The Works of Tibullus Containing his Love-Elegies. Translated by Mr Dart. To which is added, The Life of the Author; with Observations on the Original Design of Elegiack Verse; and the Characters of the most Celebrated Greek, Latin and English Elegiack Poets |
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Book IV.
A Panegyrick to Messala.
Messala
, Thee, I sing, although thy Name,
Thy well-known Merit, and thy spreading Fame
Startle me, lest I feebly should repeat
A Verse inferior to Desert so great;
But tho' unequal to the Theme I raise,
Yet I'll attempt at least to sing thy Praise:
I, the Designer of an humble Verse,
Since none with Justice can thy Praise rehearse,
Unless he had thy Language to express,
And cloth thy mighty Deeds with manly Dress;
A Task superior to my trifling Skill,
Yet take (if the Performance fails) the Will;
Let that suffice, nor thou the Gift refuse,
The humble Tribute of an humble Muse.
Thy well-known Merit, and thy spreading Fame
Startle me, lest I feebly should repeat
A Verse inferior to Desert so great;
But tho' unequal to the Theme I raise,
Yet I'll attempt at least to sing thy Praise:
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Since none with Justice can thy Praise rehearse,
Unless he had thy Language to express,
And cloth thy mighty Deeds with manly Dress;
A Task superior to my trifling Skill,
Yet take (if the Performance fails) the Will;
Let that suffice, nor thou the Gift refuse,
The humble Tribute of an humble Muse.
Thus
Phœbus kind receiv'd with smiling Chear
The little Gift the Cretan could prefer.
Thus Icarus, by his Cœlestial Guest,
Bacchus, was far prefer'd before the rest,
As those bright Signals in the Heavens declare,
Fair Virgo, and the scorching Syrian Star:
Alcides destin'd for unbounded Pow'r,
Oft visited the poor Molorchus' Bow'r.
The Gods above do not mean Off'rings scorn,
Nor always claim the Ox with gilded Horn;
So may this humble Verse, so small it be,
Come an accepted Off'ring due to thee;
That I encourag'd may, in time repeat
A Verse more worthy, and thy Praise more great.
The little Gift the Cretan could prefer.
Thus Icarus, by his Cœlestial Guest,
Bacchus, was far prefer'd before the rest,
As those bright Signals in the Heavens declare,
Fair Virgo, and the scorching Syrian Star:
Alcides destin'd for unbounded Pow'r,
Oft visited the poor Molorchus' Bow'r.
The Gods above do not mean Off'rings scorn,
Nor always claim the Ox with gilded Horn;
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Come an accepted Off'ring due to thee;
That I encourag'd may, in time repeat
A Verse more worthy, and thy Praise more great.
Others inspir'd with a sublimer Flame,
May sing the vast Creation's wond'rous Frame;
And how the Earth is press'd with Air around,
And how the circling Sea confines the Ground;
And how the fluid Body of the Air
Is mov'd with constant Motion here and there;
And lightly wafting upwards does aspire,
To join the high and pure Æthereal Fire,
And lastly, those different those Bodies lie
Enclos'd with the vast Concave of the Sky.
May sing the vast Creation's wond'rous Frame;
And how the Earth is press'd with Air around,
And how the circling Sea confines the Ground;
And how the fluid Body of the Air
Is mov'd with constant Motion here and there;
And lightly wafting upwards does aspire,
To join the high and pure Æthereal Fire,
And lastly, those different those Bodies lie
Enclos'd with the vast Concave of the Sky.
But, if my Verse can well express thy Praise,
Or (what's a desperate Thought) can higher raise:
Or if it cannot to thy Name be just,
But sinks below thy Worth, as sure it must,
Whatever Thoughts are spread in every Line,
Whate'er I sing, the votive Verse be thine.
Or (what's a desperate Thought) can higher raise:
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But sinks below thy Worth, as sure it must,
Whatever Thoughts are spread in every Line,
Whate'er I sing, the votive Verse be thine.
You, tho' your Race illustriously are known,
Unsatisfy'd with Honours handed down;
Still follow Glory with a steddy Pace,
And emulate the Greatness of your Race;
Thus all those Merits which your Fathers knew,
Your Sons may see again reviv'd in you.
Unsatisfy'd with Honours handed down;
Still follow Glory with a steddy Pace,
And emulate the Greatness of your Race;
Thus all those Merits which your Fathers knew,
Your Sons may see again reviv'd in you.
Nor shall an empty Title hold thy Fame,
But endless Volumes shall record your Name:
Crowds shall contend to have thy Worth declar'd,
The Orator, Historian, and the Bard:
But may the Task at length on me be laid,
That so my Name may with thy Deeds be read.
But endless Volumes shall record your Name:
Crowds shall contend to have thy Worth declar'd,
The Orator, Historian, and the Bard:
But may the Task at length on me be laid,
That so my Name may with thy Deeds be read.
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For who can greater Cause for Praises yield
Than you? Or in the Forum or the Field,
With equal Worth you claim a just Renown,
Brac'd in the Helmet, or the peaceful Gown.
The spreading Lawrels lie in equal Scales,
And neither Pendant Hemisphere prevails:
Than you? Or in the Forum or the Field,
With equal Worth you claim a just Renown,
Brac'd in the Helmet, or the peaceful Gown.
The spreading Lawrels lie in equal Scales,
And neither Pendant Hemisphere prevails:
You if the giddy Vulgar rise to Rage,
Appease their Fury, and their Heat asswage.
Nor Pylus, nor could Ithaca contain
So great a Worthy in their boasted Train:
Nor Nestor noted for his vast Renown,
Nor great Ulisses of a little Town;
Tho' One had seen Three hundred Suns go round
Their Annual Courses, and revive the Ground:
The other all the Cities did explore,
Where e'er the farthest Sea includes the Shore.
Appease their Fury, and their Heat asswage.
Nor Pylus, nor could Ithaca contain
So great a Worthy in their boasted Train:
Nor Nestor noted for his vast Renown,
Nor great Ulisses of a little Town;
Tho' One had seen Three hundred Suns go round
Their Annual Courses, and revive the Ground:
The other all the Cities did explore,
Where e'er the farthest Sea includes the Shore.
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He overcame the Thracians fierce in Arms,
Nor was subdu'd by Lotophagian Charms.
He check'd the one-ey'd Monster's fell Design,
Making him drunk with Maronean Wine.
Æolian Gales he carry'd o'er the Sea,
And to the Lastrygonians took his Way.
Rough Race! o'er whom Antiphates was King,
Where cool Artacia spreads her limpid Spring.
Circe's bewitching Arts by him were known;
Circe! the pow'rful Daughter of the Sun,
Who by her Skill in Magick Simples knew
To change old Nature's Forms to Bodies new:
Then to Cimmerion Caves he took his Way
Where never Phœbus rous'd the lightsome Day,
Whether above the Earth, or underneath the Sea.
He view'd the dark Plutonian Coasts below,
There saw the Demi-gods, and Heroes go,
Mingled among the Spectres too and fro.
Secure his easie Vessel sail'd along,
Unstop'd by the alluring Syren's Song:
Him steering 'twixt the Jaws of Death his Course,
Nor Scylla could afright with rapid Source;
Tho' dreadful and tremendously she raves,
Girt round with barking Dogs beneath the Waves:
Nor could Charybdis, with tempestuous Sea,
Destroy his Vessel in her usual Way:
Nor when to Heaven uprose the Waves profound,
Nor when Dividing they disclos'd the Ground:
Nor shall I pass Great Jove's severe Award,
Declar'd for Phœbus' violated Herd:
Nor how at length he fair Calypso found
Her generous Love, and hospitable Ground:
Nor how Phœacia was the happy Isle
That clos'd his Journey, and reliev'd his Toil.
Nor was subdu'd by Lotophagian Charms.
He check'd the one-ey'd Monster's fell Design,
Making him drunk with Maronean Wine.
Æolian Gales he carry'd o'er the Sea,
And to the Lastrygonians took his Way.
Rough Race! o'er whom Antiphates was King,
Where cool Artacia spreads her limpid Spring.
Circe's bewitching Arts by him were known;
Circe! the pow'rful Daughter of the Sun,
Who by her Skill in Magick Simples knew
To change old Nature's Forms to Bodies new:
Then to Cimmerion Caves he took his Way
Where never Phœbus rous'd the lightsome Day,
Whether above the Earth, or underneath the Sea.
He view'd the dark Plutonian Coasts below,
There saw the Demi-gods, and Heroes go,
Mingled among the Spectres too and fro.
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Unstop'd by the alluring Syren's Song:
Him steering 'twixt the Jaws of Death his Course,
Nor Scylla could afright with rapid Source;
Tho' dreadful and tremendously she raves,
Girt round with barking Dogs beneath the Waves:
Nor could Charybdis, with tempestuous Sea,
Destroy his Vessel in her usual Way:
Nor when to Heaven uprose the Waves profound,
Nor when Dividing they disclos'd the Ground:
Nor shall I pass Great Jove's severe Award,
Declar'd for Phœbus' violated Herd:
Nor how at length he fair Calypso found
Her generous Love, and hospitable Ground:
Nor how Phœacia was the happy Isle
That clos'd his Journey, and reliev'd his Toil.
Now whether these were in the World we know,
Or Fables, feign them in some World below;
Let him his Labour boast, and hardy Deed,
While you in moving Eloquence exceed.
Or Fables, feign them in some World below;
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While you in moving Eloquence exceed.
In you the ready Skill of War is found,
How to intrench the Camp, and raise the Ground;
And how against the adverse Host oppose,
Defensive Pallisadoes plac'd in Rows,
And where to lead the Ditch, and Ground inclose.
And e're you pitch the Camp, to choose that Ground
Which does with pure refreshing Springs abound;
Swift through your Troops Communications go,
Which are cut off before they reach the Foe.
You various Sports, and active Games devise
To keep the Troops in Manly Exercise.
How to intrench the Camp, and raise the Ground;
And how against the adverse Host oppose,
Defensive Pallisadoes plac'd in Rows,
And where to lead the Ditch, and Ground inclose.
And e're you pitch the Camp, to choose that Ground
Which does with pure refreshing Springs abound;
Swift through your Troops Communications go,
Which are cut off before they reach the Foe.
You various Sports, and active Games devise
To keep the Troops in Manly Exercise.
What Chief like you can toss the pond'rous Spear?
Or send the flying Arrow through the Air?
Or throw the Jav'lin with an Arm so strong,
To cut the Air, and drive the Clouds along?
Or who direct the fiery Courser's Will?
Or moderate the Rein with greater Skill?
Or ride th' extended Race with swifter Force,
Or wheel the circ'ling Ring, and round repeated Course?
Or who more ready heaves the Shield in Fight?
To guard the Left Side, or secure the Right?
To ward with sure Defence, or here, or there,
And take the Fury of th' invading Spear.
Or send the flying Arrow through the Air?
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To cut the Air, and drive the Clouds along?
Or who direct the fiery Courser's Will?
Or moderate the Rein with greater Skill?
Or ride th' extended Race with swifter Force,
Or wheel the circ'ling Ring, and round repeated Course?
Or who more ready heaves the Shield in Fight?
To guard the Left Side, or secure the Right?
To ward with sure Defence, or here, or there,
And take the Fury of th' invading Spear.
In Time, when raging Mars with Fury glows,
When Ensigns, Ensigns face, and Spears do Spears oppose,
Then you in meet Array the Squadrons place,
And fix the Battle with a threat'ning Face,
Whether you join them in a solid Square,
That equal Sides compact, the Foes may dare;
Or into other Forms the Battle fling,
And lead the Souldiers to a spreading Wing;
That either may a mutual Aid dispence,
And guard each other with a joint Defence.
When Ensigns, Ensigns face, and Spears do Spears oppose,
Then you in meet Array the Squadrons place,
And fix the Battle with a threat'ning Face,
Whether you join them in a solid Square,
That equal Sides compact, the Foes may dare;
Or into other Forms the Battle fling,
And lead the Souldiers to a spreading Wing;
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And guard each other with a joint Defence.
But let me not uncertain Trophies raise,
For Wars I sing, and Wars shall firm thy Praise:
Witness th' Illyrians taught the Roman Sway,
The base Pannonian Rebels to obey:
And Arupinum taken, which did yield,
One born to Arms, and constant in the Field:
Poor and unknown, him whosoe'er had seen,
Unbroke with Age, and ev'n in Winter green.
With Less Surprise would hear the Story told
Of Rev'rend Nestor's Fame, three Cent'ries old;
For tho' since first he had receiv'd his Birth,
A hundred Annual Suns had warm'd the Earth;
He springing in the Saddle press'd the Horse,
And fix'd, he sat him in the swiftest Course:
An able Vet'ran for the dusty Plains,
And a just Moderator of the Reins.
Subdu'd by Thee, when all their Pow'r was vain,
They bent their Necks beneath the Roman Chain.
For Wars I sing, and Wars shall firm thy Praise:
Witness th' Illyrians taught the Roman Sway,
The base Pannonian Rebels to obey:
And Arupinum taken, which did yield,
One born to Arms, and constant in the Field:
Poor and unknown, him whosoe'er had seen,
Unbroke with Age, and ev'n in Winter green.
With Less Surprise would hear the Story told
Of Rev'rend Nestor's Fame, three Cent'ries old;
For tho' since first he had receiv'd his Birth,
A hundred Annual Suns had warm'd the Earth;
He springing in the Saddle press'd the Horse,
And fix'd, he sat him in the swiftest Course:
An able Vet'ran for the dusty Plains,
And a just Moderator of the Reins.
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They bent their Necks beneath the Roman Chain.
But these shall not suffice to speak thy Praise,
Actions to come shall greater Honours raise;
For I, have more surprizing Things in View,
From Omens sure as e'er Melampus knew.
For on that Day when you sublimely Great,
Was cloth'd in Purple, and enrob'd in State;
The Sun above the Ocean rais'd his Head,
And o'er the Earth uncommon Lustre spread:
The Seas with swelling Billows rise no more,
But roll'd their silent Waters to the Shore;
The struggling Winds their noisy Discord cease,
And every whisp'ring Gale lay hush'd in Peace.
No Bird did through the Air his Journey steer,
Or shook his whistling Pinions in the Air:
No Savage Beasts were Grazing in the Shade;
But all stood silent at the Vows you made.
Jove in his Chariot wafted through the Air,
Left his Olympus to receive thy Pray'r;
And seem'd intent to bend a list'ning Ear.
Th' assenting Pow'r to every Word you said,
Gave the Majestick Nod, and wav'd his Head:
Sudden the shining Altars seem'd more bright,
And shooting Flames diffus'd a greater Light.
Actions to come shall greater Honours raise;
For I, have more surprizing Things in View,
From Omens sure as e'er Melampus knew.
For on that Day when you sublimely Great,
Was cloth'd in Purple, and enrob'd in State;
The Sun above the Ocean rais'd his Head,
And o'er the Earth uncommon Lustre spread:
The Seas with swelling Billows rise no more,
But roll'd their silent Waters to the Shore;
The struggling Winds their noisy Discord cease,
And every whisp'ring Gale lay hush'd in Peace.
No Bird did through the Air his Journey steer,
Or shook his whistling Pinions in the Air:
No Savage Beasts were Grazing in the Shade;
But all stood silent at the Vows you made.
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Left his Olympus to receive thy Pray'r;
And seem'd intent to bend a list'ning Ear.
Th' assenting Pow'r to every Word you said,
Gave the Majestick Nod, and wav'd his Head:
Sudden the shining Altars seem'd more bright,
And shooting Flames diffus'd a greater Light.
The Gods approve! begin the mighty Deed.
For thee uncommon Triumphs are decreed.
Not Neighbouring Gallia shall confine thy Course,
Nor vast Hispania with its savage Force;
Nor wealthy Confines which the Tyrians sow,
Nor where the Nile and great Choaspes flow:
Nor where swift Gyndes does the Land divide,
The lasting Proof of Cyrus' foolish Pride:
Nor where the Waters through their sulph'rous Veins,
Diffuse the Heat to Arectæan Plains:
Nor that vast Land where Thomyris bore Sway,
And swift Araxes rolls his rapid Way:
Nor vile Padæans at the furthest East,
Who load their Tables with a hateful Feast:
Nor where the Hebrus spreads his Golden Sand,
Nor where the Tanais laves the Scythian Land.
For thee uncommon Triumphs are decreed.
Not Neighbouring Gallia shall confine thy Course,
Nor vast Hispania with its savage Force;
Nor wealthy Confines which the Tyrians sow,
Nor where the Nile and great Choaspes flow:
Nor where swift Gyndes does the Land divide,
The lasting Proof of Cyrus' foolish Pride:
Nor where the Waters through their sulph'rous Veins,
Diffuse the Heat to Arectæan Plains:
Nor that vast Land where Thomyris bore Sway,
And swift Araxes rolls his rapid Way:
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Who load their Tables with a hateful Feast:
Nor where the Hebrus spreads his Golden Sand,
Nor where the Tanais laves the Scythian Land.
But why should I insist on these alone,
When thy vast Conquest the whole World shall own:
For thee Remains the distant British Shore,
Unbent by Roman Pow'r, a Conquest yet in Store;
For thee remains, the farthest torrid Zone,
Regions remote, and Countries yet unknown.
When thy vast Conquest the whole World shall own:
For thee Remains the distant British Shore,
Unbent by Roman Pow'r, a Conquest yet in Store;
For thee remains, the farthest torrid Zone,
Regions remote, and Countries yet unknown.
For Air does this terraqueous Globe surround,
And five Divisions in the Orb are found;
Two Parts whereof in chilly Regions lie
Perpetual Frosts, and an inclement Sky.
The Earth is there with Darkness wrap'd around,
And sullen Night sits brooding o'er the Ground:
No living Waters there the Earth divide,
Nor cheerful Streams in pleasant Wand'rings glide;
But everlasting Ice the Floods constrains,
And Drifts of Snow o'erspread the dreary Plains;
There never did the Sun diffuse a Ray,
Or give the cheerful Promise of a Day.
And five Divisions in the Orb are found;
Two Parts whereof in chilly Regions lie
Perpetual Frosts, and an inclement Sky.
The Earth is there with Darkness wrap'd around,
And sullen Night sits brooding o'er the Ground:
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Nor cheerful Streams in pleasant Wand'rings glide;
But everlasting Ice the Floods constrains,
And Drifts of Snow o'erspread the dreary Plains;
There never did the Sun diffuse a Ray,
Or give the cheerful Promise of a Day.
The Middle Regions feel the scorching Sun,
Whether he nearer brings our Summer on:
Or when he does a swifter Course display,
And wheels in Circles short the Wint'ry Day:
Therefore the Plough is never there in Use,
No Corn the Fields, nor Herbs the Lands produce;
No God indulgent makes the Fields his Care,
Bacchus and Ceres never visit there.
No Cattle there can graze the smoaking Ground;
There nothing that possesses Life is Found.
Whether he nearer brings our Summer on:
Or when he does a swifter Course display,
And wheels in Circles short the Wint'ry Day:
Therefore the Plough is never there in Use,
No Corn the Fields, nor Herbs the Lands produce;
No God indulgent makes the Fields his Care,
Bacchus and Ceres never visit there.
No Cattle there can graze the smoaking Ground;
There nothing that possesses Life is Found.
Between this freezing Cold, and scorching Heat,
Our temperate Zone is plac'd a happy Seat:
To this oppos'd, a fellow Climate lies,
The same Meridian holds, and temp'rate Skies.
Here first the stubborn Steer to toil was broke,
And Oxen bent their Neck beneath the Yoke.
Here Vines were taught their flexile Shoots to ease,
And hang their Clusters on the neighbouring Trees,
And Annual Harvest gave a large Increase.
Here first the Earth receiv'd the vexing Plough,
And first the Sea was rais'd with brazen Prow:
Then by degrees at distance Cities rise,
And swelling Walls and Tow'rs divide the Skies:
Our temperate Zone is plac'd a happy Seat:
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The same Meridian holds, and temp'rate Skies.
Here first the stubborn Steer to toil was broke,
And Oxen bent their Neck beneath the Yoke.
Here Vines were taught their flexile Shoots to ease,
And hang their Clusters on the neighbouring Trees,
And Annual Harvest gave a large Increase.
Here first the Earth receiv'd the vexing Plough,
And first the Sea was rais'd with brazen Prow:
Then by degrees at distance Cities rise,
And swelling Walls and Tow'rs divide the Skies:
Therefore where e'er by Fame thy Acts are hurl'd,
They shall be known by all in either World.
For me, I cannot so much Praise rehearse,
Tho' Phœbus should himself inspire my Verse.
But Valgius, he can swell a Warrior's Name;
Valgius next Homer in eternal Fame.
The Works will not my Leasure Hours decay,
Tho' Fortune vexes me, as is her way.
They shall be known by all in either World.
For me, I cannot so much Praise rehearse,
Tho' Phœbus should himself inspire my Verse.
But Valgius, he can swell a Warrior's Name;
Valgius next Homer in eternal Fame.
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Tho' Fortune vexes me, as is her way.
For I could once command a stately Seat,
Splendedly wealthy, and sublimely great:
And yellow Harvests waving o'er the Plain,
Seem'd to o'ercrowd my Fields with Golden Grain.
When my unnumber'd Flock of Flocks were fled,
And o'er the Hills in crowded Herds were spread:
Sufficient for their Lord my Lambs did stray,
And too, too many for the Beasts of Prey;
But now of every pleasing View bereft,
Reflection on their Loss is all I've left.
Fresh Grief I feel, and still repeated Cares,
Oft as I cast my Eye on former Years.
Splendedly wealthy, and sublimely great:
And yellow Harvests waving o'er the Plain,
Seem'd to o'ercrowd my Fields with Golden Grain.
When my unnumber'd Flock of Flocks were fled,
And o'er the Hills in crowded Herds were spread:
Sufficient for their Lord my Lambs did stray,
And too, too many for the Beasts of Prey;
But now of every pleasing View bereft,
Reflection on their Loss is all I've left.
Fresh Grief I feel, and still repeated Cares,
Oft as I cast my Eye on former Years.
But tho' the Fates with more severe Decrees,
Shall fix a Train of Heavier Woes than these:
Yet still unwearied with my Misery,
The Muse shall never fail to sing of thee.
Shall fix a Train of Heavier Woes than these:
Yet still unwearied with my Misery,
The Muse shall never fail to sing of thee.
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Nor will the Muse alone suffice to prove
How much I prize my Friend, how much I love.
For thee! I'd run the Hazard of the Sea,
And tempt the roughest of the Waves for thee.
For thee! I singly could whole Troops oppose,
Or throw my self, where flaming Ætna glows.
How much I prize my Friend, how much I love.
For thee! I'd run the Hazard of the Sea,
And tempt the roughest of the Waves for thee.
For thee! I singly could whole Troops oppose,
Or throw my self, where flaming Ætna glows.
And while I think you but regard my Name,
I neither wish the Lydian Realms to claim,
Nor the vast Honours of Gylippus' Fame:
Nor would I ask Apollo to inspire
My Muse with Homer's Strength and lasting Fire;
If but this humble Verse can pleasing be,
No Time shall stop my Tongue from praising thee.
I neither wish the Lydian Realms to claim,
Nor the vast Honours of Gylippus' Fame:
Nor would I ask Apollo to inspire
My Muse with Homer's Strength and lasting Fire;
If but this humble Verse can pleasing be,
No Time shall stop my Tongue from praising thee.
And when I've suffer'd Fate's unalter'd Doom,
Clos'd in the gloomy Mansion of a Tomb.
If Death in Time shall make his forceful Rape,
Or I survive, tho' in a different Shape:
If as a Horse I beat the dusty Plain,
Or in a Bull's Majestick Form remain;
Or if I as a Feather'd Fowl appear,
And beat with flutt'ring Wings the Fluid Air,
Or in a Humane Form increase my Days,
I'll always fill whole Volumes with thy Praise.
Clos'd in the gloomy Mansion of a Tomb.
If Death in Time shall make his forceful Rape,
Or I survive, tho' in a different Shape:
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Or in a Bull's Majestick Form remain;
Or if I as a Feather'd Fowl appear,
And beat with flutt'ring Wings the Fluid Air,
Or in a Humane Form increase my Days,
I'll always fill whole Volumes with thy Praise.
To MARS.
In Praise of Sulpicia.
In all her Charms is fair Sulpicia drest,
To grace thy Calends, and attend thy Feast;
To view the Maid, leave th' Ætherial Height;
Indulgent Venus will permit the Sight:
But come prepar'd, least Beauties' Influence move,
And sink the gazing Warrior into Love:
For when the angry God of fierce Desire,
Intends to set th' immortal Pow'rs on Fire;
He, to revive th' extinguish'd Torches, flies
To the bright Lustre of her sparkling Eyes.
To grace thy Calends, and attend thy Feast;
To view the Maid, leave th' Ætherial Height;
Indulgent Venus will permit the Sight:
But come prepar'd, least Beauties' Influence move,
And sink the gazing Warrior into Love:
For when the angry God of fierce Desire,
Intends to set th' immortal Pow'rs on Fire;
He, to revive th' extinguish'd Torches, flies
To the bright Lustre of her sparkling Eyes.
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Her ev'ry Action, every Motion warms
The Breast, with secret and resistless Charms;
Insensibly she fires, while Graces gay
Direct her Footsteps, and attend her Way.
The Breast, with secret and resistless Charms;
Insensibly she fires, while Graces gay
Direct her Footsteps, and attend her Way.
If loose, she waves the Tresses of her Hair,
The easy Negligence becomes the Fair;
If comb'd, the glossy Locks are ty'd behind,
In Fillets bound, or plated Braids confin'd:
The lovely Maid no less invites the Eye,
With study'd Dress, and artful Decency.
She fires with aweful Majesty when drest,
In glowing Purple, and the Tyrian Vest;
She fires us, when like soft descending Snows,
Around her Feet the shining Stola flows;
So on Olympus, everlasting Rise,
A Thousand Forms the gay Vertumnus tries,
Graceful in all, and Bright in each Disguise.
For her, the Tyrians fleecy Wooll infuse,
Twice to imbibe the Dye, and Purple Juice:
For her, what e'er his od'rous Harvest yields,
The rich Arabian sends from Spicy Fields;
For her, the Bord'rer on the Eastern Sea,
The Tawny Indian takes his toilsome Way,
Along the ruddy Sand, and shelly Shore,
To find the lucid Pearl, and shining Store.
Ye Vocal Nine, your tuneful Notes prepare,
And sing the Praises of the Heavenly Fair:
Hither Illustrious Phœbus come, and bring
The sounding Shell, and wake the Silver String;
And celebrate this Day, when it appears
In circ'ling Seasons, and revolving Years;
No Name like hers, so well becomes your Lays,
No Maid like her, so well deserves your Praise.
The easy Negligence becomes the Fair;
If comb'd, the glossy Locks are ty'd behind,
In Fillets bound, or plated Braids confin'd:
The lovely Maid no less invites the Eye,
With study'd Dress, and artful Decency.
She fires with aweful Majesty when drest,
In glowing Purple, and the Tyrian Vest;
She fires us, when like soft descending Snows,
Around her Feet the shining Stola flows;
So on Olympus, everlasting Rise,
A Thousand Forms the gay Vertumnus tries,
Graceful in all, and Bright in each Disguise.
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Twice to imbibe the Dye, and Purple Juice:
For her, what e'er his od'rous Harvest yields,
The rich Arabian sends from Spicy Fields;
For her, the Bord'rer on the Eastern Sea,
The Tawny Indian takes his toilsome Way,
Along the ruddy Sand, and shelly Shore,
To find the lucid Pearl, and shining Store.
Ye Vocal Nine, your tuneful Notes prepare,
And sing the Praises of the Heavenly Fair:
Hither Illustrious Phœbus come, and bring
The sounding Shell, and wake the Silver String;
And celebrate this Day, when it appears
In circ'ling Seasons, and revolving Years;
No Name like hers, so well becomes your Lays,
No Maid like her, so well deserves your Praise.
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Sulpicia to Cerinthus. III.
Whatever Savage Boar shall graze around
The level Plain, or seek the Woodland Ground;
I charge you not to hurt my Favourite Boy,
Nor for the Fight your whetted Tusks employ.
May Guardian Love himself the Youth defend,
Danger avert, and all his Steps attend:
Oh! may Diana, and her Virgin Train,
Forbear the Pastimes of the sportive Plain.
Fade the fresh Verdure of the Forest Grounds,
And fail the opening Dogs, and swift-foot Hounds.
The level Plain, or seek the Woodland Ground;
I charge you not to hurt my Favourite Boy,
Nor for the Fight your whetted Tusks employ.
May Guardian Love himself the Youth defend,
Danger avert, and all his Steps attend:
Oh! may Diana, and her Virgin Train,
Forbear the Pastimes of the sportive Plain.
Fade the fresh Verdure of the Forest Grounds,
And fail the opening Dogs, and swift-foot Hounds.
What Madness is it various Toils to lay,
T'enclose the woody Hills, and bushy Way;
Stretching thy Snares a-cross the rugged Lands,
While clinging Brambles raze thy Blood-stain'd Hands;
Or with a cautious Secrecy explore
The hidden Covert of the foamy Boar;
Attempt the Thicket which Access denies,
And tear with shaggy Thorn thy snowy Thighs.
T'enclose the woody Hills, and bushy Way;
Stretching thy Snares a-cross the rugged Lands,
While clinging Brambles raze thy Blood-stain'd Hands;
Or with a cautious Secrecy explore
The hidden Covert of the foamy Boar;
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And tear with shaggy Thorn thy snowy Thighs.
But yet might I with my Cerinthus stray,
Might I be Sharer in the dangerous Way.
Your Hunting Toils I jointly would prepare
Throw out the Net, and spread the meshy Snare:
The flying Footing of the Deer I'd trace,
Unlink the Hounds, and cheer them in the Chace;
Then every Shade would please, and all the Plains;
While tender Talk the Minutes entertains;
A fresher Verdure then shall cloth the Groves,
While when the Snares are set, we celebrate our Loves;
While all the Savage Rangers of the Plain
Shall from our Snares in Safety 'scape again;
Destructive Watching then shall be no more,
Nor Venus' eager Sports disturb the Tusky Boar.
Might I be Sharer in the dangerous Way.
Your Hunting Toils I jointly would prepare
Throw out the Net, and spread the meshy Snare:
The flying Footing of the Deer I'd trace,
Unlink the Hounds, and cheer them in the Chace;
Then every Shade would please, and all the Plains;
While tender Talk the Minutes entertains;
A fresher Verdure then shall cloth the Groves,
While when the Snares are set, we celebrate our Loves;
While all the Savage Rangers of the Plain
Shall from our Snares in Safety 'scape again;
Destructive Watching then shall be no more,
Nor Venus' eager Sports disturb the Tusky Boar.
But when I'm gone let Love desist to play,
Nor Venus warm thy Breast when I'm away;
Submit thee to Diana' chast Command,
And spread the Nets with an unsully'd Hand;
And may the Maid that violates my Love,
A Prey to fierce and savage Tygers prove.
Nor Venus warm thy Breast when I'm away;
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And spread the Nets with an unsully'd Hand;
And may the Maid that violates my Love,
A Prey to fierce and savage Tygers prove.
But you, Cerinthus, leave the Plains a while,
And to thy Father leave the sportive Toil;
And swiftly let me with thy Sight be blest,
To glad my Arms, and warm my impatient Breast.
And to thy Father leave the sportive Toil;
And swiftly let me with thy Sight be blest,
To glad my Arms, and warm my impatient Breast.
To Phoebus. IV.
Hither attend, and by thy healing Aid,
For rough Disease relieve my tender Maid;
Hither attend with thy propitious Care
Illustrious Phœbus with the flowing Hair:
Auspicious Power! at my Request draw nigh,
Nor scorn, with thy own Hands, the Med'cines to apply.
Take heed no hateful palid Hue be spread
O'er her pure Skin, or her fair Limbs invade;
And all she undergoes, and all we fear,
Throw in the Floods, or scatter in the Air:
Hither thou sacred Pow'r, and bring the Juice
Of Herbs, and all the Magick Songs you use,
Which raise the Spirits when with Pain oppress'd,
Support the Weak, and give the Wakeful Rest.
I beg you not to rack the tim'rous Boy,
Who does innumerable Vows employ
To ease his much-lov'd Maid, now Pray'rs are giv'n,
And now he blames the Gods, and rails at Heaven.
For rough Disease relieve my tender Maid;
Hither attend with thy propitious Care
Illustrious Phœbus with the flowing Hair:
Auspicious Power! at my Request draw nigh,
Nor scorn, with thy own Hands, the Med'cines to apply.
Take heed no hateful palid Hue be spread
O'er her pure Skin, or her fair Limbs invade;
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Throw in the Floods, or scatter in the Air:
Hither thou sacred Pow'r, and bring the Juice
Of Herbs, and all the Magick Songs you use,
Which raise the Spirits when with Pain oppress'd,
Support the Weak, and give the Wakeful Rest.
I beg you not to rack the tim'rous Boy,
Who does innumerable Vows employ
To ease his much-lov'd Maid, now Pray'rs are giv'n,
And now he blames the Gods, and rails at Heaven.
Cease my Cerinthus, and thy Fears remove,
The God will never injure those that love:
Do thou forever love, dismiss thy Fears,
Thy Maid's secure, then spare these falling Tears;
Those Tears reserve, and never let 'em flow
Till she forgets her Faith, and breaks her Vow.
But now the lovely Fair is all thy own,
Her Thoughts and Wishes tend to thee alone;
While all her Suiters, a deluded Train,
Wait at her Door, and supplicate in vain.
The God will never injure those that love:
Do thou forever love, dismiss thy Fears,
Thy Maid's secure, then spare these falling Tears;
Those Tears reserve, and never let 'em flow
Till she forgets her Faith, and breaks her Vow.
But now the lovely Fair is all thy own,
Her Thoughts and Wishes tend to thee alone;
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Wait at her Door, and supplicate in vain.
Phœbus be kind! what Praises will be due!
When you by healing One have succour'd Two!
Then thou well pleas'd when we invoke thy Name,
Shalt hear us loudly celebrate thy Fame,
And both appearing at thy hallow'd Shrine,
Return the Dues we owe, and offer Rites Divine;
Then all the Chorus of the Gods shall fill
Heav'n with thy Praise, and wish thy healing Skill.
When you by healing One have succour'd Two!
Then thou well pleas'd when we invoke thy Name,
Shalt hear us loudly celebrate thy Fame,
And both appearing at thy hallow'd Shrine,
Return the Dues we owe, and offer Rites Divine;
Then all the Chorus of the Gods shall fill
Heav'n with thy Praise, and wish thy healing Skill.
Sulpicia on the Birth-Day of Cerinthus. V.
This sacred Day for ever happy be,
Which gave Cerinthus to the World and me;
A Time, which I for ever shall prefer
To all the other Feasts that mark the Year.
The fatal Sisters on this glorious Day,
Sang mighty Conquests, and extended Sway;
O'er blooming Maids, and all the tender Train,
And gave thee an extended Length of Reign;
But I am fir'd with a superior Flame,
Yet pleas'd I own it, nor esteem it Shame,
Cerinthus, if thy Bosom feels the fame.
O! may thy Passion equal mine, I pray,
By all thy am'rous Theft, and tender Play;
By those dear Eyes of thine, and by the Pow'r,
Thy Genius, who preserves each circling Hour.
Which gave Cerinthus to the World and me;
A Time, which I for ever shall prefer
To all the other Feasts that mark the Year.
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Sang mighty Conquests, and extended Sway;
O'er blooming Maids, and all the tender Train,
And gave thee an extended Length of Reign;
But I am fir'd with a superior Flame,
Yet pleas'd I own it, nor esteem it Shame,
Cerinthus, if thy Bosom feels the fame.
O! may thy Passion equal mine, I pray,
By all thy am'rous Theft, and tender Play;
By those dear Eyes of thine, and by the Pow'r,
Thy Genius, who preserves each circling Hour.
Great Pow'r to Thee I Spice profusely throw,
Then hear my Pray'r, and listen to my Vow.
May the dear Youth, when e'er he hears my Name.
Glow with a kindly Warmth, and am'rous Flame;
But if in Falshood vers'd, and Treachery,
He sends his Vows to any Maid but me:
For such perfidious Acts, thou Pow'r Divine,
Desert thy Altars, and forsake thy Shrine.
Then hear my Pray'r, and listen to my Vow.
May the dear Youth, when e'er he hears my Name.
Glow with a kindly Warmth, and am'rous Flame;
But if in Falshood vers'd, and Treachery,
He sends his Vows to any Maid but me:
For such perfidious Acts, thou Pow'r Divine,
Desert thy Altars, and forsake thy Shrine.
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Nor you, O! Venus, inauspicious prove,
To let Cerinthus violate our Love;
O! grant that we devoted both to thee,
May love alike, or set my Fetters free;
But rather both in lasting Bonds confine,
Bonds, which nor Time, nor Age may e'er dis-join.
Cerinthus' Wishes are the same I know,
While he in Privacy prefers his Vow,
Left publickly his Cheeks with Blushes glow.
To let Cerinthus violate our Love;
O! grant that we devoted both to thee,
May love alike, or set my Fetters free;
But rather both in lasting Bonds confine,
Bonds, which nor Time, nor Age may e'er dis-join.
Cerinthus' Wishes are the same I know,
While he in Privacy prefers his Vow,
Left publickly his Cheeks with Blushes glow.
But thou! O! Genial Pow'r, what he requires
Grant, or his publick, or his close Desires.
Grant, or his publick, or his close Desires.
To Juno. VI.
Thou Sacred Power! fav'ring, receive whate'er
Of Spices we in od'rous Heaps prefer!
While waiting at thy Shrine Sulpicia stands,
And loads thy Altars with her snowy Hands.
Thee to adore, the due observant Fair,
Is dress'd with curious Art and nicest Care:
Yet though she honours thee with Rites like these,
There's one in secret she desires to please.
Of Spices we in od'rous Heaps prefer!
While waiting at thy Shrine Sulpicia stands,
And loads thy Altars with her snowy Hands.
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Is dress'd with curious Art and nicest Care:
Yet though she honours thee with Rites like these,
There's one in secret she desires to please.
And you, O! Goddess, grant their Flame may last,
And equal Fetters to Cerinthus cast:
With such united Force secure their Love,
That none may th' unalter'd Charm remove:
May no new Beauty influence his Eye,
Nor she for any Youth in secret Sigh;
Deceive the Spy, who every Hour employs
To watch their Ways, and interrupt their Joys.
May Love instruct 'em, in his artful Slight,
And teach a thousand Ways to blind his Sight.
Come, Goddess, come, and grant my earnest Pray'r,
In Purple rob'd, and glowing from afar;
While thrice we offer Cates before thy Shrine,
And thrice Libations pour of Purple Wine.
Her Mother teaches her with pious Care,
For what to make her Vows, and raise her Pray'r.
But she, whose Bosom's fir'd with eager Flame,
In secret prays for what she dare not name.
She burns, she glows, with new and fierce Desires,
As on the Altars blaze the hasty Fires.
Pleas'd with the Pain, she chooses to endure,
And tho' 'tis in her Power she slights the Cure,
So make Sulpicia to Cerinthus dear,
That in the Circuit of another Year
We may the happy faithful Pair behold
Secure, and Love, in frequent Vows, grown old.
And equal Fetters to Cerinthus cast:
With such united Force secure their Love,
That none may th' unalter'd Charm remove:
May no new Beauty influence his Eye,
Nor she for any Youth in secret Sigh;
Deceive the Spy, who every Hour employs
To watch their Ways, and interrupt their Joys.
May Love instruct 'em, in his artful Slight,
And teach a thousand Ways to blind his Sight.
Come, Goddess, come, and grant my earnest Pray'r,
In Purple rob'd, and glowing from afar;
While thrice we offer Cates before thy Shrine,
And thrice Libations pour of Purple Wine.
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For what to make her Vows, and raise her Pray'r.
But she, whose Bosom's fir'd with eager Flame,
In secret prays for what she dare not name.
She burns, she glows, with new and fierce Desires,
As on the Altars blaze the hasty Fires.
Pleas'd with the Pain, she chooses to endure,
And tho' 'tis in her Power she slights the Cure,
So make Sulpicia to Cerinthus dear,
That in the Circuit of another Year
We may the happy faithful Pair behold
Secure, and Love, in frequent Vows, grown old.
Sulpicia to Venus. VII.
Love smiling comes, whose Power I should conceal,Nor tell those Joys I blush when I reveal.
Him Cytheræa mov'd by my Request,
Has brought, and lodg'd the Favourite in my Breast:
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And now performs the Promises she made.
Let them who have no Pleasures of their own
Repeat my Joys, and make my Triumphs known;
No Letters shall contain the dear Delight,
No Pen shall such excessive Raptures write,
No one shall know my Joy, 'till me they see,
And hear the glad Relation told by me:
Sweet is the Crime, yet still the noisy Fame
That Rumour spreads, will set my Cheeks on Flame;
When every one shall hear the Tale with Joy,
And speak me worthy of the lovely Boy.
Sulpicia to Messala. VIII.
Thy Birth-Day comes, but no Diversion yields,In th' unpleasant, lonely Country Fields;
And while my dear Cerinthus is away,
'Twill prove a dull and an unpleasant Day.
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Should Maids in Villages be hid from Sight?
Confin'd in cold unpleasant Country Fields,
Nip'd by the Winds bleak Eretinus yields;
Rather, Messala, in the City stay,
Nor tempt a tiresome incommodious Way;
For I in Town shall leave my Soul behind,
Where'er contrary to my Will, confin'd.
Tibullus to Messala , on his Birth-Day. IX.
You know Sulpicia hates the toilsome Way,Let her in Town observe the joyful Day.
Here we together, will our Mirth renew,
Upon a Day which comes unwish'd by you.
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Sulpicia to Cerinthus. X.
The most obliging Carelesness you've shownWith conscious Gratitude I freely own;
To leave my Conduct wholly in my Power,
Nor fear th' Effects of an unguarded Hour:
No, rather let those Fears and Cares be shown
For some mean Prostitute about the Town.
Let the vile common Wretch deserve thy Care,
And not Sulpicia, Noble Servius' Heir.
Thy Rivals have my Actions in their View,
And fear my Slips of Conduct more than you.
Sulpicia to Cerinthus. XI.
Tell me, Cerinthus, in whose Love I'm blest,Say does an equal Flame inspire thy Breast
With that which racks my Heart, and breaks my Rest:
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Unless I thought my Cure would pleasure thee.
But what avails my Cure, or my Relief,
Since unconcern'd you see my Pain and Grief?
Sulpicia to Cerinthus. XII.
My Life! may I be less esteem'd by youThan what I thought my self some Days ago?
If any Fault, if any trifling Crime
Of all my youthful Hours, and foolish Time,
E'er vex'd me more, than what I've lately done
Abruptly, leaving you last Night alone.
'Twas Slight; the little Artifice I try'd
To blind my Passion which I strove to hide.
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To his Mistress. XIII.
No Woman shall estrange my Heart from you;Venus is Witness to our solemn Vow:
Thy pleasing Charms can glad my Eyes alone,
And besides thee throughout the numerous Town
I cannot find a Maid deserves my Care,
Or view a Face that's tolerably fair.
And, O! that fair to me alone you prove,
Let others Scorn make me secure in Love.
Wherefore shou'd I another's Envy raise?
I slight the Glory of the publick Praise.
Vain Ostentation! let the Man that's wise
Rejoice in secret, when he gains a Prize:
With thee in lonely Woods I'd spend my Days,
Where never Humane Foot has press'd the Ways:
“Rest of my Cares! thou can'st the Night exclude,
“And from a Desert banish Solitude.
If from the Heaven should some Cœlestial Fair
Be sent, I would not think her worth my Care:
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Prefer to every other Deity.
But hold! unguarded Fool, what is't I do,
To lay the tenderest of my Thoughts to View
Now you'll insult me, now your Pow'r is strong,
This Evil comes from my licentious Tongue.
Subservient to your Will your Slave will prove,
Nor quit the Service of the Maid I love:
For I, confin'd by Love, in Magick Bands,
Will sit at Venus' Shrine with Fetter'd Hands,
Her Anger does the faithless Train pursue,
And her Assistance aids the suppliant Crew.
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On the Baseness of his Mistress. XIV.
Report relates the Baseness of my Fair,O! I could wish I had no Pow'r to hear,
Those Crimes with Torture do my Bosom fill;
Why do you vex me then? Report, be still.
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