THEODORE	AND	HONORIA.
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	The	decencies	of	grief;	it	rests	behind,
	That,	as	our	bodies	were,	our	souls	be	join'd	;
	To	thy	whate'er	abode,	my	shade	convey,
	And,	as	an	elder	ghost,	direct	the	way."
	She	said;	and	bade	the	vial	to	be	brought,
	Where	she	before	had	brew'd	the	deadly	draught	:
	First	pouring	out	the	med'cinable	bane,
	The	heart,	her	tears	had	rins'd,	she	bath'd	again	;
	Then	down	her	throat	the	death	securely	throws,
	And	quaffs	a	long	oblivion	of	her	woes.
	This	done,	she	mounts	the	genial	bed,	and	there
	(Her	body	first	compos'd	with	honest	care)
	Attends	the	welcome	rest;	her	hands	yet	hold
	Close	to	her	heart	the	monumental	gold	;
	Nor	farther	word	she	spoke,	but	clos'd	her	sight,
	And	quiet	sought	the	covert	of	the	night.
	The	damsels,	who	the	while	in	silence	mourn'd,
	Not	knowing,	nor	suspecting	death	suborn'd,
	Yet,	as	their	duty	was,	to	Tancred	sent;
	Who,	conscious	of	th'	occasion,	fear'd	th'	event.
	Alarm'd,	and	with	presaging	heart,	he	came,
	And	drew	the	curtains,	and	expos'd	the	dame
	To	loathsome	light:	then	with	a	late	relief
	Made	vain	efforts,	to	mitigate	her	grief.
	She,	what	she	could,	excluding	day,	her	e}	r	es
	Kept	firmly	seal'd,	and	sternly	thus	replies	:
	"	Tancred,	restrain	thy	tears,	unsought	by	me,
	And	sorrow	unavailing	now	to	thee	:
	Did	ever	man	before	afflict	his	mind,
	To	see	th'	effect	of	what	himself	designed	?
	Yet,	if	thou	hast	remaining	in	thy	heart
	Some	sense	of	love,	some	unextinguish'd	part
	Of	former	kindness,	largely	once	profess'd,
	Let	me	by	that	adjure	thy	hanlen'd	breast,
	Not	to	deny	th}'	daughter's	last	request:
	The	secret	love	which	1	so	long	enjoy'd,
	And	still	conceal'd	to	gratify	thy	pride,
	Thou	hast	disjoin'd;	but,	with	my	dying	breath,
	Seek	not,	1	beg	thee,	to	disjoin	our	death;
	Where'er	his	corpse	by	thy	command	is	laid,
	Thither	let	mine	in	public	be	convey'd	:
	Expos'd	in	open	view,	and	side	by	side,
	Acknowledg'd	as	a	bridegroom	arid	a	bride."
	The	prince's	anguish	himler'd	his	reply	:
	And	she,	who	felt	her	fate	approaching	nigh,
	Sciz'd	the	cold	heart,	and,	heaving	to	her	breast,
	"	Here,	precious	pledge,"she	said,	"	securely	rest!"
	These	accents	were	her	last	;	the	creeping	death
	Benumb'd	her	senses	first,	then	stopp'd	her	breath.
	Thus	she	for	disobedience	justly	dy'd	:
	The	sire	was	justly	punish'd	for	his	pride	:
	The	youth,	least	guilty,	suffered	for	th'	offence,
	Of	duty	violated	to	his	prince	;
	Who-,	late	repenting	of	his	cruel	deed,
	One	common	sepulchre	for	both	decreed	;
	Intomb'd	the	wretched	,pair	in	royal	state,
	And	on	their	monument	inscrib'd	their	fate.
	THEODORE	AND	HONORIA.
	OF	all	the	cities	in	Romanian	lands,
	The	chief,	and	most	renown'd,	Ravenna	stands,
	Adorn'd	in	ancient	times	with	arms	and	arts,
	And	rich	inhabitants,	with	generous	hearts.
	But	Theodore	the	brave,	above	the	rest,
	ith	gifts	of	Fortune	and	of	Nature	bless'd,
	The	foremost	place	for	wealth	and	honour	held,
	And	all	in.	feats	of	chivalry	excell'd.
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	This	noble	youth	to	madness	lov'd	a	dame.
	Of	high	degree,	Honoria	was	her	name	;
	Fair	as	the	fairest,	but	of	haughty	mind,
	And	fiercer	than	became	so	soft	a	kind.
	Proud	of	her	birth	(for	equal	she	had	none)	;
	The	rest	she	scorn'd,	but	hated	him	alone	;
	His	gifts,	his	constant	courtship,	nothing	gain'd	;
	For	she,	the	more	he	lov'd,	the	more	disdain'd.
	He	liv'd	with	all	the	pomp	he	could	devise,
	At	tilts	and	tournaments	obtain'd	the	prize	:
	But	found	no	favour	in	his	lady's	eyes:
	Relentless	as	a	rock,	the	lofty	maid,
	Turn'd	all	to	poison,	that	he	did	or	said	:	[move;
	Nor	prayers,	nor	tears,	nor	offer'd	vows,	could
	The	work	went	backward;	and	the	more	he	strove
	T'	advance	his	suit,	the	farther	from	her	love.
	Weary'd	at	length,	and	wanting	remedy,
	He	doubted	oft,	and	oft	resolv'd	to	die.
	But	Pride	stood	ready	to	prevent	the	blow,
	For	who	would	die	to	gratify	a	foe?
	His	generous	mind	disdain'd	so	mean	a	fate	;
	That	pass'd,	his	next	endeavour	was	to	hate.
	But	vainer	that	relief	than	all	the	rest,
	The	less	he	hop'd,	with	more	desire	possess'd	;
	Love	stood	the	siege,	and	would	not	yield	his
	breast.	[care	;
	Change	was	the	next,	but	change	deceiv'd	hit,
	He	sought	a	fairer,	but	found	none	so	fair.
	He	would	have	worn	her	out	by	stow	degrees,
	As	men	by	fasting	starve	th'	untaia'd	dfsease:
	But	present	love	requir'd	a	present	ease.
	Looking	he	feeds	alone	his	famish'd	eyes,
	Feeds	lingering	Death,	but	looking	not	he	dies.
	Yet	still	he	chose	the	longest	way	to	Fate,
	Wasting	at	once	his	life	and	his	estate.
	His	friends	beheld,	and	pity'd	him	in	vain,
	For	what	advice	can	ease	a	lover's	pain	!
	Absence,	the	best	expedient	they	could	find,
	Might	save	the	fortune,	if	not	cure	the	mind	:
	This	means	they	long	propos'd,	but	little	gain'd,
	Yet,	after	much	pursuit,	at	length	obtain'd.
	Hard	you	may	think	it	was	to	give	consent.
	But	struggling	with	his	own	desires	he	went,
	With	large	expense,	and	with	a	pompous	train,
	Provided	as	to	visit	France	and	Spain,
	Or	for	some	distant	voyage	o'er	the	main.
	But	Love	had	clipp'd	his	wings,	and	cut	him	short,
	Confin'd	within	the	purlieus	of	the	court.	,
	Three	miles	he	went,	nor	farther	could	retreat;
	His	travels	ended	at	his	country-seat	:
	To	Chassis'	pleasing	plains	he	took	his	way,
	There	pitch'd	his	tents,	and	there	resolv'd	to	stay.
	The	spring	was	in	the	prime	;	the	neighbouring
	Supply	'd	with	birds,	thechoiristers	of	Love	:	[grove
	Music	unbought,	that	minister^	delight
	To	morning	walks,	and	lull'd	his	cares	by	night:
	There	he	discharg'd	his	friends:	but	not	th'	expense
	Of	frequent	treats,	and	proud	magnificence.
	He	liv'd	as	kings	retire,	though	more	at	large.
	From	public	business,	yet	with	equal	charge;
	With	house	and	heart	still	open	to	receive;
	As	well	content	as	Love	would	give	him	leave:
	He	would	have	liv'd	more	free;	but	many	a	guest,
	Who	could	forsake	the	friend,	pursued	the	feast.
	It	hapt	ope	morning,	as	his	fancy	led,
	Before	his	usual	hour	he	left	his	bed;
	To	walk	within	a	lonely	lawn,	that	stood
	On	every	side	surrounded	by	a	wood	:
	Alone	he	walk'd,	lo	please	his	pensive	miuct.,
	And	sought	the	deepest	solitude	to	find;


DRYDEN'S	POEMS.
	'Twas	in	a	grove	of	spreading	pines-	he	stray'd;
	The	winds	within	the	quivering	branches	play'd,
	And	dancing	trees	a	mournful	music	made.
	The	place	itself	was	suiting	to	his	care,
	Uncouth	and	savage,	as	the	cruel	fair.
	He	wander'd	on,	unknowing	where	he	went
	Lost	in	the	wood,	and	all	on	love	intent	:
	The	Day	already	half	his	race	had	run,
	And	sutnmon'd	him	to	due	repast	at	noon,
	But	Love	could	feel	no	hunger	but	his	own.
	Whilst	listening	to	the	murmuring	leaves	he
	stood,
	More	than	a	mile	immers'd	within	the	wood,
	At	once	the	wind	was	laid	;	the	whispering	sound
	Was	dumb	;	a	rising	earthquake	rock'd	the	ground;
	With	deeper	brown	the	grove	was	overspread^
	A	sudden	horrour	seized	his	giddy	head,
	And	his	ears	tinkled,	and	his	colour	fled.
	Nature	was	in	alarm	;	some	danger	nigh
	Seem	threaten'd,	though	unseen	to	mortal	eye.
	Unus'd	to	fear,	he	summon'd	all	his	soul,
	And	stood	collected	in	himself,	and	whole	;
	Not	long	:	for	soon	a	whirlwind	rose	around,
	And	from	afar	he	heard	a	screaming	sound,
	As	of	a	dame	distress'd,	who	cry'd	for	aid,
	And	fill'd	with	loud	laments	the	secret	shade.
	A	thicket	close	beside	the	grove	there	stood,
	With	briers	and	brambles	choak'd,	and	dwarfish
	wood	;	[near,
	From	thence	the	noise,	which	now,	approaching
	With	more	distinguish'd	notes	invades	his	ear;
	He	rais'd	his	head,	and	saw	a	beauteous	maid,
	With	hair	disheveli'd,	issuing	through	the	shade	;
	Stripp'd	of	her	cloaths,andev'n	those	parts	reveal'd,
	Which	modest	Nature	keeps	from	sight	cOnceal'd.
	Her	face,	her	hands,	her	naked	limbs	were	torn,
	With	passing	through	the	brakes,	and	prickly	thorn	;
	Two	mastiffs	gaunt	and	grim	her	flight	pursu'd,
	And	oft	their	fasten'd	fangs	in	blood	embru'd	:
	Oft	the}'	came	up,	and	pinch'd	her	tender	side,
	"	Mercy,	O	mercy,	Heaven	!"	she	ran,	and	cry'd.
	When	Heaven	was	nam'd,	they	loos'd	their	hold
	again,
	Then	sprang	she	forth,	they	follow'd	her	amain.
	Not	far	behind,	a	knight	of	swarthy	face,
	High	on	a	coal-black	steed	pursu'd	the	chase	;
	With	flashing	flames	his	ardent	eyes	were	fill'd,
	And	in	his	hand	a	naked	sword	he	held:
	He	cheer'd	the	dogs	to	follow	her	who	fled,
	And	vow'd	revenge	on	her	devoted	head.
	As	Theodore	was	born	of	noble	kind,
	The	brutal	action	rous'd	his	manly	mind;
	Mov'd	with	unworthy	usage	of	the	maid,
	He,	though	unarm'd,	resolv'd	to	give	her	aid.
	A	saplin	pine	he	wrench'd	from	out	the	ground,
	The	readiest	weapon	that	his	fury	found.
	Thus	furnish'd	for	offence,	he	cross'd	the	way
	Betwixt	the	graceless	villain	and	his	prey.
	The	knight	came	thundering	on,	but,	from	afar,
	Thus	in	imperious	tone	forbade	the	war:
	"	Cease,	Theodore,	to	proffer	vain	relief,
	Nor	stop	the	vengeance	of	so	just	a	grief;
	But	give	me	leave	to	seize	my	destin'd	prey,
	And	let	Eternal	Justice	take	the	way	:
	1	but	revenge	my	fate,	disdain'd,	betray'd,
	And	suffering	death	for	this	ungrateful	maid."
	He	said,	at	once	dismounting	from	the	steed;
	For	now	the	hell-hounds	with	superior	speed
	Had	reach'd	the	dame,	and,	fastening	on	her	side,
	The	ground	with	issuing	streams	of	purple	dy'd,
	Stood	Theodore	surpris'd	in	deadly	fright,
	With	chattering	teeth,	and	bristling	hair	upright;'
	Yet	arm'd	with	inborn	worth,	"	Whate'er,"	said	he,
	"	Thou	art,	who	knovv'st	me	better	than	1	thee	;
	Or	prove	thy	rightful	cause,	or	be	defy'd	;"
	The	spectre,	fiercely	staring,	thus	reply	'd	:
	"	Know,	Theodore,	thy	ancestry	1	claim,
	And	Guido	Cavalcanti	was	my	name.
	One	common	sire	our	fathers	did	beget,
	My	name	and	story	some	remember	yet	:
	Thee,	then	a	boy,	within	my	arms	1	laid,
	When	for	my	sins	I	lov'd	this	haughty	maid	;
	Not	less	ador'd	in	life,	nor	served	by	me,
	Than	proud	Honoria	now	is	lov'd	by	thee.
	What	did	I	not	her	stubborn	heart	to	gain	?
	But	all	my	vows	were	answer'd	with	disdain	:
	She	scorn'd	my	sorrows,	and	despis'd	my	pain.
	Long	time	1	dragg'd	my	days	in	fruitless	care	;
	Then,	loathing	life,	and	plutig'd	in	deep	despair,
	To	finish	my	unhappy	life,	I	fell
	On	this	sharp	sword,	and	now	am	damn'd	in	Hell.
	"	Short	was	her	joy;	for	soon	th'	insulting	maid
	By	Heaven's	decree	in	this	cold	grave	was	"laid.
	And	as	in	unrepented	sin	she	dy'd,
	Doom'd	to	the	same	bad	place	is	punish'd	for	her
	pride	:
	Because	she	deemed	I	well	deserv'd	to	die,
	And	made	a	merit	of	her	cruelty.	[cast,
	There,	then,	we	met	;	both	try'd,	and	both	were
	And	this	irrevocable	sentence	pass'd	;
	That	she,	whom	I	so	long	pursu'd	in	vain,
	Should	suffer	from	my	hands	a	lingering	pain	:
	Renew'd	to	life	that	she	might	daily	die,
	I	daily	doom'd	to	follow,	she	to	fly	;
	No	more	a	lover,	but	a	mortal	foe,
	1	seek	her	life	(for	love	is	none	below):
	As	often	as	my	dogs	with	better	speed
	Arrest	her	flight,	is	she	to	death	decreed	:
	Then	with	this	fata!	sword,	on	which	I	dy'd,
	I	pierce	her	open	back,	or	tender	side,
	And	tear	that	harden'd	heart	from	out	her	breast,
	Which,	with	her	entrails,	makes	my	hungry
	hounds	a	feast.
	Nor	lies	she	long,	but,	as	her	Fates	ordain,
	Springs	up	to	life,	and	fresh	to	second	pain,
	Is	sav'd	to-day,	to-morrow	to	be	slain."
	This,	vers'd	in	death,	th'	infernal	knight	relates,
	And	then	for	proof	fulfill'd	the	common	fates;
	Her	heart	and	bowels	tln'ough	her	back	he	drew,
	And	fed	the	hounds	that	help'd	him	to	pursue,
	Stern	look'd	the	fiend,	as	frustrate	of	his	will,
	Not	half	suffic'd,	and	greedy	yet	to	kill.
	And	now	the	soul,	expiring	through	the	wotmd,	,
	Had	left	the	body	breathless	on	the	ground,
	When	thus	the	grisly	spectre	spoke	again	:
	"	Behold	the	fruit	of	ill-rewarded	pain	:
	As	many	months	as	I	sustained	her	hate,
	So	many	years	is	she	condemn'd	by	Fate
	To	daily	death	;	and	every	several	place,
	Conscious	of	her	disdain	and	my	disgrace,
	Must	witness	her	just	punishment	;	and	be
	A	scene	of	triumph	and	revenge	to	me	!
	As	in	this	grove	I	took	my	last	farewel,
	As	on	this	very	spot	of	earth	1	fell,
	As	Friday	saw	me	die,	so	she	my	prey
	Becomes	ev'n	here,	on	this	revolving	day."
	Thus	while	he	spoke	the	virgin	from	the	ground	,
	Upstarted	fresh,	already	clos'd	the	wound,
	And,	unconcern'd	for	all	she	felt	before,
	Precipitates	her	flight	along	the	shore	:


THEODORE	AND	HONORIA.
	The	hell-hounds,	as	ungorg'd	with	flesh	and	blood,
	Pursue	their	prey,	and	seek	their	wonted	food	:
	The	fiend	remounts	his	courser,	mends	his	pace	;
	And	all	the	vision	vanish'd	from	the	place.
	Long	stood	the	noble	youth	oppressed	with	awe
	And	stupid	at	the	wondrous	things	he	saw,	[law.
	Surpassing	common	faith,	transgressing	Nature's
	He	would	have	been	asleep,	and	wish'd	to	wake,
	But	dreams,	he	knew,	no	long	impression	make,
	Though	strong	at	first;	if	vision,	to	what	end,
	But	such	as	must	his	future	state	portend	?
	His	love	the	damsel,	and	himself	the	fiend.
	But	yet,	reflecting	that	it	could	not	be
	From	Heaven,	which	cannot	impious	acts	decree,
	Resolv'd	within	himself	to	shun	the	snare,
	Which	Hell	for	his	destruction	did	prepare	;
	And,	as	his	better	genius	should	direct,
	From	an	ill	cause	to	draw	a	good	effect.
	Inspir'd	from	Heaven	he	homeward	took	his
	Nor	pall'd	his	new	design	with	long	delay:	[way,
	But	of	his	train	a	trusty	servant	sent,
	To	call	his	friends	together	at	his	tent.
	They	came,	and,	usual	salutations	paid,
	With	words	premeditated	thus	he	said	:
	"	What	you	have	often	counselled,	to	remove
	My	vain	pursuit	of	unregarded	love	;
	By	thrift	my	sinking	fortune	to	repair,
	Though	late	yet	is	at	last	become	my	care	:
	My	heart	shall	be	my	own;	my	vast	expense
	Keduc'd	to	bounds,	by	timely	providence	:
	This	only	I	require;	invite	for	me
	Honoria,	with	her	father's	family,
	Her*	friends,	and	mine;	the	cause	I	shall	display,
	On	Friday	next	;	for	that's	th'	appointed	day."
	Well	pleas'd	were	all	his	friends,	the	task	was	light,
	The	father,	mother,	daughter,	they	invite	;
	Hardly	the	dame	was	drawn	to	this	repast	;
	But	yet	resolv'd,	because	it	was	the	last.
	The	day	was	come,	the	guests	invited	came,
	And,	with	the	rest,	th'	inexorable	dame	:
	A	feast	prepar'd	with	riotous	expense,
	Much	cost,	more	care,	and	most	magnificence.
	The	place	ordain'd	was	in	that	haunted	grove,
	Where	the	revenging	ghost	pursu'd	his	love	:
	The	tables	in	a	proud	pavilion	spread,
	With	flowers	below,	and	tissue	overhead	:
	The	rest	in	rank,	Honoria,	chief	in	place,
	Was	artfully	contriv'd	to	set	her	face
	To	front	the	thicket,	and	behold	the	chase.
	The	feast	was	serv'd,	the	time	so	well	forecast,
	That	just	when	the	desert	and	fruits	were	plac'd,
	The	fiends	alarm	began	;	the	hollow	sound
	Sung	in	the	leaves,	the	forest	shook	around.
	Air	blacken'd,	roli'd	the	thunder,	groan'd	the
	ground.
	Nor	long	before	the	loud	laments	arise,
	Of	one	distress'd,	and	mastiffs	mingled	cries	;
	And	first	the	dame	came	rushing	through	the
	wood,	[food,
	And	next	the	famish'd	hounds	that	sought	their
	And	grip'd	her	flanks,	and	oft	essay'd	their	jaws
	in	blood.
	Last	came	the	felon,	on	his	sable	steed,
	Ann'd	with	his	naked	sword,	and	urgM	his	dogs
	to	speed.
	She	ran,	and	cry'd,	her	flight	directly	bent
	(A	guest	unbidden)	to	the	fatal	tent,	[ment.
	The	scene	of	death,	and	place	ordain'd	for	punish-
	Loud	was	the	noise,	aghast	was	every	guest,
	The	women	shriek'd,	the	men	forsook	the	feast	j
	The	hounds	at	nearer	distance	hoarsely	bay'd	;
	The	hunter	close	pursu'd	the	visionary	maid,
	She	rent	the	Heaven	with	loud	laments,	imploring
	The	gallants,	to	protect	the	lady's	right,	[aid.
	Their	faulchions	brandish'd	at	the	grisly	sprite	j
	High	on	his	stirrups	he	provok'd	the	fight.
	Then	on	the	crowd	he	cast	a	furious	look,
	And	wither'd	all	their	strength	before	he	spoke	:
	'*	Back	on	your	lives;	let	he,"	said	he,	"	my	prey,
	And	let	my	vengeance	take	the	destin'd	\vay	:
	Vain	are	your	arms,	and	vainer	your	defence,
	Against	th'	eternal	doom	of	Providence	:
	Mine	is	th'	ungrateful	maid	by	Heaven	designM	:
	Mercy	she	would	not	give,	nor	mercy	shall	she
	At	this	the	former	tale	again	he	told	[find."
	With	thundering	tone,	and	dreadful	to	behold	:
	Sunk	were	their	hearts	with	horrour	of	the	crime,
	Nor	needed	to	be	warn'd	a	second	time,
	But	bore	each	other	back:	some	knew	the	face,
	And	all	had	heard	the	much-lamented	cage
	Of	him	who	fell	for	love,	and	this	the	fatal	place.
	And	now	th'	infernal	minister	advanc'd,
	Seiz'd	the	due	victim,	and	with	fury	launch'd
	Her	back,	and,	piercing	through	her	inmost	heart,
	Drew	backward	as	before	th'	offending	part.
	The	reeking	entrails	next	he	tore	away,
	And	to	his	meagre	mastiffs	made	a	prey.
	The	pale	assistants	on	each	other	star'd,
	With	gaping	mouths	for	issuing	words	prepar'd	;
	The	still-born	sounds	upon	the	palate	hung,
	And	dy'd	imperfect	on	the	faulteriug	tongue.
	The	fright	was	general	;	but	the	female	baud
	(A	helpless	train)	in	more	confusion	stand	:
	With	horrour	shuddering,	on	a	heap	they	ruij,
	Sick	at	the	sight	of	hateful	justice	done	;
	For	Conscience	rung	th'	alarm,	and	made	the
	case	their	own.
	So,	spread	upon	a	lake	with	upward	eye,
	A	plump	of	fowl	behold	their	foe	on	high	;
	They	close	their	trembling	troop	;	and	all	attend
	On	whom	the	sowsiug	eagle	will	descend.
	But	most	the	proud	Honoria	fear'd	th'	event,
	And	thought	to	her	alone	the	vision	sent.
	Her	guilt	presents	to	her	distracted	mind
	Heaven's	justice,	Theodore's	revengeful	kind,
	And	the	same	fate	to	the	same	sin	assign'd.
	Already	sees	herself	the	monster's	prey,
	And	feels	her	heart	and	entrails	torn	away.
	'Twas	a	mute	scene	of	sorrow,	mix'd	with	fear	j
	Still	on	the	table	lay	th'	unfinish'd	cheer	:
	The	knight	and	hungry	mastiffs	stood	around,
	The	mangled	dame	laj'	breathless	on	the	ground	j
	When	on	a	sudden,	re-inspir'd	with	breath,
	Again	she	rose,	again	to	suffer	death	;
	Nor	staid	the	hell-hoxuids,	nor	the	hunter	staid,
	But	follow'd,	as	before,	the	flying	maid	:
	Th'	avenger	took	from	earth	th'	avenging	sword,
	And	mounting	light	as	air	his	sable	steed	he
	spurr'd	:
	The	clouds	dispell'd,	the	sky	resum'd	her	light,
	And	Nature	stood	recover'd	of	her	fright.
	But	fear,	the	last	of	ills,	remain'd	behind,
	And	horrour	heavy	sat	on	every	mind.
	Nor	Theodore	encourag'd	more	the	feast,
	Buc	sternly	look'd,	as	hatching	in	his	breast
	Some	deep	designs	;	which	when	Honoria	view'd,
	The	fresh	impulse	her	former	fright	renew'd;
	She	thought	herself	the	trembling	dame	who	fled,
	And	him	the	grisly	ghost	that	spurr'd	th'	infernal
	steed	:


DRYDEN's	POEMS.
	The	more	dismay	'd,	for	when	the	guests	withdrew,
	Their	courteous	"host,	saluting	all	the	crew,
	Regardless	pass'd	her	o'er;	nor	grac'd	with	kind
	adieu	:
	That	sting	inflx'd	within	her	haughty	mind
	The	downfal	of	her	empire	she	divin'd	;
	And	her	proud	heart	with	secret	sorrow	pin'd.
	Home	as	they	went,	the'sad	discourse	renew'd
	Of	the	relentless	dame	to	death	pursu'd,
	And	of	the	sight	obscene	so	lately	view'd.
	None	durst	arraign	the	righteous	doom	she	bore,
	Ev'n	they	who	pity'd	most,	yet	blam'd	her	more:
	The	parallel	they	needed	not	to	name,
	But	in	the	dead	they	damn'd	the	living	dame.
	At	every	little	noise	she	look'd	behind,
	For	still	the	knight	was	present	to	her	mind	:
	And	anxious	oft	she	started	on	the	way,
	And	thought	the	horseman-ghost	came	thundering
	for	his	prey.
	Return'd,	she	took	her	bed	with	little	rest,
	But	in	short	slumbers	dreamt	the	funeral	feast	:
	Awak'd,	she	turn'd	her	side,	and	slept	again	;
	The	same	biack	vapours	mounted	in	her	brain,
	And	the	same	dreams	return'd	with	double	pain.
	Now	forc'd	to	wake,	because	afraid	to	sleep,
	Her	blood	all	fever'd,	with	a	furious	leap
	She	sprang	from	bed,	distracted	in	her	mind,
	And	fear'd,	at	every	step,	a	twitching	sprite	behind.
	Darkling	and	desperate,	with	a	staggering	pace,
	Of	death	afraid,	and	conscious	of	disgrace	;
	Fear,	Pride,	Remorse,	at	once	her	heart	assail'd,
	Pride	put	Remorse	to	flight,	but	Fear	prevail'd.
	Friday,	the	fatal	day,	when	next	it	came,
	Her	st>ul	forethought	the	fiend	would	change	his
	And	her	pursue,	or	Theodore	be	slain,	[game,
	And	two	ghosts	join	their	packs	to	hunt	her	o'er
	the	plain.
	This	dreadful	image	so	possess'd	her	mind.
	That,	desperate	any	succour	else	to	find,
	She	ceas'd	all	farther	hope	;	and	now	began
	To	make	reflection	on	th'	unhappy	man.
	Rich,	brave,	and	young,	who	past	expression	lov'd,
	Proof	to	dudain,	and	not	to	be	remov'd	:
	Of	all	the	men	respected	and	admir'd,
	Of	all	the	dames,	except	herself,	desir'd	:
	Why	not	of	her	?	preferr'd	above	the	rest
	By	him	with	knightly	deeds,	and	open	love	pro-
	fess'd?
	So	had	another	been,	where	he	his	vows	address'd.
	This	quell'd	her	pride,	vet	other	doubts	remain'd,
	That,	once	disdaining,	she	might	be	disdain'd.
	The	fear	was	just,	but	greater	fear	prevail'd,
	Fear	of	her	life	by	hellish	hounds	assail'd	:
	He	took	a	lowering	leave	;	but	who	can	tell,
	What	outward	hate	might	inward	love	conceal	?
	Her	sex's	arts	she	knew	;	and	why	not,	then,
	Might	deep	dissembling	have	a	place	in	men	?
	Here	hope	began	to	dawn	;	resolv'd	to	try,
	She	fix'd	on	this	her	utmost	remedy	:
	Death	was	behind,	but	hard	it	was	to	die.
	'Twas	time	enough	at	last	on	Death	to	call,
	The	precipice	in	sight:	a	shrub	was	all,
	That	kindly	stood	betwixt	to	break	the	fatal	fall.
	One	maid	she	had,	belov'd	above	the	rest	;
	Secure	of	her,	the	secret	she	confess'd	;
	And	now	the	chearful	light	her	fears	dispell'd,
	She	with	no	winding	turns	the	truth	conceal'd,
	But	put	the	woman	off,	and	stood	reveal'd	:
	With	faults	confess'd	commission'd	her	to	go,
	If	pity	yet	had	place,	and	reconcile	her	foe	;
	The	welcome	message	made,	was	soon	receiv'd
	'Twas	to	be	wish'd,	and	hop'd,	but	scarce	be-
	liev'd	;
	Fate	seem'd	a	fair	occasion	to	present;
	He	knew	the	sex,	and	fear'd	she	might	repent,
	Should	he	delay	the	moment	of	consent.
	There	yet	remain'd	to	gain	her	friends	(a	care
	The	modesty	of	maidens	well	might	spare)	;
	But	she	with	such	a	zeal	the	cause	embrac'd,
	(As	women,	where	they	will,	are	all	in	haste)
	The	father,	mother,	and	the	kin	beside,
	Were	overborn	by	fury	of	the	tide;
	With	full	consent	of	all	she	chang'd	her	state	;
	Resistless	in	her	love,	as	in	her	hate.
	By	her	example	warn'd,	the	rest	beware	;
	More	easy,	less	imperious,	were	the	fair	;
	And	that	one	hunting,	which	the	Devil	design'd
	For	one	fair	female,	lost	him	half	the	kind.
	CYMON	AND	IPHIGENIA.
	POETA	LOQ.UITUR.
	OLD	as	I	am,	for	ladies	love	unfit,
	The	power	of	beauty	I	remember	yet.
	Which	once	inflam'd	my	soul,	and	still	inspires
	If	lo.ve	be	folly,	the	severe	divine	[my	wit.
	Has	felt	that	folly,	though	he	censures	mine;
	Pollutes	the	pleasures	of	a	chaste	embrace,
	Acts	what	I	write,	and	propagates	in	grace,
	With	riotous	excess,	a	priestly	race.
	Suppose	him	free,	and	that	1	forge	th'	offence,
	He	show'd	the	way,	perverting	first	my	sense	:
	In	malice	witty,	and	with	venom	fraught,
	He	makes	me	speak	the	things	I	never	thought.
	Compute	the	gains	of	his	ungovern'd	zeal	;
	'111	suits	his	cloth	the	praise	of	railing	well.
	The	world	will	think,	that	what	we	loosely	write,
	Though	now	arraign'd,	he	read	with	some	delight;
	Because	he	seems	to	chew	the	cud	again,
	When	his	broad	commentmakes	the	text	too	plain	;
	And	teaches	more	in	one	explaining	page,
	Than	all	the	double	-meanings	of	the	stage.
	What	needs	he	paraphrase	on	what	we	mean	?
	We	were	at	worst	but	wanton	;	he's	obscene.
	I	not	my	fellows	nor	myself	excuse	;
	But	love's	the	subject	of	the	comic	Muse	;
	Nor	can	we	write	without	it,	nor	would	you
	A	tale	of	only	dry	instruction	view	;
	Nor	love	is	always	of	a	vicious	kind,
	But	oft	to	virtuous	acts	inflames	the	mind,
	Awakes	the	sleepy	vigour	of	the	soul,
	And,	brushing	o'er,	adds	motion	to	the	pool.
	Love,	studious	how	to	please,	improves	our	parts
	With	polish'd	manners,	afld	adorns	with	arts.
	Love	first	invented	verse,	and	form'd	the	rhyme,
	The	motion	measur'd,	harmoniz'd	the	chime	;
	To	liberal	acts	enlarg'd	the	narrow-soul'd,
	Soften'd	the	fierce,	and	made	the	coward	bold	:
	The	world,	when	waste,	he	peopled	with	increase,
	And	warring	nations	reconcil'd	in	peace.
	Ormond,	the	first,	and	all	the	fair	may	find,
	In	this	one	legend,	to	their	fame	design'd,
	When	Beauty	fires	the	blood,	how	Love	exalts	the
	mind.
	IN	that	sweet	isle	where	Venus	keeps	her	court,
	And	every	Grace,	and	all	the	Loves,	resort	;


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	Where	either	sex	is	form'd	of	softer	earth,
	And	takes	'the	bent	of	pleasure	from	their	birth	;
	There	liv'd	a	Cyprian	lord	above	the	rest
	Wise,	wealthy,	with	a	numerous	issue	bless'd.
	But	as	no	gift	of	Fortune	is	sincere,
	Was	only	wanting	in	a	worthy	heir	;
	His	eldest	born,	a	goodly	youth	to	view,
	Excell'd	the	rest	in	shape,	and	outward	shew,
	Fair,	tall,	his	limbs	with	due	proportion	join'd,
	But	of	a	heavy,	dull,	degenerate	mind.
	His	soul	bely'd	the	features	of	his	face	;
	Beauty	was	there,	but	beauty	in	disgrace.
	A	clownish	mien,	a	voice	with	rustic	sound,
	And	stupid	eyes	that	ever	lov'd	the	ground.
	He	look'd	like	Nature's	errour,	as	the	mind
	And	body	were	not	of	a	piece	design'd,	[join'd
	But	made	for	two,	and	by	mistake	in	one	were
	The	ruling	rod,	the	father's	forming	care,
	Were	exercis'd	in	vain	<~>n	Wit's	despair;
	The	more	inform'd,	the	less	he	understood,
	And	deeper	sunk	by	floundering	in	the	mud.
	Now	scorn'd	of	all,	and	grown	the	public	shame,
	The	people	from	Galesus	chang'd	his	name,
	And	Cymon	call'd,	which	signifies	a	brute;
	So	well	his	name	did	with	his	nature	suit.
	His	father,	when	he	found	his	labour	lost,
	And	care	employ'd	that	answer'd	not	the	cost,
	Chose	an	ungrateful	object	to	remove,
	And	loath'd	to	see	what	Nature	made	him	love;
	So	to	his	country	farm	the	fool	confin'd	;
	Rude	work	well	suited	with	a	rustic	mind.
	Thus	to	the	wilds	the	sturdy	Cymon	went,
	A	squire	among	the	swains,	and	pleas'd	with	ba
	nishment.
	His	corn	and	cattle	were	his	only	care.
	And	his	supreme	delight,	a	country	fair.
	It	happen'd	on	a	summer's	holiday,
	That	to	the	green-wood	shade	he	took	his	way	;
	For	Cymon	shunn'd	the	church,	and	us<d	not
	much	to	pray.
	His	quarter-staff,	which	he	could	ne'er	forsake,
	Hung	half	before,	and	half	behind	his	back.
	He	trudgM	along,	unknowing	what	he	sought,
	And	whistled	as	he	went	for	want	of	thought.
	By	Chance	conducted,	or	by	thirst	constrain'd,
	The	deep	recesses	of	the	grove	he	gain'd	;
	Where,	in	a	plain	defended	by	the	wood,
	Crept	through	the	matted	grass	a	crystal	flood,
	By	which	an	alabaster	fountain	stood	:
	And	on	the	margin	of	the	fount	was	laid
	(Attended	by	her	slaves)	a	sleeping	maid.
	Like	Dian	and	her	nymphs,	when,	tir'd	with	sport,
	To	rest	by	cool	Eurotas	they	resort	:
	The	dame	herself	the	goddess	well	express'd,
	Not	more	distinguish'd	by	her	purple	vest,
	Than	by	the	charming	features	of	her	face,
	And	ev'n	in	sHimber	a	superior	grace	:
	Her	comely	limbs	compos'd	with	decent	care,
	Her	body	shaded	with	a	slight	cymarr;
	Her	bosom	to	the	view	was	only	bare	:
	Where	two	beginning	paps	were	scarcely	spy'd,
	For	yet	their	places	were	but	signify'd	:
	The	fanning	wind	upon	her	bosom	blows,
	To	meet	the	fanning	wind	the	bosom	rose	;
	The	fanning	wind,	and	purling	streams,	continue
	he.r	repose.
	The	fool	of	Nature	stood	with	stupid	eyes,
	And	gaping	mouth	that	testirVd	surprise,
	Fix'd'on	her	face,	nor	could	remove	his	sight,
	$ew	as	he	was	to	love,	and	novice	to	delight:
	VOL.	IX.
	Long	mute	he	stood,	and	leaning	on	his	staff,
	His	wonder	witness'd	with	an	idiot	laugh;
	Then	would	have	spoke,	but	by	his	glimmering
	sense
	First	found	his	want	of	words,	and	fear'd	offence:
	Doubted	for	what	he	was	he	should	be	known,
	By	his	clown	accent,	and	his	country	tone.
	Through	the	rude	chaos	thus	the	running	light
	Shot	the	first	ray	that	pierc'd	the	native	night	:
	Then	day	and	darkness	in	the	mass	were	mix'd,
	Till	gather'd	in	a	globe	the	beams	were	fix'd	;
	Last	shone	the	Sun,	who,	radiant	in	his	sphere,
	Illumin'd	Heaven	and	Earth,	and	roll'd	around
	So	reason	in	this	brutal	soul	began,	[the	year.
	Love	made	him	first	suspect	he	was	a	man	;
	Love	made	him	doubt	his	broad	barbarian	sound;
	By	love	his	want	of	words	and	wit	he	found;
	That	sense	of	want	prepar'd'the	future	way
	To	knowledge,	and	disclos'd	the	promise	of	a	day.
	What	not	his	father's	care,	nor	tutor's	art,
	Coulcl	plant	with	pains	in	his	unpolistvd	heart,
	The	best	instructor,	Love,	at	once	inspii	%	'd,
	As	barren	grounds	to	fruitfulness	are	fir'd	:
	Love	taught	him	shame;	and	Sharne,	with	Love	at
	Soon	taught	the	sweet	civilities	of	life	;	[strife,
	His	gross	material	soul	at	once	could	find
	Somewhat	in	her	excelling	all	her	kind	:
	Exciting	a	desire	till	then	unknown,
	Somewhat	unfound,	or	found	in	her	alone.
	This	made	the	first	impression	on	his	mind,
	Above,	but	just	above,	the	brutal	kind.
	For	beasts	can	like,	but	not	distinguish	too,
	XY>r	their	own	liking	by	reflection	know	;
	r	why	they	like	or	this	or	t'	other	face,
	Dr	judge	of	this	or	that	peculiar	grace	;
	But	love	in	gross,	and	stupidly	admire	:
	As	flies,	allur'd	by	light,	approach	the	fire,
	Thus	our	man-beast,	advancing	by	degrees,
	7	irst	likes	the	whole,	then	separates	what	he	sees;
	3n	several	parts	several	praise	bestows,
	The	rnby	lips,	the	well-proportion'd	nose,
	The	snowy	skin,	and	raven-glossy	hair,
	he	dimpled	cheek,	and	forehead	rising	fair,
	And,	ev'n	in	sleep	itself,	a	smiling	air.
	?	rom	thence	his	eyes	descending	view'd	the	rest,	"
	ler	plump	round	arms,	white	hands,	and	heaving
	breast.
	jOng	on	the	last	he	dwelt,	though	every	part
	i	pointed	arrow	sped	to	pierce	his	heart.
	Thus	in	a	trice	a	judge	of	beauty	grown,
	A	judge	erected	from	a	country	clown)
	le	long'd	to	see	her	eyes,	in	slumber	hid,
	wish'd	his	own	could	pierce	within	the	lid	:
	He	would	have	wak'd	her,	but	restrain'd	his
	thought,	[taught.
	.nd	Love,	new-born,	the	first	good-manners
	\.nA	awful	Fear	his	ardent	wish	withstood,
	y	T	or	durst	disturb	the	goddess	of	the	wood,
	or	such	she	seem'd	by	her	celestial	face,
	Excelling	all	the	rest	of	human	race,
	nd	things	divine,	by	common	sense	he	knew,
	lust	be	devoutly	seen,	at	distant	view	:
	o	checking	his	desire,	with	trembling	heart
	razing	he	stood,	nor	would	nor	could	depart	;
	ix'd	as	a	pilgrim	wilder'd	in	his	way,
	fho	dares	n^t	stir	by	night,	for	fear	to	stray,
	ut	stands	w!ch	awful	eyes	to	watch	the	dawn	of
	day.
	At	length	awaking,	Iphigene	the	fair
	So	was	the	beauty	cail'd	who	caus'd	his	care)


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	DRYDEN'S	POEMS.
	Unelos'd	her	eyes,	and	double	day	reveal'd,
	While	those	of	all	her	slaves	in	sleep	were	seal'd.
	The	slavering	cudden,	propp'd	upon	his	staif,
	Stood	ready	gaping	with	a	grinning	laugh,
	To	welcome	her	awake	;	nor	durst	begin
	To	speak,	but	wisely	kept	the	fool	within.
	Then	she:	"	What	makes	you,	Cymon,	here
	alone	?	"
	(For	Cymon's	name	was	round	the	country	known
	Because	descended	of	a	noble	race,
	And	for	a	soul	ill	sorted	with	his	face).
	But	still	the	sot	stood	silent	with	surprise,
	With	fix'd	regard	on	her	new-open'd	eyes,
	And	in	his	breast	receiv'd	th'	euvenom'd	dart,
	A	tickling	pain	that	pleas'd	amid	the	smart.
	But,	conscious	of	her	form,	with	quick	distrust
	She	saw	his	sparkling	eyes,	and	fear'd	his	brutal
	This	to	prevent,	siie	wak'd	her	sleepy	crew,	[lust	:
	And,	rising	hasty,	took	a	short	adieu.
	Then	Cymon	first	his	rustic	voice	essay'd,
	With	proffer'd	service	to	the	parting	maid
	To	see	her	safe;	his	hand	she	long	deny'd,
	But	took	at	length,	asham'd	of	such	a	guide.
	So	Cymon	led	her	home,	and	leaving	there,
	No	more	would	to	his	country	clowns	repair,
	But	sought	his	father's	house,	with	better	mind,
	Refusing	in	the	farm	to	be	confin'd.
	The	father	wonder'd	at	the	son's	return,
	And	knew	not	whether	to	rejoice	or	mourn	;
	But	doubtfully	receiv'd,	expecting	still
	To	learn	the	secret	causes	of	his	alter'd	will.
	Nor	was	he	long	delay'd	:	the	first	request
	He	made,	was	like	his	brothers	to	be	dress'd,
	And,	as	his	birth	requir'd,	above	the	rest.
	With	ease	his	suit	was	granted	by	his	sire,
	Distinguishing	his	heir	by	rich	attire:
	His	body	thus	adorn'd,	he	next	design'd
	With	liberal	arts	to	cultivate	his	mind	:
	He	sought	a	tutor	of	his	own	accord,
	And	study'd	lessons	he	before	abhorr'd.
	Thus	the	man-child	advanc'd,	and	learn'd	so	fast,
	That	in	short	time	his	equals	he	surpass'd	;
	His	brutal	manners	from	his	breast	exil'd,
	His	mien	he	fashion'd,	and	his	tongue	he	fil'd	;
	In	every	exercise	of	all	admir'd,
	He	seem'd,	nor	only	seem'd,	but	was	inspired	:
	Inspir'd	by	Love,	whose	business	is	to	please	;
	He	rode,	he	fenc'd,	he	mov'd	with	graceful	ease,
	More	fam'd	for	sense,	for	courtly	carriage	more,
	Than	for	his	brutal	folly	known	before.
	What	then	of	alter'd	Cymon	shall	we	say,
	But	that	the	fire	which	choak'd	in	ashes	lay,
	A	load	too	heavy	for	his	soul	to	move,	[Love,
	Was	upward	blown	below,	and	brush'd	away	by
	Love	made	an	active	progress	through	his	mind,
	The	dusky	parts	he	clear'd,	the	gross	refin'd,
	The	drowsy	wak'd	;	and	as	he	went	impress'd
	The	Maker's	image	on	the	human	breast.
	Thus	was	the	man	amended	by	desire,
	And	though	he	lov'd	perhaps	with	too	much	fire,
	His	father	all	his	faults	with	reason	scann'd,
	And	lik'd	an	errour	of	the	better	hand	;
	Excus'd	th'	excess	of	passion	in	his	mind,
	By	flames	too	fierce,	perhaps	too	much	refin'd	;
	So	Cymon,	since	his	sire	indulg'd	his	will,
	Impetuous	lov*d,	and	would	be	Cymon	still
	Galesus	he	disown'd,	and	chose	to	bar	[fair.
	The	name	of	fool	confirm'd	and	bishop'd	by	the
	To	Cipseus	by	his	friends	his	suit	he	mov'd,
	Cipseus	tb,e	father	of	the	fair	he	Ipv'd	;
	But	he	was	pre-engag'd	by	former	ties,
	While	Cymon	was	endeavouring	to	be	wise	:
	And	Iphigene,	oblig'd	by	former	vows,
	Had	given	her	faith	to	wed	a	foreign	spouse	:
	Her	sire	and	she	to	Rhodian	Pasimond,
	Though	both	repenting,	were	by	promise	bound,	-
	Nor	could	retract	;	and	thus,	as	Fate	decreed,
	Though	better	lov'd,	he	spoke	too	late	to	speed.
	The	doom	was	past,	the	ship,	already	sent,
	Did	all	his	tardy	diligence	prevent	:
	Sigh'd	to	herself	the	fair	unhappy	maid,
	While	stormy	Cymon	thus	in	secret	said:
	"	The	time	is	come	for	Iphigene	to	find
	The	miracle	she	wrought	upon	my	mind:
	Her	charms	have	made	me	man,	her	ravish'd	love
	In	rank	shall	place	me	with	the	bless'd	above.
	For	mine	by	love,	by	force	she	shall	be	mine,
	Or	death,	if	force	should	fail,	shall	finish	my	design."
	Resolv'd	he	said;	and	rigg'd	with	speedy	care
	A	vessel	strong,	and	well	equipp'd	for	war.
	The	secret	ship	with	chosen	friends	he	stor'd	j
	And,	bent	to	die	or	conquer,	went	aboard.
	Ambush'd	he	lay	behind	the	Cyprian	shore,
	Waiting	the	sail	that	all	his	wishes	bore	;
	Nor	long	expected,	for	the	following	tide
	Sent	out	the	hostile	ship	and	beauteous	bride.
	To	Rhodes	the	rival	bark	directly	steer'd,
	When	Cymon	sudden	at	her	back	appear'd,
	And	stopp'd	her	flight:	then,	standing	on	his
	Tn	haughty	terms	he	thus	defy	'd	the	foe:	[prow,
	"	Or	strike	your	sails	at	summons,	or	prepare
	To	prove	the	last	extremities	of	w	r	ar."
	Thus	warn'd,	the	Rhodians	for	the	fight	provide;
	Already	were	the	vessels	side	by	side,	[bride.
	These	obstinate	to	save,	and	those	to	seize	the
	But	Cymon	soon	his	crooked	grapples	cast,
	Which	with	tenacious	hold	his	foes	embrac'd,
	And,	arm'd	with	sword	and	shield,	amid	the	press
	he	pass'd.
	Fierce	was	the	fight,	but,	hastening	to	his	prey,
	By	force	the	furious	lover	freed	his	way	:
	Himself	alone	dispers'd	the	Rhodian	crew,
	The	weak	disdain'd,	the	valiant	overthrew	;
	Cheap	conquest	for	his	following	friends	remain'dj
	He	reap'd	the	field,	and	they	but	only	glean'd.
	His	victory	confess'd,	the	foes	retreat,
	And	cast	the	weapons	at	the	victor's	feet.
	Whom	thus	he	chear'd	:	"	O	Rhodian	youth,	I
	For	love	alone,	nor	other	booty	sought	:	[fought
	Your	lives	are	safe	;	your	vessel	1	resign	;
	Yours	be	your	own,	restoring	what	is	mine	j
	In	Iphigene	I	claim	my	rightful	due,
	Robb'd	by	my	rival,	and	detain'd	by	you	;
	Your	Pasimond	a	lawless	bargain	drove,
	The	parent	could	not	sell	the	daughter's	love	;
	Or,	if	he	could,	my	Love	disdains	the	laws,
	And	like	a	king	by	conquest	gains	his	cause:
	Where	arms	take	place,	all	other	pleas	are	vain,
	Love	taught	me	force,	and	Force	shall	love	main
	tain,
	You,	what	by	strength	you	could	not	keep,	release,
	And	at	an	easy	ransom	buy	your	peace."	[cord,
	Fear	on	the	conquer'd	side	soon	sign'd	th'	ac-
	And	Iphigene	to	Cymon	was	restor'd	:
	While	to	his	arms	the	blushing	bride	he	took,
	To	seeming	sadness	she	compos'd	her	look;
	As	if	by	force	subjected	to	his	will,
	Though	pleas'd,	dissembling,	and	a	woman	stiU.
	And,	for	she	wept,	he	wip'd	her	falling	tears,
	And	piay'd	jher	tp	dismiss	her	empty	fears	;


CYMON	AND	IPHIGENIA.
	67
	41	For	yours	I	am,"	he	said,	"	and	have	deserv't
	Your	love	much	better	whom	so	long-	1	serv'd,
	Than	he	to	whom	your	formal	father	ty'd
	Your	vows,	and	sold	a	slave,	not	sent	a	bride."
	Thus	while	he	spoke,	he	seiz'd	the	willing	prey,
	As	Paris	bore	the	Spartan	spouse	away.
	Faintly	she	sci'eam'd,	and	ev'n	her	eyes	confess'c
	She	rather	would	be	thought,	than	was	distress'd,
	Who	now	exults	but	Cymon	in	his	mind	?
	Vain	hopes	and	empty	joys	of	human	kind,
	Proud	of	the	present,	to	the	future	blind	!
	Secure	of	Fate,	while	Cymon	plows	the	sea,
	And	steers	to	Candy	with	his	conquer'd	prey,
	Scarce	the	third	glass	of	measur'd	hours	was	run
	When,	like	a	fiery	meteor,	sunk	the	Sun	;
	The	promise	of	a	storm	;	the	shifting	gales
	Forsake	by	fits,	and	fill	the	flagging	sails	;
	Hoarse	murmurs	of	the	main	from	far	were	heard
	And	night	came	on,	not	by	degrees	prepar'd,
	But	all	at	once	;	at	once	the	winds	arise,
	The	thunders	roll,	the	forky	lightning	flies.
	In	vain	the	master	issues	out	commands,
	In	vain	the	trembling	sailors	ply	their	hands	:
	The	tempest	unforeseen	prevents	their	care,
	And	from	the	first	they	labour	in	despair.
	The	giddy	ship	betwixt	the	winds	and	tides,
	Forc'd	back,	and	forwards,	in	a	circle	rides,
	Stunn'd	with	the	different	blows;	then	shoots	arnain
	TilJ,	counterbuff'd,	she	stops,	and	sleeps	again.
	Not	more	aghast	the	proud	archangel	fell,
	Plung'd	from	the	height	of	Heaven	to	deepest
	Hell,
	Than	stood	the	lover	of	his	love	possess'd,
	Now	curs'd	the	more,	the	more	he	had	been	bless'd;
	More	anxious	for	her	danger	than	his	own,
	Death	he	defies	;	but	would	be	lost	alone.
	Sad	Iphigene	to	womanish	complaints
	Adds	pious	prayers,	and	wearies	all	the	saints	;
	Ev'n	if	she	could,	her	love	she	would	repent,
	But,	since	she	cannot,	dreads	the	punishment	:
	Her	forfeit	faith,	and	Pasimond	betray'd,
	Are	ever	present,	and	her	crime	upbraid.
	She	blames	herself,	nor	blames	her	lover	less,
	Augments	her	anger,	as	her	fears	increase:
	From	her	own	back	the	burthen	would	remove,
	And	lays	the	load	on	his	ungovern'd	love,
	Which,	interposing,	durst,	in	Heaven's	despite,
	Invade,	and	violate	another's	right:
	The	powers	incens'd	a	while	deferr'd	his	pain,
	And	made	him	master	of	his	vows	in	vain	:
	But	soon	they	punish'd	his	presumptuous	pride	j
	That	for	his	daring	enterprize	she	dy'd	;
	Who	rather	not	resisted,	than	comply'd.
	Then,	impotent	of	mind,	with	alter'd	sense,
	She	hugg'd	th'	offender,	and	forgave	th'	offence,
	Sex	to	the	last	:	mean	time	with	sails	declin'd
	The	wandering	vessel	drove	before	the	wind	:
	Toss'd	and	retoss'd,	aloft,	and	then	below,
	Nor	port	they	seek,	nor	certain	course	they	know,
	But	every	moment	wait	the	coming	blow.
	Thus	blindly	driven,	by	breaking	day	they	view'd
	The	land	before	them,	and	their	fears	renew'd	;
	The	land	was	welcome,	but	the	tempest	bore
	The	threaten'd	ship	against	a	rocky	shore.
	A	winding	bay	was	near	;	to	this	they	bent,
	And	just	escap'd	;	their	force	already	spent	:
	Secure	from	storms,	and	panting	from	the	sea,
	The	land	unknown	at	leisure	they	survey	;
	And	saw	(but	soon	their	sickly	sight	withdrew)
	The	rising	'towers	of	Rhodes	at	distant	view	j
	And	curs'd	the	hostile	shore	of	Pasimond,
	Sav'd	from	the	seas,	and	sliipvvreck'd	on	the	gr&und.
	The	frighted	sailors	try'd	their	strength	in	vain
	To	turn	the	stem,	and	t.-mpt	the	stormy	main	;
	But	the	stiff	wind	withstood	the	labouring	oar,
	And	forc'd	them	forward	on	the	fatal	shore	!
	The	crooked	keel	now	bites	the	Rhodian	strand,
	And	the	ship	moor'd	constrains	the	crew	to	land:
	Yet	still	they	might	be	safe,	because	unknown,
	But,	as	ill	fortune	seldom	comes	alone,
	The	vessel	they	dismiss'd	was	driven	before,
	Already	shelter'd	on	their	native	shore	;
	Known	each,	they	know	;	but	each	with	change
	of	chear	;
	The	vanquish'd	side	exults	;	the	victors	fear	;
	Not	them	but	theirs,	made	prisoners	ere	they	fight,
	Despairing	conquest,	and	depriv'd	of	flight.
	The	country	rings	around	with	loud	alarms,
	And	raw	in	fields	the	rude	miiitia	s\varms	;
	Mouths	without	hands	j	maintain'd	at	vast	ex
	pense,
	In	peace	a	charge,	in	war	a	weak	defence	:
	Stout	once	a	month	they	march,	a	blustering	band,
	And	ever,	but	in	times	of	need,	at	hand	;
	This	was	the	morn	when,	issuing	on	the	guard,
	Drawn	up	in	rank	and	file	they	stood	prepar'd
	Of	seeming	arms	to	make	a	short	essay,
	Then	hasten	to	be	drunk,	the	business	of	the	day.
	The	cowards	would	have	fled,	but	that	they	knew
	Themselves	so	many,	and	their	foes	so	few	:
	But,	crowding	on,	the	last	the	first	impel	:
	Till	overborn	with	weight	the	Cyprians	fell.
	Cymon	enslav'd,	who	first	the	war	begun,
	And	Iphigene	once	more	is	lost	and	won.
	Deep	in	a	dungeon	was	the	captive	cast,
	Depriv'd	of	day,	and	held	in	fetters	fast	:
	His	life	was	only	spar'd	at	their	request,
	Whom	taken	he	so	nobly	had	releas'd	;
	But	Iphigenia	was	the	ladies	care,
	Each	in	their	turn	address'd	to	treat	the	fair;
	While	Pasimond	and	his	the	nuptial	feast	pre
	pare.
	Her	secret	soul	to	Cymon	was	inclin'd,
	But	she	must	suffer	what	her	Fates	assign'd	;
	So	passive	is	the	church	of	woman-kind.
	What	worse	to	Cymon	could	his	fortune	deal,
	loll'd	to	the	lowest	spoke	of	all	her	wheel	?
	t	rested	to	dismiss	the	downward	weight,
	5r	raise	him	upward	to	his	former	height	;
	The	latter	pleas'd	;	and	Love	(concem'd	the	most)
	'repar'd	th'	amends,	for	what	by	love	he	lost.
	The	sire	of	Pasimond	had	left	a	son,
	Chough	younger,	yet	for	courage	early	known,
	)rmisda	call'd,	to	whom,	by	promise	ty'd,
	L	Rhodian	beauty	was	the	destined	bride	;
	Cassandra	was	her	name,	above	the	rest
	'enown'd	for	birth,	with	fortune	amply	bless'd.
	Lysimachus,	who	rul'd	the	Rhodian	state,
	Vas	then	by	choice	their	annual	magistrate	:
	He	lov'd	Cassandra	too	with	equal	fire,	\	v
	ut	Fortune	had	not	fi^vour'd	his	desire	;	^	'
	ross'd	by	her	friends,	by	her	not	disapprov'd,
	tfor	yet	preferr'd,	or	like	Ormisda	lov'd	:
	o	stood	th'	affair	:	some	little	hope	remain'd,
	That,	should	his	rival	chance	to	lose,	he	gain'd.
	Mean	time	youngPasimond	his	marria.^ppresa'd,
	)rdain'd	the	nuptial	day,	prepar'd	the	feast	;	,
	Ind	frugally	resolv'd	(the	charge	to	shun,
	Vhich	would	be	double	should	he	wed	alone)
	join	his	brother's	bridal	with	his	own.


DRYDEN'S	POEMS.
	Lysimaehus,	oppress'd	with	mortal	grief,
	Receiv'd	the	news,	and	study'd	quick	relief:
	.	The	fatal	day	approach'd	;	if	force	were	us'd,
	The	magistrate	his	public	trust	abus'd	;
	To	justice	liable,	as	law	requir'd	;
	For,	when	his	office	ceas'd,	his	power	expir'd:
	While	power	remain'd	the	means	were	in	his	hanc
	By	force	to	seize,	and	then	forsake	the	land:
	Betwixt	extremes	he	knew	not	how	to	move,
	A	slave	to	fame,	.but,	more	a	slave	to	love	:
	Restraining	others,	yet	himself	not	free,
	Made	impotent	by	power,	debas'd	by	dignity.
	Both	sides	he	weigh'd	:	but,	after	much	debate,
	The	man	prevail'd	above	the	magistrate.
	Love	never	fails	to	master	what	he	finds,
	But	works	a	different	way	in	different	minds,
	The	fool	enlightens,	and	the	wise	he	blinds.
	This	youth,	proposing	to	possess	and	'scape,
	Began	in	murder,	to	conclude	in	rape	:
	Unprais'd	by	me,	though	Heaven	sometimes	may
	An	impious	act	with	undeserv'd	success:	[bless
	The	great	it	seems	are	privileg'd	alone
	To	punish	all	injustice	but	their	own.
	But	here	I	stop,	not	daring	to	proceed,
	Yet	blush	to	flatter	an	unrighteous	deed	:
	For	crimes	are	but	permitted,	not	decreed.
	Resolv'd	on	force,	his	wit	the	pretor	bent,
	;	To	find	the	means	that	might	secure	th'	event	;
	Nor	long	he	labour'd,	for	his	lucky	thought
	In	captive	Cymon	found	the	friend	he	sought	;
	Th'	example	pleas'd	:	the	cause	and	crime	the	same;
	An	injur'd	lover,	and	a	ravish'd	dame.
	How	much	he	durst	he	knew	by	what	he	dar'd,
	The	less	he	had	to	lose,	the	less	he	car'd	[ward.
	To	manage	loathsome	life,	when	love	w	T	as	the	re-
	This	ponder'd	well,	and	fix'd	on	his	intent,
	In	depth	of	night	he	for	the	prisoner	sent	;
	In	secret	sent,	the	public	view	to	shun,
	Then	with	a	sober	smile	he	thus	begun.
	"	The	powers	above,	who	bounteously	bestow
	Their	gifts	and	graces	on	mankind	below,
	Yet	prove	our	merit	first,	nor	blindly	give
	To	such	as	are	not	worthy	to	receive.
	For	valour	and	for	virtue	they	provide
	Their	due	reward,	but	first	they	must	be	try'd	:
	These	fruitful	seeds	within	your	mind	they	sow'd-
	J	Twas	yours	t>	improve	the	talent	they	bestow'd	:
	They	gave	you	to	be	born	of	noble	kind,
	They	gave	you	love	to	lighten	up	your	mind,
	And	purge	the	grosser	parts	;	they	gave	you	care
	To	please,	and	courage	to	deserve	the	fair.
	"	Thus	far	they	try'd	you,	and	by	proof	they
	The	grain	intrusted	in	a	grateful	ground	:	[found
	But	still	the	great	experiment	remain'd,
	They	sufferM	you	to	lose	the	prize	you	gain'd,
	That	you	might	learn	the	gift	was	theirs	alone,
	And	when	restor'd,	to	them	the	blessing	own.
	Restor'd	it	soon	will	be	;	the	means	prepar'd,
	The	difficulty	smooth'd,	the	danger	shar'd:
	Be	but	yourself,	the	care	to	me	resign,
	Then	Iphigene	is	yours,	Cassandra	mine.
	Your	rival	Pasimond	pursues	your	life,
	.Impatient	to	revenge	his	ravish'd	wife,
	But	yet	not	his	;	to-morrow	is	behind,
	And	Love	our	fortunes	in	one	band	has	join'd	:
	Two	brotuers	are	our	foes,	Ormisda	mine,
	As	much	declar'd	as	fcasimond	is	thine	:
	To-morrow	must	their	common	vows	be	ty'd	:
	With	Love	to	friend,	and	Fortune	for	our	guide,
	Let	bQtJi'resolve	to	die,	or	each	redeem	a	bride.
	"	Right	I	have	none,	nor	hast	thou	much	to
	plead	;
	'Tis	force,	when	done,	must	justify	the	deed	:
	Our	task	perform'd,	we	next	prepare	for	flight	:
	And	let	the	losers	talk	in	vain	of	right:
	We	with	the	fair	will	sail	before	the	wind,
	If	they	are	griev'd,	I	leave	the	laws	behind.
	Speak	thy	resolves	:	if	now	thy	courage	droop,
	Despair	in	prison,	and	abandon	hope	:
	But	if	thou	dar'st	in	arms	thy	love	regain,
	(For	liberty	without	thy	love	were	vain)
	Then	second	my	design	to	seize	the	prey,	[way."
	Or	lead	to	second	rape,	for	well	thou	know'st	the
	Said	Cymon	overjoy'd,	"	Do	thou	propose
	The	means	to	fight,	and	only	show	the	foes	:
	For	from	the	first,	when	love	had	fir'd	my	mind,
	Resolv'd	I	left	the	care	of	life	behind."
	To	this	the	bold	Lysimachus	reply'd,
	"	Let	Heaven	be	neuter,	and	the	sword	decide	;
	The	spousals	are	prepar'd,	already	play
	The	minstrels,	and	provoke	the	tardy	day	:
	By	this	the	brides	are	wak'd,	their	grooms	are
	dress'd	;
	All	Rhodes	is	summon'd	to	the	nuptial	feast,
	All	but	myself,	the	sole	unbidden	guest.
	Unbidden	though	I	am,	I	will	be	there
	And,	join'd	by	thee,	intend	to	joy	the	fair.
	"Now	hear	the	rest;	when	Day	resigns	the	light,
	And	chearful	torches	gild	the	jolly	Night,
	Be	ready	at	my	call	;	my	chosen	few
	With	arms	administer'd	shall	aid	thy	crew.
	Then,	entering	unexpected,	will	we	seize
	Our	destin'd	prey,	from	men	dissolv'd	in	ease,
	By	wine	disabled,	unprepar'd	for	fight,
	And	hastening	to	the	seas,	suborn	our	flight	:
	The	seas	are	ours,	for	I	command	the	fort,
	A	ship	wdl-mann'd	expects	us	in	the	port	:
	If	they,	or	if	their	friends,	the	prize	contest,
	Death	shall	attend	the	man	who	dares	resist.	M
	It	pleas'd	!	the	prisoner	to	his	hold	retir'd,
	His	troop	with	equal	emulation	fir'd,
	All	fix'd	to	fight,	and	all	their	wonted	work	re.*
	quir'd.
	The	Sun	arose	;	the	streets	were	throng'd	around,
	The	palace	open'd,	and	the	posts	were	crown'd.
	The	double	bridegroom	at	the	door	attends
	Th'	expected	spouse,	and	entertains	the	friends	:
	They	meet,	they	lead	to	church,	the	priests	invoke
	The	powers,	and	feed	the	flames	with	fragrant
	smoke.
	This	done,	they	feast,	and	at	the	close	of	night
	3y	kindled	torches'vary	their	delight,
	These	lead	the	lively	dance,	and	those	the	brim.
	ming	bowls	invite.
	Now,	at	th'	appointed	place	and	hour	assign'd,
	ith	souls	resolv'd	the	ravishers	were	join'd	:
	Three	bands	are	form'd	j	the	first	is	sent	before
	To	favour	the	retreat,	and	guard	the	shore	j
	The	second	at	the	palace-gate	is	plac'd,
	And	up	the	lofty	stairs	ascend	the	last	:
	A	peaceful	troop	they	seem	with	shining	vests,
	But	coats	of	mail	beneath	secure	their	breasts.
	Dauntless	they	enter,	Cymon	at	their	head,
	And	find	the	feast	renew'd,	the	table	spread	:
	"weet	voices,	mix'd	with	instrumental	sounds,
	Ascend	the	vaulted	roof,	thevaulted	roof	rebounds,
	Vhen	like	tire	harpies	rushing	through	the	hall
	"'he	sudden	troop	appears,	the	tables	fall,
	Tieir	smoking	load	is	on	the	pavement	thrown	$
	Each	ravisher	prepares	to	seize	his	OWDJ


DRYDEN'S	POEMS,
	His	eye-balls	glare	with	fire,	suffus'd	with	blood	;
	His	neck	shoots	up	a	thickset	thorny	wood	;
	His	bristled	back	a	trench	impal'd	appears,
	And	stands	erected,	like	a	field	of	spears.
	Froth	fills	his	chaps,	he	sends	a	grunting	sound,
	And	part	he	chums,	and	part	befoams	the	ground.
	For	tusks	with	Indian	elephants	he	strove,
	And	Jove's	own	thunder	from	his	mouth	he	drove.
	He	burns	the	leaves;	the	scorching	blast	invades
	The	tender	corn,	and	shrivels	up	the	blades	:
	Or,	suffering	not	their	yellow	beards	to	rear,	[year.
	He	tramples	down	the	spikes,	and	intercepts	the
	In	vain	the	barns	expect	their	promised	load,
	Nor	barns	at	home,	nor	reeks	are	heap'd	abroad	:
	In	vain	the	hinds	the	threshing-floor	prepare,
	And	exercise	their	flails	in	empty	air.
	With	olives	ever	green	the	ground	is	strow'd,
	And	grapes	ungather'd	shed	their	generous	blood.
	Amid	the	fold	he	rages,	nor	the	sheep	[kc	ep.
	Their	shepherds,	nor	the	grooms	their	buils	can
	From	fields	to	walls	the	frighted	rabble	run,
	Nor	thnik	themselves	secure	within	the	town	:
	Till	Meleagrus,	and	his	choSen	crew,
	Contemn	the	danger,	and	the	praise	pursue.
	Fair	Leda's	twins,	(in	time	to	stars	decreed)
	One	fought	on	foot,	ooe	curb'd	the	fiery	steed;
	Then	issu'd	forth	fam'd	Jason	after	these,
	Who	mann'd	the	foremost	ship	that	sail'd	the	seas;
	Then	Theseus	join'd	with	bold	Pirithous	came	:
	A	single*	concord	in	a	double	name	:
	The	Thestian	sons,	Idas	who	swiftly	ran,
	And	Ceneus,	once	a	woman,	now	a	man.
	Lyneeus,	with	eagle's	eyes	and	lion's	heart;
	Leucippus,	with	his	never-erring	dart;
	Acastus,	Phileus,	Phaenix,	Telamon,
	Echion,	Lelex,	and	Eurytion,
	Achilles'	father,	and	great	Phoeus'	son	;
	Dryas	the	fierce,	and	Hippasus	the	strong	;
	With	twice	old	lolas,	and	Nester	then	but	young.
	Laertes	active,	and	Ancaeus	bold	;
	Mopsus	the	sage,	who	future	things	foretold	;
	And	t'	other	seer	yet	by	his	wife	unsold.
	A	thousand	others	of	immortal	fame	;
	Among	the	rest	fair	Atalanta	came,
	Grace	of	the	woods	;	a	diamond	buckle	bound
	Her	vest	behind,	that	else	had	flow'd	upon	the
	ground,
	And	show'd	her	buskin'd	legs	;	her	head	was	bare,
	But	for	her	native	ornament	of	hair	;
	Which	in	a	simple	knot	was	ty'd	above,
	Sweet	negligence,	unheeded	bait	of	love	!
	Her	sounding	quiver	on	her	shoulder	ty'd,
	One	hand	a	dart,	and	one	a	bow	supply'd.
	Such	was	her	face,	as	in	a	nymph	display'd
	A	fair	fierce	boy,	or	in	a	boy	betray'd
	The	blushing	beauties	of	a	modest	maid.
	The	Caledonian	chief	at	once	the	dame
	Beheld,	at	once	his	heart	receiv'd	the	flame,
	With	Heavens	averse.	"	O	happy	youth,"	he	cry'd;
	"	For	whom	thy	Fates	reserve	so	fair	a	bride	!"
	He	sigh'd,	and	had	no	leisure	more	to	say	:
	His	honour	call'd	his	eyes	another	way,
	And	forc'd	him	to	pursue	the	now	neglected	prey.
	There	stood	a	forest	on	the	mountain's	brow,
	Which	over-look'd	the	shaded	plains	below,
	No	sounding	ax	presum'd	those	trees	to	bite	;
	Coeval	with	the	world,	a	venerable	sight.
	The	heroes	there	arriv'd,	some	spread	around
	The	toils,	some	search	the	footsteps	on	the	ground,
	Some	from	the	chains	the	faithful	dogs	unbound.
	Of	action	eager,	and	intent	on	thought,
	The	chiefs	their	honourable	danger	sought	:
	A	valley	stood	below;	the	common	drain
	Of	waters	from	above,	and	falling	rain	:
	The	bottom	was	a	moist	and	marshy	ground,
	Whose	edges	were	with	bending	osiers	crown'd	;
	The	knotty	bulrush	"next	in	order	stood,
	And	all	within	of	reeds	a	trembling	wood,	[amain,
	From	hence	the	boar	was	rous'd,	and	sprung
	Like	lightning	sudden	on	the	warrior-train;
	Beats	down	the	trees	before	him,	shakes	the	ground,
	The	forest	echoes	to	the	crackling	sound	:
	Shout	the	fierce	youth,	and	clamours	ring	around.
	All	stood	with	their	protended	spears	prepar'd,
	With	broad	steel	heads	the	brandish'd	weapons
	The	beast	impetuous	with	his	tusks	aside	[glar'd.
	Deals	glancing	wounds	;	the	fearful	dogs	divide	:
	All	spend	their	rnouth	aloft,	but	none	abide.
	Echion	threw	the	first,	but	miss'd	his	mark,
	And	stuck	-Ms	boar	spear	on	a	maple's	bark,
	Then	Jason	;	and	his	javelin	seem'd	to	take,	[back.
	But	fail'd	with	over-force,	and	whizz'd	above	his
	Mopsus	was	next	;	but	ere	he	threw,	address'd
	To	Phoebus	thus	:	"	O	patron,	help	thy	priest.
	If	I	adore,	and	ever	have	ador'd
	Thy	power	divine,	thy	present	aid	afford	;
	That	I	may	reach	the	beast."	The	god	allow'd
	His	prayer,	and,	smiling,	gave	him	what	he	could:
	He	reach'd	the	savage,	but	no	blood	he	drew,
	Dian	unarm'd	the	javelin	as	it	flew.
	This	chaf'd	the	boar,	his	nostrils	flames	expire,
	And	his	red	eye-balls	roll	with	living	fire.
	Whirl'd	from	a	sling,	or	from	an	engine	thrown,
	Amidst	the	foes,	so	flies	a	mighty	stone,
	As	flew	the	beast	;	the	left	wing	put	to	flight,
	The	chiefs	o'erborn,	he	rushes	on	the	right.
	Empalamos	and	Pelagon	he	laid
	In	dust,	and	next	to	death,	but	for	their	fellows
	aid.
	Onesimus	far'd	worse,	prepar'd	to	fly;
	The	fatal	fang	drove	deep	within	his	thigh,
	And	cut	the	nerves	;	the	nerves	no	more	sustain
	The	bulk	;	the	bulk,	unpropp'd,	falls	headlong	on
	the	plain.
	Nestor	had	fail'd	the	fall	of	Troy	to	see,
	But,	leaning	on	his	lance,	he	vaulted	on	a	tree	;
	Then,	gathering	up	his	feet,	look'd	down	with	fear,
	And	thought	his	monstrous	foe	was	still	too	near.
	Against	a	stump	his	tusk	the	monster	grinds,
	And	in	the	sharpen'd	edge	new	vigour	finds	;
	Then,	trusting	to	his	arms,	young	Orthys	found,
	And	ranch'd	his	hips	with	one	continu'd	wound.
	Now	Lrda's	twins,	the	future	stars,	appear	:
	White	were	their	habits,	white	their	horses	were	;
	Conspicuous	both,	and	both	in	act	to	throw,
	Their	trembling	lances	brandish'd	at	the	foe	:
	Nor	had	they	miss'd	;	but	he	to	thickets	fled,
	Conccal'd	from	aiming	spears,	not	pervious	to
	the	steed.
	But	Telamon	rush'd	in,	and	hap'd	to	meet
	A	rising	root,	that	held	his	fasten'd	feet	;
	So	down	he	fell,	whom,	sprawling	on	the	ground,
	His	brother	from	the	wooden	gyves	unbound.
	?/lean	time	the	virgin-huntress	was	not	slow
	T'	expel	the	shaft	from	her	contracted	bow	:
	Beneath	his	ear	the	fasten'd	arrow	stood,
	And	from	the	wound	appear'd	the	trickling	blood.
	She	blush'd	for	joy	:	but	Meleagrus	rais'd
	His	voice	with	loud	applause,	and	the	fair	archer
	prais'd.


TRANSLATIONS	FROM	OVID'S	METAMORPHOSES.
	He	was	the	first	toee^nd	first	to	show
	His	friends	the	marks	of	the	successful	blow.
	*'	Nor	shall	thy	valour	want	the	praises	due,"
	He	said	;	a	virtuous	envy	seiz'd	the	crew.
	They	shout;	the	shouting	animates	their	hearts,
	And	all	at	once	employ	their	thronging	darts	;
	But,	out	of	order	thrown,	in	air	they	join	;
	And	multitude	makes	frustrate	the	design.
	With	both	his	hands	the	proud	Anczeus	takes,
	And	flourishes	his	double-biting	ax	:
	Then,	forward	to	his	fate,	he	took	a	stride,
	Before	the	rest,	and	to	his	fellows	cry'd,
	"	Give	place,	and	mark	the	difference,	if	you	can,
	Between	a	woman-	\\	arrior	and	a	man	;
	The	boar	is	doom'd	;	nor,	though	Diana	lend
	Her	aid,	Diana	can	her	beast	defend."
	Thus	boasted	he	;	then	stretch'd,	on	tiptoe	stood,
	Secure	to	make	his	empty	promise	good.
	But	the	more	wary	beast	prevents	the	blow,
	And	upwards	rips	the	groin	of	his	audacious	foe.
	Ancaeus	falls	;	his	bowels	from	the	wound
	Rush	out,	and	clotted	blood	distains	the	ground.
	Pirithous,	no	small	portion	of	the	war,
	Press'd	on,	and	shook	his	lance	:	to	whom	from	far,
	Thus	Theseus	cry'd	:	"	O	stay,	my	better	part,
	My	more	than	mistress	;	of	my	heart,	the	heart.
	The	strong	may	fight	aloof:	Ancaeus	try'd
	His	force	too	near,	and	by	presuming	dy'd	:"
	He	said,	and	while	he	spake,	his	javelin	threw	;
	Hissing	in	air	th'	unerring	weapon	flew	;
	But	on	an	arm	of	oak,	that	stood	betwixt
	The	marks-man	and	the	mark,	his	lance	he	fixt.
	Once	more	bold	Jason	threw,	but	fail'd	to	wound
	The	boar,	and	slew	an	undeserving	hound;
	And	through	the	dog	the	dart	was	nail'd	to	ground.
	Two	spears	from	Meleager's	hand	were	sent,
	With	equal	force,	but	various	in	th'	event	:
	The	first	was	fix'd	in	earth,	the	second	stood
	On	the	boar's	bristled	back,	and	deeply	drank	his
	Now	while	the	tortur'd	savage	turns	around,	[blood.
	And	flings	about	his	foam	impatient	of	the	wound,
	The	wound's	great	author	close	at	hand	provokes
	His	rage,	and	plies	him	with	redoubled	strokes	;
	Wheels	as	he	wheels	;	and	with	his	pointed	dart
	Explores	the	nearest	passage	to	his	heart.
	Suick	and	more	quick	he	spins	in	giddy	gyres,
	Then	falls,	and	in	much	foam	his	soul	expires.
	This	act	with	shouts	Heaven-high	the	friendly	band
	Applaud,	and	strain	in	theirs	the	victor's	hand.
	Then	all	approach	the	slain	with	vast	surprise,
	Admire	on	what	a	breadth	of	earth	he	lies	;
	And,	scarce	secure,	reach	out	their	spearsafar,	[war.
	And	biood	their	points,	to	prove	their	partnership	of
	But.he,	the	conquering	chief,	his	foot	impress'd
	On	the	strong	neck	of	that	destructive	beast	j
	And,	gazing	on	the	nymph	with	ardent	eyes,
	"	Accept,"	said	he,	"	fair	Nonacrine,	my	prize,
	And,	though	inferior,	suffer	me	to	join
	My	labours,	and	my	part	of	praise,	with	thine	:"
	At	this	presents	her	with	the	tusky	head
	And	chine,	with	rising	bristles	roughly	spread.
	Glad,	she	receiv'd	the	gift	;	and	seem'd	to	take
	With	double	pleasure,	for	the	giver's	sake.
	The	rest	were	seiz'd	with	sullen	discontent,
	And	a	deaf	murmur	through	the	squadron	went	:
	All	envy'd	;	but	the	Thestyan	brethren	show'd
	The	least	respect,	and	thus	they	vent	their	spleen
	aloud	:
	"	Lay	down	those	honour'd	spoils,	northinkto	share,
	Weak	woman	as	thoivart,	the	prize	of	war	:
	Ours	is	the	title,	thine	a	foreign	claim,
	Since	Meleagrus	from	our	lineage	came.
	Trust	not	thy	beauty;	but	restore	the"	prize/
	Which	he,	besotted	on	that	face	and	eyes,
	Would	rend	from	us."	At	this,	inflamed	with	spite,
	From	her	they	snatch'd	the	gift,	from	him	the
	giver's	right.
	But	soon	th'	impatient	prince	his	fauchion	drew,
	And	cry'd,	"	Ye	robbers	of	another's	due,
	Now	learn	the	difference,	at	your	proper	cost,
	Betwixt	true	valour,	and	an	empty	boast."
	At	this	advanc'd,	and,	sudden	as	the	word,
	In	proud	Plexippus'	bosom	plung'd	the	sword	:
	Toxeus	amaz'd,	and	with	amazement	slow,
	Or	to	revenge,	or	ward	the	coming	blow,
	Stood	doubting	;	and,	while	doubting	thus	he	stood,
	Receiv'd	the	steel	bath'd	in	his	brother's	blood.
	Pleas'd	with	the	first,	unknown	the	second	news,
	Althaea	to	the	temples	pays	their	dues
	For	her	son's	conquest	;	when	at	length	appear
	Her	grisly	brethren	stretch'd	upon	the	bier	:
	Pale,	at	the	sudden	sight,	she	chang'd	her	cheer,
	And	with	her	cheer	her	robes	;	but	hearing	tell
	The	cause,	the	manner,	and	by	whom	they	fell,
	'Twas	grit	f	no	more,	or	grief	and	rage	were	one
	Within	her	soul	;	at	last	'twas	rage	alone	;
	Which,	burning	upwards,	in	succession	dries
	The	tears	that	stood	considering	in	her	eyes.
	There	lay	a	log	unlighted	on	the	earth,
	When	she	was	labouring	in	the	throes	of	birtb	:
	Forth'	unborn	chief	the	fatal	sisters	came,
	And	rais'd	it	up,	and	toss'd	it	on	the	flame	:
	Then	on	the	rock	a	scanty	measure	place
	Of	vita*	flax,	and	turn'd	the	wheel	apace	;
	And	turning	sung,	"	To	this	red	brand	and	thee	x
	O	new-tborn	babe,	we	give	an	equal	destiny	:	n
	So	vanish'd	out	of	view.	The	frighted	dame	'
	Sprung	hasty	from	her	bed,	and	quench'd	the	flame:
	The	log	in	secret	lock'd,	she	wept	with	care,
	And	that,	while	thus	preserved,	preserv'd	her	heir.
	This	brand	she	now	proJuc'd;	and	first	she	strows
	The	hearth	with	heaps	of	chips,	and	after	blows	;
	Thrice	heav'd	her	hand,	and,	heav'd,	she	thrice
	The	sister	and	the	mother	long	contest,	[represt	:
	Two	doubtful	titles	in	one	tender	breast.
	And	now	her	eyes	and	cheeks	with	fury	glow,
	Now	pale	her	cheeks,	her	eyes	with	pity	flow	;
	Now	lowering	looks	presage	approaching	storms,
	And	now	prevailing	love	her	face	reforms	:
	Resolv'd,	she	doubts	again	;	the	tears,	she	dry'd
	With	blushing	rage,	are	by	new	tears	supply'd	:
	And	as	a	ship,	which	winds	and	waves	assail,
	Now	with	the	current	drives,	now	with	the	gale,
	Both	opposite,	and	neither	Jong	prevail,
	She	feels	a	double	force,	by	turns	obeys
	Th'	imperious	tempest,	and	th'	impetuous	seas	:
	So	fares	Althaea's	mind	:	first	she	relents
	With	pity,	of	that	pity	then	repents	:
	Sister	and	mother	long	the	scales	divide,
	But	the	beam	nodded	on	the	sister's	side.
	Sometimes	she	softly	sigh'd,	then	roar'd	aloud	;
	But	sighs	were	stifled	in	the	cries	of	blood.
	The	pious	impious	wretch	at	length	decreed,
	To	please	her	brothers'	ghosfs,	her	son	should	bleed;
	And	when	the	funeral	flames	began	to	rise,
	"	Receive,"	she	said,	"a	sister's	sacrifice:
	A	mother's	bowels	burn	:"	high	in	her	hand,
	Thus	while	she	spoke,	she	held	the	fatal	brand	;
	Then	thrice	before	the	kindled	pile	she	bow'd,
	And	the	three	Furies	thrice	invok'd	aloud	:


TRANSLATIONS	FROM	OVID'S	METAMORPHOSES.
	The	powers	of	Heaven	;	except	Ixion's	son,
	Who	laugh'd	at	all	the	gods,	believ'd	in	none	;
	He	shook	his	impious	head,	and	thus	replies,
	"	These	legends	are	no	more	than	pious	lies:
	You	attribute	too	much	to	heavenly	sway,
	To	think	they	give	us	forms,	and	take	away."
	The	rest,	of	better	minds,	their	sense	declar'd
	Against	this	doctrine,	and	with	horrour	heard.
	Then	Lelex	rose,	an	old	experienc'd	man,
	And	thus	with	sober	gravity	began:
	"	Heaven's	power	is	infinite	:	earth,	air,	and	sea,
	The	manufacture	mass,	the	making	power	obey	:
	By	proof	to	clear	your	doubt;	in	Phrygian	ground
	Two	neighbouring	trees,	with	walls	encompass	d
	round,
	Stand	on	a	moderate	rise,	with	wonder	shown,
	One	a	hard	oak,	a	softer	linden	one	:
	I	saw	the	place	and	them,	by	Pittheus	sent
	To	Phrygian	realms,	my	grandsire's	government.
	Not	far	from	thence	is	seen	a	lake,	the	haunt
	Of	coots,	and	of	the	fishing	cormorant:
	Here	Jove	with	Hermes	came	;	but	in	disguise
	Of	mortal	men	conceal'd	their	deities:
	One	laid	aside	his	thunder,	one	his	rod	;
	And	many	toilsome	steps	together	trod	;
	For	harbour	at	a	thousand	doors	they	knock'd,
	Not	one	of	all	the	thousand	but	was	lock'd.
	At	last	an	hospitable	house	they	found,
	A	homely	shed;	the	roof,	not	far	from	ground,
	Was	thatch'd	with	reeds	and	straw	together	bound.
	There	Baucis	and	Philemon	liv'd,	and	there
	Had	liv'd	long	married,	and	a	happy	pair	:
	Now	old	in	love	;	though	little	was	their	store,
	Inur'd	to	want,	their	poverty	they	bore,
	Nor	aim'd	at	wealth,	professing	to	be	poor.
	For	master	or	for	servant	here	to	call,
	Was	all	alike,	where	only	two	we	e	all.
	Command	was	none,	wherfe	equal	love	was	paid,
	Or	rather	both	commanded,	both	obey'd.
	"	From	lofty	roofs	the	gods	repuls'd	before,
	Now	stooping,	enter'd	through	the	little	door	;
	The	man	(their	hearty	welcome	first	express'd)
	A	common	settle	drew	for	either	guest,
	Inviting	each	his	weary	limbs	to	rest.
	But	ere	they	sat,	officious	Baucis	lays
	Two	cushions	stuff'd	with	straw,	the	seat	to	raise;
	Coarse,	but	the	best	she	had	;	then	takes	the	load
	Of	ashes	from	the	hearth,	and	spreads	abroad
	The	living	coals,	and	lest	they	should	expire,
	With	leaves	and	barks	she	feeds	her	infant-fire	:
	It	smokes,	and	then	with	trembling	breath	sh
	blows,
	Till	in	a	cheerful	blaze	the	flames	arose.
	With	brush-wood	and	with	chips	she	strengthens
	these,
	And	adds	at	last	the	boughs	of	rotten	trees.
	The	fire	thus	form'd,	she	sets	the	kettle	on,
	(Like	burnish'd	gold	the	little	seether	shone)
	Next	took	the	coleworts	which	her	husband	got
	From	his	own	ground	(a	small	well-water'd	spot;
	She	stripp'd	the	stalks	of	all	their	leaves;	the	bes
	She	cull'd,	and	then	with	handy	care	she	dress'd.
	High	o'er	the	hearth	a	chine	of	bacon	hung	;
	Good	old	Philemon	seiz'd	it	with	a	prong,
	And	from	the	sooty	rafter	drew	it	down,
	Then	cut	a	slice,	but	scarce	enough	for	one	:
	Yet	a	large	portion	of	a	little	store,
	Which	for	their	sakes	alone	he	wish'd	were	more
	This	in	the	pot	he	plunsfd	without	delay,
	To	tame	the	flesh,	and	drain	the	salt	away.
	'he	time	between,	before	the	fire	they	sat,
	d	shorten'd	the	delay	by	pleasing	chat.
	"	A	beam	there	was,	on	which	a	beechen	pail
	Hung	by	the	handle,	on	a	driven	nail	:
	his	fill'd	with	water,	gently	warm'd,	they	set
	Jefore	their	guests;	in	this	they	bath'd	their	feet,
	And	after	with	clean	towels	dry'd	their	sweat	:
	!"his	done,	the	host	produc'd	the	genial	bed,
	(allow	the	foot,	the	borders,	and	the	sted,
	Vhich	with	no	costly	coverlet	they	spread,
	Jut	coarse	old	garments;	yet	such	robes	as	these
	They	laid	alone,	at	feast,	on	holydays.
	The	good	old	housewife,	tucking	up	her	gown,
	The	tables	set	;	th	1	invited	gods	lie	down.
	The	trivet-table	of	a	foot	was	lame,
	blot	which	prudent	Baucis	overcame,
	Who	thrust,	beneath	the	limping	leg,	a	sherd,
	So	was	the	mended	board	exactly	rear'd	:
	Then	rubb'd	it	o'er	with	newly-gather'd	mint,
	A	wholesome	herb	that	breath'd	a	grateful	scent.
	Pallas	began	the	feast,	where	first	was	seen
	The	party-colour'd	olive,	black	and	green	:
	Autumnal	cornels	next	in	order	serv'd,
	In	lees	of	wine	well	pickled	and	preserved	:
	A	garden-salad	was	the	third	supply,
	Of	endive,	radishes,	and	succory	:
	Then	curds	and	cream,	the	flower	of	country	fare,
	And	new-laid	eggs,	which	Baucis'	busy	care
	Turn'd	by	a	gentle	fire,	and	roasted	rare.
	All	these	in	earthen-ware	were	serv'd	to	board	j
	And	next	in	place	an	earthen	pitcher	stor'd
	With	liquor	of	the	best	the	cottage	could	afford.
	This	was	the	table's	ornament	and	pride,
	With	figures	wrought	:	like	pages	at	his	side
	Stood	beechen	bowls	;	and	these	were	shining	clean,
	Varnish'd	with	wax	without,	and	lin'd	within.
	By	this	the	boiling	kettle	had	prepared,
	And	to	the	table	sent	the	smoking	lard	;
	On	which	with	eager	appetite	they	dine,
	A	savory	bit,	that	serv'd	to	relish	wine	:
	The	wine	itself	was	suiting	to	the	rest,
	Still	working	in	the	must,	and	lately	press'd.
	The	second	course	succeeds	like	that	before,
	Plums,	apples,	nuts,	and,	of	their	wintry	store,
	Dry	Iks	and	grapes,	and	wrinkled	dates,	were	set
	In	canisters,	t'	enlarge	the	little	treat:
	All	these	a	milk-white	honey-comb	surround,
	Which	in	the	midst	the	country-banquet	crown'd.
	But	the	kind	hosts	their	entertainment	grace
	With	hearty	welcome,	and	an	open	face	:
	In	all	they	did,	you	might	discern	with	ease
	A	willing	mind,	and	a	desire	to	please.
	"	Mean	time	the	beechen	bowls	went	round,	and
	still,
	Though	often	emptied,	were	observ'd	to	fill,
	Fill'd	without	hands,	and	of	their	own	accord
	Ran	without	feet,	and	danc'd	about	the	board.
	Devotion	seiz'd	the	pair,	to	see	the	feast
	With	wine,	and	of	no	common	grape,	increas'd;
	And	up	they	held	their	hands,	and	fell	to	pray'r,
	Excusing,	as	they	could,	their	country	fare.
	One	goose	they	had	('twas	all	they	could	allow)
	A	wakeful	centry,	and	on	duty	now,
	Whom	to	the	gods	for	sacrifice	th^y	vow	:
	Her,	with	malicious	zeal,	the	couple	view'd	;
	She	ran	for	life,	and	limping	they	pursu'd	:
	Full	well	the	fowl	perceiv'd	their	bad	intent,
	And	would	not	make	her	master's	compliment	;
	But	persecuted,	to	the	powers	she	flies,
	And	close	between	the	legs	of	Jove	she	lies*


04,
	DRYDEN'S	POEMS.
	Iphis,the	man,	has	to	the	Goddess	paid
	The	vows,	that	Iphis	offered	when	a	maid.	1	'
	Now	when	the	star	of	day	had	shown	his	face,
	Venus	and	Juno	with	their	presence	grace
	The	nuptial	rites,	and	Hymen	from	above
	Descended	to	complete	their	happy	love	;
	The	gods	of	marriage	lend	their	mutual	aid	;
	And	"the	warm	youth	enjoys	the	lovely	maid.
	PYGMALION	AND	THE	STATUE.
	FROM	THE	TENTH	BOOK	OF
	OVID'S	METAMORPHOSES.
	The	Propoetides,	for	their	impudent	behaviour,
	being	turned	into	stone	by	Venus,	Pygmalion,
	prince	of	Cyprus,	detested	all	women	for	their
	sake,	and	resolved	never	to	marry.	He	falls	in
	love	with	a	statue	of	his	own	making,	which	is
	changed	into	a	maid,	whom	he	marries.	One
	of	his	descendants	is	Cinyras,	the	father	of
	Myi-rha:	the	daughter	incestuously	loves	her
	own	father	;	for	which	she	is	changed	into	a	tree
	which	bears	her	name.	These	two	stories	im
	mediately	follow	each	other,	and	are	admirably
	well	connected.
	PYGMALION,	loathing	their	lascivious	life,
	Abhorr'd	all	womankind,	but	most	a	wife	:
	So	single	chose	to	live,	and	shunn'd	to	wed,
	Well	pleas'd	to	want	a	consort	of	his	bed	:
	Yet,	fearing	Idleness,	the	nurse	of	ill,
	In	sculpture	exercis'd	his	happy	skill	;
	And	carv'd	in	ivory	such	a	maid,	so	fair,
	As	Nature	could	not	with	his	art	compare,
	Were	she	to	work	;	but,	in	her	own	defence,
	Must	take	her	pattern	here,	and	copy	hence.
	Pleas'd	with	his	idol,	he	commends,	admires,
	Adores	;	and	last,	the	thing	ador'd	desires.
	A	very	virgin	in	her	face	was	seen,
	And,	had	she	mov'd,	a	living	maid	had	been	;
	One	would	have	thought	she	could	have	stirr'd	;
	but	strove
	With	modesty,	and	was	asham'd	to	move.
	Art,	hid	with	art,	so	well	perform'd	the	cheat,
	It	caught	the	carver	with	his	own	deceit	;
	He	knows	'tis	madness,	yet	he	must	adore,
	And	still	the	more	he	knows	it,	loves	the	more	:
	The	flesh,	or	what	so	seems,	he	touches	oft,
	Which	feels	sO	smooth,	that	he	believes	it	soft.
	Fir'd	with	this	thought,	at	once	he	strain'd	the
	And	on	the	lips	a	burning	kiss	impressed,	[breast,
	5	Tis	true,	the	harden'd	breast	resists	the	gripe,
	And	the	cold	lips	return	a	kiss	unripe	:
	But	when,	retiring	back,	he	look'd	again,
	To	think	it	ivory	was	a	thought	too	mean	;
	So	would	believe	shekiss'd,	and,	courting	more,
	Again	embrac'd	her	naked	body	o'er;
	And,	straining	hard	the	statue,	was	afraid
	His	hands	had	made	a	dint,	and	hurt	the	maid	:
	Explor'd	her,	limb	by	limb,	and	fear'd	to	find
	So	rude	a	gripe	had	left	a	livid	mark	behind	:
	With	flattery	now	he	seeks	her	mind	to	move,
	And	now	with	gifts,	the	powerful	bribes	of	love	:
	He	furnishes	her	closet	first	;	and	fills
	The	crowded	shelves	with	rarities	of	shells	;	[drew,
	Adds	orient	pearls,	which	from	the	conchs	he
	And	all	the	sparkling	stones	of	various	hue	:
	And	parrots,	imitating	human	tongue,
	And	singing	birds	ra	silver	cages	hung;
	And	every	fragrant	flower,	and	odorous	green,
	Were	sorted	well,	with	lumps	of	amber	laid	be-
	Rich,	fashionable	robes	her	person	deck,	[tween	:
	Pendants	her	ears,	and	pearls	adorn	her	neck	:
	Her	taper'd	fingers	too	with	rings	aregrac'd,
	And	an	embroider'd	zone	surrounds	her	slender
	waist.
	Thus	like	a	queen	array'd,	so	richly	dress'd,
	Beauteous	she	show'd,	but	naked	show'd	the	best.
	Then	from	the	floor	he	rais'd	a	royal	bed,
	With	coverings	of	Sidoniaii	purple	spread	:
	The	solemn	rites	perform'd,	he	calls	her	bride,
	With	blandishments	invites	her	to	his	side,
	And	as	she	were	with	vital	sense	possess'd,
	Her	head	did	on	a	plumy	pillow	rest.
	The	feast	of	Venus	came,	a	solemn	day,
	To	which	the	Cypriots	due	devotion	pay	;
	With	gilded	horns	the	milk-white	heifers	led,
	Slaughter'd	before	the	sacred	altars,	bled	:
	Pygmalion	offering,	first	approach'd	the	shrine,
	And	then	with	prayers	implor'd	the	powers	divine	:
	Almighty	gods,	if	all	we	mortals	want,
	If	all	we	can	require,	be	yours	to	grant;
	Make	this	fair	statue	mine,"	he	would	have	said,
	But	chang'd	his	words	for	shame,	and	only	piay'd,
	"	Give	me	the	likeness	of	my	ivory	maid."
	The	golden	goddess,	present	at	the	prayer,
	Well	knew	he	meant	th'	inanimatcd	fair,
	And	gave	the	sign	of	granting	his	desire	;
	For	thrice	in	cheerful	flames	ascends	the	fire.
	The	youth,	returning	to	his	mistress,	hies,
	And	impudent	in	hope,	with	ardent	eyes,
	And	beating	breast,	by	the	dear	statue	lies.
	He	kisses	her	white	lips,	renews	the	bliss,
	And	looks	and	thinks	they	redden	at	the	kiss	:
	He	thought	them	warm'd	before	;	nor	longer	stays^
	But	next	his	hand	on	her	hard	bosom	lays	:
	Hard	as	it	was,	beginning	to	relent,
	It	seem'd	the	breast	beneath	his	fingers	bent	;
	He	felt	again,	his	fingers	made	a	print,	[dint.
	'Twas	flesh,	but	flesh	so	firm,	it	rose	against	the
	The	pleasing	task	he	fails	not	to	renew	;
	Soft,	and	more	soft	at	every	touch	it	grew	:
	Like	pliant	wax,	when	chafing	hands	reduce
	The	former	mass	to	form,	and	frame	to	use.
	He	would	believe,	but	yet	is	still	in	pain,
	And	tries	his	argument	of	sense	again,
	Presses	the	pulse,	and	feels	the	leaping	vein	:
	Convinc'd,o'erjoy'd,his	studied	thanks	and	praise
	To	her	who	made	the	miracle,	he	pays	:
	Then	lips	to	lips	he	join'd	;	now	freed	from	fear,
	He	found	the	favour	of	the	kiss	sincere	:
	At	this	the	waken'd	imaee	op'd	her	eyes,	[prise.
	And	view'd	at	once	the	light	and	lover,	with	sur-
	'.	The	-goddess,	present	at	the	match	she	made,
	So	bless'd	the	bed,	such	fruitfulness	convey'd,
	That	ere	ten	moons	had	sharpened	either	horn,
	To	crown	their	bliss,	a	lovely	boy	was	born	;
	Paphos	his	name,	who,	grown	to	manhood,	wall	d
	The	city	Paphos,	from	the	founder	call'd.
	CINYRAS	AND	MYRRHA.
	OUT	OF	THE	TENTH	BOOK	O
	OVID'S	METAMORPHOSES.
	There	needs	no	connection	of	this	story	with	th
	!	former	:	for	the	beginning	of	this	immediately


TRANSLATIONS	FROM	OVID'S	METAMORPHOSES.
	103
	Suspicion,	with	sedition	join'd,	are	near;
	And	rumours	rais'd,	aad	murmurs	mix'd,	and	pa
	nic	fear.
	Fame	sits	aloft	;	and	sees	the	subject	ground,
	And	seas	about,	and	skies	above;	inquiring	all
	around.
	The	goddess	gives	th'	alarm;	and	soon	is	known
	The	Grecian	fleet,	descending	on	the	town.
	Fix'd	on	defence,	the	Trojans	are	not	slow
	To	guard	their	shore	from	an	expected	foe.
	They	meet	in	fight	:	by	Hector's	fatal	hand
	Protesilaus	falls,	and	bites	the	strand,
	Which	with	expense	of	blood	the	Grecians	won	:
	And	prpv'd	the	strength	unknown	of	Priam's	son.
	And	to	their	cost	the	Trojan	leaders	felt
	The	Grecian	heroes,	and	what	deaths	they	dealt.
	From	these	first	onsets,	the	Sigsean	shore
	Was	strew'd	with	carcases,	and	stain'd	with	gore:
	Neptunian	Cygnus	troops	of	Greeks	had	slain	;
	Achilles	in	his	car	had	scour'd	the	plain,
	And	clear'd	the	Trojan	ranks	:	where'er	he	fought,
	Cygnus,	or	Hector,	through	the	fields	he	sought:
	Cygnus	he	found	;	on	him	his	force	essay'd	:
	For	Hector	was	to	the	tenth	year	delay'd.	[yoke,
	His	white-man'd	steeds,	that	bow'd	beneath	the
	He	cheer'd	to	courage,	with	a	gentle	stroke	;
	Then	urg'd	his	fiery	chariot	on	the	foe	:
	And,	rising,	shook	his	lance,	in	act	to	throw.
	But	first	he	ery'd,	"	O	youth,	be	proud	to	bear
	Thy	death,	enoWed	by	Pelides'	spear."
	The	lance	pursued	the	voice	without	delay;
	Nor	did	the	whizzing	weapon	miss	the	way,
	But	pierc'd	his	cuirass,	with	such	fury	sent,
	And	sign'd	his	bosom	with	a	purple	dint.
	At	this	the	seed	of	Neptune	*	Goddess-born,
	For	ornament,	not	use,	these	arms	are	worn;
	This	helm,	and	heavy	buckler,	I	can	spare,
	As	only	decorations	of	the	\var	:
	So	Mars	is	arm'd	for	glory,	not	for	need.
	J	Tis	somewhat	more	from	Neptune	to	proceed,
	Than	from	a	daughter	of	the	sea	to	spring	:
	Thy	sire	is	mortal	;	mine	is	ocean's	king.
	Secure	of	death,	1	should	contemn	thy	dart,
	Though	naked,	and	impassable	depart	:"
	He	said,	and	threw	:	the	trembling	weapon	pass'd
	Through	nine	bull	-hides,	each	under	other	plac'd,
	On	his	broad	shield,	and	stuck	within	the	last.
	Achilles	wrench'd	it	out	;	and	sent	again
	The	hostile	gift	:	the	hostile	gift	was	vain.
	He	try'd	a	third,	a	toush	well-chosen	spear	;
	Th'	inviolable	body	stood	sincere,
	Though	Cygnus	then	did	no	defence	provide,
	But,	scornful,	offer'd	his	unshielded	side.
	Not	otherwise	th'	impatient	hero	far'd,
	Than	as	a	bull,	encompass'd	with	a	guard,
	Amid	the	circus	roars	:	provok'd	from	far
	By	sight	of	scarlet,	and	a	sanguine	war,
	They	quit	their	ground,	his	bended	horns	elude,
	In	vain	pursuing,	and	in	vain	pursued.
	Before	to	farther	fight	he	would	advance,
	He	stood	considering,	arid	survey'd	his	lance.
	Doubts	if	he	wielded	not	a	wooden	spear
	Without	a	point:	he	look'd,	the	point	was	there,
	'	This	is	my	hand,	and	this	my	lance,"	he	said,
	"	By	which	so	many	thousand	foes	are	dead.
	whither	is	their	usual	virtue	fled	?
	1	had	it	once	;	and	the	Lyrnessian	wall,
	And	Tenedos,	confess'd	it	in	their	fall.
	Thy	streams,	Cai'cus,	roll'd	a	crimson	flood	:
	And	Thebes	ran	red	with	her	own	natives	blood.
	Twice	Telephus	employed	their	piercing	steel,
	To	wound	him	first,	and	afterward	to	heal.
	The	vigour	of	this	arm	was	never	vain	:
	And	that	my	wonted	prowess	I	retain,
	Witness	these	heaps	of	slaughter	on	the	plain."
	He	said,	and	doubtful	of	his	former	deeds,
	To	some	new	trial	of	his	force	proceeds.
	He	chose	Mena?tes	from	among	the	rest	;
	At	him	he	lanch'd	his	spear,	and	pierc'd	his	breast:
	On	the	hard	earth	the	Lycian	knock'd	his	head,
	And	lay	supine,;	and	forth	the	spirit	fled.
	Then	thus	the	hero	:	"	Neither	can	1	blame
	The	hand,	or	javelin;	both	are	still	the	same.
	The	same	I	will	employ	against	this	foe	;
	And	wish	but	with	the	same	success	to	throw."
	So	spoke	the	chief;	and	while	he	spoke	he	threw	j
	The	weapon	with	unerring	fury	flew,
	At	his	left	shoulder	aim'd	:	nor	entrance	found	;
	But	back,	as	from	a	rock,	with	swift	rebound
	Harmless	return'd	:	a	bloody	mark	appear'd,
	Which	with	false	joy	the	flatter'd	hero	cheer'd.
	Wound	there	was	none	;	the	blood	that	was	iu
	view,
	The	lance	before	from	slain	Menaetes	drew.
	Headlong	he	leaps	from	off	his	lofty	car,
	And	in	close	fight	on	foot	renews	the	war.
	Raging	with	high	disdain,	repeats	his	blows	;
	Nor	shield	nor	armour	can	their	force	oppose	;
	Huge	cantlets	of	his	buckler	strew	the	ground,
	And	no	defence	in	his	bor'd	arms	is	found.
	But	on	his	flesh	no	wound	or	blood	is	seen	j
	The	sword	itself	is	blunted	on	the	skin.
	This	vain	attempt	the	chief	no	longer	bears	;
	But	round	his	hollow	temples	and	his	ears
	His	buckler	beats	:	the	son	of	Neptune,	stunn'd
	With	these	repeated	buffets,	quits	his	ground;
	A	sickly	sweat	succeeds,	and	shades	of	night
	Inverted	Nature	swims	before	his	sight	:
	Th'	insulting	victor	presses	on	the	more,
	And	treads	the	steps	the	vanquished	trod	before,
	Nor	rest,	nor	respite	gives.	A	stone	there	lay
	Behind	his	trembling	foe,	and	stopp'd	his	way	:
	Achilles	took	the	advantage	which	he	found,
	O'er-turn'd,	and	push'd	him	backward	on	the
	ground.
	His	buckler	held	him	under,	while	he	press'd,
	With	both	his	knees	above,	his	panting	breast.
	Unlac'd	his	helm	:	about	his	chin	the	twist
	He	try'd	;	and	soon	the	strangled	soul	dismissal.
	With	eager	haste	he	went	to	strip	the	dead	j
	The	vanquished	body	from	his	arms	was	fled.
	His	sea-god	sire,	t'	immortalize	his	fame,
	Had	turn'd	it	to	the	bird	that	bears	his	name.
	A	truce	succeeds	the	labours	of	this	day,
	And	arms	suspended	with	a	long	delay.
	While	Trojan	walls	are	kept	with	watch	and	ward;
	The	Greeks	before	their	trenches	mount	the	guard	;
	The	feast	approach'd	;	when	to	the	blue-eyed	maid
	His	vows	for	Cyirnus	slain	the	victor	paid,
	And	a	white	heifer	on	her	altar	laid.
	The	reekmg	entrails	on	the	fire	they	threw	;
	And	to	the	gods	the	grateful	odour	flew	:
	Heaven	had	its	part	in	sacrifice	:	the	rest
	Was	broil	'd	and	roasted	for	the	future	feast.
	The	chief	invited	guests	were	set	around	;
	And	hunger	first	assuag'd,	the	bowls	were	crown'd,
	Which	in	deep	draughts	their	cares	and	labours
	drown'd.
	The	mellow	harp	did	not	their	ears	employ,
	And	mute	was	all	the	warlike	symphony	;	*


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	DRYDEN'S	POEMS.
	Discourse,	the	food	of	souls,	was	their	delight,
	And	pleasing	chat	prolong'd	the	summer's	night.
	The	subject,	deeds	of	arms,	and	valour	shown,
	Or	on	the	Trojan	side,	or	on	their	own.
	Of	dangers	undertaken,	fame	achiev'd,
	They	talk'd	by	turns	;	the	talk	by	turns	reliev'd.
	What	things	but	these	could	fierce	Achilles	tell,
	Or	what	could	fierce	Achilles	hear	so	well	?
	The	last	great	act	perform'd,	of	Cygnus	slain,
	Did	most	the	martial	audience	entertain	:
	Wondering	to	find	a	body,	free	by	fate
	From	steel,	and	which	could	ev'n	that	steel	rebate
	Amaz'd	their	admiration	they	renew	;
	And	scarce	Pelides	could	believe	it	true.
	Then	Nestor	thus;	"	What	once	this	age	has
	In	fated	Cygnus,	and	in	him	alone,	[known
	These	eyes	have	seen	in	Caeneus	long	before,
	Whose	body	not	a	thousand	swords	could	bore.
	Caeneus,	in	courage,	and	in	strength,	excell'd,
	And	still	his	Othrys	with	his	fame	is	fill'd	:
	But	what	did	most	his	martial	deeds	adorn,
	:	(Though	since	he	chang'd	his	sex)	a	woman	born.'
	A	novelty	so	strange,	and	full	of	fate,
	His	listening	audience	ask'd	him	to	relate.
	Achilles	thus	commends	their	common	suit:
	"	O	father,	first	for	prudence	in	repute,
	Tell	with	that	eloquence	so	much	thy	own,
	What	thou	hast	heard,	or	what	of	Caeneus	known.
	What	was	he,	whence	his	change	of	sex	begun,
	What	trophies,	join'd	in	wars	with	thee,	he	won	?
	Who	conquer'd	him,	and	in	what	fatal	strife
	The	youth,	without	a	wound,	could	lose	his	life	?'
	Neleides	then	:	"	Though	tardy	age,	and	time
	Have	shrunk	my	sinews,	and	decay'd	my	prime	;
	Though	much	I	have	forgotten	of	my	store,
	Yet	not	exhausted,	I	remember	more.
	Of	all	that	arms	achiev'd,	or	peace	design'd,
	That	action	still	is	fresher	in	my	mind
	Than	aught	beside.	If	reverend	age	can	give
	To	faith	a	sanction,	in	my	third	I	live.
	"	'Twas	in	my	second	century,	I	survey'd
	Young	Caenis,	then	a	fair	Thessalian	maid	:
	Caenis	the	bright	was	born	to	high	command	;
	A	princess,	and	a	native	of	thy	land,
	Divine	Achilles	:	every	tongue	proclaim'd
	Her	beauty,	and	her	eyes	all	hearts	inflam'd.
	Peleus,	thy	sire,	perhaps	had	sought	her	bed,
	Among	the	rest	;	but	he	had	either	led
	Thy	mother	then,	or	was	by	promise	ty'd	;
	But	she	to	him,	and	all,	alike	her	love	deny'd.
	"	It	was	her	fortune	once	to	take	her	way
	Along	the	sandy	margin	of	the	sea	:
	The.power	of	ocean	view'd	her	as	she	pass'd,
	And,	lov'd	as	soon	as	seen,	by	force	embrac'd.
	So	Fame	reports.	Her	virgin	treasure	seiz'd,
	And	his	new	joys	the	ravisher	so	pleas'd,
	That	thus,	transported,	to	the	nymph	he	cry'd	:
	.*	Ask	what	thou	wilt,	no	prayer	shall	be	deny'd.'
	This	also	Fame	relates	:	the	haughty	fair,
	Who	not	the	rape	ev'n	of	a	god	could	bear,
	This	answer,	proud,	return'd	:	'	To	mighty	wrongs
	A	mighty	recompense,	of	right,	belongs.
	Give	me	no	more	to	suffer	such	a	shame	;
	But	change	the	woman,	for	a	better	name	;
	One	gift	for	all	:'	she	said	;	and	while	she	spoke,
	A	stern,	majestic,	manly	tone	she	i	ook.
	A	man	she	was	:	and	as	the	gbdhead	swore,
	To	Caeneus	turn'd,	who	Caenis	was	before.
	"	To	this	the	lover	adds,	without	request	:
	No	force	of	steel	should	violate	his	breast.
	Glad	of	the	gift,	the	ne.w-made	warrior	goes	;
	And	anus	among	the	Greeks,	and	longs	for	equal
	foes^
	"	Now	brave	Pirithous,	bold	Ixion's	son,
	The	love	of	fair	Hippodarne	had	won.
	The	cloud-begotten	race,	half	men,	half	beast,
	Invited,	came	to	grace	the	nuptial	feast	:
	In	a	cool	cave's	recess	the	treat	was	made,
	Whose	entrance	trees	with	spreading	boughs	o'er-
	shade.	[came,
	The}'	sate	:	and,	summon'd	by	the	bridegroom,
	To	mix	with	those,	the	Lapithcean	name	:
	Nor	wanted	1	:	the	roofs	with	joy	resound	:
	And	Hymen,	16	Hymen,	rung	around.
	Rals'd	altars	shone	with	holy	fires;	the	bride,
	Lovely	herself	(and	lovely	by	her	side
	A	bevy	of	bright	nymphs,	with	sober	grace),
	Came	glittering	like	a	star,	and	took	her	place	:
	Her	heavenly	form	beheld,	all	wish'd	her	joy;
	And	little	wanted,	but	in	vain,	their	wishes	all
	employ.
	"	For	one,	most	brutal	of	the	brutal	blood,
	Or	whether	wine	or	beauty	fir'd	his	blood,
	Or	both	at	once,	beheld	with	lustful	eyes
	The	bride;	at	once	resolv'd	to	make	his	prize.
	Down	went	the	board;	and,	fastening	on	her	hair,
	He	seiz'd	with	sudden	force	the	frighted	fair.
	'Twas	Eurytus	began	:	his	bestial	kind
	His	crime	pursued	;	and	each	as	pleas'd	his	mind,
	Or	her,	whom	chance	presented,	took	:	the	feast
	An	image	of	a	taken	town	express'd.	[rise,
	"	The	cave	resounds	with	female	shrieks;	we
	Mad	with	revenge,	to	make	a	swift	reprise	:
	And	Theseus	first	;	'	What	frenzy	has	possess'd,
	O	Eurytus,'	he	cry'd,	'	thy	brutal	breast,
	To	wrong	Pirithous,	and	not	him	alone,
	But,	while	1	live,	two	friends	conjoin'd	in	one	?'
	"	To	justify	his	threat,	he	thrusts	aside
	The	crowd	of	Centaurs,	and	redeems	the	bride	;
	The	monster	nought	reply'd:	for	words	were	vain;
	And	deeds	could	only	deeds	unjust	maintain	:
	But	answers	with	his	hand;	and	forward	press'd,
	With	blows	redoubled,	on	his	face	and	breast.
	An	ample	goblet	stood,	of	antique	mold,
	And	rough	with	figures	of	the	rising	gold	;
	The	hero	snatch'd	it	up,	and	toss'd	in	air,
	Full	at	the	front	of	the	foul	ravisher	:
	He	falls	;	and	falling	vomits	forth	a	flood
	Of	wine,	and	foam	and	brains,	and	miqgled	blood.
	Half	roaring,	and	half	neighing,	through	the	hall,
	'	Arms,	arms,'	the	double-form'd	with	fury	call,
	To	wreak	their	brother's	death	:	a	medley	flight
	Of	bowls	and	jars,	at	first,	supply	the	fight,
	Once	instruments	offcasts,	but	now	of	Fate:
	Wine	animates	their	rage,	and	arms	their	hate.
	"	Bold	Amycus,	from	the	robb'd	vestry	brings
	The	chalices	of	Heaven,	and	holy	things
	Of	precious	weight:	a	sconce	that	hung	on	high,
	With	tapers	fill'd,	to	light	the	sacristy,
	Torn	from	the	cord,	with	his	unhallow'd	hand
	He	threw	amid	the	Lapithsean	band.
	On	Celadon	the	ruin	fell	;	and	left
	Bis	face	of	feature	and	of	form	bereft:
	So,	when	some	brawny	sacrificer	knocks,
	Before	an	altar	led,	an	offer'd	ox,
	iis	eye-balls	rooted	out	are	thrown	to	ground,
	iis	nose	dismantled	in	his	mouth	is	found,
	His	jaws,	cheeks,	front,	one	undistinguish'd	wound.
	:	This	Belates,	th'	avenger,	could	not	brook	^
	But,	by	the	foot,	a	maple-board	he	took,


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	And,	liurl'd	at	Amycns;	his	chin	is	bent
	Against	his	chest,	and	down	the	Centaur	sent	;
	Whom	sputtering	bloody	teeth,	the	second	blow
	Of	his	drawn	sword	dispatch'd	to	shades	below.
	"	Grineus	was	near	;	and	cast	a	furious	look
	On	the	side-altar,	cens'd	with	sacred	smoke,
	And	bright	with	flaming	fires.	'	The	gods,	he
	cry'd,
	'	Have	with	their	holy	trade	our	hands	supply'd	:
	Why	use	we	not	their	gifts	?'	Then	from	the	floor
	An	altar-stone	he	heav'd,	with	all	the	load	it	bore:
	Altar	and	altar's	freight	together	flew
	Where	thickest	throng'd	the	Lapithaean	crew	;
	And,	at	once,	Broteas	and	Oryus	slew	:
	Oryus'	mother,	Mycale,	was	known
	'Down	from	her	sphere	to	draw	the	labouring	Moon.
	"	Exadius	ciy'd,	'	Unpunish'd	shall	not	go
	This	fact,	if	arms	are	found	against	the	foe.'
	He	look'd	about,	where	on	a	pine	were	spread
	The	votive	horns	of	a	stag's	branching	head	:
	At	Grineus	these	he	throws;	so	just	they	fly,
	That	the	sharp	antlers	stuck	in	either	eye	:
	Breathless	and	blind	he	fell,	with	blood	besmear'd,
	His	eye-balls,	beaten	out,	hung	dangling	on,	his
	beard.
	Fierce	Rhaetus,	from	the	hearth,	a	burning	brand
	Selects,	and	whirling	waves;	till	from	his	hand
	The	fire	took	flame	;	then	dash'd	it	from	the	right
	On	fair	Charaxus'	temples,	near	the	sight	:
	The	whistling	pest	came	on,	and	pierc'd	the	bone
	And	caught	the	yellow	hair,	that	shrivel'd	while
	it	shone	:
	Caught,	like	dry	stubble	fir'd,	or	like	seerwood	;
	Yet	from	the	wound	ensued	no	purple	flood	;
	But	look'd	a	bubbling	mass	of	frying	blood.
	His	blazing	locks	sent	forth	a	crackling	sound,
	And	hiss'd,	like	red	hot	ir'n	within	the	smithy
	drown'd.
	The	wounded	warrior	shook	his	flaming	hair,
	Then	(what	a	team	of	horse	could	hardly	rear)
	He	heaves	the	threshold-	stone	;	but	could	not	throw	;
	The	weight	itself	forbad	the	threaten'd	blow;
	Which,	dropping	from	his	lifted	arms,	came	down
	Full	on	Cometes'	head,	and	crush'd	his	crown.
	Nor	Rhaetus	then	retain'd	his	joy	:	but	said,
	*	So	by	their	fellows	may	our	foes	be	sped	!'
	Then	with	redoubled	strokes	he	plies	his	head	:
	The	burning	lever	not	deludes	his	pains;
	But	drives	the	batter'd	skull	within	the	brains.
	"	Thus	flush'd,	the	conqueror,	with	force	re-
	new'd,
	Evagrus,	Dryas,	Corythus	pursued	:
	First,	Corythus,	with	downy	cheeks,	he	slew	;
	Whose	fall	when	fierce	Evagrus	had	in	view,
	He	cry'd,	'	What	palm	is	from	a	beardless	prey	?'
	Rhaetus	prevents	what	more	he	had	to	say	;
	And	drove	within	his	mouth	the	fiery	death,
	Which	enter'd	hissing	in,	and	chok'd	his	breath.
	At	Dryas	next	he	flew	;	but	weary	Chance
	No	longer	would	the	same	success	advance.
	But	while	he	whirl'd	in	fiery	circles	round
	The	brand,	a	sharpen'd	stake	strong	Dryas	found	;
	And	in	the	shoulder's	joint	inflicts	the	wound.
	The	weapon	struck:	which	roaring	out	with	pain
	He	drew	:	nor	longer	durst	the	fight	maintain,
	But	tui	n'd	his	back,	for	fear	;	and	fled	amain.
	With	him	fled	Orneus,	with	like	dread	possess'd	;
	Thaumas	and	Medon,	wounded	in	the	breast;
	And	Mermeros,	in	the	late	race	renown'd,
	Now	limping	ran,	and	tardy	with	his	wound.
	Pholus	and	Melaneus	from	light	withdrew,
	And	Abas	maim'd,	who	boars	encountering	slew	:
	And	Augur	Astylos,	whose	art	in	vain
	From	fight	dissuaded	the	four-footed	train,
	Now	beat	the	hoof	with	Nessus	on	the	plain	;
	But	to	his	fellow	cry'd,	'	Be	safely	slow,
	Thy	death	deferr'd	is	due	to	great	Alcides'	bow.'
	"	Mean	time	strong	Dryas	urg'd	his	chance	so
	That	Lycidas,	Areos,	Imbreus	fell	;	[well,
	All	one	by	one,	and	fighting	.face	to	face:
	Crenaeus	fled,	to	fall	with	more	disgrace:
	For,	fearful,	while	he	look'd	behind,	he	bore
	Betwixt	his	nose	and	front	the	blow	before.
	Amid	the	noise	and	tumult	of	the	fray,
	Snoring	and	drunk	with	wine,	Aphidas	lay.
	Ev'n	then	the	bowl	within	his	hand	he	kept,
	And	on	a	bear's	rough	hide	securely	slept.
	Him	Phorbas	with	his	flying	dart	transnx'd	;
	'	Take	thynext	draught	with	Stygian	waters	mix'd,
	And	sleep	thy	fill,'	th'	insulting	victor	cy'd	;
	Surpriz'd	with	death	unfelt,	the	Centaur	dy'd;
	The	ruddy	vomit,	as	he	breath'd	his	soul,
	Repass'd	his	throat,	and	fill'd	his	empty	bowl.
	"	I	saw	Petroeus'	arms	employ'd	around
	A	well-grown	oak,	to	root	it	Irom	the	ground.
	This	way,	and	that,	he	wrench'd	the	fibrous	bands,
	The	trunk	was	like	a	sapling	in	his	hands,
	And	still	obey'd	the	bent	:	while	thus	he	stood,
	Perithous'	dart	drove	on,	and	nail'd	him	to	the
	wood.
	Lycus	and	Chromys	fell,	by	him	oppress'd:
	Helops	and	Dictys	added	to	the	rest
	A	nobler	palm	:	Helops,	through	either	ear
	Transfix'd,	receiv'd	the	penetrating	spear.
	This	Dictys	saw;	and,	seiz'd	with	sudden	fright,
	Leapt	headlong	from	the	hill	of	steepy	height	;
	And	crush'd	an	ash	beneath,	that	could	not	bear
	his	weight.
	The	shatter'd	tree	receives	his	fall,	and	strikes,
	Within	his	full-blown	paunch,	the	sharpen'd	spikes.
	Strong	Aphareus	had	heav'd	a	mighty	stone,
	The	fragment	of	a	rock,	and	would	have	thrqwn	j
	But	Theseus,	with	a	club	of	harden'd	oak,
	The	cubit-bone	of	the	bold	Centaur	broke,
	And	left	him	maim'd	;	nor	seconded	the	stroke:
	Then	leapt	on	tall	Bianor's	back,	(who	bore
	No	mortal	burthen	but	his	own,	before)
	Press'd	with	his	knees	his	sides;	the	double	man,
	His	speed	with	spurs	increas'd,	unwilling	ran.
	One	hand	the	hero	fasten'd	on	his	locks;
	His	other	ply'd	him	with	repeated	strokes.
	The	ckib	hung	round	his	ears	and	batter'd	brows;
	He	falls	;	and,	lashirtg	up	his	heels,	his	rider	throws.
	"	The	same	Herculean	arms	Nedymnus	wound,
	And	lay	by	him	Lycotas	on	the	ground	;
	And	Hippasus,	whose	beard	his	breast	invades;
	And	Ripbeus,	haunter	of	the	woodland	shades	;
	And	Tereus,	us'd	with	mountain-bears	to	strive,
	And	from	their	dens	to	draw	th'	indignant	beasts
	alive.
	"	Demoleon	could	not	bear	this	hateful	sight,
	Or	the	long	fortune	of	th'	Athenian	knight:
	But	pull'd	with	all	his	force,	to	disengage
	From	earth	a	pine,	the	product	of	an	age	:
	The	root	stuck	fast:	the	broken	trunk	he	sent
	At	Theseus:	Theseus	frustrates	his	intent,
	And	leaps	aside,	by	Pallas	warn'd,	the	blow
	To	shun	(for	so	he	said;	and	we	believ'd	it	so).
	Yet	not	in	vain	th'	enormous	weight	was	cast,
	Which	Crantor's	body	sunder'd	at	the	waist;


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	DRYDEN'S	POEMS.
	Thy	father's	squire,	Achilles,	and	his	care	;
	Whom	conquer'd	in	the	Delopeian	war,
	Their	king,	his	present	ruin	to	prevent,
	A	pledge	of	peace	implor'd,	to	Peleus	sent.
	Thy	sire,	with	grieving	eyes,	beheld	his	fate	;
	And	cry'd,	'	Not	long,	lov'd	Crantor,	shalt	thou
	wait
	Thy	vow'd	revenge.'	At	once	he	said,	and	threw
	His	ashen-spear	which	quiver'd	as	it	flew,
	With	all	his	force	and	all	his	soul	apply'd	;
	The	sharp	point	enter'd	in	the	Centaur's	side	:
	Both	hands,	to	wrench	it	out,	tne	monster	join'd;
	And	wrench'd	t	out;	but	left	the	steel	behind.
	Stuck	in	his	lungs	it	stood	:	enrag'd	he	rears
	His	hoof?,	and	down	to	ground	thy	father	bears.
	Thus	trampled	under	foot,	his	shield	defends
	His	head	;	his	other	hand	the	lance	protends.
	F.v'n	while	he	lay	extended	on	the	dust,
	He	sped	the	Centaur,	with	one	single	thrust.
	Two	more	his	lance	before	transfix'd	from	far	;
	And	two	his	sword	had	slain	in	closer	war.
	To	these	was	added	Dorylas	:	who	spread
	A	bull's	two	goring	horns	around	his	head.
	With	these	he	pvish'd	;	in	blood	already	dy'd	:
	Him,	fearless,	I	approach'd,	and	thus	defy'd	:
	*	Now,	monster,	now,	by	proof	it	shall	appear,
	Whether	thy	horns	are	sharper,	or	my	spear.'
	At	this,	I	threw	:	for	want	of	other	ward,
	He	lifted	up	his	hand,	his	front	to	guard.
	His	hand	it	pass'd,	and	fix'd	it	to	his	brow	:
	Loud	shouts	of	ours	attend	the	lucky	blow	:
	Him	Peleus	finish	v	d,	with	a	second	wound,
	Which	through	the	navel	pierc'd	:	he	reel'd	around,
	And	dragg'd	his	dangling	bowels	on	the	ground:
	Trod	what	he	dragg'd,	and	what	he	trod	he	crush'd	:
	And	to	his	mother-earth,	with	empty	belly,	rush'd.
	"	Nor	could	thy	form,	O	Cyllarus,	foreshow
	Thy	fate	(if	form	to	monsters	men	allow)	:
	Just	bloorn'd	thy	beard,	thy	beard	of	golden	hue	:
	Thy	locks,	in	golden	waves,	about	thy	shoulders
	flew.
	Sprightly	thy	look	:	thy	shapes	in	every	part
	So	clean,	as	might	instruct	the	sculptor's	art,
	As	far	as	man	extended	:	where	began
	The	beast,	the	beast	was	equal	to	the	man.
	Add	but	a	horse's	head	and	neck,	and	he,
	O	Castor,	was	a	courser	worthy	thee.
	So	was	his	back	proportion'd	for	the	seat	;
	So	rose	his	brawny	chest	;	so	swiftly	mov'd	his
	feet.
	Coal-black	his	colour,	but	like	jet	it	shone	;
	His	legs	and	flowing	tail	were	white	alone,
	Belov'd	by	many	maidens	of	his	kind,
	But	fair	Hylonome	possess'd	his	mind	;
	Hylonome,	for	features,	and	for	face,
	Excelling	all	the	nymphs	of	double	race	:
	Nor	less	her	blandishments,	than	beauty,	move	;
	At	once	both	loving,	and	confessing	love.
	For	him	she	dress'd^	for	him	with	female	care
	She	comb'd,	and	set	in	curls	her	auburn	hair.
	Of	roses,	violets,	and	lilies	mix'd,
	And	sprigs	of	flowing	rosemary	betwixt,
	She	form'd	the	chaplet,	that	adorn'd	her	front	:
	In	waters	of	the	Pegasaean	fount,
	And	in	the	streams	that	from	the	fountain	play,
	She	wash'd	her	face.,	and	bath'd	her	twice	a	day.
	The	scai	f	of	furs,	that	hung	below	her	side,
	Was	ermin,	or	the	panther's	spotted	pride	:
	Spoils	of	no	common	beast	:	with	equal	flame
	They	lov'd;	their	sylvan	pleasures	were	the	same:
	All	day	they	hunted	;	and	when	day	expir'cf,
	Together	to	some	shady	cave	retir'd.
	Invited,	to	the	nuptials	both	repair	:
	And,	side	by	side,	they	both	engage	in	war.
	"	Uncertain	from	what	hand,	a	flying	dart
	At	Cyllarus	was	sent,	which	pierc'd	his	heart.
	The	javelin	drawn	from	out	the	mortal	wound,
	He	faints	with	staggering	steps,	and	seeks	the
	ground	:
	The	fair	within	her	arms	receiv'd	his	fall,
	And	strove	his	wandering	spirits	to	recall	:
	And,	while	her	hand	the	streaming	blood	oppos'd,,
	Join'd	face	to	face,	his	lips	with	hers	she	clos'd.
	Stifled	with	kisses,	a	sweet	death	he	dies	;	.	.
	She	fills	the	fields	with	undistinguish'd	cries	:	.
	At	least	her	words	were	in	her	clamour	drown'd	;
	For	my	stunn'd	ears	receiv'd	no	vocal	sound.
	In	madness	of	her	grief	she	seiz'd	the	dart
	New	drawn,	and	reeking	from	her	lover's	heart;
	To	her	bare	bosom	the	sharp	point	apply'd,
	And	wounded	fell,	and	falling	by	his	side,	[dy'd.
	Embrac'd	him	in	her	arms,	and	thus	embracing
	"	Ev'n	still,	methinks,	I	see	Phasocomes;
	Strange	was	his	habit,	and	as	odd	his	dress.
	Six	lions	hides,	with	thongs	together	fast,
	His	upper	part	defended	to	his	waist	;
	And	where	man	ended,	the	continued	vest
	Spread	on	his	back	the	houss	and	trappings	of	a
	beast.
	A	stump	too	heavy	for	a	team	to	draw
	(It	seems	a	fable,	though	the	fact	I	saw)
	He	threw	at	Pholon	;	the	descending	blow
	Divides	the	skull,	and	cleaves	his	head	in	two.
	The	brains,	from	nose	and	mouth,	and	either	ear,
	Came	issuing	out,	as	through	a	colendar
	The	curdled	milk	:	or	from	the	press	the	whey,
	Driven	down	by	weights	above,	is	drain'd	away.
	"	Buthim,	while	stoopingdown	to	spoil	the	sla*i,
	Pierc'd	through	the	paunch,	I	tumbled	on	the	plain.
	Then	Chthonius	and	Teleboas	I	slew	:
	A	fork	the	former	arm'd;	a	dart	his	fellow	threw.
	The	javelin	wounded	me	(behold	the	scar).
	Then	was	my	time	to	seek	the	Trojan	war	;
	Then	I	was	Hector's	match	in	open	field	;
	But	he	was	then	unborn;	at	least	a	child	;
	Now,	I	am	nothing.	I	forbear	to	tell
	By	Periphantes	how	Pyretus	fell	;
	The	Centaur	by	the	knight	:	nor	will	I	stay
	On	Amphix,	or	what	deaths	he	dealt	that	day	:
	What	honour,	with	a	pointless	lance,	he	won,
	Stuck	in	the	front	of	a	four-footed	man.
	What	fame	young	Macareus	obtain'd	in	fight	:
	Or	dwell	on	Nessus,	now	return'd	from	flight.
	How	prophet	Mopsus	not	alone	divin'd,
	Whose	valour	equal'd	his	foreseeing	mind.
	"	Already	Caeneus,	with	his	conquering	hand,
	Had	slaughter'd	five,	the	boldest	of	their	band	:
	Pyrachmus,	Helymus,	Antimachus,
	Bromus	the	brave,	and	stronger	Stiphelus	:
	Their	names	1	number'd,	and	remember	well,
	No	trace	remaining,	by	what	wounds	they	fell.
	"	Latreus,	the	bulkiest	of	the	double	race,
	Whom	the	spoil'd	arms	of	slain	Halesus	grace,
	In	years	retaining	still	his	youthful	might,
	Though	his	black	hairs	were	interspers'd	with
	white,
	Betwixt	th'	embattled	ranks	began	to	prance,
	Proud	of	his	helm,	and	Macedonian	lance;
	And	rode	the	ring	around	;	that	either	host
	Might	hear	him,	while	he	made	this	empty	boast,