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Epigrams theological, philosophical, and romantick

Six books, also the Socratic Session, or the Arraignment and Conviction, of Julius Scaliger, with other Select Poems. By S. Sheppard

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THE ADVENTUROUS Bard. OR (UXORIOUS) ORPHEUS His Descent.
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THE ADVENTUROUS Bard. OR (UXORIOUS) ORPHEUS His Descent.

VVhile Sweet Euridice in flight
Invok'd the sad and shady night,
For to abscond her from the eye
Of him that sought her lustfully,
The chaste soule as she fled ne're spide
A Snake (by whose fell sting she di'd)
Lurking i'th rank grown grasse, but all
The Dryad's at her funerall

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Wept on high Pangæa, and
The Rodopeian Towers, the Land
Of Rhæsus, yea the Gets for woe,
Athenian, Orythia too,
But he his sick soule solacing,
Oft to his instrument would sing
Of his lov'd Wife o'th shoare alone,
Morning, nor night could end his moane,
He through the gloomie wood did venter,
Plutos greisly cave to enter
To'th Ghosts, and their grim King he went
Hearts that to prayers did ne're relent:
From Hells dark nookes the Ghosts do throng,
Even shadowes moved by his song,
Came forth by thousands, as a flight
Of little Birds i'th woods, whom night
Or showers, do thither drive in shoales,
Ghosts of both sexes, the great soules
Of Heroes, and of Virgins there,
Youths buried ere their parents were,

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Whom swart Cocytus banks inclose,
And that black poole that never flowes,
Styx nine times 'bout it rowles his waves,
Hells inmost Vaults, and torturing Caves
Were op't, th'Eumenides forbeare
To menace with their snakie haire,
Yea, Cerberus to bark refraines,
Ixions wheele unmoov'd remaines,
Returning not least touch'd bad he
Behind him, his Euridice
Restord to life (for this accord
Proserpine made with her black Lord)
Forgetfull love a frenzie wrought,
But triviall, could Fiends pardon ought
Neare to the light, forgetfull he
Must needs vie with Euridice:
Which frustrates all the paines he took,
The Tyrants Covenant is broke,

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And thrice Avernus lake resounds
Thus she,
Euridice
To Orpheus.
What madness thus confounds
Thy self and me, stern Fates surprize
Me back, Deaths slumbers close my eyes,
Farwell; Im'e summond, and must goe
Back to the yron Isle of Woe:

As smoak fleets, so she vanishd there,
And left him for to claspe the ayre,
Hee'd try againe, no more, alas,
Will churlish Charon let him passe.
What should he do, the Fiends do move
With teares, with Prayers, the Gods above:

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His cold Wife ferried thence away
In Charons boate, seven Moneths they say
Weeping nere Strymons forfeit waves
In dark and solitary Caves,
To hard Rocks did his Ills lament,
Trees mov'd, and Tygers did relent,
So Philomel on an Orange Tree,
Wailes her youngs losse, whom cruelly
A Husbandman ere fleg'd for flight,
Snatch'd thence, she spends in griefe the night,
From a bough sings her sorrow there
With moanes filling the places neare,
Now heavenly Muse with Art relate
The Thracian Poets future fate,
Nor Venus, or bright Hymens rites
Mov'd him, wandring in woefull plights,
Ore Riphæan fields, where frost er'e lies
Scythian yce, snowy Tanais,

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Bewailing Plutos bootlesse boone,
And that againe his Wife was gone.
Those Dames whose beds he did despise,
Raging in Bacchus Sacrifice:
His limbs they strowd ore th' fields abroad,
When swift Oeagrian Hebrus flood,
His ravishd head did beare along
Euridice, his dying tongue
Ah poore Euridice did resound,
Which words, the banks did ecchoe round.
His Father Phœbus made more mone,
Then when he lost his Phaeton:
(Some do avouch that for three dayes
He left his Carre, put off his Rayes)
To see his Orpheus rudely rent,
Vp to Olympus streight he went,
Fell at Joves feet, of him desires
A Tombe, he grants what he requires:

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His Sonns torne limbs he up doth gather
(Wailing like to some earthly Father)
Burying them in the milkie-way,
Caus'd by a bright refulgent ray,
He darts with a Paternal care
On his lov'd Orpheus Sepulcher,
Here Orpheus sits, and sweetly sings
And strongly strikes the quavering strings,
When Jove, and all the gods do come,
(For they must reeds passe by this Tombe)
Vnto their Senate House, and there,
Determine for to smight or spare:
Still-ever-clogd-vicious-mankind
Here the sweet singer is confin'd:
Yet in no worse a prison lies
Then what immures the Dieties.
The End.
 

Aristæus.