Chapter II: Part 2

Quid mihi, qui nil cupiam, deesse
Possit? umbro si placet una _Pindi_
Vallis: o sacrum nemus, o jocosa
Rura Camoena!
Quae meos poscet via cunq; gressus,
Delphici mecum, mea regna, colles
Itis, & fessum comitante circum-
Sistitis umbra.
Me Gothus saevis religet catenis,
Me Scythes captum rapiat; soluta
Mente, vobiscum potero tremendos
Visere Reges.

What can I want, that nought desire?
Then _Pindus_ vale, I reach no higher:
O sacred Grove! O pleasant quire
In those coole shades below!
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.
Let th'_Goth_ his strongest chaines prepare,
The _Scythian_ hence mee captive teare,
My mind being free with you, I'le stare
The Tyrants in the face.

_Ad Munatium._

Nihil in rebus humanis non taedio plenum esse.

_Ode 15. Lib. 4._

To Munatius.

_That nothing in humane affaires is not full of tediousnesse._

Ode 15. l. 4.

Nil est, _Munati_, nil, iterum canam,
Mortale, nil est, immedicabilis
Immune taedi. Clarus olim
Sol proavis atavisque nobis,
Parum salubris, nec macula reus
Damnatur una; quicquid in arduo
Immortale mortales _Olympo_
Vidimus, invidiae caduca
Fuscamus umbra. non placet incolis
Qui Sol avitis exoritur jugis;
Aut prisca quae dudum paternam
Luna ferit radiis fenestram.

Nothing _Munatius_, 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
To us, but little healthfull, doth appeare,
And though not guilty of one spott, not cleare:
Whatsoe're immortall thing we see
In high _Olympus_, silly wee
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.

Caelo quotannis, & patriis leves
Migramus arvis; hunc tepidae vocant
Brumae Batavorum, huic aprici
Ausoniae placuere soles.
Frustra; fideles si dominum retro
Morbi sequuntur, nec tacitus Dolor
Absistit, aut Veiente curru,
Aut Veneta comes ire cymba.

Each yeare we change our ayre, and soyle, so light;
Him, _Hollands_ warmer Climate doth invite:
Another differs, and doth cry
_Ausonia_'s clearer Suns please mee.
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 paternae
Fumus erit lacrymosus aulae.
Virtus agresti dives in otio
Sese ipsa claudit finibus in suis
Plerumque, & insonti quietum
In palea solium reclinat.

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.
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.

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

Ode 19. Lib. 4.

Dicebas abiens: Sponsa vale; simul
Vicisti liquidis nubila passibus.
Longam ducis, Jesu,
In desideriis moram.
Ardet iam medio summa dies polo,
Jam parcit segeti messor, & algidas
Pastor cum grege valleis,
Et picta volucres petunt.
At te quae tacitis destinet otiis
O Jesu regio? quis mihi te locus
Caecis invidet umbris,
Aut spissa nemorum coma?
Scirem quo jaceas cespite languidus,
Quis ventus gracili praeflet anhelitu,
Quis rivus tibi grato
Somnum praetereat sono;
Ah! ne te nimio murmure suscitent
Nostrae diluerent flumina lacrymae,
Et suspiria crudis
Miscerentur Etesiis.

Out of _Solomon_'s sacred Marriage Song.

CHAP. 1. 7.
_Tell mee (o thou whom my soule loveth) where thou feedest,
where thou makest thy flocks to rest at noone, &c._
+paraphrastikos+

Od. 19. Lib. 4.

Thou 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?
'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.
But Jesu! where art thou? 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?
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;
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._

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

_Ode 21. Lib. 4._

Out of _Salomon_'s sacred marriage song.

_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._

_Ode 21. Lib. 4._

Fallor? an Elysii laeva de parte Sereni
Me mea vita vocat!
Surge soror, pulchris innectito lora columbis;
Pulchrior ipsa super
Scande rotas, Libaniq; levem de vertice currum,
Has, age flecte domos.
Ad tua decidu fugiunt vestigia nimbi,
Turbidus imber abiit:
Ipsa sub innocuis mitescunt fulmina plantis,
Ipsa virescit hiems.

Do 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,
From _Libanus_ hye 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 pedibusq; tibi
Altera floret humus, alterq; vagantia laetus
Sidera pascit ager.
Hic etiam trepidi pendent e rupibus haedi,
Praecipitesq; caprae;
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 lapsae per declives hyacinthos,
Exspatiantur aquae.

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.

Lene fluunt rivi, muscosis lene susurrus
Murmurat e scopulis.
In vitrio pisces saliunt hilares crystallo,
Dulce queruntur aves.
Nec vero, si moesta placent saletia caelo
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 rivers gently flow, and a still sound
From mossie Rocks doth bound.
The sporting fish dance in the christall Mayne,
The Birds sweetly complaine,
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,
Hic etiam vulgo violas, albentia vulgo
Ungue ligustra leges:
Ipsa tibi, leti succos oblita priores,
Mitia poma cadent:
Ipsae matura labentur ab arbore ficus,
Percutientq; sinum.
Interea falcem vindemia nescit, aratrum
Saucia nescit humus.
Ipsae sponte virent segetes, innoxius ipse
Messibus albet ager.
Praebent Hospitium platani: praebet formosos
Graminis herba toros.

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.
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.

Caedua Pachaeos sudant opobalsama nimbos;
Et genialis odor
Aspirat quoties, nutantibus hinc atque illinc
Ingruit aura comit.
Surge; quid indignos ducis per taedia soles?
Surge, age, cara soror.
Ecce tuis ipsae iam circum fraena columbae
Ingemuere moris.
Huc age, formosas formosior ipsa columbas
Hospita flecte furor.

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.
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.

_Ad Ianussium Skuminum._

Cum conjugi charissimae justa persolveret.
+paraphrastikos+.

_Ode 30. Lib. 4._

To _Ianusius Skuminus_.

_When hee performed the Funerall obsequies of his
most deare Wife._
+paraphrastikos+.

Ode 30. Lib. 4.

Si tibi pollicitum numen, si fata fuissent
AEternos fere conjugis annos;
Jure per assiduos (procerum fortissime) fletus
Ereptam quererere, _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
Praesagae solertia montis?

What 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 aevum
Non audent promittere fata:
Nec possunt, si quae maturavere, profanis
Astra diu committere terris.
Nunc adeo parces longis onerare querelis
Depositum repetentia magnum,
Ingentes animi gazas, & robur, & aureo
Incoctum bene 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 quae cunctantem Claudia rexit
Virginea cervice Cybellen,
Quaeque maritali successit Thessala fato,
Et Latiis vaga Cloelia ripis;
Ante diem raptae vivunt post funera, vatum
Perpetuos in carmine fastos.
Illa quid[em] non, si surdos ad carmina Manes
Orphea testudine vincam,
Eductas adamante fores, & ahenea rumpat
Elysiii pomoeria muri,
Reddaturq; tibi. Stat nulli janua voto,
Nullis exorata Poetis.

Thus _Tanaquil_; thus _Claudia_'s virgin band
Steer'd the unwilling Barke to land.
Thus shee, that durst her Husbands fate abide,
And _Cloelia_ over _Tiber's_ tyde;
Too early crop'd, survive in Poesie,
And keepe perpetuall jubilie.
'Tis not in Art to fetch her back againe,
Or charme the spirits with _Orpheus_ straine,
To breake the bars of Adamant or scale
The Rampiers of th'Elysian wall,
No Orisons prevaile, sent from the breast
Of great _Apollo_'s choisest Priest.

Sunt tamen exiles insigni in limine rimae
Qua possint arcana videri,
Haec ego si nullos fallunt insomnia maneis,
Aut vidi, aut vidisse putavi
Errantem campo in magno, quem gemmea circum
Perspicuis stant moenia portis:
Auro prata virent; arbor crinitur in aurum;
Crispantur violaria gemmis,
Quae nec Apellaeus liquor, nec pulchra trigoni
Assimulent mendacia vitri.

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.
The swelling banks of Violets did curle
Themselves with Gems, and Orient Pearle;
The glorious nothing, of the _Trigon_ glasse--
And all _Apelles_ Art, which passe.

Centum ibi formosis in vallibus Heroinae
Aeternum Paeana frequentant.
Stant virides campo stellae, madidisque corusca
Connivent sibi sidera flammis.
Illa inter medias parvo comitata nepote
Et roseo vivacior ore,
Ibat ovans, grandemq; sibi, grandemque nepoti
Nectebat de flore coronam.
Cetera me vetuit magni caligo sereni
Mortali percurrere visu.
Nectu plura velis; satis est, cui fata dederunt
Aeternis mutasse caduca.

Through the sweet vales a Quire of Damsels sing
Eternall Paeans to their King.
The stars with sparkling light stand round I see,
Twinkling to their shrill melodie.
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 and Nephew's temples crown'd.
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.

_Ode 32. Lib. 4._

To _Albertus Turscius_.

_Of his Dreames, and Lyricks._

_Ode 32. Lib. 4._

_Tursci_, seu brevior mihi
Seu pernox oculos composuit sopor,
Pennas Somnia laevibus
Affigunt humeris; jamque virentia
Latus prata superuolo,
Qua se cumque novum molle tumentibus
Campis explicuit nemus,
Herbosaeque patet scena superbiae:
Mox & nubibus altior,
Mistus flumineis ales oloribus;
Vivos despicio lacus,
Et dulci volucrem carmine mentior.

VVhether 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:
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.

Jam tunc nubila, jam mihi
Blandis dissiliunt fulmina cantibus;
Et quae plurima circuit
Collum, punicea vincior Iride.
Idem jam vigil, & meus,
Non ingrata simul somnia dispuli,
Cum ter mobilibus lyram
Percussi digitis, immemor & ducis
Nil sectator Horatii,
Sublimis liquidum nitor in aera;
Et nunc littera, nunc vagas
Siccis trajiciens passibus insulas,
Nil mortale mei gero, &
Jam nil sollicito debeo ponderi.

See, now me thinkes, the cloudes in throngs
The lightning leaps too, at my ravishing songs;
_Iris_ about my neck hangs round,
And with her divers colour'd bow, I'me bound.
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;
Remembring _Horace_, 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_, saepe tamen mones
Olim ne veteri clarior Icaro
Veris fabula casibus
Mutem Parrhasii nomina Balthiri.
Frustra; nam memor Icari,
Addo stultitiae consilium brevi:
Nam, seu dormio, me torus;
Seu scribo, stabili sella tenet situ.

Yet _Turscius_ thou hast often told,
And warn'd mee, lest then _Icarus_ of 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.

Divitem numquam, _Tiberine_, dices,
Cuius Eois potiora glebis
Rura, fortunae sine faece pulcher
Rivus inaurat;
Quem per insigneis geniale ceras
Stemma claravit; vaga quem per urbes
Quem per & gentes radiante vexit
Gloria curru.
Pauper est, qui se caret; & superbe
Ipse se librans, sua rura latam
Addit in lancem, socioq; fallens
Pondus in auro,
Ceteris parvus, sibi magnus uni,
Ipse se nescit, pretioque falsa
Plebis attollit, propriaq; se mi-
ratur in umbra.
Splendidam vera sine luce gazam,
Turgidum plena sine laude nomen
Mitte; te solo, _Tiberine_, disces
Esse beatus.

To _Quintus Tiberinus_.

_Ode 34. Lib. 4._

Thou shalt not _Tiberinus_, call
Him rich, whose every Acre shall
Outvie the Easterne glebe, whose field
Faire Fortune's clearest streame doth gild.
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:
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,
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.
The fairest Gemme without true light,
Without true praise great titles, flight:
Blest _Tiberinus_, and most free
In thy selfe alone thoul't learne to bee.

Ad Paulum Coslovium.

_Ode 35. Lib. 4._

To _Paulus Coslovius_.

_Ode 35. Lib. 4._

Iam pridem tepido veris anhelitu
Afflarunt reduces arva Favonii;
Jam se florida vernis
Pingunt prata coloribus:
Stratus frugiferis Vilia puppibus
Grato praeter abit rura silentio,
Quamvis proximus omni
Collis personet alite;
Quamvis & viridi pastor ab aggere
Dicat graminea carmina fistula.
Et qui navita debet
Plenis otia carbasis.

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.
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;
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.

AEquat Palladiis, _Paulle_, laboribus
Interpone vices. Cras simul aureo
Sol arriserit ore
Summorum juga montium,
Scandemus viridis terga Luciscii,
Qua celsa tegitur plurimus ilice,
Et se praetereuntum
Audit murmura fontium.
Illinc e medio tota videbitur
Nobis Vilna jugo; tota videbitur
Quae Vilnam sinuosis
Ambit Vilia flexibus.

To thy _Palladian_ labours interpose
Such changes _Paullus_; when the Sun forth showes
And with his golden presence smiles
On the hye tops of highest Hills,
Wee'l mount the back of green _Luciscus_, where
Hee's thickest set with tallest Okes, and heare
The bubbling noise of streames that flow
From Fountaines that close by him goe.
Thence from the midst o'th'hill all _Vilna_ shall
Our prospect be; our eye shall lower fall--
On _Vilia_'s cooler streames, that wind,
And with embraces _Vilna_ bind.

Illinc picta procul quae radiantibus
Fulgent fana tholis, & geminam super
Despectabimus arcem,
Magni regna Palaemonis.
Ut longo faciles Pacis in otio
Se tollunt populi! nam tria tertio
Surrexere sub anno
Priscis templa Quiritibus;
Et qua conspicuis se Gediminia
Jactant saxa jugis, & Capitolium,
Et quae tecta superbis
Intrant nubila turribus.

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 great _Palaemon_'s pow're.
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;
Where _Gediminian_ Rocks 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 virentum
Late prospice collium.
Quae nunc mobilibus nutat Etesiis,
Segni cana stetit sub nive populus:
Qui nunc defluit, alta
Haesit sub glacie latex:
Qui nunc purpureis floret ager rosis,
Immoto sterilis delituit gelu:
Verno quae strepit ales,
Hiberno tacuit die.
Ergo rumpe moras, & solidum gravi
Curae deme diem, quem tibi candidus
Spondet vesper, & albis
Cras Horae revehent equis.

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.
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:
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.
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.

[Decoration]

_Ad Paulum Iordanum Vrsinum Bracciani Ducem._
Bracciani agri amoenitatem commendat, ad quam per ferias Septembres
secesserat Roma.

_Ode 1. Lib. Epod._

[Decoration]

To _Paulus Iordanus Vrsinus_, Duke of _Bracciano_.
Hee commends the pleasantnesse of the Countrey, where
in the feasts of _September_, he retyred from _Rome_.

_Ode 1. Lib. Epod._

Huc o quietis apta Musis otia,
Levesque Ludorum chori;
Huc feriantum Phoebe Musarum pater,
Huc hospitales Gratiae;
Huc delicatis ite permisti Jocis
Non inverecundi Sales:
Hic otiosi mite Bracciani solum
Vago coronemus pede.

Appeare ye spritefull Quire with choicest sports,
All pastime fit for _Phoebus_ Courts;
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 obscaene scurrilitie:
Here free from care, nimbly let's dance a round
Upon _Bracciano_'s softer ground.

Clemens supino clivus assurgit jugo,
Caelumq; paulatim subit,
Et solida subter terga scopulorum arduo
Securus insessu premit:
Arcisq; jactat inter alta turrium
Insigne propugnacula,
Timenda quondam Caesarum turmis ducum,
Timenda magno Borgiae,
Cum per minantum militum aratos globos
Metuenda jaceret fulmima,
Ageretque profugum Caesarem, & quassum metu;
Adusque promissum _Nihil_.

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 great _Borgias_,
When through the brasen troops of's threatning foes,
His fearfull thunder-bolts he throwes,
Pursuing routed _Caesar_, whom he brought
To that he promis'd him, to _nought_.

Hic ille magnus fraenat Etruscas opes
_Ursinus_ Heroum decus,
Haeres avitae laudis, & princeps caput
Magnaeq; laus Oenotriae.
Circum coruscis scena quercetis viret,
Caelumque verrit frondibus,
Suoque colles vestit, & patentibus
Sese theatris explicat.
Admota muris pone Nympharum domus
Aprica praebet littora:
Ripamque Baccho jungit, & vallum prope.
Lentis flagellat fluctibus.

Great _Ursin_ here puts reynes toth'_Tuscan_ pow're
The grace of _Heroes_ and the flow're;
Heire to his father's worth, chiefe guide and stay
And praise of great _Oenotria_.
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.
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.

Majore nusquam stagna Neptuno sonant,
Aut aestuantis Larii,
Aut qui severo tangit Albanus lacu
Inenatabilem Styga:
Aut quae procellis gaudet, & magno fremit
Superba ponto Julia:
Nec major usquam spumat, & rupes truci
Benacus assultat salo.
Intonsa curvo monte circumstant juga,
Mitesque despectant aquas.

Nowhere the Lakes with fuller Sea doth roare,
Either of _Larius_ that boyles o're,
Or rough _Albanus_ whose troubled waves doe mix
With the unnavigable Styx:
Not stormy _Julia_, when her swelling pride
Most rageth in her highest tyde:
_Benacus_ doth not raise more froth, when he
Assaults the rocks with fiercest Sea.
With rugged tops the bending mountaines round
Upon the slow calme streames looke downe.

Nivosus illinc terga Romanus movet,
Caeloque diducit minas:
Illinc caducis ilicem quassat comis
Sublime Cymini caput:
Crudumque Boream frangit impotentibus
Depraeliaturum Notis,
Terrisque late regnat, & caeli minis
Opponit hibernum latus.

_Romanus_ here his snowy back up-reares.
And drawes downe envy from the starres:
The lofty head of _Cyminus_ here shakes
The Oke with trembling leaves which quakes,
And holds off _Boreas_, 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,
Aquaeque colludunt aquis:
Quas vel carina, vel citata turgido
Findit phaselus linteo:
Pinnaque late vitreum cogens pecus
Velente lino truditur,
Setaque piscem ducit, & raris procul
Lacum coronat retibus.

Meane while a pleasant calme doth smooth the Lake,
The waves 'gainst one another breake,
Mild _Thetis_ selfe, 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 Pollae domus,
Hinc pinguis Anguilaria:
Trebonianas hinc amica vineas
Vadosa plangunt aequora:
Hinc delicati fundus Aureli nitet,
Lymphae salutaris pater:
Undaque morbos arcet, & vivacibus
Lucem fluentis eluit.

Rich _Polla's_ stately house there shines, and here
Full stored Fish-ponds doe appeare:
The friendly Foords which toward the Sea doe lye
Water _Trebonian_ Vineyards by;
Here neat _Aurelius_ farme looks gay, chiefe Lord
And Master of that healthfull Foord,
Whose water cures diseases, whose quick springs
Doe purge out all infectious things.

At qua superbum fontibus nomen dedit
Suumque Flora marginem,
Vivis perennes decidunt saxis aquae,
Camposque decursu lavant,
Patremque longe Tybrin, & regem sonant,
Romaeque servitum fluunt.
Sincera circum regna naturae nitent;
Et artis immunes loci:
Adhucque virgo sulcus, & montes adhuc
Molleis inexperti manus,
Meramque Bacchus Tethyn, & Bacchum Thetis,
Et pinguis invitat Ceres.

Where _Flora_ makes 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 father _Tyber_, and their King they found
And flow to _Rome_, with homage bound.
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.
Chast _Tethys_, _Bacchus_ courts, _Thetis_ doth woo
_Bacchus_ againe, and _Ceres_ too.

Hinc ille laetus surgit, & tenacibus
Inserpit ulmis Evius,
Udoque cornu turget, & fluentibus
Crinem racemis impedit.
Non Lesbos illi, non odorati magis
Vineta rident Massici,
Aut quae Falernis educata solibus
Sublucet uvae purpura.

Hence _Evius_ cheerfull 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.
Not _Lesbos_ him, nor the sweet smelling grace,
Of rich _Campania_'s fruitfull race
Delights; the purple Grape not so faire showes,
In the _Falernian_ sun that growes.

Sed nec Falisci glaream malit soli,
Nec pinguis uber Rhaetiae;
Nec flava tantum culta felicis Cypri,
Graiamve dilexit Rhodon:
Quantum suis superbit, & sese suis
Miratur in canalibus.
Circum beatis imperat campis Ceres.
Lateque rura possidet:
Et arva flavo messium fluctu tument,
Motuque culmorum natant.

Hee'l not preferre _Faliscus_ sandy ground,
Nor _Rhaetia_, that doth so abound;
The yellow Tilths of happy _Cyprus_, hee
Ne're lov'd so much, nor _Rhodos_ by:
As in his owne -- in his owne channells hee
Hugging himselfe, doth proudly lye.
Sole Empresse _Ceres_ of 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 caelum vapor,
Aut tensa nimbis vellera:
Aut e Boreis bella ventorum plagis,
Raucusque silvarum fragor
Auditur usquam: non protervis insonant
Exercitati Syrtibus,
Euris & Austris contumaces Africi,
Et perduellibus Notis.
Tantum serenus Vesper, & tenerrima
Etesiarum flamina.

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 stubborne _Africke_ winds that use to stray
About th'unruly sandy Sea,
Are all hush'd up, and no Alarum sound
To th'other winds, entrenched round;
Onely the Evening faire, a gentle gale
Of winds that each year never faile:

Albique soles, & serena lucidis
Aspirat aura montibus:
Puramque caelo provehunt Horae facem,
Et Phoebus Horarum pater
Peculiari luce colles irrigat,
Pronaque perfundit die.
Ramis tepentes ingruunt Favonii
Jocantis aurae sibilo,
Et temperatis provocant suspiriis,
Leniq; somnum murmure.

The bright Sun darting through th'enlightned Ayre
His beames, doth guild the Moutaines cleare,
The houres drive on heav'ns torch, that shine so bright,
And _Phoebus_ father of the light--
With a peculiar influence bedewes
The Hills all o're, when night ensues.
The warme _Favonian_ winds with whistling gale
Doe merrily the boughs assaile,
And with their temperate breath, and gentle noise,
Sweet pleasing slumbers softly raise.

At non loquaces interim nidi tacent,
Matresque nidorum vagae.
Sed aut maritis turtur in ramis gemit,
Et saxa rumpit questibus,
Aut laeta late cantibus mulcet loca
Famosa pellex Thraciae.
Silvisq; coram plorat, & crudelibus
Accusat agris Terea:
Quaecumque moesta vocibus dicunt aves,
Respondet argutum nemus,
Affatur alnum quercus, ornum populus,
Affatur ilex ilicem,
Et se vicissim collocuta redditis
Arbusta solantur sonis.

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,
Bewayles her losse to th'woods, i'th' cruell fields
'Gainst _Tereus_ her 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 o Quiritum ductor, huc Oenotriae
O magne regnator plagae
_Jordane_, tandem plenus urbis & fori,
Rerumque magnarum satur,
Sepone curis temet, & domesticis
Furare pectus otiis.
Hic vel tuarum lene tranabis vadum
Opacus umbris arborum,
Tuosque colleis inter, & tuas procul
Perambulabis ilices:

_Jordanus_ here, hither thy selfe command,
Great Ruler of th'_Oenotrian_ land.
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.
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:

Vel cum Decembri campus, & prima nive
Vicina canescent juga;
Nunc impeditas mollibus plagis feras,
Silvamq; praecinges metu:
Nunc incitato capream rumpes equo,
Teloque deprendes aprum;
Jactoq; cervos collocabis spiculo,
Furesq; terrebis lupos.
Quid si Latinae laus _Alexander_ plagae,
Sacraeque sidus purpurae,
Tecum paterno feriabitur solo,
Seseq; curis eximet;
Tuique cives, hospitesq; civium
Toto fruemur gaudio.

Or in _December_, when the fields looke white,
And th'Hills, with the earlyest snow doth light;
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,
And if that Starre o'th' sacred dignity
The glory of all _Italy_,
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 Roma rediisset.

Ode 2. Lib. Epod.

Fons innocenti lucidus magis vitro
Puraque 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, qua potes, premi; cava
Permitte libari manu.
Sic te quietum nulla perturbet pecus,
Ramusve lapsus arbore:
Sic dum loquaci prata garritu secas,
Et laetus audiri salis;
Assibilantes populetorum comae
Ingrata ponant murmura
Tibi, lyraeq; Vatis: haud frustra sacer
Nam si quid _Urbanus_ probat,
Olim fluenti leue Blandusiae nihil
Aut Sirmioni debeas.

To the Fountaine Sona,

_When hee returned._

_Ode 2. Lib. Epod._

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 farre _Tuscan_ Land 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.
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
_Urban_ approves, in vaine is thought
T'_Blandusia_ thou canst nothing owe;
Nor to milde flowing _Sirmio_.

Palinodia
Ad secundam libri Epodon Odam _Q. Horatii Flacci_.

_Laus otii Religiosi._

_Ode 3. Lib. Epod._

A Palinode
To the second Ode of the booke of Epodes of _Q. H. Flaccus_.

_The praise of a Religious Recreation._

_Ode 3. Lib. Epod._

At ille, _Flacce_, nunc erit beatior
Qui mole curarum procul
Paterna liquit rura, litigantium
Solutus omni jurgio;
Nec solis aestum frugibus timet suis,
Nec sidus hiberni Jovis,
Rixasq; vitat, & scelesta curiae
Rapacioris limina.
Ergo aut profanis hactenus negotiis
Amissa plorat sidera;
Aut in reducta sede dispersum gregem
Errantis animi colligit,
Postquam beatae lucra conscientiae
Quadrante libravit suo.

But, _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 Winter _Jove_,
Doth hurt his fruit, or him can move:
Hee shuns all strifes, and never doth resort
The sinfull gates o'th' greedy Court.
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, propinqua nocte, stellatas vigil
Cum vesper accendit faces,
Ut gaudet immortale mirari jubar,
Terraque majores globos,
Et per cadenteis intueri lacrymas
Rimosa lucis atria,
Quae Christe tecum, virgo quae tecum colat
Perennis haeres saeculi!
Volvuntur aureis interim stellaae rotis,
Pigrumque linquunt exulem,
Per ora cujus uberes eunt aquae,
Somnos quod avertat graveis.

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, o Christ, thy selfe in pray'r
He' Adores, t'Eternall life an heire!
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;

At quando lotum Gangis aut Indi fretis
Jam Phoebus attollit caput,
Mentis profundus, & sui totus minor
Irata flectit numina:
Vel cum sereno fulserit dies Jove,
Aprilibusque feriis,
Assueta caelo lumina, in terras vocat
Lateq; prospectum jacit,
Camposq; lustrat, & relucentem sua
Miratur in scena _Deum_.

Assoone as _Phoebus_ head begins t'appeare,
Lately in _Indus_ streames made cleare,
From depth of soule, lesse then himselfe he lies,
And bends the angry pow'rs with cryes:
Or when the Sun shines cleare, the aire serene,
And _Aprill_ Festivals 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 caelo lacrymantur, & piis
Liquuntur arva fletibus;
Ligustra canis, & rosae rubentibus
Repunt in auras brachiis;
Astrisque panda nescio quid pallido
Loquuntur ore lilia,
Et sero blandis ingemunt suspiriis,
Et mane rorant lacrymis.
Egone solus, solus in terris piger
Tenace figor pondere?

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.
Am I alone, wretch that I am, fast bound
And held with heavy weight, to th'ground?

Sic & propinquas allocutus arbores,
Et multa coram fontibus
Rivisque fatus, quaerit Auctorem _Deum_
Formosa per vestigia.
Quod si levandas mentis in curas vigil
Ruris suburbani domus,
Quales Lucisci, vel Nemecini Lares,
Udumve Besdani nemus
Rudeis adornet rustica mensas dape
Siccos sub Augusti dies;

Thus spake he to the neighbouring trees, 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.
But if a lightsome Country house that's free
From care, such as _Luciscu's_ bee,
Or _Nemicini's,_ if _Besdan_'s fruitfull field
Can Grace to his rude table yeild,
To his plaine board with country dainties set,
In _August_'s dry and parching heat;

Jam tunc sub ipsum limen, aut domestica
Lenis sub umbra populi,
Expectat omnis hospitem suum penses,
Et concha sinceri salis,
Pressiq; meta lactis, & purus calix,
Et hospitalis amphora,
Et fraga, raris verna quae dumis legit,
Jucunda panis praemia.
Non me scari tunc, non Lucrinorum gravis
Sagina mulorum juvet:
Sed cereus palumbus, aut turtur niger;
Aut anser amnis accola,
Et eruditam quae fugit gulam faba,
Laetumque nec simplex olus,
Et quae suprema colligitur, ac gravi
Patella nil debet foro.

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'.
With me the _Lucrine_ dainties 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 haec vel inter laeta quercetis juga,
Vel inter amneis juverit
Vitare tristeis post meridiem Notos
Sub aesculo vel ilice;
Nigrumve littus, aut opaca lubricis
Tranare stagna lintribus,
Jactaque fruge ludibundum ducere
Tremente piscem linea.
Remugit ingens interim tauris nemus,
Umbrosa balant flumina;
Et aut in antris garriunt acanthides,
Aut in rubis luscinia.

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.
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.

Hinc per rubeta pastor errantes capras
Vocante cogit fistula:
Illinc herili messor e campo redux
Alterna plaudit carmina;
Et pressa sectos plaustra per sulcos gemunnt
Ruptura ruris horrea.
At nec tacemus pone considentium
Dulcis manus sodalium;
Nec infaceta sermo differtur mora,
Sed innocentibus jocis,
Multoq; tinctus, sed verecundo sale,
Innoxium trahit diem.
Haec si videret faenerator Alphius,
Olim futurus rusticus,
Quam collocarat Idibus pecuniam,
Nollet Kalendis ponere.

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.
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.

[Decoration]

_Epig._ 4. _Ex Lib. Ep._

Veniat delectus meus in hortum suum. _Cant._ 5.

Pulcher 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.

[Decoration]

Epig. 4.

_Let my beloved come into his Garden._ Cant. 5.

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 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? ex _Cant._ 5.

Ex Lib. Epig. 37.

Qualis erat, tuus ille? tuus pulcherrimus ille?
Dicebat nuper barbara turba mihi.
Arripio dextra pennam, laevaque 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.

Who is thy Beloved? _Out of Cant._ 5.

_Lib. Epig._ 37.

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 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.

Et fugis, & fugiens clamas, quid sponsa moraris?
Non fugis, ut fugias: ut capiare, fugis.

Epig. 40.

Thou 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 praeferenti.

Haec, quae virgineis nituntur lilia culmis,
Unde verecundas explicuere comas?
Non generant similes Paestana rosaria flores,
Nec simili Pharius messe superbit ager:
Non haec purpureis mater Corcyra viretis,
Nec parit aequoreis pulsa Carystos aquis.
Cum nullas habeant natales lilia terras,
Qui neget e casta lilia nata manu?

Ep. 48.

_To ---- bearing Lillyes in her hand._

These Lillyes which on virgin stalks doe bend,
From whence do they their chaster leaves extend?
The _Paestan_ beds such flowres did ne're bring forth,
Nor _Pharian_ fields e're gloried in such worth:
_Alcinous_ purple banks, ne're teem'd with these,
Nor rich _Carystos_ watred 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 Poeenitentia
doctrinam rediret.

Fertur inornatis nuper Metanoea capillis
Flesse, repentina cum raperere febri:
Fertur & indomito fraenos laxasse dolori,
Et lacrymis madidos exhibuisse sinus:
Cum rursus domito repetis tua pulpita morbo,
Fertur inornatas disposuisse comas:
Et domitos hilari risu fraenasse dolores,
Et lacrymis vacuos explicuisse sinus.
Quis, Pater, incolumi de te non gaudeat, ipsae
Si gaudent Lacrymae, ridet & ipse Dolor?

Ex. Lib. Ep. 51.

To _Iohan de Lugo_, when after a long sicknesse,
he returned to his intermitted Lecture of Repentance.

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'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.

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.
Haec mi Sponse, bibe: quaeris cui forte propines?
Ad me pro mundi, _Christe_, salute bibe.

_The voyce of Christ upon the Crosse._

I THIRST.

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 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.

_FINIS._

_Imprimatur_, Na. Brent.

_Feb._ 10. 1645.

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PUBLICATIONS OF THE AUGUSTAN REPRINT SOCIETY

[Where available, Project Gutenberg e-text numbers are shown in
brackets.]

FIRST YEAR (1946-1947)

Numbers 1-6 out of print.

[Titles:
1. Blackmore, Essay upon wit [13484]

2. Flecknoe, On wit; Warton, The adventurer [14973]

3. Letter to A. H. Esq., concerning the Stage (1698),
and Richard Willis' Occasional Paper No. IX (1698). [14047]

4. Cobb, Discourse on Criticism and of Poetry (1707) From
Poems On Several Occasions (1707) [14528]

5. Samuel Wesley's _Epistle to a Friend Concerning Poetry_ (1700)
and _Essay on Heroic Poetry_ (1693). [16506]

6. _Representation of the Impiety and Immorality of the Stage_ (1704)
and _Some Thoughts Concerning the Stage_ (1704). [15656] ]

SECOND YEAR (1947-1948)

7. John Gay's _The Present State of Wit_ (1711): and a section on Wit from _The English Theophrastus_ (1702). [14800]

8. Rapin's _De Carmine Pastorali_, translated by Creech (1684). [14495]

9. T. Hanmer's (?) _Some Remarks on the Tragedy of Hamlet_ (1736). [14899]

10. Corbyn Morris' _Essay towards Fixing the True Standards of Wit, etc._ (1744). [16233]

11. Thomas Purney's _Discourse on the Pastoral_ (1717). [15313]

12. Essays on the Stage, selected, with an Introduction by Joseph Wood Krutch. [16335]

THIRD YEAR (1948-1949)

13. Sir John Falstaff (pseud.), _The Theatre_ (1720). [15999]

14. Edward Moore's _The Gamester_ (1753). [16267]

15. John Oldmixon's _Reflections on Dr. Swift's Letter to Harley_ (1712); and Arthur Mainwaring's _The British Academy_ (1712). [IN PREPARATION]

16. Nevil Payne's _Fatal Jealousy_ (1673). [16916]

17. Nicholas Rowe's _Some Account of the Life of Mr. William Shakespeare_ (1709). [16275]

18. "Of Genius," in _The Occasional Paper_, Vol. III, No. 10 (1719); and Aaron Hill's Preface to _The Creation_ (1720). [15870]

FOURTH YEAR (1949-1950)

19. Susanna Centlivre's _The Busie Body_ (1709). [16740]

20. Lewis Theobold's _Preface to The Works of Shakespeare_ (1734). [16346]

21. _Critical Remarks on Sir Charles Grandison, Clarissa, and Pamela_ (1754).

22. Samuel Johnson's _The Vanity of Human Wishes_ (1749) and Two _Rambler_ papers (1750). [13350]

23. John Dryden's _His Majesties Declaration Defended_ (1681). [15074]

24. Pierre Nicole's _An Essay on True and Apparent Beauty in Which from Settled Principles is Rendered the Grounds for Choosing and Rejecting Epigrams_, translated by J. V. Cunningham. [IN PREPARATION]

FIFTH YEAR (1950-1951)

25. Thomas Baker's _The Fine Lady's Airs_ (1709). [14467]

26. Charles Macklin's _The Man of the World_ (1792). [14463]

27. Frances Reynolds' _An Enquiry Concerning the Principles of Taste, and of the Origin of Our Ideas of Beauty, etc._ (1785). [13485]

28. John Evelyn's _An Apologie for the Royal Party_ (1659); and _A Panegyric to Charles the Second_ (1661). [17833]

29. Daniel Defoe's _A Vindication of the Press_ (1718). [14084]

30. Essays on Taste from John Gilbert Cooper's _Letters Concerning Taste,_ 3rd edition (1757), & John Armstrong's _Miscellanies_ (1770). [13464]

SIXTH YEAR (1951-1952)

31. Thomas Gray's _An Elegy Wrote in a Country Church Yard_ (1751); and _The Eton College Manuscript_. [15409]

32. Prefaces to Fiction; Georges de Scudery's Preface to _Ibrahim_ (1674), etc. [14525]

33. Henry Gally's _A Critical Essay_ on Characteristic-Writings (1725). [16299]

34. Thomas Tyers' A Biographical Sketch of Dr. Samuel Johnson (1785).

35. James Boswell, Andrew Erskine, and George Dempster. _Critical Strictures on the New Tragedy of Elvira, Written by Mr. David Malloch_ (1763). [15857]

36. Joseph Harris's _The City Bride_ (1696). [22974]

SEVENTH YEAR (1952-1953)

37. Thomas Morrison's _A Pindarick Ode on Painting_ (1767). [IN PREPARATION]

38. John Phillips' _A Satyr Against Hypocrites_ (1655).

39. Thomas Warton's _A History of English Poetry_.

40. Edward Bysshe's _The Art of English Poetry_ (1708).

41. Bernard Mandeville's "_A Letter to Dion_" (1732).

42. Prefaces to Four Seventeenth-Century Romances.

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ERRATA (Noted by transcriber)

_As printed:_

_Introduction:_ The editor's name, printed "Roestvig", is more
correctly Rostvig.

_Latin:_ The use of oe and ae in words such as "moestus" is in the
original. Accents are variously acute ', grave ` or circumflex ^,
with no apparent difference in meaning. Some do not even mark long
syllables.

_English:_ Variation between -w- and -vv- is as in the original.

_Typography:_ In both languages, titles were randomly Italic or Roman.
Italicization (or de-italicization) of 's in possessives is also
random.

_Introduction_

an interesting combination of Stoic and Platonic ideas
[_"of / of" at line break_]

_Odes_

_All headers were in the form "Ode 2, Lib. 1" with the poem number
given before the Book number. They have been conventionalized for
this Errata list._

Lib. 1 Ode 1
Cum infestae Thracum Copiae Pannonia excessissent.
[_"Co./piae" for "Co-/piae" at line break_]
The threats of cruell Warre now cease:, [_punctuation unchanged_]

Lib. 1 Ode 2
[title] de adversa fortuna [adverfa]
Unmanly howlings, _Lycuas_, leave,
[_error for Lycas or Lycus (English title has "Lycas"; Latin has
"Lycus")_]

Lib. 1 Ode 13
Fortune a double ball doth often throw. [doulble]

Lib. 2 Ode 5
Regna procul, populosque vastos [porcul]

Lib. 2 Ode 8
... that fortune flings
[_final "s" missing at end of long line_]

Lib. 2 Ode 24
And _Nereus_ with his Quicksands Boyling o're: [Nerens]

Lib. 2 Ode 25
[_The title of this Ode is printed in anomalous small capitals
on both the Latin and the English sides_]
Donec Lucicer aureus [_text unchanged: probably "Lucifer"_]
Silvarumq; super colla comantium, [comantnium]
Magnorumq; salit terga cacuminum, ac [cacumium] ac
[_These words appear in consecutive indented lines_]

Lib. 3 Ode 6
I kingdome, _Marcus_, of my selfe I find
[_Text unchanged: error for '1 kingdome' or 'A kingdome'?_]

Lib. 3 Ode 12
The best would choose, from Heav'n must learne the right.
[_comma at end_]

Lib. 4 Ode 3
With swift applause; Hee's blest whose sprite, [sptite]

Lib. 4 Ode 44
_Ode 44. Lib. 4._
[_Number shown as printed on both Latin and English sides. The
error may have been in the source text._]
But Jesu! where art thou? what region's blest [where at]

Lib. 4 Ode 15
Immune taedi. Clarus olim [_first word illegible_]

Lib. 4 Ode 30
_Ad Ianussium Skuminum._ : To _Ianusius Skuminus_.
[_inconsistent spelling (ss:s) in original_]
Haec ego si nullos fallunt insomnia maneis, [insomia]
Her owne and Nephew's temples crown'd. [Nepew's]

Lib. 4 Ode 32
With nimble finger neat division; [nible]
And if I write, my secure chaire holds mee. [_comma at end_]

Lib. 4 Ode 34
Splendidam vera sine luce gazam [fine luce (f for long s)]

Lib. 4 Ode 35
[_"Vilna" is the city (modern Vilnius, Wilna in Polish), "Vilia"
the river (modern Vilnia)_]

Epode 1
His beames, doth guild the Moutaines cleare [_spelling unchanged_]

Epode 3
Thus spake he to the neighbouring trees, thus he [neigbouring]

_Long "s"_

Lib. 1, Odes 2 and 13 (Latin pages 10, 12):
Moestum sol hodie caput ... [Moestum fol ...]

_At the beginning of p. 10 there appears to have been an accident with the Italic type trays. Almost all long s's ([s]) on p. 10 (signature 5v), and many on p. 12 (signature 6v), are misprinted as f, except in the -st- and -ss- ligatures. The last two lines of Ode 1.2, top of p. 12:_

Quod fi de[s]uerit [s]alix
Fafces pauperibus [s]ubjiciet focis.

_Note the s-for-f error. In Italic fonts--used for all Latin poems in this text--long "s" is generally _easier_ to distinguish from "f" than it is in Roman fonts._

_Page Numbering_

In Lib. 1 Ode 2, English, page 13 is misprinted as page 31.
In Lib. 4 Ode 12, Latin, page 68 is misprinted as page 98.
In Lib. 4, Ode 30, page numbers 95-96 are repeated, and the setback
in numbering continues to the end of the text. The folio numbers
(in duodecimo, or sets of 24 pages) remain correct.