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Like him in birth, thou should'st be like in / No crime so bold, but would be understood fame,
A real, or at least a seeming good : As thine his fate, if mine had been his flame) Who fears not to do ill, yet fears the name, But whosoe'er it was, Nature design'd
And free from conscience, is a slave to fame : First a brave place, and then as brave a mind. Thus he the church at once protects, and spoils : Not to recount those several kings, to whom But princes' swords are sharper than their It gave a cradle, or to whom a tomb;
styles. But thee great Edward?, and thy greater son, And thus to th' ages past he makes amends, (The lilies which his father wore, he won) Their charity destroys, their faith defends. And thy Bellona3, who the consort came
Then did Religion in a lazy cell, Not only to thy bed, but to thy fame,
In empty, airy contemplations dwell ; She to the triumph led one captive 4 king
And like the block, unmoved lay : but ours, And brought that son, which did the second 4 As much too active, like the stork devours. bring.
Is there no temperate region can be known, Then didst thou found that Order (whether love Betwixt their frigid, and our torrid zone? Or victory thy royal thoughts did move): Could we not wake from that lethargic dream, Each was a noble cause, and nothing less
But to be restless in a worse extreme ? Than the design, has been the great success : And for that lethargy was there no cure, Which foreign kings and emperors esteem
But to be cast into a calenture ? The second honour to their diadem.
Can knowledge have no bound, but must advance Had thy great Destiny but given thee skill So far, to make us wish for ignorance ; To know, as well as power to act her will, And rather in the dark to grope our way, That from those kings, who then thy captives Than led by a false guide to err by day? were,
Who sees these dismal heaps, but would demand In after-times should spring a royal pair,
What barbarous invader sack'd the land ? Who should possess all that thy mighty power, But when he hears, no Goth, no Turk did bring, Or thy desires more mighty, did devour: This desolation, but a Christian king; To whom their better fate reserves whate'er When nothing, but the name of zeal, appears The victor hopes for, or the vanquish'd fear ; "Twixt our best actions and the worst of theirs : That blood, which thou and thy great grand- What does he think our sacrilege would spare, sire shed,
When such th' effects of our devotions are? And all that since these sister nations bled,
Parting from thence 'twixt anger, shame, and Had been unspilt, and happy Edward known
fear, That all the blood he spilt, had been his own. Those for what's past, and this for what's too When he that patron chose, in whom are join'd
near, Soldier and martyr, and his arms confin'd My eye descending from the hill, surveys Within the azure circle, he did seem
Where Thames among the wanton vallies strays. But to foretel, and prophecy of him.
Thames, the most lov'd of all the Ocean's sons Who to his realms that azure round hath join'd, By his old sire, to his embraces runs; Which Nature for their bound at first design'd. Hasting to pay his tribute to the sea, That bound which to the world's extremest Like mortal life to meet eternity. ends,
Though with those streams he no resemblance Endless itself, its liquid arms extends.
hold, Nor doth be need those emblems which we paint, Whose foam is amber, and their gravel gold; But is himself the soldier and the saint.
His genuine and less guilty wealth t explore, Here should my wonder dwell, and here my Search not his bottom, but survey his shore; praise,
O’er which he kindly spread his spacious wing, But my fix'd thoughts my wandering eye be- And hatches plenty for th' ensuing spring. trays,
Nor then destroys it with too fond a stay, Viewing a neighbouring hill, whose top of late Like mothers which their infants overlay; A chapel crown'd till in the common fate Nor with a sudden and impetuous wave, Th' adjoining abbey fell : (may no such storm Like profuse kings, resumes the wealth he gave, Fall on our times, where ruin must reform !) No unexpected inundations spoil Tell me, my Muse, what monstrous dire of The mower's hopes, nor mock the plowman's fence,
toil: What crime could any Christian king incense But god-like his unweary'd bounty flows; To such a rage? Was't luxury, or lust!
First loves to do, then loves the good he does. Was he so temperate, so chaste, so just ? Nor are his blessings to his banks confin'd, Were these their crimes? They were his own But free, and common, as the sea of wind ; much more :
When he, to boast or to disperse his stores, But wealth is crime enough to him that's poor; Full of the tributes of his grateful shores, Who, having spent the treasures of his crown, Visits the world, and in his flying towers Condemns their luxury to feed his own.
Brings home to us, and makes both Indies ours : And yet this act, to varnish o'er the shame Finds wealth where 'tis, bestows it where it wants, Of sacrilege, must bear Devotion's name. Cities in deserts, woods in cities plants.
So that to us no thing, no place is strange, Edward III. and the Black Prince.
While his fair bosom is the world's exchange. 3 Queen Philippa.
O could I now like thee, and make thy streams * The kings of France and Scotland.
My great example, as it is my theme !
Though deep, yet clear; though gentle, yet not | His soft repose, when the unexpected sound
Of dogs, and men, his wakeful ear does wound : Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full. Rouz'd with the noise, he scarce believes his Heaven her Eridanus no more shall boast;
ear, Whose fame in thine, like lesser current, 's lost Willing to think th' illusions of his fear Thy nobler streams shall visit Jove's abodes, Had given this false aların, but straight his view To shine among the stars 5, and bathe the gods. Confirms, that more than all ho fears is trie. Here Nature, whether more intent to please Betray'd in all his strengths, the wood beset, Us for herself, with strange varieties,
All instruments, all arts of ruin met, (For things of wonder give no less delight, He calls to mind his strength, and then his To the wise maker's, than beholder's sight.
But fear prevails, and bids him trust bis feet.
Has lost the chasers, and his ear the cry;
Or chases him from thence, or from him tlies, The stream is so transparent, pure and clear, Like a declining statesman, left forlorn That had the self enamour'd youth gaz'd here, To his friends' pity, and pursuers' scorn, So fatally deceiv'd he had not been,
With shame remembers, while himself was one While be the bottom, not his face had seen. Of the same herd, himself the same had done, But his proud head the airy mountain hides Thence to the coverts and the conscious groves, Among the clouds; his shoulders and his sides The scenes of his past triumphs, and his loves; A shady mantle clothes; his curled brows Sadly surveying where le rang'd alone Frown on the gentle stream, which calmly Prince of the soil, and all the herd his own ; flows;
And like a bold knight-errant did proclain While winds and storms his lofty forehead beat : Combat to all, and bore away the dame; The common fate of all that's high or great. And taught the woods to echo to the stream Low at his foot a spacious plain is plac'd, His dreadful challenge, and his clashing beim ; Between the mountain and the stream em- Yet faintly now declines the fatal strife, brac'd,
So much his love was dearer than his life. Which shade and shelter from the hill derives, Now every leaf, and every moving breath While the kind river wealth and beauty gives ; Presents a foe, and every foe a death. And in the mixture of all these appears
Weary'd, forsaken, and pursued, at last
All safety in despair of safety plac'd,
All their assaults, since 'tis in vain to fear.
But when he sees the eager chase renew'd, Tis still the same, although their airy shape Himself by dogs, the dogs by men pursued, All but a quick poetic sight escape.
He straight revokes his bold resolve, and more There Faunus and Sylvanus keep their courts, Repents his courago, than his fear before; And thither all the horned bost resorts
Finds that uncertain ways unsafest are, To graze the ranker mead, that noble herd, And doubt a greater mischief than despair. On whose sublime and shady fronts is rear'd Then to the stream, when neither friends, nor Nature's great master-piece; to show how soon
force, Great things are made, but sooner are undone, Nor speed, nor art avail, he shapes his course ; Here have I seen the king, when great affairs Thinks not their rage so desperate to essay Gave leave to slacken and unbend his cares, An element more merciless than they. Attended to the chase by all the flower
But fearless they pursue, nor can the flood Of youth, whose hopes a nobler prey devour: Quench their dire thirst ! alas, they thirst for Pleasure with praise, and danger they would
So towards a sbip the oar-finn'd gallies ply, And wish a foe that would not only fly. Which wanting sea to ride, or wind to fly, The stag, now conscious of his fatal growth, Stands but to fall reveng'd on those that dare At once indulgent to his fear and sloth,
Tempt the last fury of extreme despair : To some dark covert his retreat had made, So fares the stag, among th' enraged houpds, Where no man's eye, nor heaven's should in- Repels their force, and wounds returns for vade
And as a hero, whom his baser foes
Though prodigal of life, disdains to die
coast of Carthage, he was received by queen By common hands; but if he can descry
Dido, who, after the feast, desires him to Some nobler foe approach, to him he calls,
make the relation of the destruction of Troy; And begs his fate, and then contented falls.
which is the Argument of this book. So when the king a mortal shaft lets fly, From his unerring hand, then, glad to die,
W, Proud of the wound, to it resigns his blood,
hile all with silence and attention wait, And stains the crystal with a purple flood.
Thus speaks Æneas from the bed of state ; This a more innocent and happy chase,
Madam, when you command us to review Than when of old, but in the self-same place, Our fate, you make our old wounds bleed Fair Liberty pursued', and meant a prey
anew, To lawless Power, here turn'd, and stood at
And all those sorrows to my sense restore,
Whereof none saw so much, none suffer'd When in that remedy all hope was plac'd, Which was, or should have been at least the last. Not the most cruel of our conquering foes Here was that charter seal'd, wherein the So unconcern'dly can relate our woes,
As not to lend a tear, then how can I All marks of arbitrary power lays down:
Repress the horrour of my thoughts, which Tyrant and slave, those names of hate and fear,
fly The happier stile of king and subject bear:
The said remembrance ? Now th' expiring Happy, when both to the same center move,
night When kings give liberty, and subjects love.
And the declining stars to rest invite; Therefore not long in force this charter stood;
Yet since 'tis your command, what you so well Wanting that seal, it must be seal'd in bi od. Are pleas'd to hear, I cannot grieve to tell. The subjects arm'd, the more their prin es gave, By Fate repell’d, and with repulses tird, Th’advantage only took, the more to crave :
The Greeks, so many lives and years expir'd, Till kings, by giving give themselves away,
A fabric like a moving mountain frame, And even that power, that should deny, be- Pretending vows for their return; this fame tray,
(viles, Divulges ; then within the beast's vast womb “ Who gives constrain'd, but his own fear re
The choice and flower of all their troops enNot thank'd, but scoru'd ; nor are they gifts, but
In view the isle of Tenedos, once high Thus kings, by grasping more than they could In fame and wealth, while Troy remain'd, doth hold,
lie, First made their subjects, hy oppression bold;
(Now but an unsecure and open bay) And popular sway, by forcing kings to give
Thither by stealth the Greeks their feet conMore than was fit for subjects to receive,
vey. Ran to the same extremes; and one excess
We gave them gone, and to Mycenæ sail'd, Made both, by striving to be greater, less.
And Troy revivid, her mourning face unvail'd; When a calm river, rais'd with sudden rains,
All through th' unguarded gates with joy re
sort Or snows dissolv'd, o'erflows th' adjoining plains, The husbandmen with bigh-rajs'd banks secure
To see the sligbted camp, the racant port. Their greedy hopes; and this he can endure.
Here lay Ulysses, there Achilles ; here But if with bays and dams they strive to force
The battle join'd, the Grecian feet rode there; His channel to a new, or narrow course ;
But the vast pile th' amazed vulgar views, No longer then within his banks he dwells,
Till they their reason in their wonder lose. First to a torrent, then a deluge swells:
And first Thy mætes moves (urg'd by the Stronger and fiercer by restraint he roars,
But Capys and the graver sort thought fit
Divided stands, till from the tower, enrag'd
Laocoon ran, whom all the crowd attends.
friends) SECOND BOOK OF VIRGIL'S ÆNEIS. To think them gone? Judge rather their re
But a design, their gifts but a deceit;
Or from within by fraud, or from without
By force; yet kuow ye not Ulysses' shifts ? The first book speaks of Æneas's voyage by sea, Their swords less danger carry than their and how, being cast by tempest upon the gifts.”
(This said) against the horse's side his spear 6 Runny Mead.
He throws, which treinbles with enclosed fear,
AN ESSAY ON THE
Whilst from the hollows of his womb proceed Chiefly when this stupendous pile was ras'd,
• A virgin's slaughter did the storm appease,
Their safe retreat another Grecian's blood At once the taker, and at once the prey ;
Must purchase.' All at this confounded stood; Firmly prepar'd, of one event securd,
Each thinks himself the man, the fear on all Or of his death or bis design assur'd.
Of what, the mischief but on one can fall. The Trojan youth about the captive flock, Then Calchas (by Ulysses first inspir'd) To wonder, or to pity, or to mock.
Was urg'd to name whom th' angry gods reNow hear the Grecian fraud, and from this one
quird ; Conjecture all the rest.
Yet was I warn'd (for many were as well Disarm'd, disorder'd, casting round his eyes Inspir'd as he, and did my fate foretel) On all the troops that guarded him, he cries, Ten days the prophet in suspence remain'd, " What land, what sea, for me what fate at- Would no man's fate pronounce; at last, contends?
strain'd Caught by my foes, condemned by my friends, By Ithacus, he solemnly design'd Incensed Troy a wretched captive seeks
Me for the sacrifice ; the people join'd To sacrifice; a fugitive, the Greeks."
In glad consent, and all their common fear To pity this complaint our former rage
Determine in my fate. The day drew near, Converts, we now inquire his parentage,
The sacred rites prepard, my temples crown'd What of their counsels or affairs he knew : With holy wreaths; then I confess I found Then fearless he replies, Great king, to you The means to my escape, my bonds I brake, All truth I shall relate: nor first can I
Fled from my guards, and in a muddy lake Myself to be of Grecian birth deny;
Amongst the sedges all the night lay hid, And though my outward state misfortune hath Till they their sails had hoist (if so they did). Deprest thus low, it cannot reach my faith. And now, alas ! no hope remains for me You may by chance have heard the famous My home, my father, and my sons to see, name
Whom they, enrag'd, will kill for my offence, Of Palamede, who from old Belus came,
And punish, for my guilt, their innocence, Whom, but for voting peace, the Greeks pursue, Those gods who know the truths I now relate, Accus'd unjustly, then unjustly slew,
That faith which yet remains inviolate Yet mourn'd his death. My father was his By mortal men; by these I beg, redress friend,
My causeless-widngs, and pity such distress.” And me to his commands did recommend, And now true pity in exchange he finds While laws and counsels did his throne support; For bis false tears, his tongue his hands un. I but a youth, yet some esteem and port
binds. We then did bear, till by Ulysses' craft
“ Then spake the king, Be ours, whoe'er thou (Things known I speak) he was of life bereft:
art, Since in dark sorrow I my days did spend, Forget the Greeks. But first the truth impart, Till now, disdaining his unworthy end,
Why did they raise, or to what use intend I could not silence my complaints, but vow'd This pile? to a war-like, or religious end ?” Revenge, if ever fate or chance allow'd
Skilful in fraud (his native art), his hands My wish'd return to Greece; from hence his Toward Heaven he rais'd, deliver'd now from hate,
bands. From thence my crimes, and all my ills bear “ Ye pure æthereal flames, ye powers ador'd date :
By mortal men, ye altars, and the sword Old guilt fresh malice gives; the peoples' ears I scap'd, ye sacred fillets that involv'd He fills with rumours, and their hearts with My destin'd head, grant I may stand absolv'd fears,
From all their laws and rights, renounce ail And then the prophet to his party drew. But why do I these thankless truths pursue : Of faith or love, their secret thoughts proclaim; Or why defer your rage? on me, for all Only, O Troy, preserve thy faith to me, The Greeks, let your revenging fury fall. If what I shall relate preserveth thee. Ulysses this, th’ Atridæ this desire
From Pallas' favour, all our hopes, and all At any rate.” We straight are set on fire Counsels and actions, took original, (Copractis'd in such mysteries, to inquire Till Diomed (for such attempts made fit The manner and the cause, which thus he By dire conjunction with Ulysses' wit) told,
Assails the sacred tower, the guards they slay, With gestures humble, as his tale was bold. Defile with bloody hands, and thence convey “ Oft have the Greeks (the siege detesting) The fatal image; straight with our success tir'd
Our hopes fell back, whilst prodigies express With tedious war, a stolen retreat desir'd, Her just disdain, her flaming eyes did throw And would to Heaven they'd gone : but still dis- Flashes of lightning, from each part did flow may'd
A briny sweat, thrice brandishing her spear, By seas or skies, unwillingly they stay'd. Her statue from the ground itself did rear;
Then, that we should our sacrilege restore, Some dance, some haul the rope; at last let And re-convey their gods from Argos' shore,
down Calchas persuades, till then we urge in vain It enters with a thundering noise the town, The fate of Troy. To measure back the main Oh Troy, the seat of gods, in war renown'd! They all consent, but to return again,
Three times it struck, as oft the clashing sound When reinforc'd with aids of gods and men. Of arms was heard, yet blinded by the power Thus Calchas; then, instead of that, this pile Of Fate, we place it in the sacred tower. To Pallas was design'd; to reconcile
Cassandra then foretels th' event, but she Th’ offended power, and expiate our guilt; Finds no belief (such was the gods' decree.) To this vast height and monstrous stature built, The altars with fresh flowers we crown, and Lest, through your gates receiv'd, it might re
In feasts that day, which was (alas !) our last. Your vows to her, and her defence to you. Now by the revolution of the skies, But if this sacred gift you disesteem,
Night's sable shadows from the ocean rise, The cruel plagues (which Heaven divert on Which heaven and earth, and the Greek frauds them!)
involv'd. Shall fall on Priam's state : but ifthe horse The city in secure repose dissolv'd, Your walls ascend, assisted by your force, When from the admiral's high poop appears A league'gainst Greece all Asia shall contract: A light, by which the Argive squadron steers Our sons then suffering what their sires would Their silent course to llium's well-known shore,
When Sinon (sav'd by the gods' partial power) Thus by his fraud and our own faith o'er-Opens the horse, and through the unlockt doors A feigned tear destroys us, against whom (come, To the free air the armed freight restores : Tydides nor Achilles could prevail,
Ulysses, Sthenelens, Tisander, slide Nor ten years conflict, nor a thousand sail. Down by a rope, Machaon was their guide; This seconded by a most sad portent,
Atrides, Pyrrhus, Thoas, Athamas, Which credit to the first imposture lent; And Epeus, who the fraud's contriver was: Laocoon, Neptune's priest, upon the day The gates they seize ; the guards, with sleep Devoted to that god, a bull did slay.
and wine When two prodigious serpents were descry'd, Opprest, surprise, and then their forces join. Whose circling strokes the sea's smooth face 'Twas then, when the first sweets of sleep r divide;
pair Above the deep they raise their scaly crests, Our bodies spent with toil, our minds with care, And stem the flood with their erected breasts, (The gods best gift) when, bath'd in tears and Their winding tails advance and steer their
Before my face lamenting Hector stood, And 'gainst the shore the breaking billows force. His aspect such when, soil'd with bloody dust, Now landing, from their brandish'd tongues there Dragg’d by the cords which through his feet came,
were thrust : A dreadful hiss, and from their eyes a flame. By his insulting foe, O how transform'd Amaz'd we fly; directly in aline
How much unlike that Hector, who return'd Laocoon they pursue, and first entwine
Clad in Achilles' spoils : when he among (Each preying upon one) his tender sons; A thousand ships, (like Jove) his lightning flung! Then him, who armed to their rescue runs, His horrid beard and knotted tresses stood They seiz'd, and with entangling foes embracd, Stiff with his gore, and all his wounds ran blood: His neck twice compassing, and twice his waist : Intranc'd Ilay, then (weeping) said, “ The joy, Their poisonous knots he strives to break and The hope and stay of thy'declining Troy ! tear,
What region held thee, whence so much desir'd, While slime and blood his sacred wreaths be- Art thou restor'd to us consum'd and tir'd smear;
With toils and deaths; but what sad cause conThen loudly roars, as when th' enraged bull
founds From th' altar flies, and from his wounded skull Thy once fair looks,or why appearthose wounds?" Shakes the huge axe; the conquering serpents Regardless of my words, he no reply To cruel Pallas' altar, and their lie
[Ay Returns, but with a dreadful groan doth cry, Under her feet, within her shield's extent. “ Fly from the flame, O goddess-born, our walls We, in our fears, conclude this fate was sent The Greeks possess, and Troy confounded falls Justly on him, who struck the sacred oak From all her glories ; if it might have stood With bis accursed lance. Then to invoke By any power, by this right hand it should. The goddess, and let in the fatal horse,
What man could do, by me for Troy was done, We all consent.
Take here her reliques and her gods, to run A spacious breach we make, and Troy's proud With them thy fate, with them new walls exwall.
pect, Built by the gods, by her own hands doth fall; Which, tost on seas, thou shall at last erect:" Thus all their help to their own ruin give, Then brings old Vesta from her sacred quire, Some draw with cords and some the monster Her holy wreaths, and her eternal fire. drive
Meanwhile the walls with doubtful cries resound With rolls and levers : thus our works it climbs, From far (for shady coverts did surround Big with our fate; the youth with songs and My father's house); approaching still more nei rhimes,
The clash of arms, and voice of men we hear :