formoſa mea, & veni. Iam enim hiems tranſiit, imber abiit & receſſit. &c.

My beloved ſpake and ſaid unto mee, riſe up my love, my Dove, my faire one, and come away; for loe the winter is paſt, the raine is over and gone: the flowers appeare on the earth, the time of ſinging of birds is come, and the voice of the Turtle is heard in our Land. The fig tree putteth forth, &c.

Ode21.Lib.4.

Ode21.Lib.4.

F

allor? an Elysii lævâ de parte Sereni

Me mea vita vocat!

Surge soror, pulchris innectito lora columbis;

Pulchrior ipsa super

Scande rotas, Libaniquelevem de vertice currum,

Has, age flecte domos.

Ad tua decidu fugiunt vestigia nimbi,

Turbidus imber abiît:

Ipsa sub innocuis mitescunt fulmina plantis,

Ipsa virescit hiems.

D

o I mistake? or from Elyzium cleare

My life’s call doe I heare?

Sister arise, and harnesse thy sweet paire

Of Doves, thy selfe more faire;

Mount and drive hither, here let thy Chariot stop,

FromLibanushye top;

At thy approach the falling showres doe fly,

Tempestuous stormes passe by,

The lightning’s quench’d under thy harmlesse feet,

Winter turnes Spring to see’t.

Interea sacris aperit se scena viretis

Sub pedibusquetibi

Altera floret humus, alterquevagantia lætus

Sidera pascit ager.

Hic etiam trepidi pendent è rupibus hædi,

Præcipitesquecapræ;

Hinnuleique suis, passim dum flumina tranant,

Luxuriantur aquis.

While in the sacred Green, a bow’re we see

Doth spread it selfe for thee.

The Earth new Turff’s it selfe for thee to tread,

The straying starrs fresh fields make glad.

Here with their dams, of Kids th’amazed flocks

Hang on steep sides of Rocks;

Here as they swim, the wanton Hinds do play

In the coole streames all day.

It Leo cum Pardo viridis de colle Saniri

Mitis uterque regi,

Cumque suo passim ludunt in montibus agno

Exsuperantque juga.

Plurimus hos circum tacito pede labitur amnis,

Pumicibusque cavis

Per violas lapsæ per declives hyacinthos,

Exspatiantur aquæ.

Lenè fluunt rivi, muscosis lenè susurrus

Murmurat è scopulis.

In vitrio pisces saliunt hilares crystallo,

Dulcè queruntur aves.

The Lion with the Libard downe is l’ed

Tame and well governed;

Each with his Lamb about the Mountaines skip,

O’re Hills they lightly trip.

By these a spacious brooke doth slowly glide,

Which with a spreading tyde

Through bending Lilyes, banks of Violets

From th’hollow Pumice sweats.

The rivers gently flow, and a still sound

From mossie Rocks doth bound.

The sporting fish dance in the christall Mayne,

The Birds sweetly complaine,

Nec verò, si mœsta placent saletia cælo

Flebile murmur abest:

Nam sibi dum vestro regemunt ex orbe palumbes,

Huc sonus ille venit.

Sic dum se viduo solatur Carmine turtur,

Gaudia nostra placent.

The ayre, if dolefull comforts please, doth ring

With mournfull murmuring.

For when the Doves eccho each others cry

That sound doth hither fly.

As they with widowed notes themselves do please,

Just so, our joyes increase.

Cetera non desunt, pronis vindemia pendet

Officiosa botris,

Hîc etiam vulgò violas, albentia vulgó

Ungue ligustra leges:

Ipsa tibi, leti succos oblita priores,

Mitia poma cadent:

Ipsæ maturâ labentur ab arbore ficus,

Percutientquesinum.

No want appeares; th’officious Vine doth stand

With bending clusters to our hand.

Here, thou shalt pick sweet Violets, and there

Fresh Lillyes all the yeare:

The Apple ripe drops from its stalke to thee,

From tast of death made free.

The luscious fruit from the full Figtree shall

Into thy bosome fall.

Intereà falcem vindemia nescit, aratrum

Saucia nescit humus.

Ipsæ sponte virent segetes, innoxius ipse

Messibus albet ager.

Præbent Hospitium platani: præbet formosos

Graminis herba toros.

Cædua Pãchæos sudant opobalsama nimbos;

Et genialis odor

Aspirat quoties, nutantibus hinc atque illinc

Ingruit aura comit.

Meane while, the Vine no pruning knife doth know,

The wounded earth no plow.

The Corne growes green alone, and th’unhurt land

Doth white with harvest stand.

The grasse affords a stately bed, the Plane

Spreads thee to entertaine.

Arabian mists sweat from the gummy tree

Of Balme, and all for thee;

Which through the ayre, a rich perfume doe throw,

Fann’d with each neighb’ring bough.

Surge; quid indignos ducis per tædia soles?

Surge, age, cara soror.

Ecce tuis ipsæ iam circum fræna columbæ

Ingemuêre moris.

Huc age, formosas formosior ipsa columbas

Hospita flecte furor.

Arise my Sister deare, why dost thou stay,

And spend th’unwilling day?

Behold thy harness’d Doves, at thy delay

Doe sigh, come, drive away.

Put on, and hither drive thy beauteous paire

Of Doves, thy selfe more faire.

AdIanuſsiumSkuminum.

Cùm conjugi chariſſimæ juſta perſolveret.

παραφραστικῶς.

ToIanuſiusSkuminus.

When hee performed the Funerall obſequies of his moſt deare Wife.

παραφραστικῶς.

Ode30.Lib.4.

Ode 30. Lib. 4.

S

i tibi pollicitum numen, si fata fuissent

Æternos fere conjugis annos;

Jure per assiduos (procerum fortissime) fletus

Ereptam quererêre,Janussi.

Quem Pietas quem non moveat non tristibus unquam

Arx animi concussa procellis

Et pudor, & proni niveo de pectore sensus,

Et Regina modestia morum,

Aut bona sedulitas, aut non incauta futuri

Præsagæ solertia montis?

W

hat though the Gods have promis’d she shall bee

Enfranchis’d to Eternity?

Yet (valiant Sir) so great a losse still cryes

For a just tribute from your eyes;

View but her pious mind, that tow’re of state

Not shaken by sad stownes of Fate,

Her humble innocent soule, her guiltlesse feare,

Her modesty chiefe Regent there;

The prudent thrift of her presaging mind

Her constant zeale, pure and refin’d;

And who can then forbeare t’embalme her Hearse

With the daily precious dew of teares?

Provida sed longam magnis virtutibus ævum

Non audent promittere fata:

Nec possunt, si quæ maturavére, profanis

Astra diu committere terris.

Nunc adeò parces longis onerare querelis

Depositum repetentia magnum,

Ingentes animi gazas, & robur, & aureo

Incoctum benè pectus honesto.

Tis not in Fate to promise length of dayes,

To things of such esteeme and praise;

Nor can the starrs suffer so ripe a birth

To be long sullied with dull earth.

Load not the Heavens then with unjust complaints,

For taking back one of their Saints.

The courage of her richly temp’red breast

Made her for them a fitter guest:

Such jewells of her mind sparkle about her

The starres themselves can’t shine without her.

Sic Tanaquil, sic quæ cunctantem Claudia rexit

Virgineâ cervice Cybellen,

Quæque maritali successit Thessala fato,

Et Latiis vaga Clœlia ripis;

Ante diem raptæ vivunt post funera, vatum

Perpetuos in carmine fastos.

ThusTanaquil; thusClaudia’s virgin band

Steer’d the unwilling Barke to land.

Thus shee, that durst her Husbands fate abide,

AndCloeliaoverTiber’styde;

Too early crop’d, survive in Poesie,

And keepe perpetuall jubilie.

Illa quidẽ non, si surdos ad carmina Manes

Orpheâ testudine vincam,

Eductas adamante fores, & ahenea rumpat

Elysiii pomœria muri,

Reddaturquetibi. Stat nulli janua voto,

Nullis exorata Poëtis.

’Tis not in Art to fetch her back againe,

Or charme the spirits withOrpheusstraine,

To breake the bars of Adamant or scale

The Rampiers of th’ Elysian wall,

No Orisons prevaile, sent from the breast

Of greatApollo’s choisest Priest.

Sunt tamen exiles insigni in limine rimæ

Quà possint arcana videri,

Hæc ego si nullos falluntinsomniamaneis,

Aut vidi, aut vidisse putavi

Errantem campo in magno, quem gemmea circum

Perspicuis stant mœnia portis:

Yet in the arched entrance chinks there bee,

Which may befriend the covetous eye;

Through these to th’hidden mysteries I peep,

And (if the spirits nor dream, nor sleep)

I saw, or else me thoughts, I there had seene

Her, wandring o’re a Spacious Greene,

With walls of Diamond, gates of purest glasse,

No Chrystall more transparent was:

Each blade of grasse was gold, each tree was there,

A golden Periwig did weare.

Auro prata virent; arbor crinitur in aurum;

Crispantur violaria gemmis,

Quæ nec Apellæus liquor, nec pulchra trigoni

Assimulent mendacia vitri.

The swelling banks of Violets did curle

Themselves with Gems, and Orient Pearle;

The glorious nothing, of theTrigonglasse—

And allApellesArt, which passe.

Centum ibi formosis in vallibus Heroïnæ

Aeternum Pæana frequentant.

Stant virides campo stellæ, madidisque corusca

Connivent sibi sidera flammis.

Through the sweet vales a Quire of Damsels sing

Eternall Pæans to their King.

The stars with sparkling light stand round I see,

Twinkling to their shrill melodie.

Illa inter medias parvo comitata nepote

Et roseo vivacior ore,

Ibat ovans, grandemquesibi, grandemque nepoti

Nectebat de flore coronam.

Her and her tender darling, then I spy,

I’th’ mid’st of that blest company;

With looks more fresh and sweet, then are the Roses

Of which her Garlands shee composes—

Two flowry Chaplets, which with Gems set round

Her owne andNephew’stemples crown’d.

Cetera me vetuit magni caligo sereni

Mortali percurrere visu.

Nectu plura velis; satis est, cui fata dederunt

Aeternis mutasse caduca.

But here a veyle was drawne, I must not prie

Nor search too farre with mortall eye,

Nor would you more. It may suffice that shee

Hath chang’d fraile flesh for blest Eternitie.

Ad Albertum Turſcium.

De ſuis ſomniis & lyricis.

Ode32.Lib.4.

ToAlbertus Turſcius.

Of his Dreames, and Lyricks.

Ode32.Lib.4.

T

ursci, seu brevior mihi

Seu pernox oculos composuit sopor,

Pennas Somnia lævibus

Affigunt humeris; jamque virentia

Latus prata superuolo,

Quà se cumque novum mollè tumentibus

Campis explicuit nemus,

Herbosæque patet scena superbiæ:

VV

hether a shorter sleep, or whether

A long one (Turscius) joyns mine eyes together

In my soft dreames, me thinks, I see

To my light shoulders wings set on, and I

With joy transported, upward soare,

The flowry Meddowes, and the pastures o’re;

Where the greene Grove its coole shade yeilds

To th’stately grasse plotts, and ripe swelling fields:

Mox & nubibus altior,

Mistus flumineis ales oloribus;

Vivos despicio lacus,

Et dulci volucrem carmine mentior.

Jam tunc nubila, jam mihi

Blandis dissiliunt fulmina cantibus;

Et quæ plurima circuit

Collum, puniceâ vincior Iride.

Straight, ’mid’st the river Swans, up hyer

A winged fowle above the cloudes I’aspire;

The lively Lakes below, I sleight,

And with sweet straines a bird I counterfeit.

See, now me thinkes, the cloudes in throngs

The lightning leaps too, at my ravishing songs;

Irisabout my neck hangs round,

And with her divers colour’d bow, I’me bound.

Idem jam vigil, & meus,

Non ingrata simul somnia dispuli,

Cùm ter mobilibus lyram

Percussi digitis, immemor & ducis

Nil sectator Horatii,

Sublimis liquidum nitor in aëra;

Et nunc littera, nunc vagas

Siccis trajiciens passibus insulas,

Nil mortale mei gero, &

Jam nil sollicito debeo ponderi.

Being now my selfe, and newly wak’d,

My not unwelcome dreames, just now off shak’d;

Thrice o’re my Lute, I scarce had run

With nible finger neat division;

RemembringHorace, Thee, my guide,

When my high Genius through th’ayre doth ride;

Now o’re the scatt’red Islands, then

O’re Seas, with dry feet passing back again;

Nothing that’s mortall of mee, now

I beare, and nought to my dull bulke I owe.

Tursci, sæpè tamen mones

Olim ne veteri clarior Icaro

Veris fabula casibus

Mutem Parrhasii nomina Balthiri.

Frustra; nam memor Icari,

Addo stultitiæ consilium brevi:

Nam, seu dormio, me torus;

Seu scribo, stabili sella tenet situ.

YetTursciusthou hast often told,

And warn’d mee, lest thenIcarusof old

By a true fall indeed, I make

A lowder tale, and change the name o’th’Lake.

In vaine: Remembring Him, I had

A care, and counsell, to my folly, add:

For when I sleep, in bed I lye,

And if I write, my secure chaire holds mee.

Ad Quintum Tiberinum.

Ode 34. Lib. 4.

ToQuintus Tiberinus.

Ode34.Lib.4.

D

ivitem numquam,Tiberine, dices,

Cuius Eois potiora glebis

Rura, fortunæ sine fæce pulcher

Rivus inaurat;

T

hou shalt notTiberinus, call

Him rich, whose every Acre shall

Outvie the Easterne glebe, whose field

Faire Fortune’s clearest streame doth gild.

Quem per insigneis geniale ceras

Stemma claravit; vaga quem per urbes

Quem per & gentes radiante vexit

Gloria curru.

Nor him, whose birth, and pedigree

Is fam’d abroad by’s Heraldrie;

Hee who by fleeting glory’s hurld

In his rich Chariot through the world:

Pauper est, qui se caret; & superbè

Ipse se librans, sua rura latam

Addit in lancem, socioquefallens

Pondus in auro,

He’s poore that wants himselfe, yet weighs

Proudly himselfe; in this scale layes

His lands, in th’other broad one, by,

The false weight of his gold doth lye,

Ceteris parvus, sibi magnus uni,

Ipse se nescit, pretioque falsa

Plebis attollit, propriaquese mi-

ratur in umbrâ.

Great to himselfe, to others small,

That never knowes himselfe at all,

As the false people raise him higher,

Himselfe in’s shadow hee’l admire.

Splendidam verâsineluce gazam,

Turgidum plenâ sine laude nomen

Mitte; te solo,Tiberine, disces

Esse beatus.

The fairest Gemme without true light,

Without true praise great titles, flight:

BlestTiberinus, and most free

In thy selfe alone thoul’t learne to bee.

Ad Paulum Coſlovium.

Ode35.Lib.4.

ToPaulus Coſlovius.

Ode35.Lib.4.

I

am pridem tepido veris anhelitu

Afflarunt reduces arva Favonii;

Jam se florida vernis

Pingunt prata coloribus:

T

he Westerne winds, with the warm breath o’th’Spring,

Returne, and o’re our fields their soft gales fling;

The flowry-garnish’d Meadowes by,

With freshest colours painted lye.

Stratus frugiferis ViliaCpuppibus

Grato præter abit rura silentio,

Quamvis proximus omni

Collis personet alite;

The River, which the gainfull ships so throng,

With welcome silence gently glides along,

Although the neighbouring Hill doth ring

With the shrill notes of birds that sing;

Quamvis & viridi pastor ab aggere

Dicat gramineâ carmina fistulâ.

Et qui navita debet

Plenis otia carbasis.

Although the Swaine, on the green bank that sits

Old Sonnets with his Oaten Pipe repeats,

Although the Seaman doth not faile

At length to strike his full blowne sayle.

Æquat Palladiis,Paulle, laboribus

Interpone vices. Cras simul aureo

Sol arriserit ore

Summorum juga montium,

To thyPalladianlabours interpose

Such changesPaullus; when the Sun forth showes

And with his golden presence smiles

On the hye tops of highest Hills,

Scandemus viridis terga Luciscii,

Quà celsâ tegitur plurimus ilice,

Et se prætereuntûm

Audit murmura fontium.

Wee’l mount the back of greenLuciscus, where

Hee’s thickest set with tallest Okes, and heare

The bubbling noise of streames that flow

From Fountaines that close by him goe.

Illinc è medio tota videbitur

Nobis VilnaCjugo; tota videbitur

Quæ Vilnam sinuosis

Ambit Vilia flexibus.

Thence from the midst o’th’hill allVilnaCshall

Our prospect be; our eye shall lower fall—

OnVilia’s cooler streames, that wind,

And with embracesVilnabind.

Illinc picta procul quæ radiantibus

Fulgent fana tholis, & geminam super

Despectabimus arcem,

Magni regna Palæmonis.

From thence, farre off, the Temples wee’l behold,

And radiant Scutcheons all adorn’d with gold;

Then wee’l looke o’re that double towre,

Th’extent of greatPalæmon’s pow’re.

Ut longo faciles Pacis in otio

Se tollunt populi! nam tria tertio

Surrexêre sub anno

Priscis templa Quiritibus;

How in a settled peace, and kingdomes rest

The easie people raise themselves, so blest!

Three Temples in three yeares w’have seen

To th’Citizens have reared been;

Et quà conspicuis se Gediminia

Jactant saxa jugis, & Capitolium,

Et quæ tecta superbis

Intrant nubila turribus.

WhereGediminianRocks themselves extoll

With their plaine tops, and then the Capitol,

Those buildings, whose proud turrets stretch

Themselves to th’Cloudes, and stars doe reach:

Auget magna, Quies: exiguus labor

In majus modico provenit otio.

Hinc & terga virentûm

Latè prospice collium.

Great things to greater growth doe thus increase,

And with least paines, improve themselves by peace.

Here, tops of Hills, themselves behold,

In all their flowry pride unfold.

Quæ nunc mobilibus nutat Etesiis,

Segni cana stetit sub nive populus:

Qui nunc defluit, altà

Hæsit sub glacie latex:

The Poplar now that shakes, when th’East winds blow

Stood cloth’d in gray, under the ling’ring snow:

The Springs that now so nimbly rise,

Were all of late lock’d up, in Ice:

Qui nunc purpureis floret ager rosis,

Immoto sterilis delituit gelu:

Verno quæ strepit ales,

Hiberno tacuit die.

The fields that now with blushing Roses spread,

Lay barren, and in hardest frost all hid:

The birds which chirping sit i’th’Spring;

When Winter comes, forget to sing.

Ergò rumpe moras, & solidum gravî

Curæ deme diem, quem tibi candidus

Spondet vesper, & albis

Cras Horæ revehent equis.

Breake off delayes then, and from grievous care

A constant day, set by; which th’ev’ning faire

Doth promise, and the next dayes Sun

With his white Steeds will freely run.

Ad Paulum Iordanum Vrſinum Bracciani Ducem.

Bracciani agri amœnitatem commendat, ad quam per ferias Septembres ſeceſſerat Româ.

ToPaulus Iordanus Vrſinus, Duke ofBracciano.

Hee commends the pleaſantneſſe of the Countrey, where in the feaſts ofSeptember, he retyred fromRome.

Ode1.Lib. Epod.

Ode1.Lib. Epod.

H

uc ô quietis apta Musis otia,

Levesque Ludorum chori;

Huc feriantûm Phœbe Musarum pater,

Huc hospitales Gratiæ;

Huc delicatis ite permisti Jocis

Non inverecundi Sales:

Hîc otiosi mite Bracciani solum

Vago coronemus pede.

A

ppeare ye spritefull Quire with choicest sports,

All pastime fit forPhœbusCourts;

And Thou great Master of the Revels, joyne

The Graces, to thy Daughters nine;

Witt pure and quaint, with rich conceits and free

From all obscæne scurrilitie:

Here free from care, nimbly let’s dance a round

UponBracciano’s softer ground.

Clemens supino clivus assurgit jugo,

Cælumquepaulatim subit,

Et solida subter terga scopulorum arduo

Securus insessu premit:

Arcisquejactat inter alta turrium

Insigne propugnacula,

Timenda quondam Cæsarum turmis ducum,

Timenda magno Borgiæ,

Cùm per minantûm militum aratos globos

Metuenda jaceret fulmima,

Ageretque profugum Cæsarem, & quassum metu;

Adusque promissumNihil.

A gentle Cliffe from a steep Hill doth rise

That even to Heaven, mounts by degrees,

And safe, with uncouth passage, leanes upon

The solid backs, of Rocks and stone:

Whence ’mid’st the Bulwark’d Forts, we may descry

A displayd Banner from on hye,

Which to th’ Imperiall force a terrour was,

A terrour to greatBorgias,

When through the brasen troops of’s threatning foes,

His fearfull thunder-bolts he throwes,

Pursuing routedCæsar, whom he brought

To that he promis’d him, tonought.

Hîc ille magnus frænat Etruscas opes

UrsinusHeroum decus,

Hæres avitæ laudis, & princeps caput

Magnæquelaus Oenotriæ.

Circùm coruscis scena quercetis viret,

Cælumque verrit frondibus,

Suoque colles vestit, & patentibus

Sese theatris explicat.

GreatUrsinhere puts reynes toth’Tuscanpow’re

The grace ofHeroesand the flow’re;

Heire to his father’s worth, chiefe guide and stay

And praise of greatOenotria.

A Bow’re growes green, set round with trembling Okes

Which fanns the Heavens with gentle strokes.

It clothes the Hills, and spreads it selfe all over

To th’open Theaters a cover.

Admota muris ponè Nympharum domus

Aprica præbet littora:

Ripamque Baccho jungit, & vallum propè.

Lentis flagellat fluctibus.

Majore nusquam stagna Neptuno sonant,

Aut æstuantis Larii,

Aut qui severo tangit Albanus lacu

Inenatabilem Styga:

Aut quæ procellis gaudet, & magno fremit

Superba ponto Julia:

Nec major usquam spumat, & rupes truci

Benacus assultat salo.

Close joyn’d to th’walls, the Nymphs coole Arbour stands,

Which to the Sunny shore commands;

By these a banke of Vines, which th’neighbour Trench

With milder waves doth daily drench.

Nowhere the Lakes with fuller Sea doth roare,

Either ofLariusthat boyles o’re,

Or roughAlbanuswhose troubled waves doe mix

With the unnavigable Styx:

Not stormyJulia, when her swelling pride

Most rageth in her highest tyde:

Benacusdoth not raise more froth, when he

Assaults the rocks with fiercest Sea.

Intonsa curvo monte circumstant juga,

Mitesque despectant aquas.

Nivosus illinc terga Romanus movet,

Cæloque diducit minas:

Illinc caducis ilicem quassat comis

Sublime Cymini caput:

Crudumque Boream frangit impotentibus

Depræliaturum Notis,

Terrisque latè regnat, & cæli minis

Opponit hibernum latus.

With rugged tops the bending mountaines round

Upon the slow calme streames looke downe.

Romanushere his snowy back up-reares.

And drawes downe envy from the starres:

The lofty head ofCyminushere shakes

The Oke with trembling leaves which quakes,

And holds offBoreas, when his rawer blasts

’Gainst the weake Southerne winds he casts,

Commands the Country farre, and out he sets

His Winter sides against Heavens threats.

Amica sternit interim lacum quies,

Fluctusque fluctu nititur,

Et ipsa secum pigra luctatur Thetis,

Aquæque colludunt aquis:

Quas vel carinâ, vel citata turgido

Findit phaselus linteo:

Pinnâque latè vitreum cogens pecus

Velente lino truditur,

Setâque piscem ducit, & raris procul

Lacum coronat retibus.

Meane while a pleasant calme doth smooth the Lake,

The waves ’gainst one another breake,

MildThetisselfe, with her own selfe finds sport,

And waters doe the waters court:

Through which a ship doth cut, with pleasant gales,

Or nimble Barke with swelling sayles:

The large-fin’d Chrystall cattell as they goe

Are forced whether they will or no

With ready dragnet; then with lines of haire

They round the Lake, or Nets more rare.

Hinc alta lucet divitis Pollæ domus,

Hinc pinguis Anguilaria:

Trebonianas hinc amica vineas

Vadosa plangunt æquora:

Hinc delicati fundus Aurelî nitet,

Lymphæ salutarîs pater:

Undàque morbos arcet, & vivacibus

Lucem fluentis eluit.

RichPolla’sstately house there shines, and here

Full stored Fish-ponds doe appeare:

The friendly Foords which toward the Sea doe lye

WaterTrebonianVineyards by;

Here neatAureliusfarme looks gay, chiefe Lord

And Master of that healthfull Foord,

Whose water cures diseases, whose quick springs

Doe purge out all infectious things.

At quà superbum fontibus nomen dedit

Suumque Flora marginem,

Vivis perennes decidunt saxis aquæ,

Camposque decursu lavant,

Patremque longè Tybrin, & regem sonant,

Romæque servitum fluunt.

WhereFloramakes the banks, and gives the name

To Fountaines, proud of so much fame;

From lively stones perpetuall waters flow,

And wash the fields wheresoe’re they goe,

Their fatherTyber, and their King they found

And flow toRome, with homage bound.

Sincera circùm regna naturæ nitent;

Et artis immunes loci:

Adhucque virgo sulcus, & montes adhuc

Molleis inexperti manus,

Meramque Bacchus Tethyn, & Bacchum Thetis,

Et pinguis invitat Ceres.

Nature doth purely there advance each part,

Not any place is help’d by Art:

As yet the virgin furrow, th’Hills yet stand

Untouch’d, by any tender hand.

ChastTethys,Bacchuscourts,Thetisdoth woo

Bacchusagaine, andCerestoo.

Hinc ille lætus surgit, & tenacibus

Inserpit ulmis Evius,

Udoque cornu turget, & fluentibus

Crinem racemis impedit.

Non Lesbos illi, non odorati magis

Vineta rident Massici,

Aut quæ Falernis educata solibus

Sublucet uvæ purpura.

HenceEviuscheerfull rises, and doth twine

With th’Elme, that closely clings toth’ Vine,

With’s plenteous horne he swells, his locks hang by—

With flowing Clusters tangled lye.

NotLesboshim, nor the sweet smelling grace,

Of richCampania’s fruitfull race

Delights; the purple Grape not so faire showes,

In theFalerniansun that growes.

Sed nec Falisci glaream malit soli,

Nec pinguis uber Rhætiæ;

Nec flava tantùm culta felicis Cypri,

Graiámve dilexit Rhodon:

Quantùm suis superbit, & sese suis

Miratur in canalibus.

Circùm beatis imperat campis Ceres.

Lateque rura possidet:

Et arva flavo messium fluctu tument,

Motuque culmorum natant.

Hee’l not preferreFaliscussandy ground,

NorRhætia, that doth so abound;

The yellow Tilths of happyCyprus, hee

Ne’re lov’d so much, norRhodosby:

As in his owne — in his owne channells hee

Hugging himselfe, doth proudly lye.

Sole EmpresseCeresof the fertile lands

Whose large possessions shee commands:

The fields with yellow waves doe ebbe and flow,

The ripe eares swim, when winds doe blow.

Innube rarus inquinat cælum vapor,

Aut tensa nimbis vellera:

Aut è Boreis bella ventorum plagis,

Raucusque silvarum fragor

Auditur usquam: non protervis insonant

Exercitati Syrtibus,

Euris & Austris contumaces Africi,

Et perduellibus Notis.

No vapour, here, Heavens cleared face doth staine,

No clowdy fleece stretch’d out with raine:

The Northerne blasts are still, and all at peace,

And the hoarse noise o’th’ woods doth cease:

The stubborneAfrickewinds that use to stray

About th’unruly sandy Sea,

Are all hush’d up, and no Alarum sound

To th’ other winds, entrenched round;

Tantùm serenus Vesper, & tenerrima

Etesiarum flamina.

Albique soles, & serena lucidis

Aspirat aura montibus:

Puramque cælo provehunt Horæ facem,

Et Phœbus Horarum pater

Peculiari luce colles irrigat,

Pronáque perfundit die.

Onely the Evening faire, a gentle gale

Of winds that each year never faile:

The bright Sun darting through th’enlightned Ayre

His beames, doth guild theMoutainescleare,

The houres drive on heav’ns torch, that shine so bright,

AndPhœbusfather of the light—

With a peculiar influence bedewes

The Hills all o’re, when night ensues.

Ramis tepentes ingruunt Favonii

Jocantis auræ sibilo,

Et temperatis provocant suspiriis,

Leniquesomnum murmure.

At non loquaces interim nidi tacent,

Matresque nidorum vagæ.

Sed aut maritis turtur in ramis gemit,

Et saxa rumpit questibus,

Aut læta latè cantibus mulcet loca

Famosa pellex Thraciæ.

The warmeFavonianwinds with whistling gale

Doe merrily the boughs assaile,

And with their temperate breath, and gentle noise,

Sweet pleasing slumbers softly raise.

The prateling Nests meane while no silence keep,

Their wandring guests ne’re sleep.

To’s mate, the Turtle ’mong’st the branches grones,

And with complaints breakes hardest stones,

The Nightingale, the pleasant Groves about

Refresheth, with her warbling note,

Silvisquecoram plorat, & crudelibus

Accusat agris Terea:

Quæcumque mœsta vocibus dicunt aves,

Respondet argutum nemus,

Affatur alnum quercus, ornum populus,

Affatur ilex ilicem,

Et se vicissim collocuta redditis

Arbusta solantur sonis.

Bewayles her losse to th’woods, i’th’ cruell fields

’GainstTereusher cryes shee yeilds:

And what the mournfull birds doe so complaine,

The shrill woods answer back againe.

The Oke, the Alder tells; the Poplar tree

The Ash; and that, the Elme stands by.

The Groves rejoyce with th’Eccho they afford

And tell them backe—ev’n word for word.

Huc ô Quiritûm ductor, huc Oenotriæ

O magne regnator plagæ

Jordane, tandem plenus urbis & fori,

Rerumque magnarum satur,

Sepone curis temet, & domesticis

Furare pectus otiis.

Jordanushere, hither thy selfe command,

Great Ruler of th’Oenotrianland.

Withdraw thy selfe from cares, from all resort

So cloy’d with’ Citie, and with Court,

So full of great affaires, at length thy breast

Convey to thy domestick rest.

Hic vel tuarum lene tranabis vadum

Opacus umbris arborum,

Tuosque colleis inter, & tuas procul

Perambulabis ilices:

Vel cum Decembri campus, & prima nive

Vicina canescent juga;

Here thou may’st passe thy Foord, in gloomy shade,

On each side, by thine owne trees made,

And here between thy Mounts, with tall Okes set,

A large walke thou shalt get:

Or inDecember, when the fields looke white,

And th’Hills, with the earlyest snow doth light;

Nunc impeditas mollibus plagis feras,

Silvamquepræcinges metu:

Nunc incitato capream rumpes equo,

Teloque deprendes aprum;

Jactoquecervos collocabis spiculo,

Furesqueterrebis lupos.

Sometime th’entangled game, with twining nett

I’th’ wood, with feare thou shalt besett:

Sometimes with courser fleet, pursue full sore,

The Buck thou mayst, sometimes the Bore;

With thy thrown dart the red Deer thou shalt stick.

And th’frighted ravenous Wolves shalt strick,

Quid si Latinæ lausAlexanderplagæ,

Sacræque sidus purpuræ,

Tecum paterno feriabitur solo,

Sesequecuris eximet;

Tuique cives, hospitesquecivium

Toto fruemur gaudio.

And if that Starre o’th’ sacred dignity

The glory of allItaly,

Will also from his cares, himselfe make free,

And keepe his Festivals with thee;

Each Citizen of thine, and every guest

With the compleatest joy is blest.

Ad fontem Sonam.

In patrio fundo, dum Româ rediiſſet.

Ode 2. Lib. Epod.

To the Fountaine Sona,

When hee returned.

Ode2.Lib. Epod.

F

ons innocenti lucidus magis vitro

Purâque purior nive,

Pagi voluptas, una Nympharum sitis,

Ocelle natalis soli.

Longis viarum languidus laboribus

Et mole curarum gravis

Thuscis ab usque gentibus redux, tibi

Accline prosterno latus:

Permitte siccus, quà potes, premi; cavâ

Permitte libari manu.

O

Fount more cleare then spotlesse glasse,

More pure, then purest snow e’re was,

The Nymphs desire, and Countries grace,

Thou joy of this my Native place.

Tyr’d with a tedious journey, I,

And press’d with cares that grievous lye,

From the farreTuscanLand made free

Thus low I bow my selfe to thee:

Oh, if thou canst, vouchsafe to bee

Press’d, and with hollow palme drawne dry.

Sic te quietum nulla perturbet pecus,

Ramusvè lapsus arbore:

Sic dum loquaci prata garritu secas,

Et lætus audiri salis;

Assibilantes populetorum comæ

Ingrata ponant murmura

Tibi, lyræqueVatis: haud frustrà sacer

Nam si quidUrbanusprobat,

Olim fluenti leuè Blandusiæ nihil

Aut Sirmioni debeas.

So let thy peace no wandring beast

Disturb, no broken bough, thy rest:

So when thou cutt’st with prattling noise

The Meads, and leap’st, men heare thy voice;

May th’whistling leaves of Poplar trees

With their unwelcome murmurs cease—

To thee, and thy Priests Lute: if nought

Urbanapproves, in vaine is thought

T’Blandusiathou canst nothing owe;

Nor to milde flowingSirmio.

Palinodia

Ad ſecundam libri Epodon OdamQ. Horatii Flacci.

Laus otii Religioſi.

A Palinode

To the ſecond Ode of the booke of Epodes ofQ. H. Flaccus.

The praiſe of a Religious Recreation.

Ode3.Lib. Epod.

Ode3.Lib. Epod.

A

t ille,Flacce, nunc erit beatior

Qui mole curarum procul

Paterna liquit rura, litigantium

Solutus omni jurgio;

Nec solis æstum frugibus timet suis,

Nec sidus hiberni Jovis,

Rixasquevitat, & scelesta curiæ

Rapacioris limina.

B

ut,Flaccus, now more happy he appeares,

Who, with the burthen of his cares,

Farre off hath left his father’s ground, set free

From the fierce wrangling Lawyer’s fee;

No scorching heat, nor blasts of WinterJove,

Doth hurt his fruit, or him can move:

Hee shuns all strifes, and never doth resort

The sinfull gates o’th’ greedy Court.

Ergo aut profanis hactenus negotiis

Amissa plorat sidera;

Aut in reductâ sede dispersum gregem

Errantis animi colligit,

Postquam beatæ lucra conscientiæ

Quadrante libravit suo.

But either doth bewayle those dayes and nights,

Lost by him in prophane delights;

Or else retyr’d, strives to collect and find

The dispers’d flock of’s wandring mind;

Having first fairly pois’d the recompence

And gaines of a good conscience.

Idem, propinquâ nocte, stellatas vigil

Cùm vesper accendit faces,

Ut gaudet immortale mirari jubar,

Terrâque majores globos,

Et per cadenteis intueri lacrymas

Rimosa lucis atria,

Quæ Christe tecum, virgo quæ tecum colat

Perennis hæres sæculi!

At evening, when the harbinger of night

The torches of the sky doth light,

How he admires th’immortall rayes breake forth,

And their bright Orbes, more large then earth;

How through his trickling teares, he heips his fight,

Unto the open Courts of light,

Which with thy selfe, ô Christ, thy selfe in pray’r

He’ Adores, t’Eternall life an heire!

Volvuntur aureis interim stellaæ rotis,

Pigrumque linquunt exulem,

Per ora cujus uberes eunt aquæ,

Somnos quod avertat graveis.

At quando lotum Gangis aut Indi fretis

Jam Phœbus attollit caput,

Mentis profundus, & sui totus minor

Irata flectit numina:

The Starres with golden wheeles, are hurried by,

And let their prostrate exile lye,

Over whose face, the plenteous teares doe stray,

Which chase all drowsie sleepe away;

Assoone asPhœbushead begins t’appeare,

Lately inIndusstreames made cleare,

From depth of soule, lesse then himselfe he lies,

And bends the angry pow’rs with cryes:

Vel cum sereno fulserit dies Jove,

Aprilibusque feriis,

Assueta cælo lumina, in terras vocat

Latequeprospectum jacit,

Camposquelustrat, & relucentem suâ

Miratur in scenâDeum.

Or when the Sun shines cleare, the aire serene,

AndAprillFestivals begin,

His eyes, so us’d to Heaven, he downe doth throw,

On a large prospect here below:

He viewes the fields, and wondring stands to see

In’s shade the shining Deitie.

En omnis inquit, herba non morantibus

In astra luctatur comis:

Semota cælo lacrymantur, & piis

Liquuntur arva fletibus;

Ligustra canis, & rosæ rubentibus

Repunt in auras brachiis;

Astrisque panda nescio quid pallido

Loquuntur ore lilia,

Et serò blandis ingemunt suspiriis,

Et manè rorant lacrymis.

See how (saies he) each herb with restlesse leaves

To th’ starres doth strive and upward heaves:

Remov’d from heaven they weep, the field appeares

All o’re dissolv’d in pious teares:

The white-flowr’d Woodbine, and the blushing Rose

Branch into th’aire with twining boughs;

The pale-fac’d Lilly on the bending stalke,

To th’starres I know not what doth talke;

At night with fawning sighes they’expresse their fears

And in the morning drop downe teares.

Egóne solus, solus in terris piger

Tenace figor pondere?

Sic & propinquas allocutus arbores,

Et multa coram fontibus

Rivisque fatus, quærit AuctoremDeum

Formosa per vestigia.

Am I alone, wretch that I am, fast bound

And held with heavy weight, to th’ground?

Thus spake he to theneighbouringtrees, thus he

To th’Fountaines talk’d, and streames ran by,

And after, seekes the great Creator out

By these faire traces of his foot.

Quod si levandas mentis in curas vigil

Ruris suburbani domus,

Quales Lucisci, vel Nemecini Lares,

Udumvè Besdani nemus

Rudeis adornet rusticâ mensas dape

Siccos sub Augusti dies;

But if a lightsome Country house that’s free

From care, such asLuciscu’sbee,

OrNemicini’s,ifBesdan’s fruitfull field

Can Grace to his rude table yeild,

To his plaine board with country dainties set,

InAugust’s dry and parching heat;

Jam tunc sub ipsum limen, aut domesticâ

Lenis sub umbrâ populi,

Expectat omnis hospitem suum penses,

Et concha sinceri salis,

Pressiquemeta lactis, & purus calix,

Et hospitalis amphora,

Et fraga, raris verna quæ dumis legit,

Jucunda panis præmia.

Even at his dore, under a private shade

By a thick pleasant Poplar made,

Provision of all sorts, expect their guest,

A shell with salt, pure and the best,

New bread, for which, ’midst the thin bryars, the Mayd

Picks Strawberries, and’s gladly payd.

Cheese newly press’d, close by, the friendly Cann

With Cup cleane wash’d, doth ready stan’.

Non me scari tunc, non Lucrinorum gravis

Sagina mulorum juvet:

Sed cereus palumbus, aut turtur niger;

Aut anser amnis accola,

Et eruditam quæ fugit gulam faba,

Lætumque nec simplex olus,

Et quæ suprema colligitur, ac gravi

Patella nil debet foro.

With me theLucrinedainties will not downe,

The Scare, nor Mullet that’s well growne;

But the Ring-dove plump, the Turtle dun doth looke,

Or Swan, the sojourner o’th’ brooke,

A messe of Beanes which shuns the curious pallet,

The cheerfull and not simple sallet;

Clusters of grapes last gathered, that misse

And nothing owe to th’weighty presse.

Post hæc vel inter læta quercetis juga,

Vel inter amneis juverit

Vitare tristeis post meridiem Notos

Sub æsculo vel ilice;

Nigrumvè littus, aut opaca lubricis

Tranare stagna lintribus,

Jactâque fruge ludibundum ducere

Tremente piscem lineâ.

Then after noone he takes a kind of pride

To th’Hills to walke, or River side,

And ’midst the pleasant Okes, a shade doth find,

T’avoyd the blasts o’th’ Southern wind;

To th’darksome shore, by the deep poole he goes,

And through, with nimble Boat he rowes;

Sometimes the sporting fish, his baite thrown in,

Hee plucks up with his trembling line.

Remugit ingens interim tauris nemus,

Umbrosa balant flumina;

Et aut in antris garriunt acanthides,

Aut in rubis luscinia.

Hinc per rubeta pastor errantes capras

Vocante cogit fistulâ:

Illinc herili messor è campo redux

Alterna plaudit carmina;

Et pressa sectos plaustra per sulcos gemunnt

Ruptura ruris horrea.

Meane while th’ spacious woods with ecchoing note

Doe answer to the Bulls wide throat,

The shady rivers bleat; the Nightingale

I’th’ bushes chirps her dolefull tale.

With’s hastning pipe the sheapheard drives away

His flocke, which through the thickets stray:

To which as from the field they passe along,

Each mower sings by course, his song;

O’re yeilding furrowes, carts full press’d with corne

Groane, and are like to breake the barne.

At nec tacemus ponè considentium

Dulcis manus sodalium;

Nec infacetâ sermo differtur morâ,

Sed innocentibus jocis,

Multoquetinctus, sed verecundo sale,

Innoxium trahit dîem.

Hæc si videret fænerator Alphius,

Olim futurus rusticus,

Quam collocarat Idibus pecuniam,

Nollet Kalendis ponere.

Our worke once done, we doe not silent sit,

When knots of our good fellowes meet;

Nor is our talke prolong’d with rude delay;

In harmlesse jests we spend the day;

Jests dip’d in so much salt, which rubbing shall

Onely make fresh our cheeks, not gall.

If that rich churle, this had but seen, when hee

A Country man began to be,

The money which i’th’ Ides hee scraped in

Next month hee’d not put out agen.

Epig.4.Ex Lib. Ep.

Veniat delectus meus in hortum ſuum.Cant.5.

Epig. 4.

Let my beloved come into his Garden.Cant. 5.

P

ulcher Amor sumpsit rudis instrumenta coloni,

Et sua deposuit tela suasque faces:

Et manibus stivam rapuit; castique laboris

Ad sua ruricolas junxit aratra boves.

Ilicet, ut facili subvertit vomere corda,

Castaque virginibus Gratia crevit agris;

Flos, ait, unus abest: sunt cetera millia florum;

Ut nullus possit,Christe, deesse, Veni.

L

ove takes the tooles of a rude Country clowne,

His owne Artill’ry, and his torch layes down;

With staffe in’s hand, Oxen to th’Plow he set

For tillage, and such honest labour fit;

Straight, as he turn’d up hearts with easie share,

And grace i’th’ virgin-furrowes did appeare,

’Mongst thousand others, one flower, quoth he, is mist:

That none may wanting be, come thou, O Christ.

Qualis eſt Dilectus tuus? exCant.5.

Ex Lib. Epig. 37.

Who is thy Beloved?Out of Cant.5.

Lib. Epig.37.

Q

ualis erat, tuus ille? tuus pulcherrimus ille?

Dicebat nuper barbara turba mihi.

Arripio dextrâ pennam, lævaque tabellam,

Et noto,Christe, tuo quicquid in orbe noto.

Pingo rosas, aurum, gemmas, viridaria, silvas,

Arva, lacus, celeri sidera pingo manu;

Et tabulam monstrans, Noster pulcherrimus, inquam,

Qualis erat, vultis discere? talis erat.

W

hat is that Spouse of thine? that fairest Hee?

The barb’rous people said, of late, to mee.

A Pen I tooke, and in a Tablet drew

Whatsoe’re, O Christ, in thy blest orbe I view.

Roses, and Gold I paint, Gems, Groves, Corne-land,

Green Gardens, Lakes, and Stars with nimble hand;

Would you needs learne, what might my fairest bee?

Looke o’re this tablet, pray, O such was Hee.

Epig.40.Lib. Ep.

Veni de Libano ſponſa.

Epig. 40.

E

t fugis, & fugiens clamas, quid sponsa moraris?

Non fugis, ut fugias: ut capiare, fugis,

T

hou run’st, & running cry’st, why dost thou stay

My Spouse? thou would’st be ta’ne, not get away.

Ex lib. Epi. 48.

—— Lilia manu præferenti.

Ep. 48.

To —— bearing Lillyes in her hand.

H

æc, quæ virgineis nituntur lilia culmis,

Undè verecundas explicuêre comas?

Non generant similes Pæstana rosaria flores,

Nec simili Pharius messe superbit ager:

Non hæc purpureis mater Corcyra viretis,

Nec parit æquoreis pulsa Carystos aquis.

Cùm nullas habeant natales lilia terras,

Qui neget è castâ lilia nata manu?

T

hese Lillyes which on virgin stalks doe bend,

From whence do they their chaster leaves extend?

ThePæstanbeds such flowres did ne’re bring forth,

NorPharianfields e’re gloried in such worth:

Alcinouspurple banks, ne’re teem’d with these,

Nor richCarystoswatred by the Seas.

Since then these flow’res no native place do know,

Who can deny from her chast hand they grow.

Ex Lib. Ep. 51.

Iohanni de Lugo, dum poſt morbum ad intermiſſam de Pœenitentiâ doctrinam rediret.

Ex. Lib. Ep. 51.

ToIohan de Lugo, when after a long ſickneſſe, he returned to his intermitted Lecture of Repentance.

F

ertur inornatis nuper Metanœa capillis

Flesse, repentinâ cùm raperêre febri:

Fertur & indomito frænos laxasse dolori,

Et lacrymis madidos exhibuisse sinus:

Cùm rursus domito repetis tua pulpita morbo,

Fertur inornatas disposuisse comas:

Et domitos hilari risu frænasse dolores,

Et lacrymis vacuos explicuisse sinus.

Quis, Pater, incolumi de te non gaudeat, ipsæ

Si gaudent Lacrymæ, ridet & ipse Dolor?

W

ith hairs unkemb’d Repentance late did mourn,

When with so feirce a Feaver thou wert torne:

Shee’s said, to let loose raynes t’untamed griefe,

To’affoord her moyst’ned bosome, no reliefe,

But when th’desks agen, thy sicknesse tam’d,

Thou mountd’st, she’s said her careless haire t’have kemb’d

T’have bridled in her conquer’d griefe, and smile,

Of teares, her open’d bosome to beguile.

Who cannot then be glad, thou being safe?

When teares rejoyce, and griefe it selfe doth laugh.

Christi in Cruce vox. Ep. 110.

Sitio.

The voyce of Chriſt upon the Croſſe.

I Thirſt.

A

h sitio, clamas, Princeps pulcherrime rerum:

Non habeo pro te dulcia vina, siti.

Tu tamen, ah sitio, clamas: dabo pocula, Sponse:

Heu mihi! sed misto pocula felle dabo.

Hæc mi Sponse, bibe: quæris cui fortè propines?

Ad me pro mundi,Christe, salute bibe.

A

las I thirst, great King, thou loude dost grone,

I have no pleasant Wine for Thee, thirst on.

Yet oh I thirst, thou cry’st: a Cup to thee

Woes mee! I’le give: but mix’d with gall’t must be.

Drink this, my Spouse: perhaps thou’lt ask to whom?

To me, O Christ, to th’health o’th’world let’t come.

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