Yet Damon did from Travel find Relief,
And Abfence foon remov'd the raging Grief.
In Fires like mine fuccefslefs Damon burn'd,
Difeas'd he parted, and he found return'd.
I too th' uncertain Remedy will try,
And to lefs cruel Seas and Rocks will fly.
THTONICUS.

For Flanders then, fince you're refolv'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 unchriftian Foes,

(Tis a vast Field of Honour, Friend,) oppose.
By God-like Poland born, and Lorrain foon
The Crofs fhall triumph o'er the waning Moon.
There you the cruel Ravage may admire ;
And Auftria, defolate by Barb'rous Fire,
May curse the dire Effects of civil Rage;
Oh in what Ills Religion can engage!
There fure with Horror your diverted Mind
Some Truce may with this fimaller Paffion find.
ASCHINES.

Cynifca, oh unkind! farewel, I go,

By thee condemn'd to distant Countries; know,
I go, where Honour, and where Dangers call,
From a lefs barb'rous Foe to tempt a nobler Fall.

PROTEUS: Being the Fourth Eclogue of Sannazarius.

Infcribed to Ferdinand of Arragon, Duke of Calabria, Son of Frederick King of Naples.

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

OW first with bolder Sails I tempt the Main,
Parthenope deferves a loftier ftrain;

To fair Parthenope, O Nymphs, we must,
And our dear Country's Honour, now be just.
O then ye Nymphs, who in thefe Floods delight,
Indulge one Labour, and direct my Flight.

But thou, great hope of thy illustrious Line,
Thy Country's Pride, fprung from a Race divine,
Whether o'er Pyrenean Frofts thou go,
And Mountains cover'd with eternal Snow,
And the wild Tempefts of the warring Sky
Prefer to the best Plains of Italy;
Or envious Iber does our hopes oppofe,
Return, and happy make thy Peoples Vows:
Tho' Arragon, thy Arragon, with-hold,
And Tagus rowling o'er a Bed of Gold
With all his Liquid Wealth would buy thy ftay,
Return, and our wish'd Happiness no more delay!
For, if the God that fills my Breaft, foreknow,
Parthenope fhall to thy Scepter bow;
Parthenope, ufurp'd by foreign fway,

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 Mufe indulgent view,
Which I, the first, with bold design and new,

Leaving th' Arcadian Fields, and vocal Plain,
In triumph bring down to thy fubje&t Main;
And on the neighb'ring Rocks and founding Shore,
A newer Scene prefent, and untry'd Seas explore.
What Port, what Sea, fo diftant can be found,
Which Proteus has not bleft with heav'nly found?
Him Prafidamus and Melanthius knew,

For all the God appear'd to mortal view;
On great Minerva's Rock the God appear'd,
And charm'd with Verfe Divine his monftrous Herd,
While Phoebus 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 Celeftial Thrones afpir'd.
Typhous firft, with lifted Mountains arm'd,

Led on the furious Van, and Heav'n it felf alarm'd,
Now Prochyte among the Stars he threw,

And from their Bases torn huge Islands flew,
And shook th' Etherial Orbs: The Pow'rs above
Then firft knew fear; not fo Almighty Jove:
He with red Lightning arm'd, and winged Fire,
Replung'd the Rebels in their native Mire.
All Nature with the dreadful Rout resounds,
They fled, and bath'd in Baian Springs their burning
Wounds.

On the scorch'd Earth the Footsteps still remain,
And fulph'rous Springs a fiery Tafte retain.
He fung 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 Return from Spain.

The raving Virgin, and her fatal Page,
Her more than mortal Sounds, and facred Rage;
And that fad Vale, unvifited by Day,

Where bury'd in eternal Night * Cimmerians lay.
But thee, $ Panfilypus, he gently blames,
And fweetly mourns thy inauspicious Flames,
Concern'd for lovely Nefis, ah too late!

Oh stay, rash Man! Why doft thou urge her Fate?
She, wretched Maid, thy loath'd Embrace to shun,
Does to freep Rocks and Waves lefs cruel run:
Not the dire Prospect can retard her Flight,
Or gaping Monsters from beneath affright.
Oh ftay! and reach no more with greedy Hands,
See! to a Rock transform'd thy Nefis ftands.
She, who fo fwift, with the firft Dawn of Day
Rang'd o'er the Woods, and chas'd the flying Prey:
See! her wing'd Feet their wonted fpeed refufe,
And her ftiff Joints their nimble Motion lofe.
Oh Panope, and all the Nymphs below,
To fo much Beauty juft Compaffion show!
If Pity can affect your happy State,

O vifit Nefis, and lament her Fate !

He fung how once the beauteous ‡ Syren sway'd, And mighty Kingdoms the fair Nymph obey'd ; Defcribes the lofty Tomb, which all adore: Then tells, how loofing from their Native Shore, By all the Gods conducted, and their Fate,

Eubaans founded that aufpicious State.

Then fung the rifing Walls and Tow'rs, whofe height
Is loft in Clouds, and tires the fainting fight.
What mighty Piles from the capacious Bay,
And hidden Pipes th' obedient Springs convey:
And that proud Pharos, whofe aufpicious Light
Informs glad Sailers, and directs their Sight.

tSibyl. Plac'd by fome near Naples. Paufilypus and Nefis are the Names of two Promontories near Naples. Parthenope. || A Colony of Eubaans from Chalcis, built Cume and Naples.

And how beneath the gentle Sarno flows,
In Verfe as smooth as that, and high as those.
He told, and fweetly rais'd his Voice divine,
How Melifaus, lov'd by all the Nine,
Immortal Virgil faw; the God-like Shade
Bequeath'd that Pipe, which fo divinely play'd.
Lycoris flying from her Lovers Arms,

And Daphne's Fate, and young Alexis Charms..
Led by the Mufe t, he mounts the ftarry Skies,
And all the shining Orbs above defcries.
Why fhou'd I fpeak of Syrens, 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 || Mount,
When with fwift Ruin, and a dreadful Sound,
Vaft Floods of liquid Fire o'erwhelm'd the Country
round.

Laft Battles, and their various Chance, he fings
The great Events of War, and Fate of Kings;
And thee, whom Italy bewails, the best,
By Fortune's Rage, and angry Gods oppreft,
Stript of thy Kingdoms, and compell'd to fly,
And on uncertain Hope and Gallick Faith relye.
Oh Treachery of human Pow'r! forlorn,
And laft by Death condemn'd to a precarious Urn.
How vain is Man! and in what depth of Night
The dark Decrees of Fate are hid from mortal fight!
Cou'dft thou, who potent Kingdoms didft command,
Not find a Tomb but in a foreign Land!
Yet mourn not, happy Shade, thy cruel Fate;
The lofs is light of that fuperfluous State.
Nature provides for all a common Grave,
The laft Retreat of the diftrefs'd and brave.

* Pontanus a Neopolitan Poet. His Poem call'd Urania. Vefuvius. Frederick King of Naples,

See Guicciardine.