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Yet Damon did from Travel find Relief,
And absence soon remov'd the ragiog Grief.
In Fires like mine successless Damon burn'd,
Diseas'd he parted, and he found return'd.
I too th’uncertain Remedy will try,
And to less cruel Seas and Rocks will fly.

For Flanders then, since you're resolv’d, prepare;
Flanders, the Scene of Glory and of War!
Or, if a better Choice and nobler Fire
Does greater Arms, and greater Thoughts inspire,
Hungarian Rebels, and unchristian Foes,
("Tis a vast Field of Honour, Friend,) oppose.
By God-like Poland born, and Lorrain foon
The Cross shall triumph o'er the waning Moon.
There you the cruel Ravage may admire ;
And Austria, desolate by Barb’rous Fire,
May curse the dire Effe&ts of civil Rage;
Oh in what Ills Religion can engage!
There sure with Horror your diverted Mind
Some Truce may with this finaller Passion find.

AS CHINES. Cynisca, oh unkind ! farewel, I go, By thee condemn’d to distant Countries; know, I go, where Honour, and where Dangers call, From a less barb'rous Foe to tempt à nobler Fall..

Written May 23, 1684.

PRO T-E U s: Being the Fourth

Eclogue of Sannazarius.

Inscribed to Ferdinand of Arragon, Duke

of Calabria, Son of Frederick King of

Naples. By W. Bowles, Fellow of King's-College, Cambr. N:

cow first with bolder Sails I tempt the Main,

Parthenope deserves a loftier ftrain; To fair Parthenope, O Nymphs, we must, And our dear Country's Honour, now be juft. O then ye Nymphs, who in these Floods delight, Indulge one Labour, and direct my Flight.

But thou, great lope of thy illustrious Line, Thy Country's Pride, sprung from a Race divine, Whether o'er Pyrenean Frosts thou go, And Mountains cover’d with eternal Snow, And the wild Tempests of the warring Sky Prefer to the best Plains of Italy ; Or envious Iber does our hopes oppose, Return, and happy make thy Peoples Vows : Tho' Arragon, thy Arragon, wich-hold, And Tagus rowling o'er a Bed of Gold With all his Liquid Wealth would buy thy stay, Return, and our wish'd Happiness no more delay! For, if the God that fills nay Breaft, foreknow, Parthenope shall to thy Scepter bow ; Parthenope, usurp'd by foreign sway, Shall with new Joy her rightful Prince obey. Oh! may swift Time the happy Period bring, And I loud Paans to thy Triumph fing! Mean while a lower Muse indulgent view, Which 1, the firft, with bold delign and new,

Leaving th' Arcadian Fields, and vocal Plain,
In triumph bring down to thy subject Main ;
And on the neighb'ring Rocks and sounding Shore,
A newer Scene present, and untry'd Seas explore,

What Port, what Sea, so diftant can be found,
Which Proteus has not bleft with heav'nly sound !
Him Prafidamus and Melanthius knew,
For all the God appear'd to mortal view ;
On grcat Minervr's Rock the God appear'd,
And charm'd with Verse Divine his monstrous Herd,
While Phcbus funk with the declining Day,
And all around delighted Dolphins play.
For lo! he fung----
How Earth's bold Sons, by wild Ambition fir'd,
Defy'd the Gods, and to Celestial Thrones aspir'd. -
Typhæus first, with lifted Mountains arm’d,
Led on the furious Van, and Heav'n it self alarm'd,
Now Prochyrè among the Stars he threw,
And from their Bases torn huge Isands few,
And shook th' Ætherial Orbs : The Pow'rs above
Then first knew fear; not so Almighty Jove :
He with red Lightning arın'd, and winged Fire,
Replung'd the Rebels in their native Mire.
All Nature with the dreadful Rout resounds,
They Aed, and bath'd in Baian Springs their burning

On the scorch'd Earth the Footsteps ftill remain,
And fulph’rous Springs a fiery Taste retain.

He sung Alcides, and his noble Toil,
His glorious Triumph, and his wond'rous * Pile,
Which does the Fury of the Waves sustain,
Confine the Lucrine, and repel the Main.
Next the Cumaan Cave and Grove relates,
Where anxious Mortals throng'd to learn their Fates :

* The Herculean Way rais'd by Hercules in his Rec turn from Spain.

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The raving | Virgin, and her fatal Page,
Her more than mortal Sounds, and sacred Rage;
And that sad Vale, unvisited by Day,
Where bury'd in eternal Night * Cimmerians lay.
But thee, ø Pausilypus, he gently blames,
And sweetly mourns thy inauspicious Flames,
Concern’d for lovely Nesis, ah too late!
Oh stay, ralh Man! Why dost thou urge her Fate?
She, wretched Maid, thy loath'd Embrace to shun;
Does to steep Rocks and Waves less cruel run:
Not the dire Prospect can retard her Flight,
Or gaping Monsters from beneath affright.
Oh stay! and reach no more with greedy Hands,
See! to a Rock transform'd thy Nefis ftands.
She, who so swift, with the firft Dawn of Day
Rang’d o'er the Woods, and chas'd the Aying Prey:
See ! her wing'd Feet their wonted speed refuse,
And her stiff Joints their nimble Motion lose.
Oh Panope, and all the Nymphs below,
To so much Beauty just Compassion fhow!
If Pity can affect your happy Stare,
O visit Nel and lament her Fate !

He sung how once the beauteous † Syren (way'd,
And mighty Kingdoms the fair Nymph obey'd ;
Describes the lofty Tomb, which all adore:
Then tells, how loosing from their Native Shore,
By all the Gods conducted, and their Fate,
|| Eubeans founded that auspicious State.
Then sung the rising Walls and Tow’rs, whose height
Is loft in Clouds, and tires the fainting fight.
What mighty Piles from the capacious Bay,
And hidden Pipes th' obedieot Springs convey :
And that proud Pharos, whose auspicious Light
Informs glad Sailers, and direets their Sight.

Sibil. * Plac'd by some near Naples. S Paufilypus and Nefis are the Names of two Promontories near Naples. I Parthenope. ll A Colony of Eubæans from Chalcis, built Cume and Naples.

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And how beneath the gentle Sarno Aows,
In Verse as smooth as that, and high as those.
He told, and sweetly rais'd his Voice divine,
Hów * Melifæus, lov'd by all the Nine,
Immortal Virgil saw; the God-like Shade
Bequeath'd that Pipe, which so divinely play'd.
Lycoris flying from her Lovers Arms,
And Daphne's Fate, and young Alexis Charms..
Led by the Muse t, he mounts the starry Skies,
And all the mining Orbs above descries.
Why shou'd I speak of Syreni, or relate
Their treach'rous Songs, and the pleas'd Sailer's Fate :
Or, how in mournful Strains he did recount
The dire Eruptions of the burning || Mouni,
When with swift Ruin, and a dreadful Sound,
Vast Floods of liquid Fire o'erwhelm’d the Country

Laft Battles, and their various Chance, he sings
The great Events of War, and Fate of Kings ;
And thee, I whom Italy bewails, the best,
By Fortune's Rage, and angry Gods opprest,
Stript of thy Kingdoms, and compelled to fly,
And on uncertain Hope and Gallick Faith relye.
Oh Treachery of human Pow'r ! forlorn,
And laft by leath condemnd to a precarious Urry.

How vain is Man! and in what depth of Night
The dark Decrees of Fate are hid from mortal light!
Cou'dst thou, who potent Kingdoms didit command,
Not find a Tomb but in a foreign Land!
Yet mourn not, happy Shade, thy cruel Fate ;
The loss is light of that superfluous State.
- Nature provides for all a common Grave,
The last Retreat of the distress and brave,

* Pontanus a Neopolitan Poet. His poem calld Urania. || Vesuvius. Frederick King of Naples, See Guicciardine.

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