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POEMS 
 
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 Mrs.  Katherine  Thitips, 
 
 The  Matchiefs 
 
 0    K     I    N    D    A. 
 
 To  which  is  added 
 
 Monfieur  Comedies  Tragedies 
 o    F 
 
 POMPETmd  HORACE, 
 
 With  feveral 
 
 Other  Tranflations  out  of  French. 
 
 L  O  N  <D  O  N: 
 
 Printed  for  Jacob  Ton/on,  within  Grays-Inn  Gate 
 next  Gr ays-Inn  Lane.    MDCC  X. 
 
THE 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 HEN  the  falfe  Edition  of  thefe  Po- 
 ems Hole  into  the  Light,  a  Friend 
 of  that  incomparable  Lady's  that 
 made  them,  knowing  how  averfe 
 fhe  was  to  be  in  Print,  and  there- 
 fore being  fure  chat  it  was  absolute- 
 ly againft  her  Confent,  as  he  believ'd  it  utterly 
 without  her  Knowledge,  (fhe  being  then  m 
 Wales*  above  150  Miles  from  this  Town)  went 
 prefently  both  to  the  Gentleman  who  licensed  it, 
 upon  the  Stationer's  Averment  that  he  had  her 
 Leave,  and  to  the  Stationer  himfelf  for  whom 
 it  was  printed,  and  took  the  bell  Courfe  he 
 could  with  both  to  get  it  fupprefs'd,  as  it  prefent- 
 ly was,  (tho'  afterward  many  of  the  Books  were 
 privately  fold)  and  gave  her  an  Account  by  the 
 next  Pott  of  what  he  had  done.  A  while  after 
 he  received  this  Anfwer,  which  you  have  here 
 (taken  from  her  own  Hand)  under  that  difguifed 
 Name  ihe  had  given  him,  it  being  her  Cuitom  to 
 uie  fuch  with  mod  of  her  particular  Fiien:s. 
 
 Ai  "  JJ>- 
 
The   T  R  E  FACE. 
 
 u  Wcrthy  Poliarchus, 
 
 <l  IT  is  very  well  that  you  chid  me  fo  much  for 
 x  "  endeavouring  to  exprefs  a  part  of  the 
 
 inng  to  expreis  a  par 
 "  Senfe  I  have  of  your  Obligations  ;  for  while 
 "  ycu  go  on  in  conferring  them  beyond  all  pof- 
 "  Ability  of  Acknowledgment,  it  is  convenient 
 "  for  me  to  be  forbidden  to  attempt  it.  Your 
 "  lait  generous  Concern  for  me,  in  vindicating 
 "  me  from  the  unworthy  Uiage  I  have  receiv'd 
 "  at  London  from  the  Prefs,  doth  as  much  tran- 
 "  fcend  all  your  former  Favours,  as  the  Injury 
 "  done  me  by  that  Publisher  and  Printer  exceeds 
 "  all  the  Troubles  that  I  remember  I  ever  had. 
 "  All  I  can  fay  to  you  for  it,  is,  that  tho'  you  af- 
 "  fert  an  unhappy,  it  is  yet  a  very  innocent  Per- 
 "  fon,  and  that  it  is  impoffible  for  Malice  it  felf 
 "  to  have  printed  thofe  Rhimes  (you  tell  me  are 
 "  gotten  abroad  fo  impudently)  with  fo  much 
 "  Abule  to  the  Things,  as  the  very  Publication 
 "  ôf  them  at  all,  tho'  they  had  been  never  fo 
 "  correft,  had  been  to  me;  to  me  (Sir)  who 
 "  never  writ  any  Line  in  my  Life  with  an  Inten- 
 "  tion  to  have  it  printed,  and  who  am  of  my 
 *•  Lord  Falkland's  Mind,  that  faid, 
 
 €€  He  "Danger  feared  than  Cenfure  tefs\ 
 
 *'c  Nor  could  he  dread  a  Breach  like  to  a  Trefs. 
 
 H  And  who  (I  think  you  know)  am  fufficiently 
 «  diftruftful  of  all,  that  my  own  want  of  Com- 
 <c  pany  and  better  Employment,  or  others  Corn- 
 s' mands  have  fedue'd  me' to  write,  to  endeavour 
 *•  rather  that  they  fhould  never  be  feen  at  all, 
 
 M  than 
 
 i 
 
The    T  R  E  FACE. 
 
 <c  than  that  thcv  flio'uld  be  expds'd  to  the  World 
 u  with  fuch  Effrontery  as  now  they  moll  unhap- 
 4t  pily  arc.  But  is  there  no  Retreat  from  the 
 "  Malice  of  this  W  orld?  1  thought  a  Rock  and 
 cc  a  Mountain  might  have  hidden  mc,  and  that 
 u  it  had  been  free  for  all  to  fpend  their  Solitude 
 "  in  what  Re/veries  they  pleafe,  and  that  our 
 "  Rivers  (tho1  they  are  babling)  would  not  have 
 "  betray'd  the  Follies  of  impertinent  Thoughts 
 "  upon  their  Banks;  but  'tis  only  I  who  am  that 
 "  unfortunate  Perlbn  that  cannot  fo  much  as 
 "  think  in  private,  that  mufl  have  my  Imaginati- 
 "  ons  rifled  and  expos'd  to  play  the  Mounte- 
 "  banks,  and  dance  upon  the  Ropes  to  enter- 
 "  tain  all  the  Rabble;  to  undergo  all  the  Rail- 
 "  lery  of  the  Wits,  and  all  the  Severity  of  the 
 u  Wife,  and  to  be  the  Sport  of  fome  that  can, 
 "  and  fome  that  cannot  read  a  Verfe.  This  is 
 "  a  molt  cruel  Accident,  and  hath  made  fo  pro- 
 u  portionate  anlmpreffion  upon  me,  that  really 
 "  it  hath  coft  me  a  fharp  lit  of  Sicknefs  fince  I 
 "  heard  it,  and  I  believe  would  be  more  fatal 
 "  but  that  I  know  what  a  Champion  I  have  in 
 "  you,  and  that  I  am  lure  your  Credit  in  the 
 "  World  will  gain  me  a  Belief  from  all  that  are 
 "  knowing  and  civil,  that  I  am  fo  innocent  of 
 u  that  wretched  Artifice  of  a  fecrct  Confent  (of 
 "  which  I  am,  I  fear,  fufpefted)  that  whoever 
 "  would  have  brought  me  thofe  Copies  corre- 
 "  ded  and  amended,  and  a  thouland  Pounds  to 
 "  have  bought  my  Permiffion  for  their  be 
 "  printed,  fhould  not  have  obtain'd  it.  But  tho' 
 iC  there  are  many  things,  I  believe,  ititthiswick- 
 "  ed  Impreffion  of  thofe  Fancies,  which  thelg- 
 
 A  3  "  norance 
 
The    «PREFACE. 
 
 "norance  of  what  occafion'd  them,  and  the 
 "  Falfenefs  of  the  Copies  may  reprefent  very  ri- 
 "  diculous  and  extravagant,  yet  I  could  give 
 "  fome  Account  of  them  to  the  feverelt  Cato, 
 "  and  I  am  lure  they  muft  be  more  abus'd  than  I 
 "  think  is  poffible  (for  I  have  not  feen  the  Book, 
 "  nor  can  imagine  what's  in't)  before  they  can 
 "  be  render'd  other  wife  than  Sir  Edward  'Deer- 
 "  ing  fays  in  his  Epilogue  to  Tompey. 
 
 " Mo  bolder  Thought  can  tax 
 
 1  '  Thefe  Rhhnes  of  Blemifh  to  the  blujhing  Sex, 
 "  As  chajie  the  Line  s  ^  as  harmlefs  is  the  Senfe, 
 "  As  the  firfl  Smiles  of  Infant  Innocence. 
 
 "  So  that  I  hope  there  will  be  no  need  of  juftifv- 
 "  ing  them  to  Virtue  and  Honour  ;  and  I  am  lo 
 "  little  concerned  for  the  Reputation  of  writing 
 "  Senfe,  that  provided  the  World  would  believe 
 iC  me  innocent  of  any  manner  of  knowledge,* 
 "  much  lefs  Connivance  at  this  Publication,  I 
 4C  (ball  willingly  compound  never  to  trouble  'em 
 "  with  the  true  Copies,  as  vou  advife  me  to  do: 
 "  Which  if  you  Hill  ihoifd  judge  absolutely  ne- 
 "  ceflary  to  the  Reparation  of  this  Misfortune,, 
 <c  and  to  general  Satisfaction;  and  that,  as  you 
 cc  tell  me,  all  the  reil  of  my  Friends  will  prefs 
 "  me  to  it,  I  fliould  yield  to  it  with  the  fame 
 "  Relu&ancy  as  I  would  cut  off  a  Limb  to  fave' 
 "  my  Life.  However  I  hope  you  will  fatisfie  all 
 "  vour  Acquaintance  of  my  Âverfion  to  it,  and 
 "  did  they  know  me  as  well  as  you  do,  that  A- 
 "  pology  \yere  very  needlefs;  and  I  am  lb  far 
 44  from"  expecting  Applaufe  for  any  thing  I  fcrib- 
 
 "blc» 
 
the   T  R  t:  FACE. 
 
 u  ble,   that  I  can  hardly  cxpeft  Pardon;    and 
 "  fometimcs  I  think  that  Employment  lo  far  a- 
 "  bove  my  Reach,  and  unfit  for  my  Sex,  that  I 
 "  am  going  to  rèfolve  againft  it  for  ever;   and 
 y  cou'd  I  have  reèover'd   thofc  fugitive  Paper 
 c<  that  have  cfcap'd  my  Hands,  I  had  long  (in 
 "  made  a  Sacrifice  of  them  all.     The  Trutl 
 "  I  have  an  incorrigible  Inclination  to  that  ; 
 "  of  Rhiming,  and  intending  the  Effefts  oj 
 "  Humour,   only  for  my  own  Amufeirent 
 "  retir'd  Life,  Î  did  not  fo  much  refill 
 "  wifer  Woman  wou'd  have  done;  bu<  I 
 "  my  deareft  Eriends  having  found  my  L 
 "  (for  they  deferve  no  better  Name)   they  1. 
 "  me  fo  much  believe  they  did  not  di(li:,e  the 
 "  that  I  was  betray'd  to  permit  fome  Copies  ic 
 "  their  Divertifement  ;   but  this>   with  fo  little 
 "  Concern  for  them,  that  1  have  loft  molt  of  the 
 "  Originals,  and  that  I  fuppofe  to  be  the  Caufe 
 cc  of  my  prefent  Misfortune;  for  fome  Infernal 
 "  Spirits  or  other  have  catch'd  thofe  Rags  of  Pa- 
 "  per,    and  what  the  carelefs  blotted  Writing 
 "  kept  them  from  understanding,  they  have  fup- 
 c<  plied  by  Conje&ure,  'till  they  put  them  into 
 M  the  Shape  wherein  you  law  them,    or  elfe  f 
 iç  know  not  which  way  it  is  poffible  for  them  to 
 "  be  collefted,  or  fo  abominably  tranferib'd  as  I 
 "  hear  they  are.     I  believe  alio  there  are  fome 
 "  among  them  that  are  not  mine,  but  every  way 
 "  I  have  fo  much  Injury,  and  the  worthy Perfons 
 "  that  had  the  ill  luck  of  my  Convcrfe,   and  fo 
 "  their  Names  expos'd  in  this  TmprciTion  with- 
 "  out  their  leave,  that  few  Things  in  the  pow'i 
 *'  of  Fortune  cou'd  have  giv'n  me  fo  great 
 
 A  4  "  T. 
 
The   T  RE  FACE. 
 
 Cc  Torment  as  this  molt  affli&ive  Accident.  I 
 c<  know  you,  Sir,  fo  much  my  Friend,  that  I 
 *c  need  not  ask  your  Pardon  for  making  this  te- 
 Cc  dious  Complaint;  but  methinks  it  is  a  great 
 <c  Injuftice  to  revenge  my  felf  upon  you  by  this 
 "  Harangue  for  the  Wrongs  I  have  received  from 
 "  others;  therefore  I  will  only  tell  you  that  the 
 "  fole  Advantage  I  have  by  this  cruel  News,  is 
 "  that  it  has  given  me  an  Experiment,  That  no 
 cf  Adverfity  can  fhake  the  Conftancy  of  your 
 "  Friendlhip,  and  that  in  the  worft  Humour 
 c<  that  ever  I  was  in,  I  am  ftill, 
 
 Worthy  Toliarchus^ 
 
 Cardigan,         Xour  moft  faithful^  moft  obligd 
 
 Jan.  29>  l66\* 
 
 Friend,  and  moft  humble  Servant^ 
 OR  I  NT)  A. 
 
 She  writ  divers  Letters  to  many  of  her  other 
 Friends  full  of  the  like  Refentments  ;  but  this 
 is  enough  to  ftiew  how  little  fliedefir'd  the  Fame 
 of  being  in  Flint,  and  how  much  fhe  was  trou- 
 bled to  be  fo  expos'd.  It  may  ferve  likewife  to 
 give  a  tafle  of  her  Profe  to  thofe  that  have  feen 
 none  of  it,  and  of  her  way  of  writing  familiar 
 Letters,  which  ihe  did  with  ftrange  Rcadinefs 
 and  Facility,  in  a  very  fair  Hand,  and  perfect 
 Orthography  ;  and  if  they  were  colle&ed,  with 
 thofe  excellent  Dilcourfes  fhe  writ  on  feveral 
 Subjeéb,  they  would  make  a  Volume  much  lar- 
 ger than  this?  and  no  lefs  worth  the  reading. 
 
 About 
 
The    T  R  E  FACE. 
 
 About  three  Months  after  this  Letter  ihe  came 
 to  London,  where  her  Friends  did  much  lbllicit 
 her  to  redeem  her  ielf  by  a  corred  Imprellion; 
 yet  fhc  continu'dltill  averfc,  though  perhaps  in 
 time  ihe  might  have  been  over-ruPd  by  their 
 Perfuafions  if  Ihe  had  liv'd. 
 
 But  the  fmall  Pox,  that  malicious  Difeafe  (as 
 knowing  how  little  flic  wou'd  have  been  con- 
 cerned for  her  Handlbmnefs,  when  at  the  bell) 
 was  not  fatisfy'd  to  be  as  injurious  a  Printer  of 
 her  Face,  as  the  other  had  been  of  her  Poems, 
 but  treated  her  with  a  more  fatal  Cruelty  than 
 the  Stationer  had  them  ;  for  tho'  he  to  her  molt 
 fenfible  Affliction  furreptitioufly  pollefs'd  him- 
 felf  of  a  falie  Copy,  and  fent  thole  Children  of 
 her  Fancy  into  the  World,  fo  martyr'd,  that 
 they  were  more  unlike  themfelves  than  Ihe  cou'd 
 have  been  made  had  Ihe  efcap'd  ;  that  murthe- 
 rous  Tyrant,  with  greater  Barbarity  feiz'd  unex- 
 pectedly upon  her,  the  true  Original,  and  to  the 
 much  jufter  Affliction  of  all  the  World,  violent- 
 ly tore  her  out  of  it,  and  hurry'd  her  untimely 
 to  her  Grave,  upon  the  ixd  of  June  1664,  Ihe 
 being  then  but  31  Years  of  Age. 
 
 But  he  coud  not  bury  her  in  Oblivion,  for 
 this  Monument  which  Ihe  erected  for  her  felf, 
 will  for  ever  make  her  to  be  honoured  as  the  Ho- 
 nour of  her  Sex,  the  Emulation  of  ours,  and 
 the  Admiration  of  both.  That  unfortunate  Sur- 
 prize hath  robb'd  it  of  much  of  that  Perfection 
 it  might  elfe  have  had,  having  broke  oft'  the 
 Translation  of  Horace  before  it  was  finifh'd, 
 much  lefs  reviewed,  and  hindred  the  reft  from 
 being  more  exactly  corrected,   and  put  into  the 
 
 Order 
 
The   "PREFACE. 
 
 Order  they  were  written  in,  as  fhe  poflibly  her 
 felf  wou'd  have  done,  had  Ihe  consented  to  a 
 Second  Edition.  'Tis  probable  fhe  wou'd  alfo 
 have  left  out  fome  of  thofe  Pieces  that  were 
 written  with  lcfs  Care  and  upon  Occasions  lefs 
 fit  to  be  made  publick,  and  fhe  might  alfo  have 
 added  more  :  But  all  Induftry  has  been  us'd  to 
 make  this  Collection  as  full  and  as  perfeéi  as 
 might  be,  by  the  Addition  of  many  that  were 
 not  in  the  former  Impreffion,  and  by  divers 
 Tranflations,  whereof  the  firfl  has  the  Original 
 in  the  oppofite  Page,  that  they  who  have  a  mind 
 to  compare  them,  may  by  that  Pattern  find  how 
 juft  (he  has  been  in  all  the  reft  to  both  the  Lan- 
 guages, exaftly  rendring  the  full  Senfe  of  the 
 one,  without  tying  her  1'elf  to  the  Words,  and 
 clearly  evincing  the  Capacioulhefs  of  the  other, 
 by  comprifing  it  fully  in  the  fame  Number  of 
 Lines,  tho'  in  the  Plays  half  the  Verfes  of  the 
 French  are  of  thirteen  Syllables,  and  the  reft  of 
 twelve,  whereas  the  Englijh  have  no  more  but 
 ten.  In  fliort,  tho'  fome  of  her  Pieces  may  per- 
 haps be  loft,  and  others  in  Hands  that  have  not 
 produe'd  them;  yet  none  that  upon  good  grounds 
 cou'd  be  known  to  be  hers,  are  left  out  ;  for 
 many  of  the  lefs  considerable  ones  were  publifli'd 
 in  the  other;  but  thofe,  or  others  that  fhall  be 
 judg'd  fo,  may  be  excused  by  the  Politenefs  of 
 the  reft  which  have  more  of  her  true  Spirit,  and 
 of  her  Diligence.  Some  of  them  wou'd  be  no 
 Difgrace  to  any  Man  that  amongft  us  is  moft 
 efteemed  for  his  Excellency  in  this  kind,  and 
 there  are  none  that  may  not  pafs  with  Favour, 
 when  it  is  remembered  that  thev  fell  haftily  from 
 
 the 
 
TJk   P  li  E  F  AC  I 
 
 the  Pen  but  of  a  Woman.  We  might  well  have 
 calPd  her  the  Knghih  Sappho*  lhc  of  all  the  fe- 
 male Poets  of  former  Ages,  being  for  her  \  cr- 
 ies and  her  Virtue*  both,  the  moil  highly  to  be 
 vMu'd  ;  but  lhc  has  calPd  her  felf  ORlNT>Ay 
 a  Name  that  defcrves  to  be  added  to  the  number 
 of  the  Mules,  and  to  live  with  Honour  as  long 
 as  they.  Were  our  Language  as  generally  known 
 to  the  World  as  the  Greek  and  Latin  were  anci- 
 ently, or  as  the  French  is  now,  her  Verfes  cou  d 
 not  be  conhn'd  within  the  narrow  Limits  of  our 
 Iilands,  but  wou'd  fpread  themfelves  as  far  as 
 the  Continent  has  Inhabitants,  or  the  Seas  have 
 any  Shore.  As  for  her  Virtues,  they  as  much 
 furpafs'd  thole  of  Sappho  as  the  Theological  do 
 the  Moral,  (wherein  yet  Orinda  was  not  her  In- 
 ferior) or  as  the  fading  Immortality  of  an  earth- 
 ly Lawrel,  which  the  Juftice  of  Men  cannot  de- 
 ny to  her  excellent  Poetry,  is  tranfeended  by 
 that  incorruptible  and  eternal  Crown  of  Glory, 
 wherewith  the  Mercy  of  God  has  undoubtedly 
 rewarded  her  more  eminent  Piety.  Her  Merit 
 ihou'd  have  had  a  Statue  of  Porphiry  wrought 
 by  fome  great  Artift,  equal  in  Skill  to  Michael 
 Ângelo->  that  might  have  transferred  to  Poiterity 
 the  Jailing  Image  of  fo  rare  aPerfon:  But  here 
 is  only  a  poor  Paper  Shadow  of  a  Statue  made 
 after  a  Picture  not  very  like  her,  to  accompany 
 that  fhe  has  drawn  of  her  ielf  in  thefe  Poems, 
 and  which  reprefents  the  Beauties  of  her  Mind 
 with  a  far  truer  Refemblance,  than  that  does  the 
 Lineaments  of  her  Face.  They  had  fooner  per- 
 formed this  Right  to  her  Memory,  if  that  raging 
 Peililence  which,  not  long  after  her,  fwept  away 
 
 fo 
 
the   y  R  E  FACE. 
 
 fo  many  thoufânds  here  and  in  other  Places  ot 
 this  Kingdom  ;  that  devouring  Fire,  which  fmce 
 deftroy'd  this  famous  City;  and  the  harfh  Sounds 
 of  War,  which,  with  the  thunderings  of  Can- 
 non, deafen'd  all  Ears  to  the  gentle  and  tender 
 Strains  of  Friendship,  had  not  made  the  Publi- 
 cation of  them  hitherto  unfeafonable.  But  they 
 have  out-liv'd  all  thefe  difmal  things  to  fee  the 
 Blefling  of  Peace,  a  Conjuncture  more  fui  table 
 to  their  Nature,  all  compos'd  of  Kindnefs  ;  fo 
 that  I  hope  Time  it  felf  ihall  have  as  little  Power 
 *at  »*  .  •  againft  them,  as  thofe  other  Storms 
 iïJ:r/;::  have  had,  and  then*(Ws  Con- 
 teritferrum,nec  clufion  of  his  Met  amor pho fis  may 
 edax  abolerc  w-   wjth  little  Alteration,  more  Truth, 
 
 tuftas,  &c.  and  left  yanity  than  by  him  tQ  him- 
 
 felf,  be  apply'd  to  thefe  once  transformed,  or 
 rather  deformed  Poems,  which  are  here  in  fome 
 meafure  reftor'd  to  their  native  Shape  and  Beau- 
 ty, and  therefore  certainly  cannot  fail  of  a  wel- 
 come Reception  now,  fmce  they  wanted  it  not 
 before,  when  they  appear'd  in  that  ftrange  Dif- 
 guife. 
 
 THE 
 
.THE 
 
 Earl  of  Orrery  to  Mrs.  Philips. 
 
 Madam, 
 
 WHEN  I  but  knew  you  by  Report, 
 I  feared  the  Trai/ès  of  ttf  admiring  Court 
 Were  but  their  Compliments  ;  but  now  I  mufl 
 Confefs,  what  I  thought  civil  is  fear  ce  jujl  : 
 For  they  imperfect  Trophies  to  you  raife, 
 Ton  deferve  Wonder,  and  they  pay  but  Traife; 
 A  Vraife,  which  is  as  Jhort  of  your  great  due, 
 As  all  which  yet  have  writ  come  jhort  of  you. 
 Ton,  to  whom  Wonder  s  paid  by  double  Right, 
 Both  for  your  Verfes  Smoothnefs  and  their  Height. 
 
 In  me  it  does  not  the  leaf  Trouble  breed, 
 That  your  fair  Sex  does  Ours  in  Verfe  exceed, 
 Since  ev*ry  Toet  this  great  Truth  does  prove, 
 Nothing  fo  much  infpires  a  Mufe  as  Love  ; 
 Thence  has  your  Sex  the  befl  Toetick  Fires, 
 For  what1  s  infpir'd  mufl  yield  to  what  infpires. 
 And  as  Our  Sex  refigns  to  Tours  the  due, 
 So  all  of  your  bright  Sex  mufl  yield  i  o  Ton. 
 Experience  /hows,  that  never  Fountain  fed 
 A  Stream  which  cou'd  afcend  above  its  Head-, 
 
For  thofe  whofe  Wit  fam*d  Helicon  does  givey 
 
 To  rife  above  its  Height  durft  never  Jlrive, 
 
 Their  double  Hill  too,  though  'tis  often  clear, 
 
 Tet  often  on  it  Clouds  and  Storms  appear. 
 
 Let  none  admire  then  that  the  ancient  Wit 
 
 Shared  in  thofe  Elements  infufed  it  ; 
 
 Nor  that  your  Mufe  than  theirs  afcends  much  higVr, 
 
 She  jharing  in  no  Element  but  Fire. 
 
 Tdjf  Ages  coiPd  not  think  thofe  things  you  do, 
 
 For  their  Hill  was  their  Bafts  and  Height  too  : 
 
 So  that^tis-Truth,  not  Compliment ;  to  tell, 
 
 Tour  loweft  Height  their  higheji  did  excels 
 
 Tour  nobler  Thoughts,  warned  by  a  heavenly  Vire, 
 
 To  their  bright  Centre  conflantly  afpire  ; 
 
 And  by  the  Tlace  to  which  they  take  their  Flight, 
 
 Leave  us  no  doubt  from  whence  they  have  their  light- 
 
 Tour  Merit  has  attained  this  high  degree, 
 ^Tis  above  Traife  as  much  as  Flattery  ; 
 And  when  in  that  we  have  drained  all  our  fore, 
 AU  grant  from  this  nought  can  be  dift^nt  more. 
 
 Tho* you  have  fuhg  of  Friend/hip's  Tow'r  fowell, 
 That  you  in  that,  as  you  in  Wit  excel, 
 Tet  my  own  hit  ere fl  obliges  me 
 To  praife  your  Traffice  more  than  Theory  ; 
 For  by  that  Kindnefs  you  your  Friend  did  Jhow 
 The  Honour  I  obtain  d  of  knowing  you. 
 
 In  TiElures  none  hereafter  will  delight, 
 Ton  draw  more  to  the  Life  in  black  and  white  ; 
 
 The 
 
The  Tencil  to  your  Ten  muft  yield  the  Tlace, 
 This  draws  the  Sou/,  where  that  draws  but  the  Face. 
 
 Of  b  left  Retirement  fitch  great  Truths  you  write, 
 That  ''tis  my  Wijh  as  much  as  your  "Delight  ; 
 Our  Gratitude  to  praife  it  does  think  ft, 
 Since  all  you  write  are  but  Effeffs  of  it. 
 
 YouEnglijh  CorneilV  Pompey  with  fuch  Flame, 
 That  you  both  raife  our  Wonder  and  his  fame  ; 
 If  he  coud  read  it,  he  like  us  wotfd  call 
 The  Copy  greater  than  tb1  Original. 
 Ton  cannot  mend  what  is  already  done, 
 Vule/s  yotfll  finijh  what  you  have  begun  : 
 Who  your  Tranflation  fees,  cannot  but  fay, 
 That  ''tis  OrindaV  Work,  and  but  his  Tlay. 
 The  French  to  learn  our  Language  now  willfeek, 
 To  hear  their  great  eft  Wit  more  nobly  fpeak  ; 
 Rome  too  woud grant, were  ourTongue  to  her  known, 
 Cœfar  /peaks  better  itCt  than  in  his  own. 
 Andallthofe  Wreaths  once  circled  PompeyV  Brow, 
 Exalt  his  Fame,  lefs  than  your  Verfes  now. 
 
 From  thefe  clearTruths  all  muft  acknowledge  this, 
 If  there  be  Helicon,  in  Wales  it  is. 
 Oh  happy  Country  which  to  our  Trince  gives 
 His  Title,  and  in  which  Orinda  lives! 
 
 THE 
 
THE 
 
 EARL  of  RO  S  COMON 
 
 T  O 
 
 0    R    I    N    T>    A: 
 
 An   IMITATION   of  HORACE. 
 
 Integer  vita,  &c.    Carm.  lib.  i .  Od.  ^^ . 
 
 I. 
 
 VErtue  (dear  Friend)  needs  no  Defence, 
 No  Arms,  but  its  own  Innocence  ; 
 Quivers  and  Bows,  and  poifon'd  Darts, 
 Are  only  us'd  by  guilty  Hearts. 
 
 An  honeft  Mind,  fafely,  alone 
 May  travel  through  the  burning  Zone, 
 Or  through  the  deepeft  Scythian  Snows, 
 Or  where  the  fam'd  Hydafpes  flows. 
 
 III. 
 
 While  (rul'd  by  a  refiftlefs  Fire) 
 Our  great  ORINT>A  I  admire, 
 The  hungry  Wolves  that  fee  me  ftray 
 Unarm'd,  and  fmgle,  run  away. 
 
 IV. 
 Set  me  in  the  remoteft  Place 
 That  ever  Neptune  did  embrace, 
 
 When 
 
When  there  her  Image  fills  my  Breaft, 
 Helicon  is  not  half  fo  blelt. 
 
 V. 
 
 Leave  me  upon  folne  Lybian  Plain, 
 
 So  ihe  my  Fancy  entertain, 
 
 And  when  the  thirfty  Monfters  meet, 
 
 They'll  all  pay  Homage  to  my  Feet. 
 
 VI. 
 
 The  Magick  of  OR  INT>A's  Name, 
 Not  only  can  their  Fiercenefs  tame, 
 But,  if  that  mighty  Word  I  once  rchearfe, 
 They  feem  fubmiflively  to  roar  in  Verfe. 
 
 UPON 
 
 Mrs.  K.  PHILIPS  her  Poems. 
 
 WE  allowed  you  Beauty,  and  we  did  fubmit 
 To  all  the  Tyrannies  of  it. 
 Ah  cruel  Sex!  will  you  depofe  us  too  in  Wit? 
 
 Orinda  does  in  that  too  reign, 
 *Does  Man  behind  her  in  proud  Triumph  draw, 
 And  cancel  great  Apollo  V  Salick  Law. 
 
 JVe  our  old  Title  plead  in  vain: 
 Man  may  be  Head,  but  Womarfs  now  the  Brain. 
 Verfe  was  Love's  fire-arms  heretofore 
 In  Beauty's  Camp  it  was  not  known, 
 
 a  7" 
 
Too  many  Arms  bejide  that  Conqueror  bore'. 
 'Twas  the  great  Cannon  we  brought  down, 
 T'ajfault  a  ftubborn  Town. 
 Orinda  firjt  did  a  bold  Sally  make, 
 Our  ftrongeft  Quarter  take. 
 And  fo  fuccefsful  proved,  that  Jhe 
 Turned  upon  Love  himfelf  his  own  Artillery. 
 
 II. 
 Women,  as  if  the  Body  were  the  whole y 
 *Did  that-,  and  not  the  Soul, 
 
 Tranfmit  to  their  'Tofterity  ; 
 
 If  in  it  fometimes  they  conceived, 
 
 TW  abortive  Ijfue  never  livd. 
 JTwere  Shame  and  Tity,  Orinda,  //  in  thee 
 A  Spirit  fo  rich,  fo  noble-,  and  fo  high, 
 
 Should  unmanned  or  barren  lie. 
 But  thou  induftrioitfty  baft  fow^d  and  tilPd 
 
 The  fair  and  fruitful  Field: 
 And  'tis  a  fir  ange  Increafe  that  it  doth  yield, 
 
 As  when  the  happy  Gods  above 
 
 Meet  all  together  at  a  Feaft, 
 A  fecret  Joy  unfpeakably  does  move 
 In  their  great  Mother  CybeleV  contented  Br e aft  : 
 With  no  lefs  Tleafure  thou,  methinks,  Jhou'dft  fee 
 This  thy  no  lefs  immortal  Trogeny, 
 And  in  their  Birth  thou  no  one  Touch  doft  find, 
 
 Of  tV  ancient  Curfe  to  Woman-kind \ 
 
 Thou 
 
Thou  bringft  not  forth  with  Tain, 
 It  neither  Travel  is,  nor  Labour  of  thy  Brain. 
 
 So  eafily  they  from  thee  come, 
 And  there  is  Jo  nine  h  room 
 In  the  unexhaufted  and  un  fat  lion?  d  Womb  ; 
 That ,  like  the  Holland  Count  efs,  thou  mighffl  bear 
 A  Child  for  ev'ry  T>ay  of  all  the  fertile  Tear. 
 
 III. 
 
 Thou  dojf  my  Wonder,  wtuhtfl  my  Envy  raife, 
 
 If  to  be  frais' d  I  lov'd  more  than  to  praife. 
 
 fFhere-e'er  I  fee  an  Excellence, 
 I  mufl  admire  to  fee  thy  rjvell-knit  Senfe, 
 Thy  Numbers  gentle,  and  thy  Fancies  high, 
 Thofe  as  thy  Forehead  fmooth,  thefe  fparkling  as 
 "Tis  folid,  and  'tis  manly  all,  &**■»  %*• 
 
 Or  rather,  'tis  Angelical: 
 For,  as  in  Angels,  Wê 
 T)o  in  thy  Verfes  fee 
 Both  improvd  Sexes  eminently  meet  ; 
 They  are  than  Man  more  fir  ong->  and- more  than  IVo- 
 
 jy  [man  fjjeet* 
 
 They  talk  of  Nine,  I  knûvù  not  vjho, 
 Female  Chimera's,  that  o'er  Toets  reign  ; 
 
 /  neyer  coud  find  that  Fancy  true  ; 
 But  have  invoked  them  oft,  I'm  fure,  in  vain. 
 They  t.  Ik  0/ Sappho,  but,  alas!  the  Shame, 
 III  Manners  foil  the  Lufire  of  her  Fame. 
 
 a  % 
 
 Or  In  ■ 
 
OrindaV  inward  Virtue  is  fo  bright', 
 That j  like  a  Lanterns  fair  enclofed Light , 
 It  thro1  the  Taper  jhines  where  Jhe  doth  write. 
 Honour  and  Yriendjhip  are  the  generous  Scorn 
 
 Of  Things  for  which  we  were  not  born* 
 (^Things  that  can  only  by  a  fond  Tiifeafe, 
 Like  that  of  Girls,  onr  vicious  Stomachs  pleafe) 
 Are  the  injlruElive  Subjects  of  her  Ten. 
 
 And  as  the  Roman  Victory 
 
 Taught  our  rude  Land  Arts  and  Civility, 
 At  once  jhe  overcomes,  enjlaves,  and  better  s  Men. 
 
 V. 
 
 But  Rome  with  all  her  Arts  cou*d  ne*er  infpire 
 
 A  female  Breafx  with  fiich  a  fire. 
 
 The  warlike  Amazonian  Train, 
 Which  in  Elyfium  now  do  peaceful  reign, 
 And  IVifs  mild  Empire  before  Arms  prefer, 
 Hope  ' }  twill  be  fettled -in  their  Sex  by  her. 
 Merlin  the  Seer  (and  Jure  he  wou'd  not  lie 
 
 In  fuch  a  facred  Company) 
 *Does  Trophecies  of  learned  Orinda  Jhow, 
 Which  he  had  darkly  /poke  fo  long  ago. 
 
 Èv*n  BoadiciaV  angry  Ghofl 
 Forgets  her  own  Misfortune  and  Difgrace, 
 And  to  her  injured  daughters  now  does  boafi, 
 That  RomeV  overcome  at  lajl  by  a  Woman  of  her  Race- 
 
 Abraham  Cowley. 
 TO 
 
TO    T  H  E 
 
 Excellent   O  r  i  n  d  a, 
 
 LET  the  Male  Poets  their  Male  Fhœbus  chufe, 
 Thee  I  invoke,  Oriuda^  for  my  Mufe  ; 
 He  cou'd  but  force  a  Branch,  Tïaplme  her  Tree 
 Moft  freely  offers  to  her  Sex  and  thee, 
 And  fays  to  Verfe,  fo  unconftrain'd  as  yours, 
 Her  Lawrel  freely  comes,  your  Fame  fecures  : 
 And  Men  no  longer  fliall  with  raviih'd  Bays 
 Crown  their  fore'd  Poems  by  as  fore'd  a  Praife. 
 
 Thou  Glory  of  our  Sex,  Envy  of  Men, 
 Who  are  both  pleas'd  and  vex'd  with  thy  bright 
 
 Pen: 
 Its  Luitre  doth  intice  their  Eyes  to  gaze, 
 But  Mens  fore  Eyes  cannot  endure  its  Rays  ; 
 It  dazles  and  furprizes  fo  with  Light, 
 To  find  a  Noon  where  they  expecfted  Night  : 
 A  \\  oman  tranllate  Tompey!  which  the  fam'd 
 Corneille  with  fuch  Art  and  Labour  fram'd! 
 To  whofe  clofeVerfion  the  Wits  club  their  Senfc 
 And  a  new  Lay  poetick  S M EC Tprings  thence! 
 Yes,  that  bold  Work  a  Woman  dares Tranil  ne, 
 Not  to  provoke,  nor  yet  to  fear  Mens  Hate. 
 
 ^  3  N 
 
Nature  doth  find  that  flie  hath  err'd  too  long, 
 And  now  refolves  to  recompence  that  Wrong: 
 Vhœbus  to  Cynthia  muft  his  Beams  refign, 
 The  Rule  of  Day  and  Wit's  now  Feminine. 
 
 That  Sex,  which  heretofore  was  not  allow'4 
 To  underftand  more  than  a  Bead,  or  Crowd  ; 
 Of  which  Problems  were  made,  whether  or  no 
 "Women  had  Souls;  but  to  be  damn'd,  if  fo  ; 
 Whofe  highefl  Contemplation  could  not  pafs, 
 In  Mens  Efleem,  no  higher  than  the  Glafs  ; 
 And  all  the  painful  Labours  of  their  Brain, 
 Was  only  how  to  Drefs  and  Entertain: 
 Or,  if  they  ventured  to  fpeak  Senfe,  the  Wife 
 Made  that,  and  fpeaking  Oxe,  like  Prodigies. 
 From  thefe  thy  more  than  mafculine  Pen  hath 
 
 rear'd 
 Our  Sex;  firfl  to  be  prais'd,  next  to  be  fear'd. 
 And  by  the  fame  Pen  fore'd,  Men  now  confefs, 
 Tq  keep  their  Greatnefs,  was  to  make  us  lefs. 
 
 Men  know  of  how  refin'd  and  rich  a  Mold 
 Our  Sex  is  fram'd,  what  Sun  is  in  our  Gold: 
 They  know  in  Lead  no  Diamonds  are  fet, 
 And  Jewels  only  fill  the  Cabinet. 
 Our  Spirits  purer  far  than  theirs,  they  fee  ; 
 By  which  even  Men  from  Men  diftinguifh'd  be  ; 
 By  which  the  Soul  is  judg'd,  and  does  appear 
 Fit  or  unfit  for  Aftion,  as  they  are. 
 
 When 
 
 Ti 
 
When  in  an  Organ  various  Sounds  do  flroak, 
 Or  grate  the  Ear,  as  Birds  ilng,  or  Toads  croak; 
 The  Breath  that  voices  cvïy  Pipe's  the  fame, 
 But  the  bad  Mettal  doth  the  Sound  defame. 
 So,  if  our  Souls  by  fwecter  Organs  fpeak, 
 And  theirs  with  harfh  falfc  Notes  the  Air  do  break  ; 
 The  Soul's  the  fame,  alike  in  both  doth  dwell, 
 Tis  from  her  Infiruments  that  we  excel. 
 Ask  me  not  then,  why  jealous  Men  debar 
 Our  Sex  from  Books  in  Peace,  from  Arms  in  War  ; 
 It  is  becaufe  our  Parts  will  foon  demand 
 Tribunals  for  our  Ferions,  and  Command. 
 
 Shall  it  be  our  Reproach,  that  we  are  weak, 
 And  cannot  fight,  nor  as  the  School-men  fpeak? 
 Even  Men  themfelves  are  neither  ftrong  nor  wife, 
 If  Limbs  and  Parts  they  do  not  exercife. 
 
 Train'd  up  to  Arms,  we  ylviuzous  have  been, 
 And  Spartan  \  irgins  ftrong  as  Spartan  Men: 
 Breed  Women  but  as  Men,  and  they  are  thefc; 
 Whilit  Sybarit  Men  are  Women  by  their  Eafe. 
 \V  hy  ihou'd  not  brave  S  emir  ami  s  break  a  Lance, 
 And  why  fhou'd  not  foft  A7/;/)^.rcurle and  dance? 
 Ovid  in  vain  Bodies  with  Change  did  vex, 
 Changing  her  form  of  Life,  If  his  changed  Sex. 
 Nature  to  Females  freely  doth  impart 
 That,  which  the  Malcsuiurp,  a  flout,  bold  Heart. 
 Thus  Hunters  female  Ecsfls  fear  toaflail: 
 And  female  Hawks  more  mettait!  than  the  Male: 
 
 a  4  Men 
 
Men  ought  not  then  Courage  and  Wit  ingrofs, 
 Whilft  the  Fox  lives,  the  Lyon,  or  the  Horfe. 
 Much  lefs  ought  Men  both  to  themfelves  confine, 
 Whim  Women,  fuchasyou,  Orinda*,  ihine. 
 That  noble  Friendlhip  brought  thee  to  our  Coaft, 
 We  thank  Lucafia^  and  thy  Courage  boaft. 
 Death  in  each  Wave  cou'd  not  Orinda  fright, 
 Fearlefs  fhe  ads  that  Friendfhip  (he  did  write: 
 Which  manly  Virtue  to  their  Sex  confin'd, 
 Thou  refcuefl  to  confirm  our  fofter  Mind  ; 
 For  there's  requir'd  (to  do  that  Virtue  right) 
 Courage,  as  much  in  Friendfliip  as  in  Fight. 
 The  Dangers  we  defpife,  doth  this  Truth  prove, 
 Tho'  boldly  we  not  fight,  we  boldly  love. 
 
 Ingage  us  unto  Books,  Sappho  comes  forth, 
 Tho'  not  oïHefiod's  Age,  of  Hefiod's  Worth. 
 If  Souls  no  Sexes  have,  as  'tis  confefs'd, 
 <?Tis  not  the  He  nor  She  makes  Poems  beft: 
 Nor  can  Men  call  thefe  Verfes  Feminine, 
 Be  the  Senfe  Vigorous  and  Mafculine. 
 'Tis  true,  Apollo  fits  as  Judge  of  Wit, 
 But  the  nine  Female  learned  Troop  are  it  : 
 Thofe  Laws,  for  which  Numa  did  wife  appear, 
 Wifer  -JEgeria  whifper'd  in  his  Ear. 
 The  Gracchi  s  Mother  taught  them  Eloquence  ; 
 From  herBreafts  Courage  flow'd,  from  her  Brain 
 Senfe  i 
 
 And 
 
And  the  grave  Beards,  who  heard  her  fpeak  in 
 Blufh'dnottobcinftrurted,  but o'ercomc.  iRome, 
 Your  Speech,  as  hers,  commands  Refpeft  from  all, 
 Your  very  Looks,  ^s  hers,  Rhetorical  : 
 Something  of  Grandeur  in  your  Verfe  Men  fee, 
 That  they  rife  up  to  it  as  Majefty. 
 The  wife  and  noble  Orrery* %  Regard 
 Was  much  obferv'd,  when  he  your  Poem  heard: 
 All  faid,  a  fitter  Match  was  never  feen, 
 Had  Tompeys  Widow  been  Arfamnes  Queen. 
 Tompey,  who  greater  than  himfelfs  become, 
 Now  in  your  Poem,  than  before  in  Rome; 
 And  much  more  lafting  in  the  Poets  Pen, 
 Great  Princes  live,than  the  proud  Towers  of  Men. 
 He  thanks  falfe  Egypt  for  its  Treachery, 
 Since  that  his  Ruin  is  fo  fung  by  thee  ; 
 And  fo  again  wou'd  periih,  if  withal, 
 Orinda  wou'd  but  celebrate  his  Fall. 
 Thus  pleafingly  the  Bee  delights  to  die, 
 Forefeeing,  he  in  Amber  Tomb  fhall  lie. 
 If  that  all  Egypte  for  to  purge  its  Crime, 
 Were  built  into  one  Pyramid  o'er  him, 
 Tompey  wou'd  lye  lefs  {lately  in  that  Herfe, 
 Than  he  doth  now,  Orinda^  in  thy  Verfe  : 
 This  makes  Cornelia  for  her  Tompey  vow, 
 Her  Hand  fhall  plant  his  Laurel  on  thy  Brow: 
 So  equal  in  their  Merits  were  both  found, 
 That  the  fame  Wreath  Poets  and  Princes  crown'd  : 
 
 And 
 
And  what  on  that  great  Captain's  Brow  was  dead, 
 She  joys  to  fee  re-flourifh'd  on  thy  Head. 
 
 In  the  French  Rock  Cornelia  firft  did  fliine. 
 But  fhin'd  not  like  her  felf  'till  ilie  was  thine: 
 Poems,  like  Gems,  translated  from  the  Place 
 Where  they  firft  grew,  receive  another  Grace, 
 Drefs'd  by  thy  Hand,  and  polifli'd  by  thy  Pen, 
 She  glitters  now  a  Star,  but  Jewel  then: 
 No  Flaw  remains,  no  Cloud,  all  now  is  Light, 
 TranfparentastheDay,  bright  parts  more  bright. 
 Corneille,  now  made  Englijhy  fo  doth  thrive, 
 As  Trees  tranfplanted  do  much  luftier  live. 
 Thus  Oar  digg'd  forth,  and  by  fuch  Hands  as  thine 
 Refin'd  and  ftamp'd,  is  richer  than  the  Mine. 
 Liquors  from  Veffel  into  Veflel  pour'd, 
 Muft  lofe  fome  Spirits  which  are  fcarce  reftor'd: 
 But  the  French  Wines,  in  their  own  Veflel  rare? 
 Pour'd  into  ours,  by  thy  hand,  Spirits  are; 
 So  high  in  Tafte,  and  fo  delicious, 
 Before  his  own  Corneille  thine  wou'd  chufe. 
 He  finds  himfelf  inlightned  here,  where  Shade 
 Of  dark  Expreflion  his  own  Words  had  made  : 
 That  what  he  wou'd  have  faid,  he  fees  fo  writ. 
 As  generoufly,  to  jufl  Decorum  fit. 
 When  in  more  Words  than  his  you  pleafeto  flow, 
 Like  a  fpread  Flood,  inriching  all  below, 
 To  the  Advantage  of  his  well-meant  Senfe, 
 jHe  gains  by  you  another  Excellence. 
 
 Tq 
 
b  render  Word  for  Word,  at  the  old  rate, 
 s  only  but  to  Conllruc,  not  Tranflate  : 
 n  your  own  Fancy  free,  to  his  Senfe  true, 
 We  read  Corneille^  and  Orinda  too  : 
 And  yet  ye  both  are  fo  the  very  fame, 
 As  when  i  woTapcrs  join'd  make  one  bright  Flame, 
 [And  Aire  the  Copier's  Honour  is  not  fmal), 
 When  Artifts  doubt  which  is  Original. 
 
 But  if  your  fetter'd  Mufe  thus  praifed  be, 
 What  great  things  do  you  write  when  it  is  free? 
 When  it  is  free  to  chufe  both  Senfe  and  Words, 
 Or  any  Subjeft  the  vail  World  affords  ? 
 A  gliding  Sea  of  Chryilal  doth  bett  ihow      [flow  : 
 Howfmooth,  clear,  full,  and  rich  your  Verie  doth 
 YourWords  are  chofen,  culPd  ,not  by  chance  writ, 
 To  make  the  Senfe,  as  Anagrams  do  hit. 
 Your  rich  becoming  Words  on  the  Senfe  wait, 
 As  Maids  of  Honour  on  a  Queen  of  State. 
 Tis  not  white  Satin  makes  a  Verfc  more  white, 
 Or  foft  ;  Iron  is  both,  write  you  017  it. 
 Your  Poems  come  forth  caft,  no  File  you  need; 
 At  one  brave  Heat  both  (hap'd  and  polifhed. 
 
 But  why  all  thefe  Encomiums  of  you, 
 Who  either  doubts,   or  will  not  take  as  due? 
 Renown  how  little  you  regard,  or  need, 
 Who,  like  the  Bee,  on  your  own  Sweets  doth  feed  ? 
 
 There  are,  who  like  weak  Foul  with  Shouts  f  al  1 
 Doz'd  with  an  Army's  Acclamation  :        [down, 
 
 Not 
 
Not  able  to  indure  Applaufe,  they  fall, 
 Giddy  with  Praife,  their  Praifes  Funeral 
 But  you,  Orinda,  are  fo  unconcern'd, 
 As  if  when  you,  another  we  commend . 
 Thus,  as  the  Sun,  you  in  your  Courfe  ihine  on^ 
 Unmov'd  with  all  our  Admiration: 
 Flying  above  the  Praife  you  fliun,  we  fee 
 Wit  is  ftill  higher  by  Humility. 
 
 Thilo-Thilippa. 
 
 TO    THE 
 
 Memory  of  the  Excellent  Orinda* 
 
 i. 
 
 F  Or  give  bright  Saint  a  Vofry,  who. 
 No  mi/five  Orders  has  to  /how, 
 Nor  does  a  Call  to  In/pit  at  ion  owe  : 
 Tet  rudely  dares  intrude  among 
 This /acred,  and  infpir'd  Throng  ; 
 Where  looking  round  me,  ev>ry  one  I  fee, 
 
 Is  a  /worn  ?  rie  ft  of  Phoebus,  or  of  thee. 
 Forgive  this  forward  Zeal  for  things  divine, 
 If  I frange  Fire  do  offer  at  thy  Shrine: 
 Since  the  fur e  Incenfe,  and  the  Gum 
 We  fend  up  to  the  Vow^rs  above, 
 (If  with  ^Devotion  givJn,  and  Love) 
 
 Smells 
 
Smells  fweet y   and  does  alike  accepted  prove, 
 As  if  from  golden  Cenfors  it  did  come  ; 
 
 Though  we  the  pious  Tribute  pay 
 In  fome  rude  l^ejfel  made  of  common  Clay. 
 
 II. 
 
 What  by  Tindaricks  can  be  done. 
 
 Since  the  great  PindarV  greater  *  Sort 
 (By  ev'ry  Grace  adorn'd,  and  every  Mufe  infpir'd) 
 From  ttf  ungrateful  Worlds  to  kinder  Heavens  re- 
 He,  and Orinda  from  us  gone,  \_tiryd: 
 What  Name  like  theirs  Jh all  we  now  call  upon  ? 
 Whether  her  Vertue,  or  her  Wit 
 We  chu fe  for  our  eternal  Theme, 
 What  Hand  can  draw  the  perfect  Scheme  ? 
 None  but  her  felf  could  fuch  high  Subjects  fît: 
 We  yield,  with  Shame,  we  yield 
 To  "Death  and  Her  the  Field: 
 For  were  not  Nature  partial  to  us  Men, 
 The  WorWs  great  Order  had  inverted  been  ; 
 Had  Jhe  fuch  Souls  placed  in  all  Woman-kind,  ' 
 GivJn  'em  like  Wit,  not  with  like  Goodnefsjoind, 
 Our  Vajjal  Sex  to  hers  had  Homage  paid; 
 Woman  hadruPdthe  World,  and  weaker  Man  obeyd- 
 
 ♦  Mr.  A.  Cowley. 
 
 m.To 
 
III. 
 
 To  thee,  O  Fame,  we  now  commit 
 Her,  andthefe  lafl  Remains  ofgenWous  Wit: 
 
 I  charge  thee,  deeply  to  enroll 
 This  glorious  Name  in  thy  immortal  Scrolls 
 
 IVrite  evry  Letter  in  large  Text, 
 
 And  then  to  make  the  Luflre  hold, 
 
 Let  it  be  done  with  pur  eft  Gold, 
 To  dazle  this  Age,  and  outjhine  the  next  : 
 
 Since  not  a  Name  more  bright  than  Hers, 
 
 In  this-,  or  thy  large  Book  appears. 
 And  thou  impartial,  powerful  Grave, 
 Thefe  Reliques  {like  her  death! efs  Toems)  favc* 
 
 Evnfrom  devouring  Time  fe cure, 
 
 May  they  ft  ill  reft  from  other  Mixture  pure  : 
 
 njnlefs  fome  dying  Monarch  jh  all,   to  trye 
 
 Whether  Orinda,  though  her  fe If  could  dye, 
 
 Can  fill  give  others  Immortality  ; 
 
 Think,  if  but  laid  in  her  miraculous  Tomb, 
 
 As  from  the  Prophet's  touchy   new  Life  from  hers 
 
 [may  come. 
 
 James  Tyrrell* 
 
 TO 
 
T  O    THE 
 
 Memory  of  the  'Incomparable  Orinck 
 
 A     PINDARICK     ODE, 
 
 I. 
 
 A  Long  Adieu  to  all  that's  bright, 
 Noble,  br  brave,  in  Womankind, 
 To  all  the  Wonders  of  their  Wit, 
 And  Trophies  of  their  Mind  ; 
 The  glowing  Heat  of  th'  Holy  Fire  is  gone, 
 
 To  th'Altar,  whence  'twas  kindled,  flown  ; 
 There's  nought  on  Earth,  but  Afhes  left  behind; 
 E're  fince  th' amazing  Sound  was  fpread, 
 
 O  R  I  NT>A's  Dead. 
 Every  foft  and  fragrant  Word, 
 All  that  Language  could  afford, 
 Every  high  and  lofty  thing 
 That's  wont  to  fet  the  Soul  on  Wing, 
 No  longer  with  this  worthlefs World  would  ftay  : 
 Thus  when  the  Death  of  the  great  Fan  was  told, 
 Along  the  Shore  the  difmal  Tidings  roll'd, 
 The  leffer  Gods  their  Fanes  forfook; 
 Confounded  with  the  mighty  Stroke, 
 They  could  not  over-live  that  fatal  Day, 
 Butfigh'd,  and  groan'd  their  gafpingOw/^away, 
 
 II.  How 
 
IL 
 
 How  rigid  are  the  Laws  of  Fate, 
 And  how  fevere  that  black  Decree  ? 
 No  fublunary  Thing  is  free. 
 But  all  mutt  enter  th' Adamantine  Gate: 
 
 Sooner  or  later  lhall  we  come 
 
 To  Nature's  dark  Retiring-Room  ; 
 
 And  yet  'tis  Pity,  is  it  not  ? 
 
 The  learned  as  the  Fool  fhould  dye, 
 
 One  full  as  low  as  t'other  lye  ; 
 Together  blended  in  the  general  Lot  ; 
 Diftinguifli'd  only  from  the  common  Croud, 
 By  an  hindg'd  Coffin,  or  an  Holland  Shroud, 
 Though  Fame  and  Honour  fpeak  them  ne'er  fo 
 Alas  Orinda,  even  thou  !  [loud; 
 
 Whofe  happy  Verfe  made  others  live, 
 And  certain  Immortality  could  give  ; 
 Blafted  are  all  thy  blooming  Glories  now, 
 
 The  Lawrel  withers  o're  thy  Brow: 
 Methinks  it  fhould  difturb  thee  to  conceive 
 
 That  when  poor  I  this  artlefs  Breath  refign, 
 My  Dull  fhould  have  as  much  of  Poetry  as  Thine, 
 
 in. 
 
 Too  foon  we  languilh  with  defire 
 Of  what  we  never  could  enough  admire; 
 On  th' Billows  of  this  World  fometimes  we  rife 
 So  dangeroufly  high, 
 "We  are  to  Heav'n  too  nigh; 
 
 Wheo 
 
When  (all  in  Rage 
 Grown  hoary  with  one  MintftVs  Age,) 
 The  very  ielf-fame  fickle  Wave, 
 Which  the  entrancing  Profpeft  gave, 
 Swoll'n  to  a  Mountain,  finks  into  a  Grave. 
 Too  happy  Mortals,  if  the  Pow'rs  above 
 
 As  merciful  wou'd  be, 
 And  eafie  to  preferve  the  thing  we  love, 
 
 As  in  the  giving  they  are  free  ! 
 But  they  too  oft  delude  our  weary'd  Eyes, 
 They  fix  a  flaming  Sword  'twixt  us  andParadife* 
 A  weeping  Evening  crowns  a  fmiling  Day, 
 Yet  why  fliou'd  heads  of  Gold  have  feet  of  Clay  ? 
 Why  fhou'd  the  Man  that  wav'd  th'  Almighty 
 That  led  the  Murmuring  Croud,      [Wand, 
 By  Pillar  and  by  Cloud, 
 Shiv'ring  a  top  of  aery  Tifgah  (land, 
 Only  to  fee,  but  never,  never  tread  the  promis'd 
 
 [Land? 
 
 IV. 
 
 Throw  your  Swords  and  Gauntlets  by, 
 
 You  daring  Sons  of  War, 
 You  cannot  purchafe  e'er  you  die* 
 One  honourable  Scar, 
 Since  that  fair  Hand  that  gilded  all  your  Bays, 
 That  in  Heroick  Numbers  wrote  your  Praife, 
 While  you  fecurely  flept  in  Honour's  Bed, 
 Itfelf,;alas!  is  withered,  cold,  and  dead; 
 
 b  Cold 
 
Cold  and  dead  are  all  thofe  Charms, 
 Which  burnilh'd  your  viftorious  Arms; 
 Inglorious  Arms  hereafter  muft 
 Blufb  firft  in  Blood,  and  then  in  Ruft: 
 
 No  Oil,  but  that  of  Her  fweet  Words,  willferve 
 Weapon  and  Warrior  to  preferve. 
 Expeft  no  more  from  this  dull  Age, 
 But  Folly,  or  Poetick  Rage, 
 Short-liv'd  Nothings  of  the  Stage, 
 
 Vented  to  Day,  and  cry'd  to  Morrow  down  : 
 
 With  Her  the  Soul  of  Poefie  is  gone  ; 
 Gone,  while  our  Expeditions  flew 
 As  high  a  pitch  as  flie  has  done, 
 Exhal'd  to  Heav'n  like  early  Dew, 
 
 Betimes  the  little  fhining  Drops  are  flown, 
 E'er  th'drowzy  World  perceiv'd  that  Manna  was 
 
 [come  down. 
 V. 
 You  of  the  Sex  that  wou'd  be  fair, 
 Exceeding  lovely,  hither  come, 
 Wou'd  you  be  pure  as  Angels  are,  . 
 Come  drefs  you  by  Orindds  Tomb, 
 And  leave  your  flattering  Glafs  at  home  ; 
 Within  this  Marble  Mirrour  fee 
 How  one  Day  fuch  as  She 
 
 You  muft,  and  yet  alas!  can  never  be. 
 Think  on  the  heights  of  that  vaft  Soul, 
 And  then  admire,  and  then  condole. 
 
 Think 
 
Think  on  the  Wonders  of  Her  Pen, 
 'Tvvas  that  made  Tomfty  truly  Great, 
 Neither  th'E>xpence  of  Blood  nor  Sweat, 
 Nor  yet  Cornelia's  Kindnefs  made  him  live  again. 
 With  Envy  think,  when  to  the  Grave  you  go, 
 How  very  little  mutt  be  faid  of  you, 
 Since  all  that  can  be  faid  of  virtuous  Woman 
 
 [was  her  due. 
 
 Thomas  Flatman,  M.  A. 
 
 O  N 
 
ON    T  H  E 
 
 D       E      A      T       H 
 
 O   F 
 
 Mrs. Katherine  Philips. 
 
 i. 
 
 CRuel  Tïifeafe!  Ah  could  it  not  Jitffice 
 Thy  old  and  confiant  Spight  to  exercife 
 Againfi  the  gentlefi  and  the  fair  eft  Sex9 
 Which  ft  ill  thy  'Depredations  moft  dp  vex  ? 
 
 Where  ft  ill  thy  Malice  moft  of  all 
 (Thy  Malice  or  thy  Luff)  does  on  the  F  air  eft  fall? 
 And  in  them  moft  ajfault  the  fair  eft  Tlace, 
 The  Throne  cfEmprefs  Beauty  *  even  tjpe  Face? 
 There  was  enough  of  that  here  to  ajpwage 
 {One  would  have  thought)  either  thy  Luft  or  Rage: 
 Was^t  not  enough j  when  VhoUj  profane  cDifeafe> 
 
 Didft  on  this  glorious  Temple  feize, 
 Was't  not  enoughs  like  a  wild  Zealot  therey 
 All  the  rich  outward  Ornaments  to  tear, 
 ^Deface  the  innocent  Tride  of  beauteous  Images  ? 
 Was't  not  enough  thus  rudely  to  defile^ 
 But  thoumuft  quite  deftroy  the  goodly  Tile? 
 
 And 
 
And  thy  unbounded  Sacrilege  comm'u 
 
 On  the  inward  I/o/veff  Holy  t>f  her  Witl 
 
 Cruel  T>ifeafe!  there  thou  mifloolzjl  thy  Tçwer; 
 
 No  Mine  of  "Death  can  that  devour-, 
 On  her  Embalmed  Name  it  will  abide 
 
 An  everlajting  Tyramide, 
 
 As  high  as  Heaven  the  Top,  as  Earth  the  Bafts 
 
 [wide, 
 
 II, 
 
 All  Ages  pafl,  record-,  all  Countries  now 
 In  various  kinds  fuch  equal  Beauties  Jhow3 
 
 That  even  Judge  Paris  would  not  know 
 On  whom  the  Golden  Apple  to  bejlow. 
 Tho*  GoddeJJ'es  to  his  Sentence  did  fubmit* 
 IVomen  and  Lovers  would  appeal  from  it; 
 Nor  durjl  he  fay,  of  all  the  Female  Race? 
 
 This  is  the  Sovereign  Face. 
 And  feme  (tho^  thefe  be  of  a  Kind  that's  Rare* 
 Thafs  much,  oh  much  le fs  frequent  than  the  Fair) 
 So  equally  renowned  for  Virtue  are, 
 That  it  the  Mother  of  the  Gods  might  pofe, 
 
 ben  the  befl  Woman  for  her  Guide  fhc  cboft 
 
 But  if  Àpollo  Jjjould  defign 
 
 A IV oman  Lauréat  to  make, 
 Without  T)ifpute  he  would  Orinda  takex 
 
 Tho"*  Sappho  and  the  famous  Nine 
 by,  and  did  repine, 
 
 3 
 
To  be  a  T  rince fs  or  a  Queen 
 Is  great ';  but  'tis  a  Greatnefs  always  feen  ; 
 The  World  did  never  but  two  Women  know 
 Who,  one  by  fraud,  the  other  by  Wit  did  rife 
 To  the  two  Tops  of  Spiritual  dignities  ; 
 One  Female  Tope  of  old,  one  Female  Toet  now. 
 
 III. 
 
 Of  Female  Toets,  who  had  Names  of  old, 
 
 Nothing  is  Jbewn,  but  only  told, 
 And  all  we  hear  of  them,  perhaps  may  be 
 Male  flattery  only,  and  Male  Toetry  ; 
 Few  Minutes  did  their  Beauties  Lightning  wafle, 
 The  Thunder  of  their  Voice  did  longer  lafi, 
 
 But  that  too  foon  was  pajl. 
 The  certain  Troofs  of  our  OrindaV  Wit 
 In  her  own  lafiing  Characters  are  writ, 
 And  they  will  long  my  Traife  of  them  furvive, 
 
 Thoy  long  perhaps  too  that  may  live. 
 The  Trade  of  Glory  managed  by  the  Ten, 
 '-  Tho'  great  it  be,  and  every  where  is  found, 
 *Does  bring  in  but  fmall  Trofit  to  us  Men  ; 
 'Tis  by  the  number  of  the  Sharers  drown  V, 
 Orinda  in  the  female  Coafs  of  Fame 
 Engrojfes  all  the  Goods  of  a  Toetick  Name, 
 
 She  does  no  Tartner  with  her  fee  ; 
 T>oes  all  the  Bufinefs  there  Alone,  which  we 
 Are  forced  to  carry  on  by  a  whole  Company. 
 
 IV.  But 
 
IV. 
 
 But  Wifs  like  a  luxuriant  Vine, 
 
 Un  le f s  to  J  "irtufs  "Prop  it  join, 
 
 Firm  and  crett  towards  Heaven  bound, 
 Tbo*  it  with  beauteous  Leaves  ai?  dp  le  a  faut  Fruit  be 
 It  lies  deform"  d,  and  rot  ting  on  the  GroundL^o^^d, 
 
 Nov;  Shame  and  Blujhes  on  us  all 
 
 Who  our  otvn  Sex  fuperior  eall; 
 
 Orinda  does  our  boafting  Sex  cut-do. 
 
 Not  in  Wit  only,  but  in  Virtue  too  : 
 
 She  does  above  our  befl  Examples  rife. 
 
 In  hate  of  Vice,  and  fcorn  of  Vanities. 
 
 Never  t  id  Spirit  of  the  Manly  Make, 
 
 And  dipt  all  oer  in  Learnings  facred  Lake, 
 
 A  Temper  more  invulnerable  take  ; 
 
 No  violent  TaJJion  could  an  Entrance  find 
 
 Into  the  tender  Goodnefs  of  her  Mind: 
 
 Thro"  Walls  of  Stone  thofe  furious  Bullets  may 
 
 Force  the.  :>ns  Way, 
 
 n  her  foft  Brcafi  they  hit,   damped  and  dead 
 
 [they  lay. 
 
 V. 
 
 The  Fame  of  Friend/hip,  which  fo  long  had  told 
 Of  three  or  four  illufirious  Names  of  old, 
 Till  hoarfe  and  weary  of  the  Tale  Jhe  gtew^ 
 Rejoyces  now  to  have  got  a  new, 
 
 A  nev'j  and  more  furprifmg  Story, 
 Lucaila  and  OrindaV  Glory, 
 
 b  \  As 
 
As  when  a  prudent  Man  does  once  perceive 
 That  in  fome  foreign  Country  he  mufl  live, 
 The  Language  and  the  Manners  he  does  ftrive 
 To  under  ft  and  and  praffife  here. 
 That  he  may  come  no  Stranger  there  ; 
 So  well  Orinda  did  her  felf  prepare. 
 In  this  much  different  Clime,  for  her  Remove, 
 To  the  glad  World  of  Toetry  and  Love, 
 There  all  the  Bleft  do  but  one  Body  grow, 
 And  are  made  one  too  with  their  glorious  Head, 
 
 Whom  there  triumphantly  they  wed, 
 After  the  fecret  Contract  paft  below  ; 
 There  Love  into  Identity  does  go, 
 ^Tis  the  fir  ft  unities  Monarchique  Throne, 
 The  Centre  that  knits  all,  where  the  great  Three'' s 
 
 [but  One. 
 
 Abraham  Cowley. 
 
 THE 
 
THE 
 
 TABLE 
 
 TT?OAr  the  double  Murther  of  King  Charles  T. 
 ^J    m  an  fiver  to  a  libellous  Copy  of  Rhymes  7nade 
 by  Yavafor  Powel.  Pag.  i 
 
 On  the  ?iumerous  Accefs  of  the  Englifli  to  wait  upon 
 the  King  in  Flanders.  x 
 
 Arion  on  a  Dolphin^  To  his  Majejly  at  hisPaffage 
 into  England.  4 
 
 On  the  fair  Weather  juft  at  the  Coronation^  it  ha- 
 vtng  rained  immediately  before  and  after .         6 
 To  the  Queens  Majefly  on  her  arrival  at  Portf- 
 mouth,  May  14.  i66z.  7 
 
 To  the  Queen'' s  Mother  s  Majefty->  Jan.  1.166] .     9 
 Upon  the  Trincefs  Roy  alher  Return  into  England. 
 
 11 
 On  theDcath of  the IlluflriousDuke  0/Gloucefter. 
 
 i% 
 To  her  Royal  Highnefs  the  'Dut chefs  of  York,   on 
 her  commanding  me  to  fend  her  fome  Things  I 
 had  written.  15 
 
 On  the  Death  of  the  Queen  of  Bohemia.  1 6 
 
 On  the  third  0/ September,  165-1.  1 3 
 
 To  the  noble  Palœmon,-  on  his  incomparable  Dif 
 courfe  of  Friendjhip.  19 
 
 To  the  Right  Honourable  Alice  Count efs  0/ Car- 
 bury,  at  her  coming  into  Wales.  2 1 
 
 To 
 
The    TABLE. 
 
 To  Sir  Edward  Deering  (the  noble  Silvander)  m 
 his  "Dream  and  Navy  >  per/onatiugOvindiz'sf  re- 
 ferring Rofania  before  SolomonV  Traffick  to 
 Ophir.  22 
 
 To  Mr.  Henry  Lawes.  x3 
 
 A  Sea-Voyage  from  Tenby  to  Briftol,  begun  Sept. 
 y.  1652.  fent  from  Briftol  to  Lucafi,  Sept.  8. 
 165-2.  26 
 
 Friend/hip^  s  Myftery,  To  my  dearejl  Lucafia.      28 
 Content?  to  my  dearejl  Lucafia.  29 
 
 A  Dialogue  of Abfence^twixtX-teciifa  and  Orinda. 
 Set  by  yir.  Henry  Lawes.  32 
 
 To  my  dear  eft  Sifter ',  Mrs.  C.  P.  on  her  Marriage. 
 
 34 
 To  Mr.  Henry  Vaughan,  Silurift,  on  his  Toems.    3  f 
 
 A  retired  Friend/hip,  to  Ardelia.  36 
 
 To  Mrs.  Mary  Carne,  when  Philafter  courted 
 her.  3  8 
 
 To  Mr.  J.  B.  the  noble  Cratnnder,  upon  a  Compoft- 
 tion  of  his  which  he  was  notwillingto  own  pub- 
 lickly.  40 
 
 To  the  excellent  Mrs.  Anne  Owen,  upon  her  re- 
 ceiving the  Name  0/ Lucafia,  and  Adoption  into 
 our  Society -,  December  28.  165-1.  41 
 
 To  the  truly  noble  Mrs.  Anne  Owen,  on  myfirft 
 Approaches.  42 
 
 Lucafia.  43 
 
 Wifton  AW/f.  46 
 
 Friend/hip  in  Emblème ',  or  the  SeaU  to  my  dear  eft 
 Lucafia.  47 
 
 /;/  Memory  ofY.  P.  who  dyed  at Afton,  May  24. 
 1660.  at  Twelve  Tears  and  a  half.  5-0 
 
 /;/  Memory  of  that  'excellent  Terfon  Mrs.  Mary 
 Lloyd  of  Bodidrift  in  Denbighihire,   who  died 
 
 Noy 
 
The    TABL  E. 
 
 Nov.  13.    1 60.   after  jl?e  came  thither  from 
 Pembrokefhire.  5-3 
 
 To  the  truly  competently  udge  of  Honour  ^  Lucafia, 
 upon  a  fcandalous  Libel  made  by  J     |  57 
 
 To  Anterior,  on  a  Taper  of  mine  which  J.  J.  threa- 
 tens to  publijh  to  prejudice  him.  <j0 
 Rofania  jbaddwedwhtljl  Mrs.  Mary  Awbrcy.     61 
 To  the  Queen  of  Inconfaucy,   Regina  Collier,  in 
 Antwerp.  5 
 To  ?ny  excellent  Lucafia,  on  ourTriendf/ip.         6c 
 RofaniaV/r/T/rf/^  Marriage.                               ^ 
 Injuria  Amicitia^.                                                <jg 
 To  Regina  Collier,  on  her  Cruelty  to  Philafler.     70 
 To  Philafter,  on  his  Melancholy  for  Regina.        ji 
 •  PhilocleaV  "Parting.                                            fo 
 To   Rofania,    now  Mrs.  Montague,  beiw  with 
 
 To  ny  Lucafia. 
 
 On  Controversies  in  Religion,  * 
 
 To  the  honoured  Lady  E.  C.  A 
 
 Parting  with  Lucafia,  a  Song.  g 
 
 Againfl  Pleafure.     Set  by  T>r.  Coleman.  8c 
 
 A  Prayer.  g£ 
 
 To  Mrs.  M.  A.   upon  Abfence.  89 
 
 To  Mrs.  Mary  Awbrey.  Q£ 
 
 /;/  Memory  of  Mr.  Cartwright.  01 
 
 Mr.  Francis  Finch,  the  excellent  Patemon.  ib 
 To  Mrs.  M.  A.' at  Parting. 
 
 To  my  dearefl  Antenor,  on  his  Parting.  çX 
 
 Engraven  on  Mr.  John  CollierV  Tomb-flone  at 
 
 nedhngton.  g 
 
 On  the  little  Regina  Collier,   on  the  fame  Tomb- 
 
 fione. 
 Iriendjhip.  Z? 
 
 The 
 
The    TABLE. 
 
 The  Enquiry.  10: 
 
 To  my  Lucafia,   in  "Defence  of  declared  Friend* 
 
 fhtp.  10; 
 
 A  Re  [very.  10; 
 
 A  Country  Life.  1 1 
 
 To  Mrs.  Wogan,  my  honoured  Friend,  ou  theT>eati 
 
 of  her  Husband.  114 
 
 In  Memory  of  the  mofljuflly  honoured,  Mrs.  Owen 
 
 of  Orielton.  116 
 
 A  Friend.  118 
 
 L'Accord  du  Bien.  122 
 
 Invitation  to  the  Country.  127 
 
 In  Memory  of  Mrs.  E.  H.  129 
 
 On  RofaniaV  Apoftacy,  andlJic&fàs  Friendfhip. 
 
 131 
 
 To  my  Lady  Eliz.  Boyle,  JîngingNow  Affairs,^*. 
 
 132, 
 Submiffion.  133 
 
 2  Cor.  5.  19.  God  was  in  Chriji  reconciling  the 
 World  to  himfelf  136 
 
 the  World.  138 
 
 The  Soul.  141 
 
 Happinefs.  ,  1 4^ 
 
 ^Death.  147 
 
 To  thie  Gheetfs  Majefty,  on  her  late  Sicknefs  and 
 Recovery.  148 
 
 Ode  upon  Mr.  A.  Cowley  9s  Retirement,  150 
 
 The  Irijh  Grey-hound.  153 
 
 Song,  to  the  Tune  0/ Sommes  nous  pas  trops  heu- 
 reux. 155* 
 A  "Dialogue  betwixt  Lucafia  tf/^Rofania,  imita- 
 ting that  of  gentle  Thirfis.  ib. 
 Song  to  the  Tune  of  Adieu  Phillis.  157 
 An  Epitaph  on  my  honoured  Mother  Mrs.  Philips*?/ 
 
 Por- 
 
The  T  A  B  L  E. 
 
 Portheynon/tfCardigan-ihire,  who  dyed  Jm.  i. 
 
 Lucaiia,  Rofania,  and'Ovmdz  Tart ing  at  a  Foun- 
 tain, July  166}.  15-9 
 A  Farewelto  Rofania.  160 
 T$  my  Lady  Anne  Boyle  faying  I  looked  angrily 
 upon  her.  ib. 
 On  the  Welfli  Language.  161 
 To  the  Countefs  of  Thanet  upon  her  Marriage. 
 
 163 
 On  her  Son  H.  P.  at  St.  SythV  Church,  where  her 
 Body  a  I/o  lyes  interred.  165* 
 
 On  the  "Death  of  my  Lord  Rich,  only  Son  to  the 
 Earl  of  Warwick,  who  died  of  the  Small  Pox, 
 1664.  166 
 
 The  Virgin.  168 
 
 Upon  the  graving  of  her  Name  upon  a  Tree  in  Barne- 
 Elms  JValks.  169 
 
 To  my  dearefl  Friend  Mrs.  A.  Owen,  upon  her 
 greatefl  Lofs.  ib. 
 
 Orinda/<?  Lucafia, /dr£/>/g-  Oftober  1661,  ^Lon- 
 don. 172 
 On  the  fir fl  0/ January  165-7.  *75 
 To  my  LadyM.  Cavendifh,  chufing  the  Name  of 
 Policrite.  ib. 
 Again/l  Love.                                                        177 
 A  Dialogue  of  Friend/hip  multiplied.                   ib. 
 Roiania  to  Lucafia  on  her  Letters.                    1^9 
 To  my  Antenor,  March  16.  166:.                    *8o 
 A  Triton  to  Lucafia  going  to  Sea.                     181 
 Orinda  upon  tittle  Hector  Philips.                    1 8  3 
 To  the  Lady  E.  Boyle.                                        184 
 To  my  Lord  Duke  0/Ormond  upon  the  late  Flot. 
 
 186 
 To 
 
The  T  A  B  L  E. 
 
 Tû  the  Count efs  of  Rofcomon,  with  aCopy  0/Pom- 
 
 On  the  'Death  of  the  truly  honourable  Sir  Walter 
 Lloyd,  Knight.  1 88 
 
 Orinda  to  Lucafia.  191 
 
 To  Celimena.  192 
 
 An  Anfwer  to  another  ferfwading  a  Lady  to  Mar- 
 riage, ib. 
 Lucafia  and  Orinda,    farting  with  Paftora  and 
 Phillis  at  Ipfwich.                                          193 
 Epitaph  on  my  truly  honoured  P.  Scipio.            194 
 To  mr,  Sam.  Cooper  having  taken  LucafiaV  Pi- 
 tture,  given  December  14.  1660.                196 
 ^Parting  with  a  Friend                                    197 
 To  my  dear  eft  Friend  upon  her  Jhunning  Grandeur. 
 
 199 
 To  Paftora  being  with  her  Friend.  202 
 
 To  my  Lord  and  Lady  Dungannon  on  their  Mar- 
 riage, May  11,  1662.  204 
 To  his  Grace ,   Gilbert  Lord  Archbijhop  of  Can- 
 terbury, July  10,  1664.                                208 
 La  Solitude  de  St.  Amant,  in  French  and  Eng- 
 lifh,                                                              210 
 Tendres  defers,  out  of  French  Profe.            226 
 Amanti  ch'  in  pianti,  &c.  ib. 
 A  P  aft  oral  of  Mon f  de  ScuderyV  in  the  fir  ft  Vo- 
 lume of  Almahide,  Englifhed.                     <lxj' 
 Tranftation  of  Thomas  a  Kempis  into  Verfe,   out 
 of  Monf.  Corneille.                                      242 
 Pompey,  a  Tragedy.                                         25-4 
 Horace,    a  Tragedy,  Tranftated  from  Monfieur 
 Corneille.                                               412 
 
 POEMS 
 
 1 
 
POEMS 
 
 O  N 
 
 Several  Occasions, 
 
 i  the  double  Murtber  of  King  CHARLES  I. 
 in  Anfwet  to  a  Libellous  Copy  of  Rhimes  by 
 Vavafbr  Powell. 
 
 1  Think  not  on  the  State,  nor  am  concern'd 
 Which  way  foever  the  great  Helm  is  turn'd; 
 But  as  that  Son,  whofe  Father's  Danger  nigh* 
 Did  force  his  Native  Dumbnefs,  and  untie 
 The  fetter'd  Organs  >  fo  this  is  a  Caufe 
 That  will  excufe  the  Breach  of  Nature's  Laws, 
 Silence  were  now  a  Sin,  nay  Paflion  now 
 Wife  Men  themfelves  for  Merit  would  alio 
 What  noble  Eye  could  fee  (and  carelefs  pafs) 
 The  dying  Lion  kick'd  by  ev'ry  Afs  ? 
 
 B  Has 
 
2  Toems  on  fever  al  Occasions. 
 
 Has  Charles  fo  broke  God's  Laws>  be  mufl  not  have 
 
 A  quiet  Crown,  nor  yet  a  quiet  Grave  ? 
 
 Tombs  have  been  Sanduaries^  Thieves  lye  there 
 
 Secure  from  all  their  Penalty  and  Fear. 
 
 Great  Charles  his  double  Mifcry  was  this% 
 
 Unfaithful  Friends,  ignoble  Enemies. 
 
 Had  any  Heathen  been  this  Prince's  Foe, 
 
 He  would  have  wept  to  fee  him  injur'd  fo. 
 
 His  Title  was  his  Crime,  they'd  Reafon  good 
 
 To  guarrel  at  the  Right  they  had  withftood. 
 
 He  broke  Gods  Laws>  and  therefore  he  mufl  die^ 
 
 And  what  (hall  then  become  of  thee  and  I> 
 
 Slander  mult  follow  Treafon^  but  yet  ftay, 
 
 Take  not  our  Reafon  with  our  King  away. 
 
 Tho*  you  have  feiz'd  upon  all  our  Defence, 
 
 Yet  do  not  fequefttr  our  common  Senfe. 
 
 Chrijl  will  be  Ktng>  but  I  ne'er  underftood 
 
 His  Subje&s  built  his  Kingdom  up  with  Blood, 
 
 Except  their  own  -,  or  that  he  would  difpence 
 
 With  his  Commands,  tho'  for  his  own  Defence. 
 
 Oh  !  to  what  height  of  horrour  are  they  come 
 
 Who  dare  pull  down  a  Crown,  tear  up  a  Tomb  ? 
 
 On  the  numerous  Accefs  of  the  Englifti  to  wait  upon 
 the  King  in  Flanders. 
 
 ii 
 
 Aften,  Great  Prince,  unto  thy  Britijh  Ifles, 
 Or  all  thy  Subjects  will  become  Exiles. 
 
 To 
 
Toems  on  J  ever  al  Occa fions.  , 
 
 To  thee  they  flock,  thy  Prefence  is  their  Home^ 
 i,  As  Tomp(f<  (imp,  wfaere-cer  it  mov'd,  was  Rome* 
 They  that  afferted  thy  Juft  Caufe  go  hence, 
 To  teftifk  their  Joy  and  Reverence  $ 
 And  thofe  that  did  not,  now,  by  Wonder  taught, 
 Go  to  confefs  and  expiate  their  Fault. 
 So  that  if  thou  dofl  flay,  thy  gafping  Land 
 It  felf  will  empty  on  the  Belgick  Sand  : 
 Where  the  affrighted  ^Dutchman  doesprofefs 
 He  thinks  it  an  Invafion,  not  Addrefs. 
 As  we  unmonarch'd  were  for  want  of  theef 
 So  'till  thou  come  we  (hall  unpeopled  be. 
 None  but  the  clofe  Fanatick  will  remain, 
 Who  by  our  Loyalty  his  Ends  will  gain: 
 And  he  th*  exhaufted  Land  will  quickly  find 
 As  dcfolate  a  Place  as  he  defign'd. 
 For  England  (tho'  grown  old  with  Woes)  will  fee 
 Her  Jong  deny'd  and  Sovereign  Remedy. 
 So  when  old  Jacob  could  but  Credit  give 
 That  his  prodigious  Jofeph  ftill  did  Jive, 
 (Jofeph  that  was  preferved,  to  rtftore 
 Their  Lives  that  would  have  taken  his  before) 
 It  is  enough,  (faid  he)  to  Egypt  1 
 WtllgO)  and  fee  him  once  before  1  dit. 
 
 B  2  Arioc 
 
4  cpoems  on  feveral  Occajions. 
 
 Arion  on  a  T)olphin  :   To  His  Majefty  at  his  Taf- 
 fage  into  England. 
 
 WHom  does  this  (lately  Navy  bring  ? 
 O  !  'tis  Great  Britain y  Glorious  King* 
 Convey  him  then,  ye  Winds  and  Seas, 
 Swift  as  Defire,  and  calm  as  Peace. 
 In  your  Refpedt  let  him  furvey 
 What  all  his  other  Subjcfts  pay  ^ 
 And  prophefie  to  them  again 
 The  fplendid  fmoothnefs  of  his  Reign. 
 Charles  and  his  mighty  Hopes  you  bear: 
 A  greater  now  than  Cœfar's  here  $ 
 Whofe  Veins  a  richer  Purple  boaft 
 Than  ever  Hero's  yet  engroft  3 
 Sprung  from  a  Father  fo  Auguft, 
 He  Triumphs  in  his  very  Duft. 
 In  him  two  Miracles  we  view, 
 His  Virtue  and  his  Safety  too  : 
 For  when  compell'd  by  Traitors  Crimes 
 To  breathe  and  bow  in  Foreign  Climes* 
 Expos'd  to  all  the  rigid  Fate 
 That  does  on  wither'd  Greatnefs  wait, 
 Plots  againft  Life  and  Conscience  laid, 
 By  Foespurfu'd,  by  Friends  betray *d  3 
 Then  Heavn,  his  fecret  potent  Friend, 
 Did  him  from  Drugs  and  Stabs  defend  5 
 
 And, 
 
To  em  s  on  ft  ver  al  Occafîons. 
 
 And,  wliat's  more  yet,  kept  him  upright, 
 
 "Midft  flattering  Hope  and  bloody  Fight. 
 
 Cr  his  wh  >le  Right  never  gain'd, 
 
 7)  fender  of  the  Faith  remain'd  5 
 
 For  which  his  Predecefibrs  fought, 
 
 And  writ,  but  none  fo  dearly  bought. 
 
 Never  was  Prince  fo  much  befieg'd, 
 
 Ar  home  provok'd,  abroad  oblig'd  > 
 
 Nor  ever  Man  rcfifted  thus, 
 
 No  not  great  Athanafius. 
 
 No  help  of  Friends  could,  or  Foes  fpight, 
 
 To  fierce  Invafion  him  invite. 
 
 Revenge  to  him  no  Pkafure  is, 
 
 He  fpar'd  their  Blood  who  gap  d  for  his  ^ 
 
 Blufh'd  any  Hands  the  Englijh  Crown 
 
 Should  ftften  on  him  but  their  own. 
 
 As  Peace  and  Freedom  with  him  went, 
 
 With  him  they  came  from  Baniflament. 
 
 That  he  might  his  Dominions  win, 
 
 He  with  himfelf  did  firft  begin  : 
 
 And,  that  beft  Viftory  obtaind, 
 
 His  Kingdom  quickly  he  regained. 
 
 Th'  Uluftrious  Suff'rings  of  this  Prince 
 
 Did  all  reduce>  and  all  convince. 
 
 He  only  liv'd  with  fuch  Sucç.fs, 
 
 That  the  whole  World  would  fight  with  lefs. 
 
 Aflifhnt  Kings  could  but  fubdue 
 
 Thofe  Foes  which  he  can  Pardon  too. 
 
 B  3  He 
 
S  Toems  on  fever  al  Occafîons. 
 
 He  thinks  no  Slaughter-Trophies  good, 
 Nor  Lawrels  dipt  in  Subjects  Blood  ^ 
 But  with  a  fweet  refifllefs  Art 
 Difarms  the  Hand,  and  wins  the  Heart  $ 
 And  like  a  God  doth  refcue  thofe 
 Who  did  themfelves  and  him  oppofe. 
 
 Go,  wondrous  Prince,  adorn  that  Throne 
 Which  Birth  and  Merit  make  your  own  5 
 And  in  your  Mercy  brighter  fhine 
 Than  in  the  Glories  of  your  Line  : 
 Find  Love  at  home,  and  abroad  Fear, 
 And  Veneration  every  where. 
 Th'  united  World  will  you  allow 
 Their  Chief,  to  whom  the  Englifh  bow: 
 And  Monarchs  (hall  to  yours  refort, 
 As  Shebas  Queen  to  Judah's  Court  ^ 
 Returning  thence,  conftrained  more 
 To  wonder,  envy,  and  adore. 
 Difcover'd  Rome  will  hate  your  Crown, 
 But  fhe  fhall  tremble  at  your  Frown. 
 
 For  England  fhall  (rul'd  and  reftor'd  by  You) 
 The  fuppliant  World  Proted:,  or  elfe  Subdue. 
 
 On  the  Fair  Weather  juft  at  the  Coronation^  it  hav- 
 ing rained  immediately  before  and  after. 
 
 SO  clear  a  Seafon,  and  fo  fnatch'd  from  Storms, 
 Shews  Heavn  delights  to  fee  what  Man  performs. 
 
 Well 
 
Tocms  on   fcvcral  Occajions. 
 Well  knew  the  Sun,  if  fuch  a  Day  were  dim, 
 It  would  have  been  an  Injury  to  him: 
 For  then  a  Cloud  had  from  his  Eye  conceal'd 
 The  nobltfl  Sight  that  ever  he  beheld. 
 He  therefore  chick'd  th'invading  Runs  we  fear'd, 
 And  in  a  bright  *Pannthtjis  appear'd. 
 So  that  we  knew  not  which  look'd  mod  content, 
 The  King,  the  People,  or  the  Firmament. 
 But  the  Solemnity  once  fully  paft, 
 The  Storm  return'd  with  an  impetuous  haft. 
 And  Heav'n  and  Earth  each  other  to  outdo, 
 Vied  both  in  Cannons  and  in  Fire-works  too. 
 So  lfrael  pafs'd  through  the  divided  Flood, 
 While  in  obedient  heaps  the  Ocean  flood  : 
 But  the  fame  Sea  (the  Htbrvws  once  on  Shore} 
 Return'd  in  Torrents  where  it  was  before. 
 
 To  the  Queen's  Majefty,    on  Her  Arrival  at  Portf. 
 mouth,  May  14.     1662. 
 
 NO  W  that  the  Seas  and  Winds  fo  kind  are  grown, 
 For  our  Advantage  to  refign  their  own  5 
 Now  you  have  quitted  the  triumphant  Fleet, 
 And  fuffer'd  EngUJb  Ground  to  kifs  your  Feet, 
 Whilft  your  glad  Subje&s  with  Impatience  throng 
 To  fee  a  Bleffing  they  havebegg'd  fo  long} 
 
 B  4  Whilft 
 
8  Toems  on  ftveral  Occafions. 
 
 Whilft  Nature  (who  in  compliment  to  you 
 Kept  back  'till  now  her  Wealth  and  Beauty  too) 
 Hath,  to  attend  the  Luftre  your  Eyes  bring, 
 Sent  forth  her  lov'd  AmbafTador  the  Springy 
 Whilst  in  your  Praife  Fame's  echo  doth  confpire 
 With  the  fofr  Touches  of  the  facred  Lyre 5 
 Let  an  obfeurer  Mufe,  upon  her  Knees, 
 Prefent  you  with  fuch  Offerings  as  thefe, 
 And  you  as  a  Divinity  adore, 
 That  Ço  your  Mercy  may  appear  the  more  5 
 Who,  though  of  thofe  you  fbould  the  bed  receive, 
 Can  fuch  imperfed:  ones  as  thefe  forgive. 
 
 Hail  Royal  Beauty,  Virgin  bright  and  great, 
 Who  do  our  Hopes  fecure,  our  Joys  compleat. 
 We  cannot  reckon  what  to  you  we  owe, 
 Who  make  him  happy  who  makes  us  be  fo. 
 But  Heav'ii  for  us  the  defp'rate  Debt  hath  paid, 
 Who  fuch  a  Monarch  hath  your  Trophy  made. 
 A- Prince  whofe  Virtue  did  alone  fubdue 
 Armies  of  Men,  and  of  Offences  too. 
 So  good,  that  from  him  all  our  Bleflings  flow, 
 Yet  is  a  greater  than  he  can  befiow. 
 So  great,  that  he  difpenfes  Life  and  Death, 
 And  Europe's  Fate  depends  upon  his  Breath. 
 CFot  Fortune  in  amends  now  courts  him  more 
 Than  ever  flie  ,  ed  him  before: 
 
 As  Lovers  that  of  Jeaîoufie  repent 
 Grow  troublefome  in  kind  Acknowledgment.) 
 
 Who 
 
cpocniî  on  fever  al  Occajïons. 
 
 Who  greater  Courage  fhcw'd  in  wooing  you, 
 Than  other  Pri  jhe;r  BaTtt  Is  do. 
 
 Nevi  r  to      A    un  fo  genr roufly  defy'd  5 
 
 Prey!  he  coufts  a  Bride. 
 Hence  thty  may  guefs  what  will  his  Anger  prove, 
 \\  h  appeared  fo  brave  in  making  Love  5 
 
 And  be  more  wife  than  to  provoke  his  Arms, 
 Whom  fabmit  to  nothing  bat  your  Charms. 
 And  'rill  they  give  him  icifure  to  fubduc, 
 Hi?  Enemies  muft  owe  their  Pence  to  you. 
 Wiiilft  he  and  you  mixing  illuftrious  Rays, 
 As  much  above  our  Wi'^es  as  onr  Praife, 
 Such  Hero's  (hall  pioduce,  as  even  they 
 Without  Regret  or  Blulhes  (hall  obey. 
 
 To  the  Queen- Mother  s  Majefty>  Jan.  1.   166?. 
 
 YOU  juftly  may  forfake  a  Land,  which  you 
 Have  found  fo  guilty  and  fo  fatal  too. 
 Fortune,   injurious  to  your  Innocence, 
 Shot  all  her  poifon*d  Arrows  here,  or  hence. 
 *T\vas  here  bold  Rebels  once  your  Life  purfu'd 
 (To  whom  'twas  Treafon  only  to  be  rude5>) 
 'Till  you  were  fore'd  by  their  unwariei  Spight 
 (O  glorious  Criminal!)   to  take  your  flight. 
 Whence  after  you  all  that  was  Human  fled  3 
 For  here,  oh  !  here  the  Royal  Martyr  bled, 
 
 Whofc 
 
io  Toems  on  fever al  Occafwns. 
 
 Whofe  Caufe  and  Heart  rnuft  be  divine  and  high* 
 
 That  having  you  could  be  content  to  die. 
 
 Here  they  purloin'd  what  we  to  you  did  owe, 
 
 And  paid  you  in  variety  of  woe. 
 
 Yet  all  thofe  Billows  in  your  Bread  did  meet 
 
 A  Heart  fo  firm,  fo  loyal,  and  fo  fweet, 
 
 That  over  them  you  greater  Conqueft  made 
 
 Than  your  immortal  Father  ever  ha  J. 
 
 For  we  may  read  in  Story  of  fome  few 
 
 That  fought  like  him,  none  that  indur'd  like  you: 
 
 'Jill  Sorrow  bluih'd  to  ad  what  Traitors  meant, 
 
 And  Providence  it  felf  did  firfl:  repent. 
 
 But  as  our  A&ive,  fo  our  Pafîive,  111 
 
 Hath  made  your  (hare  to  be  the  SufPrer's  ftill. 
 
 As  from  our  Mifchiefs  all  your  Troubles  grew, 
 
 *Tis  your  fad  right  to  fuffer  for  them  too. 
 
 Elfe  our  Great  Charles  had  not  been  hence  fo  long, 
 
 Nor  the  Iliuftrious  Glou'fter  dy'd  fo  young: 
 
 Nor  had  we  loft  a  Princefs  all  confcft 
 
 To  be  the  greateft,  wifeft,  and  the  beft; 
 
 Who  leaving  colder  Parts,  but  lefs  unkind, 
 
 (For  it  was  here  (he  fet,  and  there  the  (hind,) 
 
 Did  to  a  mod  ungrateful  Climate  come 
 
 To  make  a  Vifit,  and  to  find  a  Tomb. 
 
 So  that  we  (houli  as  much  your  Smile  defpair, 
 
 As  of  your  ftay  in  this  unpurged  Air* 
 
 But  that  your  Mercy  doth  exceed  our  Crimes 
 
 As  much  as  your  Example  former  times, 
 
 And 
 
Toerns  on  fevcral  Occafïons.  1 1 
 
 And  will  forgive  our  Offrings,   though  the  Flame 
 Docs  tremble  ftill  betwixt  Regret  and  Shame. 
 For  we  have  juftly  fuffer'd  more  than  you^ 
 By  the  fad  Guilt  of  all  your  Sufferings  too. 
 As  you  the  great  Idea  have  been  feen 
 Of  either  Fortune,  and  in  both  a  Queen, 
 Live  ftill  triumphant  by  the  nobleft  Wars, 
 And  juftifie  your  reconciled  Stars. 
 See  your  Offenders  for  your  Mercy  bow, 
 And  your  try'd  Virtue  all  Mankind  allow  3 
 While  you  to  fuch  a  Race  have  giv'n  birth, 
 As  are  contended  for  by  Heav'n  and  Earth. 
 
 Upon  the  Trincefs  Royal  her  Return  into  England. 
 
 WElcome  fure  Pledge  of  reconciled  Pow'rs^ 
 If  Kingdoms  have  good  Angels,  you  are  ours  : 
 For  th'  ill  ones,  check'd  by  your  bright  Influence, 
 Could  never  ftrike  'till  you  were  hurried  hence. 
 But  then,   as  Streams  withftood  more  rapid  grow, 
 War  and  Confufion  foon  did  overflow: 
 Such  and  fo  many  Sorrows  did  fucceed, 
 As  it  would  be  a  new  one  now  to  read. 
 But  whilft  your  Luftre  was  to  us  deny'd, 
 You  fcatter'd  Bleflîngs  every  where  befide. 
 Nature  and  Fortune  have  fo  curious  been, 
 To  give  you  Worth,  and  Scene  to  fhew  it  in. 
 
 But 
 
12  ^Foetus  on  fever  al  Occajîons, 
 
 But  we  do  moft  admire  that  gen'rous  Care 
 
 Which  did  your  glorious  Brother's  Sufferings  fhare^ 
 
 So  that  he  thought  them  in  your  Prcfence  none, 
 
 And  yet  your  Suffrings  did  increafe  his  own. 
 
 O  wondrous  Prodigy  !  O  Race  Divine  ! 
 
 Who  owe  more  to  your  Aftions  than  your  Line. 
 
 Your  Lives  €xa!t  your  Father's  deathlefs  Name, 
 
 The  Blufli  of  England,  and  the  boaft  of  Fame. 
 
 Pardon,  Great  Madam,  this  unfit  Addrefs, 
 Which  does  profane  the  Glory  'twould  confefs. 
 Our  Crimes  have  banifh'd  us  from  you,  and  we 
 W-.re  more  remov'd  by  them  than  by  the  Sea. 
 Nor  is  it  known  whether  we  wrong  d  you  more 
 When  we  rebell'd,  or  now  we  do  adoje. 
 But  what  Guilt  found,  Devotion  cannot  mifs  5 
 And  you  who  pardon'd  that,  will  pardon  this. 
 Your  bleft  Return  tells  us  our  Storms  are  ceas'd, 
 Our  Faults  forgiven,  and  our  Stars  appeas'd. 
 Your  Mercy,  which  no  Malice  could  deftroy, 
 Shall  firft  beftow,  and  then  inftrud,  our  Joy. 
 
 For  bounteous  Heav'n  hath  in  your  Highnefsfent 
 Our  great  Example,  Blifs,  and  Ornament. 
 
 On  the   Death  of  the  llluftrious  T>uke  of 
 Gloucester.. 
 
 g 
 
 Reat  Glou'Jter's  dead,  and  yet  in  this  we  muft 
 Confefs  that  angry  Heav'n  is  wife  and  juft. 
 
 We 
 
Toetns  on  fever  al  Occafions.  1 3 
 
 We  have  fo  long  and  yet  fo  ill  endur'd 
 The  Woes  which  our  Offences  had  procur'd, 
 That  this  new  ftroak  would  all  our  Strength  deftroy, 
 Had  we  not  known  an  Interval  of  Joy. 
 And  yet  perhaps  this  ftroak  had  been  excus'd, 
 If  we  this  Interval  had  not  abus'd. 
 But  our  Ingratitude  and  Difcontent 
 Deferv'd  to  know  our  Mercies  were  but  lent: 
 And  thofe  Complaints  Heav'n  in  this  rigid  Fate 
 Does  firft  chaftife,  and  then  legitimate. 
 By  this  it  our  Divifions  does  reprove, 
 And  makes  us  join  in  Grief,  if  not  in  Love. 
 For  (glorious  Youth)  all  Parties  do  agree, 
 As  in  admiring,  fo  lamenting  thee  5 
 The  Sovereign's,  Subje&'s,  Foreigner's  Delight  5 
 Thou  wert  the  univerfal  Favourite. 
 Not  Rome's  belov'd  and  brave  Marcellus  fell 
 So  much  a  Darling,  or  a  Miracle. 
 Though  built  of  richeft  Blood  and  fined  Earth, 
 Thou  hadft  a  Heart  more  noble  than  thy  Birth  : 
 Which  by  th'  affliftive  Changes  thou  didft  know, 
 Thou  hadft  but  too  much  Caufe  and  Time  to  (how. 
 For  when  Fate  did  thy  Infancy  expofe 
 To  the  moft  barbarous  and  ftupid  Foes  5 
 Yet  thou  didft  then  fo  much  exprefs  the  Prince, 
 As  did  even  them  amaze,  if  not  convince. 
 Nay,  that  loofe  Tyrant  whom  no  bound  confin'd, 
 Whom  neither  Laws,nor  Oaths>nor  Shame  could  bind, 
 
 Although 
 
14  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajîons. 
 
 Although  his  Soul  was  than  his  Look  more  grim, 
 Yet  thy  brave  Innocence  half  foften'd  him. 
 And  he  that  Worth  wherein  thy  Soul  was  dreft 
 By  his  ill-favour'd  Clemency  confeft} 
 Leffening  the  111  which  he  could  not  repent, 
 He  call'd  that  Travel  which  was  Banifliment. 
 Efcap'd  from  him,  thy  Trials  were  encreas'd.} 
 The  Scene  was  chang  d,  but  not  the  Danger  ceas'd. 
 Thou  from  rough  Guardians  to  Seducers  gone, 
 Thofe  made  thy  Temper,  thefe  thy  Judgment  known  $ 
 Whilft  thou  the  nobleft  Champion  wert  for  Truth, 
 Whether  we  view  thy  Courage  or  thy  Youth. 
 If  to  foil  Nature  and  Ambition  claims 
 Greater  Reward  than  to  encounter  Flames, 
 All  that  (hall  know  the  Story  muft  allow 
 A  Martyr's  Crown  prepared  for  thy  Brow. 
 But  yet  thou  wert  fufpended  from  thy  Throne, 
 'Till  thy  Great  Brother  had  regain'd  his  own: 
 Who  though  the  braved  Suff'rer,  yet  even  He 
 Could  not  at  once  have  mifs'd  his  Crown  and  Thee, 
 But  as  commiffion'd  Angels  make  no  (lay, 
 But  having  done  their  Errand  go  their  way  : 
 So  thy  part  done,  not  thy  reftored  State, 
 The  future  Splendor  which  did  for  thee  wait, 
 Nor  that  thy  Prince  and  Country  muft  mourn  for 
 Such  a  Support,  and  fuch  a  Counfellor, 
 Could  longer  keep  thee  from  that  Blifs,  whence  thou 
 Look'ft  down  with  pity  on  Earth'*  Monarchs  now* 
 
 Where 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occajtons.  i  f 
 
 Where  thy  capacious  Soul  may  quench  her  Third, 
 
 And  younger  Brothtrs.m;iy  inherit  firft. 
 
 While  on  our  King  Heav'n  does  this  Care  exprefs, 
 
 To  make  his  Comforts  fafe  he  makes  them  lefa. 
 
 For  this  fuccefsful  Heathens  ufe  to  fay, 
 
 It  is  too  much,  (great  Gods)  fend  fome  allay. 
 
 To  Her  Roval  Highnefs  the  Tint  chefs  of  York,  on 
 her  commanding  me  to  fend  her  fome  Things  that 
 1  had  written. 
 
 TO  you  whofe  Dignity  ftrikes  us  with  Awe, 
 And  whofe  far  greater  Judgment  gives  us  Law* 
 (VourMindb'ingmore  tranfeendent  than  your  State, 
 For  while  but  Knees  to  this,  Hearts  bow  to  that,) 
 Thefe  humble  Papers  never  durft  come  near, 
 Had  not  your  pow'rful  Word  bid  them  appear; 
 In  which  fuch  Majefty,  fuch  Sweetnefs  dwells, 
 As  in  one  ad  obliges,  and  compels. 
 None  can  difpute  Commands  vouchfaf  'd  by  yoiu 
 What  (hall  my  Fears  then  and  Confufion  do? 
 They  mud  refign,   and  by  their  juft  Pretence 
 Some  value  fet  on  my  Obedience. 
 For  in  religious  Dutiesf  'tis  confeft, 
 The  raoft  Implicite  are  accepted  bed. 
 If  on  that  fcore  your  Highnefs  will  excufe 
 This  blulhing  Tribute  of  an  artlefsMufe, 
 
 She 
 
1 6-  Toems  on  fever al  Qc capons. 
 
 She  may  (encourag'd  by  your  leaft  regard, 
 Whjch  firfl  can  Worth  create,  and  then  reward) 
 At  modeft  difta.nce  with  improved  ftrains 
 That  Mercy  celebrate  which  now  fhe  gains. 
 But  fliould  you  that  feverer  Juftice  ufe, 
 Which  thefe  too  prompt  Approaches  may  produce3 
 As  the  fwift  Hind  which  hath  efcaped  long, 
 Believes  a  vulgar  Shot  would  be  a  wrong  j 
 But  wounded  by  a  Prince  falls  without  fhame, 
 And  what  in  Life  fhe  lofes,  gains  in  Fame: 
 So  if  a  Ray  from  you  chance  to  be  fent, 
 Which  to  confume,  and  not  to  warm,  is  meant 5 
 My  trembling  Mufe  at  leafl  more  nobly  dies, 
 And  falls  by  that  a  truer  Sacrifice. 
 
 On  the  "Death  of  the  Queen  of  Bohemia. 
 
 ALthough  the  moft  do  with  officious  heat 
 Only  adore  the  Living  and  the  Great  5 
 Yet  this  Queen's  Merits  Fame  fo  far  hath  fpread, 
 That  fhe  rules  dill,  though  difpofleft  and  dead. 
 For  lofing  one,  two  other  Crowns  remained  5 
 Over  all  Hearts  and  her  own  Griefs  (he  reign'd. 
 Two  Thrones  fo  fplendid,  as  to  none  are  lefs 
 But  to  that  third  which  fhe  does  now  polfefs. 
 Her  Heart  and  Birth  Fortune  fo  well  did  know, 
 That  feeking  her  own  Fame  in  fuch  a  Foe, 
 
 She' 
 
Toems  on  fever  a  I  Oct a/ton jr.  ly 
 
 She  dreft  the  fpacious  Theatre  for  the  fight, 
 
 And  the  admiring  World  call'd  to  the  fight  : 
 
 An  Army  then  of  mighty  Sorrows  brought, 
 
 Who  all  againfl  this  fingle  Virtue  fought 5 
 
 And  fometiraes  Stratagems,  and  fomctimes  Blows 
 
 To  her  heroick  Soul  they  did  oppofe: 
 
 But  at  her  Feet  their  vain  Attempts  did  fall* 
 
 And  me  difcover'd  and  fubdu'd  them  all. 
 
 Till  Fortune  weary  of  her  Malice  grew, 
 
 Became  her  Captive  and  her  Trophy  too: 
 
 And  by  too  late  a  Tribute  begg'd  t'have  been 
 
 Admitted  Subjed:  to  fo  brave  a  Queen. 
 
 But  as  fome  Hero  who  a  Field  hath  won, 
 
 Viewing  the  things  he  had  fo  greatly  done  5 
 
 When  by  his  Spirit's  flight  he  finds  that  he 
 
 With  his  own  Life  nuift  buy  his  Viftory, 
 
 He  makes  the  flaughter'd  Heap  that  next  him  lies 
 
 His  Funeral  Pile,  and  then  in  triumph  dies: 
 
 So  fell  this  Royal  Dame,  with  conqu'ring  fpent, 
 
 And  left  in  ev'ry  Breaft  her  Monument  5 
 
 Wherein  fo  high  an  Epitaph  is  writ, 
 
 As  I  muft  never  dare  to  Copy  it. 
 
 But  that  bright  Angel  which  did  on  her  wait, 
 
 In  fifty  Years  Contention  with  her  Fate, 
 
 And  in  that  Office  did  with  wonder  fee 
 
 How  great  her  Troubles,  how  much  greater  (lie 5 
 
 How  the  maintain  d  her  beft  Prerogative, 
 
 In  keeping  {till  the  Power  to  forgive  : 
 
 C  How 
 
1 8  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajïons. 
 
 How  high  flie  did  in  her  Devotion  go, 
 
 And  how  her  Condefcention  ftoop'd  as  low  5 
 
 With  how  much  Glory  flie  had  ever  been 
 
 A  Daughter,  Sifter,  Mother,  Wife,  and  Queen  1 
 
 Will  fure  employ  fome  deathlefs  Mufe  to  tell 
 
 Our  Children  this  inftruftive  Miracle, 
 
 Who  may  her  fad  Illuftrious  Life  recite, 
 
 And  after  all  her  Wrongs  may  do  her  Right. 
 
 OntheThirdofSz^tzmhtv,  1651. 
 
 AS  when  the  glorious  Magazine  of  Light 
 Approaches  to  his  Canopy  of  Night, 
 He  with  new  Splendor  cloaths  his  dying  Rays, 
 And  double  Brightnefs  to  his  Beams  convey  s  3 
 And  (as  to  brave  and  check  his  ending  Fate) 
 Puts  on  his  higheft  Looks  in  s  loweft  State, 
 Dreft  in  fuch  Terror  as  to  make  us  all 
 Be  Anti-Terfians,  and  adore  his  Fall  5 
 Then  quits  the  World  depriving  it  of  Day, 
 While  ev'ry  Herb  and  Plant  does  droop  away: 
 So  when  our  gafping  Englijh  Royalty 
 Perceiv'd  her  Period  was  now  drawing  nigh, 
 She  fummons  her  whole  Strength  to  give  one  Blow* 
 To  raife  her  felf,  or  pull  down  others  too. 
 Big  with  Revenge  and  Hope  fhe  now  fpake  more 
 Of  Terror  than  in  many  Months  before  * 
 
 And 
 
Toe?ns  on  fever  al  Occafiorîs.  1 9 
 
 And  mufters  her  Attendants,  or  to  favc 
 
 Her  from,  or  clfc  attend  her  to,  the  Grave: 
 
 Yet  but  cnjoy'J  the  Inferable  Fate 
 
 Of  fetting  Majefty,  to  die  in  State. 
 
 Unhappy  King?,  who  cannot  keep  a  Throne, 
 
 Nor  be  fo  fortunate  to  fall  alone! 
 
 Their  weight  finks  others:  ^Pompey  could  not  fly, 
 
 But  half  the  World  muft  bear  him  company  5 
 
 And  captiv'd  Samp  fori  could  not  Life  conclude, 
 
 Unlefs  attended  with  a  Multitude. 
 
 Who'd  truft  to  Greatnefs  now,  whofe  Food  is  Air, 
 Whofe  Ruinfuddeu,  and  whofe  EndDefpair? 
 Who  would  prefume  upon  his  glorious  Birth, 
 Or  quarrel  for  a  fpacious  (hare  of  Earth, 
 That  fees  fuch  Diadems  become  fo  cheap, 
 And  Heroes  tumble  in  a  common  heap? 
 Oh  give  me  Virtue  then,  which  fums  up  all, 
 And  firmly  ftands  when  Crowns  and  Scepters  fall. 
 
 To  the noble? 'alxmon,  on  his  lncomparable'DifcQurfe 
 of  Friendjhip. 
 
 WE  had  been  ftill  undone,  wrapt  in  difguife, 
 Secure,  not  happy  $  cunning,  and  not  wife  5 
 War  had  been  our  defign,  Int'reft  our  trade  i 
 We  had  not  dwelt  in  fafety,  but  in  (hade, 
 
 C  2  Had/r 
 
20  *Poems  on  feveral  Occafions. 
 
 Hadft  thou  not  hung  out  Light,  more  welcome  far 
 
 Than  wand'ring  Sea- men  think  the  Northern- ftar  \ 
 
 To  (hew,  left  we  our  Happinefs  (hould  mifs, 
 
 'Tis  plac'd  in  Friendfhip,  Mens  and  Angels  Blifs. 
 
 Friendfhip,  which  had  a  Scorn  or  Mask  been  made, 
 
 And  ftill  had  been  derided  or  betray'd- 
 
 At  which  the  great  Phyfician  ftill  had  laugh'd, 
 
 The  Soldier  ftormed,    and  the  Gallant  fcofPd^ 
 
 Or  worn  not  as  a  Pafïion,  but  a  Plot, 
 
 At  firft  pretended,  and  at  laft  forgot  -y 
 
 Hadft  thou  not  been  her  great  Deliverer, 
 
 At  firfl  difcover'd,  and  then  refcu'd  her, 
 
 And  raifing  what  rude  Malice  had  flung  down, 
 
 UnveiTd  her  Face,  and  then  reftor'd  her  Crown: 
 
 By  fo  auguft  an  Adion  to  convince, 
 
 'Tis  greater  to  fupport  than  be  a  Prince. 
 
 Oh  for  a  Voice  which  loud  as  Thunder  were. 
 
 That  all  Mankind  thy  conqu'  ring  Truths  might  hear  1 
 
 Sure  the  Litigious  as  amaz'd  would  ftand. 
 
 As  fairy  Knights  touch'd  with  Cambinas  Wand, 
 
 Drawn  by  thy  fofter,  and  yet  ftronger  Charms, 
 
 Nations  and  Armies  would  lay  down  their  Arms. 
 
 And  what  more  Honour  can  on  thee  be  hurl'd, 
 
 Than  to  prcrcd  a  Virtue,  fave  a  World? 
 
 But  while  great  Friendfhip  thou  haft  copied  out, 
 
 Thou'ft  drawn  thy  felf  fo  well,  that  we  may  doubt 
 
 Which  mod  appears,  thy  Candor  or  thy  Art, 
 
 Whether  we  owe  more  to  thy  Brain  or  Heart. 
 
 Dut 
 
Vocms  on  fever  al  Occajîons.  21 
 
 But  this  we  know  without  thine  own  Confcnt, 
 Thou'ft  rais'd  thy  (cJPa  glorious  Monument  3 
 Temples  and  Statues  Time  with  eat  away, 
 And  Tombs  (like  their  Inhabitants)  decays 
 But  there  'Péilœmon  lives,  and  fo  he  mud 
 When  Marbles  crumble  to  forgotten  Duft. 
 
 To  the  Right  Honourable  Alice,  Countefs  of  Car- 
 bury,  at  Her  coming  into  Wales. 
 
 I. 
 
 AS  when  the  firfl  Day  dawn'd,  Mans  greedy  Eye 
 Was  apt  to  dwell  on  the  bright  Prodigy, 
 'fill  tic  might  carelefs  of  his  Organ  grow, 
 And  let  his  Wonder  prove  his  Danger  too: 
 So  when  our  Country  (which  was  deem'd  to  be 
 Clofe-mourner  in  its  own  Obfcurity, 
 And  in  negketed  Chaos  folong  lay) 
 Was  refcu'd  by  your  Beams  into  a  Day, 
 Like  Men  into  a  fudden  Luftre  brought, 
 We  juftly  fear'd  to  gaze  more  than  we  ought- 
 
 II. 
 From  hence  it  is  you  lofe  mod  of  your  right, 
 Since  none  can  piy't,  nor  durft  do't  if  they  might. 
 Perfection's  Mifery  'tis,  that  Art  and  Wift 
 W  hile  they  would  honour,  do  but  injure  it. 
 But  as  the  Deity  flights  our  Expence, 
 And  loves  Devotion  more  than  Eloquence; 
 
 C  2  So 
 
fta  To  ems  on  fever  al  Occafions.        N 
 
 So  'tis  our  Confidence  you  are  Divine, 
 Makes  us  at  diftance  thus  approach  your  Shrine. 
 And  thus  fecur'd,  to  you  who  need  no  Art, 
 I  that  fpeak  leaft  my  Wit  may  fpeak  my  Heart. 
 
 nr. 
 
 Then  much  above  all  zealous  Injury, 
 Receive  this  Tribute  of  our  Shades  from  me, 
 While  your  great  Splendors,  like  eternal  Spring, 
 To  thefe  fad  Groves  fuch  a  Refrefhment  bring, 
 That  the  defpifed  Country  may  be  grown, 
 And  juftly  too,  the  Envy  of  the  Town. 
 That  fo  when  all  Mankind  at  length  have  loft 
 The  virtuous  Grandeur  which  they  once  did  boaft* 
 Of  you  like  Pilgrims  they  may  here  obtain 
 Worth  to  recruit  the  dying  World  again. 
 
 To  Sir  Edward  Deering   (the  noble  Silvander)  on 
 his  'Dream  and  Navy,  perfonating  Orinda'j"  pre- 
 ferring   Rofania    before  Solomon^   Traffick    tom 
 Ophir. 
 
 THen  am  I  happier  than  is  the  King^ 
 My  Merchandife  does  no  fuch  danger  bring  : 
 The  Fleet  I  traffick  with  fears  no  fuch  Harms, 
 Sails  in  my  Sights  and  Anchors  in  my  Arms. 
 Each  new  and  tmperceived  Grace  . 
 T>ifcoverd  in  that  Mind  and  Facey 
 Each  Motion,  Smile  and  Look  from  thee 
 Brings  T  earls  and  Ophir-G^  to  me: 
 
 Thus  far  Sir  Edw.  Deering. 
 
Tocms  on  fever  al  Occafions.  33 
 
 S  1  Ry  To  be  noble,  when  'twas  voted  down, 
 To  dare  be  good,  though  a  whole  Age  ftiould  frown- 
 To  live  within,  and  from  that  even  State 
 See  all  the  Undei>world  (loop  to  its  Fate  5 
 To  give  the  Law  of  Honour,  and  difpence 
 All  that  is  Handfome,  Great  and  Worthy  thence  5 
 Are  Things  at  once  your  practice  and  your  end, 
 And  which  I  dare  admire,  but  not  commends 
 But  fince  t'oblige  the  World  is  your  Delight, 
 You  muft  defcend  within  our  reach  and  fight: 
 For  fo  Divinity  mud  take  difguife, 
 Left  Mortals  perifli  with  the  bright  furprife. 
 And  thus  your  Mufe  (which  can  enough  reward 
 All  A&ions  (lie  vouchfafesbut  to  regard, 
 And  Honours  gives,  than  Kings  more  permanent. 
 Above  the  reach  of  Ads  of  Parliament) 
 May  fuffer  an  Acknowledgment  from  me, 
 For  having  thence  r.ceiv'd  Eternity. 
 My  Thoughts  with  fuch  advantage  you  exprefs, 
 I  hardly  know  them  in  this  charming  Drefs. 
 And  had.  I  more  Unkindnefs  from  my  Friend 
 Than  my  Demerits  e'er  could  apprehend, 
 Were  the  Fleet  courted  with  this  Gale  of  Wind, 
 I  might  be  fure  a  rich  Return  to  find. 
 So  when  the  S  rd  of  his  Nymph  complain'J, 
 
 Apollo  in  his  Shape  his  Miftrefs  gain'd: 
 She  might  have  fcornd  the  Swain,  and  found  excufe- 
 But  could  not  his  great  Orator  refufe. 
 
 C  4  Eut 
 
24*  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajïon$. 
 
 But  for  Rofanias  Int'reft  I  fhould  fear 
 
 Iç  would  be  hard  t  obtain  your  Pardon  here» 
 
 But  your  firft  Goodnefs  will,  I  know,  allow 
 
 That  what  was  Bounty  then,  is  Mercy  now. 
 
 Forgivenefs  is  the  nobleft  Charity, 
 
 And  nothing  can  worthy  your  Favour  be. 
 
 For  you  (God-like)  are  fo  much  your  own  Fate, 
 
 That  what  you  will  accept  you  muft  create. 
 
 To  Air.  Henry  Lawes. 
 
 NAture,  which  is  the  vaft  Creation  s  Soul, 
 That  fteddy  curious  Agent  in  the  whole, 
 The  Art  of  Heavn,  the  Order  of  this  Frame, 
 Is  only  Number  in  another  name. 
 For  as  fomç  King  conqu  ring  what  was  his  own, 
 Hath  choice  of  fev'ral  Titles  to  his  Crown  5 
 So  Harmony  on  this  fcore  now,  that  then, 
 Yet  ftiil  is  all  that  takes  and  governs  Men. 
 Beauty  is  but  Compofure,  and  we  find 
 Content  is  but  the  Concord  of  the  Mind, 
 Friendfhip  the  Unifon  of  well-tun'd  Hearts, 
 Honour  the  Chorus  of  the  nobleft  Parts, 
 And  all  the  World  on  which  we  can  refled 
 Mufick  to  tlvEar,  or  to  the  Imelled. 
 If  then  each  Man  a  Little  World  muft  be, 
 How  many  Worlds  are  cop)  Jd  out  in  thee* 
 
 Who 
 
*Poems  on  fever  al  Occafions.  2f 
 
 Who  art  fo  richly  formed,  fo  compleat 
 
 T'epitomize  all  that  is  Good  and  Great 3 
 
 Whofe  Stars  this  brave  Advantage  did  impart, 
 
 Thy  Nature's  is  Harmonious  as  thy  Art? 
 
 Thou  doft  above  the  Poets  Praifes  live, 
 
 Who  fetch  from  thee  th'  Eternity  they  give. 
 
 And  as  true  Reafon  triumphs  over  Senfe, 
 
 Yet  is  fubjccled  to  Intelligence: 
 
 So  Poets  on  the  lower  World  look  down, 
 
 But  La^es  on  them-,  his  Heighth  is  all  his  own. 
 
 For,  like  Divinity  it  felf,  his  Lyre 
 
 Rewards  the  Wit  it  did  at  firft  infpire. 
 
 And  thus  by  double  right  Poets  allow 
 
 His  and  their  Laurel  lhould  adorn  his  Brow. 
 
 Live  then,  great  Soul  of  Nature,  to  afTwage 
 
 The  favage  Dulncfs  of  this  fullen  Age. 
 
 Charm  us  to  Senfe  3  for  though  Experience  fail 
 
 And  Reafon  too,  thy  Numbers  may  prevail. 
 
 Then,  like  thofe  Ancients,  ftrike,   and  fo  command 
 
 AH  Nature  to  obey  thy  gen'rous  Hand. 
 
 None  will  refifl  but  fuch  uTho  needs  will  be 
 
 More  ftupid  than  a  Stone,  a  Fifh,   a  Tree. 
 
 Be  it  thy  care  our  Age  to  new-create  : 
 
 What  built  a  World  may  fure  repair  a  State. 
 
i6  Toems  on  fever  al  Oc  caftons. 
 
 A  Sea- Voyage  from  Tenby  to  Briftol,  begun  Sept.  j. 
 lôp.fentfrom  Briftol/^  Lucafia,  Sept,  8.  1652. 
 
 HOife  up  the  Sail,  cry'd  they  who  underfland 
 ,  No  word  that  carries  Kindnefs  for  the  Land- 
 Such  Sons  of  Clamour,  that  I  wonder  not 
 They  love  the  Sea,  whom  fure  fome  Storm  begot. 
 Had  he  who  doubted  Motion  thefe  Men  feen, 
 Or  heard  their  Tongues,  he  had  convinced  been. 
 For  had  our  Bark  mov'd  half  as  faft  as  they, 
 We  had  not  need  caft  Anchor  by  the  way. 
 One  of  the  reft  pretending  to  more  Wit, 
 Some  fmall  Italian  fpoke,  but  Murther'd  it  5 
 For  I  (thanks  to  Saburra's  Letters)  knew 
 How  to  diftinguifti  'twixt  the  falfe  and  true. 
 But  t'oppofe  thefe  as  mad  a  thing  would  be, 
 As  'tis  to  contradid  a  Presbyt'ry. 
 Tis  Spanijh  though,  (quoth  I)  e  en  what  youpleafe: 
 For  him  that  fpoke  it,  'tmight  be  Bread  and  Cheefe. 
 So  foftly  moves  the  Bark  which  none  controuls, 
 As  are  the  Meetings  of  agreeing  Souls: 
 And  the  Moon-beams  did  on  the  Water  play, 
 As  if  at  Midnight  'twould  create  a  Day. 
 The  ainrous  Wave  that  fhar'd  in fuch  difpence 
 Expreft  at  once  Delight  and  Reverence. 
 Such  Trepidation  we  in  Lovers  fpy 
 
 Under  th'  Oppreffion  of  a  Miftrefs  Eye. 
 
 But 
 
 1 
 
Tocms  on    fever  al  Occa fions.  27 
 
 Hut  then  rhe  Wind  fo  high  did  rife  and  roar, 
 Some  vow 'J  they'd  nevrr  trull:  tl  ror  more. 
 
 Behold  the  Fate  that  all  our  Glories  iweep, 
 Writ  in  the  is  Wonders  of  the  Deep: 
 
 And  yet  behold  Man's  eafie  Folly  more, 
 How  foon  we  curfe  what  erit  we  did  adore. 
 Sure  he  that  firft  himfelf  did  thus  convey, 
 Had  fome  ftrong  Paflion  that  he  would  obey. 
 The  Bark  wrought  hard,   but  found  it  was  in  vain 
 To  make  its  Party  £Ood  againft  the  Main, 
 Tofs'd  and  retreated,  'till  at  laft  we  fee 
 She  muft  be  fafl  if  e'er  (he  (hould  be  free. 
 We  gravely  Anchor  caft,  and  patiently 
 Lye  Prifoners  to  the  Weather's  Cruelty. 
 We  had  not  Wind  nor  Tide,  nor  ought  but  Grief, 
 Till  a  kind  Spring-tide  was  our  firft  Relief. 
 Then  we  float  merrily,  forgetting  quite 
 The  fad  Confinement  of  the  ftormy  Night. 
 E'er  we  had  loft  thefe  Thoughts,  we  ran  aground, 
 And  then  how  vain  to  be  fecure  we  found. 
 Now  they  were  all  furpriz'd.     Well,  if  we  muft, 
 Yet  none  (hall  fay  that  Duft  is  gone  to  Duft. 
 But  we  are  off  now,  and  the  civil  Tide 
 Aflifted  us  the  Tempefts  to  out-ride. 
 But  ^rhat  moft  pleas'd  my  Mind  upon  the  way, 
 Was  the  Ship's  Pofture  that  in  Harbour  lay  : 
 Which  to  a  rocky  Grove  fo  clofe  were  fix'd, 
 That  the  Trees  Branches  with  the  Tackling  mix'd. 
 
 One 
 
2  8  *Poems  on  fever  al  Occafionf. 
 
 One  would  have  thought  it  was,  as  then  it  flood, 
 
 A  growing  Navy,  or  a  floating  Wood. 
 
 But  I  have  done  at  laft,  and  do  confefs 
 
 My  Voyage  taught  me  fo  much  Tedioufnefs. 
 
 In  fhort,  the  Heav'ns  muft  needs  propitious  be, 
 
 Becaufe  Lucafia  was  concern  d  in  me. 
 
 Friend/hip's  My  fiery:  Jo  my  dearejt  Lucafia. 
 
 COme,  my  Lucafia^  fince  we  fee 
 That  Miracles  Mens  Faith  do  move, 
 B)   Wonder  and  by  Prodigy 
 
 To  the  dull  angry  World  let's  prove 
 There's  a  Religion  in  our  Love. 
 II. 
 For  though  we  were  defign'd  t'agree, 
 
 That  Fate  no  Liberty  deftroys, 
 But  our  Eltftion  is  as  free 
 
 As  Angels,  who  with  greedy  choice 
 Are  yet  dctermind  to  their  Joys. 
 III. 
 Oar  Hearts  are  doubled  by  the  lofs, 
 Here  Mixture  is  Addition  grown  ^ 
 We  both  diffufe,  and  both  ingrofs: 
 And  we  whofe  Minds  are  fo  much  one, 
 Never,  yet  ever  are  alone. 
 IV. 
 We  court  our  own  Captivity 
 
 Than  Thrones  more  great  and  innocent: 
 'Twere  Banifhment  to  be  fet  free, 
 
Poems  on  fever  a  I  Occafions.  29 
 
 Since  we  weir  Fetters  whofe  intent 
 
 Not  Bondage  iff  but  Ornament. 
 V. 
 Divided  Joys  are  tedious  found, 
 
 And  Griefs  united  ea(ier  grow  : 
 We  are  our  felves  but  by  rebound, 
 
 And  all  our  Titles  (huffled  fo, 
 
 Both  Princes,  and  both  Subjects  too. 
 VI 
 Our  Hearts  are  mutual  Viftims  laid, 
 
 While  they  (fuch  Pow'r  in  Friendfhip  lies) 
 Are  Altars,  Priefts,  and  OfPrings  made: 
 
 And  each  Heart  which  thus  kindly  dies, 
 
 Grows  deathlefs  by  the  Sacrifice. 
 
 Content  :  To  my  deareft  Lucafia. 
 
 I. 
 
 COntent,  thefalfe  World's  beftDifguife, 
 The  Search  and  Fadion  of  the  Wife, 
 is  fo  abftrufe  and  hid  in  Night, 
 That,  like  that  Fairy  Red-crofs  Knight, 
 Who  treach'rous  Falfhood  for  clear  Truth  had  got, 
 Men  think  they  have  it  when  they  have  it  not. 
 
 II. 
 For  Courts  Content  would  gladly  own, 
 But  (he  ne'er  dwelt  about  1  Throne: 
 And  to  be  flatter  d,  Rich,  and  Great, 
 Are  Things  which  do  Mens  Senfes  cheat. 
 
 But 
 
/ 
 
 §o  Poems  on  fever al  Qccafions. 
 
 But  grave  Experience  long  fince  this  did  fee* 
 Ambition  and  Content  would  ne'er  agree. 
 
 III. 
 Some  vainer  would  Content  expeft 
 From  what  their  bright  Outfides  refleft  : 
 s  But  fure  Content  is  more  Divine 
 
 Than  to  be  digg'd  from  Rock  or  Mine  : 
 And  they  that  know  her  Beauties  will  confefs, 
 She  needs  no  Luftre  from  a  glittering  Drefs. 
 
 IV, 
 In  Mirth  fome  place  her,  but  (he  fcorns 
 Th'Afliftance  of  fuch  crackling  Thorns, 
 Nor  owes  her  felf  to  fuch  thin  Sport, 
 That  is  fo  fharp  and  yet  fo  (hort: 
 And  Painters  tell  us  they  the  fame  Strokes  place* 
 To  make  a  laughing  and  a  weeping  Face. 
 
 V. 
 Others  there  afe  that  place  Content 
 In  Liberty  from  Government: 
 Butwhomfoe'er  Paffions  deprave, 
 Though  free  from  Shackles,  he  s  a  Slave. 
 Content  and  Bondage  differ  only  then, 
 When  we  are  chain  d  by  Vices,  not  by  Men* 
 
 VI. 
 Some  think  the  Camp  Content  does  know, 
 And  that  (he  fits  o'th*  Viftor's  Brow  : 
 
 But 
 
 . 
 
Teems  on  fever  al  Occajïons.  3 1 
 
 But  in  his  Laurel  there  is  feen 
 Often  a  Cyprefs-bow  between. 
 Nor  will  Content  her  felf  in  that  place  give, 
 Where  Noife  and  Tumult  and  Deftru&ion  live. 
 
 VII. 
 But  yet  the  moft  Difcreet  believe, 
 The  Schools  this  Jewel  do  receive, 
 And  thus  far's  true  without  difpute, 
 Knowledge  is  ftill  the  fweeteft  Fruit. 
 But  whilft  Men  feek  for  Truth  they  lofe  their  Peacc$ 
 And  who  heaps  Knowledge,  Sorrow  doth  increafe 
 VIII. 
 But  now  fome  fullen  Hermit  fmiles, 
 And  thinks  he  all  the  World  beguiles, 
 And  that  his  Cell  and  Difh  contain 
 What  all  Mankind  wi(h  for  in  vain. 
 But  yet  his  Pleafures  follow'd  with  a  Groan, 
 For  Man  was  never  born  to  be  alone. 
 
 IX. 
 Content  her  felf  bed  comprehends 
 Betwixt  two  Souls,  and  they  two  Friends, 
 Whofe  either  Joys  in  both  are  fix'd, 
 And  multiply'd  by  being  mix'd: 
 Whofe  Minds  and  Inter  efts  are  fo  the  fame  5 
 Their  Griefs,  when  once  imparted,  lofe  that  Name. 
 
 X. 
 Thefe  far  remov'd  from  all  bold  Noife, 
 And  (what  is  worfe)  all  hollow  Joys, 
 
 Who 
 
3  2  Toems  on  fever  al  Occafîôns. 
 
 Who  never  had  a  mean  defign, 
 Whofe  Flame  is  ferious  and  divine, 
 And  calm,  and  even,  muft  contented  be* 
 For  they've  both  Union  and  Society. 
 
 XL 
 Then,  my  Lucafia>  we  who  have 
 Whatever  Love  can  give  or  crave ^ 
 Who  can  with  pitying  Scorn  furvey 
 The  Trifles  which  the  moft  betray  5 
 With  Innocence  and  perfeft  Friendfhip  fir'd, 
 By  Virtue  join'd,  and  by  our  Choice  retir\L 
 
 XII. 
 Whofe  Mirrors  are  the  cryftal  Brooks, 
 Or  elfe  each  others  Hearts  and  Looks  3 
 Who  cannot  wifti  for  other  things 
 Than  Privacy  and  Friendfhip  brings: 
 Whofe  Thoughts  andPerfonschang'd  and  mixtaré 
 Enjoy  Content,  or  elfe  the  World  hath  none.  (one> 
 
 A  ^Dialogue  of  Abfence  "twixt  Lucafia  and  Orinda. 
 Set  by  Mr.  Hen.  Lawes. 
 
 Luc.Ç*  AY,  my  Orinda>  why  fofad? 
 
 Z5  Orin.  Abfence  from  thee  doth  tear  my  Heart  5 
 Which,  fince  with  thine  it  Union  had, 
 
 Each  parting  fplits.    Luc.  And  call  we  part  ? 
 
 Orim 
 
Poems  on  fever  al  Occafions.  33 
 
 Orin.  Our  Bodies  muft.     Luc.  But  never  we: 
 
 Our  Souls,  without  the  help  of  Senfe, 
 By  ways  more  noble  and  more  free 
 
 Can  meet,  and  hold  Intelligence. 
 Or  in.  And  yet  thofe  Souls,   when  firft  they  met* 
 
 Look'd  out  at  Windows  through  the  Eyes. 
 Luc.  But  foon  did  fuch  Acquaintance  get, 
 
 Not  Fate  nor  Time  can  them  furpnze. 
 Orin.  AbTence  will  rob  us  of  that  Blifs 
 
 To  which  this  Friendfliip  title  brings: 
 Love's  Fruits  and  Joys  are  made  by  this 
 
 Ufelefs  as  Crowns  to  captiv'd  Kings. 
 Luc.  Friendfhip's  a  Science,  and  we  know 
 
 There  Contemplation's  mod  employ 'd. 
 Orin.  Religion's  fo,  but  praftick  too> 
 
 And  both  by  Niceties  deftroy'd.  '. 
 
 Luc.  But  who  ne'er  parts  car^never  meet* 
 
 And  fo  that  Happinefs  were  loft. 
 Orin.  Thus  Fain  and  Death  are  fadly  fweet, 
 
 Since  Health  and  Heav'n  fuch  Price  mud  coft., 
 Chorus. 
 But  we  (hall  come  where  no  rude  Hand  (hall  fever, 
 And  there  well  meet>  and  part  no  more  for  ever. 
 
 7# 
 
34  Toems  on  fever  al  Occafîons. 
 
 To  my  dear  Sifter  Mrs.  G  P.  on  her  Marriage. 
 
 I. 
 
 WE  will  not  likethofe  Men  our  Offerings  pay 
 Who  crown  the  Cup,  then  think  they  Crown 
 We  make  no  Garlands,  nor  an  Altar  build,    [the  Day. 
 Which  help  not  Joy,  but  Oftentation  yield. 
 Where  Mirth  is  juftly  grounded,  thefe  wild  Toys 
 Are  but  a  troublefome  and  empty  Noife. 
 
 II. 
 But  thefe  (hall  be  my  great  Solemnities, 
 Orinda's  Wiflies  for  Cajpindras  Blifs. 
 May  her  Content  be  as  unmix'd  and  pure 
 As  my  Affe&ion,  and  like  that  endure  * 
 And  that  ftrong  Happinefs  may  (he  ftill  find 
 Not  owing  to  her  Fortune,  but  her  Mind. 
 
 III. 
 May  her  Content  and  Duty  be  the  fame, 
 And  may  (he  know  no  Grief  but  in  the  name. 
 May  his  and  her  Pleafure  and  Love  be  fo 
 Involv'd  and  growing,  that  we  may  not  know 
 Who  moft  Affeftion  or  mofl  Peace  engroft$ 
 Whofe  Love  is  ftrongeft,  or  whofe  Blifs  is  moft. 
 
 IV. 
 May  nothing  accidental  e'er  appear 
 But  what  (hall  with  new  Bonds  their  Souls  endcarj 
 And  may  they  count  the  Hours  as  they  pafs, 
 By  their  own  Joys,  and  not  by  Sun  or  Glafs: 
 
 While 
 
Toe ms  on  fever  al  Occaftons.  3  5 
 
 While  evVy  Day  like  this  may  (acred  prove 
 To  Friendfhip,  Gratitude,  and  ftrifteft  Love. 
 
 To  Mr.  Henry  Vaughan,  Silurift,  on  his  Toems. 
 
 H\  D  I  ador'd  the  Multitude,  and  thence 
 Got  an  Antipathy  to  Wit  and  Senfe, 
 And  hugg'd  that  Fate  in  hope  the  World  would  grant 
 Twas  good  Affeftion  to  be  ignorant  ^ 
 Yet  the  leaft  Ray  of  thy  bright  Fancy  feen, 
 I  had  Converted,  or  Excufelefs  been$ 
 For  each  Birth  of  thy  Mufe  to  after  times 
 Shall  expiate  for  all  this  Age's  Crimes. 
 Firft  fhines  thy  Amoret,  'twice  Crown'd  by  thee, 
 Once  by  thy  Love,  next  by  thy  Poetry  : 
 Where  thou  the  beft  of  Unions  doft  difpence, 
 Truth  cloath'd  in  Wit,  and  Love  in  Innocence* 
 So  that  the  muddieft  Lovers  may  learn  here, 
 No  Fountains  can  be  fweet  that  are  not  clean 
 There  Juvenal,  reviv'dby  thee,  declares 
 How  flat  Man's  Joys  are,  and  how  mean  bis  Cares$ 
 And  gen'roufly  upbraids  the  World,  that  they 
 Should  fuch  a  value  for  their  Ruin  pay. 
 But  when  thy  facred  Mufe  diverts  her  Qyill, 
 The  Landskip  to  defign  of  Leon's  Hill  > 
 As  nothing  elfe  was  worthy  her  or  thee, 
 So  we  admire  almoft  t'Idulatry. 
 
 D  2  What 
 
3  6  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajîons. 
 
 What  Savage  Bread  would  not  be  wrap  d  to  find 
 Such  Jewels  in  fuch.  Cabinets  enftirind? 
 Thou  (jill'd  with  Joys  too  great  to  fee  or  count) 
 Defcend*ft  from  thence  like  Mofes  from  the  Mount, 
 And  with  a  candid,  yet  unqueftion'd  Awe, 
 Rcilor'ft  the  Golden  Age  when  Verfe  was  Law. 
 Inftru&ing  us  thou  fo  fecur'ft  thy  Fame, 
 That  nothing  can  diflurb  it  but  my  Name  ^ 
 Kay,  I  have  Hopes  that  ftanding  fo  near  thine 
 'Twill  lofe  its  Drofs,  and  by  degrees  refine. 
 Live  'till  the  diftbufed  World  confent, 
 All  Truths  of  Ufe,  or  Strength,  or  Ornament, 
 Are  with  fuch  Harmony  by  thee  difplay'd 
 As  the  whole  World  was  firfl:  by  Number  made 5 
 And  from  the  charming  Rigour  thy  Mufe  brings, 
 Learn,   there's  no  Fleafure  but  in  ferious  Things. 
 
 A  retifd  Frieudjhip  :  To  Ardelia. 
 I 
 
 COme,  my  Ardeliay  to  this  Bow  r, 
 Where  kindly  mingling  Souls  awhile 
 Let's  innocently  fpend  an  Hour, 
 And  at  all  ferious  Follies  fmile. 
 11. 
 Here  is  no  quarrelling  for  Crowns, 
 Nor  fear  of  changes  in  our  Fare  3 
 No  trembling  at  the  great  ones  Frowns, 
 Nor  any  Slavery  of  State. 
 
 III.  Here's 
 
Toems  on  fcveral  Occafions.  3/ 
 
 III. 
 Here's  no  Difguife  nor  Treachery, 
 
 Nor  any  deep-conccal'd  Defign^ 
 From  Blood  and  Plots  this  Place  is  free, 
 
 And  calm  as  are  thofe  Looks  of  thine. 
 IV. 
 Here  let  us  fit  and  blefs  our  Stars, 
 
 Who  did  fuch  happy  Quiet  give, 
 As  that  remov'd  from  Noife  of  Wars 
 
 In  one  anothers  Hearts  we  live. 
 V. 
 Why  fhould  we  entertain  a  Fear  > 
 
 Love  cares  not  how  the  World  is  tuai'd  : 
 If  crouds  of  Dangers  (hou'd  appear, 
 
 Yet  Friend  (hip  can  be  unconcern'd. 
 VI. 
 We  wear  about  us  fuch  a  Charm, 
 
 No  Horror  can  be  our  Offence  ^ 
 For  Mifchief's  felf  can  do  no  harm 
 
 To  Fricndihip,  or  to  Innocence. 
 VII. 
 Let's  mark  how  foon  Apollo's  Beams 
 
 Command  the  Flocks  to  quit  their  Meat, 
 And  not  entreat  the  neighb'ring  Streams 
 
 To  quench  their  Third,  but  cool  their  Heat. 
 
 D  3  VIII.  In 
 
3  S  Toems  on  fever  al  Occafïons. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 In  fuch  a  fcorching  ^ge  as  this 
 
 Who  would  not  ever  feek  a  Shade, 
 Deferve  their  Happinefs  to  mif?, 
 
 As  having  their  own  Peace  betray  *d. 
 IX. 
 But  we  (of  one  another's  Mind 
 
 Aflur'd)  the  boift'rous  World  difdain$ 
 With  quiet  Souls,   and  unconfin'd, 
 
 Enjoy  what  Princes  wi(h  in  vain. 
 
 To  Mrs.  Mary  Carne,  when  Philafter  Courted  her. 
 
 AS  fome  great  Conqueror  who  knows  no  Bounds, 
 But  hunting  Honour  in  a  thoufand  Wounds, 
 Pûrfi  es  his  Rage,  and  thinks  that  Triumph  cheap 
 That's  but  attended  with  the  common  Heap, 
 
 ill  his  more  happy  Fortune  doth  afford 
 Some  Royal  Captive  that  deferv'd  his  Sword, 
 And  only  now  is  of  his  Lawrel  proud, 
 Thinking  his  dang'rous  Valour  well  beftow'd  $  •  È 
 But  then  retreats,  and  fpending  Hate  no  more, 
 Thinks  Mercy  now  what  Courage  was  before  : 
 As  Cowardife  in  Fight,  fa  equally 
 He  doth  abhor  a  bloody  Vi&ory  : 
 So,  Madam,  tho*  your  Beauty  were  allow'd 
 To  be  fevere  unto  the  yielding  Crowd, 
 
 That 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occajtons.  39 
 
 That  were  fubdu'd  e'er  you  an  Objed  knew 
 Worthy  your  Conqueft  and  your  Mercy  too  > 
 Yet  now  'tis  gain'd,  your  Victory's  compleat, 
 Only  yonr  Clemency  fhou'd  be  as  great. 
 None  will  •''ifpure  the  Power  of  your  Eyes, 
 That  underfhnds  Thilafter  is  their  Prize. 
 Hope  not  your  Glory  can  have  new  accefs, 
 For  all  your  future  Trophies  will  grow  lefs  : 
 And  with  that  Homage  be  you  fatisfy'd 
 From  him  that  Conquers  all  the  World  bifide. 
 Nor  let  your  Rigour  now  the  Triumph  blot, 
 And  lofe  the  Honour  which  your  Beauty  got. 
 Be  juft  and  kind  unto  your  Peace  and  Fame, 
 In  being  fo  to  him,  for  they're  the  fame  : 
 And  live  and  die  at  once,  if  you  would  be 
 Nobly  tranfmirted  to  Pofterity. 
 Take  heed  left  in  the  Story  they  perufe 
 A  Murther  which  no  Language  can  excufe  : 
 But  wifely  fpare  the  Trouble  of  one  Frown  » 
 Give  him  his  Happinefs,  and  know  your  own. 
 Thus  fhall  you  be  as  Honour's  fclf  efteem'd, 
 Who  have  one  Sex  oblig'd,  your  own  redeem'd. 
 Thus  the  Religion  due  unto  your  Shrine 
 Shall  be  as  Univerfal,  as  Divine  : 
 And  that  Devotion  fhall  this  Bleffing  gain, 
 Which  Law  and  Reafon  do  attempt  in  vain. 
 The  World  (hall  join,   maintaining  but  one  Strife, 
 Who  (hall  rnoft  thank  you  for  TbtUfttr't  Life. 
 
 D  4  7* 
 
jo  Toems  on  feveral  Occajtons. 
 
 Xo  Mr;].  B.  the  noble  Cratander,  upon  a  Compofition 
 of  his  which  he  was  not  willing  to  ownfublickly. 
 
 AS  when  fome  injur'd  Prince  affames  Difguife, 
 And  ftrivt-s  to  make  his  Carriage  fympathize, 
 Yet  hath  a  great  becoming  Meen  and  Air, 
 Which  fpeaks  him  Royal  fpight  of  all  his  Care  : 
 So  th'  Iffues  of  ihy  Soul  can  ne'er  be  hid, 
 And  the  Suns  force  may  be  as  foon  forbid 
 A?  thine  obfcur'd  -,  there  is  no  Shade  fo  great 
 Thro'  which  it  will  not  dart  forth  Light  and  Heat. 
 Thus  we  .ifcover  thee  by  thy  own  Day, 
 Agaiiifl  thy  Will  fnatching  the  Cloud  away. 
 Now  toe  Piece  thines,  and  tho'  we  will  not  fay, 
 Parents  can  Souls,  as  Taper  Lights,  convey  $ 
 Yet  we  mud  grant  thy  Soul  tranfmitted  here 
 In  Beams  almofl  as  lafting  and  as  clear. 
 And  that's  our  higheft  Praife^  for  but  thy  Mind, 
 Thy  Works  could  never  a  refemblauce  find. 
 That  Mind  whole  fearch  can  Nature's  fecret  Hand 
 At  one  great  Stroke  difcover  and  command, 
 Which*  leareth  Times  and  Things,  before  whofe  Eyes 
 Nor  Men  nor  Notions  dare  put  on  difguife. 
 And  were  all  Authors  now  as  much  forgot 
 As  profp'rous  Ignorance  her  felf  would  Plot, 
 Had  we  the  rich  Supplies  of  thy  own  Breaft, 
 Thé  knowing  World  would  never  mifs  the  reft. 
 
 Men 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occafïons.  41 
 
 Men  did  before  from  Ignorance  take  their  Fame, 
 But  Learnings  felf  is  horour'd  by  thy  Name. 
 Thou  find  y 'it  not  Belief  to  introduce 
 Of  Novelties,  more  fit  for  fhew  than  ufe  5 
 But  think'ft  it  nobler  Charity  t' uphold 
 The  Credit  and  the  Beauty  of  the  Old  : 
 And  with  one  Hand  canft  eafily  fupport 
 Learning  and  Law,  a  Temple  and  a  Court. 
 And  this  fecures  me  :  For  as  we  below 
 Valkys  from  Hill?,  Houfes  from  Churches  know, 
 But  to  their  fight  who  (land  extreamly  high, 
 Thefe  Forms  will  have  one  flat  Equality  : 
 So  from  a  lower  Soul  I  well  might  fear 
 A  critick  Cenfure  when  furvey'd  too  near  5 
 But  not  from  him  who  plac'd  above  the  bed 
 Lives  in  a  height  which  levels  all  the  reft. 
 
 To  the  Excellent  Mrs.  Anne  Owen,  upon  her  receiv- 
 ing the  Name  of  Lucafia,  and  Adoption  into  our 
 Society^  December  28.  1651. 
 
 WE  are Compleat,  and  Fate  hath  now 
 No  greater  Bleffing  to  beftow  : 
 Nay  the  dull  World  mufl  now  confefs 
 We  have  all  Worth,  all  Happiaçfs. 
 Annals  of  State  are  trifles  to  our  Fame, 
 Now  'tis  made  Sacred  by  Lucafia 's  Name. 
 
 But 
 
43  Toems  on  feveral  Occafions. 
 
 But  as  tho*  through  a  Burning-glafs 
 The  Sun  more  vigorous  doth  pafs, 
 Yet  ftill  with  gen'ral  Freedom  fhines  $ 
 For  that  contracts,  but  not  confines  : 
 
 So  tho'  by  this  her  Beams  are  fixed  here, 
 
 Yet  (he  diffufes  Glory  ev'ry  wheie. 
 
 Her  Mind  is  fo  entirely  bright. 
 
 The  Splendor  would  but  wound  our  Sighti 
 
 And  muft  to  fome  Difguife  fubmit, 
 
 Or  we  could  never  worfhip  it. 
 And  we  by  this  Relation  are  allow'd 
 Luftre  enough  to  be  Lucajias  Cloud, 
 
 Nations  will  own  us  now  to  be 
 
 A  Temple  of  Divinity  3 
 
 And  Pilgrims  (hall  ten  Ages  hence 
 
 Approach  our  Tombs  with  Reverence. 
 May  then  that  Time  which  did  fuch  Blifs  convey 
 Be  kept  by  us  perpetual  Holy-day. 
 
 To  the  truly  Noble  Mrs.  Anne  Owen,   on  my  firji 
 
 Approaches. 
 
 Madam, 
 
 AS  in  a  Triumph  Conquerors  admit 
 Their  meaneft  Captives  to  attend  on  it. 
 
 Who, 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occaftôtis.  43 
 
 Who,  tho*  unworthy,  have  the  Pow'r  confeft. 
 
 And  juftify'd  the  yiejding  of  the  rcfl  : 
 
 So  when  the  bufie  World  (in  hope  t'excufe 
 
 Their  own  furprife)  your  Gmqucfts  do  perufe, 
 
 And  find  my  Name,  they  will  be  apt  to  fay 
 
 Your  Chirms  were  blinded,  or  elfe  thrown  away. 
 
 There  is  no  Honour  got  in  gaining  me, 
 
 Who  am  a  Prize  not  worth  your  Vidory. 
 
 But  this  will  clear  you,  that  'tis  general, 
 
 The  worft  applaud  what  is  admir'd  by  all. 
 
 But  I  have  Plots  itft  :  For  the  way  to  be 
 
 Secure  of  Fame  to  all  Pofterity, 
 
 Is  to  obtain  the  Honour  I  purfue, 
 
 To  tell  the  World  I  was  fubdu'd  by  you. 
 
 And  fince  in  you  all  Wonders  common  are, 
 
 Your  Votaries  may  in  your  Virtues  (hare, 
 
 While  you  by  Noble  Magick  Worth  impart: 
 
 She  that  can  conquer,  can  reclaim  a  Heart. 
 
 Of  this  Creation  I  (hall  not  defpair, 
 
 Since  for  your  own  Sake  it  concerns  your  Care. 
 
 For  'tis  more  Honour  that  the  World  fhould  know 
 
 You  made  a  Noble  Soul,  than  found  it  fo. 
 
 N 
 
 L  U  C  A  S  1  A. 
 
 O  T  to  oblige  Lucafia  by  my  Voice, 
 To  boaft  my  Fate,  or  juftifie  my  Choice, 
 
 Is 
 
44  Toems  on  feveral  Occafiom. 
 
 Is  this  defign'd  ^  but  Pity  does  engage 
 
 My  Pen  to  refcue  the  declining  Age. 
 
 For  fince  'tis  grown  in  Fafhion  to  be  bad, 
 
 And  to  be  vain  or  angry,  proud  or  mad, 
 
 (While  in  their  Vices  only  Men  agree) 
 
 Is  thought  the  only  modern  Gallantry  $ 
 
 How  would  fome  brave  Examples  check  the  Crimes, 
 
 And  both  reproach,  and  yet  reform  the  Times  ? 
 
 Nor  can  Morality  it  felf  reclaim 
 
 Th'  apoftate  World  like  my  Lucajias  Name  : 
 
 Luca/id)  whofe  rich  Soul  had  it  been  known 
 
 mi  that  Time  th'  Ancients  call'd  the  Golden  one, 
 
 When  Innocence  and  Greatnefs  were  the  fame, 
 
 And  Men  no  Battels  knew  but  in  a  Game, 
 
 Chufing  what  Nature,  not  what  Art  prefers  : 
 
 Poets  were  Judges,  Kings   Phiiofophers  ^ 
 
 Even  then  from  her  the  Wife  would  Copies  draw, 
 
 And  fhe  to  th*  Infant  World  had  giv'n  a  Law. 
 
 That  Souls  were  made  of  Number  could  not  be 
 
 An  Obfervation,  but  a  Prophecy. 
 
 h  meant  Lucafia,  whofe  harmonious  State 
 
 The  Spheres  and  Mufes  only  imitate. 
 
 But  as  then  Mufick  is  beft  underftood, 
 
 When  ev'ry  Chord's  examined  and  found  good  : 
 
 So  what  in  others  Judgment  is  and  Will, 
 
 In  her  is  the  fame  even  Reafon  ftill. 
 
 And  as  fome  Colour  various  feems,  but  yet 
 
 Tis  but  cur  diff  rence  in  confidnng  it  :  > 
 
 So 
 
Totms  on  fever  al  Octajïons.  4  y 
 
 So  (he  now  Light,  and  then  does  Light  difpencc, 
 
 But  is  one  (hining  Orb  of  Excellence  : 
 
 And  that  fo  piercing  when  (he  Judgment  takes, 
 
 She  doth  not  fearch,  but  Intuition  makes  : 
 
 And  her  Difcoveries  more  eafie  are 
 
 Than  Cafars  Conqueft  in  his  Tontick  War. 
 
 As  bright  and  vigorous  her  Beams  are  pure, 
 
 And  in  their  own  rich  Candour  fo  fecure, 
 
 That  had  (he  liv'd  where  Legends  were  devis'd* 
 
 Rome  had  been  juft,  and  (he  been  canoniz  d. 
 
 Nay  Innocence  her  felflefs  clear  muft  be, 
 
 If  Innocence  be  any  thing  but  (he. 
 
 For  Virtues  fo  congenial  to  her  Mind, 
 
 That  Liquid  things,  or  Friends,  are  lefs  combin'd. 
 
 So  that  in  her  that  Sage  his  Wi(h  had  feen, 
 
 And  Virtue's  felf  had  perfonated  been. 
 
 Now  as  diftilled  Simples  do  agree, 
 
 And  in  th'  Alembick  lofe  variety  -, 
 
 So  Virtue,  tho*  in  pieces  fcatter'd  'twas, 
 
 Is  by  her  Mind  made  one  rich  ufeful  Mafs. 
 
 Nor  doth  Difcretion  put  Religion  down, 
 
 Nor  hafty  Zeal  ufurp  the  Judgment's  Crown. 
 
 Wifdom  and  Friendfhip  have  one  (ingle  Throne, 
 
 And  make  another  Friendfhip  of  their  own. 
 
 Each  fev'ral  piece  darts  fuch  tierce  pleating  Rays, 
 
 Poetick  Lovers  would  but  wrong  in  Praife. 
 
 All  hath  Proportion,  all  hath  Comelinefs, 
 
 And  her  Humility  alone  Excefs. 
 
 He 
 
46  Toems  on  feveral  Occafïons. 
 
 Her  Modefty  doth  wrong  a  Worth  fo  great, 
 Which  Calumny  her  felf  would  noblier  treat  î 
 While  true  to  Friendfhip,  and  to  Nature's  truft, 
 To  her  own  Merits  only  (he's  unjuft. 
 But  as  Divinity  we  beft  declare 
 By  Sounds  as  broken  as  our  Notions  arej 
 So  to  acknowledge  fuch  vaft  Eminence, 
 Imperfed  Wonder  is  our  Eloquence. 
 No  Pen  Lucafia's  Glories  can  relate, 
 But  they  admire  beft  who  dare  imitate. 
 
 WISTON    VAULT. 
 
 AN  D  why  this  Vault  and  Tomb?  alike  we  muft 
 Put  off  Diftindion,  and  put  on  our  Duft. 
 Nor  can  the  ftatelitft  Fabrick  help  to  fave 
 From  the  Corruptions  of  a  common  Grave  j 
 Nor  for  the  Refurredion  more  prepares 
 Than  if  the  Duft  were  fcatter'd  into  Air. 
 What  then?  Th' Ambitions  juft,  fay  fome,  that  we 
 May  thus  perpetuate  our  Memory. 
 Ah  falfe  vain  Task  of  Art!  ah  poor  weak  Man! 
 Whofe  Monument  does  more  thans  Merit  can: 
 Who  by  his  Friends  beft  Care  and  Loves  abus'd, 
 And  in  his  very  Epitaph  accused: 
 For  did  they  not  fufped  his  Name  would  fall> 
 There  would  not  need  an  Epitaph  at  all. 
 
 But 
 
*Poems  on  feveral  Occasions.  4,7 
 
 But  after  Death  too  I  would  be  alive, 
 
 And  (hall,  if  my  Lucajta  do,  furvive. 
 
 I  quit  thefe  Pomps  of  Death,  and  am  content, 
 
 Having  her  Heart  to  be  my  Monument: 
 
 Though  ne'er  Stone  to  me,  'twill  Stone  for  me  prove, 
 
 By  the  peculiar  Miracles  of  Love. 
 
 There  I'll  Infcription  have  which  no  Tomb  gives, 
 
 Not,  Here  Orinda  lies,  but,  Here  Jbe  lives. 
 
 Friendjhip  in  Emblème,  or  the  Seal.     To  my  deareft 
 L  U  C  A  S  I  A. 
 
 I. 
 
 TH  E  Hearts  thus  intermixed  fpeak 
 A  Love  that  no  bold  ftiock  can  break  $ 
 For  join'd  and  growing  both  in  one, 
 Neither  can  be  difturb'd  alone. 
 
 II. 
 That  means  a  mutual  Knowledge  too  5 
 For  what  is't  either  Heart  can  do. 
 Which  by  its  panting  Centinel 
 It  does  not  to  the  other  tell? 
 
 III. 
 ThatFriendftiip  Hearts  fo  much  refines, 
 Is  nothing  but  it  felf  defigns  : 
 The  Hearts  are  free  from  lower  ends, 
 For  each  Point  to  the  other  tends. 
 
 IV.  They 
 
48  'Toerns  on  fever  al  Occajîons. 
 
 IV. 
 They  flame,  'tis  true,  and  fev'ral  ways. 
 But  ftill  thofe  Flames  do  fo  much  raife, 
 That  while  to  either  they  incline 
 They  yet  are  Noble  and  Divine. 
 
 V. 
 From  Smoke  or  Hurt  thofe  Flames  are  free, 
 From  Grofnefs  or  Mortality: 
 The  Heart  (like  Mofes  Bufh  prefum'd) 
 Warm3 d  and  enlighten'd,  not  confum'd. 
 
 VI. 
 The  Compares  that  ftand  above 
 Exprefs  this  great  immortal  Love  $ 
 For  Friends,  like  them,  can  prove  this  true, 
 They  are,  and  yet  they  are  not,  two. 
 
 VII. 
 x^nd  in  their  Pofture  is  expreft 
 Friendihip's  exalted  Intereft  : 
 Each  follows  where  the  other  leans, 
 And  what  each  does,  this  other  means. 
 
 VIII. 
 And  as  when  one  Foot  does  ftand  faft, 
 And  t'other  Circles  feeks  to  caft, 
 The  fteddy  part  does  regulate 
 And  make  the  Wand'rer's  Motion  ftraight. 
 
 IX. 
 So  Friends  are  only  two  in  this, 
 T'reclaim  each  other  when  they  mifs  : 
 
 For 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occaftons.  4  y 
 
 For  whofoe'er  will  grofly  fall, 
 Can  never  be  a  Friend  at  all. 
 
 X. 
 And  as  that  ufeful  Infiniment 
 For  even  Lines  was  ever  meant  ^ 
 So  Friendfhip  from  good  Angels  fprings, 
 To  teach  the  World  heroick  Things. 
 
 IX. 
 As  thefe  are  found  out  in  defign 
 To  rule  and  meafure  ev'ry  Line  5 
 So  Friendfhip  governs  Aftions  beft, 
 Prefcribing  unto  all  the  reft. 
 
 xn. 
 
 And  as  in  Nature  nothing's  fet 
 So  juft  as  Lines  in  number  met} 
 So  CompaiTes  for  thefe  b'ing  made, 
 Do  Friendfhip's  Harmony  perfuade. 
 
 XIII. 
 And  like  to  them,  fo  Friends  may  own 
 Extenfion,  not  Divifion  : 
 Their  Points,  like  Bodies,  feparate$ 
 But  Head,  like  Souls,  knows  no  fuch  Fate. 
 
 XIV. 
 And  as  each  part  fo  well  is  knit, 
 That  their  Embraces  ever  fit  : 
 So  Friends  are  fuch  by  Deftiny, 
 And  no  third  can  the  place  fupply. 
 
 E  XV.  Therç 
 
fo  TPoems  on  fever  al  Occajtons. 
 
 XV. 
 There  needs  no  Motto  to  the  Seal  : 
 But  that  we  may  the  Mind  reveal 
 To  the  dull  Eye,  it  was  thought  fit 
 That  Friendjhip  only  ftiould  be  writ. 
 
 XVI. 
 But  as  there  are  Degrees  of  Blifs, 
 So  there's  no  Friendship  meant  by  this, 
 But  fuch  as  will  tranfmit  to  Fame 
 Lucajia  and  Orindas  Name. 
 
 In  Memory  of  F.  P.  who  died  at  Afton  the  z^th  of 
 May  1660.   at  the  Age  of  Twelve  Tears  and  a 
 half. 
 
 IF  I  could  ever  write  a  lading  Verfe, 
 It  fhould  be  laid,  dear  Saint,  upon  thy  Herfe. 
 But  Sorrow  is  no  Mufe,  and  does  confefs 
 That  it  leaft  can  what  it  would  mod  exprefs. 
 Yet  that  I  may  fome  Bounds  to  Grief  allow, 
 I'll  try  if  I  can  weep  in  Numbers  now. 
 Ah  beauteous  Bloilbm  too  untimely  dead  ! 
 Whither?  ah  whither  is  thy  Sweetnefs  fled? 
 Where  are  the  Charms  that  always  did  arife 
 From  the  prevailing  Language  of  thy  Eyes? 
 Where  is  thy  beauteous  and  lovely  Meen, 
 And  all  the  Wonders  that  in  thee  were  feen? 
 
 Alas 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occajîons.  51 
 
 Alas!  in  vain,  in  vain  on  thee  I  rave } 
 
 » 
 
 There  is  no  Pity  in  the  flupid  Grave. 
 But  fo  the  Bankrupt  fitting  on  the  brim 
 Of  thofe  fierce  Billows  which  had  ruin'd  him, 
 Begs  for  his  loft  Eftate,  and  does  complain 
 To  the  inexorable  Floods  in  vain. 
 As  well  we  may  enquire  when  Rofes  die, 
 To  what  Retirement  their  fweet  Odours  flie  > 
 Whither  their  Virtues  and  their  Blufhes  hafte, 
 When  the  fhort  Triumph  of  their  Life  is  paftj 
 Or  call  their  perifiiing  Beauties  back  with  Tears, 
 As  add  one  Moment  to  thy  finifh'd  Years. 
 No,  thou  art  gone,  and  thy  prefaging  Mind 
 So  thriftily  thy  early  Hours  defign'd, 
 That  hafty  Death  was  baffled  in  his  Pride, 
 Since  nothing  of  thee  but  thy  Body  dy'd. 
 Thy  Soul  was  up  betimes,  and  fo  concern'd 
 To  grafp  all  Excellence  that  could  be  learn'd, 
 That  finding  nothing  fill  her  Thirfting  here, 
 To  the  Spring-head  (he  went  to  quench  it  there  5 
 And  fo  prepar'd,  that  being  freed  from  Sin, 
 She  quickly  might  become  a  Chérubin. 
 Thou  wert  all  Soul,  and  through  thy  Eyes  it  (hin'd: 
 Aiham'd  and  angry  to  be  fo  confind, 
 It  long'd  to  be  uncagd,  and  thither  flown 
 Where  it  might  know  as  clearly  as  'twas  known. 
 In  thefe  vaft  hopes  we  might  thy  Change  have  found, 
 But  that  Heav'n  blinds  whom  it  decrees  to  wound. 
 
 E  2  For 
 
f  2  Toems  on  fever  al  Occa/îons. 
 
 For  Parts  fo  foon  at  fo  fublime  a  pitch, 
 A  Judgment  fo  mature,  Fancy  fo  rich, 
 Never  appear  unto  unthankful  Men, 
 But  as  a  Vifion,  to  be  hid  again. 
 So  glorious  Scenes  in  Mafques,  Speftators  view 
 With  the  fhort  Pleafure  of  an  Hour  or  two  -, 
 But  that  once  part,  the  Ornaments  are  gone, 
 The  Lights  extinguifn'd,   and  the  Curtains  drawn. 
 Yet  all  thefe  Gifts  were  thy  lefs  noble  part, 
 Nor  was  thy  Head  fo  worthy  as  thy  Heart  5 
 Where  the  Divine  Impreflion  (hin'd  fo  clear, 
 As  fnatch'd  thee  hence,  and  yet  endear'd  thee  here  : 
 For  what  in  thee  did  mofl  command  our  Love, 
 Was  both  the  caufe  and  (ign  of  thy  remove. 
 Such  Fools  are  we,  fo  fatally  we  chufe  : 
 That  what  we  mod  would  keep  we  fooneft  lofe. 
 1  he  humble  Greatnefs  of  thy  pious  Thought, 
 Sweetnefs  unforc  d,  and  Bafhfulnefs  untaught, 
 The  native  Candor  of  thine  open  Breaft, 
 And  all  the  Beams  wherein  thy  Worth  was  dreft, 
 Thy  Wit  fo  bright,  fo  piercing  and  immenfe, 
 Adorn'd  with  wife  and  lovely  Innocence, 
 Might  have  foretold  thou  wert  not  fo  compleat, 
 Eut  that  our  Joy  might  be  as  lhort  as  great. 
 So  the  poor  Swain  beholds  his  ripen'd  Corn 
 By  fome  rough  Wind  without  a  Sickle  torn. 
 Never,  ah!  never  let  fad  Parents  guefs 
 At  one  remove  of  future  Happinefs  : 
 
 But 
 
Toems  on  fever  a  I  Occafions.  *+ 
 
 But  reckon  Children  'mong  thofe  pafling  Joys 
 
 Which  one  Hour  gives,  and  the  next  Hour  dcftroys 
 
 Alas!  we  were  fccure  of  our  Content  ^ 
 
 But  find  too  late  that  it  was  only  lent, 
 
 To  be  a  Mirror  wherein  we  may  fee 
 
 How  frail  we  are,   how  fpotkfs  we  fhould  be. 
 
 But  if  to  thy  bleft  Soul  my  Grief  appears, 
 
 Forgive  and  pity  thefe  injurious  Tears  : 
 
 Impute  them  to  Affedion's  fad  excefs, 
 
 Which  will  not  yield  to  Nature's  Tenderncfs, 
 
 Since  'twas  through  deareft  Ties  and  higheft  Trufl 
 
 Continu'd  from  thy  Cradle  to  thy  Duft^ 
 
 And  fo  rewarded  and  confirm'd  by  thine, 
 
 That  (wo  is  me!)   I  thought  thee  too  much  mine. 
 
 But  1*11  refign,  and  follow  thee  as  fafl: 
 
 As  my  unhappy  Minutes  will  make  haft. 
 
 Till  when  the  fre(h  Remembrances  of  thee 
 
 Shall  be  my  Emblems  of  Mortality. 
 
 For  fuch  a  lofs  as  this  (bright  Soul  !)  is  not 
 
 Ever  to  be  repaired  or  forgot, 
 
 In  Memory  of  that  excelle}}  f  Ter  [on  Mrs.  Marv 
 Lloyd  of  Bodidrift  in  Denbighshire,  who  died 
 Nov.  13.  1656.  ajter  foe  came  thither  from  Pem- 
 brokefhire. 
 
 I 
 
 Cannot  hold,  for  though  to  write  were  rude. 
 Yet  to  be  filent  were  Ingratitude, 
 
 E  3  A  id 
 
54  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajïons. 
 
 And  Folly  too  5  for  if  Pofterity 
 Should  never  hear  of  fuch  a  one  as  thee, 
 And  only  know  this  Age's  bruitifh  Fame, 
 They  would  think  Virtue  nothing  but  a  Name. 
 And  though  far  abler  Pens  muft  her  define, 
 Yet  her  Adoption  hath  engaged  mine  : 
 And  I  muft  own  where  Merit '(hines  fo  clear, 
 'Tis  hard  to  write,  but  harder  to  forbear. 
 Sprung  from  an  ancient  and  an  honour'd  Stem, 
 Who  lent  her  Luftre,  and  (lie  paid  it  them  5      » 
 Who  ftill  in  great  and  noble  things  appear 'd, 
 Whom  all  their  Country  lov'd,  and  yet  they  fear'd. 
 Match'd  to  another  good  and  great  as  they, 
 Who  did  their  Country  both  oblige  and  fway. 
 Behold  her  felf,  who  had  without  difpute 
 More  than  both  Families  could  contribute. 
 What  early  Beauty  Grief  and  Age  had  broke, 
 Her  lovely  Reliques  and  her  Off-fpring  fpoke. 
 She  was  by  Nature  and  her  Parents  Care 
 A  Woman  long  before  moft  others  are. 
 But  yet  that  antedated  Seafon  (he 
 Improv'd  to  Virtue,  not  to  Liberty. 
 For  (he  was  ftill  in  either  State  of  Life 
 Meek  as  a  Virgin,  Prudent  as  a  Wife. 
 And  (he  well  knew,  although  fo  Young  and  Fair, 
 Juftly  to  mix  Obedience,  Love  and  Care$ 
 Whilft  to  her  Children  (he  did  ftill  appear 
 So  wifely  kind,  fo  tenderly  fevere, 
 
 That 
 
Tocms  on  fever  al  Oc  ca fions.  5  5 
 
 That  they  from  her  Rule  and  Example  brought 
 
 A  native  Honour,  which  (lie  ftampt  and  taught. 
 
 Nor  can  a  fingle  Fen  enough  commend 
 
 So  kind  a  Sifter,  and  fo  clear  a  Friend. 
 
 A  Wifdom  from  above  did  h^r  fecure, 
 
 Which  as 'twas  peaceable,  was  ever  pure. 
 
 And  if  well-order'd  Commonwealths  mud  be 
 
 Patterns  for  ev  ry  private  Family, 
 
 Her  Houfe,  rul'd  by  her  Hand  and  by  her  Eye, 
 
 Might  be  a  Pattern  for  a  Monarchy. 
 
 Solomons  wifeft  Woman  lefs  could  do ^ 
 
 She  built  her  Houfe,  but  this  preferv'd  hers  too. 
 
 She  was  fo  pious,  that  when  fhe  did  die 
 
 She  fcarce  chang'd  Place,  I'm  fure  not  Company. 
 
 Her  Zeal  was  primitive  and  praclick  too  -, 
 
 She  did  believe,  and  pray,  and  read,  and  do. 
 
 A  firm  and  equal  Soul  (he  had  engrofl, 
 
 Juft  ev'n  to  thofe  that  difobligd  her  moft. 
 
 She  grew  to  love  thofe  Wrongs  (he  did  receive 
 
 For  giving  her  the  Pow'r  to  forgive. 
 
 Her  Alms  I  may  admire,  but  not  relate, 
 
 But  her  own  Works  {hall  Traife  her  in  the  Gate. 
 
 Her  Life  was  Checker'd  with  atflictive  Years, 
 
 And  even  her  Comfort  feafon'd  in  her  Tears. 
 
 Scarce  for  a  Husband's  lofs  her  Eyes  were  dry'J, 
 
 And  that  lofs  by  her  Children  half  fupply'd, 
 
 When Heavn was pleas'd not  thefedear  Props tJ afford, 
 
 But  tore  moft  off  by  Sicknefs  or  by  Sword. 
 
 E  4  She* 
 
$6  *poems  on  fever  al  Occajîons. 
 
 She,  who  in  them  could  ftill  their  Father  boaft, 
 Was  a  frefh  Widow  evry  Son  fhe  loft. 
 Litigious  Hinds  did  her  of  Right  deprive, 
 That  after  all  'twas  Penance  to  furvive. 
 She  ftill  thefe  Griefs  hath  nobly  undergone, 
 Which  few  fupport  at  all,  bui  better  none. 
 Such  a  fubmiflive  Greatnefs  who  can  find  > 
 A  tender  Heart  with  fo  refolv'd  a  Mind? 
 But  flie,  though  fenfible,  was  ftill  the  fame, 
 Of  a  refigned  SouH  untainted  Fame, 
 Nor  were  her  Virtues  coarfly  fet,  for  fhe 
 Out-did  Example  in  Civility. 
 To  beftow  Bleflings,  to  oblige,  relieve, 
 Was  all  for  which  fhe  could  endure  to  live. 
 She  had  a  Joy  higher  in  doing  good, 
 Than  they  to  whom  the  Benefit  accru'd. 
 Though  none  of  Honour  had  a  quicker  Senfe, 
 Never  had  Woman  more  of  Complaifance, 
 Yet  loft  it  not  in  empty  Forms,  but  [ftill 
 Her  Nature  noble  was,  her  Soul  gentile. 
 And  as  in  Youth  the  did  attract,  (for  flie 
 The  Verdure  had  without  the  Vanity) 
 So  fhe  in  Age  was  mild  and  grave  to  all, 
 Was  not  Morofe,  but  was  Majeftical. 
 Thus  from  all  other  Women  flie  had  Skill 
 To  draw  their  Good,  but  nothing  of  their  111. 
 And  fince  fhe  knew  the  mad  tumultuous  W^orld, 
 Saw  Crowns  revers'd,  Temples  to  ruin  hurl'd  3 
 
 She 
 
To  em  s  on  fever  al  Occafîons.  77 
 
 She  in  Retirement  clofe  to  fhine  and  burn, 
 
 Asa  bright  Lamp  (hut  in  feme  Roman  Urn. 
 
 At  laft,  when  fpent  with  Sickncis,   Grief  and  Age, 
 
 Her  Guardian  Angel  did  her  Death  prefage  : 
 
 (So  that  by  ftrong  impulfe  fhe  chearfully 
 
 Difpenfed  Bleflings,  and  went  home  to  die  -, 
 
 That  fo  fhe  might,  when  to  that  place  remov'd, 
 
 Marry  his  Afhes  whom  fhe  ever  lov'd) 
 
 She  dy'd,  gain'd  a  Reward,  and  paid  a  Debt. 
 
 The  Sun  himfelf  did  never  brighter  fet. 
 
 Happy  were  they  that  knew  her  and  her  end, 
 
 More  happy  they  that  did  from  her  defcend  : 
 
 A  double  Blefling  they  may  hope  to  have, 
 
 One  (he  convey 'd  to  them,  and  one  (he  gave. 
 
 All  that  are  hers  are  therefore  fure  to  be 
 
 Bled  by  Inheritance  and  Legacy. 
 
 A  Royal  Birth  had  lefs  Advantage  been. 
 
 'Tis  more  to  die  a  Saint  than  live  a  Queen.     . 
 
 To  the  truly  competent  Judge  of  Honour ',  Lucafia, 
 upon  a  fcandalous  Libel  made  by  J.  J. 
 
 HOnour,  which  differs  Man  from  Man  much  more 
 ThanReafon  differ  d  him  from  Beads  before, 
 Suffers  this  common  Fate  of  all  things  good, 
 
 By  the  blind  World  to  be  mifunder flood. 
 
 For 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occajïons. 
 
 For  as  fome  Heathens  did  their  Gods  confine* 
 
 While  in  a  Bird  or  Bead  they  made  their  fhrine^ 
 
 Depos'd  their  Deities  to  Earth,  and  then 
 
 Offer 'd  them  Rites  that  were  too  low  for  Men: 
 
 So  thofe  who  mod  to  Honour  facrifice, 
 
 Prefcribe  to  her  a  mean  and  weak  Difguife* 
 
 Imprifon  her  to  others  falfe  Applaufe, 
 
 And  from  Opinion  do  receive  their  Laws. 
 
 While  that  inconftant  Idol  they  implore, 
 
 Which  in  one  Breath  can  Murther  and  Adore. 
 
 From  hence  it  is  that  thofe  who  Honour  court, 
 
 (And  place  her  in  a  popular  Report) 
 
 Do  proftitute  themfelves  to  fordid  Fate, 
 
 And  from  their  Being  oft  degenerate, 
 
 And  thus  their  Tenants  too  are  low  and  bad, 
 
 As  if  'twere  honourable  to  be  Mad  : 
 
 Or  that  their  Honour  had  concerned  been 
 
 But  to  conceal,  not  to  forbear,  a  Sin. 
 
 But  Honour  is  more  great  and  more  fublime, 
 
 Above  the  Battery  of  Fate  or  Time. 
 
 We  fee  in  Beauty  certain  Airs  are  found, 
 
 Which  no  one  Grace  can  make,  but  all  compound. 
 
 Honour's  to  th'Mind  as  Beauty  to  the  Senfe, 
 
 The  fair  refult  of  mixed  Excellence. 
 
 As  many  Diamonds  together  lye, 
 
 And  dart  one  Luftre  to  amaze  the  Eye  : 
 
 So  Honour  is  that  bright  iEtherialRay 
 
 Which  many  Stars  doth  in  one  Light  difplay. 
 
 But 
 
<Poems  on  feveral  Occafions. 
 
 But  as  that  Beauty  were  as  truly  fweet, 
 Were  there  no  Tongue  to  Praife,  no  Eye  to  fte'tj 
 And  'tis  the  Privilege  of  a  native  Spark, 
 To  died  a  conlluit  Splendor  in  the  Dark  : 
 So  Honour  is  its  own  Reward  and  End, 
 And  fatisfy'd  within,  cannot  defcend 
 To  beg  the  Suffrage  of  a  vulgar  Tongue, 
 Which  by  commending  Virtue  doth  it  wrong. 
 It  is  the  Charter  of  a  noble  Aftion, 
 That  the  Performance  giveth  fatisfa&ion. 
 Other  things  are  below't^  for  from  a  Clown 
 Would  any  Conqueror  receive  his  Crown  ? 
 Tis  reftlefs  Cowardice  to  be  a  Drudge 
 To  an  uncertain  and  unworthy  Judge. 
 So  the  Caméléon,  who  lives  on  Air, 
 Is  of  all  Creatures  mod  inclind  to  fear. 
 But  peaceable  Refleftions  on  the  Mind 
 Will  in  a  filent  fhade  Contentment  find. 
 Honour  keeps  Court  at  home,  and  doth  not  fear 
 To  be  condemn'd  Abroad,  if  quitted  there. 
 While  I  have  this  Retreat,  'tis  not  the  Noife 
 Of  Slander,  though  believe1,  can  wrong  my  Joys. 
 There  is  advantage  int:  for  Gold  uncoin'd 
 Had  been  unufeful,  nor  with  Glory  (hind: 
 This  ftamp'd  my  Innocency  in  the  Ore, 
 Which  was  as  much,   but  not  fo  bright,  before. 
 Till  an  Alernbick  wakes  and  outward  draws, 
 The  ftrength  of  Sweets  lies  fleeping  in  their  Caufe  : 
 
 So 
 
6o  Toems  on  feveral  Occaftons. 
 
 So  this  gave  me  an  opportunity 
 
 To  feed  upon  my  own  Integrity. 
 
 And  tho*  their  Judgment  I  rauft  ftill  difclaim, 
 
 Who  cannot  give,  nor  take  away  a  Fame  : 
 
 Yet  I'll  appeal  unto  the  knowing  few, 
 
 Who  dare  be  Juft,  and  rip  my  Heart  to  you. 
 
 To  An  tenor,  on  a  Taper  of  mine  which  J.  J.  threat, 
 ens  to  Tubltjh  to  prejudice  him. 
 
 MUST  then  my  Crimes  become  thy  Scandal  too  ? 
 Why,  fare  the  Devil  hath  not  much  to  do. 
 The  weatnefs  of  the  other  Charge  is  clear. 
 When  fuch  a  crifie  muft  bring  up  the  Rear. 
 But  this  is  mad  Defign,  for  who  before 
 Loft  his  Repute  upon  anothers  fcore  ? 
 My  Love  and  Life  I  muft  confefs  are  thine, 
 But  not  my  Errors,  they  are  only  mine. 
 And  if  my  Faults  muft  be  for  thine  allow'd, 
 It  will  be  hard  to  diffipate  the  Cloud  : 
 For  Eve's  Rebellion  did  not  Adam  blaft, 
 Until  himfelf  forbidden  Fruit  did  tafte. 
 "  Fis  poffible  this  Magazine  of  Hell 
 (Whofe  Name  would  turn  a  Verfe  into  a  fpell, 
 Whofe  Mifchief  is  congenial  to  his  Life) 
 May  yet  enjoy  an  honourable  Wife. 
 Nor  let  his  ill  be  reckon'd  as  her  blame, 
 Nor  yet  my  Follies  blaft  Anterior  s  Name. 
 
 But 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occafions.  61 
 
 But  if  thofe  Lines  a  funirtiment  could  call 
 
 Lading  and  Great  as  this  dark  Lanthorns  Gall  -, 
 
 Alone  I'd  court  the  Torrents  with  content, 
 
 To  teflifie  that  thou  art  Innocent. 
 
 So  if  my  Ink  through  Malice  prov'd  a  (lain, 
 
 My  Blood  (hould  judly  wafh  it  off  again. 
 
 But  fince  that  Mint  of  (lander  could  invent 
 
 To  make  fo  dull  a  Rhime  his  Indrument, 
 
 Let  Verfe  revenge  the  Quarrel.     But  he's  worfc 
 
 Than  Wifties,  and  below  a  Poet's  Curfe  5 
 
 And  more  than  this,  Wit  knows  not  how  to  give, 
 
 Let  him  be  dill  himfelf,  and  let  him  live. 
 
 Rofania  fhadowed,  whiljl  Mrs.  Mary  Awbrey. 
 
 IF  any  could  my  dear  Rofania  hate, 
 They  only  (hould  her  Charafter  relate. 
 Truth  (hines  fo  bright  there,  that  an  Enemy 
 Would  be  a  better  Orator  than  I. 
 Love  (lifles  Language,  and  I  mud  confefs, 
 I  had  faid  more,  if  I  had  loved  lefs. 
 Yet  the  mod  critical  who  that  Face  fee 
 Will  ne'er  fufpeft  a  partiality. 
 Others  by  Time  and  by  Degrees  perfwade, 
 But  her  firft  Look  doth  ev'ry  Heart  invade. 
 She  hath  a  Face  fo  eminently  bright, 
 Would  make  a  Lover  of  an  Anchorite  : 
 
6 7  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajîons. 
 
 A  Face  where  Conqueft  mixt  with  Modefty 
 
 Are  both  compleated  in  Divinity. 
 
 Not  her  leaft  Glance  but  fets  a  Heart  on  Fire, 
 
 And  checks  it  if  it  (hould  too  much  afpire. 
 
 Such  is  the  Magick  of  her  Looks,  the  fame 
 
 Beam  doth  both  kindle  and  refine  our  Flame. 
 
 If  (he  doth  fmile,  no  Painter  e'er  would  take 
 
 Another  Rule  when  he  would  Mercy  make, 
 
 And  Heav'n  to  her  fuch  Splendor  hath  allow'd, 
 
 That  no  one  pofture  can  her  Beauty  cloud  : 
 
 For  if  (he  frown,  none  but  would  fancy  then 
 
 Juftice  defcended  here  to  punifh  Men. 
 
 Her  common  Looks  I  know  not  how  to  call 
 
 Any  one  Grace,  they  are  compos'd  of  all. 
 
 And  if  we  Mortals  could  the  Doftrine  reach, 
 
 Her  Eyes  have  Language,  and  her  Looks  do  teach. 
 
 And  as  in  Palaces  the  outmoft,  word 
 
 Rooms  entertain  our  Wonder  at  the  firfl:  3 
 
 But  once  within  the  Prefence -Chamber  Door, 
 
 We  do  defpife  what  e  er  we  faw  before  : 
 
 So  when  you  with  her  Mind  acquaintance  get, 
 
 You'l  hardly  think  upon  the  Cabinet. 
 
 Her  Soul,  that  Ray  (hot  from  the  Deity, 
 
 Doth  ftill  preferve  its  native  Purity  j 
 
 Which  Earth  can  neither  threaten  nor  allure, 
 
 Nor  by  falfe  Joys  defile  it,  or  obfcure. 
 
 The  Innocence  which  in  her  Heart  doth  dwell* 
 
 Angels  themfelves  can  only  parallel. 
 
 More 
 
Toems  on  feveral  Occafions.  65 
 
 More  gently  foft  than  in  an  Evening-fhow'r  : 
 And  in  that  Sweetnefs  there  is  coucht  a  Pow'r, 
 Which  fcorning  Pride,  doth  think  it  very  hard 
 That  Modefty  ftould  need  fo  mean  a  Guard. 
 Her  Honour  is  protected  by  her  Eyes, 
 As  the  old  Flaming  Sword  kept  Paradife. 
 Such  Conftancy  of  Temper,  Truth  and  Law, 
 Guides  all  her  Aftions,  that  the  World  may  draw 
 From  her  own  Soul  the  nobleft  Precedent 
 Of  the  mod  fafe,  wife,  virtuous  Government. 
 And  as  the  higheft  Element  is  clear 
 From  all  the  Tempefts  which  difturb  the  Air: 
 So  (lie  above  the  World,  and  its  rude  Noife, 
 Above  our  Storms,  a  quiet  Calm  enjoys. 
 Tranfcendent  Things  her  noble  Thoughts  fublimc, 
 Above  the  Faults  and  Trifles  of  the  Time. 
 Unlike  thofe  Gallants  which  take  far  lefs  Care 
 To  have  their  Souls,  than  make  their  Bodies  fair  5 
 Who  (fick  with  too  much  leifure)  Time  do  pafs 
 With  thefe  two  Books,  Pride,  and  a  Looking-glafs  : 
 Plot  to  furprife  Mens  Hearts,  their  Pow'r  to  try, 
 And  call  that  Love,  which  is  meer  Vanity. 
 But  (he,  although  the  grcateft  Murtherer, 
 (For  ev'ry  Glance  commits  a  Maflacre) 
 Yet  glories  not  that  Slaves  her  Pow'r  conftfs, 
 But  wiflies  that  her  Monarchy  were  lefs. 
 And  if  (he  Love,  it  is  not  thrown  away, 
 As  many  do,  only  to  fpend  the  Day  3 
 
 But 
 
64  Toerns  on  fever  al  Occafîons. 
 
 But  hers  is  ferious,  and  enough  alone 
 To  make  all  Love  become  Religion* 
 And  to  her  Friendftiip  (he  fo  faithful  is, 
 That  'tis  her  only  Blot  and  Prejudice  : 
 For  Envy's-felf  could  never  Error  fee 
 Within  that  Soul,  'bating  her  Love  to  me. 
 Now  as  I  mufl  confefs  the  Name  of  Friend 
 To  her  that  all  the  World  doth  comprehend 
 Is  a  moft  wild  Ambition  ^  fo  for  me 
 To  draw  her  Pidure  is  flat  Lunacy. 
 Oh  !  I  mufl  think  the  reft  $  for  who  can  Write 
 Or  into  Words  confine  what's  Infinite  ? 
 
 To  the  Queen  of  lnconflancy^  Regina  Collier, 
 in  Antwerp. 
 
 L 
 
 UN  worthy,  fi  nee  thou  haft  decreed 
 Thy  Love  and  Honour  both  (hall  bleed, 
 My  Friendftiip  could  not  chufe  to  die 
 In  better  Time  or  Company. 
 
 If. 
 What  thou  haft  got  by  this  Exchange 
 Thou  wilt  preceive,  when  the  Revenge 
 Shall  by  thofe  Treacheries  be  made, 
 For  which  our  Faith  thou  haft  betrayed. 
 
 lit 
 When  thy  Idolaters  (hall  be 
 True  to  themfelves,  and  falfe  to  thee, 
 
 Thoult 
 
Teems  on  fever  al  Occafîons.  6j 
 
 Thou'lt  fee  that  in  Heart-merchandife, 
 Value,  not  NumBer,  makes  the  Price. 
 
 JV. 
 Live  to  that  Day,  my  Innocence 
 Shall  be  my  Friendfhip's  juft  Defence  : 
 For  this  is  all  the  World  can  find, 
 While  thou  wert  Noble,  I  was  Kind. 
 
 V. 
 The  defp'rate  Game  that  thou  doft  play 
 At  private  Ruins  cannot  flay  > 
 The  horrid  Treach'ry  of  that  Face 
 Will  fure  undo  its  native  Place. 
 
 VI. 
 Then  let  the  Frenchmen  never  fear 
 The  Viftory  while  thou  art  there  : 
 For  if  Sins  will  call  Judgments  down, 
 Thou  haft  enough  to  flock  the  Town. 
 
 To  my  Excellevt  Lucafia,  on  our  Frtendfhip. 
 
 I  Did  not  live  until  this  time 
 Crown  d  my  Felicity, 
 When  I  could  fay  without  a  Crime, 
 I  am  not  thine,  but  Thee. 
 
 This  Carcafs  breath'd,  and  walk'd,  and  flept, 
 
 So  that  the  World  believ'd 
 There  was  a  Soul  the  Motions  kept  5 
 
 But  they  were  all  deceived. 
 
 F  For 
 
66  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajtons. 
 
 For  as  a  Watch  by  Art  is  wound 
 
 To  Motion,  fuch  was  mine  : 
 But  never  had  Orinda  found 
 
 A  Soul  'till  fhe  found  thine  3 
 
 Which  now  infpires,  cures  and  fupplies, 
 And  guides  my  darkned  Breaft  : 
 
 For  thou  art  all  that  I  can  prize, 
 My  Joy,  my  Life,  my  Reft. 
 
 No  Bridegroom's  nor  Crown-conquror's  Mirth 
 
 To  mine  compar'd  can  be  : 
 They  have  but  pieces  of  this  Earth, 
 
 I've  all  the  World  in  thee. 
 
 Then  let  our  Flames  ftill  light  and  fhine, 
 
 And  no  falfe  Fear  controul, 
 As  innocent  as  our  Deflgn, 
 
 Immortal  as  our  Soul. 
 
 RofaniaV  Trivate  Marriage. 
 
 IT  was  a  wife  and  kind  Defign  of  Fate, 
 That  none  fhould  this  day's  Glory  celebrate  : 
 For  'twere  in  vain  to  keep  a  Time  which  is 
 Above  the  reach  of  all  Solemnities. 
 The  greateft  A&ions  pafs  without  a  Noife, 
 And  Tumults  but  prophane  diviner  Joys. 
 
 Silence 
 
 v. 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occafions.  67 
 
 Silence  with  Things  tranfcendent  neareft  fuit?. 
 
 The  greateft  Emperors  are  ferv'd  by  Mutes. 
 
 And  as  in  ancient  Time  the  Deities 
 
 To  their  own  Priefts  reveal'd  no  Myfteries 
 
 Until  they  were  from  all  the  World  retir'd, 
 
 And  in  fome  Cave  made  fit  to  be  infpir'd. 
 
 So  when  Rofa?iia  (who  hath  them  out-vy'd, 
 
 And  with  more  Juftice  might  be  Dcify'd  > 
 
 Who  if  (he  had  their  Rites  and  Altars,  we 
 
 Should  hardly  think  it  were  Idolatry) 
 
 Had  found  a  Bread  that  did  deferve  to  be 
 
 Receptacle  of  her  Divinity  $ 
 
 It  was  not  fit  the  gazing  World  fhould  know 
 
 When  fhe  convey 'd  her  felf  to  him,  or  how. 
 
 An  Eagle  fafely  may  behold  the  Sun, 
 
 When  weak  Eyes  are  with  too  much  Light  undone. 
 
 Now  as  in  OracLs  were  underftood, 
 
 Not  the  Prieft's  only*  but  the  common  good  : 
 
 So  her  great  Soul  would  not  imparted  be, 
 
 But  in  defign  of  general  Charity. 
 
 She  now  is  more  diffufive  than  before  j 
 
 And  what  Men  then  admir'd,  they  now  adore. 
 
 For  this  Exchange  makes  not  her  Power  Itis, 
 
 But  only  fitter  for  the  World's  Addr^fs. 
 
 May  then  that  Mind  (which  if  we  wilJ  admit 
 
 The  Univerfe  one  SouU  mud  fure  be  it) 
 
 Inform  this  All,  (which,  'till  fhe  (hin'd  out,  lay 
 
 As  drowfie  Men  do  in  a  cloudy  Day) 
 
 F  =>  And 
 
68  Toems  on  feveral  Occaftons. 
 
 And  Honour,  Virtue,  Reafon  fo  difpence, 
 That  all  may  owe  them  to  her  Influence  : 
 And  while  this  Age  is  thus  imploy'd,  may  fhe 
 Scatter  new  Bleflings  for  Pofterity. 
 I  dare  not  any  other  Wifli  prefer, 
 For  only  her  beftowing  adds  to  her. 
 And  to  a  Soul  fo  in  her  felf  compleat 
 As  would  be  wrong'd  by  any  Epithete, 
 Whofe  Splendor's  fix'd  unto  her  chofen  Sphere, 
 And  fill'd  with  Love  and  Satisfa&ion  there, 
 What  can  increafe  the  Triumph,  but  to  fee 
 The  World  her  Convert  and  her  Hiftory  ? 
 
 Injuria  Amicitia. 
 
 LOvely  Apoftate!  What  was  my  Offence  ? 
 Or  am  I  punifli'd  for  Obedience  ? 
 Muft  thy  ftrange  Rigor  find  as  ftrange  a  Time  . 
 The  Ad:  and  Seafon  are  an  equal  Crime. 
 Of  what  thy  moft  ingenious  Scorns  could  do 
 Muft  I  be  Subject  and  Spectator  too  ? 
 Or  were  the  Sufferings  and  Sins  too  few 
 To  be  fuftain'd  by  me,  perform'd  by  you  ? 
 Unlefs  (with  Nero)  your  uncurb'd  Defire 
 Be  to  furvey  the  Rome  you  ftt  on  Fire. 
 While  wounded  for  and  by  your  Power,  I 
 At  once  your  Martyr  and  your  Profped  die. 
 This  is  my  Doom,   and  fuch  a  ridling  Fate 
 As  all  Impoflibles  doth  complicate. 
 
 For 
 
Toems  on  fever  a  I  Occafions.  69 
 
 For  Obligation  here  is  Injury, 
 
 Conftancy  Crime,  Friendlhip  a  Herefie. 
 
 And  you  appear  fo  much  on  Ruin  bent, 
 
 Your  own  Definition  gives  you  now  Content  : 
 
 For  our  twin-Spirits  did  fo  long  agree, 
 
 You  muft  undo  your  felf  to  ruin  me. 
 
 And,  like  fome  Frantick  Goddefs,  you're  inclin'd, 
 
 To  raze  the  Temple  where  you  are  enfhrind. 
 
 And,  what's  the  Miracle  of  Cruelty, 
 
 Kill  that  which  gave  you  Immortality.  [fprings, 
 
 While  glorious  Friendftiip,   whence   your  Honour 
 
 Lies  gafping  in  the  Crowd  of  common  Things  j 
 
 And  I'm  fo  odious,  that  for  being  kind 
 
 Doubled  and  ftudied  Murthers  are  defign'd- 
 
 Thy  Sin's  all  Paradox,  for  fhould'ft  thou  be 
 
 Thy  felf  again,  th'  uTould'fl  be  fevere  to  me. 
 
 For  thy  Repentance  coming  now  fo  late, 
 
 Would  only  change,  and  not  relieve  my  Fate. 
 
 So  dangerous  is  the  Confequence  of  111, 
 
 Thy  lead  of  Crimes  is  to  be  cruel  ftill. 
 
 For  of  thy  Smiles  I  fhould  yet  more  complain, 
 
 If  I  fhould  live  to  be  betray'd  again. 
 
 Live  then  (fair  Tyrant)  in  Security, 
 
 From  both  my  Kindnefs  and  Revenge  be  free  5 
 
 While  I,  who  to  the  Swains  had  fung  thy  Fame, 
 
 And  taught  each  Echo  to  repeat  thy  Name, 
 
 Will  now  my  private  Sorrow  entertain, 
 
 To  Rocks  and  Rivers,  not  to  thee,  complain. 
 
 F  3  Ard 
 
jo  Toems  on  fever  al  Occafions. 
 
 And  tho'  before  our  Union  cherifh'd  me, 
 Tis  now  my  Pleafure  that  we  difagree. 
 For  from  my  Paffion  your  laft  Rigour  grew, 
 And  you  kill'd  me  becaufe  I  worfliip'd  you. 
 But  my  worfi:  Vows  (hall  be  your  Happinefs, 
 And  not  to  be  difturb'd  by  my  Diftrefs. 
 And  tho9  it  would  my  facred  Fkmes  pollute, 
 To  make  my  Heart  a  fcorned  Proftitute  5 
 Yet  111  adore  the  Author  of  my  Death, 
 And  kifs  the  Hand  that  robs  me  of  my  Breath. 
 
 To  Regma  Collier,  on  her  Cruelty  to  Philafter. 
 
 TRiumphant  Queen  of  Scorn  !  How  ill  doth  fit 
 In  all  that  Sweetnefs,  fuch  injurious  Wit  ? 
 Unjuft  and  Cruel  !  What  can  be  your  Prize, 
 To  make  one  Heart  a  double  Sacrifice  ? 
 Where  fuch  ingenious  Rigour  you  do  (hew, 
 To  break  his  Heart,  you  break  his  Image  too  $ 
 And  by  a  Tyranny  that's  ftrange  and  new, 
 You  Murther  him  becaufe  he  Worfhips  you. 
 No  Pride  can  raife  you,  or  can  make  him  ftart, 
 Since  Love  and  Honour  doth  enrich  his  Heart. 
 Be  Wife  and  Good,  left  when  Fate  will  be  juft, 
 She  fhould  o'erthrow  thofe  Glories  in  the  Duft, 
 Rifle  your  Beauties,  and  you  thus  forlorn 
 Make  a  cheap  Victim  to  another's  fcorn  5 
 And  in  thofe  Fetters  which  you  do  upbraid, 
 Your  felf  a  wretched  Captive  may  be  made» 
 
 Redeem 
 
Toms  on  fever  al  Occa fions.  7 1 
 
 Redeem  the  poifon'd  Age,  Jet  it  be  fern 
 There's  no  fuch  Freedom  as  to  ferve  a  Queen. 
 But  you,  I  fee,  are  lately  Round- head  grown, 
 And  whom  you  vanquifh  you  infult  upon. 
 
 To  Philafter,  on  his  Melancholy  for  Regina. 
 
 Give  over  now  thy  Tears,  thou  vain 
 And  double  Murtherer  3 
 For  ev'ry  Minute  of  thy  Pain 
 Wounds  both  thy  felf  and  her. 
 Then  leave  this  Dulnefs^  for  'tis  our  belief,     s 
 Thy  Queen  muft  Cure,  or  rot  deferve,  thy  Grief. 
 
 PhilocleaV  "Parting. 
 
 Kinder  than  a  condemned  Man's  Reprieve 
 Was  your  dear  Company  that  bad  me  live. 
 When  by  Rofania's  Silence  I  had  been 
 The  wretched'ft  Martyr  any  Age  hath  feen. 
 But  as  when  Traitors  faint  upon  the  Rack, 
 Tormentors  ftrive  to  call  their  Spirits  back  % 
 Not  out  of  kindnefs  to  preferve  their  Breath, 
 But  to  increafe  the  Torments  of  their  Death  : 
 So  was  1  raifed  to  this  glorious  State, 
 To  make  my  fall  the  more  unfortunate. 
 But  this  I  know,  none  ever  dy'd  before 
 Upon  a  fadder  or  a  nobler  fcore. 
 
 F  4  T< 
 
ji  *poems  on  feveral  Occajtons. 
 
 To  Rofania,  now  Mrs.  Mountague,  being  with  her. 
 
 I. 
 
 AS  Men  that  are  with  Vifions  grac'd 
 Muft  have  al]  other  Thoughts  difplac'd, 
 And  buy  thofe  fliort  defcents  of  Light 
 With  lofs  of  Senfe  $  or  Spirit's  flight: 
 
 II. 
 
 So  fince  thou  wert  my  Happinefs, 
 I  could  not  hope  the  rate  was  lefs  $ 
 And  thus  the  Vifion  which  I  gain 
 Is  ftiort  t'en  joy,  and  hard  t' attain. 
 
 III. 
 Ah  then  !  what  a  poor  Trifle's  all 
 That  thing  which  here  we  Pleafure  call, 
 Since  what  our  very  Souls  hath  coft 
 Is  hardly  got,  and  quickly  loft? 
 
 IV. 
 Yet  is  there  Juftice  in  the  Fate  5 
 For  fhould  we  dwell  in  bleft  Eftate, 
 Oar  Joys  thereby  would  fo  inflame, 
 We  Ihould  forget  from  whence  we  came. 
 
 V. 
 If  this  fo  fad  a  Doom  can  quit 
 Me  for  the  Follies  I  commit  5 
 Let  no  Eftrangement  on  thy  part 
 Add  a  new  Ruin  to  my  Heart. 
 
 VI.  When 
 
Teems  on  fever  a  I  Occasions.  73 
 
 VI. 
 
 When  on  my  felf  I  do  refleft, 
 I  can  no  Smile  from  thee  expeft: 
 But  if  thy  Kindnefs  hath  no  Plea, 
 Some  Freedom  grant  for  Charity. 
 
 VII. 
 Elfe  the  juft  World  muft  needs  deny 
 Our  Friendfhip  an  Eternity: 
 This  Love  will  ne'er  that  Title  hold-, 
 For  mine's  too  hot,  and  thine  too  cold. 
 
 VIII. 
 Divided  Rivers  lofe  their  Name  -, 
 And  fo  our  too  unequal  Flame 
 Parted,  will  Paflion  be  in  me, 
 
 And  an  Indifference  in  thee. 
 
 IX. 
 
 Thy  abfence  I  could  eafier  find, 
 
 Provided  thou  wert  well  and  kind, 
 
 Than  fuch  a  Prefence  as  is  this, 
 
 Made  up  of  fnatches  of  my  Blifs. 
 
 X. 
 
 So  when  the  Earth  long  gafps  for  Rain, 
 
 If  (he  at  laft  fome  new  Drops  gain, 
 
 She  is  more  parched  than  at  tirft} 
 
 That  fmall  Recruit  incrcas'd  the  Third. 
 
 To 
 
74  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajîons. 
 
 To  my   LUC  A  S  I  A. 
 
 LET  dull  Philofophers  enquire  no  more 
 In  Nature's  Womb,  or  Caufes  ftrive  t'explore, 
 Bj  what  ftrange  Harmony  and  courfe  of  things 
 Each  Body  to  the  whole  a  Tribute  brings  5 
 What  fecret  Unions  fecret  Neighb 'rings  make, 
 And  of  each  other  how  they  do  partake. 
 Thefe  are  but  low  Experiments  :  but  he 
 That  Nature's  Harmony  intire  would  fee, 
 Muft  fearch  agreeing  Souls,  fit  down  and  view 
 How  fweet  the  Mixture  is,  how  full,  how  true  3 
 By  what  foft  touches  Spirits  greet  and  kifs, 
 And  in  each  other  can  complete  their  Blifs. 
 A  Wonder  fo  fublime,  it  will  admit 
 No  rude  Spedator  to  contemplate  it. 
 The  Objed:  will  refine,  and  he  that  can 
 Friendfliip  revere  muft  be  a  noble  Man. 
 How  much  above  the  common  rate  of  Things 
 Muft  they  then  be  from  whom  this  Union  fprings? 
 But  what's  all  this  to  me,  who  live  to  be 
 Difprover  of  my  own  Mortality  ? 
 And  he  that  knew  my  unimproved  Soul, 
 Would  fay  I  meant  all  Friendfliip  to  controul. 
 But  Bodies  move  in  time,  and  fo  muft  Minds  -, 
 And  though  th'Attempt  no  eafie  Progrefs  finds, 
 
 Yet 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Qccafions.  7  5 
 
 Yet  quit  me  not,  left  I  (hould defprate  grow, 
 And  to  fuch  Friendfliip  add  fome  Patience  now. 
 O  may  good  Heav'nbut  fo  much  Virtue  lend, 
 To  make  me  tit  to  be  Lucafias  Friend! 
 But  I'll  forfake  my  felf,  and  feek  a  new 
 Self  in  her  Breaft,  that's  far  more  rich  and  true. 
 Thus  the  poor  Bee  unmark'd  doth  hum  and  flye, 
 And  droan'd  with  Age  would  unregarded  dye, 
 Unlefs  fome  lucky  drop  of  precious  Gum 
 Do  blefs  the  Infed  with  an  Amber  Tomb. 
 Then  glorious  in  its  Funeral  the  Bee 
 Gets  Eminence,  and  gets  Eternity. 
 
 On  Controverses  in  Religion. 
 
 REligion,  which  true  Policy  befriends, 
 Defign d  by  God  to  ferve  Man's  nobleft  ends, 
 Is  by  that  old  Deceiver's  fubtle  Play 
 Made  the  chief  Party  in  its  own  decay, 
 And  meets  that  Eagle's  deftiny,  whofe  Breaft 
 Felt  the  fame  (haft  which  his  own  Feathers  dreft. 
 For  that  great  Enemy  of  Souls  perceiv'd, 
 The  notion  of  a  Deity  was  weavd 
 So  clofely  in  Mans  Soul ^  to  ruin  that, 
 He  muft  at  once  the  World  depopulate. 
 But  as  thofe  Tyrants  who  their  Wills  purfue, 
 If  they  expound  old  Laws,  need  make  no  new: 
 
 So 
 
j6  Toems  on  feveral  Oecafions. 
 
 So  he  advantage  takes  of  Nature's  Light, 
 
 And  raifes  that  to  a  bare  ufelefs  height 5 
 
 Or  while  we  feek  for  Truth,  he  in  the  Queft 
 
 Mixes  a  Paffion,  or  an  Intereft, 
 
 To  make  us  lofe  it  5  that,  I  know  not  how, 
 
 'Tis  not  our  Pradice,  but  our  Quarrel  now. 
 
 As  in  the  Moon's  Eclipfe  fome  Pagans  thought 
 
 Their  barb'rous  Clamours  her  Deliv'rance  wrought  : 
 
 So  we  fuppofe  that  Truth  oppreffed  lies, 
 
 And  needs  a  Refcue  by  our  Enmities. 
 
 But  'tis  Injuftice,  and  the  Mind's  Difeafe, 
 
 To  think  of  gaining  Truth  by  lofing  Peace. 
 
 Knowledge  and  Love,  if  true,  do  ftill  unite* 
 
 God's  Love  and  Knowledge  are  both  Infinite. 
 
 And  though  indeed  Truth  does  delight  to  lye 
 
 At  fome  Remotenefs  from  a  common  Eye  ^ 
 
 Yet  'tis  not  in  a  Thunder  or  a  Noife, 
 
 But  in  foft  Whifpers  and  the  ftiller  Voice. 
 
 Why  fliould  we  then  Knowledge  fo  rudely  treat, 
 
 Making  our  Weapon  what  was  meant  our  Meat? 
 
 *ris  Ignorance  that  makes  us  quarrel  fo$ 
 
 The  Soul  that's  dark  will  be  contrafted  too. 
 
 Chimeras  make  a  Noife,  fwelling  and  vain, 
 
 And  foon  refolve  to  their  own  Smoak  again. 
 
 But  a  true  Light  the  Spirit  doth  dilate, 
 
 And  robs  it  of  its  proud  and  fullen  State  3 
 
 Makes  Love  admir'd  becaufe  'tis  underftood, 
 
 And  makes  us  Wife  becaufe  it  makes  us  Good, 
 
 Tis 
 
^Poâms  on  fever  al  Occapons.  y  y 
 
 Tis  to  a  right  Profpett  of  things  that  we 
 
 Owe  our  Uprightness  and  our  Charity. 
 
 For  who  refifts  a  Beam  when  (hining  bright, 
 
 Is  not  a  Sinner  of  a  common  height. 
 
 That  State's  a  Forfeiture,  and  Helps  are  fpent, 
 
 Not  more  a  Sin,  than  'tis  a  Punifhment. 
 
 The  Soul  which  fees  things  in  their  native  Frame, 
 
 Without  Opinion's  Mask  or  Cuftom's  Name, 
 
 Cannot  be  clogg'd  to  Senfe,  or  count  that  high 
 
 Which  hath  its  Eftimation  from  a  Lie. 
 
 (Mean  fordid  Things,  which  by  miftake  we  prize, 
 
 And  abfent  covet,  but  enjoy 'd  defpife.) 
 
 But  fcorning  thefe  hath  robb'd  them  of  their  Art, 
 
 Either  to  fwell  or  to  fubdue  the  Heart  5 
 
 And  learn  d  that  gen'rous  Frame  to  be  above 
 
 The  World  in  hopes,  below  it  all  in  love; 
 
 Touch'd  with  Divine  and  Inward  Life  doth  run, 
 
 Notrefting  'till  it  hath  its  Centre  won  5 
 
 Moves  fteadily  until  it  fafe  doth  lye 
 
 I'th'  Root  of  all  its  Immortality  3 
 
 And  refting  here  hath  yet  adivity 
 
 To  grow  more  like  unto  the  Deity  3 
 
 Good,  Univerfal,  Wife  and  Juft  as  he, 
 
 (The  fame  in  kind,  though  diff'ring  in  degree) 
 
 'Till  at  the  laft  'tis  fwallow'd  up,  and  grown 
 
 With  God  and  with  the  whole  Creation  one^ 
 
 It  felf,  fo  fmall  a  part,  i'th'  whole  is  loft, 
 
 And  Generals  have  Particulars  engrofs'd. 
 
 That 
 
y  S  Toems  on  fever  al  Occafîons. 
 
 That  dark  contra&ed  Perfonality, 
 
 Like  Mifts  before  the  Sun,  will  from  it  flie. 
 
 And  then  the  Soul,  one  fhining  Sphere,  at  length 
 
 With  true  Love's  Wifdom  fill'd  and  purged  Strength] 
 
 Beholds  her  higheft  Good  with  open  Face, 
 
 And  like  him  all  the  World  (he  can  embrace. 
 
 i 
 
 To  the  Honoured  Lady  E.  C. 
 
 Madam, 
 Do  not  write  to  you  that  Men  may  know 
 
 How  much  I'm  Honour  *d  that  I  may  do  fo  : 
 Nor  hope  (though  I  your  rich  Example  give) 
 To  write  with  more  Succefs  than  I  can  live, 
 To  cure  the  Age*  nor  think  I  can  be  juft, 
 Who  only  dare  to  write,  becaufe  I  muft. 
 I'm  full  of  you,  and  fomething  muft  exprefs, 
 To  vent  my  Wonder,  and  your  Powr  confefs. 
 Had  I  ne'er  heard  of  your  illuflrious  Name, 
 Nor  known  the  Scotch  or  Englijh  ancient  Fame  5 
 Yet  if  your  glorious  Frame  did  but  appear, 
 I  could  have  foon  read  all  your  Grandeur  there. 
 I  could  have  feen  in  each  majeftick  Ray 
 What  Greatnefs  Anceftors  could  e'er  convey  3 
 And  in  the  Luftre  of  your  Eyes  alone, 
 How  near  you  were  allied  to  the  Throne  : 
 
 Which 
 
Toems  an  feveral  Occafions.  ?$ 
 
 Which  yet  doth  leflTen  you,  who  cannot  need 
 Thofe  bright  Advantages  which  you  exceed. 
 For  you  are  fuch,  that  your  Defcent  from  King* 
 Receives  more  Honour  from  you  than  it  brings  : 
 As  much  above  their  Glories  as  our  Toil. 
 A  Court  to  you  were  but  a  handfom  Foil. 
 And  if  we  name  the  Stock  on  which  you  grew, 
 'Pis  rather  to  do  right  to  it  than  you  : 
 For  thofe  that  would  your  greateft  Splendor  fee, 
 Muft  read  your  Soul  more  than  your  Pedigree. 
 For  as  the  facred  Temple  had  without 
 Beauty  to  feed  thofe  Eyes  that  gaz'd  about, 
 And  yet  had  Riches,  State,  and  Wonder  more, 
 For  thofe  that  flood  within  the  fhining  Door  5 
 But  in  the  Holy  Place  th5  admitted  fcfew, 
 Luftre  received  and  Infpiration  too  : 
 So  tho'  your  Glories  in  your  Face  be  feen, 
 And  fo  much  bright  Inftru&ion  in  your  Meen  j 
 You  are  not  known  but  where  you  will  impart 
 The  Treafures  of  your  raoft  Illuftrious  Heart. 
 Religion  all  her  Odours  fheds  on  you, 
 Who  by  obeying  vindicate  her  too  : 
 For  that  rich  Beam  of  Heaven  was  almoft 
 In  nice  Difputes  and  falfe  Pretences  loft  $ 
 So  doubly  injur'd,  (he  could  fcarce  fubfift 
 Betwixt  the  Hypocrite  and  Cafuift^ 
 'Till  you  by  great  Example  did  convince 
 Us  of  her  Nature  and  her  Refidence, 
 
 And 
 
So  Toems  on  feveral  Occajtons. 
 
 And  chofe  to  (hew  her  Face,  and  eafe  her  Grief, 
 Lefs  by  your  Arguments  than  by  your  Life$ 
 Which,  if  it  fhould  be  copied  out,  would  be 
 A  folid  Body  of  Divinity. 
 Your  Principle  andPraftice  Light  would  give, 
 What  we  fhould  do,  and  what  we  (hould  believe  : 
 For  the  extenfive  Knowledge  you  profefs, 
 You  do  acquire  with  more  Eafe  than  confefs. 
 And  as  by  you  Knowledge  has  thus  obtain'd 
 To  be  refin'd,  and  then  to  be  explairid  : 
 So  in  return  fhe  ufeful  is  to  you, 
 In  Pra&ice  and  in  Contemplation  too. 
 For  by  the  various  Succours  (he  hath  lent, 
 You  ad  with  Judgment,  and  think  with  Content. 
 Yet  thofe  vaft  Parts  with  fuch  a  Temper  meet, 
 That  you  can  lay  them  at  Religion's  Feet. 
 Nor  is  it  half  fo  bold  as  it  is  true, 
 That  Virtue  is  her  felf  oblig'd  to  you  : 
 For  being  dreft  in  your  fubduing  Charms, 
 She  Conquers  more  than  did  the  Roman  Arms. 
 We  fee  in  you  how  much  that  Malice  ly'd 
 That  ftuck  on  Goodnefs  any  fullen  Pride  $ 
 And  that  the  harflmefs  fome  ProfefTors  wear 
 Falls  to  their  own,  and  not  Religion  s  (hare. 
 But  your  bright  Sweetnefs  if  it  but  appear, 
 Reclaims  the  bad,  and  foftens  the  auftere. 
 Men  talk'd  of  Honour  too,  but  could  not  tell 
 What  was  the  Secret  of  that  aftive  Spell. 
 
 That 
 
Poems  on  fever  al  Occajîons.  81 
 
 That  beauteous  Mantle  they  to  divers  lent, 
 Yet  wonder'd  what  the  mighty  Nothing  meant. 
 Some  did  confine  her  to  a  worthy  Fame, 
 And  fome  to  Royal  Parents  gave  her  Name. 
 You  having  claim  unto  her  either  way, 
 By  what  a  King  could  give,  a  World  could  pay* 
 Have  a  more  living  Honour  in  your  Breaft, 
 Which  juftifies,  and  yet  obfeures  the  refl^ 
 A  Principle  from  Fame  and  Pomp  unty'd, 
 So  truly  high  that  it  defpifes  Pride  $ 
 Buying  good  Adions  at  the  deareft  rate> 
 Looks  down  on  111  with  as  much  fcorn  as  hate  % 
 Afts  things  fo  generous  and  bravely  hard, 
 And  in  obliging  finds  fo  much  Reward  j 
 So  Self- denying  great,  fo  firmly  juft, 
 Apt  to  confer,  ftrid  to  preferve  a  Truft  3 
 That  all  whofe  Honour  would  be  juftify  M, 
 Muft  by  your  Standards  have  it  ftamp'd  and  try'd. 
 But  your  Perfedion  heightens  others  Crimes, 
 And  you  reproach  while  you  inform  the  Times. 
 Which  fad  Advantage  you  will  fcarce  believe  ^ 
 Or  if  you  muft,  you  do  conceal  and  grieve. 
 You  fcorn  fo  poor  a  foil  as  others  111, 
 And  are  Protedor  to  th'  unhappy  (till  5 
 Yet  are  fo  tender  when  you  fee  a  Spot, 
 You  blufh  for  thofe  who  for  themfelves  could  net. 
 You  are  fo  much  above  your  Sex,  that  we 
 Believe  your  Life  your  gfeateft  CourtcjGe  : 
 
 G  For 
 
8a  Poems  on  fever  al  Occajîons. 
 
 For  Women  boaft,  they  have  you  while  you  live 
 
 A  Pattern  and  a  Representative. 
 
 And  future  Mothers  who  in  Child-birth  groan, 
 
 Shall  wifh  for  Daughters*  knowing  you  are  one. 
 
 The  World  hath  Kings  whofe  Crowns  are  cemented 
 
 Or  by  the  Blood  they  boaft,  or  that  they  fhed  : 
 
 Yet  thefe  great  Idols  of  the  {looping  crew 
 
 Have  neither  Pleafure  found,  nor  Honour  true. 
 
 They  either  fight,  or  play  5  and  Power  court, 
 
 In  trivial  Anger,  or  in  cruel  Sport. 
 
 You,  who  a  nobler  Privilege  enjoy, 
 
 (For  you  can  fave  whom  they  can  but  deftroy) 
 
 An  Empire  have  where  different  mixtures  kifs  j 
 
 You're  grave,  not  four,  and  kind,  but  not  remits. 
 
 Such  fweetned  Majefty,  fuch  humble  State, 
 
 Do  Love  and  Reverence  at  once  create. 
 
 Pardon  (dear  Madam")  thefe  untaught  Effays, 
 
 I  can  admire  more  fitly  than  I  praife. 
 
 Things  fo  fublime  are  dimly  underftood, 
 
 And  you  are  born  fo  Great,  and  are  fo  Good, 
 
 So  much  above  the  Honour  of  your  Name, 
 
 And  by  negled  do  fo  fecure  your  Fame  5 
 
 Whofe  Beauty's  fuch  as  captivates  the  Wife, 
 
 Yet  only  you  of  all  the  World  defpife  5 
 
 Thar  have  fo  vaft  a  Knowledge  fo  fubdu'dy 
 
 Religion  fo  adorn'd,  and  fo  purfud  $ 
 
 A  Wit  fo  ftrong,  that  who  would  it  define, 
 
 Will  need  one  ten  times  more  Acute  thai*  rniiie  ; 
 
 M 
 
"Poems  on  fever  al  Occafwns.  83 
 
 Yet  rul'd  fo  that  its  Vigour  manag'd  thus 
 Becomes  at  once  graceful  and  generous  ^ 
 Whofe  Honour  has  fo  delicate  a  Senfe, 
 Who  always  pardon,  never  give  Offence  ^ 
 Who  needing  nothing,  yet  to  all  are  kind} 
 Who  have  fo  large  a  Heart,  fo  rich  a  Mind  3 
 Whofe  Friendfhip  ftill's  of  the  obliging  fide* 
 And  yet  fo  free  from  Tyranny  and  Pride  5 
 Who  do  in  love  like  Jonathan  defcend, 
 And  ftrip  your  felf  to  cloath  your  happy  Friend  5 
 Whofe  Kindnefs  and  whofe  Modefty  is  fuch, 
 T'  exped  fo  little,  and  defer ve  fb  much  5 
 Who  have  fuch  candid  Worth,  fuch  dear  Con  c     e 
 Where  we  fo  much  may  Love,  and  fo  much  Learn  j 
 Whofe  ev'ry  wonder  tho'  it  fills  and  fhines, 
 It  never  to  an  ill  Excefs  declines  ; 
 But  all  are  found  fo  fweetly  oppofite, 
 As  are  in  Titian  s  Pieces  Shade  and  Light  : 
 That  he  that  would  your  great  Defcription  try, 
 Tho'  he  write  well,  would  be  as  loft  as  I, 
 Who  of  injurious  Zeal  convifted  fiand, 
 To  draw  you  with  fo  bold  and  bad  a  Hand  ; 
 But  that,  like  other  Glories,  I  prefume 
 You  will  enlighten,  where  you  might  confum<\- 
 
 G  7.  Tartivg 
 
8+  Poems  on  feveral  Occupons. 
 
 Parting  with  Lucafia.  A  Song. 
 
 Ï 
 
 WELL,  we  will  do  that  rigid  thing 
 Which  makes  Spedators  think  we  part- 
 Though  Abfence  hath  for  none  a  Sting 
 But  thofe  who  keep  each  other's  Heart. 
 
 If, 
 
 And  when  our  Senfe  is  difpoffeft, 
 
 Our  labouring  Souls  will  heave  and  pant* 
 And  gafp  for  one  another's  Breaft, 
 
 Since  their  Conveyances  they  want. 
 III. 
 Nay,  we  have  felt  the  tedious  fmart 
 
 Of  abfent  Friendfhip,  and  do  know 
 That  when  we  die  we  can  but  part} 
 
 And  who  knows  what  we  (hall  do  now  Ï 
 IV. 
 Yet  I  muft  go:  we  will  fubmit, 
 
 And  fo  our  own  Difpofers  be  5 
 For  while  we  nobly  fuffer  it, 
 
 We  triumph  o'er  Neceffity. 
 V. 
 By  this  we  (hall  be  truly  great, 
 
 If  having  other  things  o  ercome, 
 To  make  our  Viftory  compleat 
 
 We  can  be  Conquerors  at  home. 
 
 VI.  Nay 
 
Toems  on  feveral  Occafions.  8f 
 
 VI. 
 
 Nay  then  to  meet  .we  may  conclude, 
 
 And  all  Obftrudions  overthrow, 
 Since  we  our  Paflion  have  fubdu'd, 
 
 Which  is  the  ftrongeft  thing  I  know. 
 
 Againfi  Tleafure.    Set  by  <Dr.  Coleman. 
 
 I. 
 
 T  Here's  no  fuch  thing  as Pleafure  here, 
 Tis  all  a  perfed  Cheat, 
 Which  do's  but  ihine  and  difappear, 
 
 Whofe  Charm  is  but  Deceit  : 
 The  empty  Bribe  of  yielding  Souls, 
 Which  firft  betrays,  and  then  controuls. 
 
 II. 
 Tis  true,  it  looks  at  diftance  fair^ 
 
 But  if  we  do  approach, 
 The  Fruit  of  Sodom  will  impair, 
 
 And  perifh  at  a  touch  :      # 
 In  Being  than  in  Fancy  lefs, 
 And  we  exped  more  than  poflefs. 
 
 III. 
 For  by  our  Pleafures  we  are  cloy'd, 
 
 And  fo  Defire  is  done 5 
 Or  elfe,  like  Rivers,  they  make  wide 
 The  Channel  where  they  run: 
 
 G  3  And 
 
86  Voetns  on  fever  al  Occasions. 
 
 And  either  way  true  Blifs  deftroys, 
 Making  us  narrow,  or  our  Joys. 
 
 IV. 
 We  covet  Pleafure  eafily, 
 
 But  it  not  fo  poflefs  $ 
 For  many  things  muft  make  it  be, 
 
 But  one  may  make  it  lefs. 
 Nay,  were  our  State  as  we  could  chufe  it? 
 Twould  be  confum'd  by  fear  to  lofe  it. 
 
 V. 
 What  art  thou  then,  thou  winged  Air, 
 
 More  weak  and  fwift  than  Fame?, 
 Whofe  next  Succeffor  is  Defpair, 
 
 And  its  Attendant  Shame. 
 Th'Experience-Prince  then  Reafon  had, 
 Who  faid  of  Pleafure,  It  is  mad. 
 
 A    T  i?  A  TE  %. 
 
 ETernal  Reafon*  Glorious  Majefty, 
 Compared  to  whom  what  can  be  faid  to  be? 
 Whofe  Attributes  are  Thee,  who  art  alone 
 Caufe  of  all  various  Things,  and  yet  but  one; 
 Whofe  Eflence  can  no  more  be  fearch'd  by  Man, 
 Than  Heavn  thy  Throne  be  grafped  with  a  Span. 
 Yet  if  this  great  Creation  was  defign d 
 To  feveral  ends  fitted  for  ev'ry  kind  j 
 
 Sure 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occa fions.  ?J 
 
 Sure  Man  (the  World's  Epitome  muft  be 
 Form'd  to  the  bed,  that  is)  to  ftudy  thee. 
 And  as  our  Dignity,  'tis  Duty  too, 
 Which  is  fum'd  up  in  this,  to  know  and  do. 
 Thefe  comely  rows  of  Creatures  fpell  thy  Name, 
 VVhereby  we  grope  to  find  from  whence  they  came, 
 By  thy  own  Chain  of  Caufes  brought  to  think 
 There  muft  be  one,  then  find  that  higheft  Link. 
 Thus  all  created  Excellence  we  fee 
 Is  a  refemblance  faint  and  dark  of  thee. 
 Such  Shadows  are  producd  by  the  Moon-beams 
 Of  Trees  or  Houfes  in  the  running  Streams. 
 Yet  by  ImpreiTions  born  with  us  we  find 
 How  good,  great,  juft  thou  art,  how  unconfin'd. 
 Here  we  are  fwallow'd  up  and  gladly  dwell, 
 Safely  adoring  what  we  cannot  tell. 
 All  we  know  is,  thou  art  fuprearnly  good* 
 And  doft  delight  to  be  fo  undcrftood. 
 A  fpicy  Mountain  on  the  Univerfe, 
 On  which  thy  richeft  Odours  do  difperfe. 
 But  as  the  Sea  to  fill  a  Veifel  heaves 
 More  greedily  than  any  Cask  receives, 
 Befieging  round  to  find  fome  gap  in  it, 
 Which  will  a  new  Infufion  admit: 
 So  doft  thou  covet  that  thou  ma  y  ft  difpencc 
 Upon  the  empty  World  thy  Influence  $ 
 Lov'ft  to  disburfe  thy  felf  in  Kindnefs  :  Thus 
 The  King  of  Kings  waits  to  be  gracious. 
 
 G  4. 
 
88  'Poems  on  feveral  Occupons. 
 
 On  this  account,  O  God,  enlarge  my  Heart 
 
 To  entertain  what  thou  wouldfl  fain  impart. 
 
 Nor  let  that  Soul,  by  feveral  Titles  thine, 
 
 Acd  raoft  capacious  form'd  for  things  Divine, 
 
 (So  nobly  meant,  that  when  it  moft  doth  mifs, 
 
 'Tis  in  miftaken  Pantings  after  Blifs) 
 
 Degrade  it  felf  in  fordid  things  delight, 
 
 Or  by  prophaner  Mixtures  lofe  its  right. 
 
 Oh  !  that  with  fixt  unbroken  Thoughts  it  may 
 
 Admire  the  Light  which  does  obfcure  the  day. 
 
 And  fince  'tis  Angels  work  it  hath  to  do, 
 
 May  its  compofure  be  like  Angels  too. 
 
 When  fliall  thefe  clogs  of  Senfe  and  Fancy  break, 
 
 That  I  may  hear  the  God  within  me  fpeak5 
 
 When  with  a  filent  and  retired  Art 
 
 Shall  I  with  all  this  empty  hurry  part? 
 
 To  the  {till  Voice  above,  my  Soul,  advance , 
 
 My  Light  and  Joy  plac'd  in  his  Countenance. 
 
 By  whofe  difpence  my  Soul  to  fuch  frame  brought, 
 
 May  tame  each  treach'rous,fix  each  featuring  thought  3 
 
 With  fuch  diftinftions  all  things  here  behold, 
 
 And  fo  to  feparate  each  Drofs  from  Gold, 
 
 That  nothing  my  free  Soul  may  fatisfie, 
 
 But  t 'imitate,  enjoy,  and  ftudy  thee. 
 
 To 
 
Teems  on  federal  Occafions.  89 
 
 To  Mrs.  M,  A.  upon  Abfente. 
 
 ,rTMS  now  fince  I  began  to  die 
 
 JL      Four  Months,  yet  ftill  I  gafping  live* 
 Wrapp'd  up  in  Sorrow  do  I  lie, 
 
 Hoping,  yet  doubting,  a  Reprieve, 
 Adam  from  Paradife  expelTd 
 Juft  fuch  a  wretched  Being  held, 
 
 II. 
 Tis  not  thy  Love  I  fear  to  lofe, 
 
 That  will  in  fpight  of  abfence  hold 5 
 But  'tis  the  benefit  and  ufe 
 
 Is  loft,  as  in  imprifon'd  Gold  : 
 Which  though  the  Sum  be  ne  er  fo  great, 
 Enriches  nothing  but  Conceit. 
 
 III. 
 What  angry  Star  then  governs  me 
 That  I  muft  feel  a  double  fmart, 
 Prifoner  to  Fate  as  well  as  thee  5 
 
 Kept  from  thy  Face,  link'd  to  thy  Heart } 
 Becaufe  my  Love  all  Love  excells, 
 Muft  my  Grief  have  no  Parallels? 
 
 IV. 
 Saplefs  and  dead  as  Winter  here 
 I  now  remain,  and  all  I  fee 
 
 Copies 
 
<p  Toems  an  fever al  Occasions. 
 
 Copies  of  my  wild  State  appear, 
 
 But  I  am  their  Epitome. 
 Love  me  no  more,  for  I  am  grown 
 Too  dead  and  dull  for  thee  to  own. 
 
 To  Mrs.  Mary  Awbrey. 
 
 S  Oui  of  my  Soul,  my  Joy,  my  Crown,  my  Friend, 
 A  Name  which  all  the  reft  doth  comprehend  ^ 
 How  Happy  are  we  now,  whofe  Souls  are  grown 
 By  an  incomparable  Mixture  one: 
 Whofe  well-acquainted  Minds  are  now  as  near 
 As  Love,  or  Vows,  or  Friendfhip  can  endear? 
 I  have  no  Thought  but  what's  to  thee  reveaTd* 
 Nor  thou  defire  that  is  from  me  conceal'd» 
 Thy  Heart  locks  up  qiy  Secrets  richly  fet, 
 And  my  Breaft  is  thy  private  Cabinet. 
 Thou  fhed'ft  no  Tear  but  what  my  Moifture  lent, 
 And  if  I  figh,  it  is  thy  Breath  is  fpent. 
 United  thus,  what  Horror  can  appear 
 Worthy  our  Sorrow,  Anger,  or  our  Fear  ï 
 Let  the  dull  World  alone  to  talk  and  fight, 
 And  with  their  vaft  Ambitions  Nature  fright  5, 
 Let  them  defpife  fo  innocent  a  Fhme, 
 While  Envy,  Pride  and  Faction  play  their  Gz> 
 But  we  by  Love  fublim'd  fo.  high  (hall  rifea 
 1 0  rnry  Kings,  and  Conquerors  defpife^ 
 
Tocms  on  fever  al  Occafïons.  9  ï 
 
 Since  wcthat  facred  Union  have  engroft 
 
 Which  they  and  all  the  fa&ious  World  have  loft. 
 
 In  Memory  of  Mr.  Cartwright. 
 
 STAY,  Prince  of  Fancy,  flay,  we  are  not  fit 
 To  welcome  or  admire  thy  Raptures  yet: 
 Such  horrid  Ignorance  benights  the  Times, 
 That  Wit  and  Honour  are  become  our  Crimes. 
 But  when  thofe  happy  Pow  rs  which  guard  thy  Duft 
 To  us  and  to  thy  Mem'ry  (hall  be  juft, 
 And  by  a  Flame  from  thy  bleft  Genius  lent 
 Refcue  us  from  our  dull  Imprisonment, 
 Unfequefter  our  Fancies,  and  create 
 A  Worth  that  may  upon  thy  Glories  wait: 
 We  then  (hall  underftand  thee,  and  defcry 
 The  Splendor  of  reftored  Poetry. 
 'Till  when  let  no  bold  Hand  profane  thy  Shrine, 
 Tis  high  Wit-Treafon  to  debafe  thy  Coin. 
 
 Mr.  Francis  Finch,  the  Excellent  Palaemon. 
 
 THis  is  confeft  Preemption,  for  had  I 
 All  that  rich  Stock  of  Ingenuity 
 Which  I  could  wifh  for  this,  yet  would  it  be 
 TaUmoris  Blot,  a  pious  Injury, 
 
p2  Toems  on  fever al  Oceafions. 
 
 But  as  no  Votaries  are  fcorn'd,  when  they 
 
 The  meaneft  Viftim  in  Religion  pay  3 
 
 Not  that  the  Pow'r  they  worfhip  needs  a  Gum, 
 
 Rut  that  they  fpeak  their  Thanks  for  all  with  fome* 
 
 So  though  the  moft  contemptible  of  all 
 
 That  do  themfelves  Talœmotfs  Servants  call, 
 
 I  know  that  Zeal  is  more  than  Sacrifice, 
 
 (For  God  did  not  the  Widow's  Mite  defpife,) 
 
 And  that  TaUmon  hath  Divinity, 
 
 And  Mercy  is  his  higheft  Property  : 
 
 He  that  doth  fuch  tranfcendent  Merit  own, 
 
 Muft  have  imperfeft  Offerings  or  none. 
 
 He's  one  rich  Luftre  which  doth  Rays  difpenfe* 
 
 As  Knowledge  will  when  fet  in  Innocence. 
 
 For  Learning  did  feleft  his  noble  Bread, 
 
 Where  (in  her  native  Majefty)  to  reft  5 
 
 Free  from  the  Tyranny  and  Pride  of  Schools, 
 
 Who  have  confin'd  her  to  pedantick  Rules  ^ 
 
 And  that  gentiler  Error  which  does  take 
 
 Offence  at  Learning  for  her  Habit's  fake: 
 
 Talamon  hath  redeemed  her,  wfco  may  be 
 
 Efteem'd  himfelf  an  Univerfity  -, 
 
 And  yet  fo  much  a  Gentleman>  that  he 
 
 Needs  not  (though  he  enjoys)  a  Pedigree. 
 
 Sure  he  was  built  and  fent  to  let  us  know 
 
 What  Man  compleated  could  both  be  and  do. 
 
 Freedom  from  Vice  is  in  him  Nature's  part, 
 
 Without  the  help  of  Difcipline  or  Art. 
 
 Hes 
 
^Poems  on  [ever al  Ocvajions.  9j 
 
 He's  his  own  Happinefs  and  his  own  Law, 
 
 Whereby  he  keeps  Paflion  and  Fare  in  awe. 
 
 Nor  was  this  wrought  in  him  by  Time  and  Growth, 
 
 His  Genius  had  anticipated  both. 
 
 Had  all  Men  been  TaUmonS)  Pride  had  ne'er 
 
 Taught  one  Man  Tyranny,  the  other  Fear^ 
 
 Ambition  had  been  full  as  Monftrous  then 
 
 As  this  ill  World  doth  render  worthy  Men. 
 
 Had  Men  his  Spirit,  they  would  foon  forbeaF 
 
 Groveling  for  Dirt,  and  quarrelling  for  Air. 
 
 Were  his  harmonious  Soul  diffus'c^in  all, 
 
 We  fhould  believe  that  Men  did  never  fall. 
 
 It  is  Talamon's  Soul  that  hath  engroft 
 
 Th'ingenuous  Candor  that  the  World  hath  loft  $ 
 
 Whofe  one  Mind  feats  him  quiet,  fafe  and  high, 
 
 Above  the  reach  of  Time  or  Deftiny. 
 
 'Twas  he  that  refcu'd  gafping  Friendfhip,  when 
 
 The  Bell  toll'd  for  her  Funeral  with  Men: 
 
 Twas  he  that  ma^  Friends  more  than  Lovers  burn, 
 
 And  then  made  l^e  to  facred  Friendfhip  turn  : 
 
 'Twas  he  turn'd  Honour  inward,  fet  her  free 
 
 From  Titles  and  from  Popularity. 
 
 Now  fix'd  to  Virtue  (he  begs  Praife  of  none, 
 
 But  Witnefs'd  and  Rewarded  both  at  home. 
 
 And  in  his  Breaft  this  Honour's  fo enfhrin'd, 
 
 As  the  old  Law  was  in  the  Ark  confin'd: 
 
 To  which  Poflerity  (hall  all  confenr, 
 
 And  lefs  difpute  than  Ads  of  Parliament 
 
 He's 
 
$4  Toems  on  feveral  Occajïons. 
 
 He's  our  Original,  by  whom  we  fee 
 
 How  much  we  fail,  and  what  we  ought  to  be. 
 
 But  why  do  I  to  Copy  him  pretend? 
 My  Rymes  but  libel  whom  they  would  commend. 
 Tis  true  j  but  none  can  reach  what's  fet  fo  high: 
 And  though  I  mifs,  I've  noble  Company  : 
 For  the  moft  happy  Language  muft  confefs, 
 It  doth  obfeure  TaUtnon,  not  exprefs. 
 
 To  Afrs.  M.  A.  at  Tarting. 
 
 I 
 
 ÏHave  examin'd,  and  do  find. 
 Of  all  that  favour  me, 
 There  s  none  I  grieve  to  leave  behind 
 
 But  only  only  thee. 
 To  part  with  thee  I  needs  muft  die, 
 Could  Parting  fep'rate  thee  anM. 
 
 h. 
 
 But  neither  Chance  nor  Compliment 
 
 Did  element  our  Love  j 
 Twas  facred  Sympathy  was  lent 
 
 Us  from  the  Quire  above. 
 That  FriendQiip  Fortune  did  create, 
 Still  fears  a  Wound  from  Time  or  Fate. 
 
 m.  ou* 
 
"Poems  on   fever  al  Oc  c  a  fions.  9j 
 
 III. 
 Our  cliang  d  and  rtiingled  Souls  arc  grown 
 
 To  fuch  Acquaintance  now, 
 That  if  each  would  refuine  their  own, 
 
 Alas!  we  know  not  how. 
 We  have  each  other  fo  engroft, 
 That  each  is  in  the  Union  loft. 
 
 IV. 
 And  thus  we  can  no  Abfence  know, 
 
 Nor  fliall  we  be  confin'd  -, 
 Our  active  Souls  will  daily  go 
 To  learn  each  others  Mind, 
 Nay,  fhould  we  never  meet  to  Senfe, 
 Our  Souls  would  hold  Intelligence. 
 
 V. 
 Infpird  with  a  Flame  Divine 
 
 I  fcorn  to  court  a  ftay^ 
 For  from  that  noble  Soul  of  thine 
 
 I  ne'er  can  be  away. 
 But  I  (hall  weep  when  thou  doft  grieve  5 
 Nor  can  I  dye  whilft  thou  doft  live. 
 
 VI. 
 By  my  own  Temper  I  (hall  guefs 
 
 At  thy  Felicity, 
 And  only  like  my  Happinefs 
 
 Becaufe  it  pleafeth  thee. 
 Our  Hearts  at  any  time  will  tell 
 If  thou,  or  h  be  fick,  or  well. 
 
 VIL  All 
 
96  'Poems  on  feveral  Occajîons. 
 
 VII. 
 All  Honour  fure  I  rauft  pretend, 
 
 All  that  is  Good  or  Great  5 
 She  that  would  be  Rofanias  Friend, 
 
 Muft  be  at  leaft  compleat. 
 If  I  have  any  Bravery, 
 'Tis  caufe  I  have  fo  much  of  thee. 
 
 VIII. 
 Thy  Leiger  Soul  in  me  (I13II  lie, 
 And  all  thy  Thoughts  reveal} 
 Then  back  again  with  mine  (hall  Aie* 
 
 And  thence  to  me  (hall  fteah 
 Thus  ftill  to  one  another  tend  5 
 Such  is  the  facred  Name  of  Friend. 
 
 IX. 
 Thus  our  Twin-fouls  in  one  (hall  grow, 
 
 And  teach  the  World  new  Love, 
 Redeem  the  Age  and  Sex,  and  fliew 
 
 A  Flame  Fate  dares  not  move  : 
 And  courting  Death  to  be  our  Friend, 
 Our  Lives  together  too  (hall  end. 
 
 X. 
 A  Dew  (hall  dwell  upon  our  Tomb 
 
 Of  fuch  a  Quality, 
 That  fighting  Armies,  thither  come, 
 
 Shall  reconciled  be. 
 We'll  ask  no  Epitaph,  but  fay 
 ORlNT>A  and  RQSAN1A, 
 
 té 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Oc  caftons.  97 
 
 To  my  dear  eft  Antenor,  on  his  Parting. 
 
 T Hough  it  be  juftto  grieve,  when  I  muft  part 
 With  him  that  is  the  Guardian  of  my  Hearts 
 let,  by  an  happy  change,  the  lofs  of  mine 
 Is  with  advantage  paid  in  having  thine. 
 And  I  (by  that  dear  Guefl:  intruded)  find 
 Abfence  can  do  no  hurt  to  Souls  combin'd. 
 As  we  were  born  to  Love,  brought  to  agree 
 By  the  Impreflions  of  Divine  Decree: 
 So  when  united  nearer  we  became, 
 It  did  not  weaken,  but  encreafe,  our  Flame, 
 Unlike  to  thofe  who  diftant  Joys  admire, 
 But  flight  them  when  pofTeft  of  their  Defire: 
 Each  of  our  Souls  did  its  own  Temper  fit, 
 And  in  the  other's  Mould  fo  fafhion'd  it, 
 That  now  our  Inclinations  both  are  grown, 
 Like  to  our  Interefls  and  Perfons,  one  $ 
 And  Souls  whom  fuch  an  Union  fortifies, 
 Paflîon  can  ne'er  deftroy,  nor  Fate  furprize. 
 Now  as  in  Watches,  though  we  do  not  know 
 When  the  Hand  moves,  we  find  it  ftill  doth  go  : 
 So  I,  by  fecret  Sympathy  inclind, 
 Will  abfent  meet,  and  underftand  thy  Mind 5 
 And  thou  at  thy  return  (halt  find  thy  Heart 
 Still  fafe,  with  all  the  Love  thou  didft  impart,' 
 
 H  For 
 
98  JPoems  on  federal  Occajions. 
 
 For  though  that  Treafure  I  hive  ne'er  deferv'd, 
 
 It  fhall  with  ftrong  Religion  be  preferv'd. 
 
 And  befides  this  thou  (halt  in  me  furvey 
 
 Thy  felf  reflected  while  thou  art  away. 
 
 For  what  fome  forward  Arts  do  undertake, 
 
 The  Images  of  abfent  Friends  to  make, 
 
 And  reprefent  their  Adions  in  a  Glafs, 
 
 Friendftiip  it  felf  can  only  bring  to  pafs, 
 
 That  Magick  which  both  Fate  and  Time  beguiles» 
 
 And  in  a  moment  runs  a  thoufand  Miles. 
 
 So  in  my  Breaft  thy  Pifture  drawn  (hall  be, 
 
 My  Guide,  Life,  Objed,  Friend,  and  Deftiny  : 
 
 And  none  (hall  know,  though  they  employ  their  Wit, 
 
 Which  is  the  right  Anterior \  thou,  or  it. 
 
 Engraven    on    Mr,  John  CollierV  Tomb  fl  one  at 
 
 Bedlington. 
 
 H  Ere  what  remains  of  him  doth  lye, 
 Who  was  the  World's  Epitome, 
 Religion's  Darling,  Merchants  Glory, 
 Mens  true  Delight,  and  Virtue's  Story  $ 
 Who,  though  a  Pris'ner  to  the  Grave, 
 A  glorious  Freedom  once  (hall  have: 
 'Till  when  no  Monument  is  fit, 
 But  what's  beyond  our  Love  and  Wit. 
 
 On 
 
Toems  on  ft  ver  al  Occafions.  99 
 
 On  the  little  Rcgi&  Collier,    on  the  fame  Tomb- 
 
 fione. 
 
 Virtue's  BlofTbm,  Beauty's  Bud, 
 The  Pride  of  all  that's  fair  and  good, 
 By  Death's  fierce  Hand  was  fnatched  hence 
 In  her  State  of  Innocence: 
 Who  by  it  this  Advantage  gains, 
 Her  Wages  got  without  her  Pains. 
 
 FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 LE  T  the  dull  brutifh  World  that  know  not  Love 
 Continue  Hereticks,  and  difapprove 
 That  noble  Flame  -,  but  the  refined  know 
 Tis  all  the  Heav'n  we  have  here  below. 
 Nature  fubfifts  by  Love,  and  they  do  tie 
 Things  to  their  Caufes  but  by  Sympathy. 
 Love  chains  the  diff 'rent  Elements  in  one 
 Great  Harmony,  link'd  to  the  heav'nly  Throne. 
 And  as  on  Earth,  fo  the  bleft  Quire  above 
 Of  Saints  and  Angels  are  maintaind  by  Love$ 
 That  is  their  Bufinefs  and  Felicity, 
 And  will  be  fo  to  all  Eternity. 
 That  is  the  Ocean,  our  Affections  here 
 Are  but  Streams  borrow'd  from  the  Fountain  there. 
 
 H  2  And 
 
i  oo  To  ems  on  fever  al  OccaJionS. 
 
 And  'tis  the  noblefl  Argument  to  prove 
 
 A  beauteous  Mind,  that  it  knows  how  to  Love. 
 
 Thofe  kind  Impreffions  which  Fate  can't  controul, 
 
 Are  Heav'n's  Mintage  on  a  worthy  Soul. 
 
 For  Love  is  all  the  Arts  Epitome, 
 
 And  is  the  Sum  of  all  Divinity. 
 
 He's  worfe  than  Beaft  that  cannot  Love,  and  yet 
 
 It  is  not  bought  for  Mony,  Pains  or  Wit^ 
 
 For  no  chance  or  defign  can  Spirits  move, 
 
 But  the  eternal  Deftiny  of  Love  : 
 
 And  when  two  Souls  are  chang'd  and  mixed  fo, 
 
 It  is  what  they  and  none  bat  they  can  do. 
 
 This,  this  is  Friendfhip,  that  abftra&ed  Flame 
 
 Which  groveling  Mortals  know  not  how  to  name. 
 
 All  Love  is  facred,  and  the  Marriage- tie 
 
 Hath  much  of  Honour  and  Divinity. 
 
 But  Luft,  Defign,  or  fome  unworthy  ends 
 
 May  mingle  there,  which  are  defpisM  by  Friends. 
 
 Paffion  hath  violent  Extream?,  and  thus 
 
 All  Oppofitions  are  contiguous. 
 
 So  when  the  end  is  ferv'd  their  Love  will  bate, 
 
 If  Friendfhip  make  it  not  more  fortunate  : 
 
 Friendfhip,  that  Love's  Elixir,   that  pure  Fire 
 
 Which  burns  the  clearer  'caufe  it  burns  the  higher, 
 
 For  Love,  like  earthly  Fires  (which  will  decay 
 
 If  the  material  Fuel  be  away) 
 
 Is  with  ofFenfive  Smoke  accompany'd, 
 
 And  by  refiftance  only  is  fupply'd: 
 
 But 
 
 \ 
 
Toems  on  fi  ucral  Occafions.  i  o  i 
 
 But  Friendfhip,  like  the  fiery  Element, 
 
 With  its  own  Heat  arid  Nourifliment  content, 
 
 Where  neither  Hurt,  nor  Smoke,  norNoife  is  made, 
 
 Scorns  the  aflifrance  of  a  foreign  Aid. 
 
 Friendship  (like  Heraldry)  is  hereby  known, 
 
 Richefl  when  plained,  braveft  when  alone  $ 
 
 Calm  as  a  Virgin,  and  more  Innocent 
 
 Than  keeping  Doves  are,  and  as  much  content 
 
 As  Saints  in  Vifions$  quiet  as  the  Night, 
 
 But  clear  and  open  as  the  Summer's  Light  ^ 
 
 United  more  than  Spirits  Faculties, 
 
 Higher  in  Thoughts  than  are  the  Eagle's  Eyes 5 
 
 What  fhall  I  fay  ?  when  we  true  Friends  are  growrn, 
 
 Ware  like Alas,  w'are  like  our  felves  alone. 
 
 7  be    E  N  Q  U  1  R  7. 
 
 I. 
 
 IF  we  no  old  Hiftorian's  Name 
 Authentick  will  admit, 
 But  think  all  faid  of  Friendfhip's  Fame 
 
 But  Poetry  or  Wit  : 
 Yet  what's  rever'd  by  Minds  fo  pure 
 Muft  be  a  bright  Idea  fure. 
 
 IL 
 
 But  as  our  Immortality 
 By  inward  Senfe  we  find, 
 
 H  3  Judging 
 
102         .     Toems  on  fever  al  Occa/tons. 
 
 Judging  that  if  it  cou'd  not  be, 
 
 It  woud  not  be  defign'd: 
 So  here  how  cou'd  fuch  Copies  fall, 
 If  there  were  no  Original? 
 
 III. 
 But  if  Truth  be  in  ancient  Song, 
 
 Or  Story  we  bejieve, 
 If  the  infpir'd  and  graver  Throng 
 
 Have  fcorned  to  deceive ^ 
 There  have  been  Hearts  whofe  Friendihip  gave 
 Them  Thoughts  at  once  both  foft  and  brave. 
 
 IV. 
 Among  that  confecrated  Few, 
 
 Some  more  Seraphick  Shade 
 Lend  me  a  favourable  Clew 
 
 Now  Mifts  my  Eyes  invade. 
 Why,  having  fill'd  the  World  with  Fame, 
 Left  you  fo  little  of  your  Flame? 
 
 V. 
 Why  is't  fo  difficult  to  fee 
 
 Two  Bodies  and  one  Mind  ? 
 And  why  are  thofe  who  elfe  agree 
 
 So  differently  kind  ? 
 Hath  Nature  fuch  fantaftick  Art, 
 That  flie  can  vary  ev'ry  Heart  ? 
 
 VI.  Why 
 
Toems  on  ftvcral  Occafwns.  103 
 
 VI. 
 
 Why  are  the  Bands  of  Friendfhip  ty'd 
 
 With  (o  remifs  a  Knot, 
 That  by  the  mod  it  is  defy'd, 
 
 And  by  the  reft  forgot? 
 Why  do  we  ftep  with  fo  light  Senfc 
 From  Friendfhip  to  Indifference. 
 
 VII. 
 If  Friendfhip  Sympathy  impart, 
 
 Why  this  ill-fhuffled  Game, 
 That  Heart  can  never  meet  with  Heart, 
 
 Or  Flame  encounter  Flame  ? 
 What  does  this  Cruelty  create? 
 Is't  the  Intrigue  of  Love  or  Fate  ? 
 
 VIII. 
 Had  Friendfhip  ne'er  been  known  to  Men, 
 
 (The  Ghoft  at  laft  confefV) 
 The  World  had  been  a  Stranger  then 
 
 To  all  that  Heavn  pofleft. 
 But  co-jld  it  all  be  here  acquir'd, 
 Not  Heav'n  it  felf  would  be  defied. 
 
 To  my  Lucafia,  in  ^Defence  of  declared  Friendjhip* 
 
 o 
 
 1. 
 
 My  Luc  a flay  let  us  fpeak  our  Love, 
 And  think  not  that  Impertinent  can  be, 
 
 H  4  Which 
 
IC4  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajions. 
 
 Which  to  us  both  doth  fuch  Affurance  prove, 
 And  whence  we  find  how  juftly  we  agree. 
 
 If. 
 Before  we  knew  the  Treafures  of  our  Love, 
 
 Our  noble  Aims  our  Joys  did  entertain  -, 
 And  (hall  Enjoyment  nothing  then  improve  ? 
 Twere  beft  for  us  then  to  begin  again. 
 
 III. 
 Now  we  have  gain'd,  we  muft  not  flop,  and  fleep 
 
 Out  all  the  reft  of  our  myfterious  Reign  : 
 It  is  as  hard  and  glorious  to  keep 
 A  Vidory,  as  it  is  to  obtain. 
 
 IV. 
 Nay  to  what  end  did  we  once  barter  Minds, 
 
 Only  to  know  and  to  negled  the  claim  ? 
 Or  (like  forne  Wantons)  our  Pride  Pleafure  finds 
 To  throw  away  the  Thing  at  which  we  aim. 
 
 V. 
 If  this  be  all  our  Friendfliip  does  Defign, 
 
 We  covet  not  Enjoyment  then,  but  Pow'r  ; 
 To  our  Opinion  we  our  Blifs  confine, 
 
 And  love  to  have,  but  not  to  fmell,  the  Flowr. 
 
 Vf. 
 Ah!  then  let  Mifers  bury  thus  their  Gold, 
 
 Who,  tho*  they  ftarve,  no  Farthing  will  produce  : 
 But  we  lov'd  to  enjoy  and  to  behold, 
 And  fure  we  cannot  fpend  our  Stock  by  ufe. 
 
 VII. 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occajïons.  ioj 
 
 VII. 
 
 Think  not  'tis  necdlcfs  to  repeat  Defires  i 
 
 The  fervent  Turtles  always  Court  and  Bill, 
 And  yet  their  fpotlefs  Paflion  never  tires, 
 But  does  encreafe  by  Repetition  ftill. 
 
 VIII. 
 Altho'  we  know  we  Love,  yet  while  our  Soul 
 
 Is  thus  imprifon'd  by  the  Flefli  we  wear, 
 
 There's  no  way  left  that  Bondage  to  controul, 
 
 But  to  convey  Tranfaclions  thro'  the  Ear. 
 
 IX. 
 Nay,  tho'  we  read  our  Paffions  in  the  Eye, 
 
 It  will  oblige  and  pleafe  to  tell  them  too  : 
 Such  Joys  as  thefe  by  Motion  multiply, 
 
 Were't  but  to  find  that  our  Souls  told  us  true. 
 
 X. 
 Believe  not  then,  that  being  now  fecure 
 
 Of  either's  Heart,  we  have  no  more  to  do  : 
 The  Spheres  themfelves  by  Motion  do  endure, 
 And  they  move  on  by  Circulation  too. 
 
 XI. 
 And  as  a  River,  when  it  once  hath  paid 
 
 The  Tribute  which  it  to  the  Ocean  owes, 
 Stops  not,  but  turns,  and  having  curl'd  and  play'd 
 On  its  own  Waves,  the  Shore  it  overflows. 
 
 XII. 
 So  the  Soul's  Motion  does  not  end  in  Blifs, 
 But  on  her  felf  flie  fcatters  and  dilates, 
 
 And 
 
io6  Toems  on  fever  al  Occupons. 
 
 And  on  the  ObjeA  doubles,  'till  by  this 
 She  finds  new  Joys  which  that  Reflux  creates. 
 
 XIII. 
 But  then  becaufe  it  cannot  all  contain, 
 
 It  feeks  a  vent  by  telling  the  glad  News, 
 Firft  to  the  Heart  which  did  its  Joys  obtain, 
 
 Then  to  the  Heart  which  did  thofe  Joys  produce, 
 
 XIV. 
 When  my  Soul  then  doth  fuch  Excurfions  make, 
 
 Unlefs  thy  Soul  delight  to  meet  it  too, 
 What  Satisfaction  can  it  give  or  take, 
 Thou  being  abfent  at  the  Interview  ? 
 
 XV. 
 Tis  not  DiftrufU  for  were  that  Plea  allow'd, 
 Letters  and  Vifits  all  would  ufelefs  grow  : 
 Love's  whole  Expreflion  then  would  be  its  Cloud, 
 And  it  would  be  refin'd  to  nothing  fo. 
 
 XVI. 
 If  I  difturft,   'tis  my  own  Worth  for  thee, 
 
 'Tis  my  own  fitnefs  for  a  Love  like  thine  $ 
 And  therefore  flill  new  Evidence  would  feef 
 T  aflure  my  Wonder  that  thou  canft  be  mine* 
 
 XVII. 
 But  as  the  Morning-Sun  to  drooping  Flow'rs, 
 
 As  weary  Travellers  a  Shade  do  find, 
 As  to  the  parched  Violet  Evening-fhow'rs  5 
 Such  is  from  thee  to  me  a  Look  that's  kind. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
Toems  on  federal  Occafwns.  icj 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 But  when  that  Look'is  dreft  in  Word?,  'tis  like 
 
 The  my  (lick  Pow'r  of  Mufi;  k's  Unifon  j 
 Which  when  the  Finger  doth  one  Viol  ftrike, 
 
 The  other's  String  heaves  to  Reflection. 
 XIX. 
 Be  kind  to  me,  and  juft  then  to  our  Love, 
 
 To  which  we  owe  our  free  and  dear  Converfe^ 
 And  let  no  Trad:  of  Time  wear  or  remove 
 
 It  from  the  Privilege  of  that  Commerce. 
 
 XX. 
 Tyrants  do  banifh  what  they  can't  requite  : 
 
 But  let  us  never  know  fuch  mean  Defires  5 
 But  to  be  grateful  to  that  Love  delight 
 
 Which  all  cur  Joys  and  noble  Thoughts  infpires. 
 
 A  RESVERT. 
 
 AChofen  Privacy,  a  cheap  Content, 
 And  all  the  Peace  a  Friendfliip  ever  lent, 
 A  Rock  which  civil  Nature  made  a  Seat, 
 A  Willow  that  repulfes  all  the  Heat, 
 The  beauteous  quiet  of  a  Summcr's-day, 
 A  Brook  which  fobb'd  aloud  and  ran  away, 
 Invited  my  Repofe,  and  then  confpir'd 
 To  entertain  my  Fancy  thus  retir'd. 
 As  Luciano  Ferry-man  aloft  did  view 
 The  angry  World,  and  then  laugh'd  at  it  too  : 
 
 So 
 
io8  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajïons. 
 
 So  all  its  fallen  Follies  feem  to  me 
 
 But  as  a  too-well  afted  Tragedy. 
 
 One  dangerous  Ambition  doth  befool, 
 
 Another  envies  to  fee  that  Man  Rule  : 
 
 One  makes  his  Love  the  Parent  of  his  Rage, 
 
 For  private  Friendfliip  publickly  t  engage  : 
 
 And  fome  for  Confcience,  fome  for  Honour  die  ^ 
 
 And  fome  are  meanly  kill'd  they  know  not  why. 
 
 More  diff 'rent  than  Mens  Faces  are  their  Ends, 
 
 Whom  yet  one  common  Ruin  can  make  Friends. 
 
 Death,  Duft  and  Darknefs  they  have  only  won, 
 
 And  haftily  unto  their  Periods  run. 
 
 Death  is  a  Leveller  3  Beauty,  and  Kings, 
 
 And  Conquerors,  and  all  thofe  glorious  Things, 
 
 Are  tumbled  to  their  Graves  in  one  rude  Heap, 
 
 Like  common  Duft,  as  quiet  and  as  cheap. 
 
 At  greater  Changes  who  would  wonder  then, 
 
 Since  Kingdoms  have  their  Fates  as  well  as  Men  ? 
 
 They  muft  fall  Sick  and  Die  5  nothing  can  be 
 
 In  this  World  certain,  but  Uncertainty. 
 
 Since  Pow  r  and  Greatnefs  are  fuch  flipp  ry  Things, 
 
 Who'd  pity  Cottages,  or  envy  Kings  ? 
 
 Now  leaft  of  all,  when,  weary  of  deceit, 
 
 The  World  no  longer  flatters  with  the  Great. 
 
 Tho'  fuch  Confufions  here  below  we  find, 
 
 As  Providence  were  wanton  with  Mankind  : 
 
 Yet  in  this  Chaos  fome  Things  do  fend  forth, 
 
 (Like  Jewels  in  the  dark)  a  Native  worth. 
 
 He 
 
Toefrts  on  fever  al  Occafïons.  109 
 
 He  that  derives  his  high  Nobility, 
 
 Not  from  the  mention  of  a  Pedigree-, 
 
 Who  thinks  it  not  his  Praifc  that  others  know 
 
 His  Anccftors  were  gallant  long  ago  ; 
 
 Who  fcorns  to  boafl  the  Glories  of  his  Blood, 
 
 And  thinks  he  can't  be  Great  that  is  not  Good  -, 
 
 Who  knows  the  World,   and  what  we  Pleafure  call, 
 
 Vet  cannot  fell  one  Confcience  for  them  all  3 
 
 Who  hates  to  hoard  that  Gold  with  an  Excufe, 
 
 lor  which  he  can  find  out  a  nobler  Ufe  5 
 
 Who  dares  not  keep  that  Life  that  he  can  fpend, 
 
 To  ferve  his  God,  his  Country,  and  his  Friend  -, 
 
 Who  Flattery  and  Falfehood  doth  fo  hate, 
 
 He  would  not  buy  ten  Lives  at  fuch  a  rate  $ 
 
 Whofe  Soul,  than  Diamonds  more  rich  and  clear) 
 
 Naked  and  open  as  his  Face  doth  wear  ^ 
 
 Who  dares  be  Good  alone  in  fuch  a  time, 
 
 When  Virtue's  held  and  punifh'd  as  a  Crime  *, 
 
 Who  thinks  dark  crooked  Plots  a  mean  Defence, 
 
 And  is  both  fafe  and  wife  in  Innocence 5 
 
 Who  dares  both  fight  and  die,  but  dares  not  Fear; 
 
 Whofe  only  doubt  is,  if  his  Caufe  be  clear  ; 
 
 Whofe  Courage  and  his  Juftice  equal  worn, 
 
 Can  Dangers  grapple,  overcome  and  fcorn, 
 
 let  not  infult  upon  a  conquer'd  Foe, 
 
 But  can  forgive  him,  and  oblige  him  too  > 
 
 Whofe  Friendfhip  is  congenial  with  his  Soul, 
 
 Who  where  he  gives  a  Heart  beftows  it  whole  5 
 
 Whofe 
 
no  Toems  on  fever  al  OccaJionÊ. 
 
 Whofe  other  Tics  and  Titles  here  do  end, 
 
 Or  bury'd  or  compleated  in  the  Friend  : 
 
 Who  ne'er  refumes  the  Soul  he  once  did  give, 
 
 While  his  Friend  s  Honefty  and  Honour  live  3 
 
 And  if  his  Friend's  Content  could  coft  the  Price, 
 
 Would  count  himfelf  a  happy  Sacrifice  $ 
 
 Whofe  happy  Days  no  Pride  infefts,  nor  can 
 
 His  other  Titles  make  him  flight  the  Man  -, 
 
 No  dark  Ambitious  Thoughts  do  cloud  his  Brow, 
 
 Nor  reftlefs  Cares  when  to  be  Great,  and  how  5 
 
 Who  fcorns  to  envy  Wealth  where-e  er  it  be, 
 
 But  pities  fuch  a  Golden  Slavery  5 
 
 With  no  mean  fawnings  can  the  People  court, 
 
 Nor  wholly  flight  a  popular  Report  $ 
 
 Whofe  Houfe  no  Orphan  Groans  do  (hake  or  blaft, 
 
 Nor  any  Riot  help  to  ferve  his  Tafte  5 
 
 Who  from  the  top  of  his  Profperities 
 
 Can  take  a  fall,  and  yet  without  Surprife  j 
 
 Who  with  the  fame  auguft  and  even  State 
 
 Can  entertain  the  beft  and  worfl  of  Fate  j 
 
 Whofe  Suffering's  fweet,  if  Honour  once  adorn  it  5 
 
 Who  flights  Revenge,  yet  does  not  fear,  but  fcorn  it  3 
 
 Whofe  Happinefs  in  ev'ry  Fortune  lives, 
 
 For  that  no  Fortune  either  takes  or  gives  > 
 
 Who  no  unhandfome  Ways  can  bribe  his  Fate, 
 
 Nay,  out  of  Prifon  marches  thro*  the  Gate  5 
 
 Who  lofing  all  his  Titles  and  his  Pelf, 
 
 Nay,  all  the  World,  can  never  lofe  himfelf  3 
 
 This 
 
*Poems  on  fever  al  Qccafions.  m 
 
 This  Per fon  fhines  indeed,  and  he  that  can 
 Be  Virtuous  is  the  great  Immortal  Man. 
 
 A    COUNTRT-L1FE. 
 
 HO VV  Sacred  and  how  Innocent 
 A  Country-life  appears, 
 How  free  from  Tumult,  Difcontent, 
 
 From  Flattery  or  Fears  ! 
 This  was  the  firft  and  happieft  Life, 
 
 When  Man  enjoy'd  himfelf  ; 
 'Till  Pride  exchanged  Peace  for  Strife* 
 
 And  Happinefs  for  Pelf. 
 Twas  here  the  Poets  were  infpir'd, 
 
 Here  taught  the  Multitude  5 
 The  Brave  they  here  with  Honour  fir'd, 
 
 And  civiliz'd  the  Rude. 
 That  Golden  Age  did  entertain 
 
 No  Pallion  but  of  Love  ^ 
 The  thoughts  of  Ruling  and  of  Gain 
 
 Did  ne'er  their  Fancies  move. 
 None  then  did  envy  Neighbour's  Wealth, 
 
 Nor  Plot  to  wrong  his  Bed  : 
 Happy  in  Friendfhip  and  in  Health, 
 
 On  Roots,  not  Beads,  they  fed. 
 They  knew  no  Law  nor  Phyfick  then, 
 
 Nature  was  all  their  Wit. 
 And  if  there  yet  remain  to  Men 
 
 Content,  fure  this  is  it.  What 
 
1 1 2  Toems  on  fever  al  Occafîons. 
 
 What  Bleffings  doth  this  World  afford 
 
 To  tempt  or  bribe  Defire  ? 
 Her  Courtfhip  is  all  Fire  and  Sword, . 
 
 Who  would  not  then  retire  ? 
 Then  welcome  dearefl  Solitude, 
 
 My  great  Felicity  3 
 Tho'  fome  are  pleas'd  to  call  thee  rude, 
 
 Thou  art  not  fo,  but  we. 
 Them  that  do  covet  only  Reft, 
 
 A  Cottage  will  fuffice  : 
 It  is  not  brave  to  be  poiTeft 
 
 Of  Earth,  but  to  defpife. 
 Opinion  is  the  rate  of  Things* 
 
 From  hence  our  Peace  doth  flow  5 
 I  have  a  better  Fate  than  Kings, 
 
 Becaufe  I  think  it  fo. 
 When  all  the  ftormy  World  doth  roar, 
 
 How  unconcern'd  am  I  ?  i 
 
 I  cannot  fear  to  tumble  lower 
 
 Who  never  could  be  high. 
 Secur'd  in  thefe  unenvy'd  Walls 
 
 I  think  not  on  the  State, 
 And  pity  no  Man's  Cafe  that  falls 
 
 From  his  Ambition  s  height. 
 Silence  and  Innocence  are  fafe  3 
 
 A  Heart  that  s  nobly  True 
 At  all  thefe  little  Arts  can  laugh, 
 
 That  do  the  World  fubdue. 
 
 f  Whiie 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occajions,  it? 
 
 While  others  Revel  it  in  State, 
 
 Here  I'll  contested  fit, 
 And  think  I  have  as  good  a  Fate 
 
 As  Wealth  and  Pomp  admit. 
 Let  fomc  in  Courtfhip  take  Delight, 
 
 And  to  th'  Exchange  refort  5 
 Then  Revel  out  a  Winter's  Night, 
 
 Not  making  Love,  but  Sport. 
 Thefe  never  know  a  noble  Flame, 
 
 '1  is  Luft,  Scorn,  or  Defign  : 
 While  Vanity  plays  all  their  Game* 
 
 Let  Peace  and  Honour  mine. 
 When  the  inviting  Spring  appears, 
 
 To  Hidc-Tark  let  them  go  • 
 And,  hafting  thence,  be  full  of  Fears 
 
 To  lofe  Spring-Garden  Show, 
 Let  others  (nobler)  feek  to  gain 
 
 In  Knowledge  happy  Fate, 
 And  others  bufie  them  in  vain 
 
 To  ftudy  Ways  of  State. 
 But  I,  refolved  from  within. 
 
 Confirmed  from  without, 
 In  Privacy  intend  to  fpin 
 
 My  future  Minutes  out. 
 And  from  this  Hermitage  of  mine 
 
 I  banifli  all  wild  Toys, 
 And  nothing  that  is  not  Divine 
 
 Shall  dare  to  tempt  my  Joys, 
 
 I  '  There 
 
ii4  Toems  on  fever  al  Occafïons. 
 
 There  are  below  but  two  Things  good, 
 
 Friendfhip  and  Honefty  • 
 And  only  thofe,  of  all,  I  would 
 
 Ask  for  Felicity. 
 In  this  retired  and  humble  Seat, 
 
 Free  from  both  War  and  Strife, 
 I  am  not  forc'd  to  make  Retreat, 
 
 But  chufe  to  fpend  my  Life. 
 
 To  Mrs.  Wogan,  my  Honoured  Friend,  on  the  'Death 
 of  her  Husband. 
 
 DRY  up  your  Tears,  there's  enough  (bed  by  you, 
 And  we  mufl  pay  our  Share  of  Sorrows  too. 
 It  is  no  private  Lofs  when  fuch  Men  fall, 
 The  World's  concern'd,  and  Grief  is  general. 
 But  tho'  of  our  Misfortune  we  complain, 
 To  him  it  is  injurious  and  vain. 
 For  fince  we  know  his  rich  Integrity, 
 His  real  Sweetnefs,  and  full  Harmony  5 
 How  free  his  Heart  and  Houfe  were  to  his  Friends, 
 Whom  he  oblig'd  without  Defign  or  Ends  ^ 
 How  univerfal  was  his  Courtefie, 
 How  clear  a  Soul,  how  even,  and  how  high  5 
 How  much  he  fcorn'd  Difguife  or  meaner  Arts, 
 But  with  a  Native  Honour  conquer 'd  Hearts  $ 
 
 We 
 
Toems  on  ftveral  Occafions.  1 1  5 
 
 We  mud  conclude  he  was  a  Treafure  lent, 
 Soon  weary  of  this  fordid  Tenement. 
 The  Age  and  World  deferv'd  him  not,  and  he 
 Was  kindly  (hatch 'd  from  future  Mifery. 
 We  c  in  fcarce  fay  he's  Dead,  but  gone  to  Reft, 
 And  left  a  Monument  in  ev'ry  Bread. 
 For  you  to  grieve  then  in  this  fad  Excefc, 
 Is  not  to  fpeak  your  Love,  but  make  it  lefs. 
 A  noble  Soul  no  Friendftiip  will  admit, 
 But  what's  Eternal  and  Divine  as  it. 
 The  Soul  is  hid  in  mortal  Flefli  we  know, 
 And  all  its  Weak  nèfles  mud  undergo, 
 Till  by  Degrees  it  does  (hine  forth  at  length, 
 And  gathers  Beauty,  Purity,  and  Strength  : 
 But  never  yet  doth  this  Immortal  Ray 
 Put  on  full  Splendor  till  it  put  off  Clay  : 
 So  Infant  Love  is,  in  the  worthied  Bread, 
 By  Senfe  and  Paflion  fetter'd  and  opprefl  5 
 But  by  degrees  it  grows  dill  more  rerin'd, 
 And  fcorning  Clogs,  only  concerns  the  Mind. 
 Now  as  the  Soul  you  lov'd  is  here  fet  free 
 From  its  material  grofs  Capacity  j 
 Your  Love  fhould  follow  him  now  he  is  gone, 
 And  quitting  Paflion,  put  Perfection  on. 
 Such  Love  as  this  will  its  own  good  deny, 
 If  its  dear  Object  have  Felicity. 
 And  fince  we  cannot  his  great  Lofs  Reprieve, 
 Let's  not  lofe  you  in  whom  he  (till  doth  Live, 
 
 I  2  For 
 
1 1 6  Toems  on  fever  al  Occafïons. 
 
 For  while  you  are  by  Grief  fecluded  thus, 
 It  doth  appear  your  Funeral  to  us. 
 
 In  Memory  of  the  mo  ft  juftly  Honoured,  Mrs.  Owen 
 of  Orielton. 
 
 AS  when  the  ancient  World  by  Reafon  liv'd, 
 The  A[ian  Monarchs  Deaths  were  never  griev  cl  j 
 Their  glorious  Lives  made  all  their  Subjeds  call 
 Their  Rites  a  Triumph,  not  a  Funeral  : 
 So  ftill  the  Good  are  Princes,  and  their  Fate 
 Invites  us  not  to  weep,  but  imitate. 
 Nature  intends  a  Progrefs  of  each  Stage 
 Whereby  weak  Man  creeps  to  fucceeding  Age, 
 Ripens  him  for  that  Change  for  which  he's  made, 
 Where  th*  aftive  Soul  is  in  her  Centre  ftaid. 
 And  fince  noneftript  of  Infancy  complain, 
 'Caufe  'tis  both  their  Neceffity  and  Gain  : 
 So  Age  and  Death  by  flow  Approaches  come, 
 And  by  that  juft  inevitable  Doom, 
 By  which  the  Soul  (her  cloggy  Drofs  once  gone) 
 Puts  on  Perfection,  and  refumes  her  own. 
 Since  then  we  Mourn  a  happy  Soul,  O  why 
 Difturb  we  her  with  erring  Piety  K 
 Who's  fo  enamour'd  on  the  beauteous  Ground, 
 When  with  rich  Autumn's  Livery  hung  round, 
 As  to  deny  a  Sickle  to  his  Grain, 
 And  not  undrefs  the  teeming  Earth  again  > 
 
 Fruits 
 
Tor  m  s  on  fever  al  Oeca fions.  1 1 7 
 
 Fruits  grow  for  Ufe,  Mankind  is  born  to  Dye  5 
 
 And  both  Fares  have  the  fame  necefllry. 
 
 Then  grieve  no  more,  {,u\  Relatives,  but  Jearn  3 
 
 Sigh  nor,  but  Profit  by  your  jbft  Concern. 
 
 R  ad  over  her  Life's  Volume  :  Wife  and  Good, 
 
 Nor  Vaufe  (he  muft  be  foy  but  'caufe  (lie  wou'd. 
 
 To  chofen  Virtue  IT: ill  a  confiant  Friend, 
 
 Shefaurhe  Fimes  which  chang'd,  but  did  not  mend. 
 
 And  as  fome  are  fo  civil  to  the  Sun, 
 
 They'd  fix  his  Beams,  and  make  the  Earth  to  run; 
 
 So  (he  unmov'd  beheld  the  angry  Fate 
 
 Which  tore  a  Church,  and  overthrew  a  State  : 
 
 SriJl  durft  be  Good,  and  own  the  noble  Truth, 
 
 To  crown  her  Age,  which  had  adorn'd  her  Youth. 
 
 Great  without  Pride,  a  Soul  which  (till  could  be 
 
 Humble  and  high,  full  of  calm  Majefty. 
 
 She  kept  true  State  within,  and  could  not  buy 
 
 Her  Satisfaction  with  her  Charity. 
 
 Fortune  or  Birth  ne'er  rais'd  her  Mind,  which  flood 
 
 Not  on  her  being  Rich,  but  doing  Good. 
 
 Oblig'd  the  World,  but  yet  would  fcorn  to  be 
 
 Paid  with  Requitals,  Thanks,  or  Vanity. 
 
 How  oft  did  (he  what  all  the  World  adore, 
 
 Make  the  Poor  Happy  with  her  ufeful  Store  ? 
 
 So  gen'ral  was  her  Bounty,  that  (he  gave 
 
 Equality  to  all,  before  the  Grave. 
 
 By  fevVal  Means  (he  diff 'rent  Perfons  ty'd, 
 
 Who  by  her  Goodnefs  only  were  ally'd. 
 
 I  3  Her 
 
Ii8  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajïons. 
 
 Her  Virtue  was  her  Temper,  not  her  Fit  -, 
 
 Fear'd  nothing  but  the  Crimes  which  fome  commit  j 
 
 Scorn'd  thofe  dark  Arts  which  pafs  for  Wifdom  now, 
 
 Nor  to  a  mean  ignoble  Thing  could  bow. 
 
 And  her  vaft  Prudence  had  no  other  end, 
 
 But  to  foigive  a  Foe,  endear  a  Friend  : 
 
 To  ufe,  bur  flight,  the  World >  and  fixt  above, 
 
 Shine  down  in  Beams  of  Piety  and  Love. 
 
 Why  fhould  we  then,  by  poor,  unjuft  Complaint, 
 
 Prove  envious  Sinners,  'caufe  (he  is  a  Saint  ? 
 
 Ciofe  then  the  Monument  $  let  not  a  Tear 
 
 That  may  propbane  her  Allies  now  appear  : 
 
 For  her  bcft  Obfequies,  are  that  we  be 
 
 Prudent  and  Good,  Noble  and  Sweet,  as  fhe. 
 
 A    F  R  1  E  N  T>. 
 
 L 
 
 LOve,  Nature's  Plot,  this  great  Creation's  Soul, 
 The  Being  and  the  Harmony  of  Things, 
 Doth  Hill  preferve  and  propagate  the  wholei 
 
 From  whence  Man's  Happinefs  and  Safety  fprings; 
 The  earlieft,  whi^efl,  blefledft  Times  did  draw 
 From  her  alone  their  univerfal  Law. 
 
 II. 
 Friendfhip's  an  Abflract  of  this  noble  Flame, 
 Tis  Love  refin  d,  and  purg'd  from  all  its  Drofs, 
 
 The 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occafions.  n^ 
 
 The  next  to  Angels  Love,  if  not  the  fame, 
 
 As  flrong  :is  Paiftop  is,  tho'  not  fo  grofs  : 
 It  antedates  a  glad  Eternity, 
 And  is  an  Heaven  in  Epitome. 
 
 III. 
 Nobler  than  Kindred,  or  than  Marriage-band, 
 
 Becaufe  more  free  ^  Wedlock-felicity 
 It  felf  doth  only  by  this  Union  (land, 
 
 And  turns  to  Friendfhip,  or  to  Mifery. 
 Force  or  Defign  Matches  to  pafs  may  bring, 
 But  Friendfhip  doth  from  Love  and  Honour  fpring. 
 
 IV. 
 jf  Souls  no  Sexes  have,  for  Men  t'  exclude 
 Women  from  Friendship's  vaft  Capacity, 
 Is  a  Defign  injurious  or  rude, 
 
 Only  maintain'd  by  partial  Tyranny. 
 Love  is  allow'd  to  us,  and  Innocence* 
 And  nobleft  Friendships  c^o  proceed  from  thence. 
 
 V. 
 The  chiefeft  thing  in  Friends  is  Sympathy: 
 
 There  is  a  Secret  that  doth  Friendfhip  guide, 
 Which  makes  two  Souls  before  they  know  agree, 
 
 Who  by  a  thoufand  mixtures  are  ally'd, 
 And  chang'd  and  loft,  fo  that  it  is  not  known 
 Within  which  Breafl  doth  now  refide  their  own. 
 
 VI. 
 EfTential  Honour  mufl  be  in  a  Friend, 
 Not  fuch  as  ev'ry  Breath  fans  to  and  fro  5 
 
 I  4  But 
 
12©  Teems  on  fever  al  Occafions. 
 
 But  born  within,  is  its  own  Judge  and  End,   fknow. 
 
 A  d   dares  not  Sin,  tho*  fure  that  none  fhould 
 Where  Friendftiip's  fpoke,  Honefty's  underftood* 
 For  none  can  be  a  Friend  that  is  not  Good. 
 
 VII. 
 Friendfhip  doth  carry  more  than  common  Truft, 
 
 And  Treachery  is  here  the  greateft  Sin. 
 Secrets  depofed  then  none  ever  mud 
 
 Prefumeto  open,  but  who  put  them  in. 
 They  that  in  one  Chcft  Jay  up  all  their  Stock, 
 Had  need  be  fure  that  none  can  pick  the  Lock. 
 
 VIII. 
 A  Breaft  too  open  Friendfhip  does  not  love, 
 
 For  that  the  other's  Truit  will  not  conceal  i 
 Nor  one  too  much  referv'd  can  it  approve, 
 
 Its  own  Condition  this  will  not  reveal. 
 We  empty  Paflions  for  a  double  End, 
 T  o  be  rcfrelh'd  and  guarded  by  a  Friend. 
 
 IX. 
 Wifdqm  and  Knowledge  Friendfhip  does  require, 
 
 The  firft  for  Counfel,  this  for  Company  ; 
 And  tho*  not  mainly,  yet  we  may  defire 
 
 Both  Complaifance  and  Ingenuity. 
 
 Tho*  ev'ry  Thing  may  love,  yet  'tis  a  Rule, 
 
 He  cannot  be  a  Friend  that  is  a  Fool. 
 
 X. 
 
 Difcretion  ufes  Parts,  and  beft  knows  how  $ 
 
 And  Patience  will  all  Qualities  commend  : 
 
 That 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occûfions.  m 
 
 That  ferves  a  Need  beft,  but  this  doth  allow 
 
 The  Wcakncflcs  and  Pallions  of  a  Friend. 
 We  are  not  yet  come  to  the  Quire  above  : 
 Who  cannot  Pardon  hctCj  can  never  Love. 
 
 XI. 
 Thick  Waters  (hew  no  Images  of  things^ 
 
 Friends  are  each  others  Mirrors,  and  fhould  be 
 Clearer  than  Cryftal  or  the  Mountain  Springs, 
 
 And  free  from  Clouds,  Defign  or  Flattery. 
 For  vulgar  Souls  no  part  of  Friendfhip  (hare: 
 Poets  and  Friends  are  born  to  what  they  are. 
 
 XII. 
 Friends  fhould  obferve  and  chide  each  others  Faults, 
 
 To  be  fevere  then  is  mod  juft  and  kind  ^  (Thoughts: 
 Nothing   can    Tcape   their  fearch  who  know   the 
 
 This  they  fhould  give  and  take  with  equal  Mind. 
 For  Friendfhip,  when  this  Freedom  is  deny'd, 
 Is  like  a  Painter  when  his  Hands  are  ty'd. 
 
 XIII. 
 A  Friend  fhould  find  out  each  Neceflity, 
 
 And  then  unask'd  relieve't  at  any  rate: 
 It  is  not  Friendfhip,    but  Formality, 
 
 To  be  defir'd  3  for  Kindnefs  keeps  no  State. 
 Of  Friends  he  doth  the  Benefactor  prove, 
 That  gives  his  Friend  the  means  texprefs  his  Love. 
 
 XIV. 
 Abfcnce  doth  not  from  Friendship's  right  excufe: 
 
 Them  who  preferve  each  others  Heart  and  Fame> 
 
 Part- 
 
122  Toems  on  fever  al  Occupons. 
 
 Parting  canneer  divide,  it  may  diffufe$ 
 As  a  far  ftretch'd  out  River's  ftill  the  fame. 
 
 Though  Prefence  help'd  them  at  the  firft  to  greet, 
 
 Their  Souls  know  now  without  thofe  Aids  to  meet. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Confiant  and  Solid,  whom  no  Storms  can  fliake, 
 Nor  Death  unfix,  a  right  Friend  ought  to  be  3 
 
 And  if  condemned  to  furvive,  doth  make 
 No  fécond  Choice,  but  Grief  and  Memory. 
 
 But  Friendfhip's  bed  Fate  is,  when  it  can  fpend 
 
 A  Life,  a  Fortune,  all  to  ferve  a  Friend. 
 
 L'Accord  du  Bien. 
 
 I 
 
 ORder,  by  which  all  things  are  made, 
 And  this  great  World's  Foundation  laid, 
 Is  nothing  elfe  but  Harmony, 
 Where  diff  rent  Parts  are  brought  t  agree. 
 
 II. 
 As  Empires  are  ftill  beft  maintain'd 
 Thofe  ways  which  firft  their  Greatnefs  gain'd: 
 So  in  this  univerfal  Frame, 
 What  made  and  keeps  it  is  the  fame. 
 
 III. 
 Thus  all  things  unto  Peace  do  tend; 
 Even  Difcords  have  it  for  their  end. 
 
 The 
 
Teems  on  fever  al  Ocea fions.  1*3 
 
 The  caufe  why  Elements  do  fight, 
 Is  but  their  Inftinû  to  Unite. 
 
 IV. 
 Mufick  could  never  pleafe  the  Senfe 
 But  by  united  Excellence: 
 The  fweeteft  Note  which  Numbers  know, 
 If  ftruck  alone,  would  tedious  grow. 
 
 V. 
 Man,  the  whole  World's  Epitome, 
 Is,  by  Creation,  Harmony. 
 'Twas  Sin  firft  quarrell'd  in  his  Bread, 
 Then  made  him  angry  with  the  reft. 
 
 VI. 
 But  Goodnefs  keeps  that  Unity, 
 And  loves  its  own  Society 
 So  well,  that  feldom  wre  have  known 
 One  real  Worth  to  dwell  alone. 
 
 VII. 
 And  hence  it  is  we  Friend(hip  call 
 Not  by  one  Virtue's  Name,  but  all. 
 Nor  is  it,   when  bad  Things  agree, 
 Thought  Union,  but  Confpiracy. 
 
 VIII. 
 Nature  and  Grace,  fuch  Enemies 
 That  when  one  fell  t'other  did  rife, 
 Are  now  by  Mercy  even  fet, 
 As  Stars  in  Conftellations  met. 
 
 IX.  If 
 
17+  Toems  on  feveral  Occajïons. 
 
 IX. 
 
 If  Nature  were  it  felf  a  Sin, 
 Her  Author  (God)  had  guilty  been  5 
 But  Man  by  Sin  contrafting  ftain, 
 Shall,  purg'd  from  that,  be  clear  again. 
 
 X. 
 To  prove  that  Nature's  excellent, 
 Even  Sin  it  felf  s  an  Argument  : 
 Therefore  we  Nature  s  Stain  deplore, 
 Becaufe  it  felf  was  pure  before. 
 
 XL 
 And  Grace  deftroys  not,  but  refines, 
 Unveils  our  Reafon,  then  it  fhines* 
 Redores  what  was  depreft  by  Sin, 
 The  fainting  Beam  of  God  within. 
 
 XII. 
 The  main  Spring  (Judgment)  re&ify'd, 
 Will  all  the  leifer  Motions  guide, 
 To  fpend  our  Labour,  Love  and  Care, 
 Not  as  things  feem,  but  as  they  are. 
 
 XIII. 
 Tis  Fancy  loft,  Wit  thrown  away, 
 In  Trifles  to  imploy  that  Ray, 
 Which  then  doth  in  full  Luftre  fliine, 
 When  both  Ingenious  and  Divine, 
 
 XIV. 
 To  Eyes  by  Humours  vitiated 
 All  things  feem  falfly  coloured: 
 
 So 
 
Toems  on  fever  ni  Occafions.  125 
 
 So  'tis  our  prejudicial  Thought 
 That  makes  clear  Objefts  feem  in  fault. 
 
 XV. 
 They  fcarce  believe  united  Good, 
 By  whom  'twas  never  underflood: 
 They  think  one  Grace  enough  for  one, 
 And  'tis  becaufe  their  felves  have  none. 
 
 XVI. 
 We  hunt  Extreams,  and  run  fo  faft, 
 We  can  no  lleady  Judgment  call  : 
 He  beft  furveys  the  Circuit  round 
 Who  (lands  i'th'  middle  of  the  Ground. 
 
 XVII. 
 That  happy  Mean  would  let  us  fee 
 Knowledge  and  Meeknefs  may  agree^ 
 And  find,  when  each  thing  hath  its  Name, 
 Paflion  and  Zeal  are  not  the  fame. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Who  fludies  God  doth  upwards  flye, 
 And  height  flill  Mens  to  our  Eye  5 
 And  he  that  knows  God,  foon  will  fee 
 Vafl  caufe  for  his  Humility. 
 
 XIX. 
 For  by  that  fearch  it  will  be  known 
 There's  nothing  but  our  Will  our  own: 
 And  who  doth  fo  that  Stock  imploy, 
 But  finds  more  caufe  for  Shame  than  Joy. 
 
 XX.  We 
 
126  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajïons. 
 
 XX. 
 
 We  know  fo  little  and  fo  dark, 
 And  fo  extinguish  our  own  Spark, 
 That  he  who  furtheft  here  can  go, 
 Knows  nothing  as  he  ought  to  know. 
 
 i    XXI. 
 It  will  with  the  moft  Learned  fute 
 More  to  enquire  than  difpute: 
 But  Vapours  fwell  within  a  Cloudy 
 Tis  Ignorance  that  makes  us  proud. 
 
 XXII. 
 So  whom  their  own  vain  Heart  belies, 
 Like  Inflammations  quickly  rife: 
 But  that  Soul  which  is  truly  great, 
 Is  loweft  in  its  own  Conceit. 
 
 XXIII. 
 Yet  while  we  hug  our  own  Miftake, 
 WeCenfures,  but  not  Judgments,  make; 
 And  thence  it  is  we  cannot  fee 
 Obedience  ftand  with  Liberty, 
 
 XXIV. 
 Providence  (till  keeps  even  State  -, 
 But  he  can  beft  command  his  Fate, 
 Whofe  Art,  by  adding  his  own  Voice, 
 Makes  his  Neceffity  his  Choice. 
 
 XXV. 
 Rightly  to  rule  ones  felf  muft  be 
 The  hardeft,  largeft  Monarchy  ; 
 
 Whofe 
 
Tocms  on  fever  al  Occajions.  127 
 
 Whofe  Pallions  are  his  Matters  grown. 
 Will  be  a  Captive  in  a  Throne. 
 
 XXVI. 
 He  mott  the  inward  Freedom  gains, 
 Who  jutt  Subn.iflions  entertains: 
 For  while  in  that  his  Reafon  fways, 
 It  is  himfelf  that  he  obeys. 
 XXVII. 
 But  only  in  Eternity 
 We  can  thefe  beauteous  Unions  fee: 
 For  Heav  n  it  felf  and  Glory  is 
 But  one  harmonious  confiant  Blifs. 
 
 Invitation  to  the  Country, 
 
 BE  kind,  my  dear  Rofania,  though  'tis  true 
 Thy  Friendfhip  will  become  thy  Penance  too$ 
 Though  there  be  nothing  can  reward  the  Pain, 
 Nothing  to  fatisfie,  or  entertain; 
 Though  all  be  empty,  wild,  and  like  to  me, 
 Who  make  new  Troubles  in  my  Company: 
 Yet  is  the  Aftion  more  obliging  great  -, 
 'Tis  Hardfhip  only  makes  Defert  compleat. 
 But  yet  to  prove  Mixtures  all  things  compound, 
 There  may  in  this  be  fome  advantage  found  -, 
 For  a  Retirement  from  the  noife  of  Towns, 
 Is  that  for  which  fome  Kings  have  left  their  Crowns-' 
 
 And 
 
128  Tocms  on  fever  al  Occajîorts. 
 
 And  Conquerors,  whofe  Laurel  preft  the  brow* 
 
 Have  change  it  for  the  quiet  Myrtle- bow. 
 
 For  Titlee,  Honours,  and  the  World's  Addrefs, 
 
 Are  things  too  cheap  to  make  up  Happinefs* 
 
 The  eafie  Tribute  of  a  giddy  race, 
 
 And  pay'd  lefs  to  the  Perfon  than  the  Place. 
 
 So  falfe  refle&ed,  and  fo  fhort  Content, 
 
 Is  that  which  Fortune  and  Opinion  lent, 
 
 That  who  rnoft  try'd  it  have  of  Fate  complain  d, 
 
 With  Titles  burthen'd,  and  to  Greatnefs  chain\L 
 
 For  they  alone  en  joy 'd  what  they  poflefl, 
 
 Who  relifli'd  mod  and  underftood  it  beft. 
 
 And  yet  that  underftanding  made  them  know 
 
 The  empty  fwift  difpatch  of  all  below. 
 
 So  that  what  raoft  can  outward  things  endear, 
 
 Is  the  beft  means  to  make  them  difappear  : 
 
 And  even  that  Tyrant,  Senfe,  doth  thefe  deftroy* 
 
 As  more  officious  to  our  Grief  than  Joy. 
 
 Thus  all  the  glitt'ring  World  is  but  a  Cheat, 
 
 Obtruding  on  our  Senfe  things  Grofs  for  Great. 
 
 But  he  that  can  enquire  and  undifguife, 
 
 Will  foon  perceive  the  Sting  that  hidden  lies^ 
 
 And  find  no  Joys  merit  Efteem,  but  thofe 
 
 Whofe  Scene  lies  only  at  our  own  difpofe. 
 
 Man,  unconcern'd,  without  himfelf  may  be 
 
 His  own  both  Profpeft  and  Security. 
 
 Kings  may  be  Slaves  by  their  own  Paillons  hurl'dy 
 
 But  who  commands  himfelf  commands  the  World, 
 
Tocws  on  ft  ver  a  I  Occafwns.  129 
 
 A  Country-life  affifts  this  Study  beft, 
 Where  flo  dift  raclions  do  the  Soul  arreft: 
 There  Heav'n  and  Earth  He  open  to  our  view, 
 There  we  fearch  Nature  and  its  Author  too* 
 PofTeft  with  Freedom  and  a  real  State, 
 Look  down  on  Vice,  and  Vunity,  and  Fate. 
 There  (my*  Rofania)  will  we,  mingling  Souls, 
 Pity  the  Folly  which  the  World  controulsi 
 And  all  thofe  Grandeurs  which  the  World  do  prize 
 We  either  can  enjoy,  or  will  defpife. 
 
 In  Memory  of  Mrs.  E.  H. 
 
 AS  fome  choice  Plant  cherifh'd  by  Sun  and  Air* 
 And  ready  to  requite  the  Gard'ner's  care, 
 Bloilbms  and  flourishes,  but  then  we  find 
 Is  made  the  Triumph  of  fome  ruder  Wind: 
 So  thy  untimely  Grave  did  both  entomb 
 Thy  Sweetnèfernow,  and  Wonders  yet  to  come. 
 Hung  full  of  Hopes  thou  fell'ft  a  lovely  Prize, 
 Juft  as  thou  didft  attract  all  Hearts  and  Eyes. 
 Thus  we  might  apprehend,  for  had  thy  Years 
 Been  lengthen'd  to  have  paid  thofe  vaft  Arrears 
 The  World  expefted,  we  ihould  then  conclude, 
 The  Age  of  Miracles  had  been  renew'd. 
 For  thou  already  haft  with  Eafe  found  out 
 What  others  ftudy  with  fuch  Pains  and  Doubt; 
 
 K  That 
 
150  ToetHs  on  fever âl  Occajïons. 
 
 That  frame  of  Soul  which  is  content  alone, 
 
 And  needs  no  Entertainment  but  its  own. 
 
 Thy  even  Mind,  which  made  thee  Good  and  Great* 
 
 Was  to  thee  both  a  fhelter  and  retreat. 
 
 Of  all  the  Tumults  which  this  World  do  fill 
 
 Thou  wert  an  unconcern  d  Spectator  ftill : 
 
 And,  were  thy  Duty  punctually  fupply'd, 
 
 Indifferent  to  ali  the  World  befide. 
 
 Thou  wert  made  up  within  refolv'd  and  fix'd, 
 
 And  wouldft  not  with  a  bafe  Allay  be  mix'd} 
 
 Above  the  World,  couldft  equally  defpife 
 
 Boch  its  Tempcations  and  its  Injuries  ^ 
 
 Couldft  fum  up  all,  and  find  not  worth  Defirc 
 
 Thofe  glitt'ring  Trifles  which  the  moft  admire  • 
 
 But  with  a  nobler  Aim,  and  higher  born, 
 
 Look  down  on  Greatnefs  with  Contempt  and  Scorn* 
 
 Thou  hadft  no  Arts  that  others  this  might  fee, 
 
 Nor  lov'dft  a  Trumpet  to  thy  Piety: 
 
 But  filent  and  retir'd,  calm  and  ferene, 
 
 Stofft  to  thy  bleifed  Haven  hardly  feen. 
 
 It  were  vain  to  defcribe  thee  then,  but  now 
 
 Thy  vafl  Acceiiion  harder  is  to  know  ^ 
 
 How  full  of  Light,  and  fatisfy'd  thou  art, 
 
 So  early  from  this  trcach'rous  World  to  part  5 
 
 How  pleas'd  thou  art  Reflexions  now  to  make, 
 
 And  find  thou  didft  not  things  below  miftake^ 
 
 In  how  abftracled  Converfe  thou  dofl  live, 
 
 How  much  thy  Knowledge  is  intuitive  5 
 
 How 
 
Toems  on  ftverdl  Occafîons.  13 
 
 How  great  and  bright  a  (llory  is  enjoy'd 
 With  Angels,  and  in  Myfteries  employ 'd. 
 Tis  Sin  then  to  lament  thy  Fate,  but  we 
 Should  help  thee  to  a  new  Eternity; 
 And  by  fucceffive  Imitation  (hive, 
 'Till  Time  (bill  die,  to  keep  thee  (till  alive  j 
 And  (by  thy  great  Example  furnifh'd)  be 
 More  apt  to  live  than  write  thy  Elogy. 
 
 O^RofaniaV  Apoftacy>  and  Lucafia' s  Fricndfaip. 
 
 GReat  Soul  of  Friendship,  whither  art  thou  fled^ 
 Wheredoftthounowchufe  torepofethy  Head> 
 Or  art  thou  nothing  but  Voice,  Air  and  Name, 
 Found  out  to  put  Souls  in  purfuit  of  Fame? 
 Thy  Flames  being  thought  Immortal,  we  may  doubt 
 Whether  they  e'er  did  burn  that  fee  them  out. 
 
 Go  weary'd  Soul,  find  out  thy  wonted  reft, 
 In  the  fafe  Harbour  of  Oritidas  Breaft, 
 There  all  unknown  Adventures  thou  haft  found 
 In  thy  late  Tranfmigrations,  expound  5 
 That  fo  Rofanta's  Darknefs  may  be  known 
 To  be  her  want  of  Luftre,  not  thy  own. 
 
 Then  to  the  Great  Lucafia  have  recourfe, 
 There  gather  up  new  Excellence  and  Force, 
 
 K  2  Till 
 
1 3  2  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajïons. 
 
 'Till  by  a  free  unbyafs'd  clear  Commerce, 
 Endearments  which  no  Tongue  can  e'er  rehearfe, 
 Lucafia  and  Orinda  (hall  thee  give 
 Eternity,  and  make  even  Friendship  live. 
 
 Hail,  Great  Lucafia,^  thou  (halt  doubly  (hine$ 
 What  was  Rofanids  own  is  now  twice  thine  3 
 Thou  faw'il  Rofanids  Chariot  and  her  flight, 
 And  fo  the  double  Portion  is  thy  right: 
 Though  'twas  Rofanids  Spirit,  be  content, 
 Since  'twas  at  firft  from  thy  Orinda  fent. 
 
 To  my  Lady  Elizabeth  Boyle,  Singing  How 
 Affairs,  &c. 
 
 SUbduing  Fair!  what  will  you  win 
 To  ufe  a  needlefs  Dart: 
 Why  then  fo  many,  to  take  in 
 
 One  undefended  Heart? 
 I  came  expcs'd  to  all  your  Charms, 
 
 'Gainft  which  the  firft  half  Hour 
 I  had  no  will  to  take  up  Arms, 
 
 And  in  the  next  no  Pow'r. 
 How  can  you  chufe  but  win  the  Day  ? 
 
 Who  can  refift  your  Siege, 
 Who  in  one  Aftion  know  the  way 
 
 To  Vanquifhand  Oblige? 
 
 Your 
 
Toetns  on  ftveral  Occaftons.  1 3  3 
 
 Your  Voice,  whifh  cm  in  melting  Strains 
 
 Teach  Beauty  to  be  blind, 
 Confines  me  yet  in  ft  ronger  Chains, 
 
 By  being  foft  and  kind. 
 Whilft  you  my  trivial  Fancy  fing, 
 
 You  it  to  Wit  refine, 
 As  Learher  once  ftamp'd  by  a  King 
 
 Became  a  Current  Coin. 
 By  this  my  Verfe  is  fure  to  gain 
 
 Eternity  with  Men, 
 Which  by  your  Voice  it  will  obtain, 
 
 Though  never  by  my  Pen. 
 I'd  rather  in  your  Favour  live 
 
 Than  in  a  lafting  Name, 
 And  much  a  greater  rate  would  give 
 
 For  Happintfs  than  Fame. 
 
 SUBMISSION. 
 
 TIS  fo,  and  humbly  I  my  Will  refign, 
 Nor  dare  difpute  with  Providence  Divine, 
 In  vain,  alas!  we  ftruggle  with  our  Chains, 
 But  moreentangl'd  by  the  fruitlefs  Pains. 
 For  as  i'th'  great  Creation  of  this  All, 
 Nothing  by  Chance  could  in  fuch  Order  fall 5 
 And  what  would  (ingle  be  deform' d  confeft, 
 Grows  beauteous  in  its  Union  with  the  reft: 
 
 K  3  So 
 
1 34  Poems  on  fever al  Occajtons. 
 
 So  Providence  like  Wifdom  we  allow, 
 
 (For  what  created  once  does  govern  now) 
 
 And  the  fame  Fate  that  feems  to  one  Reverfe, 
 
 Is  neceflary  to  the  Uni  ver  fe. 
 
 All  thtfe  particular  and  various  things, 
 
 Link'd  to  their  Caufes  by  fuch  fecret  Springs, 
 
 Are  held  fo  faft,  and  governd  by  fuch  Art, 
 
 That  nothing  can  out  of  its  order  ftart. 
 
 The  World's  God's  VV a tch,  wherenothing  isfofraall. 
 
 But  makes  a  part  of  what  compofes  all: 
 
 Could  the  leaft  Pin  be  loft  or  eife  difplac'd, 
 
 The  World  would  be  diforder'd  and  defac'd, 
 
 It  beats  no  Puife  in  vain,  but  keeps  its  time, 
 
 And  undifcern'd  to  its  own  height  doth  climb  $ 
 
 Strung  firft,  and  daily  wound  up  by  his  Hand 
 
 Who  can  its  Motions  guide  and  underftand. 
 
 No  fecret  Cunning  then  nor  Multitude 
 
 Can  Providence  divert,  crofs  or  delude. 
 
 And  her  juft  full  Decrees  are  hidden  things, 
 
 Which  harder  are  to  find  than  Births  of  Springs. 
 
 Yet  all  in  various  Conforts  fitly  found, 
 
 And  by  their  Difcords  Harmony  compound. 
 
 Hence  is  that  Order,  Life  and  Energy, 
 
 Whereby  Forms  are  preferv'd  though  Matters  die$ 
 
 And  fhifting  drefs  keep  their  own  living  State: 
 
 So  that  what  kills  this,  does  that  propagate. 
 
 This  made  the  ancient  Sage  in  Rapture  crya 
 
 That  fure  the  World  had  full  Eternity. 
 
 For 
 
Toews  on  fever  al  Occafions.  135 
 
 For  though  it  felftfr  1  itoc  md  litefubmir, 
 
 I  md  governs  it$ 
 
 Ai  frtion  lent, 
 
 As  Love    1     Wifdora  fees  convenient. 
 
 For  he's  no  Tyrant,  nor  delights  to  grieve 
 
 The  Beings  which  from  him  alone  can  live. 
 
 He's  moll  concert  i'd,  and  hath  the  greateft  (hare 
 
 In  Man,  and  therefore  rakes  the  greateft  care 
 
 To  make  him  happy,  who  alone  can  be 
 
 So  by  Submiffion  and  Conformity. 
 
 For  why  ihould  Changes  here  below  furprize, 
 
 When  the  whole  World  its  Revolution  tries? 
 
 Where  were  our  Springs,  our  Harvefts  pleafant  ufe» 
 
 Unlefs  Viciflitude  did  them  produce? 
 
 Nay,  what  can  be  fo  wearifome  a  Pain 
 
 As  when  no  Alterations  entertain? 
 
 To  lofe,  or  fuffer,  to  be  fick  and  die, 
 
 Arreft  us  by  the  fame  Neceflity. 
 
 Nor  could  they  trouble  us,  but  that  our  Mind 
 
 Hath  its  own  Glory  unto  Drofs  confind. 
 
 For  outward  things  remove  not  from  their  Place, 
 
 'Till  our  Souls  run  to  beg  their  mean  embrace  3 
 
 Then  doting  on  the  Choice  make  it  our  own. 
 
 By  placing  Trifles  in  th'  Opinion's  Throne. 
 
 So  when  they  are  divore'd  by  fome  new  crofs, 
 
 Our  Souls  fcem  widow'd  by  the  fatal  Lofs: 
 
 But  could  we  keep  our  Grandeur  and  our  State, 
 
 Nothing  below  would  feem  unfortunate  > 
 
 K  4  But 
 
l$6  Toems  on  fever  al  Occupons . 
 
 But  Grace  and  Reafon,  which  beft  Succours  bring, 
 
 Would  with  advantage  manage  ev'ry  thing  -, 
 
 And  by  right  Judgment  would  prevent  our  Moan 
 
 For  lofing  that  which  never  was  our  own. 
 
 For  right  Opinion's  like  a  Marble  Grott, 
 
 rn  Summer  cool,  and  in  the  Winter  hot  5 
 
 A  Principle  which  in  each  Fortune  lives, 
 
 Beftowing  Catholick  Prefervatives. 
 
 'Tis  this  refolves,  there  are  no  Lodes  where 
 
 Virtue  and  Reafon  are  continu'd  there. 
 
 The  meaneft  Soul  might  fuch  a  Fortune  (hare, 
 
 But  no  mean  Soul  could  fo  that  Fortune  bear. 
 
 Thus  I  compofe  my  Thoughts  grown  infolent, 
 
 As  th'  lrijh  Harper  doth  his  Inftrumentj 
 
 Which  if  once  ftruck  doth  Murmur  and  Complain, 
 
 But  the  next  Touch  will  filence  all  again. 
 
 2  Cor.  V.  xix.  God  was  in  Chrifl  reconciling  the 
 IVorld  to  'himfelf* 
 
 WHen  God,  contracted  to  Humanity, 
 Could  figh  andfuffcr,  could  be  fickanddie5 
 .  When  all  the  heap  of  Miracles  combin'd 
 To  form  the  greateft,  which  was,  fave  Mankind: 
 Then  God  took  ftand  in  Chrift,  ftudying  a  way 
 How  to  repair  the  ruin'd  World's  decay. 
 His  Love,  Pow'r,  Wifdom,  muftfome  means  procure 
 His  Mercy  to  advance,  Juftice  fecure: 
 
 And 
 
'Poems  on  ft  ver  al  Occajions.  137 
 
 And  fince  Man  in  fuch  Mifery  was  hurl'd, 
 
 It  cofl  him  more  to  lave  than  make  the  World. 
 
 Oh  !  what  a  defp'rate  Load  of  Sins  had  we, 
 
 When  God  mull  plot  for  our  Felicity  ? 
 
 When  God  muft  beg  us  that  he  may  forgive, 
 
 And  dye  himfelf  before  Mankind  could  live  ? 
 
 And  what  (till  are  we,   when  our  King  in  vain 
 
 Begs  his  loft  Rebels  to  be  Friends  again  ? 
 
 What  Floods  of  Love  proceed  from  Heav'n's  Smile, 
 
 At  once  to  Pardon  and  to  Reconcile  ? 
 
 What  God  himfelf  hath  made  he  cannot  hate, 
 
 For  'tis  one  Ad:  to  Love  and  to  Create  : 
 
 And  he's  too  perfed  full  of  Majefty, 
 
 To  need  Additions  from  our  Mifery. 
 
 He  hath  a  Father's,  not  a  Tyrant's,  Joy  5 
 
 Shews  more  his  Pow'r  to  fave,  than  to  deftroy. 
 
 Did  there  ten  thoufand  Worlds  to  ruin  fall, 
 
 One  God  could  Save,   one  Chrift  Redeem  them  all. 
 
 Be  lilent  then,  ye  narrow  Souls,  take  heed 
 
 Left  you  reftrain  the  Mercy  you  will  need. 
 
 But,  O  my  Soul,  from  thefe  be  different, 
 
 Imitate  thou  a  nobler  Precedent  : 
 
 As  God  with  open  Arms  the  World  does  woo, 
 
 Learn  thou  like  God  to  be  enlarged  too  ^ 
 
 As  he  begs  thy  confent  to  Pardon  thee, 
 
 Learn  to  fubmit  unto  thy  Enemy  i 
 
 As  he  ft ands  ready  thee  to  entertain, 
 
 Be  thou  as  forward  to  return  again  5 
 
 As 
 
138  Toems  on  f ever  al  Occafîons* 
 
 As  he  was  Crucify 'd  for  and  by  thee, 
 Crucifie  thou  what  caus'd  his  ^gony  $ 
 And  like  to  him  be  mortify'd  to  Sin, 
 Die  to  the  World  as  he  dy'd  for  it  then. 
 
 The   WO  R  LT>. 
 
 WE  falfly  think  it  due  unto  our  Friends, 
 That  we  (hould  grieve  for  their  untimely  Ends, 
 He  that  furveys  the  World  withferious  Eyes, 
 Andftirs  her  from  her  grofs  and  weak  Difguife, 
 Shall  find  'tis  Injury  to  mourn  their  Fate  5 
 He  only  dies  untimely  who  dies  late. 
 For  if  'twere  told  to  Children  in  the  Womb, 
 To  what  a  Stage  of  Mifchiefs  they  mufl  come  5 
 Could  they  forefee  with  how  much  Toil  and  Sweat 
 Men  court  that  gilded  Nothing,  being  Great  5 
 What  Pains  they  take  not  to  be  what  they  feem, 
 Rating  their  Blifs  by  others  falfe  Efteem, 
 And  facrificing  their  Content,  to  be 
 Guilty  of  grave  and  ferious  Vanity  $ 
 How  each  Condition  hath  its  proper  Thorns, 
 And  what  one  Man  admires,  another  fcorns  $ 
 How  frequently  their  Happinefs  they  mifs, 
 So  far  even  from  agreeing  what  it  is, 
 That  the  fame  Perfon  we  can  hardly  find, 
 LWho  is  an  Hour  together  in  one  Mind  : 
 
 Sure 
 
Poems  on  fever  al  Occafions.  139 
 
 Sure  they  would  beg  a  Period  of  their  Breath, 
 
 And  what  we  call  their  Birth  would  count  their  Death. 
 
 Mankind  is  Mad>  for  none  can  live  alone, 
 
 Becaufe  their  Joys  (land  by  Coinparifon  : 
 
 And  yet  they  quarrel  at  Society, 
 
 And  ftrive  to  kill  they  know  not  whom,  nor  why. 
 
 We  all  live  by  Miftake,  delight  in  Dreams, 
 
 Loft  to  our  felves,  and  dwelling  in  Extreams  ^ 
 
 Reje&ing  what  we  have,  tho*  ne'er  fo  good, 
 
 And  prizing  what  we  never  Underftood. 
 
 Compar'd  t'  our  boiflerous  Inconftancy 
 
 Tempefts  are  calm,  and  Difcords  Harmony. 
 
 Hence  we  reverfe  the  WorJd,  and  yet  do  find 
 
 The  God  that  made  can  hardly  pleafe  our  Mind. 
 
 We  live  by  Chance,  and  flip  into  Events  5 
 
 Have  all  of  Beafts  except  their  Innocence. 
 
 The  Soul,  which  no  Mans  Pow'r  can  reach,  aThing 
 
 That  makes  each  Woman  Man,  each  Man  a  King, 
 
 Doth  fo  much  lofe,  and  from  its  height  fo  fall, 
 
 That  fome  contend  to  have  no  Soul  at  all. 
 
 Tis  either  not  obferv'd,  or  at  the  beft 
 
 By  Paflion  fought  withal,  by  Sin  depreft. 
 
 Freedom  of  Will  (God's  Image)  is  forgot  > 
 
 And  if  we  know  it,  we  improve  it  not. 
 
 Our  Thoughts,  tho*  nothing  can  be  more  our  own, 
 
 Are  (till  unguided,  very  feldom  known. 
 
 Time  'fcapes  our  Hands  as  Water  in  a  Sieve, 
 
 We  come  to  die  e  er  we  begin  to  live. 
 
 Truth, 
 
140  Toems  on  fever  al  Occasions. 
 
 Truth,  the  moft  futable  and  noble  Prize, 
 
 Food  of  our  Spirits,  yet  negleded  lies. 
 
 Error  and  Shadows  are  our  choice,  and  we 
 
 Owe  our  Perdition  to  our  own  Decree. 
 
 If  we  fearch  Truth,  we  make  it  more  obfcure  3 
 
 And  when  it  fhines,  cannot  the  Light  endure. 
 
 For  moft  Men  now,  who  plod,  and  eat,  and  drink, 
 
 Have  nothing  lefs  their  Bus'nefs  than  to  think. 
 
 And  thofe  few  that  enquire,  how  fmall  a  (hare 
 
 Of  Truth  they  find,  how  dark  their  Notions  are  \ 
 
 That  ferious  Evennefs  that  calms  the  Breaft, 
 
 And  in  a  Tempeft  can  beftow  a  Reft, 
 
 We  either  not  attempt,  or  elfe  decline, 
 
 By  ev'ry  trifle  fnatch'd  from  our  Defign. 
 
 (Others  he  muft  in  his  Deceits  involve, 
 
 Who  is  not  true  unto  his  own  Refolve.) 
 
 We  govern  not  our  felves,  but  loofe  the  Reins, 
 
 Counting  our  Bondage  to  a  thoufand  Chains  5 
 
 And  with  as  many  Slaveries  content, 
 
 As  there  are  Tyrants  ready  to  torment, 
 
 We  live  upon  a  Rack  extended  ft  ill 
 
 To  one  Extream  or  both,  but  always  ill. 
 
 For  fince  our  Fortune  is  not  underftood, 
 
 We  fuffer  lefs  from  bad  than  from  the  good* 
 
 The  Sting  is  better  dreft  and  longer  lafts, 
 
 As  Surfeits  are  more  dangerous  than  Fafts. 
 
 And  to  compleat  the  Mifery  to  us, 
 
 We  fee  Extreams  are  ftill  contiguous. 
 
 4nd 
 
Toons  on  fever  al  Occafions.  141 
 
 And  as  wc  run  fo  faft  from  what  we  hate, 
 Like  Squibs  on  Ropes',  to  know  no  middle  ftate  -, 
 So  outward  Storms  ftrengthned  by  us,  we  find 
 Our  Fortune  as  difordcr'd  as  our  Mind. 
 But  that's  excus'd  by  this,  it  doth  its  part  s 
 A  treachrous  World  befits  a  treach'rous  Heart. 
 All  Ill's  our  own,  the  outward  Storms  we  loath 
 Receive  from  us  their  Birth,  their  Sting,  or  both. 
 And  that  our  Vanity  be  paft  a  doubt, 
 Tis  one  new  Vanity  to  find  it  out. 
 Happy  are  they  to  whom  God  gives  a  Grave, 
 And  from  themfelves  as  from  his  Wrath  doth  fave. 
 'Tis  good  not  to  be  born  -9  but  if  we  muft, 
 The  next  good  is,  foon  to  return  to  Duft. 
 When  th'  uncag'd  Soul,  fled' to  Eternity, 
 Shall  reft,  and  live,  and  fing,  and  love,  and  fee. 
 Here  we  but  crawl  and  grovel,  play  and  cry  i 
 Are  rirft  our  own,  then  others,  Enemy  : 
 But  there  (hall  be  defac'd  both  ftain  and  fcore, 
 For  Time,  and  Death,  and  Sin  (hall  be  no  more. 
 
 The   SOU  L. 
 
 I. 
 
 HOW  vain  a  thing  is  Man,  whofenobleftPart, 
 That  Soul  which  thro5  the  World  doth  rome, 
 Traverfes  Heav'n,  finds  out  the  Depth  of  Art, 
 Yet  is  fo  ignorant  at  home  ? 
 
 II. 
 
142  Poems  on  feveral  Occajtons. 
 
 II. 
 
 In  ev'ry  Brook  or  Mirrour  we  can  find 
 
 Refle&ions  of  our  Face  to  be  * 
 But  a  true  Optick  to  prefcnt  our  Mind 
 
 We  hardly  get,  and  darkly  fee. 
 
 III. 
 Yet  in  the  fearch  after  our  felves  we  run, 
 
 Adions  and  Caufes  we  furvey  5 
 And  when  the  weary  Chafe  is  almoft  done, 
 
 Then  from  our  Queft  we  flip  away. 
 
 IV. 
 Tis  ftrange  and  fad,  that  fince  we  do  believe 
 
 We  have  a  Soul  muft  never  die, 
 There  are  fo  few  that  can  a  Reafon  give 
 
 How  it  obtains  that  Life,  or  why. 
 
 V. 
 I  wonder  not  to  find  thofe  that  know  moft, 
 
 Profefs  fo  much  their  Ignorance  3 
 Since  in  their  own  Souls  greateft  Wits  are  loft, 
 
 And  of  themfelves  have  fcarce  a  glance. 
 
 VI. 
 But  fomewhat  fure  doth  here  obfeurely  lye, 
 
 That  above  Drofs  would  fain  advance, 
 And  pants  and  catches  at  Eternity, 
 
 As  'twere  its  own  Inheritance. 
 
 VII. 
 A  Soul  felf-mov'd  which  can  dilate,  contrad, 
 
 pierces  and  judges  Things  unfeen  : 
 
 But 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occajions.  143 
 
 But  this  grofs  Heap  of  Matter  cannot  ad, 
 
 Unlefs  impulfed  from  within. 
 
 VIII. 
 Difhncc  and  Quantity,  to  Bodies  due, 
 
 The  ftatc  of  Souls  cannot  admit  5 
 And  all  the  Contraries  which  Nature  knew 
 
 Meet  there,  nor  hurt  themfelvcs,  nor  it. 
 
 IX. 
 God  never  Body  made  fo  bright  and  clean, 
 
 Which  Good  and  Evil  could  difcern  : 
 What  thefe  Words  Honefty  and  Honour  mean, 
 
 The  Soul  alone  knows  how  to  learn. 
 
 X. 
 And  tho'  'tis  true  (he  is  imprifon'd  here, 
 
 Yet  hath  (he  Notions  of  her  own, 
 Which  Senfe  doth  only  jog,  awake,  and  clear, 
 
 But  cannot  at  the  lirft  make  known. 
 
 XI. 
 The  Soul  her  own  Felicity  hath  laid, 
 
 And  independent  on  the  Senfe, 
 Sees  the  weak  Terrors  which  the  World  invade 
 
 With  Pity  or  with  Negligence. 
 
 XII. 
 So  unconcern'd  (he  lives,  fo  much  above 
 
 The  Rubbifh  of  a  fordid  Jail, 
 That  nothing  doth  her  Energy  improve 
 
 So  much  as  when  thofe  Structures  fail. 
 
 xnr. 
 
144 
 
 'Poems  on  fevered  Occajtons. 
 XIII. 
 She's  then  a  Subftance  fubtile,  ftrong  and  pure, 
 
 So  immaterial  and  refin'd, 
 As  fpeaks  her  from  the  Body's  Fate  fecure, 
 And  wholly  of  a  diff'rent  Kind. 
 XIV. 
 Religion  for  Reward  in  vain  would  look, 
 
 Virtue  were  doom'd  to  Mifery, 
 All  Actions  were  like  Bubbles  in  a  Brook, 
 Were't  not  for  Immortality. 
 
 XV. 
 But  as  that  Conqueror  who  Millions  fpent 
 
 Thought  it  too  mean  to  give  a  Mite  3 
 So  the  World's  Judge  can  never  be  content 
 To  bellow  lefs  than  Infinite. 
 
 XVI. 
 Treafon  againft  Eternal  Majefty 
 
 Muft  have  Eternal  Juitice  too  ;  : 
 And  fince  unbounded  Love  did  fatisfic, 
 He  will  unbounded  Mercy  fhew. 
 XVII. 
 It  is  our  narrow  Thoughts  fhorten  thefe  Thingsâ 
 
 By  their  Companion  Flefii  inclin'd  ; 
 Which  feeling  its  own  Weaknefs,  gladly  brings 
 The  fame  Opinion  to  the  Mind. 
 
 XVIII. 
 We  ftine  our  own  Sun,  and  live  in  Shade  $ 
 But  where  its  Beams  do  once  appear, 
 
 ^  They 
 
Tocws  on  fever  al  Oc  caftons,  J45 
 
 They  make  that  Perfon  of  himfclf  afraid, 
 And  to  his  ow,i  A^ts  mod  feverç, 
 XIX. 
 For  ways  to  fin  clofc,  and  our  Breads  difguife 
 From  outward  Search,  we  foon  may  find  ; 
 But  who  can  his  own  Soul  bribe  or  furprife, 
 Or  Sin  without  a  Sting  behind  ? 
 
 XX. 
 He  that  Commands  himfelf,  is  more  a  Prince 
 
 Than  he  who  Nations  keeps  in  Awe  j 
 Who  yield  to  all  that  does  their  Souls  convince, 
 Shall  never  need  another  Law. 
 
 HAPPINESS. 
 
 NAture  courts  Happinefs,  altho'  it  be 
 Unknown  as  the  Athenian  Deity. 
 It  dwells  not  in  Man's  Senfe,  yet  he  fupplies 
 That  want  by  growing  fond  of  its  Difguife, 
 The  falfe  appearances  of  Joy  decern  j, 
 And  feeking  her  unto  her  like  we  cleave. 
 For  finking  Man  hath  fcarce  Senfe  left  to  know 
 Whether  the  Plank  he  grafps  will  hold  or  no, 
 While  all  the  Bufmefs  of  the  World  is  this, 
 To  feek  that  Good  which  by  Miftake  they  mifs, 
 And  all  the  feveral  Paillons  Men  exprefs, 
 Are  but  for  Pleafure  in  a  different  Drfs, 
 
 h  They 
 
146  Toems  on  fever  al  Occa  (tons. 
 
 They  hope  for  Happinefs  in  being  Great, 
 Or  Rich,  or  Lov'd,  then  hug  their  own  Conceit. 
 But  the  Good  Man  can  find  this  Treafure  out, 
 For  which  in  vain  others  do  dig  and  doubt  5 
 And  hath  fuch  fecret  full  Content  within, 
 Tho'  all  abroad  be  Storms,  yet  he  can  Sing. 
 His  Peace  is  made,  ail's  Quiet  in  that  Place, 
 Where  Nature's  cur'd  and  exercis'd  by  Grace. 
 This  inward  Calm  prevents  his  Enemies* 
 For  he  can  neither  Envy  nor  Dcfpife  : 
 But  in  the  Beauty  of  his  order'd  Mind 
 Doth  ftill  a  new  rich  Satisfa&ion  find. 
 Innocent  Epicure  !  whofe  fingle  Breaft 
 Can  furnifh  him  with  a  continual  Feaft. 
 A  Prince  at  home,  and  Scepters  can  refufe  3 
 Valuing  only  what  he  cannot  lofe. 
 He  ftudies  to  do  Good}  (  a  Man  may  be 
 Harmlefs  for  want  of  Opportunity  :) 
 But  he's  induftrious  Kindnefs  to  difpence, 
 And  therein  only  covets  Eminence. 
 Others  do  court  Applaufe  and  Fame,  but  he 
 Thinks  all  that  giiuy  Noife  but  Vanity. 
 He  takes  no  Pains  to  be  obferv  d  or  feen, 
 While  all  his  Acts  are  echo'd  from  within. 
 He's  ftill  himfelf,  when  Company  are  gone, 
 Too  well  employ'd  ever  to  be  alone.' 
 For  ftudying  God  in  all  his  Volumes,  he 
 Begins  the  Bufinefs  of  Eternity. 
 
 And 
 
*Poems  c:  al  Occajîons.  147 
 
 And  unconccn.         houtj  retains a  Pow'r 
 
 To  fuck  (like  beesf)  a  Sweet  from  ev'ry  Fiow'r, 
 And  as  the  Manna  of  the  lfraelites 
 Ha,  fevral  Taftes  to  pleafeall  Appetites; 
 
 So  his  Contentment  is  that  Catholick  F       , 
 That  makes  all  States  feera  fit  ;.s  W   'I  as     >od. 
 He  dares  not  will,  nor  his  own  Fate  :und  $ 
 
 But,  if  God  fends,  reads  Love  in  evry  Wound  ; 
 And  would  not  lofe,  for  all  the  Joys  of  Senfe, 
 The  glorious  Pleafures  of  Obedience. 
 His  better  Part  can  neither  change  nor  lofe, 
 And  all  Cod's  Will  can  bear,  can  do,  can  chufe, 
 
 T>  E  A  T  H. 
 
 I. 
 
 HOW  weak  a  Star  doth  rule  Mankind, 
 Which  owes  its  Ruin  to  the  fame 
 Caufes,  which  Nature  had  deQgti'd 
 
 To  cherifli  and  preferve  the  Frame  ! 
 II. 
 As  Common-wealths  may  be  fecure, 
 
 And  no  remote  Invafion  dread  j 
 Yet  may  a  fadder  F*U  endure 
 
 From  Traitors  in  their  Bofom  bred  : 
 III. 
 So  while  we  feel  no  Violence, 
 And  on  our  aftive  Health  dj  truftj 
 L  1 
 
148  Toems  on  fever  al  Occafïons. 
 
 A  fecret  Hand  doth  fnatch  us  hence, 
 
 And  tumbles  us  into  the  Duft. 
 IV. 
 Yet  carelefly  we  run  our  Race, 
 
 As  if  we  could  Death's  Summons  wave 5 
 And  think  not  on  the  narrow  Space 
 
 Between  a  Table  and  a  Grave. 
 V. 
 But  fince  we  cannot  Death  reprieve, 
 
 Our  Souls  and  Fame  we  ought  to  mind, 
 For  they  our  Bodies  will  furvive  j 
 
 That  goes  beyond,  this  ftays  behind. 
 VI. 
 If  I  be  fure  my  Soul  is  fafe, 
 
 And  that  my  Aftions  will  provide 
 My  Tomb  another  Epitaph, 
 
 Then  that  I  only  liv'd  and  dy'd  : 
 
 vif. 
 
 So  that  in  various  Accidents 
 
 I  Confcience  may  and  Honour  keep  $ 
 
 I  with  that  Eafe  and  Innocence 
 Shall  dye,  as  Infants  go  to  deep. 
 
 To  the  Qjj  een'j  M  aj  e  s  t  y,  on  her  late  Sick- 
 nefs  and  Recovery. 
 
 THE  publick  Gladnefs  that's  to  us  reftor'd, 
 For  your  Efcape  from  what  we  fo  deplor'd. 
 
 Will 
 
Toons  on  fever  al  Occafîons.  149 
 
 Will  want  as  well  Refemblance  as  Belief, 
 Unlefs  our  Joy  be  meafur'd  by  your  Grief. 
 When  in  your  Fever  we  with  Terror  faw 
 At  once  our  Hopes  and  Happinefs  withdraw  5 
 And  zx'iy  Cr/fis  <Jiù  with  jealous  Fear 
 1    quire  the  News  we  fearce  durit  flay  to  hear. 
 Some  dying  Princes  have  their  Servants  flain, 
 That  after  Death  they  might  not  want  a  Train 
 Such  Cruelty  were  here  a  necdlefs  Sin  5 
 For  bad  our  fatal  Fears  prophetick  been, 
 Sorrow  alore  that  Service  would  have  done, 
 And  }ou  by  Nations  had  been  waited  on. 
 Your  Danger  was  in  ev'ry  Vifage  feen  5 
 And  only  yours  was  quiet  and  fcrene. 
 Eut  all  our  zealous  Grief  had  been  in  vain, 
 Had  not  Great  Charles's  call'd  you  back  again  : 
 Who  did  your  Sufferings  with  fuch  Pain  difcern, 
 He  loft  three  Kingdoms  once  with  kfs  Concern. 
 Lab'ring  your  Safety  he  neglefled  his, 
 Nor  fear'd  he  Death  in  any  Shape  but  this. 
 His  Genius  did  the  bold  Diftemper  tame, 
 And  his  rich  Tears  quench'd  the  rebellious  Flame. 
 At  once  the  Thracian  Hero  lov'd  and  griev'd, 
 -  'J  ill  he  his  loft  Felicity  retrieved  • 
 And  with  the  moving  Accents  of  his  Woe, 
 His  Spoufe  recover'd  from  the  Shades  below. 
 So  the  King's  Grief  your  threatned  Lofs  withftood, 
 Who  mourn'd  with  the  fame  Fortune  that  he  wooM . 
 
 L  3  And 
 
1 50  'poems  on  feveral  Occasions. 
 
 And  to  his  ha>py  Paflion  we  have  been 
 JsIoa'  twice  obhg'd  for  fo  ador'd  a  Queen. 
 But  how  fevere  a  Choice  had  you  to  make, 
 When  you  mufi.  Heavn  delay,  or  Him  forfake  ? 
 Yet  fince  rhofe  Joys  you  made  fuch  hafte  to  find 
 Had  fcarce  been  full  if  he  were  left  behind, 
 How  well  did  Fate  decide  your  inward  Strife, 
 By  making  h  m  a  Prefent  of  your  Life  ? 
 Which  irelcû'd  Bkïling  he  mud  long  enjoy, 
 Since  our  Offences  could  it  not  deftroy. 
 For  none  but  Death  durft  rival  him  in  you  5 
 And  Death  himfelf  was  baffled  in  it  too. 
 
 Upon  Mr.  Abraham  Cowley's  Retirement, 
 ODE. 
 
 I. 
 
 NO,  no>  unfaithful  World,  thou  baft 
 Too  long  my  eafie  Heart  bet  ray 'd, 
 And  mè  too  long  thy  Foot- ball  made  : 
 But  I  am  wifer  grown  at  laft, 
 And  will  improve  by  all  that  I  have  paft. 
 I  know  'twas  Juft  I  fliould  be  pradis'd  on  3 
 
 For  I  was  told  before, 
 And  told  in  feber  and  inftrucrive  lore, 
 How  little  all  that  trufted  thee  have  won  : 
 And  yet  I  would  make  hafte  to  be  undone. 
 
 Now 
 
Toeins  on  fever al  Occafions.  151 
 
 Now  by  my  SutPring  I  am  better  taught, 
 And  ih  ill  no  more  commit  that  fiupid  Fault. 
 Go;  get  Tome  pther  Tool, 
 Whom  thou  may 'il  next  cajole  : 
 On  me  thy  Frowns  thou  doft  in  vain  beftow; 
 
 For  I  know  how 
 To  be  as  coy  and  as  referv'd  as  thou. 
 
 II. 
 In  my  remote  and  humble  Seat 
 Now  I'm  again  pofleft 
 Of  that  late  Fugitive,  my  Breaft, 
 From  all  thy  Tumults  and  from  all  thy  Heat 
 I'll  find  :  and  a  cool  Retreat  5 
 
 And  on  the  Fetters  I  have  worn 
 Look  u  ith  experienc/d  and  revengeful  Scorn 
 Ji  this  my  fov'raign  Privacy. 
 'Tis  rrue  I  cannot  govern  thee, 
 Bnt  yet  my  felf  I  may  fubdue  ^ 
 And  that's  the  noblej  Iimpire  of  the  two. 
 If  ev'iy  Paflion  had  got  leave 
 Its  Satisfaction  to  receive, 
 Yet  I  would  it  a  higher  Pleafure  call, 
 To  Conquer  one,  than  to  indulge  them  all. 
 
 III. 
 For  thy  inconftant  Sea,  no  more 
 Hi  leave  that  fafe  and  fol  id  Shore  : 
 No,  tho'  to  profper  in  the  Cheat, 
 Thou  would'ft  my  Djftiny  defeat, 
 
 L  4  And 
 
i$2  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajîons. 
 
 And  make  me  be  Belov'd,  or  Rich,  or  Great! 
 
 Nor  from  my  felf  (hould'ft  me  reclaim 
 With  all  the  Noife  and  all  the  Pomp  of  Fame. 
 
 Judicioufly  1*11  thefe  defpife  5 
 Too  fmall  the  Bargain,  and  too  great  the  Price* 
 For  them  to  Cozen  twice. 
 
 At  length  this  Secret  I  have  learnM  5 
 Who  will  be  Happy,  muft  be  unconcern  d, 
 Mull  all  their  Comfort  in  their  Bofom  wear, 
 And  feek  their  Treafure  and  their  Pow'r  there. 
 
 IV. 
 
 No  other  Wealth  will  I  afpire, 
 
 But  that  of  Nature  to  admire  5 
 Nor  Envy  on  a  Lawrel  will  beftow, 
 Whilft  I  have  any  in  my  Garden  grow. 
 And  when  I  would  be  Great, 
 
 'Tis  but  afcending  to  a  Seat 
 Which  Nature  in  a  lofty  Rock  hath  built  $ 
 A  Throne  as  free  from  Trouble  as  from  Guilt. 
 
 Where  when  my  Soul  her  Wings  doth  raife 
 
 Above  what  Worldlings  fear  or  praife, 
 With  innocent  and  quiet  Pride  I'll  fit, 
 And  fee  the  humble  Waves  pay  Tribute  to  my  Feet. 
 O  Life  Divine,  when  free  from  Joys  difeas'di 
 Not  always  Merry,  but  'tis  always  Pieas'd  J 
 
 V. 
 
 A  Heart,  which  is  too  great  a  Thing 
 To  be  a  Prefent  for  a  Terfian  King, 
 
 Which 
 
Toems  on  fever  a  I  Occajions.  1 75 
 
 Which  God  himfelf  would  have  to  be  his  Court, 
 Where  Angels  would  ofticioufly  refort, 
 
 From  its  own  heighc  fhould  much  decline, 
 
 If  this  Converfe  it  fhould  refign 
 
 (Ill-natur'd  World  !)  for  thine. 
 Thy  unwife  rigor  hath  thy  Empire  loft  5 
 
 It  hath  not  only  fet  me  free, 
 But  it  hath  made  me  fee, 
 They  only  can  of  thy  Poffeffion  boaft, 
 Who  do  enjoy  thee  lead,  and  underftand  thee  moft. 
 For  lo,  the  Man  whom  all  Mankind  admir'd, 
 (By  ev'ry  Grace  adorn'd,  and  ev'ry  Mufe  infpir'd) 
 
 Is  now  Triumphantly  retir'd. 
 
 The  mighty  Cowley  this  hath  done, 
 And  over  thee  a  Parthian  Conqueft  won  : 
 
 Which  future  Ages  (hall  adore, 
 
 And  which  in  this  fubdues  thee  more 
 Than  either  Greek  or  Roman  ever  could  before. 
 
 The  Irifh  Grey -hound. 
 
 BEhold  this  Creature's  Form  and  State  5 
 Which  Nature  therefore  did  Create, 
 That  to  the  World  might  be  expreft 
 What  Mein  there  can  be  in  a  Bead. 
 And  that  we  in  this  Shape  may  find 
 
 A  Lion  of  another  Kind. 
 
 For 
 
1 54  Toems  on  feveral  Occafions. 
 
 For  this  Heroick  Beaft  does  feem 
 
 In  Majefty  to  Rival  him. 
 
 And  yet  vouchfafes,  to  Man,  to  (hew 
 
 Both  Service  and  Submifiion  too. 
 
 From  whence  we  this  Diitmdion  have, 
 
 That  Beaft  is  Fierce,  but  this  is  Brave. 
 
 This  Dog  hath  fo  himfelf  fubdud, 
 
 That  Hunger  cannot  make  him  rude  : 
 
 And  his  Behaviour  does  confefs 
 
 True  Courage  dwells  with  Gemlenefs. 
 
 With  itemed  Wolves  he  dares  engage, 
 
 And  ads  on  them  fuctefsful  Rage. 
 
 Yet  too  much  Courtcfie  may  chance 
 
 To  put  him  out  of  Countenance. 
 
 When  in  his  Oppofer's  Blood, 
 
 Fortune  hath  made  his  Virtue  good  5 
 
 This  Creature  from  an  Ad  fo  brave 
 
 Grows  not  more  Sullen,  but  more  Grave. 
 
 Man's  Guard  he  would  be,  not  his  Sport, 
 
 Believing  he  hath  ventur'd  for't  \ 
 
 But  yet  no  Blood,  or  fhed,  or  fpent, 
 
 Can  ever  make  him  infolent. 
 Few  Men  of  him,  to  do  great  Things  have  learnV, 
 And  when  they're  done,  to  be  fo  unconcernd. 
 
 SONG. 
 
<Poe?ns  on  fiver  al  Occafîons.  \  5  5 
 
 SON    G. 
 
 To  the  Tune  of  Sommes  nous  pas  trop  heureux. 
 
 L 
 
 HOW  prodigious  is  my  Fate, 
 Since  I  can't  determine  clearly, 
 Whether  you'll  do  m  ne  feverely 
 Giving  me  your  Love  or  Hate  I 
 
 For  if  you  with  Kindnefs  blefs  nie, 
 Since  from  you  I  foon  muft  part  5 
 
 Fortune  will  fo  difpoflefs  me, 
 That  your  Love  will  break  my  Heart. 
 
 II. 
 But  fince  Death  all  Sorrow  cures, 
 Might  Ichufe  my  way  of  dying, 
 I  could  wifh  the  Arrow  flyi 
 From  Fortune's  Quiver,  not  from  yours. 
 
 For  in  the  fad  unufual  Story 
 How  my  wretched  FLart  was  torn, 
 It  will  more  concern  your  GJory, 
 I  by  Abfence  fell  than  Scorn. 
 
 A  'Dialogue  between  Lucafia   and  Rofania,  Imita- 
 ting that  of  Gentle  Thirfis. 
 
 ^°f\/f^  Lucajia,  leave  the  Mountain  Tops, 
 
 XV JL     And  like  a  nearer  Air. 
 Luc.  How  (hall  I  then  forfake  my  Lovely  Flocks 
 Bequeathed  to  my  Care  >  Rof. 
 
156  Toems  on  feveral  Occa/ions. 
 
 Rof  Shepherdefs,  thy  Flocks  will  not  be  lefs, 
 
 Although  thou  fhouldfl  come  hither. 
 Luc.  But  I  fear  the  World  will  be  fevere, 
 
 Should  I  leave  them  to  go  thither. 
 Rof  O  !  my  Friend,  if  you  on  that  depend,  * 
 
 You'll  never  know  Content. 
 Luc.  Rather  I  near  thee  would  live  and  dye, 
 
 Would  Fortune  but  confent. 
 Rof  But  did  you  ask  leave  to  Love  me  too. 
 
 That  others  (houid  deprive  me  ? 
 Luc.  Not  ail  Mankind  a  Stratagem  can  find, 
 
 Which  from  that  Heart  fhould  drive  me. 
 Rof.  Better  *t  had  been  I  thee  had  never  feen, 
 
 Than  that  Content  to  lofe. 
 Lar.Such  are  thy  Charms,rd  dwell  within  thine  Arms, 
 
 Could  I  my  Station  chufe. 
 Rof.  When  Life  is  done,  the  World  to  us  is  gone, 
 
 And  all  our  Cares  do  end. 
 Luc.  Nay  I  know  there's  nothing  Sweet  below 
 
 Unlefs  it  be  a  Friend. 
 Rof.  Thenwhilftwe  Live,  this  Joy  let's  take  and  give, 
 
 Since  Death  us  foon  will  fever. 
 Luc.  But  1  truft,  when  crumbled  into  Duft, 
 
 We  ihall  meet,  and  Love  for  erer. 
 
 SONG. 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occa fions.  157 
 
 SONG.     To  the  Tune  of  Adieu  Phillis. 
 
 TIS  trucj  our  Life  is  bur  a  long  Difeafe, 
 Made  up  of  real  Pain  and  feeming  Eafc. 
 You  Stars,  who  thefe  entangled  Fortunes  give, 
 O  tell  me  why 
 It  is  fo  hard  to  dye, 
 Yet  fuch  a  Task  to  Live  ? 
 If  with  fome  Pleafure  we  our  Griefs  betray, 
 It  cofts  us  dearer  than  it  can  repay. 
 For  Time  or  Fortune  all  Things  fo  devours  3 
 Our  hopes  are  croft, 
 Or  elfe  the  Object  loft, 
 E'er  we  can  call  it  ours. 
 
 An  Epitaph  on  my  Honoured  Mother-in- Law 
 Mrs.  Phillips  of  Portheynon  in  Cardiganlhire, 
 who  dyed  Jan.  1.  Anno  166*. 
 
 REader  ftay,  it  is  but  juft  \ 
 Thou  'doft  not  tread  on  common  Duft. 
 For  underneath  this  Stone  does  lye 
 One  whofe  Name  can  never  dye  : 
 Who  from  an  Honour'd  Lineage  fprung, 
 Was  to  another  matched  Young  ^ 
 VVhofc  Happinefs  (lie  ever  fought  * 
 One  Blefling  wa?,  and  many  brought. 
 
 And 
 
153  Toems  on  fever  al  Occa/ïons. 
 
 And  to  her  Spoufe  her  Faith  did  prove 
 By  fifteen  Pledges  of  their  Love. 
 But  when  by  Death  of  him  depriv'd, 
 An  honourable  Widow  liv'd 
 Full  four  and  twenty  Years,  wherein 
 Though  fhe  had  much  afflided  been, 
 Saw  many  of  her  Children  fall  5 
 And  publick  Ruin  threaten  all. 
 Yet  from  above  afiifted,  fhe 
 Both  did  and  fuffer'd  worthily. 
 She  to  the  Crown  and  Church  a dher'd, 
 And  in  their  Sorrows  them  rever'd, 
 With  Piety  which  knew  no  Strife, 
 But  was  as  Sober  as  her  Life. 
 A  furnifh'd  Table,  open  Door, 
 That  for  her  Friends,  this  for  the  Poor, 
 She  kept  5  yet  did  her  Fortune  find, 
 Too  narrow  for  her  nobler  Mind  3 
 Which  feeking  Objeds  to  relieve, 
 Did  Food  to  many  Orphans  give, 
 Who  in  her  Life  no  want  did  know, 
 But  all  the  Poor  are  Orphans  now. 
 Yet  hold,  her  Fame  is  much  too  fafe, 
 To  need  a  written  Epitaph. 
 Her  Fame  was  fo  confefs'd,  that  fhe 
 Can  never  here  forgotten  be, 
 Till  Cardigan  it  felf  become 
 To  its  own  ruin  d  Heaps  a  Tomb. 
 
 Lucafia, 
 
*Poems  on  ft  ver  al  Occajïons.  159 
 
 Lucafia,  Rofania,  and  Orind  1,  parting  at  a  Foun- 
 tain, July  1669. 
 
 I. 
 
 HERE,  here  are  our  Enjoyments  clone, 
 And  fince  the  Love  and  Grief  we  wear 
 Forbids  us  either  Word  or  Tear, 
 And  Art  wants  here  Expreflion, 
 See  Nature  furnilh  us  with  one. 
 
 II. 
 The  kind  and  mournful  Nymph,  which  here 
 Inhibits  in  her  humbie  Cells, 
 No  longer  her  own  Sorrow  tell?, 
 Nor  for  it  now  concerned  appears, 
 Eut  for  our  Parting  fheds  thefe  Tears. 
 
 III. 
 Unlefs  (he  may  afflicted  be, 
 
 Left  we  (hould  doubt  her  Innocence  5 
 Since  fhe  hath  loft  her  beft  Pretence 
 Unto  a  m  itchlefs  Purity  j 
 Our  Love  being  clearer  far  than  (he. 
 
 IV. 
 Cold  as  the  Streams  that  from  her  flow 
 Or  (if  her  privater  Recefs 
 A  greater  Coldneft  can  exprefs) 
 Then  cold  as  thofe  dark  Beds  of  Snow 
 Our  Hearts  are  at  this  parting  Blow. 
 
 V. 
 
1 6o  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajïons, 
 
 V. 
 
 But  Time  that  has  both  Wings  and  Feet, 
 Our  Suffering  Minutes  being  fpent, 
 Will  vifit  us  with  new  Content. 
 
 And  fure,  if  Kindnefs  be  fo  fvveet, 
 
 Tis  harder  to  forget  than  meet, 
 
 VI. 
 
 Then  though  the  fad  Adieu  we  fay, 
 Yet  as  the  Wine  we  hither  bring, 
 Revives,  and  then  exalts  the  Spring  j 
 
 So  let  out  Hopes  to  meet,  allay 
 
 The  Fears  and  Sorrows  of  this  Day, 
 
 A  Farewel  to  Rofaniâ. 
 
 MY  Dear  Rofania>  fometimes  be  fo  kind 
 To  think  upon  the  Friend  thouleavft  behindf 
 And  wifh  Thee  here,  to  make  my  Joys  compleat, 
 Or  elfe  me  there,  to  (hare  thy  bleft  Retreat. 
 
 r 
 
 But  to  the  Heart  which  for  thy  Lofs  doth  mourn, 
 The  kindeft  Thought  is  that  of  quick  Return. 
 
 To  my  Lady  Anne  Boyle,  faying  1  lookdarir 
 grily  upon  her. 
 
 A 
 
 Dor'd  Valeria^  and  can  you  conclude 
 Orinda  loft  in  fuch  Ingratitude  ? 
 
 And 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occa fions.  1 6 1 
 
 And  fo  mif-fpeli  the  Language  of  my  Face, 
 
 When  in  my  Heart  you  have  fo  great  a  Place? 
 
 Ah  be  aflur'd  I  could  no  Look  dired 
 
 To  you,  not  full  ofPaffion  and  Rcfpcft. 
 
 Or  if  my  Looks  have  play'd  that  treach'rous  parr5 
 
 And  fo  much  mif-interprcted  my  Heart, 
 
 I  /hall  forgive  them  that  oneFallhood,  lefs 
 
 Thdu  all  their  Folly,  and  their  Uglinefs, 
 
 And  had  much  rather  chufe  they  fhould  appear 
 
 Always  unhandfomc,  than  once  unfincere. 
 
 But  I  muft  thank  your  Error,  which  procures 
 
 Me  fuch  obliging  Jealuufie  as  yours. 
 
 For  at  that  Quarrel  I  can  neer  repine, 
 
 Which  (hews  your  Kj'ndnefs,  tho'  it  omettions  mine. 
 
 To  your  Concern  1  pardon  your  Diftruft, 
 
 And  prize  your  Love,  ev'n  when  it  is  unjuft. 
 
 On  the  WELCH  LANGUAGE. 
 
 IF  Honour  to  an  ancient  Name  be  due, 
 Or  Riches  challenge  it  for  one  that's  new, 
 The  Britijh  Language  claims  in  either  Senfe, 
 Both  for  its  Age,  and  for  its  Opulence. 
 Bnt  all  great  Things  mufl  be  from  us  remov'd, 
 To  be  wirh  higher  Reverence  belov'd. 
 So  Landskips  which  in  Profpe&s  diftant  lye, 
 With  great  Wonder  draw  the  pleafed  Eye, 
 
 M 
 
1 62  <Poems  on  feveral  Occafions. 
 
 Is  not  great  Troy  to  one  dark  Ruin  hurl'd  ? 
 Once  the  fam'd  Scene  of  all  the  fighting  World. 
 Where's  Athens  wow  *  to  whom  Rome  Learning  owes, 
 And  the  fafe  Lawrels  that  adorn'd  her  Brows  ? 
 A  flrange  reverfe  of  Fate  (he  did  endure, 
 Never  once  greater,  than  (he's  now  obfcure. 
 Ev'n  Rome  her  felf  can  but  fome  Footfteps  fhow 
 Of  Scipio's  Times,  or  thofe  of  Cicero. 
 And  as  the  Roman  and  the  Grecian  State, 
 The  Britijh  fell,  the  fpoil  of  Time  and  Fate. 
 But  tho'  the  Language  hath  the  Beauty  loft, 
 Yet  (he  has  ftill  fome  great  Remains  to  boaft. 
 For  'twas  in  that,  the  facred  Bards  of  old, 
 In  deathlefs  Numbers  did  their  thoughts  unfold. 
 In  Groves,  by  Rivers,  and  on  fertile  Plains, 
 They  civiliz'd  and  taught  the  liffning  Swains  j 
 Whilft  with  high  Raptures,   and  as  great  Succefs, 
 Virtue  they  cloath'd  in  Mufick's  charming  Drefs. 
 This  Merlin  fpoke,  who  in  his  gloomy  Cave, 
 Ev'n  Deftiny  her  felf  feem'd  to  enfla ve. 
 For  to  his  Sight  the  future  Time  was  known, 
 Much  better  than  to  others  is  their  own  : 
 And  with  fuch  State,  Predidions  from  him  fell, 
 As  if  he  did  Decree,  and  not  Foretell. 
 This  fpoke  King  Arthur,  who,  if  Fame  be  true, 
 Could  have  compelled  Mankind  to  fpeak  it  too. 
 In  this  once  Boadicca  Valour  taught, 
 And  fpoke  more  nobly  than  her  Soldiers  fought  : 
 
 Tell 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occafïons.  i6$ 
 
 Tell  me  what  H&ro  could  do  more  than  fhe, 
 Who  fell  at  once  for  Fame  and  Liberty  ? 
 Nor  could  a  greater  Sacrifice  belong, 
 Or  to  her  Childrens,  or  her  Countries  wrong. 
 This  fpoke  Cara£îacusy  who  was  fo  brave, 
 That  to  the  Roman  Fortune  check  he  gave  : 
 And  when  their  Yoke  he  could  decline  no  more, 
 He  it  fo  decently,  and  nobly  wore, 
 That  Rome  her  felf  with  Bluflies  did  believe» 
 A  Britain  would  the  Law  of  Honour  give  -, 
 And  haftily  his  Chains  away  (he  threw, 
 Left  her  own  Captive  elfe  (hould  her  fubdue. 
 
 To  the  Counters  0/Thanet,  upon  her  Marriage. 
 
 Since  you  who  Credit  to  all  Wonders  bring, 
 That  Lovers  can  believe,  or  Poets  fing  * 
 Whofe  only  Shape  and  Fafliion  does  exprefs, 
 Your  Virtue  is  your  Nature  not  your  Drefs  -, 
 In  whom  the  mod  admir'd  Extreams  appear, 
 Humble  and  Fair,  Prudent  and  yet  Sincere  : 
 Whofe  matchlefs  Worth  tranfmitsfuch  fplcndid  Rays, 
 As  thofe  that  envy  it  are  fore'd  to  praife. 
 Since  you  have  found  fuch  an  illuftrious  Sphere, 
 And  are  refolvM  to  fix  your  Glories  there  5 
 A  Heart  whofe  bravery  to  his  Sex  fecures 
 As  much  Renown  as  you  have  done  to  yours  j 
 
 M  2  And 
 
i&j*  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajîons. 
 
 And  whofe  Perfeftions  in  obtaining  you, 
 
 Are  both  difcover'd  and  rewarded  too  3 
 
 'Twere  almofl  equal  boldnefs  to  invent 
 
 How  to  increafe  your  Merit,  or  Content. 
 
 Yet  fure  the  Mufes  fomewhat  have  to  fay, 
 
 But  they  will  fend  it  you  a  better  way  : 
 
 The  Court,  which  fo  much  to  their  Luftre  owes, 
 
 Muft  alfo  pay  you  its  officious  Vows. 
 
 But  whilft  this  ihews  Refped,  and  thofe  their  Art, 
 
 Let  me  too  fpeak  the  Language  of  my  Heart  j 
 
 Whofe  ruder  GfPrings  dare  approach  your  Shrine* 
 
 For  you,  who  merit  theirs,  can  pardon  mine; 
 
 Fortune  and  Virtue  with  fuch  heat  contend 
 
 (As  once  ïoiRomi)  now  to  make  you  their  Friend: 
 
 And  you  fo  well  can  this  prefer  to  that, 
 
 As  you  can  neither  fear,  nor  mend  your  Fate  : 
 
 Yet  fince  the  Votes  of  Joy  from  all  are  due, 
 
 A  Love  like  mine,  muft  find  fome  Wiflies  too. 
 
 May  you  in  this  bright  Conftellation  fet, 
 Still  fhew  how  much  the  Good  outfliine  the  Great  ; 
 May  you  be  courted  with  all  Joys  of  Senfe, 
 Yet  place  your  higheft  in  your  Innocence  3 
 Whofe  Praife  may  you  enjoy,  but  not  regard, 
 Finding  within  both  Motive  and  Reward. 
 May  Fortune  ftill  to  your  Commands  be  juft, 
 Yet  ftill  beneath  your  Kindnefs  or  your  Truft. 
 May  you  no  Trouble  either  feel  or  fear, 
 But  from  your  pity  for  what  others  wear  5 
 
 And 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occafions.  165 
 
 And  may  the  happy  Owner  of  your  Bread, 
 Still  find  his  Paflion  with  his  Joys  encreas'd  ^ 
 Whilfl  ev'ry  Moment  your  Concern  makes  known, 
 And  gives  him  too,  frefh  Rcafon  for  his  own  : 
 And  from  their  Parents  may  your  Off-fpring  have 
 All  that  is  wife  and  lovely,  foft  and  brave  : 
 Or  if  all  VVifhes  we  in  one  would  give, 
 For  him,  and  for  the  World,  long  m3y  you  Live. 
 
 EPITAPH. 
 
 On  her  Son  H.  P.  at  St.  Syth'5  Churchy  where  her 
 Body  rjuas  Interred. 
 
 WHAT  on  Earth  deferves  our  truft  > 
 Youth  and  Beauty  both  are  Dufh 
 Long  we  gathering  are  with  Pain, 
 What  one  Moment  calls  again. 
 Seven  Years  childlefs,  Marriage  paft, 
 A  Son,  a  Son  is  born  at  laft  : 
 So  exaftly  Limb'd  and  Fair, 
 Full  of  good  Spirits,  Mein,  and  Air, 
 As  a  long  Life  promifed, 
 Yet,  in  lefs  than  fix  Weeks  dead. 
 Too  promifing,  too  great  a  Mind 
 In  fo  fmall  Room  to  be  confin'd  : 
 Therefore,  as  fit  in  Heavn  to  dwell, 
 He  quickly  broke  the  Prifon  Shell. 
 
 M  3  So 
 
6pi  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajïons. 
 
 So  the  fubtle  Alchimifl 
 
 Can  t,  with  Hermes  Seal,  refift 
 
 The  pow'rful  Spirit's  fubtler  flight,     % 
 
 But  'twill  bid  him  long  good  Night. 
 
 And  fo  the  Sun,  if  it  arife 
 
 Half  fo  glorious  as  his  Eyes, 
 
 Like  this  Infant,  takes  a  Shrowd, 
 
 Bury'd  in  a  Morning  Cloud. 
 
 On  the  Tïeath  of  my  Lord  Rich,  only  Son  to  the 
 Earl  of  Warwick,  who  dyed  of  the  fmallTox>  1664. 
 
 HAVE  not  fo  many  Lives  of  late 
 Sufficed  to  quench  the  greedy  Thirft  of  Fate  ? 
 Tho'  to  encreafe  the  mournful  Purple  Flood, 
 As  well  as  Noble,  fhe  drank  Royal  Blood  3 
 That  not  content,  againft  us  to  engage 
 Our  own  wild  fury,  and  Ufurpers  rage  5 
 By  Sicknefs  now,  when  all  that  Storm  is  paft, 
 She  ftrives  to  hew  our  Heroes  down  as  faft  ? 
 And  by  the  Prey  fhe  chufes,  fhews  her  Aim 
 Is  to  extinguilh  all  the  EngliQi  Fame. 
 Elfe  had  this  generous  Youth  we  now  have  loft, 
 Been  ftill  his  Friends  delight,  and  Country's  boaft, 
 And  higher  raised  th*  Illuftrious  Name  he  bore, 
 Than  all  our  Chronicles  had  done  before. 
 Had  Death  confider'd  e'er  he  ftruck  this  Blow, 
 How  many  noble  Hopes  'twould  overthrow  5 
 
 The 
 
Toetns  on  fever  al  Occa fions.  t6j 
 
 The  Genius  of  his  Houfe  (who  did  complain 
 That  all  her  Worthies  now  dy'J  o'er  again). 
 His  flourifhing,  and  yet  untainted  V,  us  -, 
 His  Father's  Anguifh,  and  his  Mother's  Tears  ; 
 Sure  he  had  been  perfwaded  to  relent, 
 Nor  had  for  fo  much  early  Sweetnefs,  fent 
 That  fierce  Difeafe,  which  knows  not  how  to  fpare 
 The  Young,  the  Great,  the  Knowing,  or  the  Fair. 
 But  we  as  well  might  flatter  e\'ry  Wind, 
 And  court  the  Tempefts  to  be  lefs  unkind, 
 As  hope  from  churlifh  Death  to  fnatch  his  Prey, 
 Who  is  as  furious  and  as  deaf  as  they  -, 
 And  who  hath  cruelly  furpriz'd  in  him, 
 His  Parents  Joy,  and  all  the  World's  Efteem. 
 
 Say  treacherous  Hopes  that  whifper  in  our  Ear, 
 Still  to  exped:  fome  fteady  Comfort  here, 
 And  tho'  we  oft  difcover  all  your  Arts, 
 Would  dill  betray  our  difappointed  Hearts  3    * 
 What  new  Delufion  can  you  now  prepare, 
 Since  this  pale  Objed:  fhews  how  pale  you  are  ? 
 Twill  fully  anfwer  all  you  have  to  plead, 
 If  we  reply,  Great  Warwick's  Heir  is  dead  : 
 Blufh  human  Hopes  and  Joys,  and  then  be  all 
 In  folemn  Mourning  at  this  Funeral. 
 
 For  fince  fuch  Expeditions  brittle  prove, 
 What  can  we  fafely  either  Hope  or  Love  ? 
 
 M  4  7  he 
 
168 
 
 Poems  on  fever  al  Occafions. 
 
 The    VIRGIN. 
 
 THE  Things  that  make  a  Virgin  pleafe, 
 She  that  feeks,  will  find  them  thefe  $ 
 
 A  Beauty,  not  to  Art  in  debt, 
 
 Rather  Agreeable  than  Great  ; 
 
 An  Eye,  wherein  at  once  do  meet 
 
 The  beams  of  Kindnefs,  and  of  Wit  -9 
 
 An  undifTembled  Innocence, 
 
 Apt  not  to  give,  nor  take  Offence  : 
 
 A  Converfation,  at  once  free 
 From  Paffion,  and  from  Subtilty  $ 
 A  Face  that's  modeft,  yet  ferene, 
 A  fober,  and  yet  lively  Meen  5 
 The  Virtue  which  does  her  Adorn, 
 By  Honour  guarded,  not  by  Scorn  y 
 With  fuch  wife  Lowlinefs  indu'd, 
 As  never  can  be  mean,  or  rude  3 
 That  prudent  Negligence  enrich, 
 And  Time's  her  Silence  and  her  Speech  j 
 Whofe  equal  Mind  does  always  move, 
 Neither  a  Foe,  nor  Slave  to  Love  -, 
 And  whofe  Religion's  ftrong  and  plain, 
 Not  fuperftitious,  nor  prophane. 
 
 Upon 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  G  ce  a  fions.  169 
 
 Upon  the  Graving  of  her  Name  upon  a   Tree  in 
 Barnelmes-//'rf/&r. 
 
 AL  \  S  how  barbarous  are  we, 
 Thus  to  reward  the  courteous  Tree, 
 \\  ho  its  broad  Shade  affording  us, 
 Deferves  not  to  be  wounded  thus  ^ 
 See  how  the  yielding  Bark  complies 
 With  our  ungrateful  Injuries. 
 And  feeing  this,  fay  how  much  then 
 Trees  are  more  generous  than  Men, 
 Who  by  a  Noblenefs  fo  pure 
 Can  firft  oblige  and  then  endure. 
 
 To  my  dearefi  Friend  Mrs.  Owen,   upon  her  great- 
 
 eft  Lofs. 
 
 AS  when  two  Sifter  Rivulets,  who  crept 
 From  that  dark  Bed  of  Snow  wherein  they  flept 
 By  private  diftant  Currents  under  Ground 
 Have  by  Mœanders  eithers  Bofom  foundj 
 They  fob  aloud  and  break  down  what  withftood, 
 Swoln  by  their  own  Embraces  to  a  Flood  : 
 So  when  my  Sympathy  for  thy  dear  Grief 
 Had  brought  me  near,  in  hope  to  give  Relief, 
 I  found  my  Sorrow  heightned  when  fo  join'd, 
 And  thine  increas'd  by  being  fo  combind, 
 
 Since 
 
%?o  Toems  on  fever  al  Occupons. 
 
 Since  to  the  bleeding  Hopes  of  many  Years* 
 
 I  could  contribute  nothing  but  my  Tears  5 
 
 Fears  which  to  thy  fad  Fate  were  juftly  due, 
 
 And  to  his  Lofs,  by  all  who  that  Lofs  knew. 
 
 For  thy  Charijius  was  fo  much  above 
 
 The  Eloquence  of  all  our  Grief  and  Love, 
 
 That  it  would  be  injurious  to  his  Hearfe 
 
 To  think  to  crowd  his  Worth  into  a  Verfe. 
 
 Could  I  (by  Miracle)  fuch  Praife  indite, 
 
 Who  with  more  Eafe  and  Juftice  weep  than  write, 
 
 He  was  all  that  which  Hiftory  can  boaft, 
 
 Or  bolder  Poetry  had  eer  engrofs'd. 
 
 So  Pious,  Juft,  Noble,  Difcreet,  and  Kind, 
 
 Their  beft  Ideas  knew  not  how  to  find. 
 
 His  ftrong  Religion  not  on  Trifles  fpent, 
 
 Was  ufeful,  firm,  early,  and  eminent, 
 
 Never  betray 'd  to  indigefted  Heat, 
 
 Nor  yet  entic  d  from  what  was  fafely  Great. 
 
 And  this  fo  foon,  as  if  he  had  Forefight, 
 
 He  muft  begin  betimes  whofe  Noon  is  Night. 
 
 His  Virtue  was  his  Choice,  and  not  his  Chance, 
 
 Not  mov'd  by  Age?  nor  born  of  Ignorance. 
 
 He  well  knew  whom,  and  what  he  did  believe, 
 
 And  for  his  Faith  did  not  Difpute,  but  live, 
 
 And  iiv'd  juft  like  his  Infant  Innocence, 
 
 But  that  was  crown'd  with  free  Obedience. 
 
 How  did  he  fcorn  Defign,  and  equally 
 
 How  much  abhorr'd  this  Age's  Vanity  ! 
 
 He 
 
Poems  on  fever  al  Occafions.  171 
 
 He  neither  kk'd  its  Tumults,   nor  its  Joys, 
 
 Slighted  alike  Earth's  Pleafurc,  and  her  Noife. 
 
 But  unconcern'd  in  both,  in  his  own  Mind 
 
 Alone  could  i'ow'r  and  Satisfaction  find. 
 
 A  Treafury  of  Merit  there  lay  hid, 
 
 Which  tho'  he  ne'er  confefs'd,  his  Aftions  did. 
 
 His  Modefty  unto  his  Virtue  lent 
 
 At  once  a  Shadow  and  an  Ornament. 
 
 But  what  could  hide  thofe  filial  Rites  he  paid  ^ 
 
 How  much  he  lov'd,  how  prudently  obey'd  ? 
 
 How  as  a  Brother  did  he  juftly  (hare 
 
 His  kind  concern  betwixt  Refpeft  and  Care  ? 
 
 And  to  a  Wife  how  fully  did  he  prove 
 
 How  wifely  he  could  Judge,  how  fondly  Love  ? 
 
 As  Husbands  ferious,  but  as  Lovers  kind, 
 
 He  valu'd  all  of  her,  but  lov'd  her  Mind  $ 
 
 And  with  a  Paflion  made  this  Riddle  true, 
 
 'Twas  ever  perfed,  and  yet  ftill  it  grew. 
 
 Such  handfome  Thoughts  his  Bread  did  ever  fill, 
 
 He  durft  do  any  thing,  but  what  was  111  ; 
 
 Unlike  thofe  Gallants  who  fo  ufe  their  Time, 
 
 As  opportunity  to  a&  their  Crime, 
 
 And  loft  in  Wine  or  Vanity  when  young, 
 
 They  dye  too  foon,  becaufe  they  liv'd  too  long. 
 
 But  he  has  hallowed  fo  his  early  Death, 
 
 Tis  almoft  fhame  to  draw  a  longer  Breath. 
 
 I  can  no  more,  they  that  can,  muft  have  learn'd 
 
 To  be  more  eloquent,  and  lefs  concern'd. 
 
 But 
 
1 71  Toems  on  fever aI  Occajtons* 
 
 But  all  that  Noble  Juftice  to  his  Name 
 
 His  own  good  Angel  will  commit  to  Fame. 
 
 Could  Grief  recall  this  Happinefs  again, 
 
 Of  thy  dear  Sorrow  I  would  ne'er  complain. 
 
 But  fuch  an  Opportunity  would  take 
 
 To  grieve  an  ufelefs  Life  out  for  thy  fake. 
 
 But  fince  it  cannot,  I  muft  pray  thee  live, 
 
 That  fo  much  of  Char iflus  may  furvive, 
 
 And  that  thou  do  no  Aft  fo  harfh  to  Love, 
 
 As  that  his  Glory  fhould  thy  Sorrow  move  ; 
 
 Endure  thy  lofs  'till  Heav'n  fhall  it  repay, 
 
 Upon  thy  laft  and  glorious  Wedding-day, 
 
 When  thou  (halt  know  him  more,  and  quickly  find 
 
 The  Love  increas'd  by  being  fo  refin'd, 
 
 And  there  pofTefs  him  without  parting  Fears, 
 As  I  my  Friendfliip  free  from  future  Tears. 
 
 Orinda  to  \jicd£\a,parting,  Qftober  1 661 .  at  London. 
 
 A  Dieu  dear  Objeft  of  my  Love's  excefs, 
 And  with  thee  all  my  hopes  of  Happinefs, 
 With  the  fame  fervent  and  unchanged  Heart 
 Which  did  its  whole  felf  once  to  thee  impart, 
 (And  which  tho'  Fortune  has  fo  forely  bruis'd, 
 Would  fuffer  more,  to  be  from  this  excus'd^) 
 I  to  refign  thy  dear  Converfe  fubmit. 
 Since  I  can  neither  keep,  nor  merit  it.     a 
 
 «Thou 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occajïons.  173 
 
 Thou  haft  too  long  to  mc  confined  been, 
 
 Who  Ruin  am  without,  Paffion  within. 
 
 My  Mind  is  funk  below  thy  Tendernefs, 
 
 And  my  Condition  does  deferve  it  lcfs  5 
 
 I'm  fo  entangled  and  fo  loft  a  Thing 
 
 By  all  the  fhocks  my  daily  Sorrow  bring, 
 
 That  would'ft  thou  for  thy  old  Orinda  call, 
 
 Thou  hardly  couldft  unravel  her  at  all. 
 
 And  fhould  I  thy  clear  Fortunes  interline 
 
 AVith  the  inccflant  Miferies  of  mine  ? 
 
 No,  no,  I  never  lov'd  at  fuch  a  rate 
 
 To  tye  thee  to  the  Rigours  of  my  Fate, 
 
 As  from  my  Obligations  thou  art  free, 
 
 Sure  thou  (halt  be  fo  from  my  Injury, 
 
 Tho'  ev'ry  other  worthinefs  I  mifs, 
 
 Yet  I'll  at  leaft  be  generous  in  this. 
 
 Td  rather  perifh  without  Sigh  or  Groan, 
 
 Than  thou  ftiould'ft  be  condemn' d  to  give  me  one  5 
 
 Nay  in  my  Soul  I  rather  could  allow 
 
 Friendfhip  fhould  be  a  Sufferer,  than  thou  -, 
 
 Go  then,  fince  my  fad  Heart  has  fet  thee  free, 
 
 Let  all  the  Loads  and  Chains  remain  on  me. 
 
 Tho*  I  be  left  the  Prey  of  Sea  and  Wind, 
 
 Thou  bang  Happy  wilt  in  that  be  kind  5 
 
 Nor  (hall  I  my  undoing  much  deplore, 
 
 Since  thou  in  fafe,  whom  I  muft  value  more. 
 
 Oh  !  ma)  'it  thou  ever  be  fo,  and  as  free 
 
 Frcin  all  Ills  elfe,  as  from  my  Company, 
 
 And 
 
1 74  Toems  on  feveral  Occafions. 
 
 And  may  the  Torments  thou  haft  had  from  it 
 Be  all  that  Heavn  will  to  thy  Life  permit. 
 And  that  they  may  thy  Virtue  fervice  do, 
 May'ft  thou  be  able  to  forgive  them  too  : 
 But  tho'  I  muft  this  ftiarp  Submiffion  learn, 
 I  cannot  yet  unwifli  thy  dear  Concern. 
 Not  one  new  Comfort  I  expeft  to  fee, 
 I  quit  my  Joy,  Hope,  Life,  and  all  but  Thee  $ 
 Nor  feek  I  thence  ought  that  may  difcompofe 
 That  Mind  where  fo  ferene  a  Goodnefs  grows. 
 I  ask  no  inconvenient  Kindnefs  now, 
 To  move  thy  Paffion,  or  to  cloud  thy  Brow  * 
 And  thou  wilt  fatisfie  my  boldeft  Plea 
 By  fome  few  foft  remembrances  of  me, 
 Which  may  prefent  thee  with  this  candid  Thought, 
 I  meant  not  all  the  Troubles  that  I  brought. 
 Own  not  what  Paflion  rules,  and  Fate  does  crufli, 
 But  wifh  thou  couid'fl  have  don  t  without  a  Blu(h, 
 And  that  I  had  been,  e'er  it  was  too  late, 
 Either  more  worthy,  or  more  fortunate. 
 Ah  who  can  love  the  Things  they  cannot  prize  ? 
 But  thou  mayft  pity  tho5  thou  doft  defpife. 
 Yet  I  ihould  think  that  pity  bought  too  dear, 
 If  it  (hould  coft  thofe  precious  Eyes  a  Tear. 
 Oh  may  no  Minutes  trouble  thee  poflefs, 
 But  to  endear  the  next  Hours  Happinefs  5 
 And  ma),lt  thou  when  thou  art  from  me  remov'd, 
 Be  better  pleas'd,  but  never  worfe  belov'd  ; 
 
 Oh 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occafions.  175 
 
 Oh  pardon  me,  for  pow'ring  out  my  Woes 
 In  Rhime  now,  that  I  dare  not  do  in  Profe. 
 For  I  muft  lofe  whatever  is  call'd  dear, 
 And  thy  afliftancc  all  that  Lofs  to  bear, 
 And  have  more  Caufe  than  e'er  I  had  before, 
 To  fear  that  I  fhall  never  fee  thee  more. 
 
 On  the  Firft  of  January,  1657. 
 
 TH'  Eternal  Centre  of  my  Life  and  me, 
 Who  when  I  was  gone  gave  me  room  to  be, 
 Hath  fince  (my  time  preferving  in  his  Hands) 
 By  Moments  numbred  on  the  precious  Sands, 
 T  til  they  are  fwell'd  to  fix  and  twenty  Years, 
 Checquer'd  by  Providence  with  Smiles  and  Tears, 
 I  have  obferv'd  how  vain  all  Glories  are, 
 The  Change  of  Empire,  and  the  Chance  of  War  : 
 Seen  Faftion  with  its  native  Venom  burft, 
 AndTreafon  (truck,  by  what  itfelf  had  nurs'd. 
 Seen  ufelefs  Crimes,  whofe  Owners  but  made  way 
 For  future  Candidates  to  wear  the  Bay. 
 
 To  my  Lady  M.  Cavendifli,   chafing  the  Name  of 
 P  O  L  I  C  R  I  T  E. 
 
 T 
 
 HAT  Nature  in  your  Frame  has  taken  Care, 
 As  well  your  Birth  as  Beauty  do  declare, 
 
 Since 
 
176  Toetns  on  fever  al  Occajtont. 
 
 Since  we  at  once  difcover  in  your  Face, 
 The  luftre  of  your  Eyes  and  of  your  Race  : 
 And  that  your  Shape  and  Fafhion  does  atteft, 
 So  bright  a  Form  has  yet  a  brighter  Gueft, 
 To  future  Times  âuthentick  Fame  fhall  bring, 
 Hiftorians  (hall  relate,  and  Poets  fing. 
 But  fince  your  bound lefs  Mind  upon  my  Head 
 Some  rays  of  Splendor  is  content  to  fhed  5 
 And  left  I  fuffer  by  the  great  Surprize, 
 Since  you  fubmit  to  meet  me  in  Difguife, 
 Can  lay  afide  what  dalles  vulgar  Sight, 
 And  to  Orinda  can  be  Tolicrite  5 
 You  muft  endure  my  Vows,  and  find  the  way 
 To  entertain  fuch  Rites  as  I  can  pay  : 
 For  fo  the  Pow'r  Divine  new  Praife  acquires, 
 By  fcorning  nothing  that  it  once  infpires  : 
 I  have  no  Merits  that  your  Smile  can  win, 
 Nor  off  ring  to  appeafe  you  when  I  Sin  • 
 Nor  can  my  ufelefs  Homage  hope  to  raife, 
 When  what  I  cannot  ferve,  I  ftrive  to  praife  : 
 But  I  can  Love,  and  Love  at  fuch  a  pitch, 
 As  1  dare  boaft  it  will  ev'n  you  enrich  ^ 
 For  Kind  nefs  is  a  Mine,  when  great  and  true, 
 Of  nobler  Ore  than  ever  Indians  knew, 
 'Tis  all  that  Mortals  can  on  Henvn  beftow, 
 And  all  that  Heavn  can  value  here  below. 
 
 Againft 
 
^toetns  on  fever  al  Occa fions.  I 77 
 
 Againft    LOVE. 
 
 HEnce,  Cupidy  with  your  cheating  Toy?, 
 Your  real  Griefs,  and  painted  Joys, 
 
 Your  Pleafure  which  it  felf  deftroys. 
 Lovers  like  Men  in  Feavers  burn  and  rave, 
 And  only  what  will  injure  them  do  crave. 
 
 Mens  weaknefs  makes  Love  fo  fevere, 
 
 They  give  him  Power  by  their  Fear, 
 
 And  make  the  Shackles  which  they  wear» 
 Who  to  another  does  his  Heart  fubmit, 
 Makes  his  own  Idol,  and  then  Worfhips  it, 
 
 Him  whofe  Heart  is  all  his  own, 
 
 Peace  and  Liberty  does  crown, 
 
 He  apprehends  no  killing  Frown. 
 He  feels  no  Raptures  which  are  Joys  difeas'd, 
 And  is  not  much  tranfported,  but  ftill  pleas'd. 
 
 A  "Dialogue  of  FRIENDSHIP  multipl/d* 
 
 MUSIIZORUS. 
 
 Will  you  unto  one  fingle  Senfe 
 Confine  a  flarry  Influence  ? 
 Or  when  you  do  the  Rays  combine, 
 To  themfelves  cnly  make  them  (hine  ? 
 Love  that's  engrofs'd  by  one  alone, 
 Is  Envy  not  Affeftion. 
 
 N  ORJ 
 
178  Toems  on  fever al  Occafions. 
 
 O  R  I  N  T>  A. 
 
 No  MuJîdoruS)  this  would  be 
 But  Friendfhips  Prodigality, 
 Union  in  Rays  does  not  confine, 
 But  doubles  Luftre  when  they  fhine, 
 And  Souls  united  live  above 
 Envy,  as  much  as  fcatter'd  Loves. 
 Friendfhip  (like  Rivers)  as  it  multiplies, 
 In  many  Streams,  grows  weaker  ftill  and  dies. 
 M  U  S  I  T>  O  R  U  S. 
 Rivers  indeed  may  lofé  their  force, 
 When  they  divide  or  break  their  Courfe, 
 For  they  may  want  fome  hidden  Spring, 
 Which  to  their  Streams  Recruits  may  bring  \ 
 But  Friendfhip's  made  of  pureft  Fire, 
 Which  burns  and  keeps  its  Stock  entire. 
 Love,  like  the  Suh,  may  flied  his  Beams  on  all, 
 And  grow  more  great  by  being  General. 
 O  R  I  NT>  A. 
 The  purity  of  Friendship's  Flame 
 Proves  that  from  Sympathy  it  came, 
 And  that  the  Hearts  fo  clofe  do  knit 
 They  no  third  Partner  can  admit  $ 
 Love  like  the  Sun  does  all  infpire, 
 But  burns  mod  by  contra&ed  Fire. 
 Then  tho*  I  honour  ev'ry  worthy  Gueft, 
 let  my  Lucafni  only  rules  my  Bread. 
 
 Rosania 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occupons.  17$ 
 
 RosANiA  to  Lu  c  a  s  i  a,  on  her  Letters, 
 
 AH  ftrike  outright,  or  clfe  forbear, 
 Be  more  kind,  or  more  fevere  * 
 tor  in  this  Chequer Jd  Mixture  I 
 Cannot  Jive,  and  would  not  die, 
 And  muft  I  neither  ?  tell  me  why  ? 
 
 When  thy  Pen  thy  Kindnefs  tells, 
 My  Heart  tranfported  leaps  and  fwells. 
 But  when  my  greedy  Eye  does  ftray 
 Thy  threaten'd  Abfence  to  furvey, 
 That  Heart  is  ftruck  and  faints  away* 
 
 To  give  me  Title  to  rich  Land, 
 And  the  Fruition  to  withftand, 
 Or  folemnly  to  fend  the  Key 
 Of  Treafures  I  muft  never  fee, 
 Would  it  Contempt  or  Bounty  be  ? 
 
 This  is  fuch  refin'd  Diftrefs, 
 That  thy  fad  Lovers  figh  for  lefs, 
 Tho'  thou  their  Hope$  haft  overthrown, 
 They  lofe  but  what  they  ne'er  have  known, 
 But  I  am  plunder'd  from  my  own, 
 
 N  2  How 
 
i8o  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajtons. 
 
 How  canft  thou  thy  Rofania  prife, 
 And  be  fo  cruel  and  fo  wife  ? 
 For  if  fuch  rigid  Policy 
 Muft  thy  Refolves  difpute  with  me, 
 Where  then  is  Friendfliip's  Vidory  ? 
 
 Kindnefs  is  of  fo  brave  a  make 
 Twill  rather  Death  than  Bondage  take, 
 So  that  if  thine  no  Power  can  have, 
 Give  it  and  me  one  common  Grave, 
 But  quickly  either  kill  or  fave. 
 
 To  my  Ant  en  or,  March  16th,  i6ôlz. 
 
 MY  dear  Antenor  now  give  oer, 
 For  my  fake  talk  of  Graves  no  more, 
 Death  is  not  in  our  Pow'r  to  gain, 
 And  is  both  wifli'd  and  fear'd  in  vain. 
 Let's  be  as  angry  as  we  will, 
 Grief  fooner  may  diftrad  than  kill, 
 And  the  Unhappy  often  prove 
 Death  is  as  coy  a  Thing  as  Love. 
 Thofe  whofe  own  Sword  their  Death  did  give, 
 Afraid  were  or  afliam'd  to  Live  5 
 And  by  an  ad  fo  defperate, 
 Did  poorly  run  away  from  Fate  3 
 
 Tis 
 
Toems  on  fever  a  I  Oeeajions.  i3r 
 
 Tis  braver  much  t'  out- ride  the  Storm, 
 Endure  its  Rage,  and  fhun  its  Harm-, 
 Affliction  nobly  undergone, 
 More  Greatnefs  (hews,   than  having  none. 
 But  yet  the  Wheel,  in  turning  round, 
 At  laft  may  lift  us  from  the  Ground  5 
 And  when  our  Fortune's  moft  fevere, 
 The  lefs  we  have,  the  lefs  we  fear. 
 And  why  (hould  we  that  Grief  permit, 
 Which  can  nor  mend  nor  (horten  it> 
 Let's  wait  for  a  fucceeding  Good, 
 Woes  have  their  Ebb  as  well  as  Flood  : 
 
 And  fince  the  Parliament  have  refcud  you, 
 
 Believe  that  Providence  will  do  fo  too. 
 
 A  Triton  to  Lucafia  going  to  Sea,  Jhortly  after  the 
 QUEEN'S  Arrival. 
 
 I. 
 
 MY  Mafter  Neptune  took  fuch  Pains  of  late 
 To  quiet  the  Commotions  of  his  State, 
 That  he  might  give,  through  his  fierce  Winds  and  Seas, 
 S  ifc  Partage  to  the  Royal  Tortuguezey 
 That  e'er  fince  at  home  has  kept, 
 And  in  hisChryftal  Palace  flepr, 
 :  i  ill  a  fwift  Wind  told  him  to  day 
 A  Stranger  was  to  pafs  this  way, 
 
 N  3  Whom 
 
ï8î  Toetns  on  fever  al  Occajïons. 
 
 Whom  he  hath  fent  me  out  to  view, 
 Andlmuft  tell  him,  Madam,  it  is  you. 
 
 II. 
 He  knows  you  by  an  honourable  Fame  : 
 Who  hath  not  heard  Lucajïas  worthy  Name  ? 
 But  fhould  he  fee  you  too,  I  doubt  he  will 
 Grow  amorous,  and  here  detain  you  ftill: 
 
 I  know  his  Humour  very  well, 
 
 So  beft  can  the  Event  foretel, 
 
 But  wifliing  you  better  Succefs, 
 
 And  that  my  Matter's  Guilt  be  lefs» 
 
 I  will  fay  nothing  of  your  Form 
 'Till  you  are  paft  the  Danger  of  a  Storm. 
 
 "III. 
 
 Frar  nothing  elfe,  for  Eyes  fo  fweet  as  thefe, 
 No  Power  that  is  Sea-born  can  difpleafe  5 
 You  are  much  more  than  Nymph  or  Goddefs  bright  3 
 I  faw  era  all  at  Supper  t'other  Night  : 
 
 They  with  far  lefs  Attraction  draw, 
 
 They  give  us  Love,  you  give  us  Law. 
 
 Your  Charms  the  Winds  and  Seas  will  move. 
 
 But  'tis  to  Wonder,  not  tp  Love. 
 
 Your  pnly  Danger  is,  left  they 
 Stiff  with  Amazement  fhould  becalm  your  Way- 
 
 IV. 
 But  fhould  they  all  want  Breath  to  make  a  Gale, 
 What  s  fep.t  in  Rfayeys  for  you  wi*j  fill  your  Sail^ 
 
 What 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Oc  capons.  18^ 
 
 What  brought  you  hither  will  your  way  fecure, 
 Courage  and  Kindnefs  can  no  flip  endure 5 
 
 The  Winds  will  do  as  much  for  you. 
 
 V. 
 Yet  fince  your  Birth  the  Englifh  Ocean  boafts, 
 We  hope  fomctimes  to  fee  you  on  thefe  Coafts, 
 And  we  will  order  for  you,  as  you  pafs. 
 Winds  foft  as  Lovers  Vows,  Waves  fmooth  asGlafs* 
 
 Each  Deity  fliall  you  befriend, 
 
 And  all  the  Sea-Nymphs  fliall  attend  -, 
 
 But  if,  becaufe  a  Ship's  too  ftraight, 
 
 Or  elfe  unworthy  fuch  a  Freight, 
 
 A  Coach  more  ufeful  would  appear, 
 That  and  fix  'Danijh  Steeds  you  know  are  here. 
 
 Orinda  upon  little  Hector  Philips. 
 
 I. 
 
 TWice  forty  Months  of  Wedlock  I  did  ftay, 
 Then  had  my  Vows  crown'd  with  a  lovely  Ek>y> 
 And  yet  in  forty  Days  he  dropt  away, 
 
 0  fwift  Viciflitude  of  human  Joy  ! 
 
 II. 
 I  did  but  fee  him  and  he  difappear'cjj 
 
 1  did  but  pluck  the  Rofe-bud  and  it  fell, 
 A  Sorrow  unforefeen  and  fear     ly  : 
 
 For  ill  can  Mortals  their  M 
 
 N  4  III. 
 
iBjl  Toems  on  fever  al  Oc  capons. 
 
 III. 
 And  now  (fweetBabc)  what  can  my  trembling  Heart 
 
 Suggeft,  to  right  my  doleful  Fate  or  thee? 
 Tears  are  my  Mufe,  and  Sorrow  all  my  Art, 
 So  piercing  Groans  muft  be  thy  Elogy. 
 
 IV. 
 Thus  whilft  no  Eye  is  witnefs  of  my  Moan, 
 
 I  grieve  thy  lofs  (Ah  Boy  too  dear  to  live) 
 And  let  the  unconcerned  World  alone, 
 
 Who  neither  will,  nor  can  Refrefhment  give. 
 
 V. 
 An  OfPring  too  for  thy  fad  Tomb  I  have, 
 Too  juft  a  Tribute  to  thy  early  Herfe, 
 Receive  thefe  gafping  Numbers  to  thy  Grave, 
 The  lad  of  thy  unhappy  Mother's  Verfe. 
 
 To  the  Lady  E.    BOYL 
 
 AH  lovely  Celimena,  why 
 Are  you  fo  full  of  Charms, 
 That  neither  Sex  can  from  them  fly, 
 
 Nor  take  againft  them  Arms? 
 Others  in  time  may  gain  a  part, 
 put  you  at  once  fnateh  all  the  Heart. 
 
 iPeâs 
 
Toems  on  fever  a  I  Occafions.  iS? 
 
 Dear  Tyrant,  why  will  you  fubduc 
 
 Orinda's  trivial  Heart, 
 Which  can  no  Triumph  add  to  you, 
 
 Not  meriting  your  Dart  ? 
 And  fure  you  will  not  grant  it  one, 
 If  not  for  my  fake  for  your  own. 
 
 For  it  has  been  by  Tendernefs 
 
 Already  fo  much  bruis'd, 
 That  at  your  Altars  I  may  guefs 
 
 It  will  be  but  refus'd. 
 For  never  Deity  did  prize 
 A  torn  and  maimed  Sacrifice. 
 
 But  oh  what  Madnefs  can  or  dare 
 
 Difpute  this  noble  Chain, 
 Which  'tis  a  greater  thing  to  wear, 
 
 Than  Empires  to  obtain  > 
 To  be  your  Slave  I  more  defign, 
 Than  to  have  all  the,World  be  mine. 
 
 Thofe  glorious  Fetters  will  create 
 
 A  Merit  fit  for  them, 
 Repair  the  Breaches  made  by  Fate, 
 
 And  whom  they  own  redeem. 
 What  thus  ennobles  and  thus  cures, 
 Can  be  no  Influence  but  ycu?f« 
 
 Pardon 
 
1 86  Toems  on  fever  al  Occupons. 
 
 Pardon  th'  Ambition  of  my  Aim, 
 
 Who  love  you  at  that  rate, 
 That  Story  cannot  boaft  a  Flame 
 
 So  lafting  and  fo  great. 
 I  can  be  only  kind  and  true, 
 But  what  elfe  can  be  worthy  you. 
 
 To  my  Lord  T>uke  of  O  r.  m  o  n  d,    upon  the 
 late  "PLOT. 
 
 [Care 
 
 T Hough  you,  great  Sir,   be  Heav'ns  immediate 
 Who  fhew'd  you  Danger,  and  then  broke  the 
 And  our  firft  Gratitude  to  that  be  due,  [Snare  5 
 
 Yet  there  is  much  that  muft  be  paid  to  you  : 
 For  'tis  your  Prudence  Ireland's  Peace  fecures, 
 Gives  her  her  Safety,  and  (what's  dearer)  yours, 
 Whilft  your  prevailing  Genius  docs  difpence, 
 At  once  its  Conduct,  and  its  Influence  5 
 Lefs  Honour  from  a  Battel  won  is  got, 
 Than  to  repel  fo  dangerous  a  Plot  3 
 Fortune  with  Courage  may  play  Booty  there, 
 But  fingle  Virtue  is  triumphant  here  5 
 In  vain  the  bold  ingrateful  Rebels  aim 
 To  overturn,  when  you  fupport  the  fame  3 
 You  who  three  potent  Kingdoms  late  have  feen 
 Tremble  with  Fury,  and  yet  ftedfafl;  been  3 
 
 Who 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occajïons.  187 
 
 Who  on  afflided  Majefty  could  wait, 
 When  it  was  fecmingfy  forfook  by  Fate; 
 Whofe  fettled  Loyalty  no  Storms  difmaid, 
 Nor  the  more  ilatt'ring  Mifchicfs  could  diflwadc: 
 And  having  fcap'd  fo  dangerous  a  Coaft, 
 Could  you  now  fall  expiring  Treafons  boaft  ? 
 Or  was  it  hop'd  by  this  contemned  Crew, 
 That  you  could  Fortune,  and  not  them,  fubdue. 
 But  whilft  thefe  Wretches  at  this  impious  rate, 
 Will  buy  the  Knowledge  of  your  mighty  Fate> 
 You  fhall  preferve  your  King  s  entrufted  Crown, 
 Aflifted  by  his  Fortune  and  your  own. 
 And  whilft  his  Sword  Kingdoms  abroad  beftows, 
 You  with  the  next  Renown  (hall  this  difpofe. 
 
 To  the  Count ef s  of  Roscommon,    with  a  Copy 
 of  Pom  p  e  y. 
 
 GReat  Tompe/s  Fame  from  Egypt  made  efcape, 
 And  flies  to  you  for  Succour  in  this  Shape; 
 A  Shape,  which,  I  alfur'd  him,  would  appear, 
 Nor  fit  for  you  to  fee,  nor  him  to  wear. 
 Vet  he  fays,  Madam,  he's  refolvM  to  come, 
 And  run  a  hazard  of  a  fécond  Doom: 
 But  ftill  he  hopes  to  bribe  you,  by  that  truft 
 You  may  be  kind,  but  cannot  be  unjuft; 
 Each  of  whofe  Favours  will  delight  him  more, 
 an  ^ll  the  Lawrels  that  his  Tom  pies  wore; 
 
 Yet 
 
1 88  Toems  on  fever al  Occajtons. 
 
 Yet  if  his  Name  and  his  Misfortunes  fail, 
 He  thinks  my  Interceflion  will  prevail  5 
 And  whilft  my  Numbers  would  relate  his  End, 
 Not  like  a  Judge  you'll  Men,  but  a  Friend-, 
 For  how  can  either  of  us  fear  your  Frown, 
 Since  he  and  I  are  both  fo  much  your  own. 
 
 But  when  you  wonder  at  my  bold  Defign, 
 Remember  who  did  that  high  Task  enjoin  5 
 Th'  ill uftrious  Orrery,  whofe  leaft  Command, 
 You  would  more  wonder  if  I  could  withftand: 
 Of  him  I  cannot  which  is  hardeft  tell, 
 Or  not  to  Praife  him,  or  toPraife  him  well  5 
 Who  on  that  height  from  whence  true  Glory  came 
 Does  there  poffefs  and  thence  diftribute  Fame$ 
 Where  all  their  Lyres  the  willing  Mufes  bring, 
 To  learn  of  him  whatever  they  fhall  fing  5 
 Since  all  muft  yield,  whilft  there  are  Books  or  Men, 
 The  univerfal  Empire  to  his  Pen  -, 
 Oh!  had  that  pow'iful  Genius  but  infpir'd 
 The  feeble  Hand,  whofe  Service  he  required, 
 jt  had  your  Juftice  then,  not  Mercy  pray'd, 
 Had  pleas' d  you  more,  and  better  him  obey'd. 
 
 On  the  T>  E  A  T  H  of  the  truly  Honourable 
 Sir  Walter   Lloid,   Knight. 
 
 A 
 
 T  Obfequies  where  fo  much  Grief  is  due, 
 The  Mufes  are  in  folemn  Mourning  too, 
 
 And 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occajïons.  189 
 
 And  by  their  dead  Aftonifhment  confefs, 
 
 They  can  lament  this  Lofs,  though  not  exprefs: 
 
 Nay  if  thofe  ancient  Bards  had  feen  this  Herfe, 
 
 Who  once  in  Britijh  Shades  fpoke  living  Verfe, 
 
 Their  high  Concern  for  him  had  made  them  be, 
 
 Aprer  to  weep,  than  write  his  Elogy. 
 
 When  on  our  Land  that  Flood  of  Woes  was  fent, 
 
 Which  fwallow'd  all  things  Sacred  as  it  went, 
 
 The  injur 'd  Arts  and  Virtues  made  his  Bread 
 
 The  Ark  wherein  they  didfecurely  reft: 
 
 For  as  that  old  one  was  tofs'd  up  and  down, 
 
 And  yet  the  angry  Billows  could  not  drown 5 
 
 So  Heav'n  did  him  in  this  worfe  Deluge  fave, 
 
 And  made  him  triumph  o'er  th'  unquiet  Wave: 
 
 Who  while  he  did  with  that  wild  Storm  conteft, 
 
 Such  real  Magnanimity  exprefs'J, 
 
 That  he  dar'd  to  be  Loval,  in  a  time 
 
 When  'twas  a  Danger  made,  and  thought  a  Crime  : 
 
 Duty,  and  not  Ambition,  was  his  aim, 
 
 Who  ftudy'd  Confcience  ever  more  than  Fame, 
 
 And  thought  it  fo  defirable  a  Thing, 
 
 To  be  preferr'd  to  fuffer  for  his  King, 
 
 That  he  all  Fortune's  Spight  had  pardon'd  her, 
 
 Had  (he  not  made  his  Prince  a  Sufferer  5 
 
 For  whofe  lov'd  Caufehe  did  both  aft  and  grieve, 
 
 And  for  it  only  did  endure  to  live, 
 
 To  teach  the  World  what  Man  can  be  and  do, 
 
 Arm'd  by  Alliance  and  Religion  too. 
 
 His 
 
ipo  Toems  on  fever d  Occafwns. 
 
 His  Head  and  Heart  mutual  AfTiftance  gave, 
 That  being  ftill  fo  wife,  and  this  fo  brave, 
 That  'twas  acknowledge  all  he  faid  and  did, 
 From  Judgment  and  from  Honour  did  proceed  ; 
 Such  was  the  ufeful  Mixture  of  his  Mind, 
 'Twas  at  once  meek  and  knowing,  flout  and  kind  5 
 For  he  was  civil,  bountiful,  and  learn'd, 
 And  for  his  Friends  fo  gen'roufly  concern'd, 
 That  both  his  Heart  and  Houfe,  his  Hand  and  Tongue 
 To  them,  more  than  himfelf,  feem'd  to  belong  b 
 As  if  to  his  wrong'd  Party  he  would  be 
 Both  an  Example  and  Apology: 
 For  when  both  Swords  and  Pens  feem'd  to  difpute, 
 His  Life  alone  Rebellion  did  confute. 
 But  when  his  Vows  propitious  Heav'n  had  heard, 
 And  our  unequal'd  King  at  length  appear'd, 
 As  aged  Simeon  did  his  Spirits  yield, 
 When  he  had  feen  his  deareft  Hopes  fulfill^ 
 He  gladly  faw  the  Morning  of  that  Day, 
 Which  Charles's  growing  Splendor  did  difplayj 
 Then,  to  Eternal  Joys  made  greater  hafte, 
 Becaufe  his  prefent  ones  fiow'd  in  fo  faftj 
 From  which  he  fled,  out  of  a  pious  Fear, 
 Left  he  by  them  fhould  be  rewarded  here  5 
 While  his  fad  Country  by  his  Death  have  loft 
 Their  nobleft  Pattern,  and  their  greatefl  Boaft. 
 
 Orinda 
 
Toevis  on  fever  al  Occajîons.  191 
 
 Orinda  to  Lucasia. 
 
 I. 
 
 OBferve  the  weary  Birds,  e'er  Night  be  done, 
 How  they  wou'd  fain  call  up  the  tardy  Sun» 
 With  Feathers  hung  with  Dew, 
 And  trembling  Voices  too, 
 They  court  their  glorious  Planet  to  appear, 
 That  they  may  find  recruits  of  Spirits  there. 
 The  drooping  Fiow'rs  hang  their  Heads, 
 And  languifh  down  into  their  Beds: 
 While  Brooks  more  bold  and  fierce  than  they, 
 Wanting  thofe  Beams,  from  whence 
 All  things  drink  Influence, 
 Openly  murmur,   and  demand  the  Day. 
 
 II. 
 Thou  my  Lucafia  art  far  more  to  me, 
 Than  he  to  all  the  Under- World  can  be^ 
 From  thee  I've  Heat  and  Light, 
 Thy  Abfence  makes  my  Night. 
 But  ah  !  my  Friend,  it  now  growrs  very  long, 
 The  Sadnefs  weighty,  and  the  Darknefs  ftrong: 
 My  Tears  (its  Dew)  dwell  on  my  Cheeks, 
 And  (till  my  Heart  thy  dawning  feeks, 
 And  to  thee  mournfully  it  cries, 
 That  if  too  long  I  wait, 
 Ev'n  thou  may  'ft  come  too  late, 
 And  not  redo:  ,  but  dofe  my  Eyes. 
 
 To 
 
i$2  <Poems  on  fever  al  Occajionr. 
 
 To     C  E  L  I  M  E  N  A. 
 
 FOrbear  fond  Heart  (fay  I)  torment  no  more 
 That  Celimena  whom  thou  doft  adore  ^ 
 For  fince  fo  many  of  her  Chains  are  proud, 
 How  canft  thou  be  diftinguifh'd  in  the  Crowd  : 
 But  fay,  bold  Trifler,  what  doft  thou  pretend? 
 Wou'dft  thou  depofe  thy  Saint  into  thy  Friend? 
 Equality  in  Friendfhip  is  requir'd, 
 Which  here  were  criminal  to  be  defir'd. 
 
 An  Anfajer  to  another  per  [wading  a  Lady  to 
 Marriage. 
 
 I. 
 
 FOrbear  bold  Youth,  all's  Heav'n  here, 
 And  what  you  do  aver, 
 To  others  Courtfhip  may  appear, 
 'Tis  Sacrilege  to  her. 
 II. 
 She  is  a  publick  Deity, 
 
 And  were't  not  very  odd 
 She  fhou'd  depofe  her  felf,  to  be 
 A  petty  Houftiold  God  ? 
 III. 
 Firft  make  the  Sun  in  private  ftiine, 
 And  bid  the  World  adieu, 
 
 That 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Oc  caftons,  joa 
 
 That  Co  lie  may  his  Beams  confïnç 
 In  Complement  to  you. 
 
 IV. 
 
 But  if  of  that  you  do  defpair, 
 
 Think  how  you  did  ainifs, 
 To  ftrive  to  fix  her  Beams,   which  are 
 
 More  bright  and  large  than  his. 
 
 Lucafia  and  Orinda  parting  with  Paftora  an4 
 Phillis,  at  Ipfwich. 
 
 I. 
 
 IN  your  Converfe  we  beft  can  read? 
 How  confiant  we  fhould  be, 
 But  'tis  in  lofing  that,  we  need 
 All  your  Philofophy. 
 II. 
 How  perifli'd  is  the  Joy  that's  part, 
 
 The  prefent  how  unfteady  ? 
 What  Comfort  can  be  great,  and  laftj 
 When  this  is  gone  already  ? 
 Ill 
 Yet  that  it  fubtly  may  torment, 
 
 The  Memory  does  remain  \ 
 For  what  was,  when  enjoy'd,  Content, 
 fs,  in  its  abfencc,  Pain. 
 
 O  IV.  If 
 
ic>4  Toems  on  fever  al  Occupons. 
 
 IV. 
 If  you'll  reftore  it,   we'll  not  grieve 
 
 That  Fate  does  now  us  fever 5 
 Tis  better  by  your  Gift  to  live, 
 Than  by  our  own  Endeavour. 
 
 Epitaph  on  my  truly  honoured  Publius  Scipio. 
 
 TO  the  officious  Marble  we  commit 
 A  Name,  above  the  Art  of  Time  or  Wit  3 
 'Tis  righteous,  Valiant  Scipio,  whofe  Life  we 
 Found  the  beft  Sermon,  and  beft  Hiftory  : 
 Whofe  Courage  was  no  Anguifh,  brutifh  Heat, 
 But  fuch  as  fpoke  him  good,  as  well  as  great  5 
 Which  firft  engag'd,  his  Arms  to  prop  the  State 
 Of  the  almoft  undone  'Palatinate, 
 And  help  the  Netherlands  to  ftem  the  Tide 
 Of  Rome's  Ambition,  and  the  Aujlrian  Pride  5 
 Which  fliall  in  ev'ry  Hiftory  be  fam'd, 
 Wherein  Breda  or  Frankendale  are  nam'd. 
 And  when  fore'd  by  his  Country's  angry  Stars 
 To  be  a  Party  in  her  Civil  Wars, 
 He  fo  much  Conduft  by  his  Valour  taught, 
 So  wifely  governd,  and  fo  bravely  fought, 
 That  th'  Engltjh  Annals  (hall  this  Record  bear, 
 None  better  could  dired,  or  further  dare. 
 
 Form'd 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occafwns.  19J 
 
 Form'd  both  for  War  and  Peace,  was  brave  in  Fight» 
 
 And  in  Debate  judicious  and  upright: 
 
 Religion  was  his  liritand  higheft  Care, 
 
 Which  rul'd  his  Heart  in  Peace,  his  Hand  in  War: 
 
 Which  at  the  lead  Sin  made  him  tremble  ftill, 
 
 And  rather  ftand  a  Breach,  than  aft  an  111  5 
 
 For  his  great  Heart  did  fuch  a  Temper  (how, 
 
 Stout  as  a  Rock,  yet  foft  as  melting  Snow. 
 
 In  him  fo  prudent,  and  yet  fo  finccre, 
 
 The  Serpent  much,  the  Dove  did  more  appear; 
 
 He  was  above  the  little  Arts  of  State, 
 
 And  fcorn'd  to  fell  his  Peace  to  mend  his  Fate, 
 
 Anxious  of  nothing,  but  an  inward  fpot, 
 
 His  Hand  was  open,  but  his  Confcience  not  $ 
 
 Juft  to  his  Word,  to  all  Religions  kind, 
 
 In  Duty  ftricl,  in  Bounty  unconfin  d  -, 
 
 And  yet  fo  modeft,  'twas  to  him  lefs  Pain 
 
 To  do  great  thing?,  than  hear  them  told  again  j 
 
 Perform,  fad  Stone,  thy  honourable  truft, 
 
 Unto  his  Mem'ry  and  thy  felf  be  juft, 
 
 For  his  Immortal  Name  fhall  thee  befriend, 
 
 And  pay  thee  back  more  Fame  than  thou  canft  lend. 
 
 O  2  To 
 
1 96  Toems  on  fever al  OccaJIons. 
 
 To  Mr.  Samuel  Cooper*  having  taken  LucafiaVP/- 
 flure,  given  December  14.     1660. 
 
 I. 
 
 IF  Noble  Things  can  Noble  Thoughts  infufe, 
 Your  Art  might  evn  in  me  create  a  Mufe, 
 And  what  you  didlnfpire,  you  would  Excufe. 
 
 II. 
 
 But  if  it  fuch  a  Miracle  could  do, 
 
 That  Mufe  would  not  return  you  half  your  due, 
 
 Since  'twould  my  Thanks,  but  not  the  Praife  purfue. 
 
 III. 
 To  praife  your  Art  is  than  it  felf  more  hard, 
 Nor  would  it  the  Endeavour  much  regard, 
 Since  it,  and  Virtue,  are  their  own  Reward. 
 
 IV. 
 A  Pencil  from  an  Angel  newly  caught, 
 And  Colours  in  the  Morning's  Bofom  fought, 
 Would  make  no  Piclure,  if  by  you  not  wrought. 
 
 V. 
 But  done  by  you,  it  does  no  more  admit 
 Of  an  Encomium  from  the  higheft  Wit, 
 Than  that  another  Hand  fhould  equal  it. 
 
 VI. 
 Yet  whild  you  with  creating  Pow'r  vye, 
 Command  the  very  Spirit  of  the  Eye, 
 And  then  reward  it  with  Eternity. 
 
 VII.  Whilfl 
 
Teems  on  fever  al  Qccafions.  19  7 
 
 VII. 
 
 Whilft  your  each  touch  does  Life  and  Air  convey, 
 Fetch  the  Soul  out,  like  overcoming  Day, 
 And  I  my  Friend  repeated  here  furvey. 
 
 VIII. 
 I  by  a  pallivc  Way  may  do  you  right, 
 Wearing  in  that  what  none  could  e'er  endite, 
 Your  Panegyrickj  and  tny  own  Delight. 
 
 w 
 
 Tar  ting  with  a  FRIEND. 
 
 I. 
 
 Hoever  thinks  that  Joys  below 
 
 Can  Lfting  be  and  great, 
 Let  him  b  hold  this  parting  Blow, 
 And  cure  his  own  Deceit. 
 II. 
 Alas  !  how  foon  are  Pleafures  done, 
 
 Where  Fortune  has  a  Pow'r! 
 How  like  to  the  declining  Sun, 
 Or  to  the  wither'd  Flow'r! 
 III. 
 A  thoufand  unconcerned  Eyes 
 
 Shell  fuffer  us  to  fee, 
 But  of  allthofe  we  chiefly  prize 
 We  mull  deprived  be. 
 
 O  3  IV.  But 
 
îj>8  *Poems  on  fever  al  Occafions* 
 
 IV. 
 
 But  we  may  conquer  if  we  will, 
 
 The  wanton  Tyrant  teach, 
 That  we  have  fomething  left  us  ftill 
 
 Which  grows  not  in  her  reach. 
 V. 
 That  unfeen  String  which  fattens  Hearts, 
 
 Nor  Time,  nor  Chance  e'er  ty'd  5 
 Nor  can  it  be  in  either  Js  Arts 
 
 Their  Unions  to  divide. 
 VI. 
 Where  Sympathy  does  Love  convey* 
 
 It  braves  all  other  Pow'rs^ 
 Lucajtay  and  Rofania,  fay, 
 
 Has  it  not  formed  ours  ? 
 VII. 
 If  forty  Weeks  Converfe  has  not 
 
 Been  able  yet  to  tye 
 Your  Souls  in  that  myfterious  Knot, 
 
 How  wretched  then  am  I? 
 VIII. 
 But  if  I  read  in  either's  Mind, 
 
 As  fure  I  hope  I  do, 
 That  each  to  other  is  combin'd, 
 
 Abfence  will  make  it  true. 
 
 IX.  No 
 
Toems  on  fever  ni  Occafions.  199 
 
 IX. 
 
 No  Accident  will  e'er  furprife, 
 
 Or  make  your  Kindnefs  ilart  5 
 Although  you  lofe  each  others  Eyes, 
 
 You'll  fader  keep  the  Heart. 
 X. 
 
 Letters  as  kind  as  Turtle  Doves, 
 
 And  undifguis'd  as  Thought, 
 Will  entertain  thofe  fervent  Loves 
 
 Which  have  each  other  bought, 
 XI. 
 Till  Fortune,  vexed  with  the  fight 
 
 Of  Faith  fo  free  from  ftain, 
 Shall  then  grow  weary  of  her  fpight, 
 
 And  let  you  meet  again. 
 XII. 
 Wherein  may  you  that  Rapture  find, 
 
 That  Sifter  Cherats  have, 
 When  I  am  in  my  Rocks  confin'd, 
 
 Or  feaPd  up  in  my  Grave. 
 
 To  my  deareft  Friend,  upon  her  (banning  Grandeur, 
 
 SHine  out,  rich  Soul  !  to  Greatnefs  be, 
 What  it  can  never  be  to  thee, 
 An  Ornament  ^  thou  canft  reftore 
 The  Luftre  which  it  had  before 
 
 O  4  Thefe 
 
2oô  *Fovms  on  feveral  Occajtons, 
 
 Thefe  Ruins  $  own  it  and  'twill  live, 
 Thy  Favour's  more  than  Kings  can  give, 
 Haft  more  above  all  Titles,  than 
 The  Bearers  are  'bove  common  Men  5 
 And  fo  heroick  art  within* 
 Thou  muft  dedend  to  be  a  Queen. 
 Yet  Honour  may  convenient  prove> 
 
 By  giving  thy  Soul  room  to  move  : 
 Affording  Scene  unro  that  Mind, 
 Which  is  too  great  to  be  confin'd* 
 
 Wert  thou  with  fingle  Virtue  ftor'd, 
 
 To  be  approv'd,  but  not  ador'd , 
 
 Thou  might'ft  retire  -,  but  who  e'er  meant 
 
 A  Paiace  for  a  Tenement? 
 
 ÎI  ?vn  has  fo  built  thee,  that  we  find 
 
 Thee  buried  when  thou  art  confin'd  : 
 
 îf  thou  in  Privacy  would'ft  live, 
 
 Yet  Luftre  to  thy  Virtues  give* 
 
 To  flifle  them  for  want  of  Air, 
 
 Injurious  is  to  Heav'n's  Care. 
 
 If  thou  wilt  be  immur'd,  where 
 
 Shall  thy  obliging  Soul  appear  ? 
 
 Where  fhali  thy  gen'rous  Prudence  be, 
 
 And  where  thy  Magnanimity  ? 
 
 Nay  thy  own  Darling  thou  doll:  hide, 
 
 Thy  felf-denial  is  deny\l$ 
 
 For  he  that  never  Greatnefs  tries, 
 
 Can  never  fafely  it  defpife. 
 
 That 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  O  ce  a  fions.  201 
 
 That  Antoninus  writ  well,  when 
 
 He  held  a  Scepter  and  l'en  : 
 
 Ixfs  Credit  Solomon  does  bring 
 
 As  a  Philofopher  than  King  , 
 
 So  much  Advantage  flows  from  hence, 
 
 To  write  by  our  Experience. 
 
 'Diogenes  I  muft  fufpeft 
 
 Of  Envy,  more  than  wife  Negleft, 
 
 When  he  his  Prince  fo  ill  did  treat, 
 
 And  fo  much  fpurned  at  the  Great.4 
 
 A  Cenfure  is  not  clear  from  thofe 
 
 Whom  Fate  fubjefts,  or  does  depofe^ 
 
 Nor  can  we  Greatnefs  underftand 
 
 From  an  opprefs'd  or  fallen  Hand: 
 
 But  'tis  fome  Prince  mult  that  define, 
 
 Or  one  that  freely  did  rcfign. 
 
 A  great  Altnanzor  teaches  thus, 
 
 Or  elfe  a  'Dionyjîus. 
 
 For,  to  know  Grandeur,  we  muft  live 
 
 In  that,  and  not  in  Peripective  j 
 
 Vouchfafe  the  Trial  then,  that  thou 
 
 May'ft  fafeiy  wield,  yet  di fallow 
 
 The  Worlds  Temptations,  and  be  ftill 
 
 Above  whatever  wou'd  thee  fill. 
 
 Convince  Mankind,  there's  fomewhat  more 
 
 Great  than  the  Titles  they  adore: 
 
 Stand  near  them,  and  'twill  foonbe  known 
 
 Thou  haft  more  Splendor  of  thy  own  5 
 
 Yield 
 
202  Toems  on  feveral  Occafiont. 
 
 Yield  to  the  wanting  Age,  and  be 
 
 Channel  of  true  Nobility  : 
 For  from  thy  Womb  fuch  Heroes  needs  muft  rife. 
 Who  Honours  will  deferve,  and  can  defpife. 
 
 To  Pastora,  being  with  her  Friend. 
 
 I. 
 
 WHile  you  the  double  Joy  obtain 
 Of  what  you  give,  and  what  you  gain: 
 Friendftiip,  who  owes  you  fo  much  Fame, 
 Commands  my  Tribute  to  your  Name, 
 
 II. 
 
 Friendship,  that  was  almoft  forlorn, 
 Sunk  under  ev  ry  Critick's  Scorn  * 
 But  that  your  Genius  her  protefts, 
 Had  fled  the  World,  at  leaft  the  Sex. 
 
 III. 
 You  have  reftored  them  and  us, 
 Whence  both  are  happy  5  Cœfar  thus 
 Ow'd  Rome  the  Glories  of  his  Reign, 
 And  Rome  ow'd  him  as  much  again. 
 
 IV. 
 You  in  your  Friend  thofe  Joys  have  found 
 Which  all  Relations  can  propound  ; 
 What  Nature  does  *mong  them  difperfe, 
 You  multiply  in  her  Converfe. 
 
 V.  You 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occajions.  203 
 
 V. 
 You  her  Enjoyment  have  purfu'd 
 In  Company,  and  Solitude  5 
 And  wherefoever  fhe'll  retire, 
 There's  the  Diverfion  you  defire. 
 
 VI. 
 Your  Joys  by  this  are  more  immenfe, 
 And  Heat  contracted  grows  intenfe  5 
 And  Friendfhip  to  be  fuch  to  you, 
 Will  make  thefe  Pleafures,  Honours  too. 
 
 VII. 
 Be  to  each  other  that  Content, 
 As  to  your  Sex  y  are  Ornament  5 
 And  may  your  Hearts,  by  mixture  loft, 
 Be  ftill  each  others  Blifs  and  Boaft. 
 
 VIII. 
 Impoflible  your  parting  be 
 As  that  you  e'er  lhou'd  difagree* 
 And  then  even  Death  your  Friend  will  prove, 
 And  both  at  once  (tho*  late)  remove. 
 
 IX. 
 But  that  you  may  feverely  live, 
 You  muft  th5  offending  World  forgive, 
 And  to  employ  your  Charity, 
 You  have  an  Objed  now  in  me. 
 
 X. 
 My  Pen,  fo  much  for  you  unfit, 
 Prefents  my  Heart,  tho*  not  my  Wit* 
 
 Which 
 
204  Toems  on  fever  al  Occafions. 
 
 Which  Heart  admires  what  you  exprefs, 
 More  than  what  Monarchs  do  poflefs. 
 
 XI. 
 Fear  not  Infection  from  my  Fate, 
 Tho'  I  mud   be  unfortunate, 
 For  having  paid  my  Vows  due,  I 
 Shall  foon  withdraw,  wither  and  die. 
 
 To  my  Lord  and  Lady  Dungannon   on  their 
 Marriage^  May  n.  1662. 
 
 TO  you,  who,  in  your  felves,  do  comprehen 
 All  you  can  wifh,  and  alt  we  can  commend  % 
 Whom  Worth  does  guide,  and  Deftiny  obey, 
 What  Off 'rings  can  the  ufelefs  Mufcs  pay  ? 
 Each  muft  at  once  fufpend  her  charming  Lyre, 
 Til]  (he  hath  learn 'd  from  you  what  to  infpire: 
 Well  may  they  wonder  to  obferve  a  Knot, 
 So  curioufly  by  Love  and  Fortune  wrought, 
 To  which  propitious  Heav'n  did  decree, 
 All  things  on  Earrh  (hou'd  tributary  be^ 
 By  gentle,  fure,  but  unperceiv'd  degrees, 
 As  the  Suns  motion,  or  the  growth  of  Trees, 
 Does  Providence  our  Wills  to  hers  incline, 
 And  makes  all  Accidents  ferve  her  Defign* 
 Her  Pencil  (Sir)  within  your  Breaft  did  draw 
 The  Pi&ure  of  a  Face  you  never  faw, 
 
 With 
 
 I 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Octajions.  205 
 
 With  Touches,  which  To  fweet  were  and  fo  true* 
 
 By  them  alone  th* Original  you  knew 5 
 
 And  at  that  fight  with  Satisfaction  yield 
 
 Your  Freedom,  which  till  then  maintairi'd  the  field. 
 
 Twas  by  the  fame  myflerious  Pow'r  too, 
 
 That  (he  has  been  fo  long  refervM  foe  you  ; 
 
 Whofe  noble  Pallion,  with  fubrniiïïve  art, 
 
 Difarm'd  her  Scruples,  and  fubdud  her  Heart: 
 
 And  now  that  at  the  lafl  your  Souls  are  ty'd, 
 
 Whom  flood  nor  difficulties  could  divide, 
 
 Ev'n  you  that  beauteous  Union  may  admire, 
 
 Which  was  at  once  HcavVs  care,  and  }our  defire» 
 
 You  are  fo  happy  in  each  others  Love, 
 
 And  in  aifur'd  Protection  from  above, 
 
 That  we  no  Willi  can  add  unto  your  Blifs, 
 
 But  that  it  (hould  continue  as  it  is. 
 
 O!  may  it  fo,  and  may  the  wheel  of  Fate 
 
 In  you  no  more  Change  than  (he  feels,  create ^ 
 
 And  may  you  ftill  your  H  ippinefles  find, 
 
 Not  on  your  Fortune  growing,  but  yoir  Mind, 
 
 Whereby  the  (hafts  of  Chance  a!  .  c, 
 
 As  all  things  cife  did  that  oppos'd  your  Love. 
 
 Be  kind  and  happy  to  that  great  degree, 
 
 As  may  inftruet  lateft  PoiLerky, 
 
 From  fo  rever'd  a  Prefidem  to  fr  ime 
 
 Rules  to  their  Duty,  to  their  Wiflies  aim. 
 
 May  the  vaft  Sea  for  your  fake  quit  his  Pri 
 
 And  grow  fo  fmooth,  while  on  his  Breafl 
 
 As 
 
2c6  Toems  on  fever al  Occafions. 
 
 As  may  not  only  bring  you  to  your  Port, 
 
 But  (hew  how  all  things  do  your  Virtues  court. 
 
 May  ev'ry  Objeft  give  you  new  delight, 
 
 May  Time  forget  his  Sythe,  and  Fate  his  Spight  > 
 
 And  may  you  never  other  forrow  know. 
 
 But  what  your  Pity  feels  for  others  woe  5 
 
 May  your  Compaffion  be  like  that  Divine, 
 
 Which  relieves  all  on  whom  it  does  but  (hine, 
 
 Whilft  you  produce  a  Race  that  may  inherit 
 
 All  your  great  flock  of  Beauty,  Fame,  and  Merit. 
 
 To  his  Grace  Gilbert  Lord  Archbifhop  of  Canter- 
 bury, July  10.  1664. 
 
 THat  private  Shade,  wherein  my  Mufe  was  bred, 
 She  always  hopsd  might  hide  her  humble  head* 
 Believing  the  Retirement  (he  had  chofe 
 Might  yield  her,  if  not  Pardon,  yet  Repofe* 
 Nor  other  repetitions  did  exped, 
 Than  what  our  Ecchoes  from  the  Rocks  refled. 
 But  hurry  M  from  her  Cave  with  wild  affright, 
 And  drag  d  malicioufly  into  the  Light, 
 (Which  makes  her  like  the  Hebrew  Virgin  mourn 
 When  from  her  face  her  Vail  was  rudely  torn) 
 To  you  (my  Lord)  (he  now  for  Succour  calls, 
 And  at  your  feet,  with  juft  Confufion,  falls. 
 But  (lie  will  thank  the  wrong  deferv'd  her  Hate, 
 If  it  procure  her  that  aufpicious  Fate, 
 
 That 
 
Toems  on  fever  a  I  Occafions.  207 
 
 That  the  fame  wing  may  over  her  be  caft, 
 Where  the  be  ft  Church  of  all  the  World  is  plac'd, 
 And  under  which,  when  fhe  is  once  retir'd, 
 She  really  may  come  to  be  infpir'd. 
 And  by  the  Wonders  which  (he  there  (hall  view, 
 May  raife  her  felf  to  fuch  a  Theme  as  you, 
 Who  were  preferv'd  to  Govern  and  Reftore 
 That  Church,  whofe  Confeflor  you  were  before  5 
 And  (hew,  by  your  unweary'd  prefent  Care, 
 Your  SufPrings  are  not  ended,  though  hers  are: 
 For  whilfl  your  Crofier  her  Defence  fecures, 
 You  purchafe  her  Reft  with  the  Lofs  of  yours- 
 And  Heav'n  who  firft  refin'd  your  worth,  and  then 
 Gave  it  fo  large  and  eminent  a  Scene, 
 Hath  paid  you  what  was  many  ways  your  due, 
 And  done  it  felf  a  greater  Right  than  you. 
 For  after  fuch  a  rough  and  tedious  Storm 
 Had  torn  the  Church,  and  done  her  fo  much  harm- 
 And  (though  at  length  rebuk'd,  yet)  left  behind 
 Such  angry  reliques,  in  the  Wave  and  Wind; 
 No  Pilot  could,  whofe  Skill  and  Faith  were  lefs, 
 Manage  the  (hatter'd  VefTel  with  Succefs. 
 The  Piety  of  the  Apoftles  Times, 
 And  Courage  to  refill  this  Ages  Crimes, 
 Majeftick  Sweetnefs,  temper'd  and  refin'd, 
 In  a  Polite  and  Comprehenfive  Mind, 
 Were  all  requir'd,  her  Ruins  to  repair, 
 And  all  united  in  her  Primate  are. 
 
 In 
 
2o8  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajîons. 
 
 In  your  Afpeft,  fo  candid  and  ferene, 
 The  Confcience  of  fuch  Virtue  may  be  feen, 
 As  makes  the  fullen  Schifmatick  confent, 
 A  Church-man  may  be  Great  and  Innocent. 
 This  (hall  thofe  Men  reproachf  if  not  reduce, 
 And  take  away  their  Fault,  or  their  Excufe, 
 Whilft  in  your  Life  and  Government  appear 
 All  that  the  Pious  wiih,  and  Fadious  fear. 
 Since  the  prevailing  Crofs  her  Enfigns  fpread, 
 And  Pagan  Gods  from  Chriftian  Bifliops  fled, 
 Times  curious  Eye  till  now  hath  never  fpy'd 
 The  Church's  Helm  fo  happily  fupply'd. 
 Merit  and  Providence  fo  fitly  met, 
 The  Worthieft  Prelate  in  the  higheft  Seat. 
 
 If  Noble  Things  can  Noble  Thoughts  infufe, 
 Your  Life  (my  Lord)  may,  ev'n  in  me,  produce 
 Such  Raptures,  that,  of  their  rich  Fury  proud, 
 I  may,  perhaps,  dare  to  proclaim  aloud  ^ 
 Affur'd,  the  World  that  Ardour  will  excufe, 
 Applaud  the  Subjeft,  and  forgive  the  Mufe, 
 
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 K.T  H  I  L  ITS. 
 
2io  Toems  on  fever  al  0  ce  a  fions. 
 
 La  Solitude  de  St.  Amant. 
 
 I. 
 
 O!  que  j'aime  la  Solitude, 
 Que  ces  lieux  f acre  &  à  la  nuicl, 
 Eloignez  du  monde  &  de  bruit, 
 
 Tlaifent  a  mon  inquietude. 
 Mon  Dieu  !  que  mes  yeux  font  contins, 
 
 *De  voir  ces  Bois,  qui  fe  trouvèrent 
 A  la  nativité  du  Temps, 
 
 Et  que  tous  les  Siècles  reverent, 
 EJlre  encore  auffî  beaux  &  vers, 
 Qu'aux  premiers  jours  de  l'Univers. 
 
 II. 
 Un  gay  Zephire  les  careffe, 
 *Dyun  movement  doux  &  flatteur > 
 Rien  qUe  leur  extreme  hauteur, 
 
 Ne  fait  remarquer  leur  vieille  If e. 
 Jadi  Tan,  &  fes  demi-ditux 
 
 T  vindrent  chercher  du  refuge, 
 Quand  Jupiter  ouvrit  les  deux 
 Tour  nous  envoyer  le  deluge, 
 Et  fe  fauvans  fur  leurs  Rameaux, 
 A  peine  virent  ils  les  Eaux. 
 
 III. 
 Que  fur  cette  Efpine  fleurie, 
 Dont  le  printemps  eft  amoureux, 
 
 Thilomele 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occajions.  211 
 
 ENGLISHED. 
 
 I. 
 
 O  Solitude!  my  fweeteft  choice, 
 Places  devoted  to  the  Night, 
 Remote  from  tumult,  and  from  noife, 
 
 How  you  my  reftlefs  thoughts  delight  ! 
 O  Heav'ns  !  what  Content  is  mine 
 
 To  fee  thofe  Trees  which  have  appear'd 
 From  the  nativity  of  Time, 
 
 And  which  all  Ages  have  rever'd,    - 
 To  look  to  day  as  frelh  and  green 
 As  when  their  beauties  firft  were  feen  ! 
 
 II. 
 A  chearful  Wind  does  court  them  fo, 
 
 And  with  fuch  am'rous  Breath  enfold, 
 That  we  by  nothing  elfe  can  know. 
 
 But  by  their  height,  that  they  are  old. 
 Hither  the  Demy-gods  did  flie 
 
 To  feek  a  San&uary,  when 
 Difpleafed  Jove  once  piercd  the  Sky, 
 
 To  pour  a.Deluge  upon  Men, 
 And  on  thefe  Boughs  themfelves  did  fave, 
 Whence  .they  could  hardly  fee  a  Wave. 
 
 III. 
 Sad  Thilomel  upon  this  Thorn, 
 
 So  curioufly  by  Flora  dreft, 
 
 P  2  ~~  la 
 
îî2  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajîons. 
 
 Thilomele  au  chant  langoureux^ 
 
 Entretient  bien  ma  refverie. 
 Que  je  prens  plaifîr  a  voir 
 
 Ces  Monts  pendans  en  precipices, 
 Qui  pour  les  coups  de  defefpoir* 
 
 Sont  aux  Malheureux  fe  propices* 
 Quand  la  cruauté  de  leur  fort 
 Les  force  a  rechercher  la  Mort. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Que  je  trouve  doux  la  ravage 
 <De  ces  fers  torrens  vagabonds , 
 Qui  fe  précipitent  par  bonds* 
 
 *Dans  ce  valon  vert  &  fauvage  -, 
 Tuis  gliffans  fous  les  Arbrijfeaux 
 
 Ainfi  qtte  des  Serpens  fur  l'herbe* 
 Se  changeant  en  pi  ai  fans  ruiffeaux* 
 
 Ou  quelque  Noyade  fuperbe 
 Règne  comme  enfon  li£i  natale 
 ^Deffus  un  Throfne  de  Chriftal. 
 
 V. 
 
 Que  j'aim?  ces  Marefts  paifîbles* 
 Il  eft  tout  bordé  déliziers* 
 Tï*  Aulnes*  de  Saules '*  &  dOfiers* 
 
 A  qui  le  fer  n'eft  point  ?iuifîble. 
 Les  Nimphes  y  cherchent  le  frais* 
 
 Sy  viennent  fournir  de  quenouyilles, 
 *De  pipeaux*  de  Jonce%  &  de  glaïs* 
 
 Ou  F  on  voit  fauter  les  grenouilles* 
 
 Qui 
 
Toetns  on  fever  al  Occajtom.  213 
 
 In  melting  notes,,  her  cafe  forlorn, 
 
 To  entertain  me,  hath  confefs'd. 
 O  !  how  agreeable  a  fight 
 
 Thefe  hanging  Mountains  do  appear, 
 Which  the  unhappy  would  invite 
 
 To  finifh  all  their  Sorrows  here, 
 When  their  hard  Fate  makes  them  endure 
 Such  woes,  as  only  Death  can  cure. 
 
 IV. 
 What  pretty  Defolations  make 
 
 Thefe  Torrents  vagabond  and  fierce, 
 Who  in  vaft  leaps  their  Springs  forfaie, 
 
 This  folitary  Vale  to  pierce. 
 Then  Aiding,  juft  as  Serpents  do, 
 
 Under  the  foot  of  ev'ry  Tree, 
 Themfelves  are  changd  to  Rivers  too. 
 
 Wherein  fome  ftately  Nayadey 
 As  in  her  native  Bed,  is  grown 
 A  Queen  upon  a  Chriftal  Throne. 
 
 V. 
 This  Fen  befet  with  River-Plants, 
 
 (O!  how  it  does  my  Senfes  charm!) 
 Nor  Elders,  Reeds,  nor  Willows  wants, 
 
 Which  the  (harp  Steel  did  never  harm. 
 Here  Nymphs,  which  come  to  take  the  Air, 
 
 May  with  fuch  Diftaffs  furnifh'd  be, 
 As  Flags  and  Rufhes  can  prepare  : 
 
 Where  we  the  nimble  Frogs  may  fee, 
 
 P  3  Who 
 
214  Teems  on  fever  al  Occafions. 
 
 Qui  de  frayeur  s'y  vont  cacher 9 
 Si  toft  qu'on  veut  s'en  approcher. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Là  cent  mille  oy féaux  aquatiques^ 
 Vivent  fans  craindre  en  leur  repos y 
 Le  Giboyeur  fin  &  difipos, 
 
 Avec  fes  mortelles  pratiques. 
 L'un  tout  joyeux,  dun  fi  beau  jour, 
 
 S'amufe  a  becquetter  fa  Tlnme^ 
 L'autre  allentit  le  feu  damour^ 
 
 Qui  dans  l'eau  mefme  &  confumey 
 Et  prennent  tous  innocemment 
 Leur  plaifir  en  cet  Element* 
 
 VIL 
 
 Jamais  VEfte^  ny  la  froidure, 
 N'ont  feu  paffer  dejfus  cette  Eau% 
 Nulle  charette>  ny  batteau 
 
 ^Depuis  qui  Von,  &  Vautre  dure: 
 Jamais  voyageur  altéré^ 
 
 N'y  fit  fervir  fa  main  de  taffe> 
 Jamais  cheureùil  defefperé 
 
 Ny  finit  fa  vie  à  la  chaffe: 
 Et  jamais  le  Traifore  hameçon 
 N'en  fit  for  tir  aucun  poiffon. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Que  j'aime  a  voir  la  decadence 
 De  ces  vieux  chajteaux  ruinez,^ 
 
 Contre 
 
Toetns  on  fever  al  Occa fions.  2 1  f 
 
 Who  frighted  to  Retreat  do  flie, 
 If  an  approaching  Man  they  fpie. 
 
 VI. 
 Here  Water-fowl  Repofe  enjoy, 
 
 Without  the  interrupting  care, 
 Left  Fortune  fhould  their  Blifs  deftroy 
 
 By  the  malicious  Fowlers  Snare. 
 Some  ravifli'd  with  fo  bright  a  day, 
 
 Their  Feathers  finely  prune  and  deck, 
 Others  their  am'rous  Heats  allay, 
 
 Which  yet  the  Waters  could  not  check, 
 All  take  their  innocent  Content 
 In  this  their  lovely  Element, 
 
 VII. 
 Summer's,  nor  Winter's  bold  approach, 
 
 This  Stream  did  never  entertain, 
 Nor  ever  felt  a  Boat  or  Coach 
 
 Whilft  either  Seafon  did  remain. 
 No  thirfty  Traveller  came  near, 
 
 And  rudely  made  his  Hand  his  Cup, 
 Nor  any  hunted  Hind  hath  here 
 
 Her  hopelefs  Life  refigned  up, 
 Nor  ever  did  the  treacherous  Hook 
 Intrude,  to  empty  any  Brook. 
 
 VIII. 
 What  Beauty  is  there  in  the  Sight 
 
 Of  thefe  old  ruin'd  Caftle  Walls, 
 
 P  4  On 
 
île  *Poems  on  fever  àl  Occajtons. 
 
 Contre  qui  le$  uns  Mutinez 
 
 Ont  déployez  leur  infolence* 
 Les  Sorciers  y  font  leur  Sabat, 
 
 Les  "Demons  follets  s'y  retirent  y 
 Qui  d'un  malicieux  état, 
 
 Trompent  nos  fens,  &  nos  martirent  ; 
 La  fe  nichent  en  mille  troux 
 Les  Couleuvres  &  les  Hyboux. 
 
 IX. 
 
 VOrfrage  avec  Ces  cris  fun&res* 
 Mortelles  augures  des  deflins. 
 Fait  rire  &  dancer  les  lutins* 
 
 *Dans  ces  lieux  remplis  de  benetres* 
 Sous  un  cheuron  de  bois  maudit 
 
 T  branle  le  fquelette  horrible, 
 ÏÏ'un  pauvre  amant  qui  fe  fendit* 
 
 *Pour  une  Bergère  infencible* 
 Qui  d'un  feul  regard  de  pitiey 
 Ne  daigna  voir  [on  amitié. 
 
 X. 
 
 Âuffi  le  Ciel  juge  equitable* 
 Qui  maintient  les  loix  en  vigueur ', 
 Trononca  contre  fa  rigueur 
 
 Une  fentence  epouventable. 
 Autour  de  ces  vieux  ojfemens 
 
 Son  ombre  aux  peines  condamnée* 
 Lamente  en  long  gemijfemens 
 
 Sa  malheur eufe  deflinée, 
 
 Ayant 
 
<Poems  on  fever  al  Occasions.  217 
 
 On  which  the  utinoft  Rage  and  Spight 
 
 On  Times  word  Infurreftion  falls. 
 The  Witches  keep  their  Sabbath  here, 
 
 And  wanton  Devils  make  retreat, 
 Who  in  malicious  Sports  appear, 
 
 Our  Senfe  both  to  afilid:  and  cheat, 
 And  here,  within  a  thoufand  holes, 
 Are  Nefts  of  Adders  and  of  Owles. 
 
 IX. 
 The  Raven  with  his  difmal  cries, 
 
 That  mortal  augury  of  Fate, 
 Thofe  ghaftly  Goblins  gratifies, 
 
 Which  in  thofe  gloomy  Places  wait. 
 On  a  curs'd  Tree  the  Wind  does  move 
 
 A  Carcafe  which  did  once  belong 
 To  one  that  hang  d  himfelf,   for  Love 
 
 Of  a  fair  Nymph  that  did  him  wrongi 
 Who,  tho*  flie  faw  his  Love  and  Truth, 
 With  one  Look  wou*d  not  fave  the  Youth. 
 
 X. 
 But  Heavn,  which  judges  equally, 
 
 And  its  own  Laws  will  ftill  maintain, 
 Rewarded  foon  her  Cruelty 
 
 With  a  deferv'd  and  mighty  Pain: 
 About  this  fqualid  heap  of  Bones, 
 
 Her  wandring  and  condemned  Shade, 
 Laments  in  long  and  piercing  Grones 
 
 The  Deftiny  her  Rigour  made, 
 
 And 
 
2i8  To  ems  on  fever al  Occasions* 
 
 Ayant  pour  croiftre  fon  affroy, 
 Tous  jours  fon  crime  devant  foy. 
 
 XL 
 Làfe  trouvent  fur  quelques  maftres, 
 Ties  devifes  du  temps  paffée, 
 ley  l'a  age  a  pre  [que  effacé 
 
 *Des  chiffres  taillez  fur  les  aftres. 
 La  plancher  du  lieu  le  plus  haut> 
 
 Efl  tombe  jufque  dans  la  Care, 
 Que  la  limace ',  e*r  la  crapout 
 
 Souillent  de  venin  &  de  bare, 
 La  lierre  y  croifl  au  foyer, 
 A  l "ombrage  d'un  grand  Noyer. 
 XII. 
 
 La  deffus  s'eftend  une  voûte, 
 Si  f ombre  en  un  certain  endroit, 
 Que  quand  'Phœbus  y  de fc  endroit, 
 
 Je  penfe  qu'il  n'y  v  err  oit  goûte. 
 Le  fommeil aux pefans  four  ci  s, 
 
 Enchante  dun  morne  fîlence, 
 T  doit  bien  loin  de  tous  foucis9 
 
 <Dans  les  bras  de  la  nonchalance, 
 Lafchement  couché  fur  le  dos, 
 Tûeffur  des  gertes  de  pavots. 
 XIII. 
 
 Au  creux  de  cette  grotte  frefche, 
 Où  l'amour  fe  pourroit  geler, 
 Eccho  ne  ceffe  de  brafler 
 
 Tour  fon  Amant*  froid,  &  Tevefcbe. 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occafions.  219 
 
 And  the  more  to  augment  her  Fright 
 Her  Crime  is  ever  in  her  fight. 
 
 XI. 
 There,  upon  Antique  Marbles  trac'd, 
 
 Devices  of  pad  times  we  fee  ; 
 Here  Age  hath  almoft  quite  defac'd 
 
 What  Lovers  carv'd  on  ev'ry  Tree. 
 The  Cellar*  here,  the  higheft  Room 
 
 Receives,  when  its  old  Rafters  faiJ, 
 Soil'd  with  the  Venom  and  the  Foam 
 
 Both  of  the  Spider  and  the  Snail: 
 And  th*  Ivy  in  the  Chimney,  we 
 Find  (haded  by  a  Wall-Nutt  Tree. 
 
 XII. 
 Below  there  does  a  Cave  extend, 
 
 Wherein  there  is  fo  dark  a  Grot, 
 That  (houd  the  Sun  himfelf  defcend, 
 
 I  think  he  coud  not  fee  a  jot. 
 Here  Sleep,  within  a  heavy  Lid, 
 
 In  quiet  Sadnefs  locks  up  Senfe, 
 And  ev'ry  Care  he  does  forbid, 
 
 Whilft  in  the  Arms  of  Negligence, 
 Lazily  on  his  Back  he's  fpread , 
 And  Sheaves  of  Poppy  are  his  Bed. 
 
 XIII. 
 Within  this  cool  and  hollow  Cave, 
 
 Where  Love  it  felf  might  turn  to  Ice, 
 Poor  Eccho  ceafes  not  to  rave 
 
 On  her  NarciJ[us%  wild  and  nice: 
 
220  Toetns  on  fever  al  Occupons. 
 
 Je  m'y  coule  fans  faire  bruit , 
 
 Et  par  la  celefle  harmonie 
 ^D'un  doux  Lut ,  aux  charmes  injîruit, 
 
 Je  flatte  fa  trifle  maniey 
 Faifant  repeter  mes  accords, 
 A  la  voix  qui  luy  fert  de  corps. 
 XIV. 
 
 Tantoft  fortant  de  ces  ruines^ 
 Je  monte  au  haut  de  ce  rocher  > 
 "Dont  le  fommet  femble  chercher 
 
 En  quel  lieu  fe  font  les  bruines: 
 Vais  je  defcends  tout  a  loifïr 
 
 Sous  unfalaize  efcarpée^ 
 ^D'ou  je  regarde  avec  plaiftr 
 
 L'onde  qui  la  prefque  fappée 
 Jufquaux  feige  de  Talemony 
 Fait  d'efponges  &  de  Limon. 
 
 XV. 
 
 Que  c'efl  une  chofe  agréable 
 2)V/?r<?  fur  le  bord  de  la  Mery 
 Quand  elle  vient  a  fe  calmer  y 
 
 Apres  quelque  orage  affroyable% 
 Et  que  les  chevelas  Tritons ', 
 
 Haut  fur  les  vagues  fecoiiées, 
 Trapent  les  airs  d'e/rranges  tonsy 
 
 Avec  leurs  trompes  enrouez, 
 fD'ont  l éclat  rend  refpeâlueux 
 Le  vents  les  plus  impétueux. 
 
 XVL 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occafîons.  221 
 
 Hither  I  foftly  ftcal  a  Thought, 
 
 And  by  the  fofter  Mufick  made 
 With  a  fweet  Lute  in  Charms  well  taught  5 
 
 Sometimes  I  flatter  her  fad  Shade, 
 Whilft  of  my  Ciiords  I  make  fuch  choice, 
 They  ferve  as  Body  to  her  Voice. 
 
 XIV. 
 When  from  thefe  Ruins  I  retire, 
 
 This  horrid  Rock  I  do  invade, 
 Whofe  lofty  Brow  feems  to  enquire 
 
 Of  what  Materials  Mifts  are  made  : 
 From  thence  defcending  leifurely 
 
 Under  the  Brow  of  this  deep  Hill, 
 It  with  great  pleafure  I  defcry 
 
 By  Waters  undermin'd,  until 
 They  to  Ta/œmon's  Seat  did  climb, 
 Compos'd  of  Spunges  and  of  Slime. 
 
 XV. 
 How  highly  is  the  Fancy  pleasM 
 
 To  be  upon  the  Ocean's  fhoar, 
 When  fhe  begins  to  be  appeas'd, 
 
 And  her  tierce  Billows  ceafe  to  roar! 
 And  when  the  Hairy  Tritons  are 
 
 Riding  upon  the  fliaken  Wave, 
 With  what  ftrange  Sounds  they  ftrike  the  Air 
 
 Of  their  Trumpets  hoarfe  and  brave, 
 Whofe  (hrill  Report,  does  ev'ry  Wind 
 Unto  his  due  Submiffion  bind  ! 
 
 XVI. 
 
22  %  Toems  on  fever  al  Occajtons* 
 
 XVI. 
 
 Tantojl  brouillant  ïarene 
 Murmure  à0  frémit  de  courroux, 
 Se  roullant  dejfous  les  Cailloux, 
 
 Qu'elle  apporte  &  qu'elle  r'entrainet 
 Tant  oft  elle  eftale  en  fes  bords 
 
 Que  l'ire  de  Neptune  outrage, 
 JDes  gens  noyez,    des  monftres  mortsi 
 
 *Des  vaijfeaux  brifez  du  naufrage, 
 Des  *Diamans,  de  l* ambre  Gris, 
 Et  mille  autres  chofes  de  prix. 
 XVII. 
 
 Tant  oft  la  plus  clarre  de  Monde, 
 Elle  femble  un  miroir  flottant. 
 Et  nous  repre fente  a  l'inftant 
 
 Encore  d'autres  deux  fous  l'onde, 
 Le  foleil  syy  fait  fi  bien  voir, 
 
 T  contemplant  f on  beau  vif  age, 
 Qu'on  eft  quelques  temps  a  fcavoir 
 
 Si  c'eft  luy  mefme  oufon  image, 
 Et  d' abord  il  femble  a  nos  yeux, 
 
 Qu'il  fe  laiffe  tomber  des  deux. 
 XVIII. 
 
 Bemieres  pour  qui  je  me  vante, 
 *De  ne  rien  faire  que  de  beau, 
 Reçoive  ce  fantafque  tableau 
 
 Fait  dune  peinture  vivante  ; 
 
 Je 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occafîons.  11% 
 
 •    XVI. 
 
 Sometimes  the  Sea  the  Sand  difpels, 
 
 Trembling  and  murm'ring  in  the  Bay, 
 And  rowles  it  felf  upon  the  Shells 
 
 Which  it  both  brings  and  takes  away. 
 Sometimes  expofeJ  to  the  Strand, 
 
 Th'  Eftefts  of  Neptute's  Rage  and  Scorn, 
 Drown'd  Men,  dead  Monfters,  cad  on  Land, 
 
 And  Ships  that  were  in  Tempefts  torn, 
 With  Diamonds  and  Ambergreece, 
 And  many  more  fuch  things  as  thefe. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 Sometimes  fo  fweetly  lhe  does  fmile, 
 
 A  floating  Mirror  (he  might  be, 
 And  you  wou'd  fancy  all  that  while 
 
 New  Heav'ns  in  her  Face  to  fee  : 
 The  Sun  himfelf  is  drawn  fo  well, 
 
 When  there  he  woud  his  Pidure  view, 
 That  our  Eye  can  hardly  tell 
 
 Which  is  the  falfe  Sun,  which  the  true  5 
 And  left  we  give  our  Senfe  the  Lye, 
 We  think  he's  fallen  from  the  Skye, 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 Bernieres  !  for  whofe  beloved  fake 
 My  Thoughts  are  at  a  noble  Strife, 
 
 This  my  fantaftick  Landskip  take, 
 Which  I  have  copy'd  from  the  Life, 
 
324  Toems  on  fever  al  Occafïons, 
 
 Je  ne  cherche  que  les  defers, 
 
 Où  refvant  tout  feul  je  riamufe, 
 A  des  dij cours  ajfez>  difers, 
 
 <De  mon  Génie  avec  la  Mufe, 
 Mais  mon  plus  aimable  entretien, 
 Ceji  le  reffouvenir  du  tien. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Tu  vois  dans  cette  Toejîe, 
 Pleine  de  licence  &  d'ardeur, 
 Les  beaux  rayons  de  la  fplendeur 
 
 Qui  m'efclaire  la  Fantafîe. 
 Tant  oft  chagrin,  tant  oft  joyeux^ 
 
 Selon  que  la  fureur  m'enflame, 
 Et  que  lobjeâï  s'offre  a  mes  yeux, 
 
 Les  propos  me  naiffent  en  lame, 
 Sans  contraindre  la  liberté 
 "Du  T)emon,  qui  m'a  tranfportê. 
 
 XX. 
 
 O  !  que  j'aime  la  Solitude, 
 C'eft  l'Elément  des  bons  efprits 
 Ceft  far  elle  que  fay  compris, 
 
 L'art  d'Apollon  fans  nulle  eftude  : 
 Je  r aime  pour  l'amour  de  toy 
 
 Connoijfant  que  ton  humeur  l*aime% 
 Mais  quand  je  penfe  bien  a  moyy 
 
 Je  la  hay  pour  la  raïfon  mefme, 
 Car  elle  pourroit  me  ravir 
 Vheur  de  te  voir,  &  de  te  fervir. 
 
 Tendre! 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occafïons.  225 
 
 And  with  Difcourfc  refin'd  enough, 
 
 My  Genius  and  the  Mufes  talk  5 
 But  the  Converfe  mod  truely  mine. 
 Is  the  dear  memory  of  thine. 
 
 XIX. 
 Thou  may'ft  in  this  Poem  find, 
 
 So  full  of  Liberty  and  heat, 
 What  illuftrious  Rays  have  fhin'd 
 
 To  enlighten  my  Conceit  : 
 Sometimes  penfive,  fometimes  gay, 
 
 Juft  as  that  Fury  does  controul, 
 And  as  the  Objed  I  furvey, 
 
 The  Notions  grow  up  in  my  Soul, 
 And  are  as  unconcern  d  and  free 
 As  the  Flame  which  tranfported  me. 
 
 XX. 
 O  !  how  I  Solitude  adore, 
 
 That  Element  of  nobleft  Wit, 
 Where  I  have  learn  d  Apollo's  lore, 
 
 Without  the  Pains  to  ftudy  it: 
 For  thy  fake  I  in  Love  am  grown 
 
 With  what  thy  Fancy  does  purfue^ 
 But  when  I  think  upon  my  own, 
 
 I  hate  it  for  that  reafon  too, 
 Becaufe  it  needs  mud  hinder  me 
 From  feeing,  and  from  ferving  thee. 
 
 Q  Tendres 
 
2  26  Toems  on  fever  al  Occaftons. 
 
 Tendres-defers  out  of  French  Trofe. 
 
 GO  foft  Defires,  Love's  gentle  Progeny, 
 And  on  the  Heart  of  charming  Sylvia  fieze, 
 Then  quickly  back  again  return  to  me, 
 
 Since  that's  the  only  cure  for  my  Difeafe  -, 
 But  if  you  mifs  her  Breaft  whom  I  adore, 
 Then  take  your  Flight,  and  vifit  mine  no  more. 
 
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 Amanii  ch'  in  panti,  &c. 
 
 Overs  who  in  Complaints  your  felves  confume, 
 And  to  be  happy  once  perhaps  prefume. 
 Your  Love  and  Hopes  alike  are  vain, 
 Nor  will  they  ever  cure  your  Pain. 
 They  that  in  Love  wou'djoy  attain, 
 Their  Paillon  to  their  Power  muft  frame  5 
 Let  them  enjoy  what  they  can  gain, 
 And  never  higher  aim. 
 
 Complaints  and  Sorrows,  from  me  now  dt  part, 
 You  think  to  foften  an  ungentle  Heart, 
 When  it  not  only  wards  fuch  Blows, 
 But  from  your  fufPrance  prouder  grows. 
 They  that  in  Love  wou'd  Joy,  &c. 
 
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 A  T  aft  oral  of  Monficur  de  Scudery\r  in  the  firjl 
 Volume  of  Alma  hide,  Englifhed. 
 
 SLothful  Deceiver,  come  away; 
 With  nu  again  the  Fields  furvcy; 
 And  deep  no  more,  unlefs  it  be 
 My  Fortune  thou  fhould'fl  Dream  of  me. 
 
 The  Sky,  from  which  the  Night  is  fled, 
 Is  painted  with  a  matchlefs  Red  : 
 'Fis  Day^  the  Morning  greets  my  Eyes: 
 Thou  art  my  Sun,  wilt  thou  not  rife? 
 
 Now  the  black  Shadows  of  the  Night 
 From  Heav  n  and  Earth  are  put  to  flight: 
 Come  and  difpel  each  lingring  Shade, 
 With  that  Light  which  thy  Eyes  have  made. 
 
 That  Planet  which  fo  like  thee  feems, 
 In  his  long  and  piercing  Beams, 
 At  once  Illuminates  and  Gilds 
 All  thefe  Valleys,  and  thefe  Fields. 
 
 The  Winds  do  rather  figh  than  blow, 
 And  Rivers  murmur  as  they  go, 
 And  all  things  feem  to  thee  to  fay, 
 Rife  Fair  one,  'tis  a  Lovely  Day. 
 
 Q  2  Come 
 
228  Toems  on  fever  al  Occafions. 
 
 Come  and  the  liquid  Pearls  defcry, 
 Which  glitt'ring  'mong  the  Flowers  lye$ 
 Day  finds  them  wet,  when  it  appears, 
 And  'tis  too  often  with  my  Tears, 
 
 Hearken,  and  thou  v/ilt  much  approve 
 The  Warbling  Confort  of  this  Grove  $ 
 Compleat  the  Pleafure  of  our  Ears, 
 Mixing  thy  Harmony  with  theirs. 
 
 Feathered  Mufician  ftep  afide, 
 Thy  felf  within  thefe  Bufhes  hide, 
 While  my  Amintds  Voice  affords 
 Her  Charming  Notes  to  cloath  my  Words, 
 
 Haften  to  Sing  them  then,  my  Fair, 
 And  put  this  Proud  one  to  Defpair, 
 Whofe  Voice  the  Bafe  and  Trebles  part, 
 With  fo  marvellous  an  Art. 
 
 Come  Thilome!,  and  now  make  ufe 
 Of  all  thy  Practice  can  produce, 
 All  the  Harmonious  Secrets  thou 
 Canft  try,  will  do  no  Service  now. 
 
 Thou  muft  to  Her  this  Glory  give, 
 For  nothing  can  thy  Fame  relieve. 
 Then  e'er  thou  doft  the  Coi:queft  try, 
 Chufe  to  be  filenrliere,  cr  Dye. 
 
 Come 
 
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 Come  my  Shepherdefs,  furvcy 
 (While  a  hundred  Pipes  do  play,) 
 From  cv'ry  Fold,  from  cv'ry  Shed, 
 How  the  Herds  and  Flocks  are  fed. 
 
 Hear  the  pleafing  harmlefs  Voice 
 Of  thy  Lamb?,  now  they  rejoice, 
 While  with  their  bleating  Nous  are  mix'J, 
 Their  pretty  Bounds,  and  Leaps  betwixt. 
 
 See,  fee,  how  from  the  Thatched  Rooms 
 Of  thefe  our  Artlefs  Càbbins,  comes 
 A  Ruftick  Troop  of  Jolly  Swains, 
 From  ev'ry  fide,  unto  the  Plains. 
 
 Their  Sheep-hooks  Steel,  fo  bright  and  clear, 
 How  it  fliincs,  both  far  and  near* 
 A  Bag- pipe  here,  and  there  a  Flute, 
 With  merrier  Whittles  to  difpute. 
 
 Hear  thy  Flocks,  which  for  thee  bleat, 
 In  Language  innocent  and  fweet-, 
 See  here  thy  Shepherd  who  attends  'em, 
 And  from  the  Rav'nous  Wolf  defends  'em. 
 
 Thy  MelamptiS)  him  endears, 
 And  leaps,  and  fports,  when  he  appears, 
 He  complains  that  thy  Sloth  is  fuch  -, 
 /Vnd  my  poor  Heart  does  that  as  much. 
 
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qjo  Toerns  ou  fever  al  Occajïons. 
 
 Among  the  reft,  hères  a  Ram,  we 
 So  white,  fo  blithe,  fo  merry  fee, 
 In  all  our  Flocks,  there  is  not  one 
 Deferves  fuch  Praife,  as  he  alone. 
 
 On  the  Grafs  he  butts  and  leaps, 
 Flatters,  and  then  away  he  skips 5 
 So  gentle,  and  yet  proud  is  he, 
 That  furely  he  hath  learn'd  of  thee. 
 
 The  faireft  Garlands  we  can  find, 
 Unworthy  are  his  Horns  to  bind  3 
 But  Flow'rs  that  Death  can  never  know, 
 Are  fitted  to  adorn  his  Brow. 
 
 He  is  full  of  modefl:  Shame, 
 And  as  full  of  Arn'rous  Flame  3 
 Aftrologers  in  Heavn  fee, 
 A  Beaft  lefs  beautiful  than  he. 
 
 I  have  for  thee  a  Sheep-hook  brought, 
 On  which  thy  Shepherd  hard  hath  wrought. 
 Here  he  thy  Character  hath  trac'd  ; 
 Is  it  not  neatly  interlace? 
 
 To  that  a  Scrip  is  ty'd  for  thee, 
 Which  woven  is  fo  curioufly, 
 That  the  Art  does  the  Stuff  excel, 
 And  Gold  it  fclf  looks  not  fo  well. 
 
 Here 
 
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 Here's  in  a  Cage,  "that  he  did  make, 
 All  the  liirds  that  he  coirid  take. 
 How  glorious  is  their  Slavery, 
 If  they  be  not  defpis'd  by  thee! 
 
 A  Garland  too  for  thee  hath  flaid^ 
 And  'tis  of  faireft  Flowers  made: 
 Aurora  had  this  Off'ring  kepr, 
 And  for  its  lofs  hath  newly  wept. 
 
 A  lovely  Fawn  he  brings  along, 
 Nimble,  as  thy  felf,  and  young, 
 And  greater  Prefents  he  would  bring, 
 But  that  a  Shepherd  is  no  King. 
 
 Come  away  my  lovely  Blifs, 
 To  fuch  Divertifement  as  this, 
 And  bring  none  to  thefe  lovely  Places, 
 But  only  Venus >  and  the  Graces. 
 
 Whatever  Company  were  nigh 
 Would  tedious  be,  when  thou  art  by-, 
 Venus  and  Fortune  would  to  ine 
 Be  troublefome,  if  I  had  thee. 
 
 She  comes  !  from  far,  the  lovely  Maid 
 Is  by  lur  ihining  Charms  berray'd: 
 See  how  the  Flow'rs  fprout  up,  to  meet 
 A  noble  Ruin  from  her  Feet. 
 
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 How  Sprightly,  and  how  Fair  is  flie  ! 
 How  much  undone  then  muft  I  be  ? 
 My  Torment  is,  I  know,  fevere, 
 But  who  can  think  ont  when  (he's  near  ? 
 
 My  Heart  leaps  up  within  my  Breaft, 
 And  finks  again  with  Joy  oppreft^ 
 But  in  her  fight  to  yield  my  Breath, 
 Would  be  an  acceptable  Death. 
 
 Come  then,  and  in  this  Shade,  be  fure 
 That  thy  fair  Skin  fhall  be  fecure^ 
 For  elfe  the  Sun  would  wrong,  I  fear, 
 The  Colours  which  do  flourifii  there. 
 
 His  flaming  Steeds  do  climb  fo  faft, 
 While  they  to  our  Horizon  hafte, 
 That  by  this  time  his  Radiant  Coach 
 Does  to  his  higheft  Houfe  approach. 
 
 His  fiercer  Rays  in  heat,  and  length, 
 Begin  to  rob  us  of  our  Strength  5 
 Direftly  on  the  Earth  they  dart, 
 And  all  the  Shadows  are  grown  fliort. 
 
 This  Valley  hath  a  private  Seat, 
 Which  is  a  cool  and  moift  Retreat, 
 Where  th'  angry  Planet  which  we  fpy 
 Can  ne'er  invade  us  with  his  Eye. 
 
 Behold 
 
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 Behold  this  frefh  and  florid  Grafs, 
 Where  never  yet  a  Foot  did  pafs, 
 A  Carpet  fpreads  for  us  to  fit, 
 And  to  thy  Beauty  offers  ir. 
 
 This  delicate  Apartment  is 
 Roof'd  o'er  with  Aged  ftooping  Tree?, 
 VVhofe  verdant  Shadow  does  fecure 
 This  Place  a  native  Furniture. 
 
 The  Courts  of  Naiades  are  fuch, 
 In  Shades  like  thefe,  ador'd  fo  much, 
 Where  thoufand  Fountains  round  about, 
 Perpetually  guili  Water  out. 
 
 How  finely  this  thick  Mofs  doth  look, 
 Which  limits  this  tranfparent  Brook  5 
 Whofe  fportful  Wave  does  fwell,  and  fpread, 
 And  is  on  Flags  and  Rufhes  fhed  ! 
 
 Within  this  liquid  Chryftal,  fee 
 The  caufe  of  all  my  Mifery, 
 And  judge  by  that,  (fair  Murtherefs) 
 If  I  could  love  thy  Beauty  lefs. 
 
 Thy  either  Eye  does  Rays  difpence 
 Of  Modefty  and  Innocence  3 
 And  with  thy  Serioufnefs,  we  find 
 The  gladnefs  of  an  Infant  join'd. 
 
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 Thy  Frowns  delight,  though  they  torment, 
 From  thy  Looks  Life  and  Death  is  fent$ 
 And  thy  whole  Air  does  on  us  throw 
 Arrows,  which  curelefs  Wounds  beftow. 
 
 The  Stature  of  a  Mountain  Pine, 
 Is  crooked,  when  compared  to  thine  : 
 Which  does  thy  Sex  to  Envy  move, 
 As  much  as  it  does  ours  to  Love. 
 
 From  thy  dividing  Lips  do  fly 
 Thofe  pointed  Shafts  that  make  us  dye: 
 Nor  have  our  Gardens  e'er  a  Rofe, 
 That  to  thy  Cheeks  we  dare  oppofe. 
 
 When  by  a  happy  liberty 
 We  may  thy  lovely  Bofom  fee, 
 The  whiteii  Curds,  nor  falling  Snow, 
 Can  any  fuch  Complexion  (how. 
 
 Thyme  and  Majorant^  whofe  Scent 
 Of  ail  Perfumes  moft  innocent 
 Lefs  Fragrancy  than  thy  Breath  have, 
 Which  all  our  Senfes  does  enflave. 
 
 Evn  when  thou  fcorneft,  thou  can'ft  pleafe, 
 And  make  us  love  our  own  Difeafe. 
 The  Blufhes  that  our  Cherries  wear, 
 Do  hardly  to  thy  Lips  come  near. 
 
 When 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occafions.  235* 
 
 When  upon  the  fmootlxr  Plains» 
 
 Thou  to  Dance  wilt  take  the  Pains* 
 
 No  Hind,  wht  floploys  her  Feet, 
 
 Is  half  fo  graceful,  or  fo  fleet. 
 
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 Of  thy  Garments  fair  and  white, 
 
 The  Neatnefs  gives  us  mod  delight, 
 
 And  1  had  rather  them  behold, 
 
 Than  Clothes  embroidered  with  Gold. 
 
 I  nothing  in  the  World  can  fee 
 
 So  rare  as  unadorned  thee, 
 
 Who  art  (as  it  muft  be  confefs'd) 
 
 Not  by  thy  Clothes,  but  Beauty,  drefs'd. 
 
 Thy  lovely  Hair  thou  up  haft  ty'd, 
 And  in  an  un  wrought  Veil  doft  hide  5 
 In  the  mean  time  thy  fingle  Face 
 All  other  Beauties  does  difgrace. 
 
 Yes,  ye?,  thy  Negligence  alone 
 Does  more  than  all  their  Care  hath  done: 
 The  Nymphs,  in  all  their  pompous  drefs, 
 Do  entertain  my  Fancy  lefs. 
 
 A  Nofegay  all  thy  Jewel  is, 
 
 And  all  thy  Art  confifts  in  this-, 
 
 And  what  from  this  pure  Spring  docs  pafs 
 
 Is  all  thy  Paint,  and  all  thy  Glafs. 
 
 Adored 
 
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 Adored  Beauty,  here  may  we 
 Our  felves  in  lovely  Glafles  fee: 
 Come  then,  I  pray  thee,  let  us  look, 
 I  in  thy  Eyes,  thou  in  the  Brook. 
 
 Within  this  faithful  Mirrour  fee 
 The  Objed  which  hath  conquer'd  me, 
 Which  though  the  Stream  does  well  impart, 
 'Tis  better  form'd  here  in  my  Heart. 
 
 In  th'  entertainment  of  thy  Mind, 
 When  'tis  to  Penfivenefs  inclin  d, 
 Count  if  thou  can'ft  thefe  Flow'rs,  and  thou 
 The  fum  of  my  Defires  wilt  know. 
 
 Obferve  thefe  Turtles,  kind  and  true, 
 Hearken  how  frequently  they  Woo: 
 They  faithful  Lovers  are,  and  who 
 That  fees  thee,  would  not  be  fo  too  ? 
 
 Of  them  my  fair  Aminta  learn, 
 At  length  to  grant  me  thy  Concern  $ 
 Follow  what  thou  in  them  doft  fee, 
 And  thou  wilt  foon  be  kind  to  me. 
 
 Thofe  mighty  Bulls  are  worth  thy  fight, 
 Who  on  the  Plains  fo  ftoutly  fight  5 
 Fiercely  each  others  Brow  they  hit, 
 Where  Beauty  does  with  Anger  meet. 
 
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 Love  is  the  Quarrel  they  maintain, 
 As  'twas  the  Reafon  of  their  Pain. 
 So  would  thy  faithful  Shepherd  do, 
 If  he  (hould  meet  his  Rival  too. 
 
 Thy  Shepherd,  fair,  and  cruel  one, 
 In  all  thefe  Villages  is  known: 
 Such  is  his  Father's  Herd  and  Flock, 
 The  Plain  is  cover'd  with  the  ftock. 
 
 He  the  convenient'!!  Paftures  knows, 
 And  where  the  wholfom  Water  flows  $ 
 Knows  where  the  cooleft;  Shadows  are, 
 And  well  hath  learn  cl  a  Shepherd's  Care. 
 
 Aftrology  he  ftudies  too, 
 As  much  as  Shepherds  ought  to  do  5 
 Nay  Magick  nothing  hath  fo  dim, 
 That  can  be  long  conceal'd  from  him. 
 
 When  any  do  thefe  Secrets  dread, 
 He  for  himfelf  hath  this  to  plead  5 
 That  he  by  them  fuch  Herbs  can  pick, 
 As  cure  his  Sheep  when  they  are  fick. 
 
 He  can  forefee  the  coming  Storm, 
 Nor  Hail,  nor  Clouds,  can  do  him  harm, 
 And  from  their  Injuries  can  keep 
 !y  enough  his  Lambs  and  Sheep. 
 
 He 
 
238  Toems  on  feveral  Occupons. 
 
 He  knows  the  Seafon  of  the  Year, 
 When  Shepherds  think  it  fit  to  (hear 
 Such  incffenfive  Sheep  as  thefe, 
 And  ftrip  them  of  their  Silver  Fleece, 
 
 He  knows  the  fcorching  time  of  Day, 
 When  he  muft  lead  his  Flock  away 
 To  Valleys  which  are  cool  and  near, 
 To  chew  the  Cud,  and  reft  them  there. 
 
 He  dares  the  fierceft  Wolves  engage, 
 When 'tis  their  Hunger  makes  them  rage  5 
 The  frighted  Dogs,  when  they  retire, 
 He  with  new  Courage  can  infpire. 
 
 He  Sings  and  Dances  paffing  well, 
 And  does  in  Wreftling  too  excel  * 
 Yes,  fair  Maid,  and  few  that  know  him 
 But  thefe  Advantages  allow  him. 
 
 At  our  Feaft  he  gets  the  Praife, 
 For  his  Enchanting  Roundelayes^ 
 And  on  his  Head  have  ofteneft  been 
 The  Garlands,  and  the  Prizes  feen. 
 
 When  the  Skrip  and  Crook  he  quits, 
 And  free  from  all  Difturbance  fits, 
 He  can  make  the  Bag-pipes  fwelJ, 
 And  Oaten  Reeds  his  Paflion  tell. 
 
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Toems  on  fever  al  Occa fions.  239 
 
 When  his  Flame,  docs  him  excite 
 In  Amïous  Songs  to  do  thee  right, 
 He  makes  the  Verfes  which  he  ufes, 
 And  borrows  none  of  other  Mufes. 
 
 He  neglefts  his  own  Affairs, 
 To  ferve  thee  with  greater  Cares, 
 And  many  Shepherdeffes  would 
 Deprive  thee  of  him  if  they  could. 
 
 Of  Alcefie  he  could  tell, 
 
 And  Silvias  Eye,  thou  know'ft  it  well  : 
 
 But  as  his  Modefty  is  great, 
 
 He  blu(hes  if  he  them  repeat. 
 
 When  in  the  Chryftal  Stream  he  looks, 
 If  there  be  any  Truth  in  Brooks, 
 He  finds,  thy  Scorn  can  never  be 
 Excus'd  by  his  Deformity. 
 
 His  Paffion  is  fo  high  for  thee, 
 As  'twill  admit  no  new  degree. 
 Why  wilt  not  thou  his  Love  requite, 
 Since  Kindnefs  gives  fo  much  Delight? 
 
 Aminta  hearken'd  all  this  while, 
 Then  with  a  dext'rous,  charming  Smile, 
 Againft  her  will,  fhe  let  him  fee, 
 That  fhe  would  change  his  Deftiny. 
 
24o  Toe?ns  on  feveral  Occaftons. 
 
 I  promife  nothing,  then  faid  fhe, 
 With  an  obliging  Air,  and  free  $ 
 But  I  think,  if  you  will  try, 
 The  Wolves  are  crueller  than  I. 
 
 When  my  Sheep  unhealthy  are, 
 I  have  Companion,  I  have  Care  ^ 
 Nor  Pains  nor  Journeys  then  I  grudge. 
 By  which  you  may  my  Nature  judge. 
 
 When  any  of  them  goes  aftray, 
 All  the  Hamlets  near  us  may 
 Perceive  me,  all  in  Grief  and  Fear, 
 Run  and  fearch  it  ev'ry  where. 
 
 And  when  I  happen  once  to  find 
 The  Objed  of  my  troubled  Mind, 
 As  foon  as  ever  it  I  fpy, 
 
 0  !  How  over- joy 'd  am  I  ! 
 
 1  flatter  her,  and  I  carefs, 
 And  let  her  ruffle  all  my  Drefs$ 
 The  Vagabond  I  kindly  treat, 
 
 And  Mint  and  Thyme  I  make  her  eat. 
 
 When  my  Sparrow  does  me  quit, 
 My  throbbing  Heart  makes  aftet  it* 
 And  nothing  can  Relief  afford, 
 For  my  fair  inconfiant  Bird. 
 
 When 
 
ToennonfeveralOccafions.  2+1 
 
 When  my  Dog  hath  me  difpleas'd, 
 I  am  prefently  appeas'd* 
 And  a  Tear  is  in  my  Eye, 
 If  I  have  but  made  him  cry. 
 
 I  never  could  a  Hatred  keep,   \ 
 But  to  the  Wolf  that  kills  my  Sheep  : 
 Gentle  and  kind,  and  foft  I  am, 
 And  juft  as  harmlefs  as  a  Lamb. 
 
 Difpel  thy  Fear,  ceafe  thy  Complaint, 
 O  Shepherd,  timorous  and  faint  ! 
 For  I'm  a  Miftrefs  very  good, 
 If  you'll  but  ferve  me  as  you  fhould. 
 
 Words  of  a  favourable  Strain, 
 (Cry'd  out  that  now  tranfported  Swain*) 
 Which  do,  in  thy  Leontius  Fate, 
 So  glad  and  fwift  a  Change  create  ! 
 
 But  look  about,  for  now  I  mark 
 The  Fields  already  growing  dark. 
 And  with  thofe  Shadows  cover'd  all, 
 Which  from  the  Neighb'ring  Mountains  fall. 
 
 The  winged  Quire  on  ev'ry  Tree, 
 By  Caroling  melodioufly, 
 Do  the  declining  Sun  purfue, 
 With  their  laft  Homage,  and  Adieu. 
 
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242  Toems  on  fever  al  Occafîons* 
 
 From  the  next  Cottages,  I  hear 
 Voices  well  known  unto  my  Ear  * 
 They  are  of  our  Domefticks,  who 
 Do  Pipe,  and  Hollow  for  us  too. 
 
 The  Flocks  and  Herds  do  homewards  gQj 
 I  hear  them  hither  Bleat  and  Low  ; 
 Thy  Eyes,  which  mine  fo  much  admire, 
 Tell  me  'tis  time  we  fhould  retire. 
 
 Go  then  deftroying  Fair  one,  go, 
 Since  I  perceive  it  muft  be  fo  3 
 Sleep  fweetly  all  the  Night,  but  be, 
 Atleaft,  fo  kind  to  Dream  of  me. 
 
 Translation  ^Thomas  a  Kempis  into  Verfey  out  of 
 Monfieur  Corneille'*  Lib.  3.  Cap.  2.  Englifhed. 
 
 S  Peak,  Gracious  Lord,  thy  Servant  hears, 
 For  I  both  am,  and  will  be  fo, 
 And  in  thy  pleafant  Paths  will  go, 
 l^hen  the  Sun  fhines,  or  difappears. 
 
 Give  me  thy  Spirit,  that  I  may  perceive 
 What  by  my  Soul  thou  would'ft  have  done  $ 
 Let  me  have  no  Defire  but  one, 
 
 Thy  Will  to  praftife  and  believe 
 
 But 
 
Toems  orr  fever  al  Occaftons.  24.3 
 
 But  yet  thy  Eloquence  difarm, 
 
 And  as  a  Whifper  to  my  Heart, 
 
 Let  it,  like  Dew,  Plenty  impart, 
 And,  like  that,  let  it  freely  Charm. 
 
 The  Jews  fear'd  Thunder-bolts  would  fall, 
 And  that  thy  Words  would  Death  procure, 
 Nor  in  the  Defart  could  endure 
 
 To  hear  their  Maker  fpeak  at  all. 
 
 They  Mofes  court  to  declare  thy  Will, 
 And  begg'd  to  hear  no  more  thy  Voice, 
 They  could  not  ftand  the  dreadful  Noife, 
 
 Left  it  fhould  both  furprize  and  kill. 
 
 Without  thofe  Terrors,  I  implore, 
 And  other  Favours  I  entreat, 
 With  confident,  tho'  humble  Heat, 
 
 I  beg  what  Samuel  &i&  of  yore. 
 
 Tho'  thou  art  all  that  I  can  dread, 
 Thy  Voice  is  Mufick  to  my  Ears, 
 Speak  Lord  then,  for  thy  Servant  hears, 
 
 And  will  obey  what  thou  haft  faid. 
 
 I  ask  no  Mofes  that  for  thee  (hould  fpeak, 
 Nor  Prophet  to  enlighten  me, 
 They  all  are  taught  and  fent  by  thee, 
 
 And  'tis  thy  Voice  I  only  feek. 
 
 R  2  Inole 
 
244  *Poem$  on  feveral  Occafion$\ 
 
 Thofe  Beams  proceed  from  thee  alone, 
 Which  through  their  words  on  us  do  flow  3 
 Thou  without  them  canft  all  beftow, 
 But  they  without  thee  can  give  none. 
 
 They  may  repeat  the  found  of  Words, 
 But  not  confer  their  hidden  Force  5 
 And,  without  thee,  their  beft  Difcourfe 
 
 Nothing  but  Scorn  to  Men  affords. 
 
 Let  them  thy  Miracles  impart, 
 And  vig'roufly  thy  Will  declare-, 
 Their  Voice,  perhaps,  may  ftrike  the  Ear, 
 
 But  it  can  never  move  the  Heart. 
 
 Th*  obfcure  and  naked  Word  they  fow, 
 But  thou  doft  open  our  dim  Eye, 
 And,  the  dead  Letter  to  fupply, 
 
 The  living  Spirit  doft  beftow. 
 
 Myfterious  Truths  to  us  they  brought, 
 But  thou  expound'ft  the  Riddle  too, 
 And  thou  alone  canft  make  us  do 
 
 All  the  great  things  that  they  have  taught» 
 
 They  may  indeed  the  Way  direft, 
 But  thou  inableft  us  to  walk  -, 
 I'th'  Ear  alone  flicks  all  they  talk, 
 
 But  thou  doft  even  the  Heart  diffeft. 
 
 They 
 
Toems  on  fever  al  Occafions.  245 
 
 They  wafli  the  Surface  of  the  Mind, 
 But  all  her  Fruit,  thy  Goodnefs  claims, 
 AU  that  e'er  enlightens,  or  enflâmes, 
 
 Muft  be  to  that  alone  aflign'd. 
 
 R3         POM- 
 
?   0   M    TET. 
 
 TRAGEDY. 
 
 Tranflated  from  the 
 
 French  of  Monfîeur  Corneille. 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 Printed  in  the  Year  1710. 
 
TO    THE 
 
 Right  Honourable 
 
 THE 
 
 Countefs   of   C  0  R  K. 
 
 Madam, 
 
 AS  fome  untimely  Flow'r,  whofe  baftiful  Head 
 (Ready  to  drop  into  her  humble  Bed) 
 Is  refcu'd  by  the  Sun's  prevailing  Ray, 
 To  (hare  that  Light  with  which  he  gilds  the  Day  ^ 
 So  this  Tranflation,  of  ftrid:  Eyes  afraid, 
 With  confcious  Blufhes,  would  have  fought  a  Shade, 
 When  your  refiftlefs  Pow'r  did  Orders  give, 
 Thus  to  recall  the  tim'rous  Fugitive, 
 Which,  to  your  Breath,  mud  all  her  Being  own, 
 Thrive  when  you  Smile,  and  Wither  if  you  Frown. 
 
 Yet  from  Submiffion  this  Aflurance  grows, 
 That  you  11  proted  the  Perfon  you  expofe, 
 Who  more  delight  from  fuch  a  Shelter  draws, 
 Than  to  obtain,  or  to  defire  Applaufe, 
 And  your  Indulgence  would,  much  rather,  chufe, 
 Than  to  be  Favourite  to  ev'ry  Mufe. 
 
 Foe 
 
For  even  they  requeft  to  wait  on  you, 
 
 Who  can  beft  judge,  and  beft  reward  them  too$ 
 
 You,  who  are  more  than  Poets  can  invent, 
 
 Of  moft  Illuftrious  and  moft  Innocent, 
 
 Under  your  Beams  their  faint  Ideas  fink, 
 
 And  you  more  nobly  live  than  they  could  think. 
 
 In  you,  the  Humble,  and  the  Brave,  are  met, 
 
 To  (hew  what's  truly,  and  what's  only  Great  * 
 
 And  all  the  Clifford's  Fame  in  you  does  fhine, 
 
 The  greateft  Honour  of  the  nobleft  Line  : 
 
 To  whom  your  debt  of  Splendor  you  have  paid, 
 
 And  that  (and  more)  to  After-times  convey 'd, 
 
 In  fuch  a  Race,  as  muft  thofe  Wonders  do, 
 
 That  none  could  Aft  but  they,  Infpire  but  you. 
 
 But  as  your  Merit  does  all  Praife  excel, 
 
 So  does  your  Mercy  all  injurious  Zeal  5 
 
 And  you  in  that  ador'd  advantage  live, 
 
 That  nothing  elfe  is  left  you  to  forgive: 
 
 But  ev'n  your  Goodnefs  will  it  felf  outfhine, 
 
 If  it  can  pardon  this  Addrefs  of  mine. 
 
 So  Altars  once  did  Fire  from  Heav'n  enjoy, 
 
 Sent  but  to  kindle  what  it  might  deftroy. 
 
 THE 
 
THE 
 
 Printer  to  the  Reader. 
 
 I  Hope  you  expeïï  no  Eloquence  from  a  Prin- 
 ter,   nor  Regularity  in   a  Preface,    which 
 hath  nothing  to  fay  to  you,  hut  that  Pompcy 
 being  a  Tranflation  out  of  the  French  of  Mon- 
 Jieur  Corneille,    the  Hand  that  did  it  is  re- 
 fponfthle  for  nothing  hut  the  Englilli,  and  the 
 Songs  h  et  ween  the  AUs,   which  were  added  on- 
 ly to  lengthen  the  Play,  and  make  it  fitter  for 
 the  Stage,   when  thofe  that  could  not  he  refijl- 
 ed  were  refohed  to  have  it  aUed  ;  and  that  no 
 ahufes  of  Tranfcrihers  {though  they  were  nume- 
 rous)  could  have  prevailed  to  fend  it  to  the 
 Prefs,    if  the  Perfon    moft   concern  d  had   not 
 feard  to  difohey  an  excellent  Lady,   who  com- 
 manded this  Publication,  more  than  the  Severity 
 of  the  Cenforious  World. 
 
 PRO- 
 
PROLOGUE, 
 
 For  the  Theatre  at  'Dublin*.   Written  by  the 
 Earl  of  Rofcomon. 
 
 THE  mighty  Rivals,  whofe  deflruBive  Rage 
 <Did  the  whole  World  in  Civil  Arms  engage -, 
 Are  now  agreed-,  and  make  it  both  their  Choice* 
 To  have  their  Fates  determined  by  Tour  Voice. 
 Casfar  from  none  but  Ton  will  hear  his  'Doom* 
 He  hates  thy  obfequious  Flatteries  of  Rome: 
 He  f corns ,  where  once  he  ruVdy  now  to  be  try'd. 
 And  he  hath  rul'd  in  all  the  World  beftde. 
 When  he  the  Thames,  the  Danube,  and  the  Nile 
 Hadflairid  with  Bloody  Te  ace  flour  iflod  in  this  JJle  5 
 And  you  alone  may  boafl,  you  never  f aw 
 Csefar  9till  now,  and  now  can  give  him  Law. 
 
 Great  Pompey  too,  comes  as  a  Suppliant  here* 
 But  fays  he  cannot  now  begin  to  fear. 
 He  knows  your  equal  Juflicey  and  (to  tell 
 A  Roman  Truth)  he  knows  himfelftoo  well. 
 Succefs,  9tis  true,  waited  on  CsefarV  fide, 
 But  Pompey  thinks  he  conquer  d  when  he  dy%d. 
 His  Fortune y  when  fhe  prov'd  the  mofl  unkind% 
 Changed  his  Condition,  but  not  CatoV  Mind. 
 Then  of  what  'Doubt  can  PompeyV  Caufe  admit, 
 Since  here  fo  many  Cato's  fudging  fit  ? 
 
 But  y  OU)  bright  Nymphs,  give  Casfar  leave  to  woo$ 
 The  greatejl  Wonder  of  the  World  but you, 
 
 And 
 
And  hear  a  Mufe,  who  has  that  Hero  taught 
 To  fpeak  dsgerinuflu  *s  e'er  he  fought. 
 Who  fe  Eloquence  from  fitch  a  Theme  deters 
 All  Tongues  but  Englifti,  and  all  Tens  but  Hers 
 By  the  Jujl  Fates  your  Sex  ir  doubly  blejl 
 2 ou  conquer V/Gtfar,  and  you  prat fe  him  be  ft. 
 
 And  Toil  (  *  Illujlrious  Sir  )  receive  as  due, 
 Aprefent  Ttcfliny  refcrv'dfor  Tou. 
 Rome,  France,  and  England  join  their  Forces  here, 
 To  make  a  Toem  worthy  of  your  Ear. 
 Accept  it  then,  and  on  that  Pompey'j  Brow 
 Who  gave  fo  many  Crowns,  be/low  one  now. 
 *  To  the  Lord  Lieutenant. 
 
 Dramatis  Perfonx, 
 
 JUlius  Cœfar. 
 Marcus  Antonius. 
 Lepidus. 
 
 Ttolomy>  King  of  Egypt. 
 Cleopatra,  His  Sifter. 
 Thotinus,  His  Governor. 
 Achillas,  His  Lieutenant- General. 
 Septimiusy   A  Roman  Tribune  in  the  ^/Egyptian 
 
 King's  Army. 
 Achoreus,  Cleopatra's  Gentleman-Ufher. 
 Charmion,  Cleopatra  s  Maid  of  Honour. 
 Cornelia,  Tompefs  Widow. 
 Philip,  Tompefs  Freedman. 
 Romans  and  ^Egyptians. 
 
 The  Scene  Ttolomfs  Palace  in  Alexandria. 
 
 TOM- 
 
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 POMPEE. 
 
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 A  C  T  E    I.     SCENE    I. 
 
 Ttolomée,  Thotin,   Achillas,   Septime. 
 
 Ptolomee. 
 
 E  'Deft in  fe  declare,  &  nous  venom  d'entendre 
 Ce  qu'il  a  refolu  du  beau-pere  &  du  gendre  : 
 Quand  les  Dieux  eftonnez  fembloient  fe  partager, 
 *Pharfale  a  décidé  ce  qu'ils  ny  of  oient  juger. 
 Ses  fleuves  teints  de  fang,  &  rendus  plus  rapides 
 *Par  le  débordement  de  tant  de  parricides > 
 Cet  horrible  débris  d'Aigles,  d'armes,  de  chars, 
 Sur  fes  champs  empeftez  confufément  épars, 
 Ces  montagnes  de  morts  privez  d'honneurs  fuprémes 
 Que  la  Nature  force  à  fe  vanger  eux-mefmes, 
 Et  dont  les  troncs  pourris  exhalent  dans  les  vents 
 Dequoy  faire  la  guerre  au  refte  des  vivans9 
 Sont  les  filtres  affreux  dont  le  droit  de  Vépée 
 Juftifiant  Ce  far  a  condamné  Tompée. 
 Ce  déplorable  Chef  du  party  le  meilleur, 
 Que  fa  Fortune /affe  abandonne  au  malheur, 
 
 Devient 
 
E  *sn 
 
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 ?   O    M   ?    E    J. 
 
 AGTI.     SCENE   I. 
 
 Ttolomy^   Achillas^    Thotinus,    Septimius, 
 
 Ptolomy. 
 Ate  hath  declar'd  her  felf,  and  we  may  fee 
 
 TV  Intreague  of  the  great  Rivals  Deftiny  : 
 That  Quarrel  which  did  all  the  Gods  divide, 
 Tharfalia  hath  the  Honour  to  decide, 
 Whcfe  Rivers  fwelling  with  new  bloody  Tides 
 (Sent  thither  from  fo  many  Parricides) 
 The  Horrour  of  torn  Enfigns,  Chariots,  Shields, 
 Spread  in  Confufion  o'er  th'  infected  Fields  ; 
 Thofe  flaughter'd  Heaps  whofeShades  no  Reft  obtain'd, 
 By  Nature  to  their  own  Revenge  conftrain'd, 
 (Their  Putrefactions  feeming  to  revive 
 The  War,  with  thofe  that  do  remain  alive,) 
 Are  dreadful  Rules,  by  which  the  Sword  thinks  fit, 
 Tompey  to  caft,  and  Cafar  to  acquit. 
 
 That  diftrefs'd  Leader  of  the  jufter  Side, 
 Whofe  weary'd  Fortune  hath  all  Help  deny'd, 
 
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2$6  POMPEE. 
 
 ^Devient  un  grand  exemple^  &  laiffe  à  la  mémoire 
 
 *Des  changemens  du  Sort  une  efclatante  hifiorie. 
 
 Il  fuit,  luy  qui  toujours  triomphant  &  vainqueur 
 
 Vit  [es  profperitez,  égaler  fon  grand  cœur  5 
 
 Il 'fuit \&  dans  nos  port  sedans  nos  mur  sedans  nos  ville  s  % 
 
 Et  contre  fan  beau-pere  ayant  be  foin  â'azilesy 
 
 Sa  déroute  orgueilleufe  en  cherche  auxmefmes  lieux 
 
 Où  contre  les  Titans  en  trouvèrent  les  *Dieux. 
 
 Il  croit  que  ce  climat  <>  en  dépit  de  la  guerre^ 
 
 Ayant  fauve  le  Ciel,  fauvera  bien  la  Terrey 
 
 Et  dans  fon  defefpoir  à  lafnfe  méfiant 
 
 ^Pourra  prefler  V épaule  au  Monde  chancelant. 
 
 Oùy<i  Trompée  avec  luy  porte  le  fort  du  Monde  ^ 
 
 Et  veut  que  noftre  Egypte  en  miracles  féconde 
 
 Serve  à  fa  liberté  de  fepulchre,  ou  d'appuy, 
 
 Et  relevé  fa  cheutey  ou  trébuche  fous  luy. 
 
 Oefl  dequoy,  mes  amis>  nous  avons  à  refoudre* 
 Il  apporte  en  ces  lieux  les  palme  s  %  ou  la  foudre  ^ 
 S'il  couronna  le  père »,  il  hazarde  le  jilsy 
 Et  nous  l'ayant  donnée  il  expofe  Memphis. 
 Il  faut  le  recevoir ;  ou  hâter  fon  fupp lice, 
 Le  fuivre,  ou  le  pouffer  dedans  le  precipice^ 
 L'un  me  femble  peu  feur>  l'autre  peu  gêner  euxy 
 Et  je  crains  d'eftre  inju(ley  &  deflre  malheureux  3 
 6)uoy  que  je  faff e  enfiny  la  Fortune  ennemie 
 M  offre  bien  des  perils^  ou  beaucoup  d'infamie. 
 Cefl  a  moy  de  choifîr,  c'efl  à  vous  d'advifer 
 A  quel  choix  vos  confeils  me  doivent  difpofer, 
 
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T  O  M  T  E  T.  2>7 
 
 A  terrible  Example  will  create, 
 
 To  future  Times,  of  the  Extreams  of  Fate: 
 
 He  flics,  whofe  happy  Courage  had,  till  now> 
 
 Confided  the  Hay  to  his  Victorious  Brow: 
 
 1 I    in  our  Ports  chufes  his  lad  Retre     5 
 
 And  wanting  Refuge  from  a  Foe  fo  g  e  itj 
 
 His  bold  Misfortune  feeks  it  in  Abodes* 
 
 Which  from  the  Titans  once  preferv'd  the  Gods; 
 
 And  from  fo  fam'd  a  Climate,  both  expeel 
 
 That  it  fhoud  Earth  as  well  as  Heav'n  protect  $ 
 
 And  lending  his  Defpair  a  kind  Effort, 
 
 It  fhould  the  ftagg'ring  Univerfe  fupporf. 
 
 Yes,  the  World's  Fortune  Tornpey  with  him  brings, 
 
 And  hopes  a  Land  whofe  Fame  fuch  Wonder  fings 
 
 A  Prop  or  Tomb  might  to  her  Freedom  give, 
 
 And  Tornpey  s  Fall  attend,  if  not  relieve. 
 
 This,  friends,  the  Subjeft  is  of  our  Debate^ 
 Our  Triumphs  he,  or  Ruin,  will  create: 
 
 He  hazards  me,  who  did  my  Father  favc, 
 
 And  doesexpofe  that  Memphis^  which  he  gave: 
 
 We  muft  now  haflen,  or  prevent  his  Fate, 
 
 His  Ruin  hinder,  or  precipitate: 
 
 That  is  unfafe,  and  this  ignoble  is  j 
 
 1  dread  Injuftice,  or  Unhappinefs$ 
 
 And  angry  Fortune  each  way  offers  me 
 
 Either  much  Danger,  or  much  Infamy. 
 
 It  is  my  part  to  chufe,  yours  to  advife 
 
 What  you  believe  to  be  mod  fafe  and  wife: 
 
 S  Tompefs 
 
252  POMP  E  E. 
 
 Il  s'agit  de  Pompée,  &  nous  aurons  la  gloire 
 'D'achever  de  Ce [far ,  ou  troubler  la  victoire, 
 Et  je  puis  dire  enfin  que  jamais  Potentat 
 N'eut  à  délibérer  d'un  Ji  grand  coup  d*  Eft  at. 
 
 Pho.  Sire,  quand  par  le  fer  les  chofes  font  vuidées, 
 La  Jujlice  &  le  'Droit  font  de  vaines  idées, 
 Et  qui  veut  eflre  jufle  en  de  telles  faifons 
 Balance  le  pouvoir ;  &  non  pas  les  raifons. 
 
 Voyez  donc  voflre  force,  &  regardez  Pompée^ 
 Sa  fortune  abatuè,  &  fa  valeur  trompée. 
 Ce  far  tieft  pas  le  feul  qu'il  fuye  en  cet  eft  at, 
 Il  fuit,  &  le  reproche,  &  les  yeux  du  Sénat, 
 Dont  plus  de  la  moitié  pit eufement  étale 
 Une  indigne  curée  aux  vautours  de  Pharfale; 
 Il  fuit  Rome  perdue,  il  fuit  tous  les  Romains 
 ji  qui  par  fa  défaite  il  met  les  fers  aux  mains-, 
 Il  fuit  le  defefpoir  des  Peuples  &  des  Princes, 
 Qui  vayiger oient  fur  luy  le  fang  de  leurs  Provinces ; 
 Leurs  Eft  at  s  &  d'argent  &  d'hommes  épuifez, 
 Leurs  trônes  mis  en  cendre,  &  leurs  fceptres  brifez^ 
 Autheur  des  maux  de  tous,  il  eft  a  tous  en  butey 
 Et  fuit  le  Monde  entier  ecrafé  fous  fa  ckeute. 
 Le  défendre  z-vous  feul  contre  tant  d'ennemis  s 
 L'efpoir  defonfalut  en  luy  feul  eft  oit  mis, 
 Luy  feul  pouvoit  peur  foy,  cédez  alors  qu'il  tombe, 
 Soutiendrez-vous  un  faix  fous  qui  Rome  fut combe. 
 Sous  qui  tout  l'Univers  fe  trouve  foudroyé, 
 Sous  qui  le  grand  Pompée  a  luy  mefme  ployé  ? 
 
 Quand 
 
T  O  MT  ET  259 
 
 ^Pompe/s  concern'dî  nay,  we  the  Fame  (hall  get, 
 C  a*  fur's  SucccTs  to  trouble  or  compleat^ 
 And  never  Monarchs  Fortune  did  afford 
 So  great  a  Subjed  for  a  Cour.cel  Board. 
 
 T/jo.  When  things,   Sir,   are  determine  by  the 
 Juftice  is  nothing  but  an  empty  word  5  LSwor^> 
 
 And  he  who  then  Affairs  would  rightly  weigh, 
 Muft  not  his  Rcafons,  but  his  Fow'r  obey  : 
 View  your  own  Strength,  let  Tompey  be  furvey'd, 
 Whofe  Fortune  droops,  and  Valour  is  betray'd* 
 Who  not  from  Cafar  only  takes  his  flight, 
 But  from  the  Senate's  juft  reproach  and  fight: 
 (Whofe  greater  part  were  cheaply  left  a  Prey 
 To  the  keen  Vultures  of  Tharfulia) 
 He  flies  loft  Rome,  and  ev'ry  Roman  now  5 
 Who  muft  to  his  Defeat  their  Fetters  owe. 
 He  flies  thofe  Kings  who  would  chaftife  his  Guilt, 
 Of  all  the  Blood  that  in  this  Caufe  was  fpilt. 
 Their  Kingdoms,  now  of  Men  and  Mony  void, 
 Their  broken  Scepters  and  their  Thrones  deftroy'd, 
 As  Author  of  all  Woes,  abhor'd  by  all, 
 He  flies  the  whole  World,  (hatter'd  by  his  Fall. 
 Can  you  alone  refift  fo  many  Foes? 
 His  Safety  he  did  in  himfelf  repofe  : 
 He  falls,  and  you  may  yield  without  a  Blufh 
 To  fuch  a  weight  as  Rome  her  felf  does  cruih  -, 
 A  weight  which  hath  the  Univerfe  preft  down, 
 And  the  yet  greater  Tomj>t  y  overthrown. 
 
 S  2  He 
 
POMPEE. 
 
 i  on  veut  Contenir  ceux  que  le  Sort  accable 
 A  force  d'efïreju/ïe  on  eft  fouvent  coupable, 
 é  qu'on  garde  imprudemment 
 n  peu  d'éclat  traifne  un  long  châtiment, 
 ave  un  noble  rêver  s  >  dont  les  coups  invincibles 
 "Tour  ejîre  glorieux  71e  font  pas  moins  fenfibles. 
 Sire,  n* attirez,  point  le  tonnerre  en  ces  lieux, 
 RangeZ'Vous  du  party  des  Deftins,  &  des  ^Dieux, 
 Et  fans  les  accu  fer  d'injuftice,  ou  d'outrage, 
 7  ut  s  qu'ils  font  les  heureux,  adorez,  leur  ouvrage, 
 Quels  que  f oient  leurs  décrets",  declare  z>-vous pour  eux 
 Et  pour  leur  obéir  perdez  le  malheureux. 
 ^Preffé  de  toutes  parts  des  colères  Celefles 
 lien  vient  de  (fus  vous  faire  fondre  les  refies, 
 Et  fa  tefte  quà  peine  il  a  pu  dérober 
 Toute  prejle  de  choir  cherche  avec  qui  tomber. 
 Sa  retraite  chez  vous  en  effet  ne  ft  qu'un  crime, 
 Elle  marque  fa  haine,  &  non  pas  f on  eftime, 
 Il  ne  vient  que  vous  perdre  en  venant  prendre  port, 
 Et  vous  pouvez  douter  s'il  eft  digne  de  mort  ! 
 Il  de  voit  mieux  remplir  nos  vœux,  &  noftre  attente, 
 Faire  voir  fur  fe  s  nefs  la  victoire  flot  ante  *, 
 Il  n'eufl  icy  trouvé  que  joy  e  &  que  f  ejl  in  s, 
 Mais  puis  qiiileft  vaincu^qu0  il  sen  prenne  aux  Tieftins. 
 J'en  veux  à  fa  difgrace,  &  non  à  fa  perfonne, 
 J'exécute  à  regret  ce  que  le  Ciel  ordonne, 
 Et  du  me  f  me  poignard  pour  Ce  far  define 
 Je  perce  enfoupirant  fon  cœur  infortuné. 
 
 Vous 
 
TO   M  T  ET.  161 
 
 « 
 
 He  that  will  favc,  whom  Hcav  n  will  have  wrackr, 
 
 By  too  much  Juftice  may  a  Guilt  contraft. 
 
 And  a  Fidelity  fo  indifcreer, 
 
 May  a  fhort  Fame,  but  lone  Repentance  meet: 
 
 He  but  a  more  illuftrious  Wound  will  have, 
 
 Which  will  not  {mart  the  lefs  for  being  Brave.    - 
 
 Do  not  for  Egypt  Thunderbolts  provide, 
 But  chufe  with  Fortune  and  the  Gods  to  fide. 
 Believe  not  they  can  an  In  juftice  do, 
 But  where  they  favour,  pay  your  Homage  too. 
 Whatever  they  decree,  for  them  declare, 
 And  think  it  impioup,  where  they  frown,  to  fpare^ 
 With  Divine  Anger,  Tompey  now  befet, 
 Comes  to  involve  you  too  in  his  Defeat. 
 His  Hjad,  for  which  both  Gods  and  Men  do  call, 
 Already  (hakes,  and  feeks  but  where  to  fall: 
 His  coming  hither  an  Offence  does  feem, 
 And  (hews  his  Hatred  rather  than  Efteem. 
 He  would  his  Safety  with  your  Ruin  buy, 
 And  can  you  doubt,  if  he  deferve  to  die? 
 Had  he  fulfill'd  what  we  both  wifht  and  thought, 
 And  a  viftorious  Navy  hither  brought, 
 We  then  (hould  him  a  joyful  Welcome  (hew, 
 Who  muft  the  Gods  blame  for  his  Ufage  now. 
 I  of  his 'Fortune,  not  of  him,  complain, 
 But  with  Regret  aft  what  the  Gods  ordain, 
 And  the  fame  Ponyard,  once  for  Cafar  meant, 
 Shall  with  a  Sigh  to  Tompey's  Heart  be  fent. 
 
 S  3  Nor 
 
262  POMPEE. 
 
 Vous  ne  pouvez  enfin  qu'aux  dépens  de  fa  tefte 
 
 Mettre  à  tabry  la  voflre  &  parer  la  tempefle. 
 
 Laiffez  nommer  fa  mort  un  injufte  attentat, 
 
 La  Jujlice  riefl  pas  une  vertu  d'Efiat, 
 
 Le  choix  des  attions,  ou  mauvaifes,  ou  bonnes, 
 
 Ne  fait  qu'anéantir  la  force  des  Couronnes, 
 
 Le  droit  des  Rois  confifte  à  ne  rien  épargner, 
 
 La  timide  équité  détruit  Part  de  régner, 
 
 Quand  on  craint  d'efire  injufle,  on  a  toujours  à  craindre. 
 
 Et  qui  veut  tout  pouvoir  doit  ofer  tout  enfraindre, 
 
 Fuir  comme  un  defloonneur  la  vertu  qui  le  perd, 
 
 Et  voler  fans  fcrupule  au  crime  qui  le  fert. 
 
 Ceft  là  mon  fentiment,  Achillas  &  Septime 
 S'attacheront  peut-ejlre  à  que  Iqii  autre  maxime, 
 Chacun  a  fon  advis,  mais  quel  que  [oit  le  leur, 
 Qui  punit  le  vaincu  n?  craint  point  le  vainqueur. 
 
 Achil.  Sire,  T  hot  in  dit  vrc<y,  mais  quoy  que  de 
 Je  voye,  &  la  fortune.  &  la  valeur  trompée,  [ffompée 
 Je  regarde  fon  fang  comme  un  fang  précieux, 
 Qu'au  milieu  de  Tharfale  ont  refpecîé  les  T)ieux. 
 Non  qu'en  un  coup  d'Efiat  je  n'approuve  le  crime, 
 Mais  s'il  nyefi  neccjfaire  il  n'cfi  point  legitime. 
 Et  quel  be  foin  icy  d'une  extrême  rigueur  ? 
 Qui  ri efi point  au  vaincu  ne  craint  point  le  vainqueur, 
 Neutre  jufqiïà  prefent,  vous  pouvez  lefire  encore, 
 Vous  pouvez  adorer  Cefar,  fi  l'on  l'adore-, 
 Mais  quoy  que  vos  encens  le  traitent  d'Immortel, 
 Cette  grande  vittime  eji  trop  pour  fon  Autel, 
 
 Et 
 
5P  O  M  T  E  T.  26} 
 
 Nor  can  you  af  a  Jefs  rate  than  his  Head 
 Secure  your  own,  and  fhun  the  Storm  you  dread. 
 Let  this  be  thought  a  Crime,  if  fo  it  muft, 
 Tis  not  a  States- man's  Virtue  to  be  Juft. 
 When  Right  and  Wrong  are  in  the  Ballance  laid, 
 The  Intereft  of  Kingdoms  is  betray 'd  5 
 Kxtreameft  Rigour  is  the  Right  of  Kings, 
 When  tim'rous  Equity  their  Ruin  brings  5 
 Who  fears  a  Crime  (hall  ever  be  afraid, 
 But  he'll  rule  all,  who  all  things  dares  invade. 
 Who  dang'rous  Virtue,  or  Difgrace,  does  fhun, 
 And  to  an  ufeful  Crime  as  fwiftly  run. 
 This  is  my  Thought,  Sir  5  but  Achillas  may, 
 Or  elfe  Septimiusy  chufe  fome  other  way. 
 But  this  I  know,  whatever  others  like, 
 They  fear  no  Conqu'ror,  who  the  conquer'd  ftrike. 
 Ac  h  il.  CP  hot  in  fdy  s  truc.S  \r  ;  but  though  Tompey  we 
 Diverted  of  his  former  Grandeur  lee, 
 Yet  that  Blood  Precious  dots  to  me  appear 
 Which  the  Gods  did  in  Tkejfaly  revere. 
 Not  that  a  Crime  of  State  inouJd  be  refrain'd, 
 But  'tis  not  lawful,  till  it  be  conftrain'd: 
 And  what  need  is  there  of  fuch  Rigour  here? 
 Wrho  quits  the  corquer'd,  needs  no  Conquror  fear. 
 You  may  be  Neuter,  as  you  were  before: 
 And  Cœfar  may,  if  him  you  muft,  adcre  i 
 But  though  you  treat  him  as  a  Pow'r  Divine, 
 This  is  to  great  an  Off  ring  for  his  bhn: 
 
 S  4  To 
 
264  POMPEE. 
 
 Et  fa  tejle  immolée  au  T^ien  de  la  victoire 
 
 Imprime  à  vojlre  nom  une  tache  trop  noire  -9 
 
 Ne  le  pas  fecourir  fuffit  fans  (opprimer. 
 
 En  tifant  de  la  forte  on  ne  vous  peut  blâmer. 
 
 Vous  luy  devez,  beaucoup,  par  luy  Rome  animée 
 
 A  fait  rendre  le  fceptre  au  feu  Roy  Ttolomée  ; 
 
 Mais  la  reconnoiffance  ô*  I  ho [pit  alité 
 
 Sur  les  âmes  des  Rois  n'ont  qu'un  droit  limité. 
 
 Quoy  que  doive  un  Monarque,  &  dûfl-ilfa  couronne 
 
 Il  doit  à  fes  fujets  encor  plus  qiiaperfonne, 
 
 Et  ceffe  de  devoir,  quand  la  debte  efl  d'un  rang 
 
 A  ne  point  s  acquit  er  quaux  dépens  de  leur  fang. 
 
 S'il  efl  jufte  d ailleurs  que  tout  fe  confidere, 
 
 Qtie  hazard  oit  Tompée  enfcrvant  v  of  Ire  père  ? 
 
 Il  fe  voulut  par  là  faire  voir  tout-puiJfanty 
 
 Et  vit  croiflre  fa  glurie  en  le  reflabliffant. 
 
 Il  lefervit  enfin,  mais  ce  fut  de  la  langue, 
 
 La  bourfe  de  Cefarft  plus  que  fa  harangue, 
 
 Sans  fes  mille  talents,  Tompée  &  fes  difcours 
 
 Tour  rentrer  en  Egypte  eftotent  un  froid f  cours. 
 
 Qu'Une  vante  donc  plus  f  s  mérites  frivoLs, 
 
 Les  effets  de  Cefar  valent  bien  fes  paroles, 
 
 Et  fi cefl  un  bienfait  qu'il  faut  rendre  au]  our  d  luy, 
 
 Comme  il  parla  pour  vous,  vais  parlerez,  pour  luy. 
 
 Ainfivous  f  pouvez,,  &  devez  reconnoiflre, 
 
 Le  recevoir  chez  vous  cefi  recevoir  un  wafire, 
 
 £ui  tout  vaheu  qu'il  efl  bravant  le  nom  de  Roy  \ 
 
 "Dans  vos  propres  Efats  vous  donner cit  lu  loy. 
 
 Fermez- 
 
9  O  M  P  ET.  261 
 
 To  Mars  himfclf  fliould  this  Head  offer'd  be, 
 
 'Twould  fix  on  yours  too  black  an  Infamy: 
 
 Let  him  not  be  aflifted  nor  deftroy'd, 
 
 And  fuch  a  Conduct  will  all  Blame  avoid. 
 
 You  owe  him  much,  Sir^  for  Rome^  mov'dbyhim, 
 
 Help'd  our  laft  King  his  Scepter  to  redeem  : 
 
 But  Gratitude  and  Hofpitality, 
 
 \m  Monarchs  Breafts  muft  regulated  be  5 
 
 Nor  can  a  King  contracl  fo  great  a  Debt, 
 
 But  that  his  Subjects  claim  a  greater  yet: 
 
 And  all  Engagements  are  to  Princes  void, 
 
 To  cancel  which,  their  Blood  muft  be  imploy'd. 
 
 Confider  too,  what  Tompey  did  expofe, 
 
 When  he  your  Father  help'd  againft  his  Foes: 
 
 By  that  he  made  his  Pow'r  the  greater  feem, 
 
 And  rais'd  his  own  Fame,  by  reftoring  him  : 
 
 He  did,  in  ferving  him,  but  Language  fpend^ 
 
 But  Ctcfafs  Purfe  appear'd  the  better  Friend, 
 
 Had  we  not  Cœfars  thoufand  Talents  feen, 
 
 Tompey's  Orations  had  fmall  Succours  been. 
 
 Let  him  not  then  his  verbal  Merits  boaft, 
 
 For  Cœfar's  Adions  haw  obiig'd  you  moft. 
 
 But  if  a  Benefit  to  him  be  due, 
 
 Speak  now  for  him,  as  he  did  once  for  you: 
 
 His  Kindnefs  fafely  thus  requite  you  mav  • 
 
 \)vx  here  receiv'd,  he  will  you  Scepter  fway: 
 
 This  conquer'd  Roman  yet  a  King  will  brave, 
 
 And  in  your  own  Dominions  you  enflav 
 
 Eefufc 
 
266  POMPEE. 
 
 Fermez-luy  donc  vos  ports,  mais  épargnez  fa  tefte\ 
 S'il  le  faut  toutefois,  ma  main  eft  toute  prefte, 
 Je 'ffty obéir,  Sire,  &  je  fer  ois  jaloux 
 ^u  autre  bras  que  le  mien  port  aft  les  premiers  coups. 
 
 Sept.  Sir 'e,  je  fuis  Romain,  je  connoy  fun  &  l'autre. 
 ^Pompée  a  be  foin  d'aide,  il  vient  chercher  la  voftre, 
 Vous  pouvez,  comme  maiftre  abfolu  de  f on  fort,- 
 Le  fervir,  le  chaffer,  le  livrer  vif,  ou  mort  : 
 *Des  quatre  le  premier  vous  fer  oit  trop  funefte. 
 Souffrez  donc  quen  deux  mots  j  examine  le  refte. 
 
 Le  chaffer,  cyeft  vous  faire  unpuiffant  ennemy, 
 Sans  obliger  par  là  le  vainqueur  qu'à  demy, 
 Tuifque  ceft  luy  laiffer,  &  fur  Mer,  &  fur  Terre% 
 La  fuite  d'une  longue  &  difficile  guerre, 
 1)ont  peut-eftre  toux  deux  également  laffez 
 Se  vanger oient  fur  vous  de  tous  les  maux  paffez. 
 Le  livrer  à  Ce  far  rieft  que  la  mefme  chofey 
 Il  luy  pardonnera  s'il  faut  qu'il  en  difpofe, 
 Et  s' armant  à  regret  de  gêner  oft  é, 
 *D*une  fauffe  clémence  il  fera  vanités 
 Heureux  de  taffervir  en  luy  donnant  la  vie  5 
 Et  de  plaire  par  là  mefme  à  Rome  affervie, 
 Cependant  que  forcé  d  épargner  fon  rival, 
 Auffi-bien  que  Pompée  il  vous  voudra  du  mal. 
 
 Il  faut  le  délivrer  du  peril,  &  du  crime, 
 Affairer  fa  puiffance,  &  fauver  fon  eftime, 
 Et  du  party  contraire  en  ce  grand  Chef  détruit 
 prendre  fur  vous  la  honte,  &  luy  laiffer  le  fruit. 
 
 Cefi 
 
¥  O  M  T  E  T.  26/ 
 
 * 
 
 Rcfufe  him  welcome  then,  but  fpare  his  Head* 
 But  if't  mufl  fall,  this  Arm  (hall  ftrike  him  dead: 
 I  can  obey,  Sir,  and  Ihould  Jealous  grow, 
 If  any  Hand  but  mine  Ihould  ftrike  the  Blow. 
 
 Sept.  Sir,  Fin  a  Roman>  and  thefe  Hero's  know 
 Totnpey  needs  Aid,  and  from  you  feeks  it  now^ 
 You  are  his  Fate,  may  his  loft  Hopes  revive, 
 Banifh,  or  kill,  or  give  him  up  alive: 
 The  firft  would  coft  you  much  too  dear  a  rate, 
 I'll  only  then  the  other  three  debate. 
 
 His  Exile  draws  on  you  enraged  Pow'r, 
 And  does  but  half  oblige  the  Conquerour, 
 Since  to  a  long  fufpence  you  will  him  leave, 
 What  Fate  his  future  Battels  (hall  receive  5 
 And  both  on  you  Revenge,  when  weary  grown, 
 The  Ills,  which  but  for  you  they  had  not  known. 
 To  render  him  to  Cœfar  were  the  fame, 
 Who  muft  forgive  him,  to  augment  his  Fame: 
 He  will  a  Brav'ry  on  himfelf  impofe, 
 And  fwell  in  that  falfe  Mercy  he  beftows^ 
 Glad  if  that  way  he  Tompey  can  o'ercome, 
 And  in  the  fame  Act  pleafe  fubjeded  Rome: 
 But  whilft  you  him  to  this  neceflirate, 
 You'll  purchafe  his,  as  well  as  Tompefs  Hate. 
 
 His  Danger  and  Diihonour  then  prevent, 
 Both  make  him  great,  and  keep  him  innocent  1 
 Whilft  Tompey  s  Faclion  you  in  him  deftroy, 
 Let  C*far%  at  your  coft,  the  fruit  enjoy: 
 
 By 
 
268      ,  POMPEE. 
 
 Cefl  là  mon  fentiment,  ce  doit  eftre  le  voftre, 
 Tarlà  vous  gagnez  l'un,  &  ne  craignez  plus  l'autre, 
 Mais  fuivant  d Achillas  le  confeil  hazardeux, 
 Vous  n'en  gagnez  pas-un,  &  les  perdez  tous  deux. 
 
 Pto.  N'examinons  donc  plus  la  juftice  des  caufesy 
 Et  cédons  au  torrent  que  roule  toutes  chofes. 
 Je  pajfe  au  plus  de  voix,  &  de  mon  fentiment 
 Je  veux  bien  avoir  part  a  ce  grand  changement. 
 
 Affez  &  trop  long-temps  l'arrogance  de  Rome 
 A  creu  qu *  eftre  Romain  c* eft  oit  eftre  plus  qu'homme, 
 Abatons  fa  fuperbe  avec  fa  liberté ;, 
 *Dans  le  fang  de  ^Pompée  éteignons  fa  fierté :, 
 Tranchons  l'unique  efpoir  ou  tant  d'orgueil  fe  fonde, 
 Et  donnons  un  Tyran  à  ces  Tyrans  du  Monde, 
 Secondons  le  'De/lin  qui  les  veut  mettre  aux  fers, 
 Et  preftons-luy  la  main  pour  v anger  l'Univers. 
 Rome,  tu  fer  viras,  &  ces  Rois  que  tu  braves, 
 Et  que  ton  infolence  ofe  traiter  defclaves^ 
 Adoreront  Cefar  avec  moins  de  douleur, 
 *P  ni f qu'il  fera  ton  maiflre  auffi-bien  que  le  leur. 
 
 Allez  donc,  Achillas,  allez  avec  Septime 
 Nous  immorîalifer  par  cet  illuftre  crime  ^ 
 Qu'il  plaife au  Ciel,  ou  non,  laiffez-men  le foucy^ 
 Je  croy  qu'il  veut  fa  mort  puif qu'il  l amène  icy. 
 
 Ac\i.Sire,jecroy  tout  j uf te  alors  qu'un  Roy  l'ordonne. 
 
 Pto.  Allez,  & haftez-vous  d'ajfeurer  macouronne% 
 Et  vous  rejfouvenez  que  je  mets  en  vos  mains 
 Le  deftin  de  t  Egypte  %  &  celuy  des  Romains. 
 
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T  O  M  T  E  T.  269 
 
 By  this  Advice,  which  you'll,  I  hope,  allow, 
 You'll  gain  a  Friend,  and  need  not  fear  a  Foe; 
 But  if  Achillas  unfafe  Courfc  you  chufe, 
 You  neither  gain,  but  both  their  Friendfhips  lofe. 
 
 Tto.  Let  us  no  more  debate  what's  juft  and  fit, 
 But  to  the  Worlds  Viciflitude  fubmit. 
 Your  Major  Votes  do  with  my  Thoughts  agree. 
 Who  in  fo  great  a  Change  wou'd  aitive  be  3 
 Rome  hath  too  long  made  an  injurious  Claim, 
 That  all  Men  lhou'd  adore  the  Roman  Name: 
 Her  lofty  Freedom  let  us  now  throw  down, 
 And  all  her  Scorn  in  Tompefs  Blood  let's  drown. 
 Cutting  the  Root  by  vvhich  that  Pride  does  live, 
 To  the  World's  Tyrants,  let's  a  Tyrant  give  5 
 Now  Ifate  wou'd  chain  an  Arrogance  fo  fierce, 
 Let's  help  her  to  revenge  theUniverfe. 
 Rome,  thou  ihaltferve$  and  Kings,  which  always  yet 
 Thou'ft  dar'dwith  fo  muchlnfolence  to  treat, 
 Will  Cœfar  now  with  lefs  Regret  obey, 
 Since  thou  (halt  be  enflav'd  as  well  as  they. 
 
 Achillas  and  Septimiusy  lofe  no  time, 
 But  make  us  Deathlefs  by  this  glorious  Crime 5 
 Of  Heavn's  Refentment  I'll  the  hazard  run, 
 Who  fent  him  hither  fure  to  be  undone. 
 
 AchiL  A  King's  Command  muft  no  Difpute  endure. 
 
 Tto.  Go  then,  the  Scepter  which  I  bear,  fecure$ 
 For  you  by  thisCommiiTion  are  become 
 The  Deftinies  of  Egypt  and  of  Rome. 
 
 SCENE 
 
27o  POMPEE. 
 
 SCENE    IL 
 
 Ptolomée,   Photin. 
 
 Pto.  T  hot  in,  ou  je  me  trompe,  ou  ma  fœur  eft 
 *De  t  abord  de  Tompée  elle  efpere  autre  iffuë  j  Ldeceué> 
 Sachant  que  de  mon  père  il  a  le  teftament, 
 Elle  ne  doute  point  de  fon  couronnement l, 
 Elle  fe  croit  defîafouveraine  maiftreffe 
 2) 'un  fceptre  partagé  que  fa  bonté  luy  laijfe, 
 Et  fe  promettant  tout  de  leur  vieille  amitié, 
 *Demon  trône  en  fon  ame  elle  prend  la  moitié, 
 Ou  de  fon  vain  orgueil  les  cendres  rallumées 
 Pouffent  défia  dans  l'ir  de  nouvelles  fumées, 
 
 Pho.  Sire,  ceft  un  motif  que  je  ne  difoispas 
 Qui  devoit  de  Pompée  avancer  le  trépas. 
 Sans  doute  il  juger  oit  de  la  fœur,  &  du  frère, 
 Suivant  le  tejlament  du  feu  Roy  voflre  pere% 
 Son  hojîe  &  fon  amy,  qui  l'en  daigna  faiftr% 
 Jugez  après  cela  de  vojlre  déplaiftr. 
 Ce  n'e/l  pas  que  je  veuille  en  vous  parlant  contre  elle 
 Rompre  lez,  f  acre z>  nœuds  dune  amour  fraternelle, 
 *Du  Trône,  &  non  du  cœur  je  la  veux  éloigner. 
 Car  ceft  ne  régner  pas  queftre  deux  à  régner. 
 Un  Roy  qui  s'y  refout  eft  mauvais  Politique, 
 Il  détruit  fon  pouvoir  quand  il  le  communique \ 
 Et  les  raifons  d'Eftat....  mais,  Sire,  la  voicy. 
 
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<P  O  M  <P  E  T.  271 
 
 SCENE    II. 
 
 Ttolomy,  T hot  mus. 
 
 Tto.  I  am  miftaken,  Thotin^  or  by  this 
 My  Sifter  will  her  Expectation  mifs  * 
 Tompey  my  Father's  Will  having  fecur'd, 
 Her  Coronation  (he  believes  ailur'd. 
 And  (he  her  felf  the  Miftrefs  does  efteem, 
 Of  that  divided  Scepter  left  by  him. 
 Their  Antient  Friendfhip  (he  depends  upon, 
 And  inwardly  already  (hares  my  Throne, 
 Whence  her  Ambition  is  become  fo  vain, 
 That  from  its  A(hes  it  revives  again. 
 
 Tho.  Sir,  'twas  a  Motive  I  did  not  debate, 
 And  yet  which  ought  to  haflen  Tompefs  Fate. 
 He  your  Pretentions  doubtlefs  will  decide. 
 And  by  your  Father's  Will  your  Claims  divide. 
 To  which  great  Truft  of  Friend(hip  being  true, 
 You  know  how  much  he  difobliges  you. 
 Not  that  by  this  Difcourfe  I  wou'd  remove 
 The  Sacred  Cement  of  a  Brother's  Love, 
 I  banifn  her  not  from  your  Heart,  but  Throne, 
 For  he  Reigns  not,  that  does  not  Reign  alone. 
 Divided  Empire  all  Wife  Kings  avoid, 
 For  Pow'r  communicated  is  deftroy'd} 
 
 And  Policy. But,  Sir,  (he  does  appear. 
 
 SCENE 
 
t7i  POMPEE. 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 
 Ptolomée,  Cleopatre,  Photin, 
 
 Cle.  Sire,  ^Pompée  arrive,  &  vous  efles  icy  ! 
 
 Pto.  J' at  tens  dans  monTalais  ce  guerrier  magna- 
 Et  luy  viens  d'envoyer  Achillas  &  Sep  time.      [ntme, 
 
 Cle.  Quoy  I  Septime  a  Tompée  !  a  Tompée  Achillas  ! 
 
 Pto.  Sice  rieft  ajfez  d'eux,  allez  )fuivez  leur  s  pas. 
 
 Cle.  Donc  pour  le  recevoir  ceft  trop  que  de  vous- 
 mejme  ? 
 
 Pto.  Ma  fœurje  dois  garder  l'honneur  duT>iadême. 
 
 Cle.  Si  vous  en  portez  un,  ne  vous  en  fouvenez 
 Que  pour  baifer  la  main  de  qui  vous  le  tenez, 
 Que  pour  en  faire  hommage  aux  pieds  dun  fi  grand 
 homme. 
 
 Pto .  Au  for  tir  de  Tharfale  eft-ce  ainfî  qu'on  le  nomme} 
 
 Cle.  Fuji -il  dans  f on  malheur  de  tous  abandonné, 
 Il  eft  toujours  Tompée,  &  vous  a  couronné. 
 
 Pto.  lin  ene/l  plus  quel'ombre,&  couronna  monpere, 
 "Dont  l'Ombre,  &  non-pas  moy,  luy  doit  ce  qu'il  efpere. 
 Il  peut  aller,  s'il  veut,  dejfusfon  monument 
 Recevoir  fes  devoirs  &  fon  remer ciment. 
 
 Cle.  Après  un  tel  bien- fait,  ceft  ainfï  qu'on  le  traite  ! 
 
 Pto.  Jemenfouviens,  mafœur,&jevoyfadéfaite. 
 
 Cle.  Vous  la  voyez  de  vray, mais  d'un  œil  de  mépris. 
 
 Pto.  Le  temps  de  chaque  chofe  ordonne  &  fait  le 
 
 prix  j 
 
 Vous 
 
T  O  M  <P  ET. 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 
 Ttolomy,  Cleopatra^  cPhoir,>us, 
 
 Cle.  Tompey  is  come,  Sir,  and  can  you  be 
 Tto.  That  mighty  Warrior  I  at  home  attend, 
 And  him  Achillas  and  Septimius  fend. 
 Cle.  What?  fuch  Ambaffadors  as  thofe  to  him? 
 Tto.  You  may  go  too,  if  they  too  little  feem. 
 Cle.  Is  your  own  meeting  him  too  great  a  thing? 
 
 Tto.  I  muft  remember,  that  I  am  at  King: 
 Cle.  Can  you  reflect  on  that,  and  yet  be  How 
 
 To  kifs  the  hand  of  him,  that  made  you  fo? 
 
 And  pay  your  Homage  to  a  Man  fo  great? 
 
 Tto.  Did  he  that  Title  in  Tharfalia  get? 
 
 Cle.  Though  none  did  his  Misfortunes  held  afford, 
 He's  ftill  that  "Pompey  who  your  Crown  rdlor'd. 
 
 Tto.  Rather  his  Shade,  and  but  my  Father  Crown'd, 
 By  whofe  Ghoft,  not  by  mc,  it  fiiould  be  own'd. 
 Let  him  attend  his  Duff,  and  be  content 
 To  receive  Thanks  from  his  cold  Monument. 
 
 Cle.  Hath  fuch  a  Benefit  fuch  Ufage  met? 
 
 Tto.  I  both  remember  it,  and  his  Defeat. 
 
 Cle.  You  do  indeed,  but  witli  a  fcornful  Pride. 
 
 Tto.  Time  is  the  Standard  by  which  things  are 
 Try'di 
 
 T  You, 
 
274  POMPE  E. 
 
 Vous  qui  teftimez  tant  y  allez  luy  rendre  hommage. 
 Mais  fongez  qu *au  port  mefme  il  peut  faire  naufrage. 
 Cle.  Il  peut  faire  naufrage^  &  mefme  dans  le  port  l 
 Quoy  ?  'vous  auriez  ofé  lui  preparer  la  mort? 
 
 Pto.  J'ayfait  ce  que  les  T>ieux  m'ont  infpiré  défaire, 
 Et  que  pour  mon  Eft  at  fay  jugé  neceffarie. 
 
 Cle.  Je  ne  le  voy  que  tropy  Thotin  &  fes  pareils 
 Vous  ont  empoifonné  de  leurs  lâches  confeilsy 
 Ces  âmes  que  le  Ciel  ne  forma  que  de  boue ... 
 Pho  Ce  font  de  nos  confeils^ouy,  Madame \& j *avou  ë. . 
 Ch/Photinje parle  au  Roy, vous  répondrez  pour  tous 
 Quand  je  mabaifferay  jufqtfà  parler  à  vous. 
 
 Pto.  à  Photin.  Il  faut  unpeufoujfrir  de  cette  humeur 
 hautaine. 
 Je  fçay  voflre  innocence,  à1  je  connoisfa  haine} 
 Après  tout y  s' eft  mafœur,  oyez  fans  repartir. 
 
 Cle.  S'il  eft \  Sire,  encore  temps  de  vous  en  repentir. 
 Affranchiffez-vous  d'eux^  &  de  leur  tyrannie^ 
 Rappeliez:  la  vertu  par  leurs  confeils  bannie , 
 Cette  haute  vertu,  dont  le  Ciel  &  le  fang 
 Enflent  toujours  les  cœurs  de  ceuxdcntoftre  rang. 
 
 Pto.  Quoy  !  dun  frivole  efpoir  défia  préoccupée 
 Vous  me  parlez  en  Reine  en  parlaiit  de  Tomfée, 
 Et  d'un  faux  zèle  ainjï  voflre  orgueil  revejiu 
 Fait  agir  l' int  ere fl  fous  le  nom  de  vertu! 
 Lonfjfez-le,  ma  fœur,  vous  ff auriez  vous  en  taire, 
 N}  eft  oit  le  teftament  du  feu  Roy  noftre  père, 
 Vous  ff  avez  qu'il  le  garde. 
 
 Cle. 
 
T  O  M  ?  E  r.  275 
 
 You,  that  fo  prize  him,  may  his  Grcatnefs  court> 
 But  know,  he  yet  may  perifh  in  the  Port. 
 
 C/e.  What,  may  his  Shipwrack  in  the  Port  arrive? 
 And  have  you  dar'd  his  Ruin  to  contrive? 
 
 Tto.  I  have  done  only  what  the  Gods  infpir'd, 
 And  what  the  Safety  of  my  State  requir'd. 
 
 C/e.  I  know  but  too  much  -,  T  hot  in,  and  his  Crew 
 Have  with  their  wicked  Counfels  poyfon'd  you: 
 Souls  that  are  but  of  Nature's  Rubbifh  fram'd. 
 
 *Pho.  The  Counfel,  Madam,  will  not  be  difclaim'd. 
 
 C/e.  Tis  the  King,  T  hot  in,  Idifcourfe  with  now> 
 Stay  then,  'till  I  defcend  to  talk  to  you. 
 
 Tto.  to  *Photin.  You  mud  a  little  with  her  Scorn 
 difpenfe, 
 I  know  her  Hatred,  and  your  Innocence  ; 
 But  (he's  my  Sifter,  give  her  humour  vent. 
 
 C/e.  Sir,  if  too  late  it  be  not  to  repent, 
 Shake  off  at  length  a  Yoke  that  is  fo  vile, 
 And  call  your  Virtue  back  from  her  Exile: 
 That  Magnanimity  fo  great,  and  good, 
 Which  is  convey 'd  to  Prince?,  with  their  Blood. 
 
 Tto.  Sweird  with  a  hope  in  vain  by  you  forefeen> 
 You  fpeak  to  me  of  Tornpey,  like  a  Queen: 
 Through  your  falfe  Zeal,  flafhes  of  Pride  efcape^ 
 And  Intereft  does  aft  in  Virtue's  Shape: 
 Confcfs  it  then,  you  had  been  filent  ftill, 
 Were  it  not  for  the  King  our  Father's  Will 3 
 You  know  who  Keeps  it  ? 
 
 T  7  C/e. 
 
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 276  POMPEE. 
 
 Cle.  Et  vous  feaurez  anjji 
 Que  la  feule  vertu  me  fait  parler  ainfi, 
 Et  que  fi  tinter  eft  mavoit  préoccupée, 
 Jy  agir  ois  pour  Ce  far  ^  &  ?ion-pas  pour  Tompée. 
 Apprenez,  un  fe  et  et  que  je  v  ou  loi  s  cacher, 
 Et  ceffez  déformais  de  me  rien  reprocher. 
 
 Quand  ce  peuple  infolent  qii  enferme  Alexandrie 
 Fit  quitter  au  feu  Roy  f on  Trône  &  fa  Tatrie> 
 Et  que  ju [que  dans  Rome  il  alla  du  Sénat 
 Implorer  la  pitié  contre  un  tel  attentat^ 
 Il  nous  mena  tous  deux  pour  toucher  f  on  cour age ; 
 Vous  affez  jeune  en  cor,  moy  défia  dans  un  âgey 
 Ou  ce  peu  de  beauté  que  nîont  donné  les  deux 
 cD'?m  affez  vif  éclat  faifoit  briller  mes  yeux. 
 Ce  far  en  fut  épris,  &  du  moins  j'eus  la  gloire 
 'De  le  voir  hautement  domier  lieu  de  le  croire  : 
 Mais  voyant  contre  luy  le  Sénat  irrité, 
 Il  fit  agir  Tompée^  &  fon  authorité. 
 Ce  dernier  nous  fer  vit  à  fa  feule  prière, 
 Qui  de  leur  amitié  fut  la  preuve  dernière, 
 Vous  en  fç  avez  l'effet,  &  vous  en  joiiiffez: 
 Mais  pour  un  tel  amant  ce  ne  fut  pas  affez. 
 Après  avoir  pour  nous  employé  ce  grand  homme 
 Qui  nous  gagna  foudain  toutes  les  voix  de  Rome9 
 Son  amour  en  voulut  féconder  les  efforts, 
 Et  nous  ouvrant  fon  cœur  nous  ouvrit  fes  trefors. 
 Nous  eu  f  me  s  de  fes  feux  encore  en  leur  naiffance, 
 Et  les  nerfs  de  la  guerre,  &  ceux  de  lapuiffance. 
 
 Et 
 
<P  O  M  P  E  T.  ga;7 
 
 Ch\  And  you  fhalllnow  too3 
 Virtue  alone  prompts  inc  to  what  I  do. 
 For  if  I  did  niv  idvaotag 
 
 I  fliould  for  CœfdT)  not  for  Tam£ey%  fpeak  : 
 Receive  a  Secret  I  conceaPd  before, 
 And  after  that,  never  reproach  me  more. 
 
 When  none  that  bold  Rebellion  could  with/land, 
 Which  robb'd  our  Father  of  his  Crown  and  Land, 
 The  injuv'd  King  forfook  his  Native  Shore, 
 And  Rome's  great  Senate  did  for  Aid  implore. 
 With  him  we  went,  their  Pity  to  engage  $ 
 You  very  Young;  but  I  was  in  an  Age, 
 When  Nature  had  fupply'd  my  Eyes  with  Darts, 
 Already  Active  in  fubduing  Hearts. 
 Cœfar  receiv'd,  or  elfe  pretended  Love, 
 And  by  his  xAdions  would  hisPaflion  prove, 
 But  fince  the  Senate's  Pique  to  him  he  knew, 
 He  their  lov'd  Tompey  to  our  Party  drew. 
 Whofe  high  concern  for  us,  on  Cœfafs  fcore, 
 Was  the  laft  Fruit  their  Friendfhip  ever  bore. 
 Of  this  you  do  inherit  the  Event, 
 But  fuch  a  Lover  not  with  it  content, 
 When  by  th'  affiftance  of  fo  great  a  Man, 
 In  our  behalf  the  Roman  Suffrage  ran, 
 Refolving  further  Kindnefs  to  impart, 
 He  gave  his  Treafure  to  attend  his  Heart: 
 And  from  the  Bounty  of  his  growing  Flame, 
 Thofe  Sinews  both  of  War  and  Power  cam. . 
 
 T  3  Thofe 
 
578  POMPEE. 
 
 Et  les  mille  talents  qui  lu?  font  encor  déus 
 Remirent  en  nos  mains  tous  nos  EJlats  perdus. 
 Le  Roy  qui  s'en  fouvint  kfon  heure  fatale 
 Me  laiffa  comme  à  vous  la  dignité  Royale, 
 Et  par  f on  teflament  il  vous  fit  cette  loy 
 Tour  me  rendre  une  part  de  ce  qu'il  tint  de  moy. 
 Oeft  ainfi  qu  ignorant  d'où  vint  ce  bon  Office 
 Vous  appeliez  faveur  ce  qui  nejl  quejuftice, 
 Et  l'ofez  accufer  d'une  aveugle  amitié 
 Quand  du  tout  qu'il  me  doit  il  me  rend  la  moitié, 
 
 Pto.  Certes,  mafœur,  le  conte  efl  fait  avec  adreffe. 
 
 Ck.Cefar  viendra  bien-t "oft \&j*en  ay  lettre  expreffe* 
 Et  peut-ejlre  aujourd'huy  vos  yeux  feront  témoins 
 JDe  ce  que  vofire  efprit  s'imagine  le  moins. 
 Ce  nef  pas  fans  fujet  que  je  parlais  en  Reine \ 
 Je  riay  receu  de  vous  que  mépris  &  que  haine, 
 Et  de  ma  part  du  Sceptre  indigne  ravijfeur^ 
 Vous  m  avez  plus  traitée  en  efclave^  qu'en  fœur^ 
 Mefme  pour  éviter  des  effets  plus  ftniftres, 
 Il  mafalufiater  vos  infolens  Miniftres, 
 'Dont  fay  craint  jufqu*  icy  le  fer,  ou  le  poifon  ; 
 Mais  Tompée^  ou  Ce  far  m'en  va  faire  raifon, 
 Et  quoy  quavec  cPhotin  Achillas  en  ordonne, 
 On  l'une,  ou  l'autre  main  me  rendra  ma  Couronne  i 
 Cependant  mon  orgueil  vous  laiffe  à  démefler. 
 Quel  efloit  ï inter  eft  qui  me  faif oit  parler. 
 
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¥  O  M  T  E  T.  179 
 
 Thofc  thoufand  Talents  which  we  owe  him  yet, 
 Forc'd  our  revolted  Egypt  to  fubmit. 
 On  this  the  King  refleding,  when  he  dy'd 
 Betwixt  us  did  his  Dignity  divide  5 
 And,  by  his  Sov  reign  Right,  on  me  beflow'd 
 A  part  of  what  he  to  my  Beauty  ow'd  : 
 Whilft  you,  who  this  great  Reafon  never  knew, 
 Thought  that  his  Favour,  which  was  but  my  Due* 
 And  your  dread  Father  partial  dar'd  to  calJ, 
 Who  gave  me  half  when  yet  he  ow'd  me  all. 
 Vto.  This  Story,  you  with  Art  enough  contrive 
 Cle.  I  am  afïur'd,  Cœfar  will  foon  arrive; 
 And  a  few  hours  will  fuch  a  Change  efteft, 
 As  your  dark  Policy  did  leaft  exped  : 
 And  fhew  you  why  I  fpoke  fo  like  a  Queen, 
 Who  the  loath'd  Object  of  your  Scorn  have  been. 
 You  in  the  Throne  ufurp'd  my  equal  Seat, 
 And  as  a  Slave  you  did  your  Sifter  treaty 
 'Till  I  was  forc'd  to  fliun  a  ruder  Fate, 
 To  ftoop,  and  Court  your  Minifters  of  State. 
 Whofe  Steel  or  Poyfon,  I  (till  fear'd:  but  know 
 Tompey  or  Cafar  will  fecure  me  now  $ 
 And  whatfoe'er  your  Sycophants  ordain, 
 I  now  am  fure  my  Scepter  to  obtain  : 
 Till  when  my  Pride  (hall  leave  you,  to  divine, 
 In  this  Conteft,  what  coud  be  my  Defign. 
 
 T  4  SCENE 
 
a8o  POMPEE. 
 
 SCENE    IV. 
 
 Ptolotié;,    Photin. 
 
 Pto.  Que  dites-vous y  amy,  de  cette  ame  orgueilleufe  ? 
 
 Pho.  Sir  émette  furprife  eft  pour  moy  merveilleufe, 
 Jen'enfçiy  que  pen  fer  *  &  mon  cœur  étonné 
 "D'un  fecret  que  jamais  il  n'auroit  foupçonné, 
 Inc  enflant  &  confus  dans  f on  incertitude, 
 Ne  ce  refout  à  rien  qu'avec  inquietude. 
 
 Pto.  Sauverons-nous  Pompée  ? 
 
 Pho.  Il  faudroit  faire  effort \ 
 Si  nous  l'avions  fauve,  pour  conclurre  fa  mort, 
 Cleopatre  vous  hait,  elle  eft  fiere^  elle  ejt  belle ç 
 Et  fi  t  heureux  Ce  far  a  de  V  amour  pour  elle^ 
 La  tefte  de  Pompée  eft  tunique  prefent 
 Qui  vous  fajfe  contr'elle  un  rempart  fufpfant. 
 
 Pto,  Ce  dangereux  efprit  a  beaucoup  d'artifice. 
 
 Pho.  Son  artifice  efl  peu  contre  un  fi grand fervicea 
 
 Pro.  Mais  fi  tout  grand  qu'il  eft,  il  cede  àfesappas} 
 
 I  "'  o.  Il  la  faudra  flat er,  mais  ne  m'en  croyez  past 
 Et  pour  mieux  empefcher  qu'elle  ne  vous  opprime, 
 Qmfulîez,  en  encor  Achillas  &  Septime. 
 
 Pto.  Allons  donc  les  voir  faire.  &  montons  à  la  Tour* 
 Et  nous  en  refondrons  enfemble  à  leur  retour. 
 
 ACTE 
 
T  O  M  T  ET.  281 
 
 SCENE    IV. 
 
 Ttolomy,  Thottn. 
 
 Tto.  What  think  you,  Thotin,  of  this  lofty  Mind  ? 
 
 Tho.  My  Spirit,  Sir,  to  Wonder  is  refign'd, 
 And  nothing  but  Amazement  can  exprefs, 
 At  fuch  a  Secret  as  I  ne'er  coud  guefs; 
 My  Thoughts  are  fo  unquiet  and  confus'd, 
 I  fcarce  know  what  Expedient  fhou'd  be  us'd. 
 
 Tto.  Shall  we  fave  Tompey} 
 
 Tho.  Had  you  that  Decreed, 
 Yet  it  were  now  convenient  he  fhou'd  bleed. 
 Your  Sifter  hates  you,  (lie  is  fair  and  fierce, 
 And  if  lhe  fuch  Victorious  Charms  difperfe, 
 The  Head  of  Tompey  only  can  fuffice 
 To  win  the  Heart  of  Cafar  from  her  Eyes: 
 
 Tto.  This  dang'rous  Woman  hath  a  bufie  Wit. 
 
 Tho.  But  fuch  a  Service  will  out-ballance  it. 
 
 Tto.  But  what  if  Cafar  ftill  her  Pow'r  obey  > 
 
 Tho.  Then  flatter  her$  yet  mind  not  what  I  fay, 
 Till  firft  you  ask,  in  an  Affair  fo  nice, 
 Achillas  and  Septimius  beft  Advice.  [Doom 
 
 Tto.  Let's  from  the  Tow'r  fee  them  A&Tompefs 
 And  this  Debate,  at  their  return,  refume. 
 
 After 
 
<P  0  M  P  E  T.  283 
 
 After  the  firft  Aft  of  Tompey*  the  King  and  y£<?//0 
 ftiou'd  be  difcover'd,  fitting  and  hearkning  to 
 this    SONG. 
 
 Since  Affairs  of  the  State  are  already  decreed* 
 Make  room  for  Affairs  of  the  Court, 
 Employment  and  Tleafure  each  other  fucceed* 
 Becaufe  they  each  other  fupport \ 
 Were  ^Princes  confined 
 From  flack 'ning  their  Mind, 
 When  by  Care  it  is  ruffl'd  and  curl'd* 
 A  Crown  woud  appear 
 Too  heavy  to  wear* 
 And  no  Man  wou'd govern  the  World. 
 
 If  the  Gods  themfelves,  who  have  Power  enough, 
 
 In  Diver/tons  are  various*  and  oft$ 
 Since  the  Bufînefs  of  Kings  is  angry  and  rough* 
 
 Their  Intervals  ought  to  be  J oft. 
 
 Were  Trinces  confined*  &c. 
 
 To  our  Monarch  we  owe  whatfoe*er  we  enjoy  : 
 
 And  no  grateful  Subjects  are  thofe, 
 Who  wou'd  not  the  Safety,  he  gives  them*  employ 
 
 To  contribute  to  his  Repofe. 
 
 Were  Trinces  confirid,  &c. 
 
 After  which  an  Antick  Dance  of  Gypfies  is  pre» 
 fented. 
 
 ACT 
 
284  POMPEE. 
 
 ACTE  IL    SCENE  L 
 
 Cleopatre,   Carmion. 
 Cl  eopatre, 
 
 JE  laime^  mais  t éclat  dune  fi belle fiame 
 Quelque  brillant  qu'il  foit  ri  éblouit  point  mon  ame* 
 Et  toujours  ma  vertu  retrace  dans  mon  cœur 
 CeqiCildoit  au  vaincu,  brûlant  pour  le  vainqueur. 
 Aujjî  qui  l'ofe  aimer  forte  une  ame  trop  haute , 
 Tour  fouffrir  feulement  lefoupçon  dune  faute  s 
 Et  je  le  traiter  ois  avec  indignité , 
 Si  fafpirois  à  lui  par  une  lâcheté. 
 
 Char.  Quoyl  vous  aimez  Ce  far, à4 filous  efiiez  creuë, 
 U  Egypte  pour  Tompée  armer  oit  à  fa  veuë, 
 En  pr  endroit  la  défenfe,  &  par  un  prompt  fee  our  s 
 *Du  deftin  de  Tharfale  arrefieroit  le  cours  ! 
 L'Amour  certes  fur  vous  a  bien  peu  de  puijfance. 
 
 Cle.  Les  ^Princes  ont  cela  de  leur  haute  naijfance. 
 Leur  ame  dans  leur  fang  prend  des  impreffions 
 Qui  deffous  leur  vertu  rangent  leurs  pœJ/îonsy 
 Leur  generojïté  foûmet  tout  à  leur  gloire, 
 Tout  eft  illuftre  en  eux  quand  ils  daignent  fe  croire. 
 Et  file  Peuple  y  voit  quelques  déreglemens, 
 Ceft  quand  ladvis  dautruy  corrompt  leurs  fentimens. 
 Ce  malheur,  de  Pompée  achevé  la  ruine^ 
 Le  Roy  teuft  fecouru,  mais  Photin  Vajfajfine. 
 
 Il 
 
<P  O  M  T  ET.  28? 
 
 A  C  T  IL    S  C  E  N  E   I. 
 
 Cleopatra}  Charmion. 
 Cleopatra. 
 
 I  Love  him  ^  but  a  Flame  fo  much  refind, 
 How  bright  foever,  dazles  not  my  Mind: 
 For  Virtue  makes  my  Inclination  know, 
 What  Cœfar's  Miftrefs  does  to  Tompey  owe  : 
 And  none  dares  own  a  Paffion  fo  fublime, 
 i  But  (lie  that  fcorns  the  Shadow  of  a  Crime. 
 1 1  fhou'd  but  fmall  Refpeft  to  Cafar  pay, 
 To  feek  his  Love  in  an  unhandfom  way. 
 
 Char.  Can  you  Love  Cafar  ^  Madam,  andadvife 
 That  Egypt  fhou'd  in  Arms  againft  him  rife  ? 
 That  they  fhou'd  Tompey  againft  him  Protect, 
 And  hisTharfaltan  Triumphs  fhou'd  be  check'd? 
 Sure  Love  in  you  does  little  Empire  fhow. 
 
 Cle.  This  to  their  high  Extra&ion  Princes  owe, 
 That,  by  th'  Afliftance  of  their  Royal  Blood, 
 Their  Paillons  are  more  eafily  fubdu'd. 
 Their  Honour  ftill  the  Victory  will  have, 
 And  whilft  they  truft  themfelves,  they  (till  are  brave. 
 All  the  Diforders,  which  in  Kings  we  fee, 
 To  others  Councels  muft  imputed  be: 
 This  I  the  Caufe  of  Tompey's  Ruin  deem  5 
 The  King  would  help,  but  Thotin  murthers  him. 
 
 Whofe 
 
286  POMPE  E. 
 
 Il  croit  cette  ame  baffe \  &  fe  montre  fans  foy, 
 Mais  s'il croyott  lafienne,  il  agir  oit  en  Roy. 
 
 Char.  Ainfîdonc  de  Ce  far  l'amante,  à0 t  ennemie. . . 
 
 Cle.  Je  lay  garde  une  flame  exempte  d'infamie, 
 Un  cœur  digne  de  luy. 
 
 Char.  Vous  pojfedez  le fïen? 
 
 Cle.  Je  croy  le  poffeder. 
 
 Char.  Mais  le fçavez-vous  bien? 
 
 Cle.  Apprens  qu'une  Trincejfe  aimant  fa  renommée 
 Jamais  ne  dit  qu'elle  aime  a  moins  que  d'eftre  aiméey 
 Et  que  les  plus  beaux  feux  dont  f on  cœur  J oit  épris, 
 N'oferoient  l'expofer  aux  hontes  d'un  mépris. 
 
 Noftrefjmr  à  Rome  enflamafon  courage ; 
 Là  feus  de  fon  amour  le  premier  témoignage, 
 Et  depuis  jufqu* icy  chaque  jour  fes  couriers 
 M'apportent  en  tribut  fes  vœux  &  fes  lauriers. 
 Tar  tout,  en  Italie,  aux  Gaules,  en  Ejpagne, 
 La  Fortune  le  fuit,  &  P  Amour  l'accompagne  ; 
 Son  bras  ne  dompte  point  de  ^Peuples,  ny  de  lieux, 
 *Dont  il  ne  rende  hommage  au  pouvoir  de  mes  yeux. 
 Et  de  la  mefme  main  dont  il  quitte  lépée, 
 V limante  cncor  du  fang  des  amis  de  Tompée, 
 Il  trace  des  foûpirs,  &  d  unfile  plaintif 
 *D  ans  fon  champ  de  victoire  il  fe  dit  mon  captif. 
 Oiiy,  tout  vittorieux  il  m'écrit  de  Tharfale, 
 Etfifa  diligence  à  fes  feux  eft  égale \ 
 Ou  plût  oft  fi  la  Mer  ne  s'oppofe  à  fes  feux, 
 L 'Egypte  le  va  voir  meprefenter  fes  vœux. 
 
 H 
 
T  O  M?  ET.  387 
 
 Whofc  Counfel  hath  his  Matter's  Faith  overthrown, 
 Which  ftill  had  fway'd,  had  he  obferv'd  his  own. 
 Char.  You  then  who  Cafar  love,  and  yet  oppofe. 
 Cle.  The  Love  i  cherifh  no  Difoonour  knows, 
 But  worthy  him. 
 Char.  Are  you  of  his  fecur'd  ? 
 Cle.  I  think  1  am. 
 Char.  But  are  you  well  affur'd? 
 Cle.  Know,  that  a  Princefs,  by  her  Glory  mov'd, 
 No  Lov    confefles  till  (he  be  belov'd. 
 Nor  the  mod  noble  Paflion  ever  (hows, 
 Wnen  it  (hail  her  to  a  Contempt  expofe. 
 At  Rome%  I  firft  did  Cafar's  Heart  invade, 
 Where  he  the  firft  Expreffion  of  it  made  -, 
 And  ever  fince,  he  did  to  me  renew 
 The  Tribute  of  his  Vows  and  Laurels  too. 
 Hemarch'd  through /ta^r,  through  Gaul  and  Sj>ain> 
 With  Love  in's  Bread,  and  Fortune  in  his  Train: 
 Nor  did  he  ever  make  fo  brave  a  Prize, 
 But  he  pay'd  Homage  for  it  to  thefe  Eyes. 
 With  the  fame  Hand,  which  did  that  Weapon  quit 
 Wi'th*  Blood  of  Tompef  s  Party  reeking  yet, 
 He  writ  Complaints,  and  put  my  Fetters  on, 
 Ev'n  in  the  Field,  which  he  had  newly  won. 
 Yes,  from  Thar  [alia  his  Subraiflions  came, 
 And  if  his  Speed  be  equal  to  his  Flame, 
 Or  rather,  if  the  Sea  befriend  his  Fleet, 
 Egypt  (hall  fee  him  (hortly  at  my  Feet. 
 
 He 
 
288  POMPEE. 
 
 Il  vient,  ma  Charmion,  jufques  dans  nos  murailles 
 Chercher  auprès  de  moy  le  prix  de  fes  batailles, 
 M' offrir  toute  fa  gloire,  &  foûmettre  à  mes  loix 
 Ce  cœur,  &  cette  main  qui  commandent  aux  Rois3 
 Et  ma  rigueur  méfiée  aux  faveurs  de  la  guerre 
 Feroit  un  malheureux  du  mniftre  de  la  Terre. 
 
 Char,  J'oferois  bien  jurer  que  vos  divins  appas 
 Se  vantent  d'un  pouvoir  dont  ils  ri  u fer  ont  pas. 
 Et  que  le  grand  Ce  far  n'a  rien  qui  l'importune 
 Si  vous  feules  rigueurs  ont  droit  fur  fa  fortune. 
 Mais  quelle  ejl  voflre  attente,  &  que  prétende z-vous 
 Tuifque  d'une  autre  femme  il  eft  défia  l'époux, 
 Et  qu'avec  Calphurnie  unpaifible  Hymenée 
 *Par  des  liens  f  acre  z  tient  f on  ame  enchaifnée  ? 
 
 CXz.LeDivorce  aujourd'hui  fi  commun  aux  Romains 
 7 eut  rendre  en  ma  faveur  tous  ces  obftacles  vains  : 
 Ce  far  en  fiait  l'ufage  &  la  cérémonie, 
 Un  divorce  chez,  luy  fit  place  à  Calphurnie. 
 
 Char.  Tar  cette  mefme  voye  il  pourra  vous  quitter. 
 
 CJe.  Teut-eftre  mon  bonheur  faur  a  mieux  l'arrefler, 
 <peut-eftre  mon  amour  aura  quelque  avantage 
 Qui  fçatira  mieux  pour  moy  mefnager  fon  courage. 
 Mais  laiffons  au  hazard  ce  qui  peut  arriver^ 
 Achevons  cet  Hymen,  s' il fe peut  achever, 
 Ne  dur  aft-il  qu'un  jour,  ma  gloire  eft  fans  féconde 
 'D'eftre  du  moins  un  jour  la  maiftrejfe  du  Monde. 
 J'ay  de  l'ambition,  &  fit  vice,  ou  vertu, 
 Mon  cœur  fous  fon  fardeau  veut  bien  efire  abatu, 
 
 Ten 
 
T  O  M  ¥  E  T.  289 
 
 He  comes  my  Charmlon^  and  from  me  alone, 
 Sa-ks'the  Reward  of  all  that  he  ha:  h  done. 
 And  all  his  Glory  to  my  Shrine  he  brings, 
 With  the  lame  Hand  that  gives  the  Law  to  Kings 5 
 So  that,  cv*n  in  his  Triumphs,  my  Difdain 
 Can  make  the  Man  that  Rules  the  World  complain: 
 /r.  l\t  I  dare  fwear,  y  our  Charms  a  Powr  enjoy, 
 Which,  tho*  they  boaft  of,  they  will  ne'er  employ, 
 And  the  great  Cœfar  fhall  no  Trouble  know, 
 If  it  can  only  from  your  Rigour  grow. 
 But  what  can  you  expect  from  Cœfar  s  Flames, 
 
 Wherein  fuch  right  another  Woman  claims  > 
 
 His  Freedom  he  by  Marriage  hach  refignd, 
 
 And  only  to  Calphurina  is  confin'd. 
 Cle.  But  a  Divorce,  at  Rome  fo  common  now, 
 
 May  remove  her,  and  my  Defies  allow: 
 
 Cafar's  Experience  him  to  that  may  lead, 
 
 Since  'twas  Calphurnias  Paflage  to  his  Bed. 
 
 Char,  But  the  fame  way  may  you  at  length  remove. 
 Cle.  Perhaps  I  better  (hall  fecure  his  Love, 
 
 Perhaps  my  Paillon  may  find  out  an  Art 
 
 Better  to  manage  that  Illuiirious  Heart. 
 
 But  let's  to  Heav'n  leave  what  may  arrive, 
 
 And  this  Alliance  (if  we  can)  contrive. 
 
 Were  it  but  one  Day,  'twere  enough  for  me, 
 
 One  Day,  the  Miftrefs  of  the  World  to  be. 
 
 I  have  Ambition,  and  be't  Good  or  111, 
 
 It  is  the  only  Soveraign  of  my  Will. 
 
 U  And 
 
29o  POMPEE. 
 
 J'en  ay  me  la  chaleur ',  à*  la  nomme  fans  ceffe 
 
 La  feule  paffwn  digne  dune  Trinceffe. 
 
 Mais  je  veux  que  la  gloire  anime  f es  ardeurs, 
 
 Qu'elle  mené  fans  honte  au  f  ai  ft  e  des  grandeur  s  > 
 
 Et  je  la  def avoué  y  alors  que  fa  manie 
 
 Mous  pre  fente  le  Trône  avec  ignominie. 
 
 Ne  f  étonne  donc  plus,  Charmion,  de  me  voir 
 ^Dé fendre  encor  Tompée,  &  fuivre  mon  devoir. 
 Ne  pouvant  rien  de  plus  pour  fa  vertu  feduite, 
 *Dans  mon  ame  en  fecret  je  l'exhorte  à  la  fuite, 
 Et  voudrois  qu*Un  orage  écartant  f  es  vaiffeaux 
 Malgré  luy  tenlevafl  aux  mains  defes  bourreaux. 
 Mais  voicy  de  retour  le  f  délie  Achorée 
 
 Tar  qui  fen  apprendray  la  nouvelle  affeurée. 
 
 ■ 
 
 SCENE    IL 
 
 Cleopatre,  Achorée,  Charmion. 
 
 Cle.  En  eft- ce  défia  fait \  &  nos  bords  malheureux 
 Sont -ils  défia  fouillez  d'un  fang  (i  généreux  ? 
 
 Acho.Madamej'ay  couru  par  voftre  ordre  au  rivage^ 
 J'ay  veu  la  trahifon,  fay  veu  toute  fa  rage, 
 "Du  plus  grand  des  Mortels  fay  veu  trancher  le  fort  > 
 J'ay  veu  dans  f  on  malheur  la  gloire  de  fa  mort  y 
 Et  puifque  vous  voulez,  qu'icy  je  vous  raconte 
 faa  gloire  d'une  mort  qui  nous  couvre  de  honte> 
 
 Efcoutez, 
 
7>  O  JMT  ET.  291 
 
 And  'tis  this  noble  Paflion  fure,  or  none, 
 A  Princcfs  may  without  a  Blemiih  own. 
 But  yet  with  Glory  I  wou'd  it  enflame, 
 Nor  wou'd  buy  Gre atnefs  with  the  lofs  of  Fame, 
 For  I  the  brighteft  Crown  can  fcorn  to  touch, 
 When  'tis  attended  with  the  lead  Reproach. 
 Wonder  not  then,  that  I  fo  much  purfue 
 <Pompey's  Defence,  and  wou'd  my  Duty  do. 
 His  injur'd  Virtue,  fince  I  cannot  right, 
 My  fecret  Wilhes  muft  invoke  his  Flight: 
 That  fome  kind  Storm  may  fo  his  Ships  difperfe. 
 As  maypreferve  him  from  his  Murtherers. 
 But  faithful  Achoreus  come?,  and  he 
 Will  quickly  tell  us  Tompe/s  Deftiny. 
 
 SCENE    IL 
 
 Cleopatra,  Charmion*  Achoreus. 
 
 C/*\What,is  it  done,and  hath  fome  treacherous  Hand 
 With  that  rich  Blood  ftain'd  our  unhappy  Strand? 
 
 Acho.  By  your  Commands,  I  to  the  Shore  did  run, 
 And  faw  this  Treafon  in  its  Horror  done: 
 I  faw  the  greateft  Mortal  lofe  his  Breath, 
 And,  tho'  a  fad,  I  faw  a  glorious  Death. 
 And  fince  a  ftory  you  require  from  me, 
 So  much  his  Honour,  and  our  Infamy* 
 
 U  2  Hear 
 
-92  POMPEE. 
 
 Ef coûtez,  admirez,  &  plaignez  fon  trépas. 
 
 Ses  trois  vaifeaux  en  rade  avoient  mis  voile  bas, 
 Et  voyant  dans  le  port  preparer  nos  galères , 
 Il  croyoit  que  le  Roy  touché  de  fes  miferes, 
 'Par  un  beau  fentiment  d'honneur  &  de  devoir 
 Avec  toute  fa  Cour  le  venoit  recevoir. 
 Mais  voyant  que  ce  Prince  ingrat  a  fes  mérites 
 N'envoyoit  qu'un  efquifremply  de  fatellites, 
 llfouppnne  auffi-toft  fon  manquement  de  foy, 
 Et  fe  laijfe  furprendre  à  quelque  peu  dejfroy. 
 Enfin  voyant  nos  bords  &  nofire  Flote  en  armes \ 
 Il  condamne  en  [on  cœur  ces  indignes  alarmes, 
 Et  réduit  tous  les  foins  d'unfï  prejfant  ennuy 
 A  ne  bazarder  pas  Cornelie  avec  luy. 
 N'expofons,  luy  dit -il,  que  cette  feule  tefte, 
 A  la  reception  que  l'Egypte  m'aprefte, 
 Et  tandis  que  moy  feul  j'en  courray  le  danger 
 Songe  à  prendre  la  faite  afin  de  me  vanger. 
 Le  Roy  Juba  nous  garde  une  foy  plus  fincere  : 
 Chez  luy  tu  trouveras,  &  mes  fils,  ôc  ton  père, 
 Mais  quand  tu  les  verrois  defcendre  chez  Pluton, 
 Ne  defefpere  point  du  vivant  de  Caton. 
 Tandis  que  leur  amour  en  cet  Adieu  contefie, 
 Achillas  à  fon  bord  joint  f on  efquif  funefle, 
 Sept  me  fe  prcfente,  &  luy  tendant  la  main 
 Le  falu'è Empereur  en  langage  Romain, 
 Et  comme  député  de  ce  jeune  Monarque, 
 Paffez,  Seigneur,  dit-il^  paflcz  dans  cette  barque, 
 
 Les 
 
T  O.MT  E  T. 
 
 Hear  now  his  Fate,  and  wonder  and  bewaij. 
 
 His  three  Ships  in  the  Hirbour  ftriking  Sail, 
 When  to  our  ready  Gallies  he  approach'J, 
 He  thought  the  King,  with  his  Misfortunes  touch  V, 
 By  noble  fenfe  of  Honour,  did  intend 
 With  all  his  Court  to  meet  fo  brave  a  Friend. 
 But  when  he  only  faw  a  Skiff  prepar'd, 
 And  that  too  fill'd  with  Ruffians  of  his  Guard, 
 Th'  Ingrateful  Treachery  did  then  appear, 
 And  gave  him  fome  Approaches  of  a  Fear: 
 But  feeing  arm'd  Men  on  our  Ships  and  Shoar, 
 He  blufh'd  his  Apprehenfions  were  fo  poor* 
 And  when  the  Danger  was  fo  near  him  brought, 
 He  only  on  Cornelia's  Safety  thought. 
 "  Lets  but  expofe,  fays  he,  the  fingle  Head 
 c'  To  a  Reception  we  may  fo  much  dread. 
 "  But  whilft  I  only  do  the  Shocfe  fuftain, 
 <c  Haften  thy  Flight,  and  my  Revenge  obtain. 
 "  King  Juba  is  more  ger/roufly  inclin'd, 
 c<  Where  thou  thy  Father,  and  my  Sons  (halt  find: 
 "  But  if  their  Deaths  fhoud  thee  of  them  deprive, 
 <c  Never  defpair  while  Cato  is  alive. 
 While  their  Contefl  on  this  was  fad  and  kind, 
 Achillas**  fatal  Boat  their  VeiTel  join'd  : 
 Scptimius  then,  to  get  him  in  his  Pow'r, 
 1'th'  Roman  Language  call'd  him  Emperour* 
 And  as  deputed  from  th'  Egyptian  Prince, 
 Let,  Sir,  fays  he,  this  Bark  convey  you  hence  > 
 
 U  3  The 
 
294  POMPEE. 
 
 Les  fables  5c  les  bancs  cachez  defïbus  les  eaux 
 
 Rendent  laccez  mal  feur  à  de  plus  grands  vaiffeaux. 
 
 Ce  Héros  voit  la  fourbe -,  &s9en  mocque  dans  l'ame. 
 Il  reçoit  les  Adieux  desfîens,  &  de  fa  femme r, 
 Leur  défend  de  le  fuivre,  &  s'avance  au  trépas 
 Avec  le  me fme  front  qu'il  donnoit  les  Eftats. 
 La  me  fme  M aj eft é  fur  fon  vif  age  emprainte 
 Entre  ces  afjafjins  montre  un  ef prit  fans  craint  e^ 
 Sa  vertu  toute  entière  à  la  mort  le  conduit^ 
 Son  affranchy  *P  hi  lippe  ejl  le  feul  qui  le  fuit , 
 Oefi  de  luy  quefayfftt  ce  que  je  viens  de  dire, 
 Mes  yeux  ont  veu  le  refte,  &  mon  cœur  en  foûpire, 
 Et  croit  que  Ce  far  me  fme  à  de  fî  grands  malheurs 
 Ne  pourra  refufer  des  foûpirs,  &  des  pleurs. 
 
 Cle;  N'épargnez  pas  les  miens,  achevez,  Achorée^ 
 L'hijloire  d'une  mort  que  fay  déjapleurée. 
 
 Acho.  On  t  amène,  à*  du  port  nous  le  voyons  venir 
 Sans  que  pas -un  d'entr'eux  daigne  l'entretenir. 
 Ce  mépris  luy  fait  voir  ce  qu'il  en  doit  attendre^ 
 Enfin  l' ef qui f  aborde,  on  l%invite  à  defcendre^ 
 life  levé,  &  foudain  pour  fignal  Achillas 
 ^Derrière  ce  Héros  tirant  fon  coutelas ', 
 Septime  &  trois  des  fîens,  lâches  enfans  de  Rome, 
 ^Percent  à  coups  prejfez  les  flancs  de  ce  grand  homme, 
 Tandis  qu*  Achillas  mefme  épouvanté  d'horreur 
 %)e  ces  quatre  enragez  admire  la  fureur. 
 
 Cle.  Vous  qui  livrez  la  Terre  aux  difcordes  civiles. 
 Si  vous  vangezfa  mort,  T>ieux,  épargnez  nos  villes, 
 
 Rimputez 
 
<p  o  ai  t  e  r.  19s 
 
 The  Shelves  and  Sands  which  under  Water  lye, 
 
 To  greater  VefTels  an  Accefs  deny. 
 
 The  Hero  faw,  and  Cmil'd  at  this  Abufe  -, 
 
 He  then  receiv'd  his  Wife's  and  Friends  Adieus, 
 
 Their  Stay  commanded,  and  to  Death  did  go 
 
 With  the  fame  Look,  as  he  did  Crowns  beftow  : 
 
 With  the  fame  Majefty  writ  in  his  Brow, 
 
 He  fat  unmov'd  among  his  Murtherers  now  : 
 
 His  ftedfafl:  Courage  did  his  Conducl  fcem, 
 
 Thilip  his  Freedman  only  follow'd  him, 
 
 Of  whom,  what  I  have  told  you,  I  did  Learn, 
 
 But  faw  the  reft  my  felf  with  fad  Concern-, 
 
 And  think  (fo  mournful  it  to  me  appears) 
 
 Cafar  himfelf  could  not  refufe  it  Tears. 
 
 Cle.  But  fpare  not  mine,  nor  let  them  intercept 
 A  Story,  which  I  have  already  wept. 
 
 Acho.  Whilft  toward  Land  they  brought  him,  not 
 To  the  unhappy  Tompey  they  afford  :         Ca  Word 
 In  which  Contempt,  he  did  forefee  his  End. 
 At  length  arriv'd,  they  ask  him  to  defcend} 
 He  rifing,  as  Achillas  ftood  behind 
 Drawing  his  Sword,  for  what  they  had  defign'd, 
 Septimiusy  and  three  Romans  more,  embrew'd 
 Their  guilty  Hands  in  that  heroick  Blood  : 
 Till  ev'n  Achillas  was  with  Horrour  ftrook, 
 Upon  a  Ragefo  barbarous  to  look. 
 
 Cle.  You  Gods,  who  Nations  do  chaftife  with  W; 
 When  you  revenge  this  Death,  our  Cities  fpare! 
 
 U  +  x\nd 
 
296  POMPE  E. 
 
 N'imputez  rien  aux  lieux,  reconnoifftz,  les  mains, 
 Le  crime  de  V Egypte  eft  fait  par  des  Romains. 
 Mais  que  fait  &  que  dit  ce  généreux  courage? 
 
 Acho. 'D'un  des  pans  de  fa  robbe  il  couvre  f on  vifage, 
 A  [on  mauvais  deftin  en  aveugle  obéit, 
 Et  dé  daigne  de  voir  le  Ciel  qui  le  trahit, 
 De  peur  qu'il  ne  femblafi  contre  une  telle  offence 
 Implorer  dun  coup  dœil  [on  aide  &  fa  vangeance. 
 Aucun  gémi ffenient  àfon  cœur  échapé 
 Ne  le  montre  en  mourant  digne  d'cftre  frapé, 
 Immobile  à  leurs  coups,  en  luy-mefme  il  rappelle 
 Ce  queut  de  beau  fa  vie%  &  ce  qiion  dira  d'elle^ 
 Et  tient  la  trahifon  que  le  Roy  leur  prefcrit 
 Trop  au  dejfous  de  luy  pour  y  pre  fier  l'efprit. 
 Sa  vertu  dans  leur  crime  augmente  ainfi [on  lufîrey 
 Et  fon  dernier  foitpir  efl  unfoûpir  illuflre, 
 J^ui  de  cette  grande  ame  achevant  les  deflins 
 Efl  aie  tout  Tombée  aux  yeux  des  affaffins. 
 Sa  tefte  fur  les  bords  de  la  barque  panchée 
 <Par  le  traiftre  Septime  indignement  tra'ackée, 
 Tœffe  au  bout  dune  lance  en  la  main  d* Achillas 
 Ainfi  quun  grand  trophée  après  de  grands  combat  s  % 
 Et  pour  combler  enfin  fa  tragique  avant  urey 
 On  donne  a  ce  Héros  la  Mer  pour  fepulture, 
 Et  le  tronc  fous  les  flots  roule  dorefnavant 
 Au  gré  de  la  Fortune  &  de  lOnde  &  du  Vent. 
 La  trifte  Cor  ne  lie,  à  cet  affreux  fpcffacle, 
 Tar  de  longs  cris  aigus  tafche  d'y  mettre  obflacle, 
 
 'Defend 
 
T  O  MT  E  T.  297 
 
 And  not  the  Place,  but  Aftors  look  upon  : 
 The  Crime  of  Egypt  was  by  Rowans  done. 
 But  tell  me  what  this  Worthy  faid  and  did. 
 
 Acho.  With  his  Robe's  border  he  his  Vifage  hid, 
 Blindly  his  cruel  Deftiny  obey'd^ 
 And  wou'd  not  fee  that  Heav'n  which  him  betray'd/ 
 Left  any  Look  of  his,  in  fuch  a  Stroke, 
 Shou'd  its  Afliftance,  or  Revenge,  invoke. 
 Not  the  leaft  poor  Complaint  fell  from  his  Tongue, 
 Or  ought  that  fpoke  him  worthy  of  his  Wrong: 
 But  that  defpifing,  made  his  laft  Retreat 
 To  all  that  in  this  Life  was  Good  or  Great: 
 And  held  the  Treafon,  which  the  King  had  wrought, 
 Too  much  below  him  to  employ  his  Thought. 
 His  Virtues  by  their  Crime  more  brightly  fhone, 
 And  his  laft  Gafp  was  an  illuftrious  one. 
 This  great  Soul  fled,  his  Body  did  expofe 
 To  th'  greedy  Eyes  of  his  inhumane  Foes: 
 His  Head,  which  tumbled  on  the  blufliing  Deck, 
 (By  vile  Septimius  fever'd  from  his  Neck) 
 Upon  Achillas  Lance  we  fixed  fee, 
 As  after  Battels  Trophies  ufe  to  be: 
 And  to  conclude  a  Deftiny  fo  fad, 
 The  Sea  was  all  the  Sepulchre  he  had. 
 To  Fortune  now  his  flaughter'd  Corps  refign'd, 
 Floats  at  the  pleafure  of  the  Wave  and  Wind. 
 The  Poor  Cornelia  at  the  dreadful  view, — ■ — 
 
 Cle.  O  Gods!  What  could  fhe  either  fay  or  do! 
 
 Acho. 
 
298  POMPEE. 
 
 defend  ce  cher  efpoux  de  la  voix  &  des  yeux, 
 *îPuis  riefperant  plus  rien>  levé  les  mains  aux  deux, 
 Et  cédant  tout  à  coup  à  la  douleur  plus  forte 
 Tombe  dans  fa  galère  évanoùye,  ou  morte. 
 Lesfiens  en  ce  defajlre  à  force  de  ramer 
 L 'éloignent  de  la  rive,  &  regagnent  la  Mer, 
 Mais  fa  fuite  eft  mal  feure,  &  l  infâme  Sep  time 
 Quife  voit  dérober  la  moitié  de  fon  crime, 
 Afin  de  l'achever,  prend  fix  vaijfeaux  au  port, 
 Et  four fuit  fur  les  eaux  Tompée  après  fa  mort. 
 
 Cependant  Achillas  porte  au  Roy  fa  conquefle, 
 Tout  le  peuple  tremblant  en  détourne  la  tefte, 
 Un  effroy  general  offre  à  l'un  fous  fes  pas 
 <Des  aby fines  ouverts  pour  v anger  ce  trépas, 
 L  autre  entend  le  tonnerre,  &  chacun  Je  figure 
 Un  de  for  are  foudain  de  toute  la  Nature, 
 Tant  l'excez  du  forfait  troublant  leurs  jugemens 
 *Pre fente  a  leur  terreur  l'excez,  des  chàtimens. 
 
 Philippe  d'autre  part  montrant  fur  le  rivage 
 *Dans  une  ame  fervile  un  généreux  courage, 
 Examine  dun  œil  &  dun  foin  curieux 
 Où  les  vagues  rendront  ce  dépoft  précieux,    [rendre, 
 Tour  luy  rendre,  s'il  peut,  ce  qu'aux  morts  on  doit 
 <Dans  quelque  urne  chetive  en  ramaffer  la  cendre, 
 Et  d'un  peu  de  pouffiere  élever  un  tombeau 
 A  ce  luy  qui  du  Monde  eut  le  fort  le  plus  beau. 
 Mais  comme  vers  l Afrique  on  pour  fuit  Cornelie, 
 On  voit  d ailleurs  Cefar  venir  de  Iheffalie, 
 
 Une 
 
?  O  AIT  ET.  299 
 
 Acho.  By  woful  fhrieks  fhe  try'd  his  Life  to  fliield, 
 Then  hopelefs  up  to  Heav'n  her  hands  (he  held  -, 
 And,  by  her  mighty  Sorrow  overthrown, 
 Fell  either  dead,  or  in  a  deadly  fwoon. 
 In  this  diftrefs  her  Ships  employ  their  Oars 
 To  gain  the  Sea,  and  quit  thofe  horrid  Shoars. 
 But  infamous  Septimius$having  thought 
 Cornelia's  flight  rob'd  him  of  half  his  fault, 
 Has  with  fix  Ships  haften'd  to  her  Purfuit, 
 And  the  dead  Tompey  ftill  does  perfecute. 
 But  whilft  to  th'  King  Achillas  brings  the  Prize, 
 The  trembling  People  turn'd  away  their  eyes. 
 One  does  with  horrour  on  the  Guilt  refled, 
 And  a  revenging  Earthquake  does  exped:  ; 
 This  hears  it  thunder,  and  that  does  believe 
 Nature  a  Revolution  muft  receive. 
 Their  Reafon,  troubled  by  the  Crime's  extent, 
 Cannot  but  dread  as  vaft  a  Punifliment. 
 ^Philip  mean  while  lhews,  on  the  River  fide, 
 That  his  mean  Fortune  a  brave  Soul  did  hide  : 
 He  curioufly  examines  ev  ry  Wave, 
 For  that  rich  Pledge,  which  Treafon  to  them  gave^ 
 That  thofe  lov  d  Bones  he  pioufly  might  burn, 
 And  give  him  one,  though  an  inglorious  Urn. 
 And  with  a  little  Duft  a  Tomb  ered: 
 To  him  who  did  the  Univerfe  fubjeft. 
 But  whilft  Cornelia  they  one  way  purfue, 
 Another  we  might  Cœfars  coming  view, 
 
 A 
 
3oo  POMPE  E. 
 
 Une  Flote  paroift  qu'on  a  peine  à  conter.*,. 
 
 Cle.  Cejl  luy-mefme,  Achorée,  il  n' en  faut  point 
 douter. 
 
 Tremblez,,  tremblez,  mec  h  ans,  voicy  venir  la  foudre », 
 Cleopatre  a  dequoy  vous  mettre  tous  en  poudre, 
 Cefar  vient,  elle  efl  Reine^  &  pompée  eft  vangé, 
 La  tyrannie  eft  bas,  &  le  Sort  eft  changé. 
 Admirons  cependant  le  drftin  des  grands  hommes, 
 Plaignons -le  s  *  &  par  eux  jugeons  ce  que  nous  fommes. 
 
 Ce  ^Prince  dun  Sénat  maiftre  de  l'Univers, 
 Du  qui  theur  fembloit  ejlre  au  deffus  du  revers, 
 Luy  que  fa  Rome  a  veu  plus  craint  que  le  tonnerre, 
 Triompher  en  trois  fois  des  trois  parts  de  la  Terre, 
 Et  qui  voyoit  en  cor  en  ces  derniers  hazards 
 L'un  &  l'autre  Conful  fuivre  fes  étendarts, 
 Si-to/l  que  d'un  malheur  fa  fortune  eft  fuivie> 
 Les  Monftrcs  de  l'Egypte  ordonnent  de  fa  vies 
 On  voit  un  Achillas,  un  Septime,  un  Thotin, 
 Arbitres  fouverains  dun  ft  noble  deft  in  -, 
 Un  Roy  qui  de  fes  mains  a  reçeu  la  Couronne 
 A  ces  peftes  de  Cour  lâchement  l'abandonne  : 
 Ainfî  finit  Tompée,  &  peut-eftre  qu'un  jour 
 Cefar  éprouvera  mefme  fort  àfon  tour. 
 Rendez  l'augure  faux,  Dieux,  qui  voyez  mes  larmes, 
 Et  fécondez  par  tout,  &  mes  vœux,  &  fes  armes. 
 
 Char.  Madame,  le  Roy  vient  qui  pourra  vous  ciiir. 
 
 SCENE 
 
<P  O  M  T  E  T.  3ci 
 
 A  Navy  which  can  hardly  rcckond  be. 
 
 Cle.  Ne'er  doubt  it,  Achoreus^  it  is  he; 
 Tremble  bad  Men,  at  your  approaching  Doom, 
 My  Breath  is  now  your  Deftiny  become. 
 Cafafs  come,  I'm  a  Queen,  Tompey's  reveng'd, 
 Tyranny  ruin'd,  and  the  Times  are  chang'd. 
 
 "Cut  Jet's  with  wonder  on  the  Great  reflect  $ 
 
 ''Pity  their  Fortune,  and  our  own  fufped: 
 He  who  we  thought  ev'n  Fate  her  felf  had  fway'd, 
 Who  rul'd  a  Senate  which  the  World  obey'd: 
 Whom  his  own  Rome  faw  (almoft  Deifi'd) 
 Over  the  Worlds  three  Parts  in  Triumph  ride: 
 And  who,  in  the  Jaft  hazards  of  his  Fate, 
 Saw  both  the  Confuls  on  his  Standards  wait: 
 As  foon  as  Fortune  one  unkindnefs  (hows, 
 Egyptian  Monfters  of  his  Life  difpofe: 
 And  a  *P  hot  inns,  or  Sept/mius,  can 
 Govern  the  Deftiny  of  fuch  a  Man. 
 A  King,  who  owes  him  ev'n  the  Crown  he  wears, 
 Expofing  him  to  thofe  blafe  Flatterers. 
 So  fell  the  mighty  Tompey^  and  fo  may 
 Cafar  himfelf  perhaps  another  day. 
 O  may  the  Gods  the  Augury  difprove! 
 And  make  his  Fortune  confiant  as  my  Love. 
 
 Char.  The  King  comes,  Madara,who  may  overhear. 
 
 SCENE 
 
3C2  POMPEE. 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 
 Ptolomée,  CJeopatre. 
 
 Pto.  Sçavez-vous  le  bon-heur  dont  nous  allons  jouir, 
 Ma  fœur  ? 
 
 Cle.  Oit?  9  je  le  fay  le  grand  Ce  far  arrive. 
 Sous  les  loix  de  T  hot  in  je  ne  fuis  plus  captive. 
 
 Pto.  Vous  haiffez  toujours  ce  f délie  Sujet. 
 
 Cle.  Non,  mais  en  liberté  je  ris  de  fon  projet. 
 
 Pto.  Quel  projet  faifoit-il  dont  vous  pûfftez  vous 
 plaindre  ? 
 
 Cle.  Jy en  ay  fouffert  beaucoup,  &  j'avois  plus  à 
 Un  f  grand  Politique  eft  capable  de  tout,  {craindre? 
 Et  vous  donnez  les  mains  à  tout  ce  qu'il  refout. 
 
 Pto.  Si  je  fuy  fes  confeils,  jen  connoy  la  prudence. 
 
 Cle.  Si  j'en  crains  les  effets ,  j'en  voy  la  violence. 
 
 Pto.  Tour  le  bien  de  I' Eft  at  tout  eft  jufte  en  un  Roy. 
 
 Cle.  Ce  genre  dejuftice  eft  à  craindre  pour  moy  j 
 Après  ma  part  du  Sceptre  a  ce  tiltre  ufurpée^ 
 lien  coufte  la  vie  &  la  tefte  à  Tompée. 
 
 Pto.  Jamais  un  coup  d9  Eft  at  ne  fut  mieux  entrepris* 
 Le  voulant  fecourir,  Ce  far  nous  euftfurpris% 
 Vous  voyez  fa  vifteffe,  &  l'Egypte  troublée 
 Avant  qu'eftre  en  défenfe  en  fer  oit  accablée. 
 Mais  je  puis  maintenant  à  cet  heureux  vainqueur 
 Offrir  enfeureté  mon  trône,  &  voftre  cœur.   Vftres, 
 
 Cle.  Jeferay  mes  pre  fens,  n'ayez  foin  que  des  vo- 
 Et  dans  vos  interejis  n'en  confondez  point  d'antres. 
 
 Pto. 
 
¥  O  M?  ET.  303 
 
 SCENE     III. 
 
 Ttohmy>    Cleopatra. 
 
 *Pto.  Know  you  what  Happinefs  is  da  wing  near? 
 
 Cle.  Yes  I  have  heard  it,  the  great  Cœfar's  come  : 
 And  T hot  in  (hall  no  more  pronounce  my  Doom: 
 
 Tto.  That  faithful  Subjed:  you  could  ne'er  endure. 
 
 Cle.  No,  but  am  from  his  Proje&s  now  fecure. 
 
 Pto.  Which  of  his  Plots  could  you  fo  much  offend? 
 
 Cle.  I've  much  endur'd,  and  more  may  apprehend  : 
 For  fuch  a  Politician  is  not  nice, 
 And  you  are  always  fteer'd  his  Advice. 
 
 Tto.  HI  believe  him,  I  his  Prudence  fee. 
 
 Cle .  And  I  who  fear  him,  know  his  Cruelty. 
 
 *Pto.  For  a  Crown's  fafety  all  things  juft  appear. 
 
 Cle.  That  kind  of  equity  creates  my  Fear, 
 My  (hare  of  Power  hath  been  by  it  loft, 
 And  now  it  has  the  Head  of  Tompey  coft. 
 
 Tto.  Never  a  game  of  State  was  more  advis'd, 
 For  elfe  by  Cxfar  we  had  been  furpris'd  : 
 You  fee  his  fpeed,  and  we  had  been  fubdu'd, 
 Before  we  could  in  our  defence  have  flood. 
 But  now  I  to  a  Conqueror  fo  great 
 Your  Heart  may  offer,  and  my  Royal  Seat. 
 
 Cle.  Make  your  own  Prefents,   I'll  difpofeof  mine, 
 
 Nor  others  Interefts  with  yours  combine. 
 
 <Pto. 
 
3o4  POMPEE. 
 
 Pto.  Les  vôtres  font  les  miens,  eftant  de  mefmefang. 
 
 Cle.  Vous  pouvez  dire  encor  eftant  de  mefme  rang$ 
 Eftant  Rois  Fun  &  F  autre  &  toutefois  je  penfe 
 Que  nos  deux  inter  efts  ont  quelque  difference.  Vtent 
 
 Pto.  Oiiy,  mafœur,  car  F  Eft  at  dont  mon  cœur  eft  con- 
 Sur  quelques  bords  du  Nil  à  grand  peine  s*  et  end: 
 Mais  Ce  far  à  vos  loix  foûmettant  fon  courage, 
 Vous  va  faire  régner  fur  le  Gange,  à*  le  Tage. 
 
 Cle.  J'ay  de  F  ambition,  mais  je  lafçty  régler, 
 Elle  peut  m  éblouir,  &  non-pas  m 'aveugler  ; 
 Ne  parlons  point  icy  du  7 'age,  ny  du  Gange, 
 Je  connois  ma  portée,  &  ne  prens  point  le  change. 
 
 Pto.  Loccafîon  vous  rit,  à*  'vous  en  u ferez. 
 
 Cle.  Si  je  nyen  ufe  bien,  vous  men  accu  ferez. 
 
 Pto.  J'en  efpere  beaucoup  veu  F  amour  qui  F  engage- 
 
 Cle.  Vous  la  craignez  peut-eftre  encore  d'avantage  $ 
 Mais  quelque  occafîon  qui  me  rie  aujourdhuy, 
 N'ayez  aucune  peur,  je  ne  veux  rien  dautruy, 
 Je  ne  garde  pour  vous  ny  haine,  ny  colère, 
 Et  je  fuis  bonne  fœur,  ft  vous  ri  eft  es  bon  frère. 
 
 Pto.  Vous  montrez  cependant  un  peu  bien  du  mépris. 
 
 Cle.  Le  temps  de  chaque  ckofe  or  donne  &  fait  le  prix. 
 
 Pto.  Voftre  façon  dagir  le  fait  aftfez  cormoïflre. 
 
 Cle.  LegrandCefar  arrive,  &  vous  avez  un  maiftre. 
 
 Pro.  Il  F  eft  de  tout  le  Monde,  &je  Fay  fait  le  mien. 
 
 Clt.Allez  luy  rendre  hommage^ jattendray  le  fie  fi, 
 Allez,  ce  ri  eft  pas  trop  pour  luy  que  de  vous-mefme, 
 Je  garder  ay  pour  vous  F  honneur  du  'Diadème. 
 
 Thotin 
 
T  O  MT  ET.  3cy 
 
 Tto.  Our  Blood's  the  fame,    uniting  me  and  you# 
 
 Cle.  You  might  have  faid,  our  Rank  unites  us  too. 
 We  both  are  Sov'reigns^  yet  'twill  be  confeft, 
 There  is  fome  dirPrence  in  our  Intereft. 
 
 Tto.  Yes,  Sifter,  for  my  Heart  is  well  content 
 Only  with  Egypfs  narrow  Continent. 
 But  now  your  Beauty  O/ir's  Heart  does  wound, 
 Tagus  and  Ganges  muft  your  Empire  bound. 
 
 Cle.  I  have  Ambition,  but  it  is  confin'd, 
 It  may  furprize  my  Soul,  but  never  blind. 
 T'upbraid  me  with  thofe  bounds  there  is  no  need, 
 1  know  my  reach,  and  (hall  not  that  exceed. 
 
 Tto.  Your  Fortune  fmiles,  and  youth'advantagcufc 
 
 Cle.  You  may  revile  me,  if  1  that  abufe. 
 
 Tto.  I  hope  the  bed,  Love  no  ill  Fruit  can  bear. 
 
 Cle.  You  feem  to  hope,  what  really  you  fear. 
 But  though  the  Gods  my  juft  Pretentions  crown, 
 You  need  not  doubt,  I'll  ask  but  what's  my  own. 
 You  ne'er  (hall  Anger  from  your  Sifter  find, 
 Though  you're  a  cruel  Brother,  I'll  be  kind. 
 
 Tto.  But  yet  methinks  you  do  difcover  Pride. 
 
 CZf.Timè  is  the  Standard  whereby  things  are  try  M. 
 
 Tto   Your  prefer*  Garriag£ that  ctoth  plainly  (he v. 
 
 Cle.  de  fur  is  come,  and  you've  a  Mafter  now. 
 
 Tto.  I  made  him  mine  who  the  World's  Mafter  is. 
 
 Cle.  Pay  him  your  homage,  while  1  look  for  his* 
 In  this  Addrefs  you  may  your  felf  be  feen, 
 But  1M  remember  that  1  am  a  Queen. 
 
 X  Tko- 
 
$û6  POMPEE. 
 
 Thotin  vous  vient  aider  à  le  bien  recevoir^ 
 Confultez  avec  luy  quel  eft;  voftre  devoir. 
 
 SCENE     IV. 
 
 Ptolomés,  Photin. 
 
 Pto.  J'ay  fuivytes  confeils,  mais  plus  je  Fay  jlatée, 
 Et  plus  dans  linfolence  elle  s* eft  emportée^ 
 Si  bien  qu  enfin  outré  de  tant  d'indtgnitez, 
 Je  mallois  emporter  dans  les  extremitez ; 
 Mon  bras  dont  fes  mépris  for çoient  la  retenue 
 N'euft  plus  confderé  Ce  far  >  ny  fa  venues 
 Et  ïeuft  mife  en  eft  at  malgré  tout  f on  appuy 
 *De  fe  plaindre  à  ^Pompée  auparavant  qu'à  luy. 
 L'arrogante^  à  l'oiïir,  elle  eft  déjà  ma  Reine  % 
 Et  fi  Ce  far  en  croit  fon  orgueil,  &  fa  haine, 
 Si  y  comme  elle  s*  en  vante %  elle  eft  fon  cher  objet, 
 ^De  fon  frère  &  fon  Roy  >  je  deviens  fon  Sujet. 
 Non  no n,  prévenons  4à^  c' eft  foible jfe  d'attendre 
 Le  mal  qu'on  voit  venir  fans  pouvoir  s'en  défendre^ 
 Oftons-luy  les  moyens  de  nous  plus  dédaigner, 
 Oftons4uy  les  moyens  de  plaire^  &  de  régner 9 
 Et  ne  permettons  pas  qu'après  tant  de  bravades 
 Mon  fceptre  foit  le  prix  d'une  de  fes  œillades. 
 
 Pho.  Sire,  ne  donnez,  point  de  prétexte  à  Cefar 
 Tour  attacher  l'Egypte  aux  pompes  de  fon  char. 
 
 Ce 
 
<P  O  M  T    ET.  $c7 
 
 Tbotin  will  help  you  to  receive  him  now, 
 Advife  with  him,  he'll  tell  you  what's  to  do. 
 
 SCENE    IV. 
 
 Ttolomy,  Thotin. 
 
 Tto.  I  have  obferv'd  thy  Counfel,  but  find  fincc 
 To  flatter  her,  but  f wells  her  Infolence. 
 For  with  her  Pride  (he  did  affront  me  fo, 
 That  I  at  laft  fell  into  Paflion  too. 
 This  Arm,  enrag'd  by  her,  could  fcarce  forbear 
 (Without  a  Thought  that  Cœjar  was  fo  near) 
 Difpatching  her  (as  fafe  as  fhe  does  feem) 
 To  have  complain'd  to  Tompey,  not  to  him. 
 She  talks  already  at  that  haughty  rate, 
 That  if  great  Cœfar  pleafe  her  Pride  and  Hate, 
 And  fhe  o'er  him  her  boafted  Empire  have, 
 Her  Brother  and  her  King  muft  be  her  Slave. 
 No,  no,  we  needs  muft  fruftrate  that  Intent, 
 Nor  poorly  wait  the  Ills  we  may  prevent. 
 Let's  fpoil  her  of  her  Pow'r  to  difdain, 
 And  break  thofe  Charms  whereby  (lie  hopes  to  reign; 
 Nor,  after  fuch  Indignities,  let's  brook, 
 That  (he  (hould  buy  my  Scepter  with  a  Look* 
 
 *Pho.  Do  not  for  Cœfar,  Sir,   Pretence  provide 
 That  Egypt  fhould  be  to  his  Triumphs  ty'd; 
 
 X  2  For 
 
qo8  POMPE  E. 
 
 Ce  cœur  ambitieux  qui  par  toute  la  Terre 
 
 Ne  cherche  qu'à  porter  l'efelàvage  &  la  guerre^ 
 
 "Enflé  de  fa  victoire  &  des  rejfentimens 
 
 ®ii  une  perte  pareille  imprime  aux  vrais  amans ^ 
 
 Qtioy  que  vous  ne  rendiez  que  jujlice  à  vous  mefme^ 
 
 *Pr  endroit  Poccaflon  de  v anger  ce  qu'il  aime, 
 
 Et  pour  s'ajffujcttir,  &  vos  Efl  at  s  >  &  vous, 
 
 Imputeroit  à  crime  iinfl  jujle  couroux. 
 
 Pto.  Si  Cleopatre  vit,  s  il  la  voit,  elle  ejl  Reine. 
 
 Pho.  Si  Cleopatre  meurt,  vrflre  perte  efl  certaine. 
 
 Pro.  Je  per  dray  qui  me  perdne  pouvant  me  fauver. 
 
 Pho.  Tour  laper  dre  avec  joy  e  il  faut  vous  confer  ver. 
 
 Vio.Qiioy? pour  voir  fur  fa  t  efl  e  éclater  ma  couronne* 
 Sceptre,  s'il  faut  enfin  que  ma  main  f  abandonne y 
 Taffe,  paffe  plûtofl  en  celle  du  vainqueur. 
 
 Pho.  Fous  l'arracherez,  mieux  de  celle  dune  fœur, 
 Quelques  feux  que  d  abord il  luy  fajfe  paroiflre, 
 Il  partira  bientofl,  &  vous  ferez  le  maiflre. 
 V Amour  a  fes  pareils  ne  donne  point  d'ardeur 
 Gui  ne  cede  aifément  aux  foins  de  leur  grandeur  : 
 Il  voit  encor  l'Afrique  &  Œf pagne  occupées 
 Tar  Juba>  Scipior^  &  les  jeunes  Tompées, 
 Et  le  Monde  à  [es  loix  n' efl  point  affnjelty, 
 Tant  qu'il  verra  durer  ces  r  efl  es  du  party. 
 Au  fortir  de  Tharfale  un  fi  grand  Capitaine 
 Sç  nirott  mal  fan  me  ft  ter,  s'il  laijfoit  prendre  haleine, 
 Et  s'il  do?moit  loiflr  à  des  cœurs  fi  hardis 
 
 jje  releva  du  coup  dont  Us  font  efl  ourdi  s  t 
 
 s>J 
 
T  O  M  T  E  T.  309 
 
 For  this  Ambitious  M  in,  which  through  the  world 
 Hath  War  and  Slavery  together  htirfdj 
 Swcirj  with  his  Conqueft,  and  i  Rage  fo  fmarti 
 As  fuch  a  lofs  writes  in  a  Lovers  Heart; 
 Though  you  but  aft  what  Equity  approves, 
 Will  thence  ground  his  Revenge  for  what  he  loves: 
 As  for  a  crime,  he'll  you  to  Bondage  bring. 
 Though  you  did  only  what  became  a  King. 
 *Pto.  {{Cleopatra  fees  him  (he's  a  Qneen. 
 *Pho.  But  if  (he  dye  your  Ruin  is  forefeen. 
 *Pto.  Who  ruins  me  fhould  on  my  Fall  attend. 
 Tho.  To  ruin  her  you  mull  your  felf  befriend. 
 *Pto.  Whathnuft  my  Crown  upon  herTemplesfhine? 
 No,  if  my  Scepter  I  mud  needs  refign, 
 Hie  Conqueror  (hall  rather  it  command. 
 
 bo*  You'll  fooner  force  it  from  a  Sifter's  hand. 
 How  great  foever  now  his  Flames  appear, 
 He  mud  be  gone,  and  levee  You  Mtfter  here. 
 Love  in  fuch  Men  feldom  that  room  can  find. 
 Which  to  their  Int'reft  will  not  be  refign'd. 
 With  Juba%  Scipio.  and  with  Tompcy's  Sons, 
 
 .  to  Revenge,  he  knows,  with  Affrick  runs: 
 !  while  that  Party  are  not  yet  o'erthrown, 
 He  cannot  fafely  call  the  Wo  11  his  own. 
 OprV  too  great  a  Caprainf,  to  o'erfee 
 The  Purfuit  ot&harfalia**  Viclory: 
 And  leave  fuch  fierce  Hearts  on  Revenge  intent, 
 To  rift  from  iheirfo  late  Aftonilhment. 
 
 3  If 
 
5îô  fOMPÈ  Ë. 
 
 SU  les  vaincs  s'il  parvient  ou  fon  défit  ajpife> 
 
 Il  faut  qu'il  aille  à  Rome  efiablir  fon  empire  ^ 
 
 Joiiir  de  fa  fortune y  &  de  fon  attentat, 
 
 Et  changer  à  fon  gré  la  forme  de  F  Eft  at  : 
 
 Jugez  durant  ce  temps  ce  que  vous  pourrez,  faire  y 
 
 Sire,  voyez  Cefar,  forcez-vous  à  luy  plaire. 
 
 Et  luy  déférant  tout,  veuillez  vous  fouvenir 
 
 $Ue  les  evenemens  régleront  l  advenir. 
 
 Remettez  en  fes  mains,  Trône,  Sceptre,  Couronnt, 
 
 Et  fans  en  murmurer  fouffrez  qu'il  en  ordonne. 
 
 lien  croira  fans  doute  ordonner juftement  ^ 
 
 Enftiivant  du  feu  Roy  l'ordre  &  le  teflament^ 
 
 L'importance  d'ailleurs  de  ce  dernier  fervice 
 
 Ne  permet  pas  d'en  craindre  une  entière  injufîice  i 
 
 Quoy  qu'il  en  fajfe  enfin,  feignez  d'y  confient  ir, 
 
 Loiiez  fon  jugement  &  laijfez4e  partir,     [créances* 
 
 Après,  quand  nous  verrons  le  temps  propre  aux  van* 
 
 Nous  aurons,  &  la  force,  &  les  intelligences: 
 
 Jufques  là  reprimez  ces  tranfports  violens, 
 
 Qrt  excitent  dune  fœur  les  mépris  infolens  ; 
 
 Les  bravades  enfin  font  des  difc  our  s  frivoles, 
 
 Et  qui  fonge  aux  effets  neglige  les  paroles. 
 
 Pto.  Ah  !  tu  me  rends  la  vie  &  lefceptre  à  la  fois, 
 Un  fage  Confeiller  ejl  le  bonheur  des  Rois. 
 Cher  appuy  de  mon  trône,  allons,  fans  plus  attendre 
 Offrir  tout  a  Cefar  afin  de  tout  reprendre, 
 Avec  toute  ma  Flote  allons  le  recevoir, 
 Et  par  ces  vains  honneurs  feduire  fon  pouvoir. 
 
 ACTE 
 
T  O  M  T  E  T.  311 
 
 If  he  his  Ends  obtain,  and  them  o'ercome, 
 
 He  his  gain'J  Empire  muft  fecure  at  Rome: 
 
 And  there  the  fruit  of  his  Succefs  enjoy, 
 
 Whilft  he  at  pleafure  does  her  Laws  deftroy. 
 
 Judge,  in  that  time,  what  great  things  you  may  do^ 
 
 See  Cœfar  then,  and  ftrive  to  pleafe  him  too. 
 
 Refign  him  all,  but  yet  this  Rule  intend, 
 
 That  future  things  on  Accidents  depend. 
 
 Your  Throne  and  Scepter  give  into  his  hand, 
 
 And  without  Murmur  yield  to  his  Command: 
 
 He  will  believe  that  Juftice  he  (hall  do, 
 
 If  he  your  Father's  Teftament  purfue  i 
 
 Befides,  this  fignal  Service  you  have  done, 
 
 Will  give  you  ftill  fome  Title  to  your  Throne. 
 
 Entire  fubmifiion  to  his  Orders  (hew, 
 
 Applaud  his  Judgment,  but  then  let  him  go. 
 
 That  time  for  our  Revenge  will  be  mod  ht, 
 
 When  ure  can  Ad:,  as  well  as  think  of  it. 
 
 With  temper  let  thefe  Prions  then  be  born, 
 
 Which  were  excited  by  your  Sifter's  Scorn. 
 
 Boaftsare  but  Air,  and  he  revenges  bed, 
 
 Who  ads  his  braver  Thoughts,  yet  talks  the  lead. 
 
 cPto.  O  thy  Advice  my  greateft  Comfort  brings* 
 A  Prudent  Counfellor's  the  blifs  of  Kings. 
 Come  dear  Supporter  of  my  Throne,  let's  go, 
 And,  to  fave  all,  on  Cet  far  all  beftow. 
 His  Pride  let's  flatter  with  an  empty  State, 
 And  w7ith  our  whole  Fleet  on  him  hither  wait. 
 
 X  4  After 
 
3i2  5P  O  MT  E  T. 
 
 After  the  fécond  Ad:,  this  Song  is  to  be  fung  by 
 two  Egyptian  Priefts  on  the  Stage. 
 
 i. 
 
 SEE  how  Victorious  CaefarV  Tride 
 'Does  Neptune5 J"  Bofom  fweep  ! 
 And  with  Theffalian  Fortune  ride 
 In  Triumph  der  the  Deep. 
 
 2. 
 
 What  Rival  of  the  Gods  is  this 
 Who  dare's  do  more  than  they  ? 
 
 Whofe  Feet  the  Fates  themfelves  do  kifs3 
 And  Sea  and  Land  obey. 
 
 i. 
 
 What  can  the  Fortunate  with/land? 
 
 For  this  refi/llefs  He 
 Rivers  of  Blood  brings  on  the  Landy 
 
 And  Bulwarks  on  the  Sea. 
 
 Since  Gods  as  well  as  Menfubmit: 
 And  Ca^farVr  favour  wooy 
 
 Virtue  her  f elf  may  think  it  fit 
 That  Egypt  court  him  too. 
 
 But 
 
P  0  MT  E  T.  315 
 
 But  Pompey's  Head* s  a  rate  too  de*T\ 
 
 For  by  that  impious  price 
 The  God  lefs  Noble  will  appear, 
 
 Than  do  s  the  Sacrifice. 
 
 lfjuflice  be  a  thing  divine  > 
 The  Gods  fhould  it  maint ain-, 
 
 For  us  f  attempt  what  they  decline^ 
 Would  be  as  rajh  as  vain. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 How  defp'rate  is  our  Trine  es  Fate? 
 
 What  hazard  do's  he  run? 
 He  muft  be  wicked  to  be  great \ 
 
 Or y  to  bejuft,  undone. 
 
 ACT 
 
314  POMPEE. 
 
 ACT  III.  SCENE  I. 
 
 Charmion,   Achorée. 
 
 Charmion, 
 
 OUT*  tandis  que  le  Roy  va  luy-mefme  enfer- 
 fonne^ 
 Jufqu'aux  pieds  de  Ce  fax  profierner  fa  couronne^ 
 Cleopatre  s'enferme  en  fon  apart ement* 
 Et  fans  s'en  émouvoir  attend  fon  compliment. 
 Comment  nommer  ez-vous  une  humeur  fi  hautaine*! 
 
 Acho .  Un  orgueil  noble  &jufie>  &  digne  dune  Reine* 
 Quifoiaient  avec  cœur  &  magnanimité 
 L'honneur  de  fa  naijfance*  &  de  fa  dignité. 
 Luy  pourray-je  parler  ? 
 
 Char.  Non,  mais  elle  m* envoyé 
 Sçivoir  à  cet  abord  ce  qu'on  a  veu  de  joye% 
 Ce  qu'à  ce  beau  pre fent  Ce  far  a  témoigné * 
 S'il  a  paru  content,  ou  s'il  l'a  dédaigné* 
 S'il  traite  avec  douceur,  s'il  traite  avec  empire* 
 Ce  qu'à  nos  affafiins  enfin  il  a  pu  dire. 
 
 Acho.  La  tefle  de  Tompée  a  produit  des  effetr 
 <Dont  ils  n'ont  pas  fuj et  d'efire  fort  fatisfaits* 
 Je  ne  fçay  fi  Cefar  prendroit  plaifir  à  feindre* 
 Mais  pour  eux  jufqtCicy  je  trouve  lieu  de  craindre^ 
 S'ils  aimoient  Ttolomée*  ils  l'ont  for  mal  fer uy. 
 
 Vous  l'avez  veu  partir*  &  moy  je  l'ay  fuivy. 
 
 Ses 
 
TOMTET.  5î5 
 
 ACTE  III.  SCENE  I. 
 
 Char  m  ion,  Ach  ureas. 
 Ch  a  r  m  ion. 
 
 YES,  whilft  the  King  himfelf  is  gone  to  meet 
 Cœfar,  and  lay  his  Scepter  at  his  Feet, 
 To  her  Apartment  Cleopatra  went, 
 And  there  unmov'd  expefts  his  Compliment. 
 What  words  have  you  to  cloath  this  Humour  in? 
 
 Ac  ho.  Tis  Noble  Pride,  and  worthy  of  a  Queen  $ 
 Who  with  Heroick  Courage  does  make  good 
 The  Honour  of  her  Rank,  and  of  her  Blood. 
 May  I  fpeak  to  Her? 
 
 Char.  No,  but  (he  hath  fent 
 Me  to  enquire  this  Meeting's  great  Event. 
 How  de  far  on  this  Gift  himfelf  explain'd, 
 Whether  it  were  acknowledge  or  difdain'd  3 
 If  he  the  fierce  takes,  or  the  gentler  way, 
 And  what  he  to  our  Murtherers  could  fay. 
 
 Acho.  The  Head  of  Tompey  hath  already  coft 
 More, than  they  will  have  any  caufe  to  boaft  : 
 For  whether  Cœfar  be  or  feem  feverc, 
 Yet  I  for  them  have  ground  enough  to  fear. 
 If  they  lov'd  Ttolomyy  they  ferv'd  him  ill  5 
 You  faw  him  part,  and  I  purfu'd  him  ftill. 
 
 When 
 
3i6  POMPEE. 
 
 Ses  vaiffeaux  en  bon  ordre  ont  éloigné  la  ville. 
 Et  pour  joindre  Ce  far  ri  ont  avance  qu'un  mille, 
 Il  venoit  à  plein  voile >  &fîdans  les  hazards 
 Il  éprouva  toujours  pleine  faveur  de  Mars> 
 Sa  Flote  qriâ  l*  envy  favor  if  oit  Neptune 
 Avoit  le  vent  en  poupe  ainfi  que  fa  fortune. 
 1)és  le  premier  abord  noftre  Grince  étonné 
 Ne  s' eft  plus  fouvenu  de  J on  front  couronné, 
 Sa  frayeur  a  paru  fous  fa  fauffe  allegreffe^ 
 Toutes  fes  actions  ont  fenty  la  ba(feffey 
 J'en  ay  rougy  moy-mefme,  &  me  fuis  pleint  a  moy 
 *De  voir  là  Ttolomée^  &  riy  voir  point  de  Roy> 
 Et  Ce  far  qui  lifoit  fa  peur  fur  [on  vif  age 
 Le  flat  oit  par  pitié  pour  luy  donner  courage. 
 Luy  d'une  voix  tombante  offrant  ce  don  fatal* 
 Seigneur,  vous  n'avez  plus,  luy  dit -il,  de  Rival, 
 Ce  que  n'ont  pu  les  Dieux  dans  voftre  ThelTalie, 
 Je  vay  mettre  en  vos  mains  Pompée,  <3c  Cojnelie, 
 En  voicy  défia  l'un,  &  pour  l'autre,  elle  fuit, 
 Mais  avec  fix  vaifleaux  un  des  miens  la  pourfuit, 
 
 A  ces  mots  Achillas  découvre  cette  tefte, 
 Il  femble  qu'à  parler  encor  elle  s'aprefle, 
 Qifà  ce  nouvel  affront  un  refle  de  chaleur 
 En  fanglots  mal  formez  exhale  fa  douleur. 
 Sa  bouche  encore  ouverte  &  fa  vctié  égarée 
 Rappellent  fa-grande  ame  à  peine  feparée. 
 Et  fon  couroux' mourant  f dit  un  dernier  effort 
 Tour  reprocher  aux  "Dieux  fa  défaite  &  fa  mort. 
 
 Ce- 
 
<P  O  M<P  E  T.  317 
 
 When  from  the  City  his  well-order'd  Fleet 
 Advanc'd  a  League,  that  they  might  O/irmeet, 
 He  with  fpread  Sails  arriv'd  -,  and  as  in  Wars 
 He  ftill  had  been  the  Favourite  of  Mars , 
 So  Neptune  to  his  Navy  was  fo  kind, 
 His  Fortune  was  not  fairer  than  his  Wind. 
 Our  Prince  was  fo  aftonifh'd  when  they  met, 
 As  if  he  did  his  Crowned  Head  forget. 
 Through  his  falfe  Joy  his  Terror  he  confefs'd, 
 And  all  his  Actions  his  low  Thoughts  exprefs'd. 
 I  my  felf  bluhYd  as  at  a  (hameful  thing, 
 There  to  fee  Ttolomv,  but  not  the  King; 
 Cœfar,  who  faw  his  Courage  thus  expire, 
 In  Pity  flatter'd  him,  to  raife  it  higher. 
 He  with  low  Voice  offering  his  fatal  Gift, 
 '<  Now  Sir,  fays  he,  you  have  no  Rival  left. 
 "  What  in  Thejalia  not  the  gods  could  do, 
 €<  I  give  you  Tompey  and  Cornelia  too. 
 "  Here's  one^  and  though  the  other  flight  did  take, 
 "  Six  Ships  of  mine  will  quickly  bring  her  back. 
 Achillas  then  the  greit  Head  did  expofe, 
 Which  ft  ill  to  fpeak  it  felf  feem'd  to  difpofe. 
 At  this  new  Injury  fome  warm  Remain 
 Did  in  imperfeft  Groins  feem  to  complain. 
 J  thought  his  open  Mouth  and  ghaftly  Look 
 Recalfd  the  Soul,  which  fcarce  her  leave  had  took  5 
 And  his  lait  Anger  feem'd,  with  dying  breath, 
 To  charge  the  gods  with  his  Defeat  and  Death. 
 
 Csfar 
 
£Jfl  POMPEE. 
 
 Ce  far  a  cet  afpett  comme  frapé  du  foudre, 
 
 Et  comme  he  f cachant  que  croire,  ou  que  refondre, 
 
 Immobile,  &  les  yeux  far  l'objet  attachez, 
 
 Nous  tient  ajfez  long- temp  s  fes  fehiinïens  cachez^ 
 
 Et  je  dirayy  fi  j'ofe  en  faire  conjecture, 
 
 Qiie  par  un  mouvement  commun  à  la  Nature, 
 
 Quelque  maligne  joy  e  enfon  cœur  s'élevoit, 
 
 ^D ont  fa  gloire  indignée  à  peine  le  fauvoit. 
 
 L'aife  de  voir  la  Terre  àfon  pouvoir  fcântife 
 
 Chat  oui  lloit  7nalgré  luy  fon  ame  avec  fur pr  if e, 
 
 Et  de  cette  douceur  fon  efprit  combatu 
 
 Avec  un  peu  d'effort  rajfeuroit  fa  vertu. 
 
 SU  aime  fa  grandeur,  il  hait  la  perfidie, 
 
 Il fi  juge  en  autruy,  fe  tafie,  s'étudie, 
 
 Examine  en  fecret  fa  joye>  &  fes  douleurs, 
 
 Les  balance,  choifît,  laiffe  couler  des  pleurs, 
 
 Et  forçant  fa  vertu  d'eflre  encor  la  maijlreffé, 
 
 Se  montre  généreux  par  un  trait  de  foiblejfe. 
 
 En  fuite  il  fait  ofter  ce  prefent  de  fes  yeux, 
 
 Levé  les  mains  enfemble  &  les  regards  aux  deux, 
 
 Lafche  deux  ou  trois  mots  contre  cette  infolence, 
 
 Tuis  tout  trifle  &  penfifils  s'obftine  au  filence, 
 
 Et  mefme  à  fes  Romains  ne  daigne  repartir 
 
 Que  d'un  regard  farouche,  &  d'un  profond foûpir% 
 
 Enfin  ayant  pris  terre  avec  trente  Cohortes, 
 
 Il  fe  faifit  du  port>  il  fe  f ai  fit  des  portes, 
 
 Met  des  Gardes  par  tout,  &  des  ordres  fecret  s  ^ 
 
 Fait  voir  fa  défiance  ainfiquefes  regrets, 
 
 Tarie 
 
<P  O  M  <P  ET.  3i9 
 
 Cœfar  feem'd  Thunder-ftricken  at  this  view, 
 
 As  not  refolv'd  what  to  believe  or  do. 
 
 Immoveably  on  that  fad  Objcft  ty'df 
 
 He  Jong  from  us  his  inward  Thought  did  hide^ 
 
 And  I  would  fay,  if  I  durft  make  a  guefs 
 
 By  what  our  Nature  ufes  to  exprefs, 
 
 Some  fuch  malignant  Pleafure  he  enjoy'd, 
 
 As  his  offended  Honour  fcarce  deftroy'd. 
 
 That  the  whole  World  now  in  his  power  lies, 
 
 Could  not  but  bring  fome  flattering  Surprize. 
 
 But  though  a-while  this  Conflict  he  endur'd, 
 
 Yet  his  great  Soul  it  felf  foon  re-afTur'd. 
 
 Though  he  loves  Power,  yet  he  Treafon  hates* 
 
 Himfelf  he  judges,  on  himfelf  debates. 
 
 Each  Joy  and  Grief  at  Reafons  Bar  appears, 
 
 At  length  refolv'd,  he  firft  let  fall  fome  Tears. 
 
 His  Virtue's  Empire  he  by  force  regains, 
 
 And  nobleft  Thoughts  by  that  weak  fign  explains. 
 
 The  horrid  Prefent  from  his  fight  expell'd, 
 
 His  Eyes  and  Hands  he  up  to  Heavn  held, 
 
 In  a  few  words  their  Infolence  reprefs'd, 
 
 And  after  did  in  penfive  Silence  reft: 
 
 Nor  even  to  his  Romans  could  reply, 
 
 But  with  a  heavy  Sigh  and  furious  Eye. 
 
 At  lafl  with  thirty  Cohorts  come  to  LanJ, 
 
 To  feize  the  Gates  and  Ports  he  does  command. 
 
 The  Guards  he  fet,  and  fecret  Orders  fent, 
 
 Shew  his  Diftruft,  as  well  as  Difcontent. 
 
 Egypt 
 
32o  POMPEE. 
 
 Tarie  d'Egypte  en  maiflre,  &  de  fon  adver faire 
 Non  plus  comme  ennemy,  mais  comme  fon  beaupere. 
 Voila  ce  que  fay  veu. 
 
 Char.  Voilà  ce  quyattendoit% 
 Ce  qii  au  jufle  Of  ris  la  Reine  demandoit. 
 Je  vay  bien  la  ravir  avec  cette  nouvelle, 
 Vous,  continuez  luy  ce  fervice  fidelle. 
 
 Acho.   Qtielle  n'en  doute  point.  Mais  Ce  far  vient, 
 <Peigwz-luy  bien  nos  gens  pales  &  defolez,    [_a^ez, 
 Et  moy,  foit  que  l'ijfue  en  f oit  douce,  oujunefle, 
 J%iray  l'entretenir  quand  fauray  veu  le  rejte. 
 
 SCENE     II. 
 
 Cefar,   Ptolorrée,    Lepicé,   Photin,    Achoré'j 
 Soldats  Romains,  Soldats  Egyptiens. 
 
 Pro.  Seigneur,  montez  au  trône,  &  commandez  icy. 
 
 Cef.  Connoijfiz-vous  Cefar  de  luy  parler  ainfi? 
 Qiie  m  offrir  oit  ce  pis  la  Fortune  ennemie, 
 A  moy  qui  tiens  le  troue  égal  à  l'infamie? 
 Certes  Rome  à  ce  coup  pourroit  bien  fe  vanter 
 Savoir  eu  jufle  lieu  de  me  perfecuter. 
 Elle  qui  dun  mcfme  œil  les  donne,  &  les  dédaigne, 
 Qtti  ne  voit  rien  aux  Rois  quelle  aim%  ou  quelle 
 craigne, 
 
 Et 
 
T  O  MP  E  T.  -i 
 
 Egypt  he  fpe.iks  Of  as  a  Province  won, 
 And  now  calls  'Pompey  not  a  Foe,  but  Son. 
 This  I  obfen  'd. 
 
 Char.  By  which  the  Queen  may  find 
 The  juft  Ofiris  to  her  Vows  inclin'd  : 
 VVhilft  with  this  happy  News  to  her  I  flye, 
 Do  you  preferve  fvr  your  Fidelity. 
 
 Acho.  Ne'er  doubt  it  ^  but  here  Cœfar  comes,  go  then 
 Defcribe  the  Condensation  of  our  Men: 
 And  whatfoever  proves  to  be  their  Fate, 
 I'll  firft  obferve,  and  then  to  her  relate. 
 
 SCENE     II. 
 
 Cœfar,  Ttolomy*  Lepidus^  Thotinns>  Achoreus, 
 Roman  and  Egyptian  Soldiers. 
 
 Tto.  Great  Sir,  afcend  the  Throne,  and  govern  Us. 
 
 Cœf.  Do  you  know  Cœfar,  and  fpeak  to  him  thus? 
 What  worfe  could  envious  Fortune  offer  me? 
 Who  alike  hate  a  Crown  and  Infamy. 
 This  to  accept,  would  all  my  Boaft  confute, 
 That  Rome  did  me  unjuftly  perfecute  : 
 Rome,   who  both  fcorns,  and  gives  Crowns  ev'ry 
 
 where, 
 And  nothing  fees  in  Kings  to  love  or  fear^ 
 
 Y  Nayt 
 
322  POMPEE. 
 
 Et  qui  verfe  e?i  nos  cœurs  avec  l'ame,  &  le  fang , 
 Et  la  haine  du  nom>  &  le  mépris  du  rang, 
 Ceft  ce  que  de  Tompée  il  vous  faloit  apprendre^ 
 S* il  en  euft  aime  ïoffrey  il  euft  jfeu  s  en  défendre^ 
 Et  le  trône  à0  le  Roy  fe  fer  oient  ennoblis 
 A  foàtenir  la  main  qui  les  a  reftablis. 
 Vouz  euffiez  pu  tomber ',  ma!  s  tout  couvert  de  gloire 
 Voftre  cheute  euft  valu  la  plus  haute  Vi6ioire^ 
 Et  ft  voftre  deftin  n'euft  pu  vous  en  fauver9 
 Ce  far  euft  pris  plaifir  à  vous  en  relever. 
 Vous  ny avez  pu  former  une  fi  noble  envie  $ 
 Mais  quel  droit  aviez-vous  fur  cette  illuftre  vie  ? 
 Que  vous  de  voit  fon  fang  pour  y  tremper  vos  mains  ^ 
 Fous  qui  devez  refpeft  au  moindre  des  Romains  ? 
 /ly  je  vaincu  pour  vous  dans  les  Champ  s  deTharfale} 
 Et  par  une  victoire  aux  vaincus  trop  fatale^ 
 Vous  ay  je  acquis  fur  eux  en  ce  dernier  effort 
 La  puijfance  abfo!uey  &  de  vie^  &  de  mort  ? 
 Moy  qui  riay  jamais fit  la  foujfrir  à  Tcmpée^ 
 La  fouffrirayje  en  vous  fur  luy-mefme  ufurpée, 
 Et  que  de  mon  bonheur  vous  ayez  abufé 
 Jufqifà  plus  attenter  que  je  n'aurois  ofé  ? 
 'De  quel  nom  après  tout  penfez-vous  que  je  7tomme 
 Ce  coup  ou  vous  tranchez  dufouveram  de  Rome^ 
 Et  qui  fur  un  feu l  Chef  luy  fait  bien  plus  d' affront  ^ 
 Que  fur  tant  t  fit  le  Roy  de  Tont  ? 
 
 VenfeZ-voui  c        '         e.  ou  que  je  A  j] mule 
 t  me  z  ous  n  auriez'pas  eu  peur  moy  plus  de  fcrupnle^ 
 
 Et 
 
?  O  M  T  E  T.  323 
 
 Nay,  at  our  Birth,  does  all  our  Souls  enfhrrv3, 
 
 To  llight  the  Rank,  and  to  abhor  the  Name. 
 
 This  Truth  you  might  have  learn'd  from  Pompji^ho 
 
 if  he  fuch  Offets  hk'd,  could  fhun  them  too 
 
 Both  Throne  and  King  had  honour'd  been,  t 'afford 
 
 Service  to  him  who  had  them  bjrh  reftor'd  : 
 
 So  glorious  had  been  even  ill  Succcfs, 
 
 In  fuch  a  Caufr,  that  Triumphs  had  been  lefs  : 
 
 And  if  your  Fortune  Safety  had  deny'd, 
 
 To  have  beltow'd  it,  had  b;en  Cy/i»'s  Pride  : 
 
 Bur,  though  you  would  not  own  fo  brave  a  Strife, 
 
 What  Right  had  you  to  that  illuftrious  Life  > 
 
 Who  that  rich  Blood  to  wrafh  your  Hinds  allow'd, 
 
 That  to  the  meaneft  Roman  thould  have  bowM  ? 
 
 Was  it  for  you  TPharfdia's  Field  I  won, 
 
 Wherein  fo  many  Nations  were  undone  ? 
 
 And  did  I  purchafe  at  fo  high  a  rate, 
 
 That  you  ihould  be  the  Ar  bitrers  of  Fate  ? 
 
 If  Ï  in  Tompey  that  could  ne'er  admit, 
 
 Shall  you  efcape,  o'er  him  affuming  it  ? 
 
 How  much  is  my  Succefs  abus'd  by  you, 
 
 Who  attempt  more  than  ever  I  durit  do  ? 
 
 What  Name,  think  you,  will  fuch  a  Blow  become, 
 
 Which  has  ulurp'd  the  Sovereignty  of  Rome  j 
 
 And  in  one  Perfon  did  affront  her  more, 
 
 Than  could  the  Ajïan  VI affaire  before  ? 
 
 Do  you  imagine  I  lhali  e'er  ngree, 
 
 You  would  have  been  more  fcrupulous  for  me  ? 
 
 \   2  No 
 
324  POMPEE. 
 
 Et  que  s9il  meufl  vaincu,  voftre  efprit  comptai fant 
 
 Luy  faijoit  de  ma  tefle  un  femblable  pr  fent  ? 
 
 Graces  à  ma  vi£îoire,  on  me  rend  des  hommages 
 
 Où  ma  fuite  eufl  reçeu  toutes  fortes  d outrages, 
 
 y^u  vainqueur y  non  à  moy>  vous  faites  tout  l'honneur, 
 
 Si  Ce  far  enjoiiity  ce  nefl  que  par  bonheur* 
 
 Amitié  danger  eufe,  &  redoutable  zèle, 
 
 Que  règle  la  Fortune,  &  qui  tourne  avec  elle. 
 
 Mais  parlez,<>  c'efl  trop  ejlre  interdit  &  confus. 
 
 Pto.  Je  le  fui  s  y  il  ejl  vray,  (i jamais  je  le  fus  > 
 Et  vous  mefme  avoûrez  que  fay  fujet  de  Peflre. 
 
 Eftant  né  Souverain,  je  vois  icy  mon  maiftre, 
 ley  difje,  ou  ma  Cour  tremble  en  me  regardant  , 
 Où  je  n*ay  point  encor  agy  quen  commanda?it, 
 Je  vois  une  autre  Cour,  fous  une  autre  puiffance, 
 Et  ne  puis  plus  agir  qiCavec  obeïjfance. 
 2?<?  voflrefeul  afpect  je  me  fuis  veu  furpris, 
 Jugez  fi  vos  difeours  fajfeurent  mes  efprit  s, 
 Jugez  par  quels  moyens  je  puis  fortir  d'un  trouble 
 (ffue  forme  le  refpeEt,  que  la  crainte  redouble, 
 Et  ce  que  vous  peut  dire  un  T  rince  épouvanté 
 <De  voir  tant  de  colère,  &  tant  de  majefté. 
 *Dans  ces  étonnemens  dont  mon  ame  efl  f râpée 
 *De  rencontrer  en  vous  le  vangeur  de  Tompée> 
 Il  me  fouvient  pourtant  que  s'il  fut  noflre  appuy, 
 Nous  vous  detimes  de  fors  autant  &  plus  qua  luy, 
 Voftre  faveur  pour  nous  éclata  la  premiere, 
 Tout  ce  qu'il  fît  après  fut  à  voftre  prier  e: 
 
 11 
 
<P  O  M  T  E  T.  325 
 
 No,  had  you  Tompcy  here  Victorious  feen, 
 My  Head  to  him  had  fuch  a  Prefent  been  : 
 I  to  my  Conqucft  your  Submiffions  owe, 
 When  all  Wrongs  had  purfu'd  my  Overthrow. 
 ■       ro  adore  the  Conqueror,  not  me  ; 
 I  but  enjoy  it  by  Felicity. 
 Dangerous  Friendihip  !  Kindnefs  to  be  fear'd  ! 
 Which  turns  with  Fortune,  and  by  her  is  fteer'd. 
 Eut  fpeik  -,  this  Silence  doesencreafe  your  Sin. 
 'Pto.  Never  hath  my  Confufion  greater  been  5 
 And  I  believe,  Sir,  you'll  allow  it  me, 
 Since  I,  a  King  born,  now  a  Mafter  fee. 
 Where,  at  my  Frown,  each  Man  did  trembling  flan.., 
 And  ev'ry  Word  of  mine  was  a  Command  -, 
 I  fee  a  new  Court,  and  another  fway, 
 And  I  have  nothing  left  but  to  obey  : 
 Your  very  Look  abates  my  Spirits  force, 
 And  can  it  be  regain'd  by  your  Difcourfe  ? 
 Judge  how  I  can  from  fuch  a  Trouble  ceafe, 
 Which  my  Refpe&s  create,  and  Fears  encreafe  : 
 And  what  can  an  aftonifli'd  Prince  exprefs, 
 Who  Anger  fees  in  that  Mijeftick  Drefs  ? 
 And  whofe  Amazements  do  his  Soul  fuWue, 
 That  Tompey's  Death  fhould  be  reveng'd  by  you. 
 Yet  I  mud  fay,  whatever  hebuftow'd, 
 We  owe  you  more  than  ever  him  we  ow'd  : 
 Your  Favour  was  the  hrft  to  us  expreft, 
 And  all  he  did,  was  done  at  your  Requeft  5 
 
 Y  2  He 
 
i6  t        POMPEE. 
 
 J  émmt  le  Sénat  pour  des  Rois  outragez^ 
 Qu?  fans  cette  prière  il  auroit  négligez. 
 Mais  de  ce  grand  Sénat  les  faint  es  ordonnances 
 Enflent  peu  fait  pour  nous,  Seigneur^  fans  vosfnances% 
 Tar-là  de  nos  mu* ins  le  feu  Roy  vint  a  bout* 
 Et  pour  en  bien  pir  1er  y  nous  vous  devons  le  tout. 
 Nous  avons  honoré  voflre  amy^  voftre  gendre, 
 Jufqua  ce  qu'à  vous -me [me  il  ait  ofé  fe  prendre: 
 Mais  voyant  fon  pouvoir  de  vos  fuc ce z>  jaloux 
 cFrjfer  en  tyrannie,  &  s'armer  contre  vous.... 
 
 Cef  Tout-beau^  que  voftre  haine  en  fon  fang  affouvie 
 N  aille  point  à  fa  gloire^  il  fuffit  de  fa  vie, 
 N'avai  clz>  rien  icy  que  Rome  ofe  nier, 
 Et  jufttfiez-vous  fans  la  calomnier. 
 
 Pro.  Je  laijfe  donc  aux  T>ieuxà  juger fes  penfées, 
 Et  dtray  feulement  qu'en  vos  guerres  paffées, 
 Où  vous  fitfles  forcé  par  tant  dindgnitez, 
 Tous  nos  vœux  ont  cjiè  pour  vos  profperitez  : 
 ^hie  comme  il  vous  trait  oit  en  mortel  adver faire, 
 jf'ay  crû  fa  mort  pour  vous  un  malheur  neceffaire, 
 Et  que  fa  haine  injufte  augmentait  tous  les  jours 
 Jufque  dms  les  Eif.rs  cher  cher  oit  du  fe  cour  s, 
 Ou  qu'enfin,  s'il  tombait  de  flous  voftre  puij/ance^ 
 1!  nous  f al loït pour  vous  craindre  voftre  clémence^ 
 Et  que  fcfenttment  dun  cœur  trop  gêner iux 
 Ufant  mal  de  vos  droits  vous  rendift  malheureux. 
 
 jfaj  donc  confédéré  qu'en  ce  peril  extrême 
 Nous  vus  devions,  Çcigneur,  fervir  malgré  vous 
 mefmey  Et 
 
' 
 
 <P  O  MT  ET.  327 
 
 He  did  the  Senate  move  for  injur'd  Kings, 
 And  them  that  Prayer  to  our  Allifiance  brings  ; 
 But  all  that  he  for  Egypt  could  obtain, 
 Without  your  Mony,  Sir,  bad  been  in  vain  : 
 By  that  his  Rebels  our  late  King  fubdu  d, 
 An  1  you  have  Right  to  all  our  Gratitude. 
 VVc-  cPompeyy  as  your  Friend  and  Son,  revcr'd  i 
 But  when  he  your  Competitor  appear'd, 
 When  of  your  Fortune  he  fufpicious  grew, 
 Tyranny  fought,  and  dar'd  to  right  with  you 
 
 Caf,    Forbear,  your  Hatred's  Thirfthis  Blood  fop- 
 Touch  not  his  Glory,  Jet  his  Life  fulrice*         [plie^i 
 Say  nothing  here  that  Rome  (till  dares  deny, 
 But  plead  your  Caufe  without  a  Calumny. 
 
 Tto.  Then  let  the  Gods  be  Judges  of  his  Thought . 
 J  only  fay,  that  in  theJVars  Iaft  fought, 
 To  which  fo  many  Wrongs  did  you  perfwade, 
 Our  Vows  for  your  Succefs  were  o\\  fe  ; 
 
 And  fince  he  ever  fought  your  Blood  to  fpiUi 
 I  thought  his  Death  a  neceiiary  111. 
 For  as  his  groundlefs  Hatred  daily  grew, 
 Ho  would,  by  all  ways,  the  Difpute  renew  ^ 
 Or  if,  at  length,  he  fell  into  your  Hand, 
 We  fear'd  your  Mercy  would  your  Right  with/land? 
 Tor  to  that  Pitch  your  Senfe  of  Honour  flies, 
 As  wou'd  to  Fame  your  Safety  facriticc  ; 
 Which  mace  me  judge* in  fo  extrcam  an  111, 
 We  ought  to  ferve  you,  Sir,  againlt  your  Will  5 
 
 Y  4, 
 
3^3  POMPEE. 
 
 Et  fans  attendre  d'ordre  en  cette  occafion, 
 
 Mon  zèle  ardent  l'a  prife  à  ma  confufion. 
 
 Vous  men  defavouez,  vous  l'imputez  à  crime, 
 
 Mais  pour  fervir  Ce  far  rien  ri  eft  illégitime \ 
 
 J'en  ay  fouillé  mes  mains  pour  vous  en  preferver> 
 
 Vous  pouvez  en  jouir,  &  le  defaprouver, 
 
 Et  fay  plus  fait  pour  vous,  plus  ia£lion  ejl  noire, 
 
 'puifque  cefl  d'autant  plus  vous  immoler  ma  gloire > 
 
 Et  que  cefacrifice  offert  par  mon  devoir 
 
 Vous  affeure  la  vojire  avec  voftre  pouvoir. 
 
 Cef.  Voftre  lâche  attentat  cherche  avec  troc  de  rufes 
 *De  mauvaifes  couleurs  &  de  froides  exeufes. 
 V of  Ire  zèle  efl  oit  faux  fi  feul  il  redeutoit 
 Ce  que  le  Monde  entier  h  pleins  vœux  fouh  ait  oit* 
 Et  s3 il  vous  a  donné  ces  craintes  trop  fubtiles, 
 Qui  moflent  tout  le  fruit  de  nos  guerres  civiles, 
 Ou  l'honneur  [eul  m'engage,  &  que  pour  terminer y 
 Je  ne  veux  que  celuy  de  vaincre,  &  pardonner  ; 
 Où  mes  plus  dangereux  &  plus  grands  adverfaires, 
 Si-toft  qu'ils  font  vaincus,  ne  font  plus  que  mes  frères, 
 Et  mon  ambition  ne  va  qu'a  les  forcer ; 
 Ayant  dompté  leur  haine,  à  vivre,  &  riembraffer, 
 
 O  combien  d* allègre jfe  une  fî  trifle  guerre 
 Aur oit-elle  laiffé  diffus  toute  la  Terre, 
 Si  l'on  voyoit  marcher  deffus  un  mefme  char 
 Vainqueurs  de  leur  difeorde,  &  Tompêe,  &  Ce  far  ! 
 Voilà  ces  grands  malheurs  que  vraignoit  voftre  zèle. 
 O  crainte  riaicule  autant  que  criminelle  ! 
 
 Vous 
 
1 
 
 7  O  M  T  ET.  329 
 
 My  forward  Zeal  tb'  CXcafion  did  embrace, 
 Without  your  Leave,  and  to  my  own  Difgrace  : 
 And  this,  you,  as  a  Crime,  in  me  difclaim; 
 But  nothing  done  for  you  deferves  that  Name  : 
 I  ftain'd  my  Hands*  your  Danger  to  remove, 
 Which  Ad  you  may  enjoy,  and  difapprove^ 
 Nay,  by  my  Guilt,  my  Merit  higher  grows, 
 Since  I  my  Glory  gave  for  your  Repofe  5 
 And  by  that  greateft  Viftim  have  procur'd 
 Your  Glory,  and  your  Power,  to  be  aflur'd. 
 
 Cxf.  You  employ,  Ttolomy^  fuch  crafty  Words, 
 And  weak  Excufes,  as  your  Caufe  affords  5 
 Your  Zeal  was  falfe,  if  'twere  afraid  to  fee 
 What  all  Mankind  begg'd  of  the  Gods  (hould  be  : 
 And  did  to  you  fuch  Subtleties  convey, 
 As  ftole  the  Fruit  of  all  my  Wars  away  5 
 Where  Honour  me  engag'd,  and  where  the  end 
 Was  of  a  Foe  fubdu'd,  to  make  a  Friend  5 
 Where  the  worfi.  Enemies  that  I  have  met, 
 When  they  are  conquer'd,  I  as  Brothers  treat  : 
 And  my  Ambition  only  this  defignd, 
 To  kill  their  Hate,  and  force  them  to  be  kind  j 
 How  bleft  a  Period  of  the  War't  had  been, 
 If  the  glad  World  hade  in  one  Chariot  feen 
 'Pompey  and  Cafar  at  once  to  have  fate, 
 Triumphant  over  all  their  former  Hate  ! 
 Thefe  were  the  Dangers  you  fear'd  (hould  befall  * 
 O  Fear  Ridiculous,  and  Criminal  ! 
 
 Yoh 
 
33o  POMPEE. 
 
 Vous  craigniez  ma  clémence \  ah  !  n'ayez  plus  ce  foin, 
 Souhaitez-la  plût  oft,  vous  en  avez  be  foin, 
 Si  je  rfavois  égard  qu'aux  loix  de  la  Juftice, 
 Je  nfappaiferois  Rome  avec  voflre  fupplice, 
 Sans  que  ny  vos  refpe£is,  ny  voftre  repentir, 
 Ny  voftre  dignité  vous  pujfent  garantir. 
 Voftre  trône  luy-mefme  en  fer  oit  le  Theatre  : 
 Mais  voulant  épargner  le  fang  de  Cleopatre, 
 J'impute  à  vos  flateurs  toute  la  trahifon, 
 Et  je  veux  voir  comment  vous  m'en  ferez  raifon$ 
 Suivant  les  fentimens  dont  vous  ferez  capable 
 Jefçauray  vous  tenir  innocent,  ou  coupable. 
 Cependant  à  Tompée  élevez  des  Autels, 
 Rendez -luy  les  honneurs  qu'on  rend  aux  Immortels* 
 'Par  un  prompt  facrifice  expiez  tous  vos  crimes, 
 Et  fur  tout  pen  fez  bien  aux  choix  de  vos  viëtimes. 
 Allez  y  donner  ordre,  &  me  lai  [fez  icy 
 Entretenir  les  miens  fur  quelque  autre  foucy. 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 
 Cefar,  Antoine,  Lepide* 
 
 Cef.  Antoine, avez-vous  veu  cette  Reine  adorable? 
 
 Ant  Oiiv,  Seigneur  jet  ay  veuë,elleeft  incomparable^ 
 Le  Ciel  n'a  point  cncor  par  de  fi  doux  accords 
 Uny  tant  de  vertus  aux  graces  dun  beau  corps, 
 
?  O  M  ?  E  T.  331 
 
 You  fear'd  my  Mercy,  but  that  Trouble  quit, 
 And  wiih  it  rather  ;  you  have  need  of  it. 
 For  I  am  Cure  ftrid:  Juftice  would  confent 
 I  (hould  appeafe  Rome  with  your  Puniftiment. 
 Not  your  Refpefts,  nor  your  Repentance  now, 
 No  nor  your  Rank,  preferves  you  from  that  Blow: 
 Ev'n  on  your  Throne  1  would  revenge  your  Guilt, 
 But  Cleopatra's  Blood  muft  not  be  fpilt: 
 Wherefore  your  Flatterers  only  I  condemn-, 
 And  mud  expeft  you'll  do  me  Right  on  them: 
 For  what  in  this  I  (hall  obferve  you  do, 
 Muft  be  the  Rule  of  my  Efteem  for  you: 
 To  the  great  Tompey  Altars  now  ereft, 
 And  to  him  pay,  as  to  the  Gods,  Refped. 
 By  Sacrifices  yuur  Offence  expel, 
 But  have  a  Care  you  chufe  your  Vi&ims  well. 
 Go  then,  and  whilft  you  do  for  this  prepare, 
 I  muft  ftay  here  about  another  Caie. 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 
 Cœfar,  Antonius,  Lepidus. 
 
 Cœf.  AntoniuS)\\\\z  you  this  bright  Princefsfeen? 
 
 Ant.  Yes,  Sir,  I  have,  and  (he's  a  matchlcfb  Qiiecn5 
 With  fuch  proportion  Heav'n  never  yet 
 All  Beauties  both  of  Mind  and  Body  knit  i 
 
 So 
 
332  POMPEE. 
 
 Une  majefté  douce  ép and  fur  fan  vif  age 
 
 ^equoy  s'affujettir  le  plus  noble  courage, 
 
 Ses  yeux  [çavent  ravir,  [on  difcour s  fiait  charmer % 
 
 Et  ft  j' eft  ois  Ce  far  je  la  voudrois  aimer. 
 
 Cef.  Comme  a-felle  receu  les  offres  de  ma  fame? 
 Ant.  Comme  n'ofant  la  croire,  &  la  croyant  dans 
 Tar  un  refus  mod  eft  e,  &  fait  pour  inviter,  [lame  y 
 Elle  s'en  dit  indigne,  &  la  croit  mériter. 
 Cef.  Enpourray  je  eftre  aimé? 
 
 A  m.  'Douter  qu'elle  vous  aime* 
 Elle  qui  de  vous  feul  attend  fon  *Diadéme, 
 §ui  n'efpere  qu'en  vousl  7) outer  defes  ardeurs, 
 Vous  qui  la  pouvez  mettre  au  faifle  des  grandeurs! 
 Que  vo/lre  amour  fans  crainte  à  fon  amour  prétende, 
 Au  vainqueur  de  ^Pompée  il  faut  que  tout  fe  rende. 
 Et  vous  l'éprouverez.     Elle  craint  toutefois 
 L9  ordinaire  mépris  que  Rome  fait  des  Rois, 
 Et  fur  tout  elle  craint  l'amour  de  Calphurnie  : 
 Mais  l'une  à*  l'autre  crainte  à  voftre  afpeEi  bannie, 
 Vous  ferez  fucceder  un  efpoir  affez  doux, 
 Lors  que  vous  daignerez  luy  dire  un  mot  pour  vous. 
 Cef.  Allons  donc  l  *  affranchir  de  ces  frivoles  craintes y 
 Luy  montrer  de  mon  cœur  les  fenfbles  atteintes, 
 Alhns^  71e  tardons  plus. 
 
 Ant.  Avant  que  de  la  voir 
 SfacJbez  que  Cornelie  eft  en  voftre  pouvoir  ; 
 Sept i me  vous  l'amené  orgueilleux  de  fon  crime, 
 Etpenfe  auprès  de  vous  fe  mettre  en  haute  eflime. 
 
 Sim 
 
<P  O  M  T  E  T.  333 
 
 So  fweet  a  Greatnefs  in  her  Face  does  (Line, 
 The  Nobleft  Courage  muft  to  it  rcfign  > 
 Her  Looks  and  Language  with  fuch  eafe  fubdue, 
 If  I  were  Cœfar,  I  (hould  love  her  too. 
 
 Caf.  How  was  the  Offer  of  my  Love  received  > 
 
 Ant.  As  doubted,  and  yet  inwardly  believ'd: 
 She  modeftly  declind  her  higheft  Aims, 
 And  thinks  (he  merits,  what  (he  moil  disclaims. 
 
 Caf.  But  can  I  hope  her  Love? 
 
 Ant.  Can  fhe  have  yours? 
 As  that  your  Joys,  fo  this  her  Crown  fecures. 
 To  gain  that  Heart  can  you  believe  it  hard, 
 Whole  Kindnefs  you  with  Empire  can  reward? 
 Then  Jet  your  Paflion  all  its  Doubts  disband, 
 For  what  can  'Pompey's  Conqueror  withftand  ? 
 But  yet  her  Fear  to  her  Remembrance  brings, 
 How  little  Rome  hath  ever  valu  d  Kings  -y 
 And  more  than  that,  (lie  dreads  Calphumias  Lovej 
 But  both  thefe  Rubs  your  Prefence  will  remove. 
 And  your  fuccefsful  Hope  all  Mills  will  break, 
 If  you  vouchfafe  but  for  your  felf  to  fpeak. 
 
 Caf.  Let's  go  then,  and  thefe  needlefs  Scruples  quit, 
 Shewing  my  Heart  to  Her  that  wounded  it  : 
 Come  let  us  flay  no  longer. 
 
 Ant.  But  firft  know, 
 Cornelia  is  within  your  Power  now: 
 Septimus  brings  her,  boafting  of  his  Fault, 
 And  thinks  by  that  he  hath  your  Favour  bought. 
 
 But 
 
334  POMPEE. 
 
 Si-  toft  qu'ils  ont  pris  port)  vos  Chefs  par  vous  inftruit 
 Sans  leur  rien  témoigner  les  ont  icy  conduits. 
 
 Cef.  Qu'elle  entre.  Ah,  l  importune  &facheufe  nou 
 Qu'à  mon  impatience  elle  femble  cruelle  !         [y  elle 
 O  Ctell  &  ne  pourray-je  enfin  à  mon  amour 
 donner  en  liberté  ce  qui  refte  du  jour  ? 
 
 SCENE     IV. 
 
 Cefar,  Cornelie,  Antoine,   Lepide,  Septime. 
 
 Sept.  Seigneur. 
 
 Cef.  A liez,  Septime,  allez  vers  voflre  ?naiflre> 
 Ce  far  ne  peut  fouffrir  la  pre  fence  d'un  traiftre, 
 <D'un  Romain  lâche  affez  pour  fer  vir  fous  un  Roy9 
 Après  avoir  fer vy  Jour  Tompée,  &  fous  moy. 
 
 [Septime  rentre. 
 
 Corn.  Ce  far,  car  te  *Deftinque  dans  tes  fers  je  brave 
 Me  fait  ta  prifonniere,  &  nos  pas  ton  efclave, 
 Et  tu  ne  prêt  ens  pas  qu'il  m"  abate  le  cœur 
 Jufquà  te  rendre  hommage,  &  te  nommer  Seigneur  ; 
 ïte  quelque  rude  trait  qu'il  tr/ofe  avoir  frapée> 
 Vefve  du  jeune  Crajfe,  &  vefve  de  cPompée> 
 Fille  de  S  ci  pion,  èr  pour  dire  encor  plus % 
 Romaine,  mon  courage  efl  encor  au  dejfuf, 
 Et  de  tous  les  ajfauts  que  fa  rigueur  me  livre ^ 
 Rien  ne  me  fait  rougir  que  la  honte  de  vivre. 
 J*ay  veu  mourir  Tompée,  ô*  ne  fay  pas  fuivy% 
 Et  bien  que  le  moyen  m'en  aye  eflé  ravy, 
 
 Qu'une 
 
y  O  MT  E  T.  33f 
 
 But  once  afhore,  your  Guards  (by  Orders  taught) 
 No  notice  took,  but  hither  both  have  brought. 
 
 Caf.  Then  let  her  enter:  Ah  unwelcome  News! 
 Which  my  Impatience  does  to  roughly  ufe! 
 O  Heavn!  and  am  I  not  allow'd  to  pay 
 My  Love  this  fmall  remainder  of  one  day? 
 
 SCENE    IV. 
 
 Cœfary  Cornelia^  Antonius^  Lepidusy  Septimus, 
 
 Sept.  Sir.  
 
 Caf.  Go  Septimus^  for  your  Matter  look, 
 Cœfar  a  Traitor's  Prefence  cannot  brook  $ 
 A  Romarin  who  to  ferve  a  King  could  be 
 Content,  when  he  had  Tompey  ferv'd,  and  me. 
 
 [Exit  Septimius. 
 
 Corn.  Cœfar >  that  envious  Fate  which  I  can  brave, 
 Makes  me  thy  Prifoner,  but  not  thy  Slave: 
 Expect  not  then  my  Heart  fhould  e'er  afford 
 To  pay  thee  Homage,  or  to  call  thee  Lord: 
 How  rude  foever  Fortune  makes  her  Blow, 
 I,  Cra/fus  Widow  once,  and  Tompefs  now, 
 Great  Scifio's  Daughter,  and,  (what's  higher  yet) 
 A  Roman,  have  a  Courage  ftill  more  great  ^ 
 And,  of  all  ftrokes  her  Cruelty  can  give, 
 Nothing  can  make  me  bluih,  but  that  I  live, 
 And  have  not  follo\s,'dTompejr  when  he  dyd$ 
 For  though  the  Means  to  do  it  were  deny'd, 
 
 And 
 
^6  POMPEE. 
 
 Qu'une  pitié  cruelle  à  mes  douleurs  profondes 
 M  aye  ofté  le  fee  our  s,  &  du  fer \  &  des  ondes f 
 Je  dois  rougir  pourtant  après  un  tel  malheur 
 <De  n'avoir  pu  mourir  d'un  excez  de  douleur. 
 Ma  mort  e fi  oit  ma  gloire,  &  le  T)eftin  m'en  prive, 
 Tour  croiflre  mes  malheurs,  &  me  voir  ta  captive^ 
 Je  dois  bien  toutefois  rendre  graces  aux  'Dieux, 
 *De  ce  qu'en  arrivant  je  trouve  en  ces  lieux \ 
 Que  Ce  far  y  commande,  &  non  pas  Ttolomêe. 
 He  la  s  \  &  fous  quel  afïre,  o  Ciel,  m' as-tu  formée, 
 Si  je  leur  dois  des  vœux  de  ce  qu'ils  ont  permis 
 Que  je  rencontre  icy  mes  plus  grands  ennemis,  ï<Prince 
 Et  tombe  entre  leurs  mains, plutojl  qu'aux  mains  dun 
 Qui  doit  à  mon  époux  fon  trône  &  fa  ^Province. 
 
 Ce  far,  de  ta  viÛoire  écoute  moins  le  bruit \ 
 Elle  nefl  que  t effet  du  malheur  qui  me  fuit, 
 Je  l'ay  porté  pour  dot  chez  Tompée  &  chez  Crajfe, 
 *D  eux  fois  du  Monde  entier  j'ay  caufé  la  difgrace, 
 'Deux  fois  de  mon  Hymen  le  nœud  mal  afforty 
 A  chaffé  tous  les  Dieux  du  plus  jufte  party. 
 Heureufe  en  mes  malheurs  fï  ce  trifle  Hymenée 
 Tour  le  bonheur  de  Rome  à  Ce  far  m' eu  ft  donnée \ 
 Et  fi  feuffe  avec  moy  porté  dans  ta  mai  fon 
 D'un  afire  envenimé  l'invincible  poifon. 
 Car  enfin  riattens  pas  que  fabaijfe  me  haine, 
 Je  te  l'ay  âefîa  dit,  Ce  far,  je  fuis  Romaine* 
 Et  quoy  que  ta  captive,  un  cœur  comme  le  mien 
 De peur  de  s* oublier  ne  te  demande  rien. 
 
 Or- 
 
<P   O  MT  È  T.  $37 
 
 And  cruel  Pity  would  not  let  me  have 
 
 The  quick  afliftance  of  a  Steel  or  Wave} 
 
 Yet  I'm  a(ham'd,that,  after  fuch  a  Woe, 
 
 Grief  had  not  done  as  much  as  they  could  do  j    • 
 
 Death  had  been  glorious,  and  had  fct  me  free, 
 
 As  from  my  Sorrow  then,  fo  now  from  thee. 
 
 Yet  I  mutt  thank  the  Gods,  though  fo  fevere* 
 
 That  fince  I  muft  come  hither,  thou  art  here  : 
 
 That  Cafar  reigns  here,  and  not  Ttolomy  ; 
 
 And  yet,  O  Heav'n  !  what  Stars  do  govern  me? 
 
 That  fome  faint  kind  of  Satisfaction  'tis, 
 
 To  meet  here  with  my  greateft  Enemies 5 
 
 And  into  their  Hands  that  I  rather  fall, 
 
 Than  into  his  that  ow'd  my  Husband  all. 
 
 But  of  thy  Conqueft,  Cœfar,  make  no  boaft, 
 
 Which  to  my  fingle  Deftiny  thou  ow'ft^ 
 
 I  both  my  Husbands  Fortunes  have  defae'd, 
 
 And  twice  have  caus'd  th*  whole  World  to  be  difgrae'd  j 
 
 My  Nuptial  Knot  twice  ominouily  ty'd, 
 
 Banifti'd  the  Gods  from  the  uprighter  fide} 
 
 Happy  in  Mis'ry  I  had  been,  if  it, 
 
 For  Rome  s  advantage,  had  with  thee  been  knit  5 
 
 And  on  thy  Houfe  that  I  could  fo  difpenfe 
 
 All  my  own  Stars  malignant  Influence: 
 
 For  never  think  my  Hatred  can  grow  lefs, 
 
 Since  I  the  Roman  Conftancy  profefs  s 
 
 And  though  thy  Captive,  yet  a  Heart,  like  mine, 
 
 Can  never  Hoop  to  hope  for  ought  from  thine  : 
 
 Z  Com- 
 
5?3  POMPEE. 
 
 Ordonne,  &  fans  vouloir  qu'il  tremble  >  ou  s' humilie , 
 Souviens-toy  feulement  que  je  fuis  Cornelie. 
 
 Cef.  O  d'un  illuftre  époux  noble  &  digne  moitiéy 
 'Dont  le  courage  étonne^  &  le  fort  fait  pit  ié\ 
 Certes  vos  fentimens  font  affez  reconnoijlre 
 Qui  vous  donna  la  mainy  ér  qui  vous  donna  Veflre^ 
 Et  l'on  juge  ai  Cément  an  cœur  que  vous  portez 
 Où  vous  eftes  entrée,  &  de  qui  vous  fortez. 
 L'ame  du  jeune  Craffey  &  celle  de  'Pompée, 
 L'une  &  l'autre  vertu  par  le  malheur  trompée, 
 Le  fang  des  Sapions  protecteur  de  nos  T)ieux, 
 cPar lent  par  voftre  bouche  >  &  brillent  dans  vos  jeux. 
 Et  Rome  dans  fes  murs  ne  voit  point  de  famille^ 
 Qui  foit  plus  honorée,  ou  de  femme y  ou  de  fille. 
 Tleuft  au  grand  Jupiter^  pleufl  à  ces  me  [me  7)ieux> 
 Qii'Annibal  eufl  bravez  jadis  fans  vos  ayeux, 
 Que  ce  Héros  fi  cher  dont  le  Ciel  vous  fepare 
 R' eufl  pas  fi  mal  connu  la  Cour  d'un  Roy  Bar  bar  e^ 
 Ny  mieux  aimé  tenter  une  incertaine  foy, 
 Que  la  vieille  amitié  qu'il  eufl  trouvée  en  moy  ! 
 Qu'il  eufl  voulu  Jouffrir  qu'un  bonheur  de  mes  armes 
 Eufl  vaincu  fes  foupçonS)  diffipé  fes  alarmes  % 
 Et  qu'enfin  m' attendant  y  fans  plus  fe  défier y 
 Il  m'euft  donné  moyen  de  me  juftifier. 
 Alors  foulant  aux  pieds  la  T^ifcorde^  &  t Envie  % 
 Je  l'eujfe  conjuré  defe  donner  la  vie, 
 *& oublier  ma  viffoire,  &  d'aimer  un  rival 
 Heureux  d'avoir  vaincu  pour  vivre  fon  égal. 
 
 J'eufe 
 
¥  0  MT  E  T.  339 
 
 Command,  but  think  not  to  fubjeft  my  Will, 
 Remember  this,  I  am  Cornelia  f till. 
 
 C<ef.  O  worthy  Widow  of  a  Man  fo  brave! 
 Whofe  Courage,  Wonder,  Fate  does  Pity  crave ^ 
 Your  generous  Thoughts  do  quickly  make  us  know 
 To  whom  your  Brith,to  whom  your  Love  you  owe  5 
 And  we  may  find,  by  your  Heart's  glorious  frame, 
 Both  to,  and  from,  what  Families  you  came; 
 Yuung  Craffus  Soul,  and  noble  <Pompef$  too, 
 Whofe  Virtues  Fortune  cheated  of  their  due: 
 The  Scipio's  Blood,  who  fav'd  our  Deities, 
 Speak  in  your  Tongue,  and  fparkle  in  your  Eyes  5 
 And  Rome  her  felf  hath  not  an  ancient  Stem, 
 Whofe  Wife  or  Daughter  hath  more  honour'd  them: 
 Would  to  thofe  Gods  your  Anceftors  once  fav'd, 
 When  Hannibal  them  at  their  Altars  brav'd, 
 That  your  dear  Hero  had  declind  this  Port, 
 And  better  known  a  falfe  Barbarians  Court 5 
 And  had  not  his  uncertain  Honour  try'J, 
 But  rather  on  our  ancient  Love  rely'd^ 
 That  he  had  fuffer'd  my  fuccefsful  Arms, 
 Only  to  vanquilh  his  unjuft  Alarms -t 
 Then  he,  without  diftrufting  me,  had  flay 'J 
 Till  he  had  heard  what  Cafar  could  have  faid$ 
 And  I,  in  fpightof  all  our  former  Strife, 
 Would  then  have  beg'd  him  to  accept  of  Life  5 
 Forget  my  Conqueft,  and  that  Rival  love, 
 Who  fought,  but  that  I  might  his  Equal  prove: 
 
 Z  2  Then 
 
34o  POMPE  E. 
 
 J'etiffe  aïïors  regaigné  fon  ame  fat  is  faite, 
 
 Jufqttà  luy  faire  aux  Dieux  pardonner  fa  défaite, 
 
 11  eufi fait  à  fon  tour,  en  me  rendant  fon  cœur, 
 
 Que  Rome  eufi  pardonné  la  viêîoire  au  vainqueur. 
 
 Mais  piifque  par  fa  perte  à  jamais  fans  féconde 
 
 Le  Sort  a  dérobé  cette  allègre  ffe  au  Monde, 
 
 Ce  far  s'efforcera  de  sy  acquit  er  vers  vous 
 
 De  ce  quil  voudroit  rendre  à  cet  illuflre  époux* 
 
 Trenez  donc  en  ces  lieux  liberté  toute  entière, 
 
 Seulement  pour  deux  jours  foyez  ma  prifonniere> 
 
 Afin  d'eflre  témoin  comme  après  nos  débats 
 
 Je  chéris  fa  mémoire,  &  v  ange  fon  trépas, 
 
 Et  de  pouvoir  apprendre  à  toute  l'Italie 
 
 De  quel  orgueil  nouveau  m'enfle  la  Theffalie. 
 
 Je  vous  lai  ffe  à  vous-mefme,&  vous  quitte  un  moment , 
 
 Choiflffez-luy,  Lepide^  un  digne  apartement, 
 
 Et  quon  l'honore  icy,  mais  en  Dame  Romaine, 
 
 Cejl  à  dire  un  peu  plus  qu'on  n'honore  la  Reine. 
 
 Commandez,  &  chacun  aura  foin  d'obetr. 
 
 Corn.  O  Ciell  que  de  vertus  vous  me  faites  haïr. 
 
 ACTE 
 
T  O  M?  E  T.  341 
 
 Then  I,  with  a  Content  entirely  great, 
 Had  pray'dthe  Gods  to  pardon  his  Defeat  5 
 And  giving  me  his  Friendfhip  to  poffefs, 
 He  had  pray'd  Rome  to  pardon  my  Succefs. 
 But  fince  Fate,  fo  ambitious  to  deftroy, 
 Hath  rob'd  the  World,  and  Us,  of  fo  much  Joy, 
 Cafar  mud  ftrive  t'acquit  himfelf  to  you, 
 Of  what  was  your  illuftrious  Husband's  due: 
 Enjoy  your  felf  then  with  all  freedom  here, 
 Only  two  days  my  Prifoner  appear; 
 And  Witnefs  be,  how,  after  our  Debate, 
 I  fhall  revere  his  Name,  revenge  his  Fate  5 
 You  this  account  to  Italy  may  yield, 
 What  Pride  I  borrow  from  7heffaliays  Field. 
 I  leave  you  to  your  felf,  and  (hall  retire  5 
 Lepidus^  furnifti  her  to  her  defire^ 
 As  Roman  Ladies  have  refpefled  beer, 
 So  honour  her  (that  is)  above  a  Queen. 
 Madam,  command}  all  (hall  your  Orders  wait. 
 Corn.  O  Gods!  how  many  Virtues  mud  I  hate! 
 
 Z  3  After 
 
342  <P  O  M  <P  E  T. 
 
 After  the  third  Aft,  to  Cornelia^  afleep  on  a  Couch* 
 <Pompef%  Ghoft  fings  this  in  Recitative  Air. 
 
 JFnra  lofting  and  unclouded  *Day> 
 From  Joys  refirfd  above  allay  % 
 And  from  a  Spring  without  >dec  ay  > 
 
 I  come>  by  Cynthia*.?  borrowed  Beams  ^ 
 To  viftt  my  Cornelia^  <Dreams9 
 And  give  them  yet  fublimer  Theams. 
 
 Behold  the  Man  thou  lov*dft  before* 
 T*ure  Streams  have  waffcd  away  his  Gorey 
 And  Pompey  nowfhall  bleed  no  more. 
 
 By  "Death  my  Glory  Irefume^ 
 \    For  'twould  have  been  a  harfher  *Doom 
 Tout  live  the  Liberty  of  Rome. 
 
 By  me  her  doubtful  Fortune  try'd, 
 Fallings  bequeaths  my  Fame  this  Tride% 
 lfor  it  livdy  and  with  it  dyd. 
 
 Norjhall  my  Vengeance  be  withftood, 
 Or  unattended  with  a  Flood* 
 Of  Roman  and  Egyptian  Blood. 
 
 Csefar  himfelf  it  {hall purfue* 
 
 His  "Days  (hall  troubled  be  and  few  f 
 
 And  he  fhall  fall  by  Treafon  too. 
 
 Hey 
 
9  a  M  9  E  X,  343 
 
 He y  by  Severity  Divine , 
 
 Shall  be  an  Off' ring  at  my  Shrine } 
 
 As  1  was  hisy  he  mujl  be  mine. 
 
 Thv  (lormv  Life  regret  no  more. 
 For  Fate  (hall  waft  theefoon  a-fhorey 
 And  to  thy  Pompey  thee  reflore. 
 
 Where,  p aft  the  fears  of  fad  Removes ', 
 Well  entertain  our  fpotlefs  Loves , 
 In  beauteous  and  immortal  Groves. 
 
 There  none  a  guilty  Crown  Jh all  wear, 
 Nor  Caefar  be  Dictator  there, 
 Nor  Jhall  Cornelia  fhed  a  Tear. 
 
 After  this  a  Military  Dance,  as  the  continuance 
 of  her  Dream,  and  then  Cornelia  ftarts  up,  as  wa- 
 ken'd  in  amazement,  faying, 
 
 What  have  I  feen  ?  and  whither  is  it  gone  ? 
 How  great  the  Vifion\  and  how  quickly  done  I 
 Tet  if  in  "Dreams  we  future  things  can  fee. 
 There's ft  ill fome  Joy  laid  up  in  Fate  for  me. 
 
 [Exit. 
 
 Z  4  ACT 
 
344.  POMPEE. 
 
 ACTE  IV.  SCENE  I, 
 
 Ptolomée,  Achillas,  Photin. 
 Ptol  omee. 
 
 QUoy\  de  ta  me  fine  main  &  de  la  mefme  épée 
 T) ont  il  vient  d'immoler  le  malheureux  Tompée, 
 Septimepar  Cefar  indignement  chajjé, 
 *Dans  un  tel  defefpoîr  à  vos  yeux  a  pajfé>  \dre 
 
 kàxAlleft  mortfe  mourant ,SireJl vous  doit  apr  en- 
 La  honte  qu'il  prévient,  &  qu'il  vous  faut  attendre* 
 Jugez  quelejl  Cefar  à  ce  couroux  fi  lent. 
 Un  moment  pouffe  &  rompt  un  tranfport  violent, 
 Mais  l'indignation  qu'on  prend  avec  étude 
 Augmente  avec  le  temps,  à1  porte  un  coup  plus  rude. 
 Ainfî  rtefperez  pas  de  le  voir  modéré, 
 *Par  adreffe  il  fe  fâche  après  s'eftre  affairé, 
 Sapuijfance  établie,  il  a  foin  de  fa  gloire, 
 HpourfuivoitTompée,  &  chérit  fa  memoir e% 
 Et  veut  tirer  àfoy  par  un  couroux  accort 
 L'honneur  de  fa  vangeance,  &  le  fruit  de  fa  mort. 
 
 Vto.Ahlfijefavois  cm  je  n'aurois  pas  demaiftre, 
 Je  fer  ois  dans  le  trône  où  le  Ciel  ma  fait  naiflre  -, 
 Mais  c'eft  une  imprudence  affez  commune  aux  Rois% 
 ^écouter  trop  d'aduis  &  fe  tromper  au  choix. 
 Le  T>efiin  les  aveugle  au  bord  du  precipice, 
 Ou  fi  quelque  lumière  en  leur  amefe  gliffe, 
 
 Cette 
 
<P  O  MT  E  T.  m 
 
 ACT  IV.  SCENE  I. 
 
 Ttolomy^  Achillas^  Thotinus. 
 
 Pt  ot  om  y. 
 
 [which  had 
 
 WHat?  with  that  Hand,  and  with  that  Sword^ 
 A  Vi&im  of  th  unhappy  Tompey  made, 
 Saw  you  Septimus,  fled  from  Cœfar's  Hate, 
 Give  fuch  a  bloody  Period  to  his  Fate? 
 
 AchiL  He's  dead,  Sir^  and,  by  that,  you  may  colleft 
 What  Shame  (forefeen  by  him)  you  mud  expeft: 
 Cœfar  you  may  by  this  flow  Anger  know> 
 The  violent  does  quickly  come  and  go  : 
 But  the  confider'd  Indignation  grows 
 Stronger  by  Age,  and  gives  the  fiercer  Blows 5 
 In  vain  you  hope  his  Fury  to  aflwage, 
 Who  now  fecure,  does  politickly  rage* 
 He  fafely  for  his  Fame  concern'd  appears, 
 Tompey  alive  abhor'd,  he  dead  reveres  : 
 And  of  his  Slaughter  by  this  Art  doth  chufe, 
 To  aft  the  Vengeance,  and  yet  make  the  ufe. 
 
 Tto.  Had  I  bclievd  thee,  I  had  never  known 
 A  Matter  here,  nor  been  without  a  Throne  : 
 «'But  ftill  with  this  Imprudence  Kings  are  curft, 
 «To  hear  too  much  Advice,  and  chufe  the  worft$ 
 <cAt  the  Pit's  brink  Fate  does  their  Reafon  blind  5 
 «  Or  if  fome  hint  they  of  their  danger  find, 
 
 •«Yet 
 
346  POMPE  E. 
 
 Cette  fan  If e  clarté,  dont  il  les  éblouit) 
 
 Lfs  plonge  dans  un  gouffre,  &  fuis  s'évanouit. 
 
 Pho.  J'ay  mal  connu  Ce  far,  maispuifqiCenfon  ejlime 
 Un  fi  rare  ferv  ice  efl  un  énorme  crime. 
 Sire,  il  porte  en  fon  flanc  dequoy  nous  en  laver, 
 Cefl  là  qu'ejl  noflre  grace,  il  nous  l'y  faut  trouver. 
 Je  ne  vous  parle  plus  de  fouffrir  fans  murmure \ 
 *D' at  tendre  fon  depart  pour  vanger  cette  injur  e% 
 Je  ffay  mieux  conformer  les  remèdes  au  mal  -, 
 JujUfionsfur  luy  la  mort  de  fon  rival, 
 Et  noftre  main  alors  également  trempée, 
 Et  du  fang  de  Ce  far,  &  du  fang  de  *Pompéey 
 Rome,  fans  leur  donner  de  tilt  res  differ  ens, 
 Se  croira  par  vous  feul  libre  de  deux  Tyrans. 
 
 Pto.   Oiiy,  par  là  feulement  ma  perte  efl  évitable$ 
 Cefl  trop  craindre  un  Tyran  que  j'ay  fait  redoutable^ 
 Mourrons  que  fa  fortune  efl  L'œuvre  de  nos  mains% 
 'D  eux  fois  en  me f me  jour  difpofons  des  Romains > 
 F  ai  fon  s  leur  liberté  comme  leur  efclavage. 
 Cefar,  que  tes  exploits  n  enflent  plus  ton  courage^ 
 Confidere  les  miens,  tes  yeux  en  font  témoins, 
 'Pompée  efloit  mortel,  &  tu  ne  les  pas  moins, 
 Jlpouvoit  plus  que  toy,  tu  luy  port  ois  envie, 
 Tu  n'as,  non  plus  que  luy,  quune  ame,  &  qu'une  vif$ 
 Et  fon  fort  que  tu  plains  te  doit  faire  p enfer 
 Que  ton  cœur  efl  fenfible  &  qu'on  peut  le  percer. 
 Tonne,  tonne  à  ton  gré,  fais  peur  de  tajujlice, 
 Cefl  à  moy  d'afpaifer  Rome  par  ton  fupplice, 
 
 Cefl 
 
<P  O  M?  ET.  3+7 
 
 "Yet  that  falfe  Light  amifs  their  Judgment  fleers, 
 *Pîungjfil  them  in,  and  then  it  difappears. 
 
 Tho.  I  mull  confefs  I  Cœfar  did  miftake, 
 Since  fuch  a  Service  he  a  Crime  does  make: 
 But  yet  his  Side  hath  ftreuns,  and  thofe  alone 
 Can  expiate  your  Fault,  and  fix  your  Throne. 
 I  no  more  fay,  you  filently  fhould  bear, 
 And  your  Revenge,  till  he  be  gone,  defer  : 
 No,  I  a  better  Remedy  efteem, 
 To  juftifie  his  Rival's  Death  on  him. 
 When  you  the  firft  Act  by  the  laft  make  good, 
 And  Cafafs  fhed,  as  well  as  Tompefs  Blood, 
 R*me  will  no  difference  in  her  Tyrants  know. 
 But  will  to  you,  from  both,  her  Freedom  owe. 
 
 *Pto.  Yes,  yes,  to  this  all  Reafons  do  perfuade  s 
 Let's  fear  no  more  the  Greatnefs  we  have  made: 
 Cœf*r  (hall  ftill  from  Us  receive  his  Doom, 
 And  twice  in  one  Day  we'll  difpofe  of  Rome 5 
 As  Bondage  firft,  let's  Freedom  next  beftowj 
 Let  not  thy  Adions,  Cafar>  fwell  thee  fo5 
 But  call  to  mind  what  thou  haft  feen  me  do, 
 Totnpey  was  mortal,  and  fo  thou  art  too  $ 
 Thou  envy'dft  him,  for  his  exceeding  thee, 
 And  I  think  thou  haft  no  more  Lives  than  he; 
 Thy  own  Companion  for  his  Fate,  does  fhew 
 That  thy  Heart  may  be  penetrable  too  : 
 Then  let  thy  Juftice  threaten  as  it  pleafe, 
 Tis  I  muft,  with  thy  Ruin,  Rome  appeafej 
 
 And 
 
3+8  POMPEE. 
 
 Ceft  à  moy  de  punir  ta  cruelle  douceur ', 
 gui  ri  épargne  en  un  Roy  que  le  fang  defafœur* 
 Je  n'abandonne  plus  ma  vie,  &  ma  puiffance, 
 Au  hazard  de  fa  haine,  ou  de  ton  inconfiance  % 
 Ne  croypas  que  jamais  tupuiffes  à  ce  prix 
 Recompenfer  fa  flame,  ou  punir  fes  mépris. 
 J'emploîrayxontre  toy  déplus  nobles  maximes, 
 Tu  m'as  prefer  it  tant  oft  de  choifîr  des  vittimes, 
 ^De  bien  p enfer  au  choix  ;  j'obeïs,  &je  voy 
 Que  je  rien  puis  choifîr  de  plus  dignes  que  toy, 
 Ny  dont  le  fang  offert,  la  fumée,  &  la  cendre 
 Tuiffent  mieux  fat isf aire  aux  Mânes  de  ton  gendre. 
 
 Mais  ce  ri  eft  pas  ajfez,  amis,  de  s'irriter, 
 Il  faut  voir  quels  moyens  on  a  dexecutery 
 Toute  cette  chaleur  eft  peut-eftre  inutile, 
 Les  fold  at  s  du  Tyran  font  maiftres  de  la  ville, 
 Que  pouvons -nous  contr'eux,  &  pour  les  prévenir ; 
 Quel  temps  devons -nous  prendre,  &  quel  ordre  tenir. 
 
 Achil.  Nous  pouvons  beaucoup,  Sire,  en  I*  eft  at  ok 
 nous  fommes, 
 A  deux  milles  dicy  vous  avez,  fix  mille  hommes, 
 Que  depuis  quelques  jours  craignant  des  remûmens 
 Je  faifois  tenir  preft  à  tous  evenemens. 
 Quelques  foins  qu'ait  Ce  far,  fa  prudence  eft  deceuèy 
 Cette  ville  a  fous  terre  une  fecrette  iffuë, 
 *Par  où  fort  aifément  on  les  peut  cette  nuit 
 Jufques  dans  le  ^Palais  introduire  fans  bruit: 
 Car  contre  fa  fortune  aller  à  force  ouverte, 
 Ce  fer  oit  trop  courir  vousmefme  à  voftre  perte  ; 
 
 // 
 
<P  O  M  T  E  f.  549 
 
 And  of  that  cruel  Mercy  Vengeance  take, 
 Which  fpares  a  King,  but  for  his  Sifter's  fake. 
 My  Life  and  Power  (hall  not  expofed  be 
 To  her  Refentment,  or  thy  Levity  $ 
 Left  thou,  to  morrow,  fhould'ft:  at  fuch  a  rate 
 Reward  her  Love,  or  elfe  revenge  her  Hate: 
 More  noble  Maxims  fhall  my  Fears  expel  ^ 
 Thou  bad'ft  me  once  to  chufe  my  Vi&ims  well, 
 And  my  Obedience  thou  in  this  (halt  fee, 
 Who  know  no  Viftim  worthier  than  thee, 
 Nor  th'Immolation  of  whofe  Blood  will  draw 
 Better  acceptance  from  thy  Son-in-law. 
 But  vainly,  Friends,  we  thus  foment  our  Rage, 
 Unlefs  we  knew  what  ftrength  we  could  engage  * 
 All  this  may  be  unprofitable  Heat, 
 The  Tyrant's  Forces  being  here  fo  great } 
 But  of  our  Power  let  us  be  firft  agreed, 
 And  in  what  Time  and  Method  to  proceed. 
 
 AchiL  We  may  do  much, Sir,  in  our  prefent  State, 
 Two  Miles  from  hence,  fix  thoufand  Soldiers  wait> 
 Which  I,  forefeeing  fome  new  Difcontents, 
 Have  kept  in  readinefs  for  all  Events. 
 C*far%  with  all  his  Arts,  could  not  forefee 
 That  underneath  this  Town  a  Vault  fhould  be, 
 By  which  this  Night  we  to  the  Palace  may 
 Our  Men  with  Eafe,  and  without  Noife,  convey; 
 T'afluult  his  Life  by  open  Force  alone, 
 Would  be  the  only  way  to  lofe  your  own: 
 
 We 
 
550  POMPE  E. 
 
 //  nous  le  faut  Jur prendre  au  milieu  du  feftin, 
 Enyvré  des  douceurs  de  £  Amour  ^  &  du  vin* 
 Tout  le  Peuple  eft  pour  nous,  tantofi  àfon  entrée 
 J'ay  remarqué  rhorruer  que  ce  Peuple  a  montrée  $ 
 Lors  qu'avec  tant  de  j aft  il  a  veu  fes  faifceaux 
 Marcher  arrogamment,  &  braver  nos  drapeaux. 
 Au  fpe£lacle  in  [oient  de  ce  pompeux  outrage, 
 Ses  farouches  regards  étinceloient  de  rage. 
 Je  voyois  fa  fureur  à  peine  fe  dompter, 
 Et  pour  peu  qu'on  le  pouffe,  il  eft  prefl  d éclater. 
 Mais  fur  tout ',  les  Romains  que  commandoit  Septimé 
 <PreJfez  de  la  terreur  que  fa  mort  leur  imprime, 
 Ne  cherchent  qtia  vanger  par  un  coup  généreux 
 Le  mépris  qu'en  leur  Chef  ce  fuperbe  a  fait  deux. 
 
 Pto.  Mais  qui  pourra  de  nous  approcher faperfonnei 
 Si  durant  lefeftinfa  Garde  l'environne  î  - 
 
 Pho.  Le  gens  de  Cornelie,  entre  qui  vos  Romains 
 Ont  défia  reconnu  des  frères,  des  germains, 
 T)ont  l'âpre  déplaiftr  leur  a  laijfé  paroiftre 
 Une  foif  d  immoler  leur  Tyran  à  leur  maiftre. 
 Ils  ont  donné  parole ,  à*  peuvent  mieux  que  nous 
 *Dans  les  flancs  de  Ce  far  porter  les  premiers  coups, 
 Son  faux  art  de  clémence,  ou  plut  oft  fa  folie, 
 Qui  penfe  gagner  Rome  enfatant  Cornelie, 
 Leur  donnera  fans  doute  un  ajfez  libre  accez, 
 Four  de  ce  grand  deffein  affeurer  le  fuccez. 
 
 Mais  voicy  Cleopatre,  agiffez  avec  feinte. 
 Sire,  &  ne  luy  montrez  quefoibleffe,&  que  crai?ite> 
 
 Nous 
 
T  O  M  T  E  T.  3yi 
 
 We  muft  furprize  him,  and  act  our  Defign, 
 When  he  is  drunk  with  Pleafure,  Love,  and  Wine. 
 The  People  «ire  all  ours,  for  when  he  made 
 His  Entry,  horrour  did  their  Souls  invades 
 When  with  a  Pomp  fo  arrogantly  grave, 
 His  Fa  fees  did  our  Royal  Enfigns  brave  j 
 I  mark'd  what  Rage,  at  that  injurious  view. 
 From  their  incenfed  Eyes,  like  Sparkles,  flew 3 
 And  they  fo  much  did  with  their  Fury  drive, 
 That  your  leafl  Countenance  may  it  revive. 
 Septitnitts  Soldiers  fill'd  with  greater  hate, 
 Struck  with  the  terrour  of  their  Leader's  Fate, 
 Seek  nothing  but  Revenge  on  him,  who  them 
 Did,  in  their  Captain's  Perfon,  fo  contemn. 
 
 ÎVtf.But  what  way  to  approach  him  can  be  found, 
 If  at  the  Feaft  his  Guards  do  him  furround? 
 
 Tho.  Cornelias  Men,  who  have  already  known 
 Among  your  Romans  Kindred  of  their  own, 
 Seem  to  perfwade  us  they  would  Help  afford 
 To  Sacrifice  their  Tyrant  to  their  Lord  5 
 Nay  have  allur'd  it,  and  much  better  may, 
 Than  we,  to  de  far  the  firft  Stabs  convey  j    . 
 His  Clemency  (not  only  falfe  but  vain) 
 Which  courts  Cornelia*  that  he  Rome  may  gain, 
 Will  to  his  Perfon,  give  them  fuch  accefs, 
 As  may  allure  our  Plot  of  a  fuccefs. 
 
 But  Cleopatra  comes  5  to  her  appear 
 Only  polfefs'd  with  VVeaknefs,and  with  Fear. 
 
 Let 
 
i52  POMPEE. 
 
 Nous  allons  vous  quitter ,  comme  objets  odieux  $ 
 *Dont  ïafpell  importun  off encer oit  fes yeux. 
 Pto.  Allez,  je  vous  rejoins. 
 
 S    C    E    N    E    IL 
 
 Ptolbmée,  Cleopatre,  Charmion,  Achoréc. 
 
 Cle.  J*ay  veu  Ce  far,  mon  frère. 
 Et  de  tout  mon  pouvoir  combat u  fa  colerè. 
 
 Pto.  Vous  ejles  gêner  eufe,  &  favois  attendu 
 Cet  office  de  fœur  que  vous  m'avez  rendu. 
 Maïs  cet  illuflre  amant  vous  a  bien-toft  quittée} 
 
 Cle.  Sur  quelque  brouillerie  en  la  ville  excitée, 
 Il  a  voulu  luy-mefme  appaifer  les  débat  s ; 
 Qu'avec  nos  Citoyens  ont  eu  quelques  foldat  s  i 
 Et  moy,  j'ay  bien  voulu  moy-mefme  vous  redire, 
 Que  vous  ne  craigniez  rien  pour  vous,ny  voftreEmpirCj 
 Et  que  le  grand  Ce  far  blâme  voftre  affion 
 Avec  moins  de  couroux,  que  de  compaffion. 
 Il  vous  plaint  d'écouter  ces  lâches  'Politiques, 
 Oui  ninfpirent  aux  Rois  que des  moeurs  tyrannique 's 3 
 Ainjî que  la  naijfance  ils  ont  les  efprits  bas-. 
 En  vain  on  les  élevé  à  régir  des  Eftats, 
 Un  cœur  né  pour  fervir  fçait  mal  comme  on  commande* 
 Sa  puijfance  l'accable  alors  qu'elle  eft  trop  grande, 
 Et  fa  main  que  le  crime  en  vain  fait  redouter 
 Laijfe  choir  le  fardeau  qu'elle  ne  peut  porter. 
 
 Pto. 
 
y  o  m  t  F  t.  3^ 
 
 Let  us  withdraw,  Sir,  for  you  know  that  wc 
 Are  Objeds  fhe  will  much  abhor  to  fee. 
 cPto.  Go  wait  me  ■ 
 
 SCENE    II. 
 
 cPtolomyy  Cleopatra. 
 
 C/e.  Brother,  I  have  Cœfar  feen, 
 And  have  to  him  your  Interceflbr  been. 
 
 Tto.  I  never  could  expect  an  ad:  lefs  kind 
 From  you,  who  bear  fo  generous  a  Mind. 
 But  your  great  Lover  quickly  from  you  went. 
 
 Cle.  'Twas  to  the  Town,  t'appeafe  fome  Difcontenr 
 Which  he  was  told  had  newly  raifed  been 
 Betwixt  the  Soldier  and  the  Citizen: 
 Whilft  I  with  joyful  hafte  come  to  allure 
 You,  that  your  Life  and  Kingdom  were  fecure  5 
 Th'illuftrious  Cafar,  on  the  Courfe  you  took, 
 Does  with  lefs  Anger  than  Compaffion  look  -, 
 He  pities  you,  who  fuch'vile  States-men  heard, 
 As  make  their  Kings  not  to  be  lov'd,  but  feared} 
 Whofe  Souls  the  bafenefs  of  their  Birth  confefs: 
 And  who  in  vain  great  Dignities  poiTefs  : 
 For  Slavifh  Spirits  cannot  guide  the  Helm, 
 Thofe  too  much  Power  would  quickly  overwhelm. 
 That  Hand,  whofe  Crimes  alone  do  purchafe  Fear, 
 Will  foon  let  fall  a  Weight  it  cannot  bear. 
 
 À  a  Tto. 
 
3f4  POMPEE. 
 
 Pto .  Vous  dites  vray,  ma  fœur,  &  ces  effets  fîniflres 
 Me  font  bien  voir  ma  faute  au  choix  de  mes  Minijlres. 
 Sifaurois  écouté  de  plus  nobles  confeils 
 Je  vivrois  dans  la  gloire  où  vivent  mes  pareils > 
 Je  merit  erois  mieux  cette  amitié  fi  pure 
 Que  pour  un  frère  ingrat  vous  donne  la  Nature) 
 Cefar  embrafferoit  Tompée  en  ce  Talais, 
 Nojlre  Egypte  a  la  Terre  auroit  rendu  la  paix ', 
 Et  verroit  fon  Monarque  encor  à  jufle  tiltre. 
 Amy  de  tous  les  dieux,  &  peut-eftre  t'arbitre* 
 Mais  puifque  lepajfé  ne  petit  fe  révoquer, 
 Trouvez  bon  qu'avec  vous  mon  cœur  syoJe  expliquer. 
 
 Je  vous  ay  maltraitée,  &  vous  efles  fi  bonne 
 Que  vous  me  confervez  la  vie,  &  la  Couronne $ 
 Vainquez-vous  tout  à  fait ,  &  par  un  digne  effort 
 Arrachez  Achillas  &  Thotm  à  la  mort. 
 Elle  leur  eft  bien  deu'è ,  ils  vous  ont  ojfencée  5 
 Mais  ma  gloire  en  leur  perte  eft  trop  intereffée: 
 Si  Cefar  les  punit  des  crimes  de  leur  Roy, 
 Toute  l  ignominie  en  rejallit  fur  moy, 
 Il  me  punit  en  eux,  leur  fupplice  eft  ma  peine, 
 Forcez  en  ma  faveur  une  trop  jufle  haine, 
 *Dequoy  peut  fatisfaire  un  cœur  fi  généreux 
 Le  fang  abjet  &  vil  de  ces  deux  malheureux  ? 
 Que  je  vous  doive  tout,  Cefar  cherche  à  vous  plaire, 
 Et  vous  pouvez  d'un  mot  de  far  mer  fa  colère. 
 
 Cle.  Sifavois  en  mes  mains  leur  viey  &  leur  trépas 9 
 Je  les  mcprife  ajfez  tour  ne  men  v  anger  pas, 
 
 Mais 
 
TO  M  TE  T.  #5 
 
 Tto.  Thofe  Truths,  and  my  ill  Fate,  do  me  perfwadc 
 How  bad  a  choice  of  Counfcllors  I  made: 
 For  had  I  afted  Honourable  things, 
 I  had  as  Glorious  been,  as  other  Kings  5 
 And  better  merited  the  Love  you  bear 
 A  Brother,  fo  unworthy  of  your  Care  ; 
 Cajar  and  Tompey  had  been  here  agreed, 
 And  the  World's  Peace  in  Egypt  been  decreed; 
 Who  her  own  Prince  a  Friend  to  both  had  feen; 
 Nay,  he  perhaps,  an  Arbiter  had  been. 
 
 But  fince  to  call  this  back  is  paft  our  Art, 
 Let  me  difcharge  to  you  my  Troubled  Heart  \ 
 You,  that  for  all  the  Wrongs  that  I  have  done, 
 Could  yet  preferve  me  both  my  Life  and  Crown 5 
 Be  truly  great,  and  vanquifh  all  your  Hate, 
 By  changing  Thotin's  and  Achillas'*  Fate. 
 For  their  offending  you,  their  Death  is  due, 
 But  that  my  Glory  fuffers  in  it  too  j 
 If  for  their  King's  Crimes  they  fliould  punifli'd  be, 
 The  Infamy  would  wholly  light  on  me; 
 Cœfar  through  them  wounds  me,  theirs  is  my  Pain, 
 For  my  fake,  therefore,  your  jufl  Hate  conftrain: 
 Your  Heart  is  Noble,  and  what  Pleafure  then 
 Is  th'abjed  Blood  of  two  unhappy  Men  ? 
 
 Let  me  owe  all  to  you,  who  Cœfar  charm, 
 And,  with  a  Look,  his  Anger  can  difarm. 
 
 Cle.  Were  but  their  Life  and  Death  inmetogive. 
 My  Scorn  is  great  enough  to  let  them  live  : 
 
 Aa  2  But 
 
356  POMPE  E. 
 
 Mai  s  fur  le  grand  Ce  far  je  puis  fort  peu  de  chofe, 
 Quand  le  fang  de  Tompée  à  mes  defïrs  s'oppofe, 
 Je  ne  me  vante  pas  de  pouvoir  le  fléchir ', 
 J'en  ay  défia  parley  mais  il  àfçeu  gauchir. 
 Et  tournant  le  difcours  fur  une  autre  matière. 
 Il  n'a  ny  refuféy  ny  fouffert  ma  prière. 
 Je  veux  bien  toutefois  encor  m'y  hazarder, 
 Mes  efforts  redoublez  pourront  mieux  fucceder, 
 Etfoife  croire.... 
 
 Pto.  Il  vient,  fouffrez  que  je  l'évite, 
 Je  crains  que  ma  pre  fence  a  vos  yeux  ne  l'irrite, 
 Que  fon  couroux  efmeu  ne  s'aigriffe  à  me  voir, 
 Et  vous  agirez  feule  avec  plus  de  pouvoir. 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 
 Cefar,  Cleopatre,  Antoine,  Lepide,  Charmion, 
 Achorée,  Romains. 
 
 Cef.  Reine,  tout  eft  paifible,  &  la  ville  calmée 
 Qu'un  trouble  ajfez  léger  avoit  trop  alarmée, 
 N'a  plus  à  redouter  le  divorce  inteftin 
 'Dufoldat  i?ifclent,  &  du  peuple  7nutin. 
 Mais,  à  \Dieux  !  ce  moment  que  je  vous  ay  quittée 
 T/'un  trouble  bien  plus  grand  a  mon  ame  agitée, 
 Et  ces  foins  importuns  qui  tâarrachclent  de  vous 
 Contre  ma  grandeur  me  (me  allumoient  mon  couroux. 
 Je  luy  voulois  du  mal  de  meftre  fi  contraire, 
 "De  rendre  ma  pre  fence  ailleurs  fi  neceffaire  s 
 
 Mais 
 
<P  O  MT  ET.  35; 
 
 But  I  with  Cœfar  little  can  prevail, 
 
 When  çPompty\  Blood  lyes  in  the  other  Scale  5 
 
 I  boaft  no  Power  to  difpofe  his  Will, 
 
 For  I  have  fpoke,  and  he  h  ith  (hunn'd  it  ftill, 
 
 And  turning  quickly  to  fomc  new  Affair, 
 
 He  neither  does  refufe,  nor  grant  my  Prayer: 
 
 Yet  PI1  once  more  on  that  harfh  Theam  proceed, 
 
 In  *hope  a  New  Attempt  may  better  fpeed  ; 
 
 And  I'll  believe 
 
 Tto.  He  comes,  let  me  be  gone, 
 Left  I  fhould  chance  to  draw  his  Anger  on  ^ 
 MyPrefence  may  enflame  what  t'would  makelefs, 
 And  you,  alone,  may  aft  with  more  Succefs. 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 
 Cœfar,  Cleopatra^  Antonius,   Lepidus,  Charmion\ 
 Achoreus^  and  Romans. 
 
 Cœf.  The  City  now  is  quiet,  Beauteous  Queen, 
 Which  had  alarm'd  with  little  Reafon  been  5 
 Nor  need  they  fear  the  troublefome  event 
 Of  Soldiers  Pride,  or  Peoples  Difcontent: 
 But  O  great  Gods  !  when  abfent  from  your  Eyes, 
 A  greater  Tumult  did  within  me  rife  ; 
 When  thefe  unwelcome  Cares  fnatcht  me  from  youj 
 My  Heart,  ev'n  with  my  Grandeur,  angry  grew  5 
 
 Aa  3  And 
 
553  POMPE  E. 
 
 Mais  je  luy  pardonnois  au  fimple  fouvenif 
 23#  bonheur  qu'à  majlame  elle  fait  obtenir. 
 Ceft  elle  dont  je  tiens  cette  haute  efperance 
 Qui  flat  e  mes  de  firs  dune  illuftre  apparence. 
 Et  fait  croire  à  Ce  far  qu'il  peut  former  des  vœux^ 
 Qu'il  n'eft  pas  tout -à-fait  indigne  de  vos feux ', 
 Et  qu  il  peut  en  prétendre  unejufte  conquefie 
 N?  ayant  plus  que  les  Dieux  au  dejfus  de  fa  tefte. 
 Oiiyy  Reine,  fi  quelquun  dans  ce  vafte  Univers 
 Pouvoit  porter  plus  haut  la  gloire  de  vos  fers  % 
 S'il  eft }oit  quelque  Trône  ou  vous  pûffiezparoifire 
 Plus  dignement  ajftfe  en  captivant  f on  maiftre$ 
 J' trois,  f  trois  à  luy,  moins  pour  le  luy  ravir, 
 Que  pour  luy  difputer  le  droit  de  vous  fervir, 
 Et  je  tiafpirerois  au  bon-heur  de  vous  plaire^ 
 Qu'après  avoir  mis  bas  un  fi  grand  adver faire. 
 
 Ceftoit  pour  acquérir  un  droit  fi  précieux 
 Que  combat  oit  par  tout  mon  bras  ambitieux '9 
 Et  dans  Pharfale  mefme  il  à  tiré  lépée 
 Plus  pour  le  conferver^  que  pour  vaincre  Pompée. 
 Je  l'ay  vaincu,  Princejfe^  &  le  Dieu  des  combats 
 My  favor ifoit  moins  que  vos  divins  appas y 
 Us  conduifoient  ma  main,  ils  enf  oient  mon  cêuragë^ 
 Cette  pleine  victoire  efi  leur  dernier  ouvrage^ 
 Ceft  l'effet  des  ardeurs  qu'ils  daignoient  wîinfpirer^ 
 Et  vos  beaux  yeux  enfin  m' ayant  fait  foûpirer, 
 Pour  faire  que  voftre  ame  avec  gloire  y  réponde, 
 M'ont  rendu  le  premier,  &  de  Rome,  &  du  Monde. 
 
 Ceft 
 
T  O  MT  E  T.  g59 
 
 And  I  my  own  Renown  began  to  hate, 
 Since  it  my  Parting  did  ncceflitatc: 
 But  I  forgave  all  tho  te  finglc  Thought 
 How  much  advantage  to  my  Love  it  brought  : 
 For  'tis  to  that   I  owe  the  noble  Hop?, 
 Which  to  my  Flame  docs  give  fo  fair  a  fcope, 
 And  perfwades  Cafar  that  his  Heart  may  prove 
 Not  utterly  unworthy  of  your  Love, 
 And  that  he  may  pretend  to  that,  fince  he 
 Nothing  above  him,  but  the  Gods,  can  fee. 
 Yes  Queen  >  if  in  the  World  a  Man  there  were 
 That  with  more  Glory  could  ycur  fetters  bear  * 
 Or  if  there  were  a  Throne,  wherein  you  might> 
 By  Conquering  its  King,  appear  more  bright, 
 Lefs  for  his  Throne  would  I  the  Man  purfue, 
 Than  to  difpute  the  Right  of  ferving  you. 
 
 'Twas  to  acquire  that  valuable  Right, 
 That  my  Ambitious  Arm  did  always  fight  j 
 And  in  Tharfalia  rather  my  Sword  drew 
 To  preferve  that,  than  IPompey  to  fubdue. 
 I  Conquer'd,  and  the  God  of  Battels,  lefs 
 Than  your  bright  Eyes,  afforded  me  Succefs. 
 They  rais'd  my  Courage,  and  my  Hand  did  fway» 
 And  I  owe  them  that  memorable  Day. 
 As  the  efFed  of  Heat  by  them  infpir'd  j 
 For  when  your  Beauties  had  my  Paflion  fir'd, 
 That  a  Return  might  your  great  Soul  become, 
 They  made  me  Matter  of  the  World  and  Rome. 
 
 Aa  +  I 
 
jtfo  POMPEE. 
 
 C'eft  ce  glorieux  filtre  à  prefent  effectif 
 Que  je  viens  ennoblir  par  celuy  de  captifs 
 Heur  eux,  fî  mon  efpriî  gaigne  tant  fur  le  voftre, 
 Qu'il  en  ejlime  tun,  &  me  permette  l'autre. 
 
 Cle.  Je  feay  ce  que  je  dois  au  fouverain  bonheur 
 *Do7it  me  comble  &  m'accable  un  tel  excez  d honneur \ 
 Je  ne  vous  tiendray  plus  mes  pa  (fions  fecrettes, 
 Je  fcay  ce  que  je  fuis,  jefçay  ce  que  vous  ejles  ; 
 Vous  daignajies  m' aimer  des  mes  plus  jeunes  ans, 
 Le  fceptre  que  je  porte  eft  un  de  vos  pre  fens, 
 Vous  m  avez  par  deux  fois  rendu  le  T^iadéme^ 
 J'avoue  après  cela.  Seigneur,  que  je  vous  aime, 
 Et  que  mon  cœur  ri  eft  point  à  l'épreuve  des  traits 
 Ny  de  tant  de  vertus^  ny  de  tant  de  bien-faits. 
 Maisy  helas  !  ce  haut  rangy  cette  illuftre  naiffance, 
 Cet  Eft  at  de  nouveau  rangé  fous  ma  puijfance, 
 Ce  fceptre  par  vos  mains  dans  les  miennes  remis ; 
 A  mes  vœux  innocens  font  autant  d'ennemis. 
 Ils  allument  contreux  une  implacable  haine, 
 Us  me  font  méprifable  alors  qu'ils  me  font  Reine, 
 Et  fi  Rome  eft  encor  telle  qu'auparavant. 
 Le  trône  oh  je  me  fieds  m'abaiffe  en  m' élevant. 
 Et  ces  marques  d'honneur,  comme  tiltres  infâmes. 
 Me  rendent  àja?nais  indigne  de  vos  fiâmes. 
 
 J'ofe  encor  toutefois,  voyant  voftre  pouvoir, 
 Permettre  à  mes  defïrs  un  généreux  efpoir. 
 Après  tant  de  combats,  je ftay  qu'un  fi  grand  homme 
 A  droit  de  triompher  des  caprices  de  Ro?ne, 
 
 Et 
 
¥  O  M  ¥  E  T.  36i 
 
 I  would  ennoble  that  high  Style  I  wear, 
 By  the  Addition  of  your  Prifoner  ^ 
 And  fhall  moft  happy  he,  if  you  think  fit 
 That  Title  to  efteem,  and  this  permit. 
 
 Cle.  I  know  how  much  I  to  my  Fortune  owe, 
 Which  this  Excefs  of  Honour  does  beftow^ 
 Nor  will  from  you  my  inward  Thoughts  conceal, 
 Since  I  know  both  you,  and  my  felf,  fo  well. 
 
 Your  Love  did  in  my  earlieft  Youth  appear, 
 And  I  my  Scepter  as  your  Prefent  wear: 
 I  twice  receiv'd  my  Kingdom  from  your  Hand, 
 And  after  that,  can  I  your  Love  withftand> 
 No,  Sir,  my  Heart  cannot  refill  your  Siege, 
 Who  fo  much  merit,  and  fo  much  oblige. 
 But  yet  my  Birth,  my  Rank,  and  the  Command 
 Which  I  have  now  regain'd  in  Egypt's  Land, 
 The  Scepter,  by  your  Hand  reftor'd  to  mine, 
 Do  all  againft  my  innocent  Hopes  combine  5 
 To  my  Defires  injurious  they  have  been, 
 And  leffcn  me,  by  making  me  a  Queen: 
 For  if  Rome  ftill  be  as  (he  was  before, 
 T'afcend  a  Throne,  will  but  debafe  me  more  * 
 Thefe  Marks  of  Honour  will  be  but  my  Shame, 
 And  ruin  my  Pretences  to  your  Flame  ^ 
 But  yet,  methinks,  the  Power  you  enjoy, 
 Might  all  my  Fears  with  Eafe  enough  deftroy, 
 And  I  would  hope,  that  fuch  a  Man  as  you, 
 May  juftly  Rome s  Capricioufnefs  fubdue* 
 
 And 
 
,62  POMPEE. 
 
 -J 
 
 Et  que  ïinjufle  horreur  qu'elle  eut  toujours  des  Rois 
 "Peut  céder  far  vojlre  ordre  à  de  plus  jujles  loix. 
 Je  f fay  que  'vous  pouvez  forcer  d'autres  obftacles, 
 Vous  me  l'avez  promis,  &  fattens  ces  miracles, 
 Vojlre  bras  dans  Thar  f  aie  a  fait  déplus  grands  coups, 
 Et  je  ne  les  demande  à  d'autres  *Dieux  qu'à  vous. 
 
 Cef .  Tout  miracle  eft  facile  où  mon  amour  s'applique, 
 Je  n'ay  plus  qu'à  courir  les  cojtes  de  l'Afrique, 
 Qu'à  montrer  mes  drapeaux  au  refte  épouvanté 
 *Du  party  malheureux  qui  m'aperfecuté. 
 Rome  n'ayant  plus  lors  d'ennemis  à  me  faire 
 Par  impuijfance  enfin  prendra  foin  de  me  plaire, 
 Et  vos  yeux  la  verront  par  unfuperbe  accueil 
 Immoler  à  vos  pieds  fa  haine,  &fon  orgueil. 
 Encor  une  défaite,  &  dans  Alexandrie 
 Je  veux  que  cette  ingrate  en  ma  faveur  vous  prie, 
 Et  quunjufte  refpeSl  conduifant  fes  regards 
 A  vojlre  chafte  amour  demande  des  Ce  fars. 
 C'ejl  l'unique  bonheur  ou  mes  défit  s  prétendent, 
 Ceft  le  fruit  que  fattens  des  lauriers  qui  m'attendent^ 
 Heureux,  fi  mon  deflin  encor  un  peu  plus  doux 
 Me  les  f ai f oit  cueillir  fans  m' éloigner  de  vous. 
 Mais,  las!  contre  mon  feu  mon  feu  me  follicite, 
 Si  je  veux  eflre  à  vous,  il  faut  que  je  vous  quitte, 
 En  quelque  lieux  qu'on  fuye,  il  me  faut  y  courir, 
 Tour  achever  de  vaincre,  &  de  vous  conquérir, 
 permettez  cependant  qu'à  ces  douces  amorces 
 Je  prenne  un  nouveau  cœur,  à*  de  nouvelles  forces^ 
 
 Tour 
 
<POM<PET.  363 
 
 And  her  unjuft  Averfion  for  a  Throne, 
 She  might  fee  caufe,  for  your  fake,  to  difown: 
 I  know  that  you  can  harder  things  tffed:  5 
 And  from  your  Promife  Wonders  I  expeft; 
 You  in  Thar  fait  a  did  much  greater  do, 
 And  I  invoke  no  other  Gods  but  You. 
 
 Gef.  There's  nothing  humane  can  my  Love  with- 
 'Tis  but  the  over-running  Affrick's  Land,     [ftand$ 
 To  (hew  my  Standards  to  the  reft  of  thofe, 
 Who  did  me  with  fo  ill  a  Fate  oppofe* 
 And  when  Rome  can  no  more  of  them  advance, 
 She  will  be  fore'd  to  ftudy  Complaifance: 
 And  you  fhall  fee  her,  with  a  folemn  State, 
 At  your  Feet  facrifice  her  Pride  and  Hate: 
 Nay  I  muft  have  her,  at  your  Royal  Seat, 
 In  my  behalf,  your  Favour  to  entreaty 
 And  with  fo  much  Refpeft  thefe  Beauties  view, 
 That  (he  young  Cœfars  (hall  requeft  from  you  3 
 This  is  the  only  Fortune  I  defire, 
 And  all  to  which  my  Lawrels  do  afpire: 
 How  bleft  were  my  Condition,  if  I  might 
 Obtain  thofe  Wreaths,  and  ft  ill  enjoy  your  Sight! 
 But  yet  my  Paflion  its  own  harm  procures, 
 For  I  muft  quit  you,  if  I  will  be  yours  3 
 While  there  are  flying  Foes,  I  muft  purfue, 
 That  I  may  them  defeat,  and  merit  you. 
 To  bear  that  Abfence  therefore,  fuffer  me 
 To  take  fuch  Courage  from  the  Charms  I  fee, 
 
 That 
 
36+  pompe  e: 
 
 Tour  faire  dire  encor  aux  peuples  pleins  d'effroy, 
 Que  venir \  voir,  &  vaincre,  eft  mefme  chofe  en  moy. 
 Ck.CeJl  trop /eft  trop,  Seigneur,fouffrez  que f  en  a- 
 Voftre  amour  fait  ma  fautejlferamonexcufe.  [pufe, 
 Vous  me  rendez  le  Sceptre,  &  peut-eftre  le  jour  : 
 Maisfïjofe  abufer  de  cet  excez  d'amour, 
 jfe  vous  conjure  encor  par  f  es  plus  puiff ans  charmes, 
 <par  ce  jufte  bonheur  qui  fuit  toujours  vos  armes, 
 <par  tout  ce  quefefpere,  &  que  vous  attendez, 
 25*  rienfanglanter pas  ce  que  vous  me  rendez. 
 Faites  grace,  Seigneur,  ou  fouffrez  que  fen  faff e, 
 Et  montre  à  tous  par  là  quej'ay  repris  ma  place. 
 Achillas  &  Thotin  font  gens  à  dédaigner, 
 Ils  font  ajfez  punis  en  me  voyant  régner, 
 Et  leur  crime... 
 
 Cef.  Ah  Iprenez  d'autres  marques  de  Reine. 
 ^Dejfus  mes  volonté z  vous  eftes  fouveraine, 
 Mais  fi  mes  fentime?is  peuvent  eftre  écoutez, 
 Choifîffez  des  fujets  dignes  de  vos  bontez, 
 Ne  vous  donnez  fur  moy  qu'un  pouvoir  legitime, 
 Et  ne  me  rendez  point  complice  de  leur  crime. 
 Ceft  beaucoup  que  pour  vous  f  of é  épargner  le  Roy, 
 Et  fi  mes  feux  neftoient^ 
 
 SCENE 
 
<P  O  M  <P  E  T.  tfs 
 
 That  frighted  Nations  may,  at  Opr'sName, 
 Say,  He  but  came,  and  faw,  and  overcame. 
 
 Clc.  This  is  too  much-,  but  if  I  this  abufe, 
 The  Fault  which  you  create  you  muft  excufe  : 
 You  did  my  Crown,  and  perhaps  Life  redore, 
 And  yet  your  Love  (I  truft)  will  grant  me  more-, 
 And  I  conjure  you,  by  its  ftrongeft  Charms, 
 By  that  great  Fortune  which  attends  your  Arms, 
 By  all  my  Hopes,  and  all  your  high  Defert, 
 Dip  not  in  Blood  the  Bounties  you  impart 5 
 Great  Sir,  forgive  thofe  that  have  guilty  been, 
 Or  elfe  by  that  let  me  appear  a  Queen  -, 
 Achillas  and  Thotinus  Blood  difdain, 
 For  they  endure  enough  to  fee  me  reign  ; 
 
 And  their  Offence 
 
 Caf.  Ah  !  by  fome  other  way 
 Affure  your  felf  how  much  my  Will  you  fway, 
 As  you  rule  me,  if  I  might  you  requeft, 
 You  better  fhould  employ  your  Intereft  5 
 Govern  your  Cœfar,  as  a  lawful  Queen, 
 And  make  him  not  Partaker  of  their  Sin: 
 For  your  fake  only,  I  the  King  durfl  fparei 
 'Twas  Love  alone  that— 
 
 SCENE 
 
364  POMPE  E. 
 
 SCENE    IV. 
 
 Cefar,  Cornelic,  Cleopatre,  Achorée,  Antoine, 
 Lepide,  Charmion,  Romains. 
 
 Cor.  Ce  far ;  pr ens  garde  à  toy, 
 Ta  mort  eft  refoluè,  on  la  jure,  on  I'aprefte, 
 A  celle  de  Tompée  on  veut  joindre  ta,  te/le, 
 Trens-y  garde,  Cefar,  ou  ton  fang  répandu 
 Bien-toft  parmy  lefienfe  verra  confondu. 
 Mes  efclaves  en  font \  apprens  de  leurs  indices 
 Haut  heur  de  l'attentat,  &  l'ordre,  &  les  complices, 
 Je  te  les  abandonne. 
 
 Cef.  O  cœur  vraiment  Romain, 
 Et  digne  du  Héros  qui  vous  donna  la  main  ! 
 Ses  Mânes  qui  du  Ciel  ont  veu  de  quel  courage 
 Je  preparois  la  mienne  à  v anger  f on  outrage, 
 Mettant  leur  haine  bas  me  f  auvent  aujourd'huy 
 <Par  la  moitié  quyen  Terre  il  nous  laiffe  de  luy. 
 Il  vit,  il  vit  encor  en  l 'objet  de  fa  flame, 
 Il  parle  par  fa  bouche,  il  agit  dans  f  on  ame, 
 Il  la  pouffe,  à*  l'oppofe  à  cette  indignité, 
 JPour  me  vaincre  par  elle  en  gêner ofité* 
 
 Cor.  Tu  te  fiâtes,  Cefar, de  mettre  en  ta  croyance 
 Que  la  haine  ait  fait  place  à  la  reconnoijfance  s 
 Ne  le  prefume  plus,  le  fang  de  mon  époux 
 A  rompu  pour  jamais  tout  commerce  entre  nom. 
 J'attens  la  liberté  qu'icy  tu  m'as  offerte, 
 Afin  de  l'employer  toute  entière  à  ta  perte, 
 
 Et 
 
<P  O  MT  ET.  $6? 
 
 S    C    E    N    E    IV. 
 
 To  them  Cornelia. 
 
 Corn.  Cafar,  have  a  care, 
 For  Traitors  have  againft  thy  Life  combin'd, 
 And  fwom  thy  Head  (hall  be  to  Tompey's  join'd. 
 If  to  prevent  them  thou  (hould'ft  be  remifs, 
 Thy  Blood  will  fpeedily  be  mixt  with  his. 
 If  thou  my  Slaves  examine,  thou  may'fl  know 
 The  Author,  Order,  and  the  Aftors  too. 
 I  yield  them  thee. 
 
 Caf.  O  truly  Roman  Heart  ! 
 And  worthy  him  of  whom  you  were  a  Part  ! 
 His  Soul,  which  fees,  from  its  exalted  State, 
 How  I  endeavour  to  revenge  his  Fate, 
 Forgets  his  Hate,  and  is  become  fo  kind 
 To  fave  my  Life ,  by  what  he  left  behind. 
 Whatever  Treafon  could  to  Tompey  do, 
 Yet  he  does  ftill  fubfift,  and  ad:  in  you: 
 And  prompts  you  to  a  thing  fo  brate,  that  he 
 May  vanquifli  me  in  Generofity. 
 
 Corn.  Cœfar ,  thou  art  deceiv'd  in  my  Intent, 
 If  thou  think'fl  Hate  yields  to  Acknowledgment 5 
 No,  Tompefs  Blood  muft  all  Commerce  deny, 
 Betwixt  his  Widow  and  his  Enemy. 
 And  I  thy  offer'd  Fredom  would  enjoy, 
 That  to  thy  Ruin  I  might  it  employ. 
 
 Nay, 
 
g  68  POMPE  EL' 
 
 Et  je  te  cher  cher ay  par  tout  des  ennemis, 
 
 Si  tu  m'ofes  tenir  ce  que  tu  m'as  promis. 
 
 Mais  avec  cette  foif  que  fay  de  ta  ruine. 
 
 Je  me  jette  au  devant  du  coup  qui  faff  affine  y 
 
 Et  forme  des  dejirs  avec  trop  de  rai  fon, 
 
 Tour  en  aimer  l'effet  par  une  trahifon. 
 
 Qui  la  f fait y  &  lafouffre,  apart  à  l'infamie* 
 
 Si  je  veux  ton  trépas,  c'efl  enjufte  ennemie  s 
 
 Mon  époux  a  des  fils,  il  aura  des  nepveux, 
 
 Quand  ils  te  combat r ont,  c'efi  là  que  je  le  veux, 
 
 Et  quune  digne  main  par  moy-mefme  animée^ 
 
 ^Dans  ton  champ  de  bat  aille  ^  aux  yeux  de  ton  Armée, 
 
 1* immole  noblement  &  par  un  digne  effort 
 
 Aux  Mânes  du  Héros  dont  tu  vanges  la  mort. 
 
 Tous  me  s  foins  >  tous  mes  vœux  hâtent  cette  vangeanee, 
 
 Ta  perte  la  recule \  &  tonfalut  l'avances 
 
 Quelque  efpoir  qui  d'ailleurs  me  l'ofe,  ou  puife  offrir* 
 
 Majujle  impatience  auroit  trop  àfouffrir. 
 
 La  vangeance  éloignée  eft  à  demy  perdue, 
 
 Et  quand  il  faut  l'attendre,  elle  efl  trop  cher  vendue. 
 
 Je  ri  iray  point  chercher  fur  les  bords  Afriquains 
 
 Le  foudre  fouhaité  que  je  vois  en  tes  mains, 
 
 La  tefle  qu'il  menace  en  doit  eftre  frapée 5 
 
 fay  pu  donner  la  tienne  au  lieu  délie  à  Tompéey 
 
 Ma  haine  avoit  le  choix,  mais  cette  haine  enfin 
 
 Sépare  fon  vainqueur  d'avec  fon  ajfaffm^ 
 
 Et  ne  croit  avoir  droit  de  punis  ta  victoire, 
 
 Qu'après  le  châtiment  dune  aÇlionJi  noire; 
 
 Rome 
 
?  O  MT  E  T.  & 
 
 Nay,  I  (hall  make  new  bufinefs  for  thy  Sword, 
 If  thou  darift  he  fo  jufl  to. keep  thy  Word: 
 But  though  lo  much  on  thy  Deflruction  bent, 
 Yet  I  thy  Murther  would  as  much  prevent. 
 
 I  have  thy  Death  with  too  much  Juftice  fought, 
 That  it  (hould  now  be  with  a  Treafon  bought. 
 Who  knows,  and  fullers,  does  partake  the  Guilty 
 Nor  (hould  thy  Blood  be  infamoully  fpilt. 
 
 But  when  my  Husbands  Sons,  and  Kindred, do 
 Attempt  thy  Death,  then  I  (hall  wiih  it  too. 
 And  that  fome  brave  Arm,  which  I  l'hall  excite, 
 May  in  the  Field,  and  in  thy  Army's  fight, 
 Offer  thee  nobly  to  that  Hero's  Ghoft, 
 In  whofe  Revenge  thou  fo  much  Zeal  beftow'ft. 
 My  refllefs  Thirft  for  fuch  a  Day  as  this, 
 By  thy  untimely  Fall  its  end  would  mifs. 
 But  whatfoe  er  Hopes  from  abroad  I  may 
 Receive,  yet  I  am  rack'd  by  their  Delay. 
 "  For  diflant  Satisfaction  is  half  loft  : 
 
 II  And  long  expedled  joys  too  dearly  coft. 
 I  (hall  not  wander  on  the  Affrick  Strands; 
 To  feek  the  Vengeance  ready  in  thy  Hands, 
 Which  does  the  Head  it  threatens  belt  befit: 
 For  I  could  thine  have  had,  inftead  of  it; 
 But  that  my  Hatred  faw  the  Difference  great, 
 Betwixt  my  Husband's  Murther  and  Defeat  : 
 And  I  an  earlier  Punifhment  would  fee 
 
 On  their  Prefumption,  than  thy  Victory  : 
 
 Bb  This 
 
37o  POMPEE. 
 
 Rome  le  veut  ainfi>  fon  adorable  front 
 Aitroit  dequoy  rougir  dun  trop  honteux  affront^ 
 2>  voir  en  mefme  jour  après  tant  de  conque/les 
 Sous  un  indigne  fer  fe s  deux  plus  nobles  tejïes. 
 Son  grand  cœur  qu'à  tes  loix  en  vain  tu  crois  fournis 
 En  veut  aux  criminels  plus  qu'âfes  ennemis •, 
 Et  îiendroit  à  malheur  le  bien  de  fe  voir  libre  y 
 Si  l'attentat  du  Nil  ajfranchiffoit  le  Tybre. 
 Comme  autre  qu'un  Romain  ri  a  pu  l'ajfujetir, 
 Autre  auffi  qu'un  Romain  ne  l'en  doit  garantir. 
 Tu  tomber  ois  icy  fans  ejlre  fa  vi£limey 
 Au  lieu  dun  châtiment  ta  mort  feroit  un  critney 
 Et  fans  que  tes  pareils  en  conçeuffent  deffroy^ 
 L'exemple  que  tu  dois  périr  oit  avec  toy. 
 Vange-la  de  lyEgypte  à  [on  appuy  fatale^ 
 Et  je  la  vangeray,  ft  je  puis,  de  'Pharfale. 
 Va,  ne perds  point  de  temps,  ilprejfe.  Adieuy  tu  peux 
 Te  vanter  qu'une  fois  j'ay  fait  pour  toy  des  vœux% 
 
 SCENE    V. 
 
 Cefar,  Cleopatre,  Antoine,  Lepide,  Achorée, 
 Charmion,  Romains. 
 
 Cef.  Son  courage  m'étonne  autant  que  leur  audace ', 
 Reine  y  voyez  pour  qui  vous  me  demandiez  grace, 
 
 Cle.  Je  riay  rien  à  vous  dire^  allez^  Seigneur ',  allez 
 Vanger  fur  ces  méchans  tant  de  droits  violez.  [r<nty 
 On  m*  en  veut  plus  quàvous,c'eft  ma  mort  qu'ils  refpi- 
 Cefl  contre  mon  pouvoir  que  les  traifîres  confpirent. 
 
 Leur 
 
P  O  M  T  E  T.  371 
 
 This  is  Romes  With,  whofc  venerable  Brow 
 To  tins  Affront,  too  juft  a  Bhilh  would  owe: 
 If  her  two  nobleft  Heads  ftiould  (afrcr  all 
 
 Her  Triumphs)  wiih  Co  much  Difhonour  fall. 
 She,  upon  whom  thou  never  could'ft:  impofe, 
 Would  fooner  punilh  Criminals  than  Foes: 
 Her  Liberty  would  a  Misfortune  grew, 
 Jf unon  Tiber  Nile  fhould  it  beflow. 
 None  but  a  Ronian  could  her  Mafter  be, 
 And  but  a  Roman  none  fhould  fet  her  free. 
 Here  thou  would'it  fill,  to  her  unfacrifie'd, 
 And  would'ft  be  murther'd  fo,  but  not  chaftis'd, 
 Nor  would  fucceeding  Tyrants  frighted  be, 
 For  the  Example  too  would  die  with  thee. 
 Revenge  her  thou,  on  Egypt's  Wrong,  and  I 
 Will  her  Revenge  upon  Tharfalia  try. 
 Adieu,  no  time  in  this  fhould  wafted  be, 
 Go  then,  and  boaft  I  once  made  Vows  for  thee. 
 
 S    C    E    N    E    V. 
 
 Cœfar,    Cleopatra^    Ayiîomus,    Lcpidus, 
 AchoreuS)  Lharmi07i. 
 
 Caf.  Her  Virtue,  and  their  Crime,  alike  amaze  : 
 Queen,  you  perceive  for  whom  your  Goodnefs  prays, 
 
 Cle.  That,  now,  no  more  againffc  your  Juftice  lights, 
 Go  (Sir)  revenge  all  violated  Rights: 
 My  Ruin,  they  much  more  than  yours  defire: 
 The  Traitors  do  againft  my  Right  confpire, 
 
 Bb  2  As 
 
372  POMPEE. 
 
 Leur  rage  pour  l'abatre  attaque  mon  foil  tien, 
 Et  par  voftre  trépas  cherche  unpajfage  au  mien. 
 Mais  parmy  ces  trmfports  d'une  jufte  colère 
 Je  ne  puis  oublier  que  leur  Chef  eft  mon  frère ', 
 Le  fçaurez-vous,  Seigneur ,  &  pGiirray-je  obtenir 
 Que  ce  cœur  irrité  daigne  s'en  fouvenir  ? 
 
 Cef.  Oùy%  je  mefouviendray  que  ce  cœur  magnanime 
 Au  bonheur  defon  fang  veut  pardonner  J on  crime. 
 Adieu,  ne  craignez  rien,  Achillas,  &  Thotin 
 Ne  font  pas  gens  à  vaincre  un  fi puijfant  T)  eft  in. 
 <pour  les  mettre  en  déroute  y  eux  &  tous  leurs  complices  y 
 Je  nyay  qu'à  déployer  l'appareil  des  fupplices, 
 Et  pour  foldats  choifts  envoyer  des  bourreaux, 
 Qui  pourtent  hautement  mes  haches  pour  drapeaux. 
 
 [Cefar  rentre  avec  îes  Romains. 
 
 Cle.  Ne  quittez  pas  Ce  far,  allez,  cher  Achorée* 
 'Repouffer  avec  luy  ma  mort  qu'on  a  jurée, 
 Et  quand  il  punira  nos  lâches  ennemis^ 
 Faites-le  fouvenir  de  ce  qu'il  m'a  promis, 
 Ayez  l'œil  fur  le  Roy  dans  ta  chaleur  des  armes, 
 Et  confervez  fon  fang  pour  épargner  mes  larmes. 
 
 Acho.  Madame,  affeurez-vous  qu'il  ne  peut  y  périr 
 Si  mon  zèle  &  mes  foins  peuvent  le  fecourir. 
 
 ACTE 
 
T  O  M  T  F  1.  373 
 
 As  my  Support,  againil  you  they  defign, 
 
 And,  by  your  Death,  would  make  their  way  to  mine. 
 
 Bu<  though  all  this  be  to  my  Anger  known, 
 
 Yet  'tis  my  brother  flill  that  leads  the  m  on. 
 
 Do  you  know  that  Sir,  and  may  I  obtain, 
 
 It  your  deferved  Fury  may  reftrain. 
 
 Caf.  Yes,  I'll  remember^  your  Heart  is  fo  great. 
 That,  for  his  Birth's  fake,  you  his  Crime  forget. 
 Adieu,  fear  nothing,  for  thefe  are  not  Foes, 
 That  can  the  Fortune  of  my  Arms  oppofc. 
 Them,  and  their  Party,  I  (hall  quickly  rout, 
 When  I  to  them  but  Whips  and  Racks  bring  out: 
 They  (hall  not  Soldier?,   but  Tormentors,  ffeej 
 And  now  my  Axes  lhall  my  Enfigns  be. 
 
 [Exit  Gffar, 
 
 Cle.  Dear  Achoreus^  after  de  far  go, 
 With  him  prevent  my  threatned  Overthrow  : 
 And  when  he  puniflies  our  worthlefb  Foes, 
 Make  him  remember  what  his  Promife  owes. 
 Obferve  the  King,  when  he  in  fight  appears, 
 And  fpare  his  Blood,  that  you  may  fpare  my  Tears. 
 
 Acho.  Madam,  his  Fortune  (hall  no  Sorrow  need, 
 If  all  my  Care  and  Service  can  fucceed. 
 
 Bb  :•  After 
 
374  <P  O  AIT  E  T. 
 
 After  the  fourth  Aft,  Cleopatra  fits  hearkening 
 to  this  SONG. 
 
 PRoud  Monuments  of  Royal  T>ujl  \ 
 T>o  not  your  old  Foundations  Jhake, 
 And  labour  to  rejîgn  their  Jrufl  ? 
 For  fur e  your  mighty  Guejls  fhould  wakc> 
 Now  their  own  Memphis  lies  at  flake. 
 
 Alas  I  in  vain  our  *D  anger  s  call} 
 
 They  care  not  for  our  *Deflinyy 
 Nor  will  they  be  concerned  at  ally 
 
 i/Egypt  now,  enfavyd,  or  free, 
 
 A  Kingdom  or  a  Trovtnce  be. 
 
 What  is  become  of  all  they  did} 
 And  what  of  all  they  had  defïgnd  > 
 
 Now  T)eath  the  bufie  Scene  hath  hidy 
 Where  y  but  in  Story  yfh  all  we  find 
 Thofe great  Uiflurbers  of  Mankind? 
 
 When  Men  their  quiet  Minutes  fpent 
 
 Where  Myrtles  grew,  and  Fountains  purFd, 
 
 As  fafe  as  they  were  Innocent  : 
 
 What  angry  God  among  them  hurl'd 
 Ambit  ion >  to  undoe  the  World? 
 
 What 
 
<P  O  M  T  E  T.  -75 
 
 What  is  the  Charm  of  being  Great? 
 Which  oft  is  gain' d  und  loft  with  Sin: 
 
 Or  if  w*  attain  a  Royal  Stat 
 
 JVith  Guilt le fs  Steps,  what  do  we  win9 
 If  Love  and  Honour  fight  within  ? 
 
 Honour  y  the  Bright  nefs  of  the  Mind  I 
 And  Love9  her  nobleft  Extafie  : 
 
 That  does  our  felves,  this  others  bind. 
 When  you,  great  Tair^fhall  difigree, 
 What  Cafuifi  can  the  Umpire  be  ? 
 
 Though  Love  does  all  the  Heart  fubdue> 
 
 With  gent  Is,  but  refijllefs  Sway  , 
 Tet  Honour  tnufl  that  govern  too  : 
 
 And  when  thus  Honour  wins  the  T)ay, 
 
 Love  overcomes  the  braveft  way. 
 
 Bb  4  ACT 
 
576  POMPEE. 
 
 ACTE  V.   SCENE  I. 
 
 Cornelie  temant  une petite  Urne  en  fa  main,  Philippe. 
 
 CoRNELIE. 
 
 [fonge 
 
 M  Esyeux^puis-jevous  croire, & n9efl-ce point  un 
 Qui  fur  mes  trifles vœux  a  formé  ce  menfonge^ 
 Te  revoy-je,  Philippe,  &  cet  ef poux  fi  cher 
 A -fil  receu  de  toy  les  honneurs  du  bûcher  ? 
 Cette  Urne  que  je  tiens  continent-elle  fa  cendre? 
 O  vous,  à  ma  douleur  objet  terrible,  &  tendre , 
 kernel  entretien  de  haine,  &  de  pitié ', 
 Refle  du  grand  Tompée,  écoutez,  fa  moitié. 
 N'attendez,  point  de  moy  de  regrets,  ny  de  larmes ', 
 Un  grand  cœur  à  fes  maux  applique  d'autres  charmes  % 
 Les  foibles  déplaifirs  s'amufent  à  par 1er , 
 Et  quiconque  fe  plaint  cherche  à  fe  confoler. 
 Moy,  je  jure  des  T)ieux  la  puiffance  fuprême, 
 Et  pour  dire  encor  plus,  je  jure  par  vous-mefme} 
 Car  vous  pouvez  bien  plus  Jur  ce  cœur  affligé 
 
 ue  le  refpe£l  des  T)ieux  qui  Pont  mal  protégé: 
 Le  jure  donc  par  vous,  o  pitoyable  refle , 
 La  Divinité  feule  après  ce  coup  funefle, 
 Tar  vous,  quifeul  icy  pouvez  me  foulager, 
 %>e  tf  efteindre  jamais  l'ardeur  de  le  vanger. 
 Tîolomée  a  Ce  far  par  un  lâche  artifice, 
 Rome,  de  ton  Tompée  a  fait  unfacrifice, 
 
 Et 
 
■T  O  M  T  È  T.  377 
 
 ACT  V.   SCENE  I. 
 
 Cornelia  with  a  little  Urne  in  her  hand,  and  Thilip. 
 Cor  n  e  j.  i  a. 
 
 M  Ay  I  believe  my  Eyes?  or  does  this  fight 
 Delude  me,  with  Chimeras  of  the  Night? 
 Do  I  behold  Thee,  "Philip  ?  and  didft  Thou 
 Funeral  Rites  to  my  lov'd  Lord  allow? 
 His  Allies  does  this  Urne  contain?  OView! 
 At  once  fo  terrible  and  tender  too  ! 
 Eternal  Food  of  Sorrow  and  of  Hate, 
 All  of  great  Tompey  that  is  fpar'd  by  Fate. 
 Exped:  not  I  a  Tear  to  you  fhould  pay, 
 For  Great  Souls  eafe  their  Griefs  another  way. 
 Shallow  Affligions,  by  Complaints  are  fed: 
 And  who  laments,  would  fain  be  comforted. 
 But  I  have  fworn  by  all  that  we  Adore  $ 
 And  by  your  felf  (fad  Objeft)  which  is  more  5 
 (For  my  griev'd  Heart  does  more  to  you  fubmir, 
 Than  to  thofe  Gods  who  fo  illguarded  it,  J 
 By  you  J  fwear  it  then  (Mournful  Remain, 
 My  only  Deity,  now  he  is  flainj 
 That  no  Extinction,  or  Decay,  (hall  be 
 In  that  Revenge  which  rauft  enoble  me. 
 
 To  Cafary  Ttolomy>  by  bafe  Surprize, 
 Rome,  of  thy  Tomfeyy  made  a  Sacrifice. 
 
 And 
 
378  POMPE  E, 
 
 Et  je  n'entrer  ay  point  dans  tes  murs  defolez, 
 Que  le  Treflre  &  le  Dieu  ne  luy  foient  immolez. 
 Faites -m'en  fouvenir,  &  foutenezma  haine, 
 O  cendres,  mon  efpoir  auffi-bien  que  ma  peine ', 
 Et  pour  m' aider  un  jour  à  perdre  fon  vainqueur -, 
 Verfez  dans  tous  les  cœurs  ce  que  reffent  mon  cœur. 
 
 Toy  qui  Pas  honoré  fur  cette  infâme  rive 
 *D une  flame  pieufe  autant  comme  chetive, 
 *Dy-moy,  quel  bon  'Demon  a  mis  en  ton  pouvoir 
 *De  rendre  à  ce  Héros  ce  funèbre  devoir. 
 
 Phil,  lout  couvert  de  fon  fang,  &plus  mort  que  luy- 
 Apres  avoir  cent  fois  maudit  le  'Diadème,    [rnefme. 
 Madame,  j'ay  porté  mes  pas  &  mes  fanglots 
 'Du  copié  que  le  vent  poujf oit  encor  les  flots. 
 Je  cours  long-temps  en  vain,  mais  enfin  d'une  roche 
 J'en  découvre  le  tronc  vers  un  fable  affez  proche^ 
 OU  la  vague  en  couroux  fembloit  prendre plaifîr 
 A  feindre  de  le  rendre  &  puis  s'en  rejfaifïr. 
 Je  m\y  jette,  &  l'embraffe,  &  le  pouffe  au  rivage, 
 Et  ramaffant  fous  luy  le  débris  d*un  naufrage 
 Je  luy  dreffe  un  bûcher  à  la  hafle  &  fans  art l, 
 Tel  que  je  pus  fur  l'heure,  &  qu'il  plût  au  hazard. 
 A  peine  brûlot-il,  que  le  Ciel  plus  propice 
 M' envoyé  un  compagnon  en  ce  pieux  office \ 
 Cordus,  un  vieux  Romain  qui  demeure  en  ces  lieux, 
 Retournant  de  la  ville  y  détourne  les  yeux, 
 Es  n'y  voyant  qu'un  tronc  dont  la  te  fie  efi  coupée, 
 A  cette  trifle  marque  il  reconnoit  Tompée. 
 
 Sou- 
 
5P  O  M  <P  ET.  579 
 
 And  I  thy  injur'd  Walls  will  never  fee, 
 Till  ftieft  and  God,  to  him  (hall  offer'd  be. 
 Put  me  in  mind,  and  my  juft  Hate  fuftain, 
 
 0  Aflies  !  now  my  Hope  as  well  as  Pain. 
 And  to  aflift  me  in  that  great  Defign, 
 
 Shed  in  all  Hearts,  what  now  is  felt  by  mine. 
 But  Thou,  who  on  fo  infamous  a  Shore, 
 Gav'll  him  a  Flame,  fo  Pious,  though  fo  Poor  • 
 Tell  me,  what  God  thy  Fortune  made  fo  great, 
 To  pay  to  fuch  a  Hero  fuch  a  Debt  ) 
 
 Thtl.  Cover'd  with  Blood,  and  much  more  dead  than 
 When  I  had  curs'd  the  Royal  Treachery,  [he  $ 
 
 My  wandring  Feet  were  by  my  Grief  convey 'd, 
 Where  yet  the  Wind  upon  the  Water-plaid  : 
 After  long  fearch,  I  on  a  Rock  did  ftand, 
 And  faw  the  Headlefs  Trunk  approach  the  Sand  : 
 Where  th'angry  Wave  a  Pleafure  feem'd  to  take 
 To  caft  it  off,  and  then  to  fnatch  it  back  : 
 
 1  to  it  leap'd,  and  thruft  it  to  the  Banks  ; 
 Then  gathering  a  heap  of  Shipwrack'd  Planks, 
 An  hafty,  artlefs  Pile,  I  to  him  rais'd, 
 
 Such  as  I  could,  and  fuch  as  Fortune  pleas'd. 
 Twas  hardly  kindled,    when  Heav'n  grew  fo  kind 
 To  fend  me  help,  in  what  I  had  defign  d. 
 Codrusy  an  Ancient  Romany  who  lives  here, 
 Returning  from  the  City,  fpy'd  me  there  -, 
 And  when  he  did  a  headlefs  Carcafs  view, 
 By  that  fad  Mark  alone  he  Tornpey  knew  : 
 
 Then 
 
38o  POMPEE. 
 
 Soudain  la  larme  à  l'œil,  6  toy,  qui  que  tu  fois, 
 
 A  qui  le  Ciel  permet  de  fi  dignes  emplois. 
 
 Ton  fort  eft  bien,  dit -il,  autre  que  tu  ne  penfes, 
 
 Tu  crains  des  châtimens,  attens  des  recompenfes, 
 
 Cefar  eft  en  Egypte,  &  vange  hautement 
 
 Celuy  pour  qui  ton  zèle  a  tant  de  fentiment. 
 
 Tu  peux  f^ire  efclater  les  foins  qu'on  t  en  voit  prendre* 
 
 Tu  peux  mefme  à  fa  vefve  en  repqrtçr  la  cendre, 
 
 Son  vainqueur  fa  receuc  avec  tout  le  refpe^ 
 
 Qu'un  Dieu  pourroit  icy  trouver  à  fon  afped. 
 
 Achevé,  je  reviens.    //  part  &  m'abandonne^ 
 
 Et  rapporte  auljî-tojl  ce  vafe  qu'il  me  donne, 
 
 Ou  fa  main  &  la  mienne  enfin  ont  renfermé 
 
 Ces  refles  dun  Héros  par  le  feu  con  fumé. 
 
 Cor.  O  que  fa  pieté  mérite  de  louanges  ! 
 
 Phil.  En  entrant  j'ay  trouvé  des  defordres  étranges. 
 J'ay  veufuir  tout  un  Teuple  enfouie  vers  le  port, 
 Ou  le  Roy y  difoit-on,  s'efloit  fait  le  plus  fort  : 
 Les  Romains  pourfuivoient,  &  Cefar  dans  la  Tlace 
 Ruijfelante  du  Jang  de  cette  populace, 
 Montr  oit  de  fajujlice  un  exemple  affez  beau, 
 Laijfant  pajfer  T  hot  in  par  les  mains  d'un  bourreau. 
 Aiijfi-toft  qu'il  me  voit,  il  daigne  me  connoiflre, 
 Et  prenant  de  ma  main  les  cendres  de  mon  maijlre, 
 Reftes  d'un  Demydieu,  dont  à  peine  je  puis 
 Efgaler  le  grand  nom,  tout  vainqueur  que  j'en  fuis, 
 De  vos  traiftres,  dit-il,  voyez  punir  les  crimes, 
 Attendant  des  Autels  recevez  ces  vi&imes, 
 
 Bien 
 
<P  O  M?  E  T.  381 
 
 Then  weeping  faid,  Othou,  whoe'er  thou  art, 
 To  whom  the  Gods  fuch  Honours  do  impart, 
 Thy  Fortune's  greater  than  thou  doft  believe, 
 Thou  (halt  Rewards,  not  Pumfhments,  receive. 
 Cœfar's  in  Egypt >  and  Revenge  declares, 
 For  him  to  whom  thou  pay'it  thefe  Pious  Cares, 
 Thefe  Aihes  to  his  Widow  thou  may'ft  bear 
 In  Alexandria^  for  now  fhe  is  there, 
 By  *Po7npeyts  Conqueror  fo  entertain'd, 
 As  by  a  God  it  would  not  be  difdaind. 
 Go  on,  till  I  return:  This  faid,  he  went, 
 And  quickly  brought  me  this  fmall  Monument. 
 Then  we,  betwixt  us,  into  it  convey 'd, 
 That  Hero  s  Afhes  which  the  Fire  had  i^ade.rcrown>cj  » 
 Corn.  With  what  great  Praifes  fhould  this  Ad  be 
 Thil.  Entring  the  Town,  I  great  Diforders found j 
 A  numerous  People  to  the  Port  did  fly, 
 Which  they  believ'd  the  King  would  fortifie. 
 The  eager  Romans  fiercely  thefe  purfu'd, 
 Rage  in  their  Eyes,  their  Hands  with  Blood  imbrew'd. 
 When  O/^r,  with  brave  Juftice,  did  command 
 Tbotin  to  perifh  by  a  Hangman's  Hand; 
 On  me,  appearing,  he  vouch fafd  to  look, 
 And  with  thefe  Words  my  Matter's  Afhes  took» 
 Remainders  of  a  Demi-god!  whofe  Name 
 I  fcarce  can  equal,  Conqueror  as  I  am  5 
 Behold  Guilt  punifh'd,  and  till  Altars  call 
 For  other  Victims,  let  thefe  Traitors  fall. 
 
 Grea- 
 
322  POMPE  E. 
 
 Bien  d'autres  vont  les  fuivre,  <3c  toy,  cours  au  Palais 
 
 Porter  à  fa  moitié  ce  don  que  je  luy  fais, 
 
 Porter  à  fes  déplaifirs  cette  foible  allégeance, 
 
 Et  dy  luy  que  je  cours  achever  fa  vangeance. 
 
 Ce  grand  homme  a  ces  mots  me  quitte  enfoûpirant, 
 
 Bt  baife  avec  refpeët  ce  vafe  qiïil  me  rend. 
 
 Cor.  OJoûpris  !  o  refpett  !  ô  qu'il  eji  doux  de  plaindre 
 Le  fort  d'un  ennemy>  quand  il  riefl  plus  à  craindrel 
 Qu'avec  chaleur,  Thilippe,  on  court  a  le  vanger, 
 Quand  on  s* y  voir  forcé  par  fon  propre  danger, 
 Et  que  cet  inter  eft  qu'on  prend  pour  fa  mémoire 
 Fait  noftre  feur  été >  comme  il  croift  noftre  gloire  ! 
 Cefar  eft  généreux,  jen  veux  eflre  d'accord* 
 Mais  le  Roy  le  veut  perdre »,  &  fon  rival  eft  mort. 
 Sa  vertu  laiffe  lieu  de  douter  à  l'Envie 
 Ile  ce  qu'elle  fer  oit  s'il  le  voyoit  en  vie^ 
 *P our  grand  qu'en  f  oit  le  prix,  fon  peril  en  rabats 
 Cette  ombre  qui  la  couvre  en  affoiblit  l'éclat* 
 L'amour  mefme  s'y  méfie ,  &  le  force  à  combatre> 
 Quand  il  vange  Tompée  il  defend  Cleopatre. 
 Tant  d' inter  eft  s  font  joints  à  ceux  de  mon  époux, 
 Que  je  ne  devrois  rien  à  ce  qu' il  fait  pour  nous, 
 Si  comme  par  foy -mefme  un  grand  cœur  juge  un  autre, 
 Je  n'aimois  mieux  juger  fa  vertu  par  la  noftre , 
 Et  croire  que  nous  feuls  armons  ce  combatant* 
 Tarce  qu'au  point  qu'il  eft j'envoudrois  faire  autant. 
 
 SCENE 
 
T  O  MT  ET.  333 
 
 Greater  (hall  follow.     To  the  Court  go  thou. 
 
 On  Tompev's  Widow  this  from  me  beftow. 
 
 And  whilft  with  it  (he  makes  with  Grief  fome  truce, 
 
 Tell  her  how  Cafar  her  Revenge  purfues. 
 
 That  great  Man,  fighing,  then  from  me  did  turn, 
 
 And,  humbly  killing,  did  reftore  the  Urne. 
 
 Cor.  O  Formal  Grief!  how  eafie  is  that  Tear, 
 That's  Ihed  for  Foes  whom  we  no  longer  fear  ! 
 How  foon  Revenge  for  others  fills  that  Breaft, 
 Which  to  it,  is,  by  its  own  Danger  preft? 
 And  when  the  Care  we  take  to  right  the  dead 
 Secures  our  Life,  and  does  our  Glory  fpread. 
 de  far  is  generous,  'tis  true  -0  but  he, 
 By  the  King  wrong'd,  and  from  his  Rival  free, 
 Might  in  an  envious  Mind  a  Doubt  revive, 
 What  he  would  do,  wzrzTompey  yet  alive. 
 His  Courage,  his  own  Safety  does  provide, 
 Which  does  the  Beauty  of  his  Adtions  hide. 
 Love  is  concerned  in't  too,  and  he  does  light 
 In  Tompefs  Caufe,  for  Cleopatra's  Right. 
 So  many  Int'refts  with  my  Husband's  met,    • 
 Might  to  his  Virtue  take  away  my  Debt. 
 But  as  Great  Hearts  judge  by  themfelves  alone, 
 I  chufe  to  guefs  his  Honour  by  my  own  5 
 And  think  we  only  make  his  Fury  fuch, 
 Since  in  his  Fortune  I  fhould  do  as  much, 
 
 SCENE 
 
3&4  POMPE  Ê. 
 
 SCENE    IL 
 
 Cleopatre,  Cornelie,  Philippe,  Charmion. 
 
 Cle.  Je  ne  viens  pas  icy  pour  troubler  une  plaint? 
 Trop  jufte  à  la  douleur  dont  vous  eftes  atteinte*» 
 Je  viens  pour  rendre hommage aux cendres  d'un  Her o£ 
 Qu'un  fldelle  Affranchy  vient  d'arracher  aux  flots* 
 ¥our  le  plaindre  avec  vous,  &  vous  jurer*  Madame* 
 Que  faurois  confervé  ce  maiftre  de  voflre  ame* 
 Si  le  Ciel  qui  vous  traite  avec  trop  de  rigueur 
 M'en  euft  donné  laforce^  aujji-bien  que  le  cœur. 
 Si  pourtant  à  l'afpefl;  de  ce  qu'il  vous  renvoyé 
 Vos  douleurs  laijf oient  place  à  quelque  peu  de  joy  e* 
 Si  la  vangeance  avoit  dequoy  vous  foulager* 
 Je  vous  dirois  aajjî  qu'on  vient  de  vous  vanger, 
 Que  le  traiflre  Thotin....  vous  le  fçavez>peut-eftre? 
 
 Cor.Ouy  *'PrinceJfe,je  fçay  qu'on  a  puny  ce  traiflre m 
 
 Cle.  Un  fi  prompt  châtiment  vous  doit  efire  bien 
 doux. 
 
 Cor.  SU  a  quelque  douceur*elleneftque  pour  vous. 
 
 Cle   Tousles  cœurs  trouvent  doux  lefuccez  qu'ils 
 efperent. 
 
 Cor.  Comme  nos  intere ft  s  nos  fentimens  different. 
 Si  Ce  far  à  fa  mort  joint  celle  d' Achillas* 
 Vous  eftes  fat  is  faite*  &  je  ne  la  fuis  pas. 
 
 Aux 
 
<P  O  M?  E  T.  33S 
 
 SCENE    II. 
 
 Ceopatra,  Charmion^   Cornelia,  Thilip. 
 
 Cle.  I  come  not  to  difturb  a  Grief,  fo  due 
 To  that  Atfliâion  which  hath  wounded  you  : 
 But  thofe  Remains  t'adore,  which  from  the  Wave 
 A  faithful  F  reed-man  did  fo  lately  fave  : 
 To  mourn  your  Fortune,  Madam,  and  to  fwear 
 You'd  ftill  enjoy 'd  a  Man  fo  juftly  dear. 
 If  Heaven,  which  did  perfccute  you  ftill. 
 Had  made  my  Power  equal  to  my  Will. 
 Yet  if,  to  what  that  Heaven  fends  you  now, 
 Your  Grief  can  any  room  for  Joy  allow  * 
 If  any  Sweetnefs  in  Revenge  there  be, 
 Receive  the  Certainty  of  yours  from  me. 
 The  falfe  Thotinus But  you  may  have  heard. 
 
 Cor.  Yes,  Princefs,  that  he  hath  his  juft  Reward. 
 
 Cle.   Have  you  no  Comfort  in  that  News  di- 
 fcern'd?  \ 
 
 Cor.  If  there  be  any,  you  are  mod  concernd. 
 
 Cle.  All  Hearts  with  Joy  receive  a  wilh'd  Event. 
 
 Cor.  Our  Thoughts  are,  as  our  Int'refts,  diffe- 
 rent. 
 Though  Cœfar  add  Achillas  Death,  'twill  be 
 To  you  a  Sarbfaftion,  not  to  me  : 
 
 Cc  For 
 
386  POMPEE. 
 
 Aux  Manes  de  Tompée  il  faut  une  autre  offrande, 
 La  viftime  eft  trop  baffe,  &  l'injure  efttrop  grande ', 
 Et  ce  n' eft  pas  un  fang  que  pour  la  reparer 
 Son  Ombre  &  ma  douleur  daignent  confîderer. 
 L'ardeur  de  le  vanger  dans  mon  ame  allumée 
 En  attendant  Ce  far  demande  Ttolomée. 
 Tout  indigne  qu'il  eft  de  vivre,  &  de  régner ', 
 Jefçay  bien  que  Ce  far  fe  force  a  l'épargner  -, 
 Mais  quoy  que  f on  amour  ait  ofé  vous  pr  omettre  > 
 Le  Ciel  plus  jufle  enfin  n'ofera  le  permettre, 
 Et  s'il  peut  une  fois  écouter  tous  mes  vœux, 
 IPar  la  main  l'un  de  l'autre  ils  périront  tous  deux. 
 Mon  ame  à  ce  bonheur ,  fi  le  Ciel  me  l'envoyé, 
 Oublîrafes  douleurs  pour  s'ouvrir  a  la  joy  e, 
 Mais  fi  ce  grand  fouhait  demande  trop  pour  moy, 
 Si  vous  n'en  perdez  qu'un,  o  Ciel,  perdez  le  Roy. 
 
 Cle.  Le  Ciel  fur  nos  fouhait  s  ne  règle  pas  lechofes. 
 
 Cor.  Le  Ciel  règle fouvent  les  effet  s  fur  les  caufesy 
 Et  rend  aux  criminels  ce  qu'ils  ont  mérité, 
 
 Cle.  Comme  de  la  juflice,  il  a  de  la  bonté. 
 
 Cor.  Ouy^mais  il  fait  juger,  à  voir  comme  ilcommen- 
 Que  fa  juflice  agit,  &  non-pas  fa  clémence.         [ce. 
 
 Cle.  Souvent  de  la  juftice  ilpajfe  à  la  douceur. 
 
 Cor.  Reine  je  parle  en  vefve,&  vous  parlez  enfœury 
 Chacune  afonfujet  d aigreur,  ou  de  tendreffe, 
 Qui  dans  le  fort  du  Roy  juftement  l'interejfe. 
 apprenons  par  le  fang  qu'on  aura  répandu^ 
 A  quels  fouhait  s  le  Ciel  a  la  mieux  répondu, 
 Voicy  vofire  Achorée,  SCENE 
 
T  O  M  T  E  7.  387 
 
 For  nobler  Cites  to  Tâmjtejr's  Ghoft  belong, 
 Thefc  are  too  mean  to  expi  itc  his  Wrong. 
 No  Reparation  by  fuch  L>lood  is  made, 
 Either  to  my  Graf,  or  his  injtlr'd  Shade; 
 And  the  Revenge  which  docs  my  Soul  enflamc, 
 Till  it  bath  Cœfar,  Ttolomy  doth  cl  lira  ; 
 Who  though  fo  much  unfit  to  reign  or  live, 
 C<efar,  I  know,  will  for  his  Safety  drive. 
 But  though  his  Love  hath  dar'd  to  promife  it, 
 Yet  j ufter  Heaven  dares  it  not  permit. 
 And  if  the  Gods  an  Ear  to  me  afford, 
 They  (hall  both  perifh  by  each  others  Sword: 
 Such  an  Event  would  my  Heart's  Grief  deftroy, 
 Which  now  is  fuch  a  Stranger  grown  to  Joy. 
 But  if  ye,  Gods,  think  this  too  great  a  thing, 
 And  but  one  fall,  O  let  it  be  the  King  ! 
 
 Cle.  Hcav'n  does  not  govern  as  our  Wills  direct. 
 
 Cor.  Dut  Gods,  what  caufes  promife,  will  effect, 
 And  do  the  guilty  with  Revenge  purfue. 
 
 Cle.  As  they  have  Juftice,  they  have  Mercy  too. 
 
 Cor.  But  we  may  judge,  as  here  Events  have  pail. 
 They  now  the  rirft  will  aft,  and  not  the  lift. 
 
 Cle.  Their  Mercy  oft  does  thro'  their  Juftice  break. 
 
 Cor.  Queen,  you  as  Sifter,  I  as  Widow  fpeak. 
 Each  hath  her  Caufe  of  Kindnefs  and  of  Hate, 
 And  both  concerne!  are  in  this  Prince's  Fate. 
 But  by  the  Blood  which  hath  to  Day  been  died, 
 We  (hall  perceive  whofe  vows  have  better  fped. 
 Behold  your  Achoreus.  SCENE 
 
S83  POMPEE. 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 
 Cornelie,  Cleopatre,  A  chores,  Philippe,  Charmion. 
 
 Cle.  Helas  !  fur  fon  vif  age 
 Rien  ne  s'offre  à  mes  yeux  que  de  mauvais  prefage. 
 
 Ne  nous  dé  gui  fez  rien,  parlez  fans  me  flat  er, 
 Qu'ayje  à  craindre,  Achorée,  ou  qu'ayje  a  regretter 
 
 Acho  Auffi to ft  que  Ce  far  euftfceu  la  perfidie 
 
 Cle.  Ah  !  ce  ri  eft  pas  fes  foins  que  je  veux  qu'on  me 
 Je  ffay  qu'il  fit  trancher  &  clone  ce  conduit     \die% 
 *Par  où  ce  grand  fee  our  s  devoit  eftre  introduit, 
 Qu'il  manda  tous  les  fiens  poUr  s'affeurer  la  Tlace% 
 Où  'Photin  a  receu  le  prix  de  fon  audace, 
 Que  dun  fi  prompt  fupptice  Achillas  étonné 
 à9 eft  ai fê ment  faifi  du  port  abandonné, 
 Que  le  Roy  l'a  fuivy,  qii  Antoine  a  mis  à  terre 
 Ce  que  dans  fes  vaiffeaux  refioit  de  gens  de  guerre, 
 Qite  Ce  far  Va  rejoint,  ù  je  ne  doute  pas 
 Qu'il  n'ait  f^eu  vaincre  encor,  &  punir  Achillas. 
 
 Acho.Oiiy,  Madame,  on  a  v  eu  fon  bonheur  ordinaire.. 
 
 Cle.  cDites-moy  feulement  s'il  a  fauve  mon  frère, 
 S'il  m'a  tenu  prome fife. 
 
 Acho.  Oiif%  de  tout  fon  pouvoir. 
 
 Cle.  Cejl  là  l'unique  point  que  je  voulois  fçavoir. 
 Madame,  vous  voyez,  les  T)ieux  m'ont  écoutée. 
 
 Cor.  Ils  n'ont  que  différé  la  peine  méritée. 
 
 Cle. 
 
?  O  M  P  E  T.  3s9 
 
 S    C    E    N     E    III. 
 
 To  them  Ac  h  or  eus. 
 
 Cle.  But  alis! 
 I  reed  no  good  Prefagts  in  his  Face 5 
 Speak  Achoreus,  let  us  freely  hear 
 What  yet  deferves  my  Sorrow,  or  my  Fear. 
 
 Acho.  Asfoon  as Cafar  die!  the  Treafon  know  : 
 
 Cle.  'Tis  not  his  Conduét  I  enquire  of  now, 
 I  know  he  cut  and  ftopt  that  fefcret  Vault 
 Which  to  him  fhould  the  Murtherers  have  brought, 
 That  tofecure  the  Streets  his  Men  he  fent, 
 Where  Thotin  did  receive  his  Punifhment; 
 Whofe  fudden  Fall  Achillas  10  amaz'd, 
 That  on  th'abandon'd  Port  he  quickly  feiz'dj 
 Whom  the  King  foliow'd,  and  that,  to  the  Land  . 
 Antorims  all  his  Soldiers  did  command. 
 Where  Cœfar  join'd  him,  and  I  thence  do  guefs 
 Achillas  Punifhment,  and  his  Succefs. 
 
 Ac  ho.  His  ufual  Fortune  her  Afliftance  gave. 
 
 Cle.  But  tell  me  if  he  did  my  Brother  fave, 
 And  kept  his  Promife. 
 
 Acho.  YeF,  with  all  his  might. 
 
 Cle.  That's  all  the  News  I  wifli'd  you  to  recite. 
 Madam,  you  fee  the  Gods  my  Prayers  heard. 
 
 Cor.  They  only  have  his  Punishment  àtkxtà. 
 
 Ce  3  Cle. 
 
35>o  P  O  M  P  E  E. 
 
 Cle.  Vous  la  vouliez  fur  l'heure,  ils  l'en  ontgaranty. 
 
 Acho.  Il  faudroit  quà  nos  vœux  il  euft  mieux  con- 
 fenty.  [tendre  ? 
 
 Clz.Qiie  difiez>-vous  n'aguere,&  que  viensfed'en- 
 Accordez,  ces  difcours  que  j  ay  peine  à  comprendre. 
 
 Acho.  Aucuns  ordres \ny  Joins  n'ont  pu  le  fecourir9 
 Malgré  Ce  far  y  &  nous  il  a  voulu  périr  ; 
 Mais  il  eft  mort,  Madame,  avec  toutes  les  marques 
 Que  puiffent  laiffer  deux  les  plus  dignes  Monarque  s  y 
 Sa  vertu  r appellee  a  foûtenufon  rang, 
 Et  fa  perte  aux  Romains  a  confié  bien  du  fang. 
 
 Il  comb  at  oit  Antoine  avec  tant  de  cour  age  y 
 Qu'il  emportoit  de  fia  fur  luy  quelque  avantage, 
 Mais  l'abord  de  Ce  far  a  changé  le  ^De/lin  : 
 Auffi-tofl  Achillas  fuit  le  fort  de  T  hot  in, 
 Il  meurt \  mais  d'une  ?nort  trop  belle  pour  untraiflre, 
 Les  armes  à  la  main  en  defendant  f on  maiflre. 
 Le  vainqueur  crie  en  vain  qu'on  épargne  le  Roy, 
 Ces  mots  au  lieu  d'efpoir  luy  donnent  de  Peffroy  ; 
 Son  efprit  alarmé  les  croit  un  artifice 
 Tour  refer  ver  fa  tefle  à  l'affront  d'unfupplice. 
 Il  pouffe  dans  nos  rangs,  il  les  perce,  &  fait  voir 
 Ce  que  peut  la  vertu  qu'arme  le  defefpoir, 
 Et/on  cœur  emporté  par  l'erreur  qui  l'abufe 
 Cherche  par  tout  la  mort  que  chacun  luy  refufe. 
 Enfin  perdant  haleine  après  ces  grands  efforts, 
 Très  d'eftre  environné,  fes  meilleurs  foldats  mort s ; 
 Il  voit  quelques  fuyards  fauter  dans  une  barque, 
 Il  s'y  jette,  &  lesfïens  quifuivent  leur  Monarque* 
 
 "D'un 
 
P  O  M?  ET.  391 
 
 Cle.  Youwidi'dit  now;  but  they  have  him  fecurM. 
 Acho.  OrCétfa/hàài  if  he  had  Life  ci  dufc'd. 
 Cle.  What  fiiJ  you  laft?  Or  did  I  rightly  Ik 
 
 Oh  !  quickly  your  obfeure  Difcourfcs  clear. 
 
 Acho.  Neither  your  Cares  nor  ourscould  five  him, 
 Would  die  in  fpight  of  O/itfr,  and  of  You  :      [who 
 But,  Madam,  in  the  noblefl  way  hedy'd, 
 That  ever-falling  Monarch  dignifid: 
 His  reftor'd  Virtue  did  his  Birth  make  pood, 
 And  to  the  Romans  dearly  fold  his  BlooJ. 
 He  fousht  Antonius  with  fuch  noble  Heat, 
 That  on  him  he  did  fome  Advantage  get: 
 But  Cœfars  coming  alter'd  the  Event , 
 Achillas  there  after  Thotinus  went  : 
 But  fo  as  him  did  too  much  Honour  bring  ^ 
 With  Sword  in  hand  he  perifh'd  for  his  King. 
 O  fpare  the  King,  in  vain  the  Conqueror  cry'd* 
 To  him  no  Hope  but  Terror  it  imply'd. 
 For,  frighted,  he  thought  Cœfar  did  intend 
 But  to  referve  him  to  a  lhameful  Kind. 
 He  charg'd,  and  broke  our  Ranks,  bravely  to  (Lew 
 What  Virtue  armed  by  Defpair  can  do. 
 By  this  Miftake  his  vexed  Soul  abusJj^ 
 Still  fought  the  Death  which  ftilwas  him  refus'J. 
 Breathlefs  at  laft,  with  having  fought  and  bled, 
 Encompafs'd  round,  and  his  beft  Soldiers  dead, 
 Into  a  Veffel  which  was  near  he  leaps, 
 And  follow'd  w?as  by  fuch  tumultuous  Heaps, 
 
 Cc  4,  As 
 
392  T  O  M<P  E  T. 
 
 T>  'un  fi grand  nombre  enfouie  accablent  ce  vaiffeau, 
 Que  la  Mer  l'engloutit  avec  tout  f on  fardeau. 
 
 Ceft  ainfî  que  fa  mort  luy  rend  toute  fa  gloire, 
 A  vous  toute  l'Egypte,  à  Ce  far  la  vittoire, 
 Il  vous  proclame  Reine,  ô*  bien  qu'aucun  Romain 
 *D u  fang  que  vous  pleurez  n'ait  veu  rougir  fa  main* 
 Il  nous  fait  voir  à  tous  un  déplaiftr  extrême, 
 Ilfôupire,  il  gémit  :  mais  le  voicy  luy -me [me, 
 Qui  pourra  mieux  que  moy  vous  montrer  la  douleur 
 Qiie  luy  donne  du  Roy  l'invincible  malheur. 
 
 S    C    E    N    E    IV. 
 
 Cefar,  Cornelie,  Cleopatre,  Antoine,  Lepide, 
 
 Achorée,  Charmion,  Philippe. 
 Cor. Ce  far  >  ticns-mnyparole^a*  me  rends  mes  galères^ 
 Achillas  &  T  hot  in  ont  receu  leurs  falaires, 
 Leur  Roy  n'a  pu  jouir  de  ton  cœur  adoucy^ 
 Et  Tompée  eft  vangé  ce  qu'il  peut  l'eftre  icy. 
 Je  riy  fçaurois  plus  voir  qtiun  funefte  rivage 
 Qui  de  leur  attentat  m'offre  [horrible  image> 
 Ta  nouvelle  viftoire,  &  le  bruit  éclatant       r  aant 
 Qu'aux  changeons  de  Roy  pouffe  un  Teuple  incon- 
 Et  par  my  ces  oTpk  ce  qui  le  plus  m'afflige, 
 Ceft  d'y  revoir  toujours  l'ennemy  qui  m'oblige. 
 Laiffe-moy  m  affranchir  de  cette  indignité, 
 Et  fouffre  que  ma  haine  agijfe  en  liberté. 
 JLt  cet  empreffement  jadjoûte  une  requefte, 
 Voy  [Urne  de  Towpée>  il  y  manque  fa  teftey 
 
 Ne 
 
<P  O  M  ?  ET.  35>3 
 
 As,  by  their  Number  owrnreft,  the  Ship 
 With  all  its  Fraight  was  fwallow'd  in  the  Deep. 
 This  Death  recovers  all  his  loft  Renown, 
 Cives Cafar  Fame,  and  You  th'  c/EgvprianCrown: 
 You  were  proclaim'd,  and  though  no  Roman  Sword 
 Had  touch'd  the  Life  fo  much  by  you  dcplorV, 
 Cœfar  extreamly  did  concern'd  appear  5 
 Hefighs,  and  he  complains:  But  fee  him  here, 
 Who  better  can  than  I  his  Griefs  relate> 
 For  the  unhappy  King's  refiftlefs  Fate. 
 
 SCENE    IV. 
 
 To  them  Cajar,  Antonius>  Lepidus. 
 
 Cor.  Cœfar,  be  juft,  and  me  my  Gallies  yield; 
 Achillas  and  Thotinus  both  are  kill'd  ; 
 Nor  could  thy  foftned  Heart  their  Mailer  fave, 
 And  Tompey,  here,  no  more  Revenge  can  have. 
 This  fatal  Shore  nothing  does  me  prefent, 
 Rut  rh'Image  of  .their  horrible  Attempt, 
 And  thy  new  Conquefl,  with  the  giddy  noife 
 Of  People  who  in  Change  of  Kings  rejoyce: 
 But  what  afflicts  me  moft,  is  (till  to  fee 
 Such  an  obliging  Enemy  in  Thee. 
 Releafe  me  then  from  this  inglorious  Pain, 
 And  fet  rny  Hate  at  Liberty  again. 
 But  yet,  before  I  go,  I  rauft  requeft 
 The  Head  oiTompcy  with  his  Bones  may  reft. 
 
 Give 
 
394  POMPE  E. 
 
 Ne  me  la  retiens  plus,  ceft  l'unique  faveur 
 "Dont  je  te  puis  encor  prier  avec  honneur. 
 
 Cef.  lleft  jufle>  &  Ce  far  eft  tout  pr  eft  de  vous  rendre. 
 Ce  refte  où  vous  avez  tant  de  droit  de  prétendre  \ 
 Mais  il  eftjufte  aujfi  qiï  après  tant  de  fanglots 
 A  fes  Manes  err  ans  nous  rendions  le  repos  s 
 6>u'un  bûcher  allumé  par  ma  main,  &  la  voftre 
 Le  vange  pleinement  de  la  honte  de  Vautre, 
 6)ue  fin  Ombre  s'appaife  en  voyant  noftre  ennuy, 
 Et  qu'une  Urne  plus  digne,  &  de  vous,  &  de  luyf 
 Après  la  flame  éteinte  &  les  pompes  finies, 
 Renferme  avec  éclat  fes  cendres  reunies. 
 "De  cette  mefme  main  dont  il  fut  combatu 
 Il  verra  des  Autels  dreffez  a  fa  vertu, 
 Il  recevra  des  vœux,  de  l'encens,  des  vi£times> 
 Sans  recevoir  par  là  d honneurs  que  legitimes. 
 Tour  ces  juftes  devoirs  je  ne  veux  que  demain, 
 Ne  me  refufezpas  ce  bonheur  fouverain, 
 Faites  un  peu  deforce  a  voftre  impatience, 
 Vous  eftes  libre  après,  partez*  en  diligence, 
 "Portez  à  noftre  Rome  un  fi  digne  trefor, 
 
 "Portez 
 
 Cor.  Nonpas,  Ce  far,  non  pas  à  Rome  encor. 
 Il  faut  que  ta  défaite^  que  tes  funérailles 
 A  cette  cendre  aimée  en  ouvre  les  murailles, 
 Et  quoy  quelle  la  tienne  aujfi  chère  que  moy, 
 Elle  n'y  doit  rentrer  qu'en  triomphant  de  toy. 
 
 Je 
 
<P  O  M  9  E  T.  395 
 
 Give  it  me  then,  as  that  alone,  which  yet 
 I  can  with  Honour  at  thy  Hands  intreat. 
 
 Gef.  You  may  fo  juftly  that  Remainder  claim, 
 That  to  deny  it  would  be  Cafard  Shame  : 
 But  it  is  tit,  after  fo  many  Woes, 
 That  we  fhould  give  his  wandring  Shade  repofe, 
 And  that  a  Pile,  which  You  and  I  enflame, 
 From  the  iirft  mean  one  refcue  Tompefs  Name. 
 That  he  fhould  be  appeas'd  our  Grief  to  view^ 
 And  that  an  Urn  more  worthy  him  and  you 
 May  (the  Pomp  done,  and  Fire  extind:  again) 
 His  re-united  Afhes  entertain. 
 This  Arm,  which  did  fo  long  with  him  debate, 
 Shall  Altars  to  his  Virtue  dedicate, 
 Offer  him  Vows,  Incenfe,  and  Viftims  too, 
 And  yet  fhall  give  him  nothing  but  his  Due. 
 I  but  to  morrow  for  thefe  Rites  require, 
 Refufe  me  not  the  Favour  I  defire  * 
 But  flay  till  thefe  Solemnities  be  part, 
 And  then  you  may  refume  your  eager  Hafte. 
 Bring  to  our  Rome  a  Treafury  fo  great, 
 
 That  Relique  bear 
 
 Cor.  Not  thither,  Cœfar,  yet. 
 Till  firft  thy  Ruin,  granted  me  by  Fate, 
 To  thefe  lov'd  Afhes  fhall  unlock  the  Gate  -, 
 And  thither  (though  as  dear  to  Rome  as  me) 
 Theytcome  not,  till  Triumphant  over  thee. 
 
 To 
 
396  POMPEE. 
 
 Je  la  porte  en  Afrique,  &  c'eft  là  que  l'efpere 
 Que  les  fils  de  Pompée,  &  Cat  on,  &  mon  per e+ 
 Secondez  par  l'effort  d'un  Roy  plus  généreux, 
 Ainfî  que  la  Juftice  auront  le  Sort  pour  eux. 
 Ceft  là  que  tu  verras  fur  la  Terre  &  fur  l'Onde 
 Le  débris  de  Pharfale  armer  un  autre  Monde, 
 Et  c'eft  là  que  j'iray,  pour  hafier  tes  malheurs, 
 "Porter  de  rang  en  rang  ces  cendres  &  mes  pleurs, 
 Je  veux  que  de  ma  haine  ils  reçoivent  des  règles, 
 Qu'ils  fuivent  au  combat  des  Urnes  au  lieu  d  Aigle  s  % 
 Et  que  ce  trifte  objet  porte  en  leur  fouvenir 
 Les  foins  de  le  vanger,  &  ceux  de  te  punir. 
 Tu  veux  à  ce  Héros  rendre  un  devoir  fupréme, 
 L'honneur  que  tu  luy  rends  rejallit  for  toy-mefme  3 
 Tu  m'en  veux  pour  témoin,  f  obéis  au  vainqueur, 
 Mais  ne.  pre  fume  pas  toucher  par  là  mon  cœur, 
 La  perte  que  fay  faite  efl  trop  irreparable, 
 La  four  ce  de  ma  haine  eft  trop  inépui fable, 
 A  l'égal  de  mss  jours  je  laferay  durer, 
 Je  veux  vivre  avec  elle,  arjeç  elle  expirer. 
 
 Je  favour  ay  pourtant,  comme  vraiment  Romaine, 
 Que  pour  toy  mon  eflime  efl  égale  à  ma  h  aine ^ 
 Que  l'une  &  l'autre  eft  jujle,  &  montre  le  pouvoir 
 L'une  de  ta  vertu,  Vautre  de  mon  devoir  : 
 Que  l'une. eft  gêner eufe,  &  l'autre  interefjée^ 
 Et  que  dans  mon  efprit  l'une  &  l'autre  eft  forcée* 
 Tu  vois  que  ta  vertu  qu'en  vain  on  veut  trahir 
 Me  force  de  prifer  ce  que  je  dois  haïr, 
 
 7«i' 
 
<P  O  M?  E  T.  397 
 
 To  Ajfrick  I  mud  this  rich  Burthen  bear, 
 
 Where  Tompc/s  Sons,  Cato  and  Sc/p/o,  are. 
 
 Who'll  find,  I  hope,  (with  a  brave  King  ally'd) 
 
 Fortune  as  well  as  Juftice  on  their  fide: 
 
 And  thou  fhalt  fee  there,  with  new  Fury  hurl'd, 
 
 Thar/alta's  Ruins  arm  another  World. 
 
 From  Rank  to  Rank  thefe  A(hes  Til  expofe 
 
 Mixt  with  my  Tear<,  t'exafperate  thy  Foes. 
 
 My  Hate  (hall  guide  them  too,  and  they  (hall  fight 
 
 With  Urns,  inftead  of  Eagles,  in  their  Sight; 
 
 That  fuch  fid  Objects  may  make  them  intent 
 
 On  his  Revenge,  and  on  thy  Punifhment. 
 
 Thou  to  this  Hero  now  devout  art  grown, 
 
 But,  raifing  his  Name,  do'ft  exalt  thy  own. 
 
 I  muft  be  Witnefs  too!  and  I  fubmit-, 
 
 But  thou  canfl  never  move  my  Heart  with  it. 
 
 My  Lofs  can  never  be  repair'd  by  Fate, 
 
 Nor  is  it  pofiible  t'exhauft  my  Hate. 
 
 This  Hate  (hall  be  my  Tompey  now,  and  1 
 
 In  his  Revenge  will  live,  and  with  it  die. 
 
 But  as  a  Ro7nan>  though  my  Hate  be  fuch, 
 
 I  muft  confefs,  I  thee  efteem  as  much. 
 
 Both  thefe  Extreams  Juftice  can  well  allow: 
 
 This  does  my  Virtue,  that  my  Duty  (how. 
 
 My  Senfe  of  Honour  does  the  firft  command  ^ 
 
 Concern,  the  lad 5  and  they  are  both  conftraind. 
 
 And  as  thy  Virtue,  whom  none  can  betray, 
 
 V/here  I  fhould  hate,  makes  me  fuch  Value  pay 5 
 
 My 
 
j98  POMPE  E. 
 
 Juge  ainft  de  la  haine  où  mon  devoir  me  lie, 
 La  vefve  de  ^Pompée  y  force  Corne  lie. 
 J'iray,  n'en  doute  pointy  au  fort ir  de  ces  lieux 
 Soulever  contre  toy  les  hommes,  &  les  T)ieux, 
 Ces  *Dieux  qui  font  flat  é,ces  <Dieux  qui  m'ont  trompée. 
 Ces  T>ieux  qui  dans  Tharf aie  ont  mal  fer  vy  Tombée, 
 Qui  la  foudre  à  la  main  l'ont  pu  voir  égorger-, 
 Ils  connoiftront  leur  faute,  &  le  voudront  v anger» 
 Mon  zèle  à  leur  refus  aidé  de  fa  mémoire 
 Te  fç aura  bien  fans  eux  arracher  la  victoire. 
 Et  quand  tout  mon  effort  fe  trouvera  rompu, 
 Cleopatre  fera  ce  que  je  riauray  pu. 
 Je  fay  quelle  eft  ta  flame,  &  quelles  font  fes  forces ; 
 Que  tu  n'ignores  pas  comme  on  fait  les  divorces, 
 Que  ton  amour  f  aveugle,  &  que  pour  lépoufer 
 Rome  ri  a  point  de  loix  que  tu  ri o fes  brifer  : 
 Mais  f  cache  aujfi  qu'alors  lajeunejfe  Romaine 
 Se  croira  tout  permis  fur  l 'époux  d'une  Reine, 
 Et  que  de  cet  Hymen  tes  amis  indignez 
 Vangeront  fur  ton  fang  leurs  advis  dédaignez. 
 J'empefehe  ta  ruine  empefchant  tes  carejfes. 
 Adieu,  fattens  demain  t  effet  de  tes  promejfes. 
 
 SCENE 
 
P  O  MT  E  T.  399 
 
 My  Duty  fo  my  Anger  does  create, 
 And  'Pompcfs  Widow  makes  Cornelia  hate. 
 But  I  from  hence  (hall  haften,  and  know  then, 
 I'll  raife  againft  thee  Gods,  as  well  as  Men. 
 Thofe  Gods  that  flatter'd  thee,  and  me  abus'dj 
 And,  in  Tharfalia,  Pompe/s  Caufe  refus'd  ; 
 Who  at  his  Death  could  Thunder-bolts  refrain, 
 To  expiate  that,  will  his  Revenge  maintain: 
 If  not,  his  Soul  will  give  my  Zeal  fuch  Heat, 
 As  I  without  their  Help  (hall  thee  defeat. 
 But  lhould  all  my  Endeavours  profper  ill, 
 What  I  cannot  do,  Cleopatra  will. 
 I  know  thy  Flame,  and  that,  t'obey  its  Force, 
 Thou  from  Calphurnia  ftudy'ft  a  Divorce: 
 Now  blinded,  thou  wouldft  this  Alliance  make, 
 And  there's  no  Law  of  Rome  thou  dar'ft  not  break. 
 But  know,  the  Roman  Youth  think  it  no  Sin 
 To  fight  againft  the  Husband  of  a  Queen. 
 And  thy  offended  Friends  will,  at  the  Price 
 Of  thy  beft  Blood,  revenge  their  fcorn'd  Advice. 
 I  check  thy  Ruin,  if  I  check  thy  Love  5 
 Adieu  5  to  Morrow  will  thy  Honour  prove. 
 
 SCENE 
 
4xx>  POMPEE. 
 
 SCENE    V. 
 
 Cefar,  Ckopatre,  Antoine,  Lepide,  Achorée, 
 Charmion. 
 
 Cle.  Tlûtoft  qu'à  ces  perils  je  'vous  puijfe  expofer*, 
 Seigneur  perdez,  en  moy  ce  qui  lespeut  caufer, 
 Sacrifiez  ma  vie  au  bonheur  de  la  voflre, 
 Le  mien  fera  trop  grand,  &  je  n'en  veux  point  d'autre* 
 Indigne  que  je  fuis  d'un  Ce  far  pour  époux, 
 Que  de  vivre  en  voftre  ame  eflant  morte  pour  vous. 
 
 Cef.  Reine,  ces  vains  projets  font  le  feul  avantagé 
 Qu'un  grand  cœur  impuiffant  a  du  Ciel  en  partage  : 
 Comme  il  a  peu  de  for  ce  ^  il  a  beaucoup  de  foins , 
 Et  s'il  pouvoit  plus  faire,  il  fouhaiteroit  moins. 
 Les  Dieux  empefcheront  V effet  de  ces  augures, 
 Et  mes  félicitez  n'en  feront  pas  moins  pures, 
 'Pourvoi  que  voflre  amour  gai gne  fur  vos  douleur  È 
 £hi 'en  faveur  de  Ce  far  vous  tariffïez  vos  pleurs, 
 Et  que  voflre  bonté  fenfible  à  ma  prière, 
 "Tour  un  fi  délie  amant  oublie  un  mauvais  frère. 
 
 On  aura  pit  vous  dire  avec  quel  déplaifîr 
 J'ay  ven  le  defefpoir  qui  l'a  voulu  choifîr> 
 Avec  combien  d'efforts  j'ay  voulu  le  défendre 
 T)es  Paniques  terreurs  qui  l'avoient  pu  fur  prendre  j 
 Il  s'efl  de  mes  bonté z  jufqu'au  bout  défendu, 
 Et  de  peur  defe  perdre,  il  s'efl  enfin  perdu. 
 
 O 
 
¥  O  M  f  E  T.  40E 
 
 S    C    E    N    E    V. 
 
 Csffar^    Cleopatra,   Charmiov.y  Antcniu\ 
 LcpldiiS)  Achorcus. 
 
 Clf.  Rather  than  you  to  this  expos'd  fhoulJ  be, 
 With  my  own  Ruin  1  would  fet  you  free. 
 Sacrifice  me,  Sir,  to  your  Happinefs; 
 For  that's  the  greateft  that  I  can  pofiefs$ 
 Though  far  unworthy  to  be  Cœfar's  Bride, 
 Yet  he'll  remember  one  that  for  him  Dy'd. 
 
 Caf.  rhofe  empty  Projefts,  Q^een,  are  all  now  left 
 To  a  great  Heart,  of  other  Help  bereft  -, 
 Whofe  keen  Defires  her  want  of  Strength  confefs, 
 Could  (he  perform  more,  fhe  would  wifli  it  lefs. 
 The  Gods  will  thefe  vain  Auguries  difprovc, 
 Nor  can  they  my  Felicity  remove. 
 If  your  Love  ftronger  than  your  Grief  appears, 
 And  will  for  Cœfars  fake  dry  up  your  Tears* 
 And  that  a  Brother,  who  deferv'd  them  not, 
 May  for  a  Faithful  Lover  be  forgot. 
 You  may  have  heard,  with  what  Regret  of  mine 
 His  Safety  to  Defpair  he  did  refign; 
 How  much  I  fought  his  Reafon  to  redeem, 
 From  thofe  vain  Terrors  that  furrounded  him, 
 Which  he  difputed  to  his  lateft  Breath. 
 And  caft  away  his  Life  for  fear  of  Death. 
 
 Dd  O 
 
4oz  #     POMPEE. 
 
 O  honte  pour  Ce  far,  qu'avec  tant  de  puijfance, 
 Tant  de  foins  pour  vous  rendre  entière  obeïffance, 
 Il  n  ait  pic  toutefois  en  ces  évenemens 
 Obéir  au  premier  de  vos  commandemens  ! 
 éprenez-vous-en  au  Ciel,  dont  les  ordres  fublimes 
 Malgré  tout  nos  efforts  favent  punir  les  crimes  -, 
 Sa  rigueur  envers  luy  vous  ouvre  un  fort  plus  douxf 
 *Puifque  par  cette  mort  l'Egypte  eft  toute  à  vous. 
 
 Cle.  Je  fpay  que  j'en  reçois  un  nouveauHiadéme, 
 Qu'on  n'en  peut  accu  fer  que  les 'Dieux,  &  luy  mefme  ; 
 Mais  comme  il  efl,  Seigneur,  de  la  fatalité, 
 Que  t aigreur  f oit  méfiée  à  la  félicité \ 
 Ne  vous  offence z>  pas  (î  cet  heur  de  vos  arme s \ 
 Qui  me  rend  tant  de  biens,  me  coufle  un  peu  de  larmes, 
 Et  fî  voyant  fa  mort  deu'è  à  fa  tr  ah  if  on, 
 Je  donne  à  la  Nature^  ainft  qu'à  la  raifon, 
 Je  n'ouvre  point  les  yeux  fur  ma  grandeur  fî  proche, 
 Qu'aaffhtofl  à  mon  cœur  mon  fang  ne  le  reproche, 
 J'en  reffens  dans  mon  ame  un  murmure  fecret, 
 Et  ne  puis  remonter  au  trône  fans  regret.      Y  pleine 
 Acho.  Un  grand  peuple,  Seigneur,  dont  cette  cour  ejl 
 *Par  des  cris  redoublez  demande  à  voir  fa  Reine, 
 Et  tout  impatient  dtfia  fe  plaint  aux  deux 
 Qu'on  luy  donne  trop  tard  un  bien  fi  précieux. 
 
 Cef.  Ne  luy  refufons  plus  le  bonheur  qu'il  defire, 
 *Princeffe^  allons  par  la  commencer  voflre  Empire. 
 
 Faffe  lejufte  Ciel,  propice  à  mes  defirs, 
 Que  ces  longs  cris  de  joy  e  étouffent  vosfoûpirs, 
 
 Et 
 
<P  O  M  ¥  E  T.  403 
 
 0  Shame  for  Cœfarl  Who  fo  cniment  \ 
 And  fo  follicitous  for  your  Content! 
 Yer,  by  the  Cruel  Fortune  of  this  Day, 
 Could  not  the  firft  of  your  Commands  obey: 
 But  vainly  we  refill  the  Gods,  who  will 
 Their  juft  Decrees  on  guilry  Men  fulfil. 
 And  yet  his  Fall  your  Happinefs  procures, 
 Since  by  his  Death  &gypt  is  wholly  yours. 
 
 Cle.  I  know  I  gain  another  Diadem, 
 For  which  none  can  be  blam'd  but  Heav'n  and  him- 
 But  as  the  Fate  of  humane  things  is  fuch, 
 That  Joy  and  Trouble  do  each  other  touch, 
 Excufe  me,  if  the  Crown  conferr'd  by  you, 
 As  it  obliges,  does  afflift  me  too  -, 
 And  if  to  fee  a  Brother  juftly  kill'd, 
 To  Nature  I  as  well  as  Reafon  yield. 
 No  fooner  on  my  Grandeur  I  refleft, 
 But  my  Ambition  by  my  Blood  is  checkt. 
 
 1  meet  my  Fortune  with  a  fecret  Groan, 
 Nor  dare  without  Regret  afcend  the  Throne. 
 
 Acho.  The  Court  is  full,  Sir,  People  crowding  in, 
 Who  with  great  Shouts  demand  to  fee  their  Queen  $ 
 And  many  Signs  of  their  Impatience  give, 
 That  fuch  a  Blefling  they  fo  late  receive. 
 
 C<ef.  Let  them  fo  juft  a  Happinefs  obtain, 
 And  by  that  Goodnefs,  Queen, commence  your  Reign- 
 O  may  the  Gods  fo  favour  my  Defire, 
 That  in  their  Joy  your  Sorrow  may  expire  3 
 
 Dd  2  That 
 
4o+  POMPEE. 
 
 Et  puijfent  ne  laijfer  dedans  vojlre  penfée 
 Que  timage  des  traits  dont  mon  ame  eft  blejfée. 
 Cependant \  qu'à  l'envy  ma  fuite  &  vojire  Cour 
 préparent  pour  demain  la  pompe  d'un  beau  jour ', 
 Oit  dans  un  digne  employ  tune  &  l'autre  occupée 
 Couronne  Cleopatre,  &  m'appaife  Tompée, 
 Ejleve  à  l'une  un  Trône,  à  l'autre  des  Autels, 
 Et  jure  à  tous  les  deux  des  refpeffs  immortels. 
 
 HORACE. 
 
<P  O  M  T  E  T.  +oS 
 
 That  no  fdea  in  your  Soul  may  be, 
 But  of  the  Wounds  which  you  have  given  me  : 
 Whilfl:  my  Attendants  and  your  Courtiers  may 
 Prepare  to  Morrow  for  a  glorious  Day. 
 When  all  fuch  Noble  Offices  may  own, 
 Tompey  t'appeafe,  and  Cleopatra  Crown. 
 To  her  a  Throne,  to  him  let's  Altars  build, 
 And  to  them  both  Immortal  Honours  yield. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 Dd  3  After 
 
4o6  T  O  M?  E  T. 
 
 After  the  Fifth  Aft  by  two  Egyptian  Priefts,  as 
 after  the  Second. 
 
 A 
 
 Scend  a  Throne,  Great  Queen  I  to  you 
 By  Nature •,  and  by  fortune,  duc-t 
 And  let  the  World  adore 
 
 One  y  who  Ambition  could  withfiand. 
 Subdue  Revenge^  and  Love  command^ 
 On  Honour9 s  finglefcore. 
 
 2. 
 
 Te  mighty  Roman  Shades^  permit 
 That  Pompey  Jhould  above  you  fit  > 
 He  muji  be  Tteifid. 
 
 For  who  like  him  e'er  fought,  or  fell? 
 What  Hero  ever  liv9d  fo  well} 
 
 Or  who  fo  greatly  dfd? 
 
 What  cannot  Glorious  Caefar  do  ? 
 How  nobly  does  he  fight,  and  woo! 
 
 On  Crowns  how  does  he  treadl 
 
 What  Mercy  to  the  weak  hefhewSy 
 How  fierce  is  he  to  living  Foes  ? 
 
 How  pious  to  the  dead} 
 
 2. Cor. 
 
T  O  M  T  E  T.  407 
 
 Cornelia^5/  would  challenge  Tears, 
 But  that  the  Sorrow  which  Jhe  wears, 
 So  charming  is,  and  brave, 
 
 That  it  exalts  her  Honour  more, 
 Than  if  (he  all  the  Scepters  bore, 
 
 Her  Gerirous  Husband  gave. 
 
 Chorus. 
 
 Then,  after  all  the  Blood  that's  fhed, 
 Let* s  right  the  living  and  the  dead: 
 Temples  to  Pompey  raife  ; 
 
 Set  Cleopatra  on  the  Throne  ; 
 Let  Caefar  keep  the  World  h'has  worn 
 Andfing  Cornel  iaV  Traife. 
 
 After  which  a  Grand  Mafque  is  Danc'd  before 
 Cœfar  and  Cleopatra,  made  (as  well  the  other  Dan- 
 ces and  the  Tunes  to  them)  by  Mr.  John  Ogilby. 
 
 Dd  4.  EPI. 
 
t  4c3  ] 
 
 EPILOGUE 
 
 Written  by  Sir  Edward  Dering  Baronet. 
 
 PLcas'd  or  difpleas'd,  cenfure,  as  you  think  fit, 
 The  Adion,  Plot,  the  Language,  or  the  Wit; 
 but  we're  fecure,  no  Bolder  Thought  can  tax 
 T  hefe  Scenes  of  Blemifh  to  the  blufhing  Sex. 
 Nor  Envy,  with  her  hundred  Eyes,  efpy 
 One  Line  fevereft  Virtue  need  to  fly  : 
 As  chaft  the  Words,  as  harmlefs  is  the  Senfe, 
 As  the  firft  Smiles  of  Infant  Innocence. 
 
 Yet  at  your  Feet,  Cœfafs  content  to  bow, 
 And  Tompey>  never  truly  Great  till  now  : 
 Who  does  your  Praife  and  kinder  Votes  prefer 
 Before  th'Applaufe  of  his  own  Theatre; 
 Where  fifty  thoufand  Romans  daily  bleft 
 The  Gods  and  him,  for  all  that  they  pofTeft. 
 
 The  fad  Cornelia  fays,  your  gentler  Breath 
 Will  force  a  Smile,  ev'n  after  Tompe/s  Death. 
 She  thought  all  Pallions  bury'd  in  his  Urn, 
 But  flattering  Hopes  and  trembling  Fears  return  : 
 Undone  in  Egypt)  The  (paly  and  Rome, 
 She  yet  in  Ireland  hopes  a  milder  Doom  : 
 Nor  from  Iberian  Shores,  or  Lybian  Sands, 
 Expeds  Relief,  but  only  from  your  Hands. 
 
 Ev'n  Cleopatra^  %ot  content  to  have 
 TheUniverfe,  and  Cafar  too  her  Slave, 
 Forbears  her  Throne,  till  you  her  Right  allow  5 
 Tis  lefs  t'have  rul'd  the  World,  than  pleafed  you. 
 
 H  0- 
 
HORACE. 
 
 TRAGEDY. 
 
 Translated  from  the 
 
 French  of  Monfieur  Corneille. 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 Printed  in  the  Year  171  o. 
 
A&eurs. 
 
 Tulle,  Roy  de  Rome. 
 
 Le  vieil  Horace,  Chevalier  Romain. 
 
 Horace,  flf  Fils. 
 
 Curiace,  Gentilhomme  d'Albe,  Amant  de  Camille: 
 
 Valere,  Chevalier  Romain,  amoureux  de  Camille. 
 
 Sabine,  Femme  d  Horace,  &  Sœur  de  Curiace, 
 
 Camille,  Amante  de  Curiace,  &  Sœur  d'Horace. 
 
 Julie,  *Dame  Romaine,  Confidente  de  Sabine,  &  de 
 
 Camille. 
 Flavian,  Soldat  de  l'Armée  d'Alhe. 
 Procule,  Soldat  de  t  Armée  de  Rome. 
 
 La  Scène  eft  à  Rome  dans  une  Sale  delà  maifon 
 d'Hoçace. 
 
The  A&ors. 
 
 Tullusy  King  of  Rome. 
 
 Old  Horace,  a  Roman  Knight. 
 
 Horace^  his  Son. 
 
 Curt  tus  y  a  Gentleman  of  Alba,  in  Love  with  Camilla. 
 
 Valerius,  a  Roman  Knight,  in  Love  with  Camilla. 
 
 Savina,  Wife  of Horace,  and  Sifter  of  Curt  tus. 
 
 Camilla,  Miftrefs  of  Curt ius,  and  Sifter  of  Horace 
 
 Julia,  Roman  Lady,  Confident  of  Sab'tna  and  Camilla. 
 
 Flavian*  an  Alban  Soldier. 
 
 *Proculus>  a  Roman  Soldier. 
 
 The  Scene  in  the  Houfe  ^Horace  at  Rome. 
 
C  412  ] 
 
 HORACE, 
 
 TRAGEDIE. 
 
 A 
 
 ACTE  I.   SCENE  I. 
 
 Sabine,  Julie. 
 
 Sabine. 
 
 <P prouvez  mafoibleffe^érfouffrez  ma  douleur ^ 
 
 Elle  ri  eft  que  trop  jufte  en  un  fi  grand  malheur. 
 Si  près  de  voir  fur  Joy  fondre  de  tels  or  age  s  ^ 
 U  ébranlement  fîed  bien  aux  plus  fermes  courages , 
 Et  tefprit  le  plus  mafle^  &  le  moins  abatu 
 Ne  fçauroit  fans  defordre  exercer  fa  vertu. 
 Quoy  que  le  mien  s'étonne  à  ces  rudes  alarmes^ 
 Le  trouble  de  mon  cœur  ne  peut  rien  fur  mes  larme  s  > 
 Et  par  my  les  foûpirs  qu'il  pouffe  vers  les  Cieux, 
 Ma  confiance  du  moins  régne  encor  fur  mes  yeux. 
 Quand  on  arrefie  là  les  déplaifirs  dune  ame^ 
 Si  l'on  fait  moins  qu'un  homme^on fait  plus  qu'une fem- 
 Commander  a  f es  pleurs  en  cette  extrémité^       [mes 
 Ceft  montrer  pour  le  Sexe  ajfez  de  fermeté. 
 
 Jul- 
 
HORACE. 
 
 ACT  I.  SCENE  I. 
 
 Sabina  and  Julia. 
 Sab  in  a. 
 
 EXcufe  my  Weaknefs,  and  my  Grief  permit 
 In  that  Diftrefs,  which  fo  much  merits  it: 
 When  fuch  a  Storm  does  its  Approaches  make, 
 It  may  become  the  ftrongeft  Heart  to  (hake  3 
 And  Conftancy  will  now  admit  Difpute: 
 Ev*n  in  the  Breaft  that  is  moft  refolute: 
 But  yet  how  rude  foe'er  the  Shock  appears, 
 Though  not  my  Sighs,  I  can  command  my  Tears  ; 
 Though  fo  much  Sorrow  may  my  Heart  furprize, 
 Yet  Virtue  ftill  is  Regent  in  my  Eyes  : 
 If  to  my  Heart  I  can  confine  my  Woe, 
 Though  lefs  than  Man,  I  more  than  Woman  do. 
 To  flop  my  Tears  in  an  Aflault  fo  rough, 
 For  our  weak  Sex  will  fure  be  brave  enough; 
 
 Jul- 
 
4i4  HORACE. 
 
 Jul.  C'en  efpeta-efîreaffezpourune  ame  commune ', 
 Qui  du  moindre  péril  fe fait  une  infortune^ 
 Mais  de  cette  foible ffe  un  grand  cœur  eft  honteux, 
 Il  ofe  efperer  tout  dans  unfuccés  douteux. 
 Les  deux  camps  font  rangez  au  pied  de  nos  murailles-, 
 Mais  Rome  ignore  encor  comme  on  perd  des  batailles. 
 Loin  de  trembler  pour  elle,  il  luy  faut  applaudir, 
 'Puis quelle  va  combattre,  elle  va  s'agrandir. 
 Banniffez,  banniffez  une  frayeur  fi  vaine, 
 Et  concevez  des  vœux  dignes  d'une  Romaine. 
 
 Sab.  Je  fuis  Romaine,  helas  \puisqti  Horace  efl  Ro- 
 J'en  ay  receu  le  titre  en  recevant  fa  main,      [main, 
 Mais  ce  nœud  me  tiendroit  en  efclave  enchaînée, 
 S*  il  m%empef choit  de  voir  en  quels  lieux  je  fuis  née. 
 Albe,  ou  fay  commencé  de  refpirer  le  jour ', 
 Albe,  mon  cher  Toys,  &  mon  premier  amour > 
 Lors  qu'entre  nous  &  toy  je  voy  la  guerre  ouverte, 
 Je  crains  noftre  vi£ioire,  autant  que  noflre  perte. 
 
 Rome,  fi  tu  te  plains  que  c'eft  là  te  trahir, 
 Vais -toy  des  ennemis  que  je  puifife  haïr. 
 Quand  je  voy  de  tes  murs  leur  Armée  &  la  noflre, 
 Mes  trois  Frères  dans  l'une,  &  mon  Mary  dans  l'autre* 
 Tuis-  je  former  des  vœux,  &  fans  impieté 
 Importuner  le  Ciel  pour  ta  félicité} 
 Je  friy  que  ton  Etat  encor  en  fa  naijfancey 
 Ne ffauroit  fans  la  guerre  affermir  fapuijfance, 
 Je  fçiy  quildoit  s'accroître,  &  que  tes  grands  Deftins 
 Ne  U  borneront  pas  chez  les  peuples  Latins, 
 
HORACE.  415 
 
 Jul.  It  is  for  vulgar  Souls,  I  muft  confefs> 
 Who  create  Grief  from  every  flight  Diftrefs  ^ 
 But  a  great  Heart  would  blufh  at  thatDefeft, 
 And  all  things  dares  from  doubtful  Fate  expeft. 
 Under  our  Walls  two  Armies  we  furvey, 
 But  Rome  ne'er  yet  knew  how  to  lofe  the  Day  ^ 
 Applaufe,  not  Grief,  we  to  her  Fortune  owe, 
 Who  whilft  (he  fights  muft  needs  the  mightier  grow. 
 Then  let  vain  Terrours  from  your  Breift  depart, 
 And  find  out  Vows  worthy  a  Roman  Heart. 
 
 Sab.  My  Heart  I  gave  to  Horace,  and  'tis  true, 
 Since  he's  a  Roman,  I  mud  be  fo  too  : 
 But  yet  that  Knot  a  Fetter  would  be  thought, 
 If  my  dear  Country  fliould  be  quite  forgot. 
 Albay  where  I  began  to  fee  the  Light, 
 Albay  my  native  Place,  and  firft  Delight, 
 When  I  behold  a  War  'twixt  us  and  thee, 
 As  much  as  Lofs,  I  dread  a  Victory  : 
 Rome,  if  by  this  thy  Anger  I  create, 
 Find  out  a  Foe  whom  I  may  juftly  hate* 
 When  at  thy  Walls  two  Armies  in  thy  fight, 
 Shew  me  my  Brothers  with  my  Husband  right, 
 What  Prayers  can  I  make?  how  can  I  be 
 Without  Impiety  concern'd  for  thee  ? 
 I  know  thy  growing  Empire,  yet  fo  young, 
 By  War  alone  «muft  make  her  Sinews  ftrong^ 
 Thy  future  Grandeur  is  by  Fate  defign'd, 
 Not  to  the  Latines  to  be  long  confind: 
 
 The 
 
4x6  HORACE. 
 
 Que  le  Dieux  font  promis  l'Empire  de  ht  Terre, 
 Et  que  tu  n'en  peux  voir  l'effet  que  par  la  guerre. 
 Bien  loin  de  m'oppofer  à  cette  noble  ardeur^ 
 Qui  fuit  PArreft  des  Dieux  &  court  à  ta  grandeur  : 
 Je  voudrois  déjà  voir  tes  troupes  couronnées 
 D'un  pas  victorieux  franchir  les  Pyrénées. 
 Vajufqu'en  £  Orient  pouffer  tes  bataillons^ 
 Va  fur  les  bords  du  Rhin  planter  tes  pavillons* 
 Fais  trembler  fous  tes  pas  les  colomnes  d'Hercule  -, 
 Mais  refpefle  une  Ville  à  qui  tu  dois  Romule. 
 Ingrate ',  fouviens-toy  que  du  fang  de  fes  Rois 
 Tu  tiens  ton  nom>  tes  murs,  &  tes  premieres  loix. 
 Albe  eft  ton  origine,  arrefle,  &  confédéré 
 Que  tu  portes  le  fer  dans  le  fein  de  ta  Mère. 
 Tourne  ailleurs  les  efforts  de  tes  bras  triomphans, 
 Sa  joye  éclatera  dans  l'heur  de  fes  Enfans, 
 Et  fe  laiffant  ravir  à  l* amour  maternelle, 
 Ses  vœux  feront  pour  toy,  ft  tu  ries  plus  contre  elle. 
 Jul.  Ce  di/cours  me  furprend,  veu  que  depuis  les 
 temps 
 Qu'on  a  contre  fon  Peuple  armé  nos  Combattans, 
 Je  vous  ay  veu  pour  elle  autant  d'indifférence 
 Que  (ï  d'un  fang  Romain  vous  aviez  pris  naiffance. 
 Jladmirois  la  vertu  qui  réduifoit  en  vous 
 Vos  plus  chers  intérefts  à  ceux  de  vojlre  Epoux •, 
 Et  je  vous  confolois  au  milieu  de  vos  plaintes, 
 Comme  fî  noftre  Rome  euft  fait  toutes  vos  craintes. 
 
 Sab. 
 
HORACE.  417 
 
 The  Gods  the  fuppliant  World  for  thee  intend, 
 
 And  'tis  by  Arms  thou  mufl  attain  that  end: 
 
 Far  from  repining  at  that  noble  heat 
 
 Which  ferves  thy  Stars,  and  helps  to  make  thee  great  h 
 
 I  wiih  thy  Troops  may  ffill  new  Triumphs  claim, 
 
 And  over-run  'Pyrenian  Hills  to  Fame. 
 
 Go,  Eaftern  Conquefls  for  thy  Sword  defign, 
 
 And  fettle  thy  Pavillions  in  the  Rhine  -, 
 
 Let  all  Lands  tremble  where  thy  Enfigns  go, 
 
 But  her  to  whom  thou  Romulus  doft  owe; 
 
 Subdue  the  utmoft  Regions  of  the  Earth, 
 
 But  fpare  the  Town  where  Romulus  had  Birth  3 
 
 Forget  not  her  from  whom  thy  City  draws 
 
 Her  Name,  and  all  her  Strength,  but  Walls  and  Laws: 
 
 Albas  thy  Parent,  let  that  Thought  arreft 
 
 Thy  greedy  Sword,  nor  pierce  thy  Mother's  Bread, 
 
 For  thy  triumphant  Arms  make  other  choice, 
 
 And  in  her  Childrens  Fortune  fne'll  rejoice, 
 
 Nay,  would  with  natural  Concern  difown 
 
 All  Enemies  of  thine,  were  fhe  not  one. 
 
 Jul.  This  Languague  much  Surprize  to  me  affords, 
 For,  fince  thefe  Cities  firfl  unfheath'd  their  Swords, 
 You  have  fo  unconcern'd  for  Alba  flood, 
 As  if  your  Birth  had  been  of  Roman  Bloody 
 I  wonder'd  at  a  Virtue  fo  refin'd, 
 Which  to  your  Husband,  Alba  had  refignd, 
 And  therefore  fo  proportioned  my  Relief, 
 As  if  our  Rome  alone  had  caus'd  your  Grief. 
 
 Ee  Sab- 
 
4i8  HORACE. 
 
 Sab.  Tant  qu'on  ne  s'ejl  choqué  qu'en  de  légers  com- 
 Trop  foibles  pour  jet  ter  un  des  partis  à  bas,     \bats, 
 Tant  qu'un  efpoir  de  paix  apâflater  ma  peine, 
 Ouy,  fay  fait  vanité  de/ire  toute  Romaine. 
 Si  fay  veu  Rome  heur  eu fe  avec  quelque  regret, 
 Soudain  fay  condamné  ce  mouvement  fecret, 
 Et  fi  fay  rèjfenty  dans  fes  dejlins  contraires 
 Quelque  maligne  joy  e  en  faveur  des  mes  Frères ; 
 Soudain  pour  V étouffer  rappelant  ma  raifon, 
 J'ay  pleuré,  quand  la  gloire  entroit  dans  leur  maifom 
 Mais  auj  our  d'huy  qu'il  faut  que  l'une  oui' autre  tombe, 
 QuAlbe  devienne  ef clave,  ou  que  Rome  fuc  combe, 
 Et  qu'après  la  bataille  il  ne  demeure  plus 
 Ny  d' obftac  le  aux  Vainqueur  s, ny  d'efpoir  aux  Vaincus^ 
 Jaurois  pour  mon  Tays  une  cruelle  haine, 
 Si  je  pouvois  encore  ejlre  toute  Romaine, 
 Et  fi  je  dernandois  vojlre  triomphe  aux  Dieux, 
 Au  prix  de  tant  de  fang  qui  m  eji  fî  précieux. 
 Je  m  attache  un  peu  moins  auxintérefls  d'un  Homme, 
 Je  ne  fuis  point  pour  Albe>  &  ne  fuis  plus  pour  Rome, 
 Je  crains  pour  l'une  &  l'autre  en  ce  dernier  effort, 
 Et  feray  du  party  qu'affligera  le  Sort. 
 Egale  à  tous  les  deux  jufques  à  la  viâloire, 
 Jeprendray  part  aux  maux  fans  en  prendre  à  la  gloire \ 
 Et  je  garde,  au  milieu  de  tant  d'afpres  rigueurs, 
 Mes  larmes  aux  Vaincus \&  ma  haine  aux  Vainqueurs. 
 
 Jul.Qu'on  voit  naiflref cuvent  dépareilles  traverfes, 
 En  des  efprits  divers  des  pajfions  diverfes7 
 
 Et 
 
HORACE.  4.T9 
 
 Sab.  Whilft  fuch  ,1  (hock  my  Rcafon  did  aflPii^ 
 A%  was  too  weak  to  Weigh  down  cither  Scale  5 
 Till  all  fny  fluttering  hopes  of  Peace  were  loft, 
 To  be  entirely  Ro;/ian  was  my  Iknft. 
 If  at  Rome%  Fortune  I  difpleas'd  have  been, 
 I  quickly  chid  that  Mutiny  within: 
 And  when  her  Dcftiny  was  not  fo  kind, 
 If,  for  my  Brothers,  Joy  fedue'd  my  Mind, 
 By  Reafon's  help  that  Motion  I  fupprvfsM, 
 And  wept  for  all  the  Glory  they  poifefs'd. 
 But  now  theft  Cities  rauft  be  loft  or  fav'J, 
 That  Rome  muft  fink,  or  Alba  be  enflav'd  3 
 And  after  Battel  there  no  hope  remains 
 To  the  fubdu'd,  nor  flop  to  her  that  gains  : 
 I  fhould  too  barb'roufly  my  Country  treat, 
 If  I  could  be  a  perfedl  Roman  yet. 
 A  little  lefs  to  one  Man's  Love  refignd, 
 To  neither  City  I  will  be  confin'd  -, 
 I  fear  for  both,  and  whilft  their  Fate  is  try'd, 
 I  ftill  will  be  on  the  afflifted  fide  -, 
 Equal  to  each,  whilft  they  unequal  are, 
 And  muft  their  Grief,  but  not  their  Glory,  fii3re. 
 For  I  refolve,  in  fuch  a  (harp  Debate, 
 To  mourn  the  Conquer'd,  and  the  Vi&or  hate. 
 
 Jul.    How   oft   does   Fortune,  with   an    equal 
 Blow, 
 On  diff  rent  Souls  diff'rent  Effefts  beftow  I 
 
 Ee  2  How 
 
42  o  HORACE. 
 
 Et  qu'à  nos  yeux  Camille  agit  bien  autrement] 
 Son  Frère  eft  voflre  Epoux,  le  voflre  eftfon  Amant ; 
 Mais  elle  voit  d'un  œil  bien  different  du  voflre 
 Son  fang  dans  une  Armée ,  ér  f  on  amour  dans  l  autre. 
 
 Lors  que  vous  conferviez  un  efprit  tout  Romain* 
 Le  Jïen  irréfoluy  le  ficn  tout  incertain, 
 *De  la  moindre  méfiée  appréhendoit  V orage, 
 *De  tous  les  deux  partis  dé t  eft  oit  lavant  age y 
 Au  malheur  des  Vaincus  donnoit  toujours  fe s  pleurs* 
 Et  nourrijfoit  ainfi d'éternelles  douleurs. 
 Mais  hier  quand  elle  f eut  qu'on  av oit  pris  journée, 
 Et  qu'enfin  la  bataille  alloit  eflre  donnée, 
 Une  foudainejoye  éclatant  fur  fon  front 
 
 Sab.Ahlqueje  crains, Julie, un  changement  fi promptl 
 Hier  dans  fia  belle  humeur  elle  entretint  Valére, 
 'Pour  ce  Rival fans  doute  elle  quitte  mon  Frérey 
 Son  efprit  ébranlé  par  les  objets  pre  fens 
 Ne  trouve  point  d'abfent  aimable  après  deux  ans. 
 Mais  exeufez  l'ardeur  d'une  amour  fraternelle, 
 Le  foin  que  fay  de  luy  me  fait  craindre  tout  d'elle, 
 Je  forme  des  fbupçons  d'un  trop  léger  fuj 'et  s 
 Très  d'un  jour  fi funefie  on  change  peu  d'objet. 
 Les  âmes  rarement  font  de  nouveau  bleffées^ 
 Et  dans  un  fi  grand  trouble  on  a  d'autres  penfées-, 
 Mais  on  n'a  pas  auffidefi  doux  entretiens, 
 Ny  de  contentemens  qui  f  oient  pareils  aux  fiens. 
 
 Jul.  Les  cauj es  comme  à  vous  m'en  femb  lent  fort  ob„ 
 Je  ne  me  fat  is  fais  d'aucunes  conje£tures%      [f cures  s 
 
 Oeft 
 
HORACE.  421 
 
 How  diftant  is  Camilla's  way  from  this  ? 
 
 Your  Brother  loves  her,  her's  your  Husband  is, 
 
 Yet  in  each  Army,  with  another  Eye, 
 
 She  can  a  Lover  and  a  Brother  fpie  : 
 
 When  in  Rome  s  Fortunes  you  were  mod  involved, 
 
 She  was  as  much  confus'd  and  unrefolv'd  : 
 
 She  fear'd  the  Storm  from  ev'ry  Cloud  would  fpread, 
 
 And  theSuccefs  of  either  fide  did  dread  : 
 
 The  mod  unfortunate  fhe  did  bemoan, 
 
 And  whofoe'er  prevail'd,  fhe  was  undone. 
 
 But  when  the  Day,  fhe  knew,  was  drawing  nigh, 
 
 And  one  great  Battel  (hould  the  Quarrel  try, 
 
 A  fudden  Gladnefs  breaking  from  her  Brow 
 
 Sab.  Ah  Julial  how  that  Joy  allarms  me  now, 
 Valerius  Yefterday  (he  fmil'd  upon, 
 And  for  his  fake,  (he  Curtius  will  difown  ; 
 A  nearer  Objeft  fnatches  her  Efteem, 
 And  two  years  abfence  hath  deformed  him  ! 
 But  though  my  Brother  be  to  me  fo  dear, 
 By  care  of  him,  I  mud  not  injure  heri 
 My  groundlefs  Jealoufie  concludes  amifs. 
 Who  can  change  Love  at  fuch  a  time  as  this? 
 How  can  a  Heart  receive  a  Wound  that's  new, 
 When  fuch  great  Shocks  give  it  fo  much  to  do? 
 Yet  from  Joy  too,  this  fatal  day  deters, 
 And  from  Contentments  which  refemble  hers. 
 
 Jul.  In  me  it  equal  Wonder  does  produce, 
 Nor  do  I  know  what  can  be  her  Excufe  s 
 
 Ee  3  'Tis 
 
42i  HORACE. 
 
 C'e/l  ajfez  de  confiance  en  un  fi  grand  danger 
 Que  de  le  voir,  l'attendre,  &  ne  point  s'affliger-, 
 Mais  certes  c'en  eft  trop  d'aller  jufqu  à  lajoye. 
 
 Sab.Foyez qu'un  bon  Génie  apropos  nous? envoy  . 
 Ejfayez  fur  ce  point  à  la  faire  parler, 
 Elle  vous  aime  ajfez  pour  ne  vous  rien  celer \ 
 Je  vous  laijfe.     Ala  Sœur,  entretenez  Julie. 
 J'ay  honte  de  montrer  tant  de  mélancolie, 
 Et  mon  cœur  accablé  de  mille  déplaifirs, 
 Cherche  lafolitude  à  cacher  fes  foûpris. 
 
 S    C    E    N    E     II. 
 
 Camille,  Julie. 
 
 Carn.  Qu'elle  a  tort  de  vouloir  que  je  vous  entretien- 
 Croit -elle  ma  douleur  moins  vive  que  lafienne.  Lne^ 
 Et  que  plus  infenflble  à  de  fi  grands  malheurs 
 A  mes  trifles  difcours  je  méfie  moins  de  pleur  s  ? 
 *De  pareilles  frayeurs  mon  ame  eft  alarmée, 
 Comme  elle  je  perdray  dans  l'une  &  l'autre  Armée. 
 Je  verray  mon  Amant,  mon  plus  unique  bien, 
 Mourir  pour  fon  Tays,  ou  détruire  le  mien, 
 Et  cet  objet  d'amour  devenir  pour  ma  peine, 
 Digne  de  mes  fonpirs,  ou  digne  de  ma  haine. 
 Helas! 
 
 Jul.  Elle  eft  pourtant  plus  à  plaindre  que  vous. 
 On  peut  changer  d'Amant^  mais  non  changer  d' Epoux  * 
 
 Ou- 
 
HORACE.  423 
 
 'Tis  Conftancy  enough,  if  we  can  wait 
 
 Without  Impatience  lb  fcvcre  a  Fate  3 
 
 But  'tis  too  much,  if  we  fhall  chearful  grow. 
 
 Sab.  See  fome  good  Genius  fends  her  hither  now. 
 Her  Thoughts  on  this,  engage  her  to  reveal  ; 
 From  you  her  Friendfhip  nothing  can  conceal  $ 
 
 I'll  leave  you Sifter,  talk  with  Julia  now, 
 
 For  I'm  afham'd  my  Weaknefs  to  avow  5 
 
 And  fo  much  Sorrow  does  my  Heart  invade, 
 
 That  I  muft  hide  it  in  fome  fecret  Shade.        [_Exit. 
 
 SCENE    II. 
 Julia,  Camilla. 
 
 Cam.Why  does  fhewifhlfliouldwithyouconverfc? 
 Does  fhe  believe  my  Trouble  lefs  than  hers? 
 Or  more  infenfible  of  this  fad  Day, 
 Does  (he  conclude  I  have  no  Tears  to  pay  ? 
 With  equal  Terrour  I  am  threaten'd  too, 
 And  I  (hall  lofe  as  much  as  (he  can  do  : 
 The  Man  to  whom  I  did  my  Heart  refign, 
 Muft  for  his  Country  die,  or  ruin  mine: 
 And  all  that  I  can  love  (fuch  is  my  Fate!) 
 Muft  now  deferve  my  Sorrow  or  my  Hate. 
 
 Alas:  
 
 Jul.  Yet  her  Affliftion  is  more  ftrange, 
 We  may  a  Lover  not  a  Husband  change  3 
 
 Ee  4  Re- 
 
424  HORACE. 
 
 Oubliez  Curiace,  &  recevez  Valére, 
 Vous  ne  tremblerez  plus  pour  le  party  contraire. 
 Vous  ferez  toute  noflre,  &  voflre  efprit  remis 
 N'aura  plus  rien  à  perdre  au  camp  des  Ennemis.  rmes 
 
 ÇâmïDonnez-moy  des  confeils  qui f oient  plus  légiti- 
 
 Et  plaignez  mes  malheurs  fans  m*  or  donner  des  crimes. 
 
 Qjioy  qu'à  peine  à  mes  maux  je  puijfe  refîfter, 
 
 J'aime  mieux  les  foujfrir*  que  de  les  mériter. 
 
 Jul.  Quoy} vous  appeliez  crime  un  change  raifonnable} 
 
 Qam.Quoy}le  manque  de  foy  vous  femble pardonnable? 
 
 Jul.  Envers  un  Ennemy  qui  peut  nous  obliger  ? 
 
 Cam.  *D'un  ferment folemnel  qui  peut  nous  dégager? 
 
 Jul.  Vous  déguifez  en  vain  une  chofe  trop  claire. 
 Je  vous  vis  encor  hier  entretenir  Valére, 
 Et  l'accueil  gracieux  qu'il  re  ce  voit  de  vous9 
 Luy  permet  de  nourrir  un  efpoir  affez  doux. 
 
 Cam.  Si  je  l'entretins  hier  &  luy  jîs  bon  vif  age. 
 N'en  imaginez  rien  qu'à  f on  defavantage-, 
 T>e  mon  contentement  un  autre  étoit  l'objet* 
 Mais  pour  Jortir  d'erreur  ffachez-en  le  fujet. 
 Je  garde  à  Curiae e  une  amitié  trop  pure* 
 fPour  fouffrir  plus  long-temps  qu'on  m' eflime  parjure 
 
 Il  vous  fouQient  qu'à  peine  on  voyoit  de  fa  Sœur 
 *Par  un  heureux  hymen  mon  Frère  pojfeffeur* 
 Quand  pour  comble  de  joy  e  il  obtint  de  mon  Tére, 
 Que  defes  chafles  feux  je  ferois  le  falaire. 
 Ce  jour  nous  fut  propice  &  funefte  à  la  fois, 
 Uniffant  nos  maifons  il  defunit  nos  Rois. 
 
 Un 
 
HORACE.  w 
 
 Receive  Valerius  Love,  Curîius  forget, 
 
 And  you'll  no  more  the  other  Side  regret , 
 
 But  wholly  Ours,  and  recompos'd  within, 
 
 You'll  nothing  have  to  lofe,  when  Rome  does  win. 
 
 Cam.  Ah  give  me  Counfel  more  legitimate, 
 Nor  teach  me  with  a  Crime  to  faun  my  Fate  $ 
 For  though  my  tide  of  Woes  I  fcarce  can  ftem, 
 I  rather  would  endure  than  merit  them. 
 
 Jul.  Can  you  believe  a  prudent  Change  a  Fault? 
 
 Cam.  And  can  you  think  a  Perjury  is  not? 
 
 Jul,  What  can  engage  us  to  our  mortal  Foes? 
 
 Cam.  But  what  can  difengage  what  Honour  owes? 
 
 Jul.  You  would  in  vain  difguife  a  thing  defign'd, 
 And  which  Valerius  yefterday  did  find; 
 For  the  Reception  you  to  him  did  give, 
 Hath  made  his  late  repining  Hope  revive. 
 
 Cam.  If  to  Valerius  I  then  paid  Refpeft, 
 You  nothing  thence  mull  for  his  Hope  colled  ; 
 Another  Subjeft  did  my  Joys  produce, 
 But  I  your  Error  now  will  difabufe-, 
 And  for  my  Curtius  keep  a  Flame  too  fure, 
 Such  a  Sufcipion  longer  to  endure. 
 
 You  know  his  Sifter  was  no  fooner  led, 
 
 By  happy  Marriage,  to  my  Brother's  Bed, 
 
 But  that  my  Father  (preft  by  him)  defir 'd, 
 
 I  fhould  reward  the  Love  I  had  infpir'd  : 
 
 That  time  produe'd  happy  and  fatal  things  5 
 
 At  once  our  Marriage,  and  the  War  refolv'd, 
 
 Our  Hopes  created,  and  thofe  Hopes  diflblv'd  5 
 
 It 
 
4i6  HORACE. 
 
 Un  me  f  me  inftant  conduct  noftre  hymeny  &  la  guerre" 
 Fit  naiflre  noftre  efpoiry  &  lejettapar  terre, 
 Nous  oft  a  tout  9  fi't oft  qu'il  nous  eut  tout promis \ 
 Et  nous  f  ai f ant  Amans  il  nous  fit  Ennemis. 
 Combien  nos  déplaijîr s  parurent  lors  extrêmes  \ 
 Combien  contre  le  Ciel  il  vomit  de  blafphèmesy 
 Et  combien  de  ruijfeaux  coulèrent  de  mes  yeux  l 
 Je  ne  vous  le  dis  pointy  vous  viftes  nos  adieux. 
 Vous  avez  veu  depuis  les  troubles  de  mon  ame> 
 Vous f  gavez  pour  la  *Paix  quels  vœux  afaitsmaflamey 
 Et  quels  pleurs  fay  ver  fez  à  chaque  événement  y 
 Tant  oft  pour  mon  Taysy  tant  oft  pour  mon  Amant. 
 Enfin  mon  defefpoir  par  my  ces  longs  obft  actes 
 M  a  fait  avoir  recours  à  la  voix  des  Oracles. 
 Ecoutez  ft  celuy  qui  me  fut  hier  rendu 
 Eut  droit  de  rajfeurer  mon  efprit  éperdu. 
 Ce  Grec  fi  renommé  qui  depuis  tant  d  années 
 Au  pied  de  l'Aventin  prédit  nos  T^eftinéesy 
 Luy  qu'Apollon  jamais  n' a  fait  parler  à  faux  y 
 Me  promit  par  ces  Vers  la  fin  /ie  mes  travaux. 
 Albe  &  Rome  demain  prendront  une  autre  face  * 
 Tes  vœux  font  exaucez,  elles  auront  la  Paix, 
 Et  tu  feras  unie  avec  ton  Ouriace, 
 Sans  qu'aucun  mauvais  fort  t'en  fépâre  jamais. 
 J *  épris  fur  cet  Oracle  une  entière  affetwancey 
 Et  comme  lefuccespajfoit  mon  efpérarkf, 
 J'abandonnay  mon  ame  à  des  ravijfemensy 
 gui  pajf oient  les  tranfports  des  plus  heureux  Amans. 
 
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HORACE.  427 
 
 It  promise  all,  and  then  fnatch'd  all  away, 
 
 It  makes  us  Foes,  and  Lovers,  in  a  day  : 
 
 How  violent  our  Grief  did  then  appear, 
 
 How  many  Blafphemies  Heav'n  then  did  hear, 
 
 And  from  my  Eyes  how  many  Rivers  fell, 
 
 I  tell  you  not,  you  faw  our  lafl  Farewell. 
 
 The  trouble  of  my  Soul  you  fince  have  feen, 
 
 And  of  my  Vows  for  Peace  have  VVitnefs  been* 
 
 At  ev'ry  News  in  my  diftra&ed  Breaft, 
 
 My  Country  and  my  Lover  did  conteft; 
 
 Tofs'd  with  uncertain  thoughts,  1  fled  for  Eafe 
 
 To  the  Relief  of  facred  Oracles  : 
 
 Judge  if  what  yefterday  I  did  obtain, 
 
 Might  not  allure  my  drooping  Heart  again  5 
 
 That  famous  Greek  who  at  t\ï  Aventine  dwells, 
 
 And  Heavn's  dark  Purpofes  to  Men  foretels, 
 
 He  whom  Apollo  never  yet  betray 'd, 
 
 By  this  Reply  my  ftormy  Thoughts  allay 'd. 
 
 <c  Alba  and  Rome  to  morrow  changing  face, 
 
 cc  Shall  to  thy  wifh'd-for  Peace  at  lafl:  give  place  -, 
 
 "  And  to  thy  Curtius  thou  (halt  then  be  ty'd, 
 
 "  So  as  no  Fortune  ever  (hall  divide. 
 
 I  wholly  on  this  Anfwer  did  depend, 
 
 And  finding  it  my  utmoft  Hopes  tranfeend, 
 
 My,  Soul  to  Raptures  of  Contentment  flew, 
 
 Beyond  what  happieft  Lovers  ever  knew. 
 
 Judge 
 
428  HORACE. 
 
 Jugez,  de  leur  excès.     Je  rencontray  Valére, 
 Et  contre  fa  coutume  il  ne  pût  me  déplaire. 
 Il  me  parla  d'amour  fans  me  donner  cfennuy, 
 Je  ne  m'apperçûs  pas  que  je  par  lois  à  luy, 
 Je  ne  luy  pus  montrer  de  mépris,  ny  de  glace, 
 Tout  ce  que  je  voyois  me  fembloit  Curiae  e, 
 Tout  ce  qu'on  me  difoit  me  parloit  de  fes  feux, 
 Tout  ce  que  je  difois  laffeuroit  de  mes  vœux. 
 Le  combat  général  aujourd'huy  fe  hazarde, 
 J'en  ffus  hier  la  nouvelle,  &je  ny  pris  pas  garde. 
 Mon  efprït  rejet  toit  ces  funeftes  objets, 
 Charmé  des  doux  penfers  d'hymen  &  de  la  *Paix. 
 La  nuit  a  diffipé  des  erreurs  fi  charmantes  5 
 Mille  fonges  affreux ',  mille  images  fanglantes^ 
 Ou  plût  oft  mille  amas  de  carnage  &  d'horreur 
 Mont  arraché  ma  joy  e^  &  rendu  ma  terreur. 
 J'ay  veu  du  fang,  des  morts,  &  ri*  ay  rien  v  eu  de  fuite. 
 Un  SpeEîre  en  paroiffant  prenoit  foudain  la  fuite, 
 Ils  s' effaçaient  l'un  l'autre,  &  chaque  illujïon 
 Redoubloit  mon  effroy  par  fa  confu/ion. 
 
 Jul.  Ceft  en  contraire  fens  qu'un  fonge  s'interprète. 
 
 Cam.  Je  le  doy  croire  aifipuifque  je  le  fouhaite^ 
 Mais  je  me  trouve  enfin,  malgré  tous  mes  fouhaits. 
 Au  jour  d'une  Bataille,  &  non  pas  d'une  <Paixi 
 
 Jul.  Tar  là  finit  la  guerre,  &  la  Taix  luy  fuccede. 
 
 Cam.  Dure  à  jamais  le  mal  s' il  y  faut  ce  remède  \ 
 Soit  que  Rome  y  fuccombe,  ou  quAlbe  ait  le  de  (fou  s, 
 Cher  Amant,  ri  att  ens  plus  d'ejlre  un  jour  mon  Epoux. 
 
 7«- 
 
HORACE.  429 
 
 Judge  of  their  height  5  Valerius  then  I  met, 
 And  could  ev'n  him  behold  without  Regret: 
 He  fpoke  of  Love  too,  and  I  that  could  hear, 
 And  never  thought  Valerius  had  been  there  ^ 
 His  Courtfhip  could  from  me  no  Anger  draw, 
 For  ev'ry  thing  feem'd  Curlius  that  I  ftw. 
 I  thought  all  Sounds  told  me  how  he  did  burn, 
 And  all  my  Anfwers  Eccho'd  my  Return. 
 The  gen'ral  Field  which  mud  to  Day  be  fought, 
 I  yefterday  had  heard,  but  minded  not; 
 My  Soul  thofe  fatal  Obje&s  did  rejed, 
 And  ftill  on  Peace  and  Marriage  did  reflect  : 
 But  Night  thofe  charming  Errors  has  expell'd, 
 And  made  my  Soul  to  dreadful  Vifions  yield, 
 Wherein  vaft  heaps  of  Horrour,  Floods  of  Gore 
 Did  rob  my  Joy,  and  all  my  Fear  reftore  : 
 I  faw  Men  dying,  and  then  loft  the  fight, 
 A  Ghoft  appear'd,  and  then  it  took  its  flighty 
 The  fatal  Shades  each  others  Shape  fupprefs, 
 And  by  Confufion  Terrour  did  increafe. 
 
 Jul.  An  oppofite  Conftru&ion  Dreams  require. 
 
 Cam.  I  would  believe  what  I  fo  much  defire$ 
 But  I,  and  all  my  Hopes  of  good  Succefs, 
 Find  this  a  day  of  Battel,  not  of  Peace. 
 
 Jul.  'Twill  end  the  War,  and  then  a  Peace  is  fure. 
 
 Cam.  The  Pain  is  lefs  than  fuch  a  guilty  Cure. 
 If  Rome>  or  Albay  muft  defeated  be, 
 Dear  Curtius  can  have  no  Pretence  to  me; 
 
 No, 
 
43o  HORACE. 
 
 Jamais,  jamais  ce  nom  ne  fer  a  pour  un  homme 
 Qui  f oit*  ou  le  vainqueur ',  ou  l'ej clave  de  Rome. 
 
 Mais  quel  Objet  nouveau  fe  pre  fente  en  ces lieux '; 
 Efl-ce  toy,  Curiace  ?  en  croiray-je  mes  yeux  ? 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 
 Curiace,  Camille*  Julie. 
 
 [homme^ 
 Cur.  N'en  doutez  point,  Camille,  &  revoyez  un 
 
 Qui  n'efl  ny  le  vainqueur,  ny  l'efclave  de  Rome. 
 Cejfez  d'appréhender  de  voir  rougir  mes  mains 
 *Du  poids  honteux  des  fers,  ou  du  fang  des  Romains. 
 J'ay  crû  que  vous  aimiez  ajfez  Rome  &  la  gloire9 
 Tour  méprifer  ma  chaifne,  &  haïr  ma  vififoire, 
 Et  comme  également  en  cette  extrémité 
 
 Je  craignois  la  viâïoire,  &  la  captivité » 
 
 Cam.  Curiace,  ilfuffit,  je  devine  le  refle. 
 Tu  fui  s  une  bataille  à  tes  vœux fi *f une  fie, 
 Et  ton  cœur  tout  à  moy,  pour  ne  me  perdre  pas, 
 'Dérobe  à  ton  Tays  le  fee  our  s  de  ton  bras. 
 Qu'un  autre  confidére  icy  ta  renommée, 
 Et  te  blafme,  s'il  veut^  de  ni  avoir  trop  aimée. 
 Ce  riefi  point  à  Camille  à  t'en  mefeftimer, 
 ? 'lus  ton  amour  par  oit,  plus  elle  doit  i "aimer \ 
 Et  fi  tu  dois  beaucoup  aux  lieux  qui  font  veu  naiflre, 
 <pus  tu  quittes  pour  moy,  plus  tu  le  fais  paroiftre. 
 Mais  as-tu  veu  monTére,  &  peut-il  endurer 
 Qu'ainfi  dans  fa  maifon  tu  fofes  retirer  ? 
 
 Ne 
 
HORACE.  4.31 
 
 No,  it  Camilla  never  can  become 
 To  wed  the  Conquerour,  nor  Slave,  of  Rome. 
 But  what  new  Objeft  does  my  fight  furprize! 
 Is  it  thee,  Cur nus>  may  I  truft  my  Eyes? 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 
 Curtiusy  Camilla,  Julia. 
 
 Curt.  Camilla^  doubt  it  not,  that  Man  is  comej 
 Neither  the  Conquerour,  nor  Slave,  of  Rome  • 
 Nor  think  he  could  before  your  Face  have  flood 
 With  Roman  Fetters  charg'd,  or  Roman  Blood. 
 Glory  and  Rome  you  love  at  fuch  a  rate, 
 You  would  defpife  my  Chain,  and  Conqueft  hate* 
 And  fince  alike  in  an  Extream  fo  great 
 I  fear'd  a  Vidory,  and  a  Defeat 
 
 Cam.  'Tis  enough  Curtius,  I  can  guefs  thy  aim, 
 Thou  fly'ft  a  Field  fo  fatal  to  thy  Flame  5 
 Rather  than  me  thy  am'rous  Heart  would  lofe, 
 It  to  thy  Country  does  thy  Sword  refufe. 
 Let  others  make  Reflections  on  thy  Fame, 
 And  if  they  pleafe,  fo  great  a  Paflion  blarney 
 I  can  no  Quarrel  have  to  this  Defign, 
 What  mod  thy  Love  fhews,  mod  obliges  mine  : 
 And  if  to  Alba  Succour  that  denies, 
 'Tis  to  make  me  the  greater  Sacrifice. 
 But  haft  thou  feen  my  Father?  and  could  he 
 Allow  his  Houfe  ftiould  thy  Retirement  be? 
 
 Does 
 
432  HORAC  E. 
 
 Ne  pré  fer  e-f  il  point  l' Et  at  à  fa  famille? 
 
 Ne  regarde-fil  point  Rome  plus  que  fa  Fille? 
 
 Enfin  noftre  bonheur  efl~il  bien  affermy  ? 
 
 T'a-fil  vu  comme  Gendre*  ou  bien  comme  Ennemy  ? 
 
 Cur.  Il  m'a  veu  comme  Gendre*avec une tendreffe 
 Qui  témoignoit  affez  une  entière  allegreffe, 
 Mais  Une  ni  a  point  veu  par  une  trahifon 
 Indigne  de  l'honneur  d* entrer  dans  fa  maifon. 
 Je  ri  abandonne  point  Pintér  eft  de  ma  Ville* 
 J'aime  encor  mon  honneur  en  adorant  Camille. 
 Tant  qu'a  duré  la  guerre  on  m* a  veu  conftamment 
 Auffi  bon  Citoyen  que  véritable  Amant. 
 TfAlbe  avec  mon  amour  face  or  dois  la  querelle* 
 Je  foûpirois  pour  vous  en  combatant  pour  elle^ 
 Et  s'ilfalloit  encor  que  Von  en  vinfl  aux  coups  % 
 Je  combat  rois  pour  elle  en  foupirant  pour  vous. 
 Ouy,  malgré  les  deftrs  de  mon  ame  charmée* 
 Si  la  guerre  dur  oit*  je  fer  oit  dans  l'Armée. 
 Ce  ft  la  Paix  qui  chez  vous  me  donne  libre  accès \ 
 La  Paix  à  qui  nos  feux  doivent  ce  beau  fuc ces. 
 
 Cam.  La  'Paix  !  &  le  moyen  de  croire  un  telmiracle? 
 
 Jul.  Camille*  pour  le  moins croyez-envoftre Oracle^ 
 Et  fichons  pleinement  par  quels  heureux  effets 
 L'heure  d'une  bataille  a  produit  cette  paix. 
 
 Cur.  Vauroit  on  jamais  crû  ?  T>éja  les  deux  Armée s 
 
 Tj'une  égale  chaleur  au  combat  animées 
 
 Se  menaçoient  des  yeux*  &  marchant  fièrement* 
 
 N'attendoient  pour  donner  que  le  commandement* 
 
 Quand 
 
HORACE.  433 
 
 Does  Policy  or  Nature  him  oercome? 
 And  which  is  cleared  to  him,  me,  or  Rome? 
 And,  to  allure  our  Fortune,  let  poc  i  WW* 
 Did  he  appear  a  Father,  or  a  Foe  > 
 
 Curt.   With  as  much  Kindnefs  my  Approach  h~ 
 l  few 
 
 As  could  be  challenge  by  a  Son-in-Law: 
 But  me  he  hath  not  by  a  Treafon  feen, 
 Which  had  unworthy  his  Alliance  been. 
 I  quit  not  Âlbây  by  adoring  you, 
 But  keep  my  Paflion*  and  my  Honour  too* 
 And  all  the  War,  your  Curtius  hath  not  been 
 A  better  Lover  than  a  Citizen  ^ 
 Nor  to  his  Country's  Caufe  could  Love  prefer, 
 But  while  he  figh'd  for  you,  he  fought  for  her. 
 And  if  we  mud  that  fad  Conteft  renew, 
 I  ftill  muft  fight  for  her,  and  figh  for  you. 
 Yes,  and  in  fpight  of  all  ray  Paflion's  charms, 
 Did  the  War  laft,  I  fliould  be  now  in  Arms. 
 But  a  new  Peace  gives  me  this  free  accefs, 
 And  'tis  to  that,  we  owe  this  Happinefs. 
 
 Cam.  O  !  Who  can  Faith  to  fuch  a  Wonder  giv:  ? 
 
 Jul.  At  leaft  you  may  your  Oracle  believe, 
 And  may  difcover,  by  this  good  SucCefs, 
 This  day  of  Battel  has  producM  a  Peace. 
 
 Curt.  Who  could  have  thought  it  ?  The  two  Armij 
 met, 
 And  Both  to  Fight  refoiv'd  with  equal  heat, 
 
 F  f  Whe  i 
 
43+  HORACE. 
 
 Quand  noflre'Diffatetir  devant  les  rangs  s'avance, 
 
 'Demande  à  vqftre  ^Prince  un  moment  defilence, 
 
 Et  Payant  obtenu-*  Que  faifons-nous,  Romains» 
 
 2)//-//,  Se  quel  Démon  nous  fait  venir  aux  mains? 
 
 Souffrons  que  la  raifon  éclaire  enfin  nos  âmes. 
 
 Nous  fommes  vosvoifins,nos  Filles  font  vos  Femmes» 
 
 Et  l'hymen  nous  a  joints  par  tant  &  tant  de  nœuds* 
 
 Qu'il  eft  peu  de  nos  Fils  qui  ne  foient  vos  Neveux* 
 
 Nous  ne  fommes  qu'un  fang  ôc  qu'un  Peuple  en  deux 
 
 Pourquoy  nous  déchirer  par  des  guerres  civiles,  L  *  "1€S* 
 
 Où  la  mort  des  Vaincus  afFoiblit  le  Vainqueurs» 
 
 Et  le  plus  beau  triomphe  eft  arrofé  de  pleurs  ? 
 
 Nos  Ennemis  communs  attendent  avec  joye 
 
 Qu'un  des  partis  défait  leur  donne  l'autre  en  proye, 
 
 LafTé,  demy-rompu,  Vainqueur,  mais  pour  tout  fruit 
 
 Dénué  d'un  fecours  par  luy-mefme  détruit. 
 
 Us  ont  affez  long-temps  joùy  de  nos  divorces» 
 
 Contr  eux  dorefnavant  joignons  toutes  nos  forces, 
 
 Et  noyons  dans  l'oubly  ces  petits  difFerens 
 
 Qui  de  fi  bons  Guerriers  font  de  mauvais  Parens  : 
 
 Que  fi  l'ambition  de  commander  aux  autres 
 
 Fait  marcher  aujourd'huy  vos  Troupes  &  les  noftres, 
 
 Pourveu  qu'à  moins  de  fang  nous  voulions  l'appaifer» 
 
 Elle  nous  unira  loin  de  nous  divifer. 
 
 Nommons  de  Combatans  pour  la  caufe  commune. 
 
 Que  chaque  Peuple  aux  liens  attache  fa  fortune, 
 
 Et  fuivant  ce  que  d'eux  ordonnera  le  Sort, 
 
 Que  le  foible  party  prenne  loy  du  plus  fort. 
 
 Mais 
 
HORACE.  435 
 
 When  our  Diftator  'twixt  both  Armies  Hands, 
 And  a  fliort  Audience  from  your  Prince  demands. 
 11  Romans  (fa  id  he  then)  whence  comes  all  this  rage? 
 ct  What  fury  mikes  us  thus  in  Arms  engage? 
 <c  At  1  aft  let  Reafon  our  Inltruftor  be, 
 <c  Our  Daughters  are  y  our  Wive?,  your  Neighbors  we  h 
 4t  Hymen  fo  much  our  Union  did  purfue, 
 c<  That  our  Sons  challenge  Grand-Fathers  in  you: 
 €<  We  but  one  Kindred,  and  one  People  are, 
 "  VVhy  fhould  we  tear  our  felves  with  Civil  War? 
 cC  Where  he  that  Conquers  Jofes  too,  and  wears 
 c*  His  nobleft  Lawrel  water'd  with  his  Tears. 
 cc  Our  common  Foes  exped:  this  Bloody  Day, 
 <c  That  they  that  win  it  may  become  their  Prey  5 
 lç  Nor  can  the  Guilty  Conqu'ror  that  avoid, 
 <c  Having  himfelf  his  own  Defence  deftroy'd. 
 <c  They  fmile  to  fee  us  thus  our  Force  abufe, 
 Cc  Which  againft  them  we  fhould  more  Nobly  ufe: 
 C|  Let  us  the  little  Difcords  then  forfake, 
 "  Which  fo  bad  Kinfmen  of  good  Soldiers  make. 
 <c  But  if  a  thirft  of  Empire  be  the  Caufe 
 <c  Which  either  People  to  this  Madnefs  draw?, 
 <c  If  with  lefs  Slaughter  that  may  be  fupply'd, 
 <c  It  will  unite  us,  rather  than  divide: 
 "  Let  either  City  Combatants  defign, 
 tc  And  all  her  Fortune  to  their  Swords  refign, 
 "  And  as  of  them  the  Gods  fhall  then  ordain, 
 <c  Let  the  weak  yield,  and  let  the  ftronger  reign  * 
 
 Ffi  «'But 
 
436  HORACE. 
 
 Mais  fans  indignité  pour  des  Guerriers  fi  braves } 
 Qu'ils  deviennent  Sujets,  fans  devenir  efclaves, 
 Sans  honte,  fans  tribut,  &  fans  autre  rigueur, 
 Quedefuivre  en  tous  lieux  les  drapeaux  du  Vainqueur 
 Ainfi  nos  deux  Etats  ne  feront  qu'un  Empire. 
 //  femble  qu'à  ces  mots  noflre  dtfcorde  ex pire •, 
 Chacun  jet  tant  les  yeux  dans  un  rang  ennemy. 
 Reconnaît  un  Beau-frére>  un  Coufin>  un  Amy. 
 Ils  s  étonnent  comment  leurs  mains  de  fang  avides 
 Voloient  fans  y  pen  fer  à  tant  de  parricides , 
 Et  font  paroiflre  un  front  couvert  tout  à  la  fois 
 *D* horreur  pour  la  bataille,  ér  d'ardeur  pour  ce  choix. 
 Enfin  l'offre  s'accepte^  &  la  paix  defirée 
 Sous  ces  conditions  eft  aufft-toft  jurée. 
 Trois  combatrontpour  tous, mais  pour  les  mieux  choi/ir, 
 Nos  Chefs  ont  voulu  prendre  un  peu  plus  de  loifïr  ; 
 Le  voftre  eft  au  Sénat,  le  noflre  dans  fa  Tente. 
 Cam.OcDieuxyque  ce  difcours  rend  mon  ame  contente! 
 Cur.^Dans  deux  heures  au  plus  par  un  commun  accord 
 Le  fort  de  nos  Guerriers  réglera  noflre  fort. 
 Cependant  tout  eft  libre  attendant  qu'on  les  nomme  • 
 Rome  eft  dans  nojlre  camp,  &  noflre  camp  dans  Rome. 
 T>'un  &  d  autre  coflé  l'accès  étant  permis, 
 Chacun  va  renouer  avec  fes  vieux  Amis, 
 'four  mojy  ma  pajfion  nia  fait  fuivre  vos  Frères^ 
 Et  mes  deflirs  ont  eu  des  fuccés  fi  profpéresy 
 ffhie  F Auteur  de  vos  jours  ni  a  promis  à  demain 
 Le  bonheur  fans  pareil  de  vous  donner  la  main. 
 
 Vous 
 
HORACE.  437 
 
 C(  But  fo,  as  blufhes  to  the  Lofer  fiv'd, 
 cc  They  may  fubjeâed  bc,  but  not  enflav'd, 
 
 "  And  to  no  Shams,  or  Tribute,  condefeend, 
 '<  But  on  the  Vi&or's  Standards  to  attend. 
 ''Thus  our  two  States  we  way  one  Empire  call. 
 He  faid  no  more,  but  this  affefted  all  : 
 Each  on  the  hoftile  Ranks  calling  his  Eyes, 
 A  Friend,  a  Kinfman,  or  a  Brother  fpies^ 
 They  wonder  how  their  greedy  Anger  flew, 
 In  their  own  Blood  their  Weapons  to  enahrewj 
 And  this  Reflection  on  each  Brow  did  write, 
 Heat  for  the  Choice,  and  Horrour  for  the  Fight. 
 At  length  this  Offer  through  the  Squadrons  born, 
 On  thefe  Conditions  the  wi(Vd  Peace  was  fworn^ 
 Three  tight  for  each,  but  the  Commanders  tak 
 More  Icifure  this  import  rat  Choice  to  make  : 
 Ours  to  the  Camp,  yours  to  the  Senate  went. 
 
 Cam. Oh  Go  Is!  how  much  )ou  ftuly  my  Content  J 
 Curt.  'Tis  the  Agreement,  that  within  two  hours 
 Our  Champions  Fortune  mud  determine  Ours: 
 Till  they  are  naru'dj  we  freely  go  and  come, 
 Rome  in  our  Camp  is,  and  our  Camp  in  Rome: 
 And  fince  no  Orders  now  acctfs  refufe, 
 His  old  Acquaintance  cv'ry  Man  renews. 
 I  (by  my  Paffion  led  )  your  brothers  found, 
 And  my  Love  fince  with  fuch  Succefs  is  crownd, 
 That  now  your  Father's  word  my  hope  allow?; 
 We  (hall  to  morrow  join  cur  Marriage  Vows  5 
 
 Ff  3  You  11 
 
438  HORACE. 
 
 Vous  ne  deviendrez  pas  rebelle  àfapuijfance  ? 
 
 Cam.  Le  devoir  d'une  Fille  eft  en  l'obéïjfance. 
 
 Cur.  Venez,  donc  recevoir  ce  doux  commandement 9 
 Qui  doit  mettre  le  comble  à  mon  contentement. 
 
 Cam.y*  vay  fuivre  vos  pasymais  pour  revoir  mes 
 Et  ff  avoir  deux  encor  la  fin  de  nos  miferes.  [_Fréresy 
 
 Jul.  Allez^  &  cependant  au  pied  de  nos  Autels* 
 J'iray  rendre  pour  vous  graces  aux  Immortels. 
 
 ACTE  IL  SCENE  I. 
 
 Horace*  Curiace. 
 
 Curia  ce. 
 In/i  Rome  n'a  point  feparé  fon  eflimer 
 
 A 
 
 Elle  euft  crû  faire  ailleurs  un  choix  illégitime. 
 Cette  fuperbe  Ville  en  vos  Frères  &  vous 
 Trouve  les  trois  Guerriers  qu'elle  préfère  à  tous. 
 Et  fon  illuftre  ardeur  d'oferplus  que  les  autres, 
 ^D' une  feule  mai  fon  brave  toutes  les  noftres. 
 Nous  croirons ,  à  la  voir  toute  entière  en  vos  mains, 
 Que  hors  les  Fils  d Horace  il  nefl  point  de  Romains. 
 Ce  choix  pouvoit  combler  trois  Familles  de  gloire. 
 Confacrer  hautement  leurs  noms  à  la  mémoire. 
 Ouy*  l'honneur  que  reçoit  la  voftre  par  ce  choix 
 En  pouvoit  à  bon  titre  irnmor  tali  fer  trois, 
 
 Et 
 
HORACE.  459 
 
 You'll  not,  I  truft,  difpute  what  he  commands. 
 
 Cam.  A  Daughter's  Duty  in  Obedience  ftand 
 
 Curt.  Come  then,  that  pleating  Order  now  receive, 
 Which  muft  an  end  to  all  my  Sufferings  give. 
 
 Cam.  I  go,  in  hope  my  Brothers  there  to  fèëj 
 And  know  the  Period  of  our  Mifery. 
 
 Jul.  Be  that  your  way,  the  Temple  (hall  be  mine, 
 Where,  for  you  both,  I'll  praife  the  Pow'rs  divine. 
 
 {Exeunt. 
 
 ACT  II.  SCENE  I. 
 
 Horace^  and  Curtius. 
 
 Curt  iu  s. 
 
 THUS  Rome  hath  not  divided  her  Efteem, 
 Another  choice  to  her  unjuft  would  feem. 
 You,  and  your  Brothers,  this  proud  City  calls 
 The  greateft  Soldiers  that  are  in  her  Walls  5 
 And  whilft  before  all,  (he  you  three  prefers, 
 She  all  our  Houfes  braves  with  one  of  hers 5 
 And  one  may  think,  as  this  Election  runs, 
 Rome  hath  no  Soldiers,  but  your  Fathers  Sons. 
 By  this,  three  Families  muft  raife  their  Name, 
 And  nobly  confecrate  themfelves  to  Fame: 
 Yes,  by  this  Choice  we  fo  much  Honour  fee 
 Giv'nto  one  Houfe,  as  might  Eternize  three  j 
 
 Ff4  And 
 
440  HORACE. 
 
 1 1  puifque  cefl  chc*z,  vous  que  mon  heur  &  maflame 
 M'ont  fait  placer  ma  Sœur,  &  choijïr  une  Femme* 
 Ce  que  je  vais  vous  eftre,  &  ce  que  je  vous  fuis, 
 Me  font  y  prendre  part  autant  que  je  le  puis. 
 Mais  un  autre  intéreft  tient  ma  joy  e  en  contrainte^ 
 Et  par  my  fe  s  douceurs  mcfle  beaucoup  de  crainte. 
 La  guerre  en  tel  éclat  a  mis  vojire  valeur 
 Que  je  tremble  pour  Albe,  &  prévoyfon  malheur. 
 ?  aifque  vous  combat ez,  fa  perte  eft  ajfeurés, 
 En  vous  faifant  nommer  le  *DeJlin  lla  jurée, 
 Je  voy  trop  dans  ce  choix  Je  s  funeftes  projets, 
 Et  me  compte  déjà  pour  un  de  vos  Sujets.       [Rome 
 H  jr.Loin  de  trembler  pour  Albe^  il  vous faut plaindre 
 Voyant  ceux  quelle  oublie  >  à*  les  trois  qu'elle  nomme* 
 Cefî  un  aveuglement  pour  elle  bien  fat  al, 
 Savoir  tant  à  choifir,  &  de  choifir  fi  mal. 
 Mille  de  fes  Enfans  beaucoup  plus  dignes  d'elle 
 louvoient  bien  mieux  que  nous  foûtenir  fa  querelle  $ 
 Mais  quoy  que  ce  combat  me  promette  un  cercueil, 
 La  *  foire  de  ce  choix  m  enfle  dun  jufte  orgueil. 
 Mon  efprit  en  confit  une  mafle  affeurance^ 
 j 'ofe  efpérer  beaucoup  de  mon  peu  de  vaillance, 
 Et  du  Sort  envieux  quels  que  f oient  les  projets, 
 Je  ne  me  compte  point  pour  un  de  vos  Sujets. 
 R.me  a  trop  crû  de  moy,  mais  mon  ame  ravie 
 Remplirafon  attente,  eu  quittera  la  vie. 
 £iti  veut  mourir  ou  vaincre  eft  vaincu  rarement  $ 
 l  e  noble  defefpoir  périt  malaifément. 
 
 Rome, 
 
HORACE.  441 
 
 And  fînce  in  your?,  my  Fortune  and  my 
 Hath  plac'J  a  Sifter,  and  a  Wife  does  claim, 
 "iou  juflly  may  cxpeft  Concerna  in  me, 
 
 From  what  I  am,  and  what  I  am  to  be: 
 But  yet  another  Reafon  does  conftraifl 
 My  J°y*  and  mingles  with  it  much  of  Pain  ; 
 For  your  fam'd Courage  to  that  pitch  is  flown, 
 That  Albas  Fall  already  I  bemoan. 
 Her  lofs  is  certain  now  j  and  naming  you, 
 Ev'n  Dcftiny  her  felf  hath  (worn  it  too. 
 In  this  Election  I  read  Alba* s  doom, 
 And  count  my  felf  a  Subjecl  now  of  Rome. 
 
 Hot. ' fis Ron:ey  not  Alba,} our  Compaflion  claims» 
 Viewing  whom  (lie  reject?)  and  whom  (lie  names; 
 Her  partial  Favour  may  her  Fortune  lofe, 
 Who  having  fo  much  choice,  fo  ill  does  chufe: 
 A  thoufand  braver  Sons  (he  had  than  we, 
 Who  might  with  more  fuccefs  her  Champions  be. 
 But  though  my  Ruin  in  this  Choice  I  find, 
 With  noble  Pride  it  elevates  my  Mind; 
 My  Heart's  Aflurance  gathers  mighty  fcope, 
 And  from  my  little  Courage,  much  1  hpj 
 Which  howfoever  Fare  intends  to  treat, 
 I  cannot  think  my  felf  your  Subj:cl  yet: 
 Rome  hopes  too  well  of  me,  and  therefore  I 
 Will  anfwer  that  great  Truft,  or  for  it  dye. 
 He  that  will  dye,  or  vanquifh,  feldom  fails$ 
 That  brave  Defpair  mod  commonly  prevails  ^ 
 
 How 
 
442  HORACE. 
 
 Rome,  quoy  qu'il  en  J oit,  ne  fera  point  Sujette, 
 Que  mes  derniers  foupirs  ri  a ff eurent  ma  défaite. 
 
 Cur.  Hélas  l  c'eft  bien  icy  que  je  dois  ejlre plaint. 
 Ce  que  veut  mon  Tays,  mon  amitié  le  craint. 
 *Dures  extremitez,  de  voir  Albe  ajfervie, 
 Ou  fa  vi£loire  au  prix  d'une  Jï  chère  vie, 
 Et  que  l'unique  bien  où  tendent  fes  defirs, 
 S* achére  feulement  par  vos  derniers  foupirs  l 
 Quels  vœux  puis- je  former ',  &  quel  bonheur  attendre? 
 *De  tous  les  deux  cojlezfay  des  pleurs  à  répandre, 
 *De  tous  les  deux  cojlez  mes  de  fir  s  font  trahis. 
 
 Hor.Quoylvous  me  pleureriez  mourant  pour  monTaysl 
 Tour  un  cœur  généreux  ce  trépas  a  des  charmes. 
 La  gloire  qui  le  fuit  ne  fouffre  point  de  larmes, 
 Et  je  le  recevrois  en  beniffant  mon  fort, 
 Si  Rome  &  tout  lEtat  perdoient  moins  en  ma  mort, 
 Cur.  A  vos  Amis  pourtant  permettez  de  le  craindre, 
 *Dans  un  fi  beau  trépas  ils  font  les  feuls  à  plaindre, 
 La  gloire  en  eft  pour  vous,  &  la  perte  pour  eux, 
 Il  vous  fait  immortel,  &  les  rend  malheureux, 
 On  perd  tout  quand  on  perd  un  Amy  fî fidelle. 
 Mais  Flavian  ni  apporte  icy  quelque  nouvelle.   . 
 
 SCENE 
 
HORACE.  443 
 
 How  eer  it  be,  fhc  never  (hall  obey, 
 
 Till  ray  laft  Gafp  fays,  I  have  loft  the  Day. 
 
 Curt.  Alas!  my  Fortune  only  calls  for  Tears, 
 Since  what  my  Country  hopes,  my  Friendflup  fears. 
 Cruel  exrrcams  !  Alba  muft  be  fubdu'd, 
 Or  elfe  her  Triumph  with  your  Blood  embrew'd, 
 And  all  the  Glory  for  which  fhe  has  fought, 
 Can  only  with  fo  dear  a  Life  be  bought  ! 
 What  can  I  wi(h,  or  what  Event  defire, 
 Since  either  fo  much  Sorrow  will  require  ? 
 And  ev'ry  way  I  fee  my  Hopes  deny'd. 
 
 Hor.  Would  you  regret  me,  if  for  Rome  I  dy'd? 
 A  Death  fo  noble,  lovely  does  appear, 
 And  is  too  Glorious  to  endure  a  Tear  : 
 Nay  I  fhould  court  it,  and  my  Ruin  blefs, 
 If  Rome  by  my  Defeat  would  fufFer  lefs. 
 
 Curt.  But  yet  you  may  allow  your  Friends  to  fer 
 What  will  to  them  at  leaft  be  fo  fevere; 
 They  fufFer  in  your  Glory,  and  one  Fate 
 Makes  you  Immortal,  them  unfortunate. 
 He  lofes  all,  who  fuch  a  Friend  muft  lofe. 
 But  hither  Flavius  comes,  and  brings  us  News. 
 Hath  Alba's  Council  yet  her  Champions  chofe? 
 
 SCENE 
 
444 
 
 HORACE. 
 
 SCENE    II. 
 
 Horace,  Curiace,  Ravian. 
 
 Cur.  Albe  de  trois  Guerriers  a-f  elle  fait  le  choix} 
 Flav.  Je  viens  pour  vous  Rapprendre. 
 
 Cur.  Et  bien,  qui  font  les  trois  > 
 Flav.  Vos  deux  Frères  &  vous, 
 Cur.  Qui? 
 Flav.  Vous, à*  vos  deux  Frères. 
 Mais  pour  quoy  ce  front  trifle \&  ces  regards  fevéres? 
 Ce  choix  vous  déplaijl-il? 
 
 Cur.  Non,  mais  il  me  furprend -, 
 Jenieflimois  trop  peu  pour  un  honneur  fi  grand. 
 
 Flav, ÏDirœy-je  auT>i£îateur,dont  l'ordre  icy  m  envoyé, 
 Que  vous  le  recevez  avec  Jï  peu  de  joy  e  ? 
 Ce  morne  &  froid  accueil  me  fur  prend  a  mon.  tour. 
 
 Cur.  His-luy  que  l'amitié,  l'alliance,  &  l'amour, 
 Ne  pourront  empefcher  que  les  trois  Curiaces 
 Ne  fervent  leur  Tays  contre  les  trois  Horaces. 
 Flav.  Contre  eux  !  ah%  c'efl  beaucoup  me  dire  en  peu  de 
 
 mots. 
 Cur.  Torte4uy  ma  rèponfe,&  nous  laifje  enrepis* 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 
 Horace,  Curiace. 
 Cur.  Que  déformais  le  Ciel  Je  s  Enfer  s, à*  lai  erre 
 Unijfent  leurs  fureurs  à  nous  faire  la  guerre, 
 
 Que 
 
HORACE.  445- 
 
 SCENE     II. 
 
 Horace^  Curtius,   Flavins. 
 
 Flav.  I  come  to  tell  you. 
 
 Curt.  Well,  and  who  are  thofe? 
 Flav.  You,  and  your  Brothers. 
 
 Curt.  Who? 
 Flav.  Ev'n  they,  and  you  : 
 Rut  why  fo  ftern,  and  fo  unpleas'd  a  Brow  ? 
 Does  this  offend  you? 
 
 Curt.  No,  but  doesfurprize; 
 The  Honour  much  above  my  Merit  flies. 
 
 Flav,  Muft  the  Dictator  (who  me  hither  fent) 
 Be  told  you  hear  it  with  this  Difcontent? 
 This  cold  Reception  me  too  does  furprize. 
 
 Curt.  Tell  him,  in  fpight  of  Love's  and  Friendfhip's 
 Yet  Curtius,  and  his  Brothers,  mean  to  fight  [ties, 
 Againft  the  Horaces^  for  Alba'%  Right. 
 
 Flav.  Againft  them  !  'tis  too  much!  but  tell  me  how. 
 Curt.  Carry  my  Anfwer  back,  and  leave  me  now. 
 
 [Exit  Flavius. 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 
 Horace,  and  Curtius. 
 
 Curt. Let  Heav'n,and  EarthjandHell^now  all  engagi 
 
 To  ad  againft  us  their  united  Rage 5 
 
 Let 
 
446  HORACE. 
 
 Que  les  Homme  s  y  les  T)ieux,  les  'Démons  >ér  le  Sort 
 
 ^Préparent  contre  un  général  effort  $ 
 
 Je  mets  à  faire  pis  en  Vêt  at  où  nous  fommes 
 
 Le  Sort  y  &  les  ^Démons,  &  les  T)ieux>  &  les  Hommes. 
 
 Ce  qu'ils  ont  de  cruel,  &  d'horrible^  &  d'affreux.  Vdeux: 
 
 JJeft  bien  moins  que  l'honneur  qu'on  nous  fait  à  tous 
 
 Hor.  Le  Sort  qui  de  l'honneur  nous  ouvre  la  barrière 
 Offre  à  nojlre  confiance  une  illuftre  matière. 
 Il  épuife  fa  force  à  former  un  malheur, 
 *P  our  mieux  fe  me  fur  er  avec  nojire  valeur, 
 Et  comme  il  voit  en  nous  des  âmes  peu  communes, 
 Hors  de  l'ordre  commun  il  nous  fait  des  fortunes. 
 
 Combattre  un  Ennemy  pour  lefalut  de  tous. 
 Et  contre  un  Inconnu  s'expofer  feulaux  coups, 
 Ty une  (impie  vertu  c'eft  l'effet  ordinaire. 
 Mille  déjà  l'ont  fait,  mille  p our r oient  le  faire. 
 Mourir  pour  le  pays  eft  un  fi  digne  fort, 
 Qu'on  briguer  oit  enfouie  une  fi belle  mort. 
 Mais  vouloir  au  public  immoler  ce  qu'on  aime^ 
 S'attacher  au  combat  contre  un  autre  foy-mefmej 
 Attaquer  un  party  qui  prend  pour  défenfeur 
 La  Frère  d'une  Femme,  &  l'Amant  d'une  Sœur, 
 Et  rompant  tous  ces  nœuds  s'armer  pour  la  T  at  rie} 
 Centre  un  fang  qu'on  voudroit  racheter  defavie, 
 Une  telle  vertu  n'appartenoit  qu'à  nous. 
 L'éclat  de  fon  grand  nom  luy  fait  peu  de  jaloux, 
 Et  peu  d hommes  au  cœur  l'ont  affez  imprimée, 
 Your  ofer  afpirer  à  tant  de  renommée. 
 
 Cur. 
 
HORACE.  ++7 
 
 Let  Gods,  and  Men,  and  Fate,  and  Devils  too, 
 Prepare  againft  us  all  that  they  can  do  5 
 Yet  to  reduce  us  to  a  worfe  Eftatc, 
 I  dare  defie  Heavn,  Earth,  and  Hell,  and  Fate: 
 Horrour  it  felf  hath  fomewhat  lefs  feverc, 
 Than  this  our  difmal  Honour  does  appear. 
 
 Hot.  Fortune  hath  careful  of  our  Glory  been, 
 And  gives  a  noble  Scene  to  (hew  it  in  ^ 
 Laborioufly  (he  forms  us  a  Diftrefs 
 Somewhat  proportioned  to  our  Courages: 
 No  vulgar  thought  (lie  does  in  us  furvey, 
 And  therefore  treats  us  in  no  common  way. 
 For  publick  Safety  to  attack  a  Foe, 
 And  fingly  fight  a  Man  we  do  not  know, 
 Is  what  a  vulgar  Virtue  may  beget, 
 Thoufands  have  done  it,  and  may  do  it  yet} 
 Who  would  not  for  their  Country  lofe  their  Breath? 
 Nay  would  not  factious  grow  for  fuch  a  Death? 
 But  to  refign  her  all  that  can  be  dear, 
 And  from  our  Bofoms  half  our  Hearts  to  tear  \ 
 With  a  deftrudive  Fury  to  purfue 
 A  Sifter's  Lover,  a  Wife's  Brother  too, 
 And  breaking  all  thefe  knots,  to  fight  with  him, 
 Whofe  Life  we  would,  writhour  own  Blood,  redeem* 
 This  is  a  Virtue  only  fit  for  us, 
 And  for  which  few  will  be  follicitous  : 
 Few  Men  have  Hearts  of  that  exalted  frame, 
 That  dare  at  fuch  a  rate  pretend  to  Fame. 
 
 Gurt. 
 
448  HORACE. 
 
 Cur  .11  eft  vr ay  que  no  s  noms  ne  fçuir  oient  plus  périr" 
 L'occafîon  eft  belle,  il  nous  la  faut  chérir. 
 Nous  ferons  les  miroirs  d'une  vertu  bien  rare  i 
 1  Mais  voftre  fermeté  tient  un  pen  du  barbare. 
 'Peu,  mefme  des  grands  cœurs,  tir  croient  vanité 
 daller  par  ce  chemin  à  l'immortalité. 
 A  quelque  prix  qu'on  mette  une  telle  fumée, 
 Dobfcurite  vaut  mieux  que  tant  de  renommée. 
 
 Pour  moy,  je  lofe  dire,  &  vous  l'avez  pu  voir, 
 Je  nay  point  con  fuite  pour  fuivre  mon  devoir. 
 Nojlre  longue  amitié,  l'amour,  ny  l'alliance, 
 N'ont  pu  mettre  un  moment  mon  efprit  en  balance. 
 Et  puifque  par  ce  choix  Albe  montre  en  ejfet 
 Qu'elle  meftime  autant  que  Rome  vous  a  fait, 
 Je  croy  faire  pour  elle  autant  que  vous  pour  Rome, 
 J'ay  le  cœur  au  (fi  bon,  mais  enfin  je  fuis  homme. 
 Je  voy  que  vojlre  honneur  demande  tout  mon  fang, 
 Que  tout  le  mien  confifte  à  vous  percer  le  flanc, 
 Preft  dêpouftr  la  Sœur  qu'il  faut  tuer  le  Frère, 
 Et  que  pour  mon  Pays  fay  le  Sort  fï  contraire, 
 Encor  qu'à  mon  devoir  je  coure  fans  terreur, 
 Mon  cœur  s'en  effarouche \  &  j'en  frémis  d'horreur, 
 J'ay  pitié  de  moy -mefme,  &  jette  un  œil  d'envie, 
 dur  ceux  dont  noftre  guerre  a  confumé  la  vie, 
 àans  fouhait  toutefois  de  pouvoir  reculer. 
 Ce  trifie  &  fier  honneur  m  émeut  fans  m" ébranler. 
 J'aime  ce  qu'il  me  donne,  à*  je  plains  ce  quilmofle^ 
 Et  fi  Rome  demande  une  vertu  plus  haute, 
 
HORACE.  +49 
 
 Curt.  Tis  truc, time  never  (hall  our  Naines  deface, 
 
 And  we  the  brave  Occafion  mufl  embrace 5 
 Of  a  rare  Virtue  we  fhall  Mirrours  bu, 
 But  yours  feems  fomewhat  barbarous  to  me: 
 There  are  not  many  Heroes  would  grow  vain, 
 By  this  harfh  way,  Eternity  to  gain. 
 How  much  foe'er  you  prize  that  empty  noife, 
 Obfcurity  were  now  the  better  choice: 
 I  dare  avow  it,  and  you  might  have  fecn 
 I  have  not  doubtful  in  my  Duty  been: 
 Nor  could  my  Friendlhip,  nor  my  Love  prevail > 
 To  hold  my  Mind  in  an  uncertain  Scale. 
 But  fince  my  Country  by  her  Vote  does  fhew 
 She  values  me,  as  much  as  yours  does  you  5 
 I  hope  to  do,  what  you,  or  dare,  or  can, 
 My  Heart's  as  great,  but  I  am  flill  a  Man. 
 I  fee  my  Death  alone  your  Fame  fecures, 
 And  that  my  Honour  lies  in  acting  yours  5 
 I  muft  died  Blood,  with  which  I  would  combine, 
 So  crofs  are  all  my  Country's  Stars  to  mine: 
 Though  no  weak  terrour  can  my  Heart  diilVade; 
 Yet  difmal  horrour  does  it  now  invade  5 
 I  mourn  my  Fate,  and  envy  theirs  that  arc 
 Already  fwallow'd  by  this  greedy  War. 
 I  would  not  call  this  fad,  fierce  Honour  back, 
 Which  can't  o'erthrow  the  Heart  is  does  attack 3 
 What  I  gain  thence  I  like,  mourn  what  I  mifs, 
 And  \iRome  calls  for  firmer  Thoughts  than  this, 
 
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4fo  HORACE. 
 
 Je  r ens  graces  aux  Dieux  de  rie  fire  pas  Romain* 
 Tour  conferver  encor  quelque  chofe  et  humain, 
 
 Hor.  Si  vousrieftes  Romain ,J oyez  digne  de  l'eflre* 
 Et  fi  vous  m3 égalez y  faites-le  mieux  paroiflre. 
 
 La  folide  vertu  dont  je  fais  vanité 
 N'admet  point  de  foible  Jfe  avec  fa  fermeté* 
 Et  cefi  mal  de  l'honneur  entrer  dans  la  carrière^ 
 Que  dés  le  premier  pas  regarder  en  arriére. 
 Nojire  malheur  eft  grand \  il  efl  au  plus  haut  point* 
 Je  tenvif age  entier*  mais  je  n'en  frémis  point. 
 Contre  qui  que  ce  foit  que  mon  *Pays  my  employe* 
 J*  accepte  aveuglément  cette  gloire  avec  joy  e. 
 Celle  de  recevoir  de  tels  Commandem*ns 
 Doit  étoujfer  en  nous  tous  autres  fentimen s* 
 Qui  près  de  lefervir  confîdére  autre  chofe* 
 A  faire  ce  qu'il  doit  lafehement  fe  difpofe^ 
 Ce  droit  faint  &  facré  rompt  tout  autre  lien. 
 Rome  a  choifi  mon  bras*  je  ri  examine  rien. 
 Avec  une  allègre  jfe  auffi pleine  &  ftncére^ 
 Qne  fépoufay  la  Sœur*  je  combat t ray  le  Frère* 
 Et  pour  trancher  enfin  ces  difeours  fuperflus* 
 Albe  vous  a  nommé,  je  ne  vous  connoy plus. 
 
 Cur.  Je  vous  connois  encor ^  &  cfefl  ce  quimetué^ 
 Mais  cette  a  [pre  vertu  ne  m*  et  oit  pas  connue* 
 Comme  nojire  malheur  elle  ejl  au  plus  haut  point. 
 Souffrez  que  je  ï  admire,  & ne  l'imite  point.  [jrainte* 
 Hor.  Non*  no7i>  riembraffezpas  de  vertu  par  con- 
 Et  puifque  vous  trouvez  plus  de  charme  à  la  plainte* 
 
 En 
 
HORACE.  tfi 
 
 I  thank  the  Gods  that  I  no  Roman  am, 
 Left  all  things  humane  I  fliould  then  difclrm. 
 
 Hor.  Though  you're  no  Roman,  yet  defer VC  tube, 
 And  better  (hew  how  much  you  equal  mcj 
 That  foJid  Virtue  which  1  make  my  boaft, 
 By  any  weaker  Tinflure  would  be  loft  : 
 His  race  of  Honour  is  but  ill  defign'd, 
 Who  at  firft  ftart  begins  to  look  behind  5 
 Our  Suffering  to  the  higheft  pitch  is  brought, 
 I  can  fee  through  it,  but  I  tremble  not. 
 Where-e'er  my  Country  will  my  Arm  employ, 
 Imuft  accept  it  with  implicit  Joy^ 
 The  Glory  of  receiving  fuch  Commands, 
 Ev'ry  reflection  but  it  felf  withftands; 
 He  who  room  then  for  other  Thoughts  can  find, 
 Does  what  he  ought  with  too  remifs  a  Mind  3 
 That  facred  tie  muft  others  uncreate, 
 Rome  arming  me,  I  nothing  muft  debate-, 
 Nor  did  I  wed  thy  Sifter  with  more  joy, 
 Than  now  I'll  feek  her  Brother  to  deftroy  : 
 And  this  fuperfluous  Language  to  give  o'er, 
 You're  Albas  choice,  nor  muft  I  know  you  more. 
 
 Curt.  Yet,  to  my  torment,  I  muft  ftiliknow  you» 
 But  this  rough  Virtue  yet  I  never  knew. 
 And  in  this  fad  extremity  of  Fate, 
 Let  me  admire  it,  but  not  imitate. 
 
 Hor.  No,  no,  embrace  not  Virtue  by  conftraintr 
 And  fince  you  find  fuch  pleafure  in  Complaint, 
 
 G  g  2  Freely 
 
454  HORACE, 
 
 En  toute  liberté  goûtez  un  bien  fi %  doux \ 
 Voicy  'venir  ma  Sœur  pour  fe plaindre  avec  vous. 
 Je  vay  revoir  la  voflre,  &  refoudre  Jon  ame 
 A  fe  bien  fouvenir  qu'elle  ejl  toujours  ma  Femme^ 
 A  vous  aimer  encor,  fi  je  meurs  par  vos  mains, 
 Et  prendre  en  [on  malheur  des  fentimens  Romains. 
 
 S    C    E    N    E    IV. 
 
 Horace,  Curiace,  Camille. 
 
 Hor.  Avez- vous  fçu  tétat  qu'on  fait  de  Curiace ', 
 Ma  Sœur  ? 
 
 Cam.  Hélas  !  mon  fort  a  bien  changé  de  face, 
 
 Hor.  Armez-vous  de  confiance ',&  montrez-vous  ma 
 Et  fi  par  mon  trépas  il  retourne  Vainqueur ',     \y&ur9 
 Ne  le  recevez  point  en  meurtrier  dun  Frère, 
 Mais  en  homme  d'honneur  qui  fait  ce  qu'il  doit f air  e* 
 Qui  Jert  bien  f on  Toys,  &  fiait  montrer  à  tous 
 *Parfa  haute  vertu  qu'il  efi  digne  de  vous-, 
 Comme  fi  je  vivois,  achevez  Phy  menée. 
 Mais  fi  ce  fer  au  (fi  tranche  fa  *Defiinée, 
 Faites  à  ma  vifîoire  un  pareil  trait  ement, 
 Ne  me  reprochez  point  la  mort  de  vofire  Amant. 
 Vos  larmes  vont  couler,  &  vofire  cœur  fe  preffe. 
 Confumez  avec  luy  toute  cette  foible Jfe, 
 Querellez  Ciel  &  Terre,  &  maudijfez  le  Sort, 
 Mais  après  le  combat  nepenfezplus  au  Mort.        [e//f 
 
 .  [à  Curiace.]  Je  ne  vous  la/jferay  qu'un  moment  avec 
 Tuis  nous  irons  enftmble  oîi  l'honneur  nous  appelle. 
 
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HORACE.  453 
 
 Freely  enjoy  it;  and  fur  your  content, 
 My  Sifter  comes  to  help  you  to  lament: 
 I'll  vifit  yours,  and  hope  to  nuke  her  know 
 What  gen'rous  things  becomes  my  Wife  to  do$ 
 That  if  I  fall,  Hie  may  to  you  be  kind, 
 And  bear  her  Sorrows  with  a  Roman  Mind. 
 
 SCENE    IV. 
 
 Horace^  Curtius^  Camilla.  . 
 
 Hot  roC/w.Know  you  how  gloriousCwr/i.vxis  to  be- 
 Cam,   Alas  I  how  treacherous  is  my  Dcftiny  ! 
 Hot.  Now  by  your  Conftancy  your  Birth  confefr, 
 And  if  my  Death  allows  him  the  Succefs, 
 Let  him  not  be  your  Brother's  Murth'rer  thought, 
 But  a  brave  Man  that  does  but  what  he  ought, 
 Who  ferves  his  Country  nobly,  and  does  (hew 
 By  that  great  way  how  much  he  merits  you  ^ 
 Conclude  your  Match,  as  if  I  were  alive: 
 But  if  this  Sword  fhall  him  of  Life  deprive, 
 My  Conqueft  then  with  equal  candour  ufe, 
 Nor  of  your  Lover's  death  my  hand  accufe, 
 I  fee  your  Grief  by  your  approaching  Tears, 
 Exhale  with  him  your  Sorrows  and  your  Fears-, 
 Quarrel  with  Heav  n  and  Earth,  of  Fate  complain, 
 But,  the  fight  done,  no  more  regret  the  ilain. 
 You  but  a  minute  muft  with  her  beftow,[70Curtius. 
 And  then,  where  Honour  calls  us,  let  us  go. 
 
 CS  3  SCENE 
 
45+  HORACE. 
 
 S    C    E    N    E     V. 
 
 Curiace,  Camille. 
 
 Cam.  Iras -tu,  Curiace,  &  ce  funefte  honneur 
 Te  plaift-il  aux  dépens  de  tout  noftre  bonheur} 
 
 Cur.Hélaslje  voy  trop  bien  qtfilfautjquoy  quejefaffe, 
 Mourir^  ou  de  douleur ,  ou  de  la  main  d'Horace. 
 Je  vay  comme  au  fupplice  à  cet  illuftre  employ, 
 Je  maudis  mille  fois  létat  qu  on  fait  de  moy  ; 
 Je  hay  cette  valeur  qui  fait  qu  Albe  m' eft- me, 
 Ma  flame  au  defefpoir  pajfe  jufques  au  crime, 
 Elle  fe  prend  au  Ciel,  &  ïofe  quereller, 
 Je  vous  plains,  je  me  plains,  mais  il  y  faut  aller. 
 
 Cam.NonJe  te  connois mieux,  tu  veux  que  je  teprie, 
 Et  qu'ainfï  mon  pouvoir  fexcufe  à  ta  ^Patrie. 
 Tu  nés  que  trop  fameux  par  tes  autres  exploits  -, 
 Albe  a  receupar  eux  tout  ce  que  tu  luy  dois. 
 Autre  na  mieux  que  toy  fout enu  cette  guerre, 
 Autre  de  flits  de  morts  n'a  couvert  nojtre  terre, 
 Ton  nom  ne  peut  plus  croiflre,  il  ne  luy  manque  rien* 
 Souffre  qu'un  autre  icy  puiffe  ennoblir  le  (îen. 
 
 Cur.  Qiieje  fouffre  a  me  s  y  eux  qu'on  ceigne  une  autre 
 
 *Des  lauriers  immortels  que  la  gloire  m'aprefle,       Ltefle 
 
 Ou  que  tout  mon  Toy  s  reproche  à  ma  vertu 
 
 Qu'il  auroit  triomphé,  fîjavois  combattu, 
 
 Et  que  fous  mon  amour  ma  valeur  endormie 
 
 Couronne  tant  d'exploits  dune  telle  infamie  ! 
 
 Non,  Albe,  après  l'honneur  que  fay  receu  de  toy, 
 
 Tu  nefuccomberas,  ny  vaincras,  que  par  moy. 
 
 Tu 
 
HORACE.  +n 
 
 S    C    E    N    E    V. 
 
 Camilla,   Curttus. 
 
 Cam.  But  wilt  thou  go,  and  this  fad  Famepoflefs 
 At  the  expence  of  all  our  Happincfs? 
 
 Curt.  Alas!  whate'er  I  do,  I  find  that  I 
 Mud  by  my  Grief,  if  not  by  Horace,  die  j 
 But  as  my  Torture  I  this  Honour  fee, 
 And  curfe  the  Favour  Alba  does  to  me  5 
 I  hate  that  Courage  which  (lie  fo  efteems, 
 Nay  my  defpairing  Paflion  impious  fcems, 
 And  dares  accufe  the  gods  for  all  this  Woe, 
 I  mourn  our  Fortune,  but  yet  I  muft  go. 
 
 Cam.  No,  thou  would'll:  have  me  all  my  Int'reft  ufc, 
 And  thee  to  Alba  by  my  Pow'r  excufe: 
 Thy  former  Acts  have  thee  fo  famous  made, 
 That  to  thy  Country  all  thy  Debts  are  paid  5 
 None  better  hath  than  thou  the  War  upheld, 
 Nor  with  more  Deaths  cover 'd  the  guilty  field. 
 Thy  Name  can  be  no  greater  than  it  is, 
 Suffer  fome other  now  t  ennoble  his. 
 
 Curt.  What,  fhall  my  Eyes  another's  Temples  fee 
 Bound  with  thofe  Lawrels  Fame  prepares  for  me> 
 Or  by  Pofterity  fhall  it  be  thought, 
 Alba  had  conquered,  if  I  would  have  fought  ? 
 No,  fince  to  me  (he  dares  entruft  her  Doom, 
 3he  (hall  by  me  or  fall, or  overcome: 
 
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45*  HORAC  E. 
 
 Tu  m'as  commis  ton  forty  je  fen  rendray  bon  compte, 
 
 Et  vivray  fans  reproche^  ou  périr  ay  fans  honte. 
 
 Cam,  Quoyl tu  ne  veux  pas  voir  qu'ainfitu  me  trahis  ! 
 
 Cur.  Avant  que  d'eflre  à  vous  je  fuis  à  mon  T ays. 
 
 Cam .  Mais  te  priver  pour  luy  toy-mefme  d'un  Beau- 
 
 Ta  Sœur  defon  Maryl  [frère, 
 
 Cur.  Telle  eft  noflre  mifére. 
 Le  choix  dAlbe  &  de  Rome  ofte  toute  douceur 
 Aux  noms  jadis  fi  doux  de  Beau-frére  &  de  Sœur. 
 
 Cam.  Tu  pourras  donc, cruel,  mç  pre f enter  fa  tejiey 
 Et  demander  ma  main  pour  prix  de  ta  conquejie? 
 Cur.  Il  n'y  faut  plus  penfer,  en  ïétat  ou  je  fuis 
 Vous  aimer  fans  efpoir  c'efl  tout  ce  que  je  puis. 
 Vous  en  pleurez,  Camille  ? 
 
 Cam.  Il  faut  bien  que  je  pleure, 
 Mon  infenfible  Amant  ordonne  que  je  meure, 
 Et  quand  l'hymen  pour  nous  allume  fon  flambeau. 
 Il  t  éteint  de  fa  main,  pour  m' ouvrir  le  tombeau. 
 Ce  cœur  impitoyable  à  ma  perte  s'objïme, 
 Et  dit  qu'il  m'aime  encor,  alors  qu'ilm'ajfaffine. 
 
 Cur.  Que  les  pleurs  dune  Amante  ont  depuijfans  dif 
 Et  qu'un  bel  œil  eflfort  avec  un  tel  fee  our  s  !  [cours, 
 Que  mon  cœur  s'attendrit  à  cette  trifle  vue  ! 
 Ma  confiance  contre  elle  à  regret  s'évertue. 
 
 N'attaquez  plus  ma  gloire  avec  tant  de  douleurs, 
 Et  laiffez-moy  fauver  ma  vertu  de  vos  pleurs. 
 Je  fens  qu'elle  chancelle,  à*  défend  mal  la  place, 
 
 Tlus  je  fuis  voftre  Amant,  moins  je  fuis  Cur  i  ace. 
 
 Foible 
 
HORACE.  457 
 
 A  good  account  Til  of  her  Fortune  give, 
 And  die  with  Honour,  or  with  Conqueft  live. 
 
 Cam.  But  to  betray  me  then  thy  Love  endures! 
 
 Curt.  I  was  my  Country's,  e'er  I  could  be  yours. 
 
 Cam.  Wilt  thou  thy  Sifter's  Mifery  create, 
 
 And  widow  her? 
 
 Curt.  Such  is  my  cruel  Fate: 
 Brother  and  Sifter,  names  fo  fweet  before, 
 By  Albas  choice,  and  Rome's,  are  fo  no  more. 
 
 Cam.  Wilt  thou  prefent  me  with  my  Brother's  Head 
 And  on  that  ftep  mount  to  the  Bridal  Bed> 
 
 Curt.  All  I  dare  think  (fo  dear  my  Fame  willcoft) 
 Is  ftill  to  love,  though  all  my  hope  be  loft. 
 
 You  weep  rpy  Dear 
 
 Cam.  How  can  I  Tears  avoid, 
 Who  by  my  cruel  Lover  am  deftroy'd? 
 When  Hymen  would  his  kindled  Torch  have  lent, 
 He  puts  out  that,  to  dig  my  Monument  ; 
 This  favage  Heart  my  Ruin  can  decree, 
 And  fays  he  loves,  when  yet  he  murthers  me. 
 
 Curt.  How  eloquent  are  Tears  from  Eyes  we  love? 
 How  ftrong  does  Beauty  with  that  fuccour  prove  ! 
 My  Heart  diflblves  at  fuch  a  mournful  fight, 
 Nor  againft  that  can  all  my  Virtue  fight: 
 Strike  not  my  Fame  in  this  fubduing  fhape, 
 But  let  my  Honour  from  your  Tears  efcape^ 
 I  feel  it  (hake,  and  fcarce  defend  the  place, 
 For  Curtius  to  the  Lover  yields  apace  s 
 
 With 
 
458  HORACE. 
 
 Foible  d'avoir  déjà  combatu  l'amitié, 
 Vainer  oit -elle  à  la  fois  >  l'amour  &  la  pitié} 
 Allez,  ne  m  aimez  plus,  ne  ver  fez  plus  de  larmes^ 
 Ou  j'oppofe  loffenfe  à  de  (î fortes  armes  s 
 Je  me  défendray  mieux  contre  voftre  courroux ', 
 Et  pour  le  mériter,  je  riay  plus  %d' y  eux  pour  vouï. 
 Vangez-vous  d'un  ingrat,  punijfez  un  volage. 
 Vous  ne  vous  montrez  point  fenfible  à  cet  outrage  ! 
 Je  riaj  plus  d'yeux  pour  vous,  vous  en  avezpourmoyl 
 En  faut-il  plus  encor?  je  renonce  à  mafoy. 
 
 Rigour eufe  vertu  dont  je  fuis  la  vi£îime, 
 Ne  peux-tu  réfifter  fans  lefecours  dyun  crime? 
 
 Czvn.Ne fay  point  d'autre  crime,&j'attefle  lesTfieux 
 Qtfau  lieu  de  t'en  hatr9  je  t'en  aimer ay  mieux  s 
 Ouy,  je  te  chériray  tout  ingrat  &  perfide », 
 Et  ceffe  d'afpirer  au  nom  de  fratricide. 
 Tourquoy  [uis-je  Romaine,  ou  que  n'és-tu  Romain? 
 Je  te  préparer  ois  des  lauriers  de  ma  main> 
 Je  fencouragerois  au  lieu  de  te  diftraire, 
 Et  je  te  traiterois  comme  j'ay  fait  mon  Frère. 
 Helas  !  j' et  ois  aveugle  en  mes  vœux  aujourd'huyy 
 J'en  ay  fait  contre  toy9  quand  j'en  ay  fait  pour  luy. 
 
 Il  revient  j  quel  malheur,  (ï  l'amour  de  fa  Femme 
 Ne  peut  non  plus  fur  luy  que  le  mien  fur  ton  amel 
 
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HORACE.  2i$ 
 
 With  Friendihip  it  hath  had  enough  to  do, 
 Ard  muft  it  ftrivc  with  Love,  and  Pity  too? 
 Go,  love  me  not, not  one  Tear  more  expofe 
 For  him  that  dares  offend  fuch  Charms  as  thofe; 
 I  better  with  your  Anger  fhould  have  fought, 
 Ai.J,'o  deferve  it  all,  I  love  you  not: 
 
 i(h  this  treacherous,  this  ingrateful  Hearty 
 At  fuch  an  Injury  do  you  not  ftart? 
 I  do  not  love  you,  can  you  me  endure? 
 
 Is  there  more  yet?  my  Faith  I  here  abjure. 
 O!  rigid  Virtue!  at  whofe  Shrine  I  fall, 
 M  Lift  thou  a  Crime  to  thy  affiftance  call? 
 
 Cam.  Commit  no  more,  and  I  the  gods  atteft, 
 My  Love  (hall  not  be  lellen'd,  but  encreas'd, 
 My  Kindrefs  lhall  ev'n  In  thy  FaKhood  live, 
 All  but  a  Brother's  death  I  can  forgive: 
 Why  am  I  Roman}  or  why  art  thou  none? 
 That  I  my  felf  might  put  thy  Lawrels  on  ; 
 I  fhould  thy  Valour  heighten,  not  forbid, 
 And  threat  thee  juft  as  I  my  Brother  did  : 
 But  ah  !  how  blind  I  now  thofe  Vows  efteem, 
 Since  againft  thee  wrere  all  I  made  for  him! 
 But  he  return?,  0  !  may  Sabina  be 
 More  prevalent  with  him,  than  I'm  with  thee. 
 
 SCENE 
 
4<So  HORACE. 
 
 SCENE    VI. 
 
 Horace,  Curiace,  Sabine,  Camille. 
 
 Cur.  T>ieux  !  Sabine  le  fuit  !  Tour  ébranler  mon  cœur 
 Eft  ce  peu  de  Camille,  y  joignez-vous  ma  Sœur,  . 
 Et  laijfant  à  fes  pleurs  vaincre  ce  grand  courage, 
 L'amenez-vous  icy  chercher  me  fine  avantage  ? 
 
 Sab.  Non,non,mon  Frére^nonf  ene  viens  ence  lieu 
 Que  pour  vous  embraffer,  &  pour  vous  dire  adieu. 
 Voftre  fang  eft  trop  bon,  nen  craignez  rien  de  lafche% 
 Rien  dont  la  fermeté  de  ces  grands  cœurs  fefafche. 
 Si  ce  malheur  illuftre  ébranloit  l'un  de  vous, 
 Je  le  de  favour  ois  pour  Frère  ou  pour  Epoux. 
 *P  our  ray  je  toutefois  vous  faire  une  prière, 
 ^Dign&d'un  tel  Epoux,  &  digne  d'un  tel  Frère} 
 Je  veux  d'un  coup  fi  noble  ofler  l' impiété, 
 A  l honneur  qui  l attend  rentdre  fa  pureté^ 
 La  mettre  enfon  éclat  fans  meflange  de  crimes, 
 Enfin  je  vous  veux  faire  ennemis  legitimes. 
 
 *Du  faint  nœud  qui  vous  joint  je  fuis  le  feul  lien, 
 Quand  je  ne  fer  ay  plus,  vous  ne  vous  ferez  rien. 
 Brifez  vojlre  alliance,  &  rompez-en  la  chaifne, 
 Et  put f que  vojlre  honneur  veut  des  effets  de  haine, 
 Achetez  par  ma  mort  le  droit  de  vous  haïr. 
 Albe  le  veut  &  Rome,  il  faut  leur  obeïr. 
 Qu'un  de  vous  deux  me  tue,&  que  l'autre  me  vange^ 
 Alors  vojlre  combat  n'aura  plus  rien  d'étrange, 
 
 Et 
 
HORACE.  46r 
 
 SCENE    VI. 
 
 Curtius,  Camilla,  Horace^  Sabina* 
 
 Curt.  Sab'nia  too  !  my  Heart  to  undermine, 
 And  with  Camilla  muft  you,  Sifter,  join? 
 Leaving  her  Tears  her  Brother  to  attack, 
 Hope  you  by  yours  to  call  my  Purpofe  back  ? 
 
 Sab.  No  Brother,  no,  I  only  vifit  you 
 To  give  you  my  Embrace  and  laft  adieu  -y 
 Your  Blood's  too  good,  nor  need  you  apprehend 
 From  me  what  can  your  great  Refolves  offend  5 
 If  either  were  by  this  brave  (hock  o'erthrown, 
 He  that  firft  yielded,  I  fhould  firft  difown. 
 But  may  not  I  one  favour  beg  of  you, 
 Worthy  this  Brother,  and  this  Husband  too? 
 I  wifti  your  Quarrel  might  lefs  impious  grow, 
 And  would  refîne  the  Glory  of  the  Blow, 
 That,  free  from  Guilt,  it  might  no  Splendour  mifs, 
 I  would  fain  make  you  lawful  Enemies: 
 I  the  fole  Link  am  of  your  facred  knot, 
 Which  will  unty,  as  foon  as  I  am  not  3 
 Break  then  the  Chain  whence  that  Alliance  grows» 
 And  fince  your  Honour  now  will  have  you  Foes, 
 Buy,  by  my  Death,  right  to  each  others  hate, 
 And  Rome's  and  Albas  Vote  legitimate  j 
 Your  hand  deftroying,  his  revenging  me, 
 Your  Combat  will  appear  no  Prodigy  5 
 
 And 
 
462  HORACE. 
 
 Et  du  moins  l'un  des  deux  fera  jufîe  aggrejfeur, 
 
 Ou  pour  v anger  fa  Femme ,  ou  pour  v  anger  fa  Sœur. 
 
 Mais  quoy?  vous  fouilleriez  une  gloire  fi  belle, 
 
 Si  vous  vous  animiez  par  quelque  autre  querelle  j 
 
 Le  zélé  du  Tays  vous  défend  de  tels  foins y 
 
 Vous  feriez  peu  pour  luyfîvous  vous  étiez  moins. 
 
 Il  luy  faut y  &  fans  haine,  immoler  un  Beau  frère, 
 
 Ne  différez  donc  plus  ce  que  vous  devez  faire-, 
 
 Commencez  par  fa  Sœur  à  répandre  fon  fang, 
 
 Commencez  par  fa  Femme  à  luy  percer  le  flanc, 
 
 Commencez  par  Sabine  à  faire  de  vos  vies 
 
 Un  digne  facri fie  e  à  vos  chères  T  at  rie  s  $ 
 
 Vous  êtes  ennemis  en  ce  combat  fameux, 
 
 Vous  d'Albe,  vous  de  Rome,  &  moy  de  toutes  deux. 
 
 Quoy}  me  réfervez-vous  à  voir  une  viëîoire, 
 
 Ou  pour  haut  appareil  dune pompeufe  gloire, 
 
 Je  verray  les  lauriers  d'un  Frère]  ou  d'un  Mary 
 
 Fumer  encor  d'un  fang  que  fauray  tant  cher  y  ? 
 
 JPourray-je  entre  vous  deux  régler  alors  mon  ame  ? 
 
 Satisfaire  aux  devoirs,  &  de  Sœur,  &  de  Femme  ? 
 
 Embraffer  le  Vainqueur  en  pleurant  le  Vaincu? 
 
 Non,  non,  avant  ce  coup  Sabine  aura  vécu, 
 
 Ma  mort  le  préviendra,  de  qui  qu  \  je  l'obtienne, 
 
 Le  refus  de  vos  mains  y  condamrte  la  mienne. 
 
 Sus  donc-^qui  vous  retient}  /liiez,  cœurs  inhumains y 
 
 J'auray  trop  de  moyens  pour  y  forcer  vos  mains. 
 
 Vous  ne  les  aurez  point  au  combat  occupées 
 
 Que  ce  corps  au  milieu  narrejle  vos  epées^ 
 
 Et 
 
HORACE.  465 
 
 And  one  at  leaft  will  juftly  flake  his  Life, 
 
 That  he  may  right  his  Sifter,  or  his  Wife: 
 
 But  what?  you  think  your  Fame  would  be  lefs bright, 
 
 If  for  another  quarrel  you  fhould  fight  5 
 
 Your  Country's  caufe  will  no  new  heats  admit, 
 
 Did  you  love  lefs,  you  would  ad:  lefs  for  it. 
 
 A  Brother  you  mult  kill,  a  lov'd  one  too, 
 
 Well  then,  defer  not  what  you  ought  to  do  5 
 
 But  by  his  Sifter  him  begin  to  kill, 
 
 Or  by  his  Wife  his  Blood  begin  to  fpill  ; 
 
 And  by  SaOina's  Blood,  if  her  you  prize, 
 
 Make  your  own  Lives  the  braver  Sacrifice; 
 
 You  are  a  Foe  to  Rome,  to  Alba  you, 
 
 And  my  Averfion  to  them  both  is  due. 
 
 What  muft  I  live  to  fuch  a  Viftory, 
 
 Whofe  higheft  triumph  will  but  let  me  fee 
 
 A  Brother,  or  a  Husband  Lawrels  wear, 
 
 Reaking  with  Blood  that  is  to  me  fo  dear? 
 
 How  fhall  I  then  decide  my  inward  ftrife, 
 
 Or  well  exprefsthe  Sifter  and  the  Wife? 
 
 The  Conqueror  embrace,  the  conquer'd  grieve  ? 
 
 No,  no,  Sabina's  Death  fhall  her  relieve, 
 
 From  whomfoe  er  my  Grief  that  blow  procure?, 
 
 And  my  hands  muft  beftow  it,  if  not  yours. 
 
 Go  then,  what  does  your  favage  hearts  reftrain, 
 
 Agiinfl  your  will,  I  my  defire  fhall  gain, 
 
 For  you  no  fooner  fhall  begin  your  blows, 
 
 But  you  fhall  fee  this  Bofom  interpofe  ; 
 
 Nor 
 
464  HORACE. 
 
 Et  malgré  vos  refus  il  faudra  que  leurs  coups 
 Se  faffent  jour  icy  pour  aller  juf qu'à  vous. 
 
 Hor.  O  ma  Femme  ! 
 
 Cur.  O  ma  Sœur  \ 
 
 Cam.  Courage^ils  s'amoliffent. 
 
 Sab.  Vous  pouffez  des foûpirs,vos  vifagespâliffentl 
 Quelle  pour  vous  faifïtï  font-ce-là  ces  grands  cœurs , 
 Ces  Héros  qu'Albe  &  Rome  ont  pris  pour  défenfeurs? 
 
 Hor.  Que  fay  je  fait,  Sabine  %&  quelle  efi  mon  offenfe 
 Qui  f  oblige  à  chercher  une  telle  vangeance  ? 
 Ope  fa  fait  mon  honneur  >  &  par  quel  droit  viens -tu 
 Avec  toute  ta  force  attaquer  ma  vertu"} 
 *Du  moins  contente -toy  de  l'avoir  étonnée^ 
 Et  me  laifje  achever  cette  grande  journée. 
 Tu  me  viens  de  réduire  en  un  étrange  point, 
 Aime  affez  ton  Mary  pour  n'en  triompher  point  3 
 Va-fen>  &  ne  r  ens  plus  la  vi£loire  douteufe. 
 La  difpute  déjà  m'en  eft  affez  honteufe^ 
 Souffre  qu'avec  honneur  je  termine  mes  jours. 
 
 Sab.  Va>  ceffede  me  craindre,  on  vient  à  ton  fee  our  s. 
 
 SCENE    VII. 
 
 Le  vieil  Horace,  Horace,  Curiace,  Sabine,  Camille* 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Qu'eft-ce-cy^  mes  Enfans}  écoutez* 
 vous  vos  flames^ 
 Et  perdez-vous  encor  le  temps  avec  des  Femmes} 
 
 Trefts 
 
HORACE.  tff 
 
 Nor  fhall  your  impious  Swords  your  Rage  purfuè, 
 
 Unlefs  through  mc  they  make  their  way  to  you. 
 
 Hor.  O  Wife  ! 
 
 Curt.  O  Sifter  ! 
 
 Cam.  Courage  !  they  difïblve  ! 
 «y^.What j  can  you  figh?  palenefs  your  cheek  involve? 
 What  makes  you  ihrink  ?  are  thefe  the  Hearts  fo  brave, 
 Who  in  their  hands  the  Fates  of  Empire  have? 
 
 Hor.  Tell  me,  Sabina,  what  thy  quarrel  is, 
 That  could  deferve  fo  (harp  Revenge  as  this  ! 
 Or  againft  thee,  what  could  my  Honour  do, 
 That  thou  ftiouldft  it  fo  cruelly  purfue  > 
 But  be  content  t'have  fore'd  it  to  a  Bay, 
 And  let  me  finifli  this  important  Day  3 
 Thou  haft  o'er  me  a  ftrange  advantage  got, 
 But,  as  thou  lov'ft  thy  Husband,  triumph  not  % 
 Go  then,  a  doubtful  Viftory  were  here  unfit, 
 'Tis  fhame  enough  to  have  difpatched  it. 
 O  let  me  bravely  end  my  Days  at  leaft. 
 
 Sab.  Go,  fear  not  me,  thy  Party  is  encreas'd* 
 
 SCENE    VII. 
 
 Old  Horace,  and  all  the  reft. 
 
 Old  Hor.  How's  this,  my  Sons  ?  trifling  with  Wc- 
 mens  Charms, 
 When  Rome  and  Alba  call  you  to  your  Arms? 
 
 H  h  Yo» 
 
466  HORACE. 
 
 T  reft  s  a  ver  fer  du  fang>  regardez-vous  des  pleurs  ? 
 Fuyez-,  &  laifiez-les  déplorer  leurs  malheurs, 
 Liurs  plaintes  ont  pour  vous  trop  d'art  &  de  tendre (fe, 
 Elles  vous  jer oient  part  enfin  de  leur  foible ffe^ 
 Et  ce  n*eft  qu'enfuyant  qu'on  pare  de  tels  coups. 
 
 Sab.  N'appréhendez  rien  d'eux  jls font  dignes  de  vous. 
 Malgré  tous  nos  efforts  vous  en  devez  attendre 
 Ce  que  vous  fouhaitez,  &  d'un  Fils >  &d'un  Gendre> 
 Etfinoftre  foibleffe  ébranloit  leur  honneur ', 
 Nous  vous  laiffons  icy  pour  leur  rendre  du  cœur. 
 
 Allons  ^ma  Sœur \  allons \ne  perdons  plus  de  larme s \ 
 Contre  tant  de  vertus  ce  font  de  foibles  arme s ; 
 Ce  nefi  qu'au  defefpoir  qu  il  nous  faut  recourir. 
 Tigres,  allez  combatre,  &  nous  allons  mourir. 
 
 SCENE    VIII. 
 Le  viel  Horace,  Horace,  Curiace. 
 
 Trior.  Mon  Tére/etenez  des  Femmes  qui  s'emportent*. 
 Et  de  grace,  e?npefchez  fur  tout,  quelles  ne  for  tent. 
 Leur  amour  importun  viendroit  avec  éclat 
 <Par  des  cris  &  des  pleurs  troubler  noftre  combat, 
 Et  ce  quelles  nous  font  fer  oit  qu'avec juflice 
 On  nous  imputeroit  ce  mauvais  artifice. 
 L  honneur  à' un  fi  beau  choix  fer  oit  trop  acheté, 
 Si  l'on  nous  foupeonnoit  de  quelque  lâcheté. 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor  .J'en  aurayfom>  allez  j  vos  Frères  vous 
 
 attendent^ 
 
 Nepenfez  qu'aux  devoirs  que  vos  Toys  demandent* 
 
 Cur. 
 
HORACE.  +67 
 
 ¥bu  muft  Died  Blood,  thon  why  fhould  Tears  furprize  P 
 But  fliun  th*  infeftious  Sorrow  of  their  Eyes  : 
 For  if  you  flay,  their  cunning  tendernefs 
 
 Will  on  you  both  obtain  the  firft  fuccefsj 
 And  in  fucli  Wars  to  Hie  is  to  fubdue. 
 
 Sab.  Fear  nothing,  Sir,  they  are  too  worthy  you. 
 In  fpight  of  us,  you  in  them  both  (hall  fee, 
 All  that  your  Son,  and  Son-in-law  (hould  be  3 
 If  our  Tears  could  an  Imprefiion  givcj 
 We'll  them  to  your  feverer  Virtue  leave. 
 Come  Sifter,  come,  let's  no  more,  Sorrow  lofe 
 Thefe  Rocks  will  ftill  refill  fuch  floods  as  thofe> 
 'Tis  to  Defpair  alone  that  we  muft  flie^ 
 Go  Tygers  fight,  we'll  find  a  way  to  die. 
 
 SCENE    VIII. 
 
 Old  Horace,  Toung  Horace,  Curtius. 
 
 ToungHor.  Sir,  by  your  Prudence  their  Efcapepre- 
 Or  they'll  purfue  us  with  their  Difcontent,       (vent, 
 And  with  a  noife  unwelcome  and  abrupt, 
 Their  Love  and  Grief  our  Fight  will  interrupt  5 
 Which  may  give  Envy  a  pretence  to  flick 
 Upon  our  Names,  that  poor  and  crafty  trick  : 
 And  our  great  choice  would  be  too  dearly  bought, 
 If  we  were  charg'd  with  one  unworthy  Thought, 
 
 OldHor.  I  (hall  be  careful, 'go,  your  Brothers  ftay, 
 Think  only  what  your  Countries  claim  to  day. 
 
 HI12  Curt. 
 
468  HORACE. 
 
 Cur.  Quel  adieu  vous  dirayfe>  &  par  quels  co  m 
 plimens [fentimens. 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.   Ah  \  n'attendrijfez  point  icy  mes 
 <Pour  vous  encourager  ma  voix  manque  de  termes^ 
 Mon  cœur  ne  forme  point  de  penfers  ajfez  ferme  s  > 
 Moy-mefme  en  cet  adieu  fay  les  larmes  aux  yeux. 
 Faites  vojîre  devoir^  &  laijfez,  faire  aux  *Dieux. 
 
 ACTE  III.  SCENE  L 
 
 S   A    B    I    N    A. 
 
 PRenons  part  y  >  mon  ame,  en  de  telles  di/graces9 
 Soyons  Femme  d'Horacef  ou  Sœur  des  Curiacesf 
 Cejfons  de  partager  nos  inutiles  foins ; 
 Souhaitons  quelque  chofe,&  craignons  un  peu  moins. 
 Mais  las]  quel  party  prendre  en  un  fort  fi  contraire  l 
 Quel  Ennemy  choifir  d'un  Epoux>  ou  d'un  Frère  ! 
 La  Nature  ou  l'Amour  parle  pour  chacun  d'eux9 
 Et  la  loy  du  devoir  m'attache  à  tous  les  deux. 
 Sur  leurs  hauts  fentimens  réglons  plût  oft  les  noflreSy 
 Soyons  Femme  de  lun  enfembley  &  Sœur  des  autres^ 
 Regardons  leur  honneur  comme  un  fouverain  bieny 
 Imitons  leur  confiance^  &  ne  craignons  plus  rien. 
 La  mort  qui  les  menace  ejt  une  mort  fi  belle, 
 Qu* il  en  faut  fans  frayeur  attendre  la  Nouvelle. 
 N'appelions  point  alors  les  De/lms  inhumains, 
 Songeons  pour  quelle  caufe>  à*  nonpar  quelles  mains. 
 
 Re» 
 
HORACE.  +è9 
 
 Curt.  How  fhall  I  bid  aJicv,  or  by  what  art 
 
 Old lior.  Ah!  do  not  quite  diflblve  my  trembling 
 My  Tongue  fo  (ad  a  farewel  does  deny,         ™ 
 Nor  can  my  Heart  Thoughts  ftrong enough  fupply  3 
 See!  ev'n  my  Eyes  fwell  with  unwilling  Tears, 
 Go,  do  your  parts,  and  let  the  gods  do  theirs. 
 
 ACT  III.  SCENE  I. 
 
 Sabina  alone. 
 
 IMuft  my  Party  chufe  in  this  fad  ftrife, 
 And  either  be  all  Sifter,  or  all  Wife; 
 I'll  no  more  vain  divided  Cares  exprefs, 
 But  fomewhat  wifh,  and  fear  a  little  lefs  : 
 Yet  ah  !  what  Party  in  this  difmal  Fate  ? 
 Can  I  a  Husband,  or  a  Brother  hate  ? 
 Nature  and  Love  for  each  does  intercede, 
 And  fenfe  of  Honour  for  them  both  does  plead  : 
 Let  their  fublimer  thoughts  yet  govern  mine, 
 And  fo  my  different  Duties  will  combine: 
 Their  Honour  is  the  Objeft  I'll  adore, 
 Their  Virtue  imitate,  and  fear  no  more. 
 Since  there's  fuch  Beauty  in  the  death  they  court, 
 I  mud  unmov'd  encounter  the  Report, 
 And  no  more  think  my  Fate  companion  wants, 
 But  weigh  the  Caufe,  and  not  the  Combatants  : 
 
 Hh  3  The 
 
47o  HORACE. 
 
 Revoyons  les  Vainqueurs  fans  penfer  qu'à  la  gloire 
 Que  toute  leur  maifon  reçoit  de  leur  vittoire^ 
 Et  fans  conjîdêrer  aux  dépens  de  quel  fang 
 Leur  vertu  les  élève  en  cet  illuflre  rang, 
 Faifcns  n9s  intérefts  de  ceux  de  leur  famille. 
 En  l'une  je  fuis  Femme,  en  l'autre  j*  fuis  Fille, 
 Et  tiens  à  toutes  deux  par  de  ft  forts  liens ', 
 Qtion  ne  peut  triompher  que  par  les  bras  des  miens. 
 Fortune \  quelques  maux  que  ta  rigueur  tri  envoyé, 
 J'ay  trouvé  les  moyens  d'en  tirer  de  lajoye, 
 Et  puis  voir  aujourdhuy  le  combat  fans  terreur. 
 Les  Mort  s  fans  defefpoir,  les  Vainqueur  s  fins  horreur. 
 
 Flateufe  ïllufîon,  erreur  douce  &  grojfiére, 
 Vain  effort  de  mon  ame,  impuïjfante  lumière, 
 ^De  qui  le  faux  brillant  prend  droit  de  m  éblouir, 
 Que  tu  feais  peu  durer,  £r  toft  févanGuir  ! 
 pareille  à  ces  éclairs  qui  dans  le  fort  des  ombres 
 Touffent  un  jour  quifuit,&rendles  nuit  s  plus  f ombres, 
 Tu  nyas  frapé  mes  yeux  d'un  moment  de  clarté, 
 Que  pour  les  abifmer  dans  plus  cfobfcurité. 
 Tu  charmois  trop  ma  peine. ,&  le  Ciel  qui  s'enfafche 
 Me  vend  déjà  bien  cher  ce  moment  de  relafche. 
 Je  fens  mon  trifle  cœur  percé  de  tous  les  coups 
 Qui  m'oflent  maintenant  un  Frère  ou  mon  Epoux. 
 Quand  je  fonge  à  leur  mort,  quoy  que  je  me propofe^ 
 Jefongepar  quels  bras,  &  non  pour  quelle  caufe, 
 Et  ne  voy  les  Vainqueurs  en  leur  illuflre  rang, 
 Que  pour  confidérer.  aux  dépens  de  quel  fang. 
 
 La 
 
HORACE. 
 The  Conquerors  I'll  with  that  0\  idnefs  vie 
 As  will  from  all  their  Family  b 
 And  not  reflecting  at  whofc  Bloods  expence, 
 Their  Virtues  raifc  rhem  ro  tint  eminence, 
 I'll  in  their  Houles  Fame  conccmV  ; 
 
 Here  I  am  Wife,  and  am  a  Daughter  there» 
 And  to  each  Party  am  fo  ftncllv  t   '  !, 
 That  I  mufl  be  on  the  triumphant  fi 
 Fortune,  though  thou  art  ftudious  in  thy  f 
 Yet  I  have  leartfd  thence  to  extract  delight; 
 And  now  can  fearlefs  ice  the  fight,  the  Jlain 
 Without  defpair,  the  Victors  without  pain. 
 Flatt'ring  Delufion  !  fvveet,   but  grofs  deceits 
 My  laboring  Spirits,  weak  and  flyit  r  ; 
 
 By  whofe  falfe  light  my  dazled  S  mif-Ied, 
 
 Alas  how  quickly  is  thy  comfort  fled  ! 
 A  flafh  of  Lightning  thus  relieves  the  Night, 
 Making  that  darker  by  its  hafty  flighty 
 As  thefe  faint  beams  of  Joy  my  Soul  betray'J, 
 But  to  involve  it  in  a  thicker  Shade: 
 For  Heav'n  which  f aw  my  griefs,  by  this  c: 
 Hath  dearly  fold  me  this  rtiort  minute's  Peace, 
 And  my  griev'd  heart  from  no  one  wound  is  f. 
 At  which  a  Husband,  or  a  Brother,  bleed  -, 
 Which  fad  reflection  fo  much  terrour  draws, 
 I  only  view  the  Auciors,  not  the  Caufe: 
 Nor  can  the  Conqu  rors  fame  f  dute  my  thou  \ 
 But  to  remember  with  whofe  tibod  'twas  b 
 
 Hh*  Th: 
 
47*  HORACE. 
 
 La  mai f on  des  Vaincus  touche  feule  mon  ame  ; 
 En  lune  je  fuis  Fille,  &  l'autre  je  fuis  Femmey 
 Et  tiens  à  toutes  deux  par  de  fi forts  liens , 
 Qu'on  ne  peut  triompher  que  par  la  mort  des  miens, 
 Cejl-là  donc  cette  paix  que  fay  tant  fouhaitée  ! 
 Trop  favorables  Dieux,  vous  m'avez  écoutée! 
 Quels  foudres  lancez-vous  quand  vous  vous  irritez* 
 Si  mefme  vos  faveurs  ont  tant  de  cruautez, 
 Et  de  quelle  façon  punijfez-vous  l'offenfe. 
 Si  vous  traitez  ainft  les  vœux  de  l'innocence  ? 
 
 S    C    E    N    E    IL 
 
 Sabine,  Julie. 
 
 Sab.  En  eft-ce fait \Julie,& que  m* apportez-vous? 
 Efi-ce  la  mort  d'un  Frère  %  ou  celle  d'un  Epoux  ? 
 Le  f  une  fie  fucces  de  leurs  armes  impies 
 *De  tous  les  Combat  ans  a  fil  fait  des  hofiies. 
 Et  m  enviant  l'horreur  que  faurois  des  Vainqueurs, 
 Tour  tous  tant  qu'ils  étoient  demande  filmes  pleurs? 
 
 Jul.  Qnoy>ce  qui  s'efl  paJfé,vous  l'ignorez  encore? 
 
 Sab.  Vous  faut-il  étonner  de  ce  que  je  lyignorey 
 Et  ne  favez-vous  pas  que  de  cette  maifon 
 Tour  Camille  &  pour  moy  l'on  fait  une  prifon  ? 
 Julie,  on  nous  renferme,  on  a  pear  de  nos  larmes  5 
 Sans  cela  nous  ferions  au  milieu  de  leurs  armes. 
 Et  par  les  defefpoirs  d'une  chafle  amitié 
 Nous  aurions  des  deux  camps  tiré  quelque  pitié, 
 
 Jul. 
 
HORACE.  473 
 
 The  vanquifli'd  Family  daims  all  my  care, 
 
 Here  I'm  a  Wife,  and  am  a  Daughter  there, 
 
 And  to  each  Party  am  fo  ftridly  ty'd, 
 
 That  I  mufl  be  on  the  unhappy  fï Je. 
 
 Is  this  the  Peace  I  thought  fo  long  deferr'd? 
 
 And  thus,  great  Gods,  have  you  my  Prayers  heard? 
 
 What  Thunder-bolts  then  can  your  Anger  find, 
 
 Since  you're  thus  cruel  when  you  would  be  kind? 
 
 Or  which  way  will  you  punifti  an  Offence, 
 
 If  thus  you  treat  the  Vows  of  Innocence? 
 
 SCENE     II. 
 
 Sabina  and  Julia. 
 
 Sab.  Is  it  done,  Julia?  and  what  fatal  news? 
 Muft  I  a  Husband,  or  a  Brother  lofe  ? 
 Or  to  their  impious  Arms  does  this  befall, 
 That  angry  Heavn  has  facrifie'd  them  all? 
 And  left  my  Horrour  for  the  conquering  fide 
 Should  eafe  my  Woes,  muft  that  too  be  deny'd? 
 
 Jul.  To  what  is  paft  are  you  a  Stranger  yet? 
 
 Sab.  I  am*  and  can  you  be  furpriz'd  at  it? 
 Know  you  nor,  Julia,  that  the  Houfe  you  fee, 
 A  Prifon  for  Camilla  is  and  me? 
 They  here  confine  us  both,  and  are  afraid 
 Our  pious  Tears  their  Fury  fhould  diflwade, 
 And  that  the  Sorrows  of  our  fpotlefs  Love, 
 Should  in  both  Armies  fome  Companion  move. 
 
 Jul. 
 
474  HORACE. 
 
 Jul .  //  n' et  oit  pas  befoin  d'un  fi  tendre  fpetfacle, 
 Leur  veuê  à  leur  combat  apporte  ajfez  d'obftacle. 
 
 Si-tojl  qu'ils  ont  paru  prefis  àfe  mefurer, 
 On  a  dans  les  deux  camps  entendu  murmurer. 
 A  voir  de  tels  Amis,  des  perfonnes  fi proches , 
 Venir  pour  leur  ^Patrie  aux  mortelles  approches , 
 L'un  s* émeut  de  pitiés  l'autre  eft  faifi  d'horreur, 
 L'autre  d'un  fi  grand  zélé  admire  la  fureur^ 
 Tel  porte  jufqu* aux  Cieux  leur  vertu  fans  égale \ 
 Et  tell'ofe  nommer  facrilége  &  brutale. 
 Ces  divers  fentimens  n'ont  pourtant  qu'une  voixy 
 Tous  ticcufent  leurs  Chefs,  tous  dête fient  leur  choix, 
 Et  ne  pouvant  fouffrir  un  combat  fi  barbare, 
 On  s'écrie^  on  s'avance,  enfin  on  les  fépare. 
 
 Sab.  Que  je  vous  doy  d'encens,  grands  Dieux  qui 
 
 ni  exaucer  ! 
 
 Jul  Vous  n'êtes  pas, Sabine, encore  ouvouspenfez. 
 Vous  pouvez  efpérer,  vous  avez  moins  à  craindre, 
 Mais  il  vous  refte  encor  affez  dequoy  vous  plaindre. 
 
 En  vain  d'un  fort  fi  trifle  on  les  veut  garant iry 
 Ces  cruels  généreux  n'y  peuvent  confient ir. 
 La  gloire  de  ce  choix  leur  eft  fi  précieufe, 
 Et  charme  tellement  leur  ame  ambit  ieufe, 
 Qu'alors  qu'on  les  déplore,  ils  s'eftiment  heureux, 
 Et  prennent  pour  affront  la  pitié  qu'on  a  d'eux. 
 Le  trouble  des  deux  camps  fouille  leur  renommée ', 
 Ils  combatront  plût  oft  &  l'une  &  l'autre  Armée, 
 
 Et 
 
HORACE.  47f 
 
 Jul.  They  needed  not  fuch  Orators  as  you, 
 For  they  were  hindcr'd  at  their  Enterview: 
 No  fooner  they  appear 'd  prepar'd  to  fight, 
 But  either  Army  murmur'd  at  the  fight, 
 To  fee  fuch  Friends,  Pcrfons  fo  near  ally 'd. 
 Their  Country's  Quarrel  chofen  to  decide  j 
 This  Man's  with  Pity,  that  with  Horrour  fir'd, 
 Another  highly  their  brave  Heat  admir'd^ 
 One  with  his  Praifes  imps  their  fpaciousFame, 
 Another  calls  it  by  a  guilty  Name. 
 But  yet  their  different  thoughts  have  but  one  Voice* 
 To  blame  their  Leaders,  and  deteft  the  Choice. 
 All  did  this  barbarous  Combat  fo  condemn, 
 That  with  united  hafte  they  parted  them. 
 
 Sab.    O  Gods  !    what  Incenfe  my  Contentment 
 owes! 
 
 Jul.  Stay  yet  Sa!>ina>  e'er  you  pay  your  Vows; 
 You  may  increafe  your  Hopes,  abate  your  Fear?, 
 But  there's  enough  flill  to  deferve  your  Tears. 
 In  vain,  alas  !  the  Champions  they  would  fave, 
 For  they  remain  as  obftinate  as  brave; 
 And  their  ambitious  Souls  were  fo  much  touch'd 
 With  the  great  Glory  which  they  now  approach Jd, 
 That  what  the  Soldiers  pity'd  they  ador'd, 
 And  feem  affronted,  when  they  are  deplor'd  : 
 They  think  that  Kindnefs  does  their  Fame  no  right, 
 And  with  both  Armies  they  will  rather  fightj 
 
 And 
 
47<î  HORACE. 
 
 Et  mourront  paries  mains  qui  leur  font  d'autres  loix% 
 
 Que  pas  un  d'eux  renonce  aux  honneur  s  d'un  tel  choix. 
 
 Sab.  Quoy  ?  dans  leur  dureté  ces  cœurs  d'acier  s' §b- 
 pnentl  \tinent* 
 
 Jul.  Ouy*  mais  d'autre  cofté  les  deux  camps fe mu- 
 Et  leurs  cris  des  deux  parts  pouffez  en  mefme  temps 
 ^Demandent  la  bataille*  ou  d'autres  Combatans. 
 La  pre  fence  des  Chefs  à  peine  eftrefpeëtée, 
 Leur  pouvoir  eft  douteux*  leur  voix  mal  écoutée, 
 Le  Roy  mefme  s'étonne*  &  pour  dernier  effort^ 
 Puifque  chacun*  dit-il>  s'échauffe  en  ce  difcord, 
 Confultons  des  grands  Dieux  la  Majefté  facrée, 
 Et  voyons  fi  ce  change  â  leurs  bontez  agrée. 
 Quel  impie  ofera  fe  prendre  à  leur  vouloir, 
 Lors  qu'en  un  facrifice  ils  nous  l'auront  fait  voir? 
 Jl  fe  taifty  &  ces  mots  femblent  eftre  des  charmes  $ 
 Mefme  aux  (îx  Combatans  ils  arrachent  les  armes * 
 Et  ce  defîr  dhonneur  qui  leur  ferme  les  yeux* 
 Tout  aveugle  qu'il  eft*  refpe£te  encor  les  *Dieux. 
 Leur  plus  bouillante  ardeur  cède  à  l'avis  de  Tulle, 
 Et  fuit  par  déférence*  ou  par  un  prompt  fcrupule* 
 *Dans  tune  &  l'autre  Armée  on  s*  en  fait  une  loy* 
 Comme  fi  toutes  deux  le  connoijf oient  pour  Roy. 
 Le  refte  s'apprendra  par  la  mort  des  viilimes. 
 
 Sab.  Les  T)iex  n'avoûront  point  un  combat  plein 
 de  crimes* 
 J'en  efpere  beaucoup  puif qu'il  eft  différé* 
 Et  je  commence  avoir  ce  que  fay  defîr  é. 
 
 SCENE 
 
HORACE.  477 
 
 And  by  the  hands  that  fever'd  them  be  flaiOj 
 Than  give  their  Countries  honours  back  again. 
 Sab.  Can  fo  much  Cruelty  their  Bofoms  fill  f 
 Jul.  It  did,  but  yet  both  Armies  murmur'd  dill, 
 And  univerfally  their  purpofe  held 
 To  ask  new  Champions,  or  a  general  Field  : 
 The  Leaders  Prefence  they  no  longer  fear'd, 
 Their  Power  fearce  valu  d,  or  their  Voices  heard. 
 Th  amazed  King,  this  Mifchief  to  oppofe, 
 Since  ev'ry  once  (fays  he)  enraged  grows, 
 Let  us  on  this  confult  the  Pow'rs  above  ; 
 What  impious  Man  dares  their  Command  difown, 
 When  they  in  facrifice  have  made  it  known? 
 He  us'd  no  more  words,  but  thefe  were  commands 5 
 They  fnatch  the  Arms  from  the  fix  Champions  hands, 
 And  that  blind  thirft  of  Fame  they  fo  intend, 
 Sence  of  Religion  does  a  while  fufpend  $ 
 Byfome  new  Scruple,  or  a  great  Refpeft, 
 Our  Prince's  Counfel  they  refolve  t'effeft-, 
 Which  in  both  Camps  fo  great  a  Rev'rtnce  found, 
 As  if  both  Nations  had  our  Julius  Crown'd. 
 The  Vi&ims  Death  will  give  us  farther  light. 
 
 Sab.Thz  Gods  will  never  own  that  guilry  Fight: 
 From  this  Delay  fome  new  hopes  may  drawn, 
 And  fure  my  Happinefs  begins  to  dawn. 
 
 SCENE 
 
478  HORACE. 
 
 SCENE    IIL 
 
 Sabine,  Camille,  Julie. 
 
 Sab.  Ma  Sœur,  que  je  vous  dife  une  bonne  Nouvelle  < 
 Cam.  Je  penfe  la  fçavoir,  s' il  faut  la  nommer  telle. 
 On  Va  dite  à  mon  *Pére,  à* f et  ois  avec  luy j 
 Mais  je  n'en  conçoy  rien  quijlate  mon  ennuy. 
 Ce  delay  de  nos  maux  rendra  leurs  coups  plus  rude  s i 
 Ce  ri  eft  qu'un  plus  long  terme  à  nos  inquiétudes, 
 Et  tout  l'allégement  qu'il  en  faut  efpérer, 
 Cyeft  de  pleurer  plus  tard  ceux  qu'il  faudra  pleurer . 
 Sab.  Les  Dieux  ri  ont  pas  en  vain  infpiréce  tumult  d 
 Cam.  *Difons  plût  oft,  ma  Sœur,  qu'en  vain  on  les 
 confulte} 
 Ces  mefmes  Dieux  à  Tulle  ont  infpiré  ce  choix, 
 Et  la  voix  du  Tublic  ri  eft  pas  toujours  leurs  voix. 
 Ils  defcendent  bien  moins  dans  défi  bas  étages, 
 Que  dans  lame  des  Rois,  leurs  vivantes  images, 
 De  qui  l'indépendante  &  faint  e  autorité 
 Eft  un  rayon  Jecret  de  leur  Divinité, 
 Jul. Cy  eft  vouloir  fans  raifon  vous  former  des  obftaclesi 
 Que  de  chercher  leur  voix  ailleurs  qu'en  leurs  Oracles, 
 Et  vous  ne  vous  pouvez  figurer  tout  perdu, 
 Sans  démentir  ce  luy  qui  vous  fut  hier  rendu. 
 
 Cam.  Un  Oracle  jamais  ne  fe  laiffe  comprendre  % 
 On  l'entend d autant  moins  que  plus  on  croit  l'entendre, 
 
 Et 
 
HORACE.  +79 
 
 S  C  E  N  B     III. 
 
 Camilla^   Subma^  Julia. 
 
 Sab.   I  have  News,  Sifter,    that  will  pleafe   you 
 much. 
 
 Cam.  I  think  I  know  it,  if  you  call  it  fuch$ 
 My  Father  heard  it  now,  and  fo  did  J, 
 But  nothing  thence  my  hopes  can  fortify: 
 This  delay 'd  Mifchief  threatens  forer  Blows, 
 And  does  but  lengthen  our  too  certain  Woes 5 
 And  by  the  hindrance  of  this  new  Conteft, 
 Our  Tears  are  but  fufpended,  not  fupprcft. 
 
 Sab.   This  Tumult  was  not  vainly  fure  infpir'J. 
 
 Cam.  But  vainly  they  have  of  the  Gods  enquir'd} 
 For  the  fame  Cods  guided  our  Princes  choice, 
 Nor  fpeak  they  often  in  the  Peoples  Voice  > 
 Their  Counfel  (hines  not  in  Vulgar  Breaft, 
 But  Kings  that  reprefent  them  know  it  beft; 
 In  whofe  Supream  Authority  we  fee 
 A  fecret  Ray  of  their  Divinity. 
 
 Jul.  You  will  contribute  to  your  own  diftrefs, 
 To  feek  their  Will,  but  in  their  Oracles  j 
 And  that  which  yefterday  reliev'd  your  Care, 
 May  ftrve  to  day  to  banifh  your  Defpair. 
 
 Cam.  An  Oracle  is  fo  wrapt  up  in  doubt,* 
 The  mere  we  guefs,  the  Iefa  we  find  it  out  5 
 
 There's 
 
48o  HORACE. 
 
 Et  loin  de  s'affeurer  fur  un  pareil  Arrefl, 
 
 Qui  n'y  'voit  rien  d'obfcur  doit  croire  que  tout  l'ejl. 
 
 Sab.  Sur  ce  qui  fait  pour  nous  prenons  plus  d'ajfeû- 
 Et  fouffrons  les  douceurs  dunejufle  efpérance.  \jancei 
 Quand  la  faveur  du  Ciel  ouvre  a  demy  fes  bras, 
 Qui  ne  s'en  promet  rien  ne  la  mérite  pas  s 
 Il  empefche  fouvent  qu'elle  ne  fe  déployé, 
 Et  lors  qu'elle  defcendfon  refus  la  renvoyé. 
 
 Cam.  Le  Ciel  agit  fans  nous  en  ces  e'vénemens> 
 Et  ne  les  régie  point  dejfus  nos  fentimens. 
 
 Jul.  Une  vous  a  fait  peur  que  pour  vous  faire  gracé. 
 Adieu,  je  vay  fçavoir  comme  enfin  tout  fe  pa/fe. 
 Modérez  vos  frayeurs,  fefpére  à  mon  retour 
 Ne  vous  entretenir  que  de  propos  d'amour, 
 Et  que  nous  n'emploîrons  la  fin  de  la  journée 
 Qu'aux  doux  préparatifs  d'un  heureux  hy menée y 
 
 Sab.  J-'ofe  encor  l'efpérer. 
 
 Cam.  Moyy  je  n'efpère  rien. 
 
 Jul.  L'effet vous  fera  voir  que  nous  en  jugeons  bien. 
 
 S    C    E    N    E    IV. 
 
 Sabine,  Camille. 
 
 [me  ; 
 Sab.  Tarmy  nos  déplaifirs  fouffrez  que  je  vous  blafi 
 
 Je  ne  puis  approuver  tant  de  trouble  en  vojlre  ame. 
 
 Que  feriez-vous,  ma  Sœur,  au  point  où  je  me  voy, 
 
 Si  vous  aviez  à  craindre  autant  que  je  le  doy, 
 
 Et  fi  vous  attendiez  de  leurs  armes  fatales 
 
 Des  maux  pareils  aux  miens,  &  des  pertes  égales  ? 
 
 Cam* 
 
HORACE.  481 
 
 There's  nothing  certain  in't  but  this  Remark, 
 Who  thinks  all  clear,  mufl  know  that  all  is  dark. 
 
 Sab.  Let's  give  our  Confidence  a  larger  ftopc, 
 And  entertain  a  reafonable  Hope-, 
 When  Heav'n  begins  to  grant  what  we  have  fought, 
 They  that  diflruft  its  Smiles  deferve  them  not  ^ 
 We  hinder  often  what  we  fo  fufpect, 
 And  fend  back  Comfort  by  that  rude  Neglcft. 
 
 Cam.  Heav'n  governs  us,  without  ourownconfer.ts, 
 And  wc  are  paflive  in  thefe  great  Events. 
 
 y#/.Hope  then  with  me,  that  when  we  meetagaiu* 
 A  gentler  Theam  our  Thoughts  (hall  entertain, 
 And  that  this  Evening,  with  a  welcome  care, 
 We  for  your  Marriage  only  (hall  prepare. 
 
 Sab.  I  hope  as  much. 
 
 Cam.  'Tis  more  than  I  dare  do. 
 
 y«/.Th'event  will  (hew  us  whofe  Prefage  is  true. 
 
 SCENE    IV. 
 
 Sabina,  Camilla. 
 
 Sab.  Sifter,  your  Sorrows  I  mufl  needs  condemn* 
 
 Unlefs  their  caufes  did  more  warrant  them  ; 
 
 What  would  you  do,  and  at  what  rate  lament, 
 
 Had  you  my  reafon  for  your  Difcontent , 
 
 And  if  from  what  thefe  fatal  Arms  defign, 
 
 Your  loffes  could  be  thought  as  great  as  mine? 
 
 Ii  Cam. 
 
482  HORACE. 
 
 Cam.  Tariez  plus  fainement  de  vos  maux  &  des 
 miens. 
 Chacun  voit  ceux  d'autruydun  autre  œil  que  les fiens, 
 Mais  à  bien  regarder  ceux  ou  le  Ciel  me  plonge* 
 Les  voftres  auprès  d'eux  vous  /émuleront  unfonge. 
 La  feule  mort  d Horace  eft  à  craindre  pour  vous  > 
 ^Des  Frères  ne  font  rien  à  l'égal  d'un  Epoux. 
 L'Hymen  qui  nous  attache  en  une  autre  famille 
 Nous  détache  de  celle  ou  Pon  a  vécu  Fille  j 
 On  voit  dun  œil  divers  des  nœuds  fi  differ ens, 
 Et  pour  fuivre  un  Mary  l'on  quitte  fes  Tarens, 
 Mais  fi  près  d'un  hymen  l'Amant  que  donne  un*Pére 
 Nous  eft  moins  qu'un  Epoux,  &  non  pas  moins  qu'un 
 Nosfentimensentr'eux  demeurent  fufpendus,  L^rere' 
 Noftre  choix  impoffible,  &  nos  vœux  confondus. 
 Ainfi^ma  Sœur*  du  moins  vous  avez  dans  vos  plaintes 
 Où  porter  vosfouhaits,  à*  terminer  vos  craintes^ 
 Mais  file  Ciels'obftine  à  nous  perfécutery 
 Tour  moy,  j'ay  tout  à  craindre,  &  rien  à  fouhaiter. 
 Sab.  Quand  il  faut  que  l'un  meure,  &par  les  mains 
 de  l'autre, 
 Ceft  un  raifonnement  bien  mauvais  que  le  voftre. 
 
 Quoy,quecefoient,ma  Sœur, des  nœuds  bien  differ  ens  > 
 Ceft  fans  les  oublier  qu'on  quitte  fes  Tarens. 
 L'hymen  n'efface  point  ces  profonds  caractères, 
 Tour  aimer  un  Mary  l'on  ne  hait  pas  fes  Frères, 
 La  Nature  en  tout  temps  garde  fes  premiers  droits, 
 Aux  dépens  de  leur  vie  on  ne  fait  point  de  choix  $ 
 
 Auffi- 
 
HORACE.  4,83 
 
 Cam.  Let  both  our  Sorrows  equally  be  known, 
 For  we  are  all  too  partial  to  our  own  3 
 But  when  compar'd  to  my  diftrefs'd  extreams, 
 Your  Griefs  will  feem  but  melancholy  Dreams: 
 A  Husband's  danger  is  your  only  care, 
 With  whom  your  Brothers  never  can  compare  5 
 When  to  another  Family  ally'd, 
 From  our  own  Kindred  we  are  quite  unty'd: 
 Parents  with  Husbands  no  Difpute  admit, 
 To  follow  thefe,  we  thofe  can  gladly  quit: 
 But  Love  when  by  a  Father's  will  made  good, 
 Is  lefs  than  Marriage,  yet  not  lefs  than  Bloody 
 And  fo  betwixt  them  our  Concern  is  toft, 
 Our  Choice  fufpended,  and  our  Wifhes  loft. 
 But*  you  may  find  a  way  amidft  your  fears, 
 To  raife  your  wifhes,  and  reftrain  your  tears: 
 When  if  Heav'n  ftill  its  cruelty  intend, 
 I  can  wifh  nothing,  but  all  apprehend. 
 
 Sab.  Againft  each  other  when  fuch  Foes  are  bent, 
 There's  fmall  conviftion  in  your  argument  -, 
 For  Blood  as  well  as  Marriage  is  a  Knot, 
 We  quit  our  Kindred,  but  forget  them  not  : 
 Never  does  Hymen  Nature  undermine, 
 Who  loves  her  Husband,  does  not  hate  her  Line. 
 Since  neither  tye  will  their  Pretenfions  lofe, 
 When  Life's  conccrn'd,  one   knows  not  what   to 
 chufe , 
 
 Ii  2  On 
 
484  HORACE. 
 
 Au  ffi>  bien  qu'un  époux  ils  font  d'autres  nous-mêmes. 
 Et  tous  maux  font  pareils^  alors  qu'ils  font  extrêmes. 
 Mais  l'Amant  qui  'vous  charme  &pour  qui  vous  brûlez 
 Ne  vous  efl  après  tout  que  ce  que  vous  voulez-, 
 Une  mauvaife  humeur ^  unpen  dejaloufîe. 
 En  fait  ajfez  fouvent  pajfer  la  fantaifïe. 
 Ce  que  peut  le  caprice,  of ez- le  par  raifon, 
 Et  laijfez  voftre  fang  hors  de  comparaifon, 
 Ceft  crime  qu'oppofer  des  liens  volontaires 
 A  ceux  que  la  naijfance  a  rendus  necejfaires. 
 Si  donc  le  Ciel  syobJline  à  nous  perfecuter, 
 Seule  j'ay  tout  à  craindre,  &  rien  à  fouhaiter^ 
 Mai  s  pour  vous,  le  devoir  vous  donne  dans  vos  plaintes 
 Ou  porter  vos  fouhaits,  &  terminer  vos  craintes. 
 
 Qzm.Je  le  voy  bien,  maSœur,vcus  naimaftes  jamais  y 
 Et  vous  ne  connoiffezy  ny  l* Amour %  ny  fes  traits. 
 On  peut  luy  réffler  quand  il  commence  à  nai/lrey 
 Mais  non-pas  le  bannir,  quand  il  s' eft  rendu  maiflre 
 Et  que  l'aveu  d'un  Tere  engageant  noftre  foy, 
 A  fait  de  ce  Tyran  un  légitime  Roy. 
 Il  entre  avec  douceur ,  mais  il  régne' par  force, 
 Et  quand  l'ame  une  fois  a  goûte  fon  amorce^ 
 Vouloir  ne  plus  aimer  c'eft  ce  qu'elle  ne  peut, 
 Tuif qu'elle  ne  peut  plus  vouloir  que  ce  qu'il  veut) 
 Ses  chaifnes  font  pour  nous  au fft 'fortes  que  belles. 
 
 SCENE 
 
HORACE.  485 
 
 On  this  fide,  and  on  that,  by  turns  we  falls 
 Extremity  of  Sorrow  equals  all  : 
 Whereas  a  Lowr  moft  efteem'd,  is /till 
 
 But  a  Dependant  on  your  foy'reign  will  • 
 
 And  a  capricious  or  a  jealous  hour 
 
 May  make  your  Rigour  equal  to  yourPowr- 
 
 What  Fancy  can,  your  Reafofi  may  perfwade, 
 
 So  love  no  more  will  Nature's  rights  i; 
 
 For  'tis  a  crime  to  pay  no  more  Refpccl 
 
 To  tyes  born  with  u?,  than  thofe  wc  elccl. 
 
 Thus  if  He3v'ns  angry  cloud  will  farther  fpread, 
 
 I  nothing  have  to  hope,  but  all  to  dread. 
 
 But  Duty  offers,  (to  dry  up  your  Tears) 
 
 Aim  for  your  wilhes,  Limits  for  your  fears. 
 
 Cam.  Ah  !  Sifter,  I  perceive  your  fetled  Heart 
 Never  knew  Love,  nor  felt  his  venom'd  Dart  : 
 At  firft  indeed  we  may  the  Boy  refift, 
 Who  once  receiv'd,  can  never  be  difmifs'd; 
 When  Duty  to  his  flame  does  fuel  bring, 
 He  grows  a  Tyrant  from  a  lawful  King  5 
 He  enters  gently,  but  by  force  he  reigns  > 
 And  when  a  Heart  once  wears  his  golden  Chains, 
 To  caft  them  off  our  wills  too  weak  are  grown, 
 Becaufe  that  will  no  longer  is  our  own: 
 The  Fetters  glitter,  but  are  Fetters  ftill 
 
 li  3  SCENE 
 
486  HORACE. 
 
 SCENE    V, 
 
 Le  vieil  Horace,  Sabine,  Camille. 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Je  viens  vous  apporter  defafcheufes 
 Nouvelles, 
 Mes  Filles,  mais  en  vain  je  voudrois  vous  celer 
 Ce  qu'on  ne  vous  fi  aur  oit  long-temps  dijjimuler. 
 Vos  Frères  font  aux  mains, le  s  \Dieux  ainfi  l'ordonnent. 
 Sab.J*  veux  bien  l'avouer, ces  Nouvelles  ri  étonnent, 
 Et  je  m'imaginois  dans  la  ^Divinité 
 Beaucoup  moins  d'injufiice,  &  bien  plus  de  bonté. 
 Ne  nous  confiiez  point  5  contre  tant  d'infortune 
 La  pitié  parle  en  vain,  la  rai  fin  importune, 
 Nous  avons  en  nos  mains  la  fin  de  nos  douleurs, 
 Et  qui  veut  bien  mourier  peut  braver  les  malheurs. 
 Nous  pourrions  ai fément  faire  en  voftre  pre  fence 
 De  nofire  defefpoir  une  fauffe  confiance, 
 Mais  quand  on  peut  fans  honte  eftre  fans  fermeté, 
 L'affeÛer  aux  dehors  c'efi  une  lafiheté, 
 L'ufage  d'un  tel  art  nous  le  laiffons  aux  hommes, 
 Et  ne  voulons  pafjer  que  pour  ce  que  nous  fommes. 
 Nous  ne  demandons  point  qu'un  courage  fi  fort 
 S'abaiffe  à  nofire  exemple  à  fe  plaindre  du  Sort. 
 Recevez  fans  frémir  ces  mortelles  alarmes, 
 Voyez  couler  nos  pleurs  fans  y  méfier  vos  larmes, 
 Enfin  pour  toute  grace  en  de  tels  déplaifirs, 
 Gardez  vofire  confiance,  &  fouffrez  nos  ficupirs. 
 
 Le 
 
HORACE.  4g7 
 
 SCENE    V. 
 
 Old  Horace,  Sabina,  Camilla. 
 
 Old  Hor.  Daughters,  I  bring  you  News  thill 
 very  ill  ^ 
 
 But  it  would  be  in  vain  now  to  forbear, 
 
 Since  you  the  fatal  Story  foon  muft  hear. 
 
 Your  Brothers  right for  fo  the  Gods  ordain. 
 
 Sab.  I  mud  confefs  it  horrour  does  contain  • 
 
 And  the  Divinity  had  once  my  truft 
 
 To  be  more  kind  at  lead,  if  not  more  juft. 
 
 Comfort  us  not,  for  Reafon  tedious  grows, 
 
 When  fuch  a  tide  of  forrow  'twould  oppofe  : 
 
 In  our  own  hands,  our  Remedy  we  have$ 
 
 For  who  dares  dye,  may  all  Misfortunes  brave. 
 
 Perhaps  we  our  Defpair  might  feem  to  fcorn, 
 
 And  with  falfe  Conftancy  our  felves  adorn  j 
 
 But  when  without  a  blufli  we  may  admit 
 
 Of  grief,  'twere  weaknefs  to  diffemble  it  : 
 
 We  to  your  Sex  can  fuch  a  cunning  fpare, 
 
 And  will  prêterai  only  to  what  we  are$ 
 
 Nor  expect  we  a  courage  of  your  ftrain 
 
 Should  ftoop  by  our  example  to  complain: 
 
 Receive  this  cruel  news  without  a  groan, 
 
 Behold  our  Tears,  and  never  mix  your  own  ; 
 
 And  in  a  Fortune  that  is  fo  forlorn, 
 
 Be  ftill  unmov'd,  but  fufTer  us  to  mourn. 
 
 lid  O 
 
438  HORACE. 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Loin  de  blafmer  les  pleurs  que  je  vous 
 voy  répandre* 
 Je  croy  faire  beaucoup  de  men  pouvoir  défendre* 
 Et  céder  ois  peut -eftre  à  de  [t  rudes  coups* 
 Si  je  prenois  icy  me  [me  intéreft  que  vous. 
 Non  qiïAlbe  par  fon  choix  m  ait  fait  hair  vos  Frères* 
 Tous  trois  me  font  encor  des  perfonnes  bien  chères , 
 Mais  enfin  V amitié  riefl  pas  de  mefme  rang* 
 Et  n'a  point  les  effets  de  l'amour  ny  du  fang. 
 Je  ne  fens  point  pour  eux  la  douleur  qui  tourmente 
 Sabine  comme  Sœury  Camille  comme  Amante  s 
 Je  puis  les  regarder  comme  nos  Ennemis \ 
 Et  donne  fans  regret  mes  fouhaits  a  mes  Fils. 
 jls  font  graces  aux  'Dieux*  dignes  de  leur  ^Patrie. 
 Aucun  étonnement  n'a  leur  gloire  flétrie* 
 Et  fay  veu  leur  honneur  croiflre  de  la  moitié* 
 Quand  ils  ont  des  deux  camps  refufé  la  pitié. 
 Si  par  quelque  foiblejfe  ils  favoient  mandiée9 
 Si  leur  haute  vertu  ne  teufl  répudiée* 
 Ma  main  bien-toflfur  eux  m'euft  vangé  hautement 
 *De  V affront  que  m'euft  fait  ce  mol  confentement. 
 Mais  lors  qu'en  dépit  deux  on  en  a  vofilu  d'autres* 
 Je  ne  le  cèle  point*  fay  joint  mes  vœux  aux  vojîres. 
 Si  le  Ciel  pitoyable  euft  écouté  ma  voix* 
 Albe  fer  oit  réduite  à  faire  un  autre  choix-* 
 Nous  pourrions  voir  tant  oft  triompher  les  Horaces* 
 Sans  voir  leurs  bras  fouillez  du  fang  des  Curiaces* 
 
 Et 
 
HORACE.  439 
 
 Old  Hot.  I  think  your  tears  fa  due  to  your  diftrefV, 
 That  all  my  Courage  fcarce  can  mine  fupprdi^ 
 And  ev'n  that  Virtue  might  furrendcr  too, 
 Were  I  as  much  concernM  in  it,  as  you. 
 Not  that    the  Alb  un   choice  makes   me   fo    ftcrn 
 
 \To  Sab. 
 To  rob  your  Brothers  of  my  fir  ft  concern  -, 
 But  Friendmip  would  in  vain  pretend  to  fway, 
 When  Love  and  Nature  will  difpute  the  Day, 
 And  my  Heart  no  fuch  tender  nefs  receives, 
 By  which  a  Sifter,  or  a  Miftrefs  grieves  5 
 I  can  look  on  them  as  the  puklick  Foes, 
 And  give  my  Sons,  my  undivided  Vows  ; 
 I  thank  the  Gods  their  Country  without  (hame 
 May  affert  them,  as  they  have  done  their  Fame; 
 I  faw  what  Glory  all  their  Brows  adorn'd, 
 When  the  companion  of  both  Camps  they  fcorn'dj 
 If  any  weaknefs  had  that  pity  fought, 
 Nay  had  they  not  abhorr'd  io  poor  a  thought, 
 My  Arm,  for  fuch  a  wrong  to  Vengeance  bent, 
 Had  punifh'd  that  degenerate  content  ; 
 But  when  the  Field  would  needs  the  choice  renew, 
 I  muft  confefs,  I  then  defir'd  it  too, 
 And  if  relenting  Heav'n  had  heard  my  voice, 
 Alba  had  been  redue'd  to  other  choice  -, 
 The  Horaces  had  then  triumphant  ftood 
 
 With  Swords  unftained  in  the  Curtian  Blood, 
 
 And 
 
49©  HORACE. 
 
 Et  de  £  événement  d'un  combat  plus  humain 
 
 *Dépendroit  maintenant  l'honneur  du  nom  Romain. 
 
 La  prudencedes  *Dieux  autrement  en  difpofe. 
 
 Sur  leur  ordre  éternel  mon  efprit  fe  repofe, 
 
 Il  s'arme  en  ce  be  foin  de  générofïté, 
 
 Et  du  bonheur  public  fait  fa  félicité. 
 
 Tafchez  d'en  faire  autant  pour  foulager  vos  peines* 
 
 Et  fongez  toutes  deux  que  vous  eftes  Romaine  $ 
 
 Vous  l  eftes  devenue,  &  vous  l'eftes  encor. 
 
 Un  fi  glorieux  titre  eft  un  digne  trefor. 
 
 Un  jour y  un  jour  viendra  que  par  toute  la  terre 
 
 Rome  fe  fera  craindre  à  l'égal  du  Tonnerre. 
 
 Et  que  tout  l'Univers  tremblant  dejfous  fes  loixy 
 
 Ce  grand  nom  deviendra  l'ambition  des  Rois. 
 
 Les  *Dieux  à  noftre  çyEne'e  ont  promis  cette  gloire. 
 
 SCENE    VI. 
 
 Le  vieil  Horace,  Sabine,  Camille,  Julie. 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Nous  venez-vous,  Julie,  apprendre 
 la  victoire  ? 
 Mais  plût  oft  du  combat  les  f une  ft  es  effets. 
 Rome  eft  Sujette  d'Albe,  &  vos  Fils  font  défaits  % 
 *Des  trois  les  deux  font  morts,  fon  Epoux  feul  vous 
 
 fe/?e-  [nefteï 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  O  d'un  trifte  combat  effet  vraiment  fu- 
 
 Rome  eft  Sujette  d* Albe,  &  pour  l'en  garantir 
 Il  ri  a  pas  employé  jufqiïau  dernier  foûpir  ! 
 
 Non, 
 
HORACE.  491 
 
 And  by  a  Combat  lcfs  to  Natures  fhame, 
 Had  fav'd  the  Honour  of  the  Roman  name. 
 Bur  otherwife  the  mighty  Gods  defign, 
 And  their  high  pleafure  muft  determine  mine. 
 With  generous  thoughts  I  build  my  great  refolve, 
 And  in  the  pubiick  Ini'reft  mine  involve  * 
 Take  you  that  courfe  to  flop  your  Sorrows  growth, 
 Rememb'ring  this  that  you  are  Romans  both. 
 
 You  are  by  birth,  what  f  you  by  vows  became, 
 And  there's  a  noble  Fortune  in  that  Name. 
 Rome  fhall  hereafter  to  that  Empire  grow, 
 That  the  whole  World  fhall  to  her  Enfigns  bow  * 
 The  trembling  Univerfe  her  Yoke  fhall  bear, 
 And  Kings  fhall  court  the  Title  that  you  wear. 
 This  our  ^/Eneas  from  the  Gods  obtain'd..— — 
 
 *  to  Cam.     f  lo  Sab. 
 
 SCENE    VI. 
 
 Old  Horace^  Sabinay  Camilla,  Julia. 
 
 OldHor.  Dofl  thou  come  to  usf  Julia,  to  declare 
 Whofe  noble  brows  the  Vigor's  Laurels  wear  > 
 
 Jul.  Rather  the  Combat's  fad  effefts,  for  Rome 
 Is  Albas  Captive,  and  your  Sons  o'ercome. 
 Two  flain  out-right,  her  Lord  furvives  alone. 
 
 Old  Hor.  Of  a  fad  Fight  a  fad  Conclufion  ! 
 Rome,  Albas  fubjeft,  and  in  fuch  a  need 
 My  Son  not  fight,  whilft  he  had  Blood  to  bleed  ! 
 
 It 
 
492  HORACE. 
 
 Non,  non,  cela  ri  eft  pointy  on  vous  trompe,  Julie. 
 Rome  ri  eft  point  Sujette y  ou  mon  Fils  eft  fans  vie  s 
 Je  connoy  mieux  mon  fang,  ilfçait  mieux  fon  devoir. 
 
 Jul.  Mille  de  nos  remparts  comme  moyl'onpû  voir. 
 Il  s' eft  fait  admirer  tant  qu'ont  duré  fes  Frères* 
 Mais  comme  il  s" eft  veu  feul  contre  trois  Adverfaires* 
 Très  d'eftre  enfermé  deux,  fa  fuite  l'a  fauve,     r^ , 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.Ef  nosfoldats  trahis  ne  l 'ont  point  ache\ 
 ïïans  leurs  rangs  à  ce  lafche  ils  ont  donné  retraite  r 
 
 Jul.  Je  riay  rien  voulu  voir  après  cette  défaite. 
 
 Cam.  O  mes  Frères  ! 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Tout-beau,  ne  les  pleur ezp as  tous, 
 'Deux  jouijfent  dyunfort  dont  leur  'Père  eft  jaloux. 
 Que  des  plus  nobles  fleurs  leur  tombe  [oit  couverte  % 
 La  gloire  de  leur  mort  m' a  payé  de  leur  perte. 
 Ce  boîiheur  a  fuivy  leur  courage  invaincu 
 Qu'ils  ont  veu  Rome  libre  autant  qu'ils  ont  vécu, 
 Et  ne  l'auront  point  veu'è  obéir  qu'à  fon  Prince, 
 Ny  d'un  Etat  voiftn  devenir  la  Province. 
 Pleurez  l'autre,  pleurez  l'irréparable  ajfront 
 Que  fa  fuite  honteufe  imprime  à  noftre  front, 
 Pleurez  les  deshonneur  de  toute  noftre  race, 
 Et  l'opprobre  éternel  qu'il  laijfe  au  nom  d'Horace. 
 
 Jul.  Que  vouliez-vous  qu'il ftft  contre  trois  ? 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Qu'ilmouruft, 
 Ou  qu'un  beau  defefpoir  alors  fe  fee ouruft. 
 N'euft-il  que  dun  moment  reculé  fa  défaite* 
 Rome  euft  été  du  moins  un  peu  plus  tard  Sujette, 
 
 II 
 
HORACE.  493 
 
 It  cannot  be  !  you  arc  decciv'd,  'tis  plain, 
 Rome  is  unconquer'd,  or  my  Son  is  (lain  ; 
 I  better  do  my  Blood's  true  temper  know, 
 And  he  fo  well,  wh:it  he  to  Rome  does  owe, 
 He  could  nor,  durft  not,  but  o'ercome,  or  dye. 
 
 Jul.  A  thoufand  more  might  fee't,  as  well  as  I. 
 He  a&ed  wonders  till  his  Brothers  Fall  ; 
 But  when  once  left  to  fight  againft  them  all, 
 And  half  hemm'd  in,  Flight  did  his  Pcrfon  fave. 
 
 OldHor.  And  th'injur'd  Soldiers  not  difpatch  the 
 Would  they  afford  the  Coward  a  Retreat  ?      U^ve  f 
 
 Jul.  I  came  away  upon  the  fad  Defeat. 
 
 Cam.  Oh  !  my  dear  Brothers  ! 
 
 Old  Hor.  Stay  !   lament  not  all  ! 
 Two  are  fo  fall  n,  I  emulate  their  fall. 
 Let  nobleft  Flowers  on  their  Tombs  be  laid, 
 I  in  their  glorious  death  their  lofs  am  paid  5 
 And  'twas  their  Virtues  Fortune  not  to  be 
 Survivors  of  their  Country's  Liberty 5 
 Nor  fee  it  by  a  flranger  Prince  be  fway'd 
 Nor  to  a  neighb'ring  State,  a  Province  made. 
 Lament  the  bafe  Survivor,  and  the  fhame 
 His  coward  flight  has  branded  on  my  Name. 
 Lament  the  infamy  of  all  our  Race, 
 And  the  Horatian  glory's  black  difgrace. 
 
 Jul.  What  mould  he  againft  three  have  done? 
 
 Old  Hor.  Have  dy'd, 
 Or  by  a  brave  defpair  been  fortify'di 
 
 Or 
 
494  HORACE. 
 
 lleufi  avec  honneur  laiffé  mes  cheveux  gris > 
 Et  c'étoit  de  fa  vie  un  affez  digne  prix. 
 
 Il  eji  de  tout  fonfang  comptable  a  fa  "Patrie, 
 Chaque  goûte  épargnée  a  fa  gloire  flétrie  5 
 Chaque  inftant  de  fa  vie,  après  ce  lafche  tour$ 
 Met  d'autant  plus  ma    honte  avec  la  (tenue  au 
 
 jour. 
 J'en  rompray  bien  le  cours >  &  ma  jujle  colère, 
 Contre  un  indigne  Fils  ufant  des  droits  dun  Terey 
 S ç aura  bien  faire  voir  dans  fa  punition 
 L'éclatant  defaveu  d'une  telle  action. 
 Sab.   Ecoutez  un  peu  moins  ces  ardeurs  gêné* 
 reufesy 
 Et  ne  nous  rendez  point  tout -à -fait  malheur  eufes. 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Sabine,  voftre  cœurfe  confole  aifê- 
 ment. 
 Nos  malheurs  jufqu'icy  vous  touchent  faiblement  > 
 Vous  n'avez  point  encor  depart  à  nos  miféres> 
 Le  Ciel  vous  a  fauve  voflre  Epoux  &  vos  Frères. 
 Si  nousfommes  Sujets^  ceft  de  voftre  Tays, 
 Vos  Frères  font  vainqueurs,   quand  nous  fommes 
 
 trahis, 
 Et  voyant  le  haut  point  où  leur  gloire  fe  monte, 
 Vous   regardez  fort  peu  ce    qui    nous    vient  de 
 
 honte. 
 Mais  voftre  trop  d'amour  pour  cet  infâme  Epoux 
 Vous  donnera  bientojl  à  plaindre  comme  à  nous. 
 
 Vos 
 
HORACE.  +95 
 
 Or  had  he  but  demurr'd  to  his  defeat, 
 
 Rome  had  been  fubjcdt  fomething  later  yet  : 
 
 He  then  had  left  thefe  aged  hoary  hairs 
 
 As  bright  with  honour,  as  they're  white  with  years  -, 
 
 And  he,  though  he  had  dy'd,  had  carried  hence, 
 
 For  a  frail  Life,  a  noble  Recompence. 
 
 He  now  accomptable  to  Rome  remains, 
 
 For  all  the  coward  Blood  that  fwells  his  Veins. 
 
 And  every  drop  preferv'd  by  fuch  a  fhame, 
 
 Has  quench'd  his  Glory,  and  eclips'd  his  Fame. 
 
 Each  hour  on's  life,  after  an  aft  fo  bafe, 
 
 His  (hame,  and  mine,  ftill  more  and  more  betrays. 
 
 HI   cut  it  fhort,  and  whilfl  my  rage  puts  on 
 
 A  Father's  pow'r  o'er  an  unworthy  Son  5 
 
 I  in  his  punifhment  will  make  it  known, 
 
 How  much  the  Poultron's  bafenefs  I  difown. 
 
 Sab.  Be  govern'd  lefs,  Sir,  by  that  gen'rous  heat, 
 And  do  not  raife  our  mifchiefs  higher  yet. 
 
 OldHor.  Sabina,  you  may  beft  thefe  mifchiefs  bear. 
 
 You  in  thefe  ills  have  yet  the  eafieft  (hare, 
 
 You  in  this  ruin  yet  do  nothing  lofe  ; 
 
 Heav'n  has  preferv'd  your  Brothers,  and  your  Spoufe. 
 
 Tis  to  your  Country  we  are  Subjefls  made, 
 
 Your  Brothers  Vidors  are,  whilft  Rome  s  betray'd, 
 
 And  dazled  by  the  luftre  of  their  Fame, 
 
 You  ne  er  confider  our  eternal  (hame  : 
 
 But  your  afFe&ion  to  this  Beaft  will  make 
 
 Your  Bofom  foon,  our  Miferies  partake. 
 
 Thefe 
 
49<î  HORACE. 
 
 Vos  pleurs  en  fa  faveur  fcnt  de  foibles  àéfenfes. 
 J'attejie  des  grands  T^ieux  les  fuprèmes  Tuijfances 
 Qu'avant  ce  jour  finy*  ces  mains >  ces  propres  mains 
 Laveront  dans  f on  fang  la  honte  des  Romains. 
 
 Sab.  Suivons  le  promptement*  la  colère  l'emporte. 
 'Dieuxl  verrons-nous  toujours  des  malheurs  de  la  fort  èï 
 Nous  faudra-fil  toujours  en  craindre  de  plus grands \ 
 Et  toujours  redouter  la  main  de  nos  Tarens  ? 
 
 ACTE  IV.  SCENE  I. 
 
 Le  vieil  Horace,  Camille. 
 
 Le  vieil  Horace. 
 
 NE  me  parlez  jamais  en  faveur  d'un  infâme. 
 Qu'il  me  fuye  a  l'égal  des  Frères  de  fa  Femme. 
 ÎP 'our  confer  ver  un  fang  qu'il  tient  fi précieux 
 lin3  a  rien  fait  encor^  s'il  ri  évite  mes  yeux, 
 Sabine  y  peut  mettre  ordre,  ou  derechef j'attefle 
 Le  fouverain  pouvoir  de  la  troupe  celejle... 
 
 Cam.Âhlmon  T  ère, prenez  un  plus  douxfentimenU 
 Vous  verrez  Rome  mefme  en  ufer  autrement* 
 Et  de  quelque  malheur  que  le  Ciel  l'ait  comblée* 
 Excuferla  vertu  fous  le  nombre  accablée. 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.   Le  jugement  de  Rome  eft  peu  pour 
 mon  regard^ 
 Camille*  je  fuis  Te're*  &fay  mes  droits  àpart. 
 
 7' 
 
H  O   R   A  C  R. 
 
 Thefe  Tears  you  flic  d  'Tors  ar 
 
 For  by  the   Pow*J 
 
 Thcfe  H mds  (lull  waft,  « \x  Day  do  quit  the  Sky, 
 
 In  his  falfe  Blood»  the  Roman  Infamy. 
 
 Sab.  His  Rage  trtflTparti  him,  let  us  intc- 
 Muft  we  (jufl  Heav'n)  ftill  meet  fucceeding  woe 
 Our  ills  are  grown  too  tni  .'land, 
 
 When  fury  threatens  from  a  Parents  band. 
 
 ACT  IV.  SCENE  I. 
 
 Old  Horace,  Camilla. 
 Old  Horace. 
 
 GO,  no  more  Breath  for  fuch  a  Coward  lofe, 
 Let  him  fiye  me,  as  he  has  done  his  Foes$ 
 To  ftvc  that  wretched  Life  he  held  fo  dear, 
 He  has  done  little  ;  if  he  now  appear, 
 Sabina  may  prevent  it,  or  I  vow 
 By  all  the  Pow'rs  to  which  we  Mortals  bow 
 
 Cam.  O  Sir  !  this  cruel  thought  no  more  purfue, 
 
 Or  Rome  her  felf  will  kinder  be  than  you, 
 
 And  (he,  as  much  as  ihe  by  this  dj^s  lofe, 
 
 Valour  oppreft by  Number  will  excufj. 
 
 Old  Hor.  I'm  not  concern'd  what  Mercy  R 
 confers, 
 
 I  have  a  Father's  rights  diftinft  from  hei 
 
 K  k  And 
 
498  HORACE. 
 
 Je  ffiy  trop  comme  agit  la  vertu  véritable^ 
 
 C  eft  fans  en  triompher  que  le  nombre  l  accable, 
 
 Et  fa  mafle  vigueur  toujours  en  mefme  point 
 
 Succombe  fous  la  force^  &  ne  luy  cède  point. 
 
 Tai fez -vous }  &  fâchons  ce  que  nous  veut  Valére. 
 
 SCENE    IL 
 Le  vieil  Horace,  Valere*  Camille. 
 
 Val.  Envoyé  par  le  Roy  pour  con fo  1er  un  Tere, 
 
 Et  pour  luy  témoigner 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor .  N'en  prenez  aucun  foin, 
 Ceft  un  foulagement  dont  je  riay  pas  be  foin, 
 Et f  aime  mieux  voir  morts  que  couverts  d'infamie 
 Ceux  que  vient  de  mojler  une  main  ennemie. 
 Tous  deux  pour  leur  pay  s  font  morts  en  gens  d'honneur, 
 lime  fuffit. 
 
 Val.  Mais  l'autre  eft  un  rare  bonheur  ; 
 *De  tous  les  trois  chez  vous  il  doit  tenir  la  place. 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Que  ri  a-ton  veu  périr  en  luy  le  nom 
 dy Horace  ! 
 
 Val.  Seul  vous  le  maUtraitez  après  ce  qu'il  a  fait. 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor. Ceft  à  moyfeul  aujfî  de  punir  f  on  forfait. 
 
 Val .  Quel  forfait  trouvez-vous  en  fa  bonne  conduite? 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Quel  éclat  de  vertu  trouvez-vous  en  fa 
 
 Val.  La  fuite  eftglorieufe  en  cette  occafîon.  \Juite? 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Vous  redoublez  ma  honte  &  macon- 
 
 fujton. 
 
 Cer- 
 
HORACE.  4,99 
 
 And  know  what  genuine  Virtue  would  have  done  j 
 It  might  be  worfted,  but  not  trampled  oiij 
 True  Valour  never  knows  a  bafe  allay, 
 And  though  it  lofe,  can  never  yield  the  Day. 
 But  let  us  hear  what  does  Valerius  brii: 
 
 SCENE     H. 
 
 Old  Horace^  Camilla^  Valerius. 
 
 Val.  I'm  fent  to  wait  upon  you  from  the  King, 
 
 Who  mourns  your  lofs 
 
 Old  Hor.  That  merits  not  his  care. 
 And  I  the  needlefs  complement  can  fpare-, 
 I  my  Sons  Deaths  rather  than  Shame  would  know, 
 And  tears  than  blulhes  better  can  allow  3 
 They  that  are  flain,  like  Men  of  Honour  dy'd, 
 
 And  that's  enough 
 
 Val.  But  they  are  all  fupply'd 
 By  him  that  lives,  and  his  immortal  Fame. 
 OldHor, .Would  he  had  perifti'd  too,and  all  myName! 
 Val.  Can  only  you  his  Virtue  dif-efteem? 
 Old  Hor.  'Tis  I  alone  that  ought  to  puni(h  him. 
 Val.  And  what  Offence  has  in  his  Conduit  been  ? 
 Old  Hor.  But  what  great  Virtue  in  his  flight  was 
 
 feen  ? 
 /^/.  Flight  in  this  Cafe  wears  an  illuftriousName 
 Old  Hor.  Why  do  you  cover  my  gray  Hairs  with 
 fhame? 
 
 Kk  2  Th'Ex- 
 
5cc  HORACE. 
 
 Certes  l'exemple  eft  rare,  &  digne  de  mémoire, 
 *De  trouver  dans  la  fuite  un  chemin  a  la  gloire. 
 
 Val.  Quelle  confufion,  &  quelle  hovte  à  vous 
 2) 'avoir  produit  un  Fils  qui  nous  conferve  tous, 
 Qui  fait  triompher  Rome,  &  lui  gagne  un  Empire? 
 A  quels  plus  grands   honneurs  faut -il  qu'un  *Pere 
 a/pire?  temp  ire  enfin, 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor .  Quels  honneurs  >quel  triomphe, &  quel 
 Lors  qu'Albe  feus  fes  loix  range  noftre  T>eftin? 
 
 Val.  Que  parlez-vous  icy  dAlbe  &  de  fa  victoire? 
 Ignorez-vous  encor  la  moitié  de  l'hiftoire? 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Je  fcay  que  par  U fuite  il  a  trahy  l'Etat. 
 
 Val.  Guy,  s'il  eu/i  en  fuyant  terminé  le  combat  $ 
 A'ais  on  a  bien-toft  veu  qu'il  ne  fuyoit  qu'en  homme  ^ 
 Qui  friivoit  ménager  l'avantage  de  Rome. 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Qttoy,  Rome  do?ic  triomphe  ! 
 
 Val.  Apprenez,  apprenez 
 La  valeur  de  ce  Fils  qu'à  tort  vous  condamnez. 
 
 Refié  feul  contre  trois,  mais  en  cette  avanture, 
 Tous  trois  étant  bleffez,  &  Iny  feul  fans  bleffure, 
 Trop  foible  pour  eux  tous,  trop  fort  pour  chacun 
 Jl  fçait  bienfe  tirer  d'un  pas  fi  dangereux, 
 Il  fuit  pour  mieux  combatre,et  cette  prompte  rufe  d'eux, 
 çDivife  adroitement  trois  Frères  qu'elle  abufe. 
 Chacun  le  fuit  d'un  pas,  ou  plus,  ou  moins  prejfé, 
 Selon  qu'il  fe  rencontre  ou  plus  ou  moins  blejfé; 
 Leur  ardeur  eft  égale  à  pourfuivre  la  fuite, 
 Mais  leurs  coups  inégaux  féparent  leur  pour  fuite. 
 
 Ho. 
 
II    O    R    A    c    e; 
 Th*  Exaip]  |J  anj  few  wou|j  (]jCj 
 
 If  Men  cuuIJ  catch  bright  Honour  when  thy  flic 
 
 Val.  Doyo  |  a  a):l<  ^ 
 
 T  have  In  J  a  Sc;  ;j  . 
 
 Who  with  pew  1  hsdid  j  vc? 
 
 What  greater  Honours  could  a  Father 
 
 O/*/.  Hor.  Whit   Honours  and  what  Tri 
 brings  he  ho. 
 When  Alba  muft  difpofe  the  Fate  oï  Ro?;. 
 
 Val.  What  great  Succcfs  oï  Alba  \  .\|? 
 
 Or  have  you  yet  but  half  the  Story  heard? 
 
 Old  Hor.  Was  not   the  Combat   ended   by    his 
 
 Flight? 
 Val  So  Alba  thought  at  that  mi/taken  fight, 
 But  (he  (bon  found,  he  ileJ  but  as  b-<:i  iu 
 A  Man  entrusted  with  his  Country's  i .  ;:   . 
 Old  Hor.  Does  Rome  Triumph  ? 
 
 Val  O!  his  great  Story  he 
 To  whom  you  fo  unjufily  are  fevere. 
 When  he  againft  three  Foes  was  left  alone, 
 Each  of  them  having  wounds,  he  having  nonej 
 Too  weak  for  all,  too  flrong  for  either's  rag< , 
 He  dext'roufly  himfelf  did  dif-engage  -9 
 The  Stratagem  of  feeming  flight  he  try'd, 
 And  fo  th'  abufed  Brothers  does  divide  $ 
 They  all  purfue,  yet  not  with  equal  hafte, 
 Butas  their  wounds  permit  them,  flow  or  fail: 
 
 K  k  $  Hora- 
 
5ci  HORACE. 
 
 Horace  les  voyant  l'un  de  Vautre  écartez, 
 Si  retourne,  &  déjà  les  croit  demy-domptez, 
 Il  attend  le  premier,  &  c' et  oit  voftre  Gendre. 
 L autre  tout  indigné  qu'il  ait  ojé  l'attendre. 
 En  vain  en  l'attaquant  fait  par  oître  un  grand  cœur, 
 Le  fang  qu'il  a  perdu  rallentit  fa  vigueur. 
 Albe  àfon  tour  commence  à  craindre  un  fort  contraire, 
 Elle  crie  au  fécond  qu'il  fecoure  fon  Frère, 
 life  hafte,  &  s'épuife  en  efforts  fuperflus, 
 Il  trouve  en  le  joignant  que  fon  Frère  n'eflplus. 
 
 Cam.  Hélas  ! 
 
 Val.  Tout  hors  d'haleine  il  prend pourtant  fa  place  y 
 Et  redouble  bien-tofl  U  victoire  dy Horace, 
 Son  courage  fans  force  efl  un  débile  appuy, 
 Voulant  v anger  fon  Frère  il  tombe  auprès  de  luy. 
 L'air  réfonne  des  cris  qu'au  Ciel  chacun  envoyé, 
 Albe  en  jette  dangoiffe,  &  les  Romains  de  joye. 
 
 Comme  nqftre  Héros  fe  voit  près  d'achever, 
 C efl  peu  pour  luy  de  vaincre,  il  veut  encor  braver. 
 J'en  viens  d'immoler  deux  aux  Mânes  de  mes  Frères» 
 Rome  aura  le  dernier  de  mes  trois  Adverfaires, 
 Ceft  à  fes  intérefts  que  je  vay  l'immoler, 
 ©/>-//,  &  tout  d'un  temps  on  le  voit  y  voler. 
 La  vi  Boire  entf  eux -deux  n*  et  oit  pas  incertaine, 
 L'Albain  percé  de  coups  nefe  traifnoit  qu'à  peine, 
 Et  comme  une  viElime  aux  marches  de  l'Autel, 
 llfembloit  pref enter  fa  gorge  au  coup  mortel, 
 
 Auffi 
 
HORACE.  5os 
 
 Horace  louks  back  his  fcatter'd  focs  upon, 
 Whom  he  already  thinks  half  overthrown: 
 He  waits  your  Son-in-law,  for  he  was  firftj 
 Who  much  Iuccns'd  to  fee  that  fo  he  durft, 
 His  utmolt  braving  docs  in  vain  exprefs, 
 For  his  loft  Blood  denies  him  the  Speeds 5 
 Albay  whofe  hop^s  with  Curtius  ftrength  dec  ly'dj 
 Soon  his  next  Brother  fummons  to  his  aid, 
 Who  haftening  to  his  Refcuc,  finds  too  late 
 He  was  preceded  by  his  Crothei's  fate. 
 Cam.  Alas! 
 
 VaL  Yet  breathlefs  his  Revenge  begun, 
 But  quickly  gives  new  Conqueft  to  yourSon^ 
 Who  foon  defeated  all  the  Arts  he  try'd, 
 And  laid  him  gafping  by  his  Brother's  fide: 
 The  Air  refounds  with  noifes  thither  fent 
 From  Roman  Joy,  and  Alb  an  Difcontenr. 
 Our  Hero,  when  fo  near  his  Triumph  drew, 
 Not  only  conquers  now,  but  braves  them  too: 
 I  to  my  Brothers  Shades  give  what  is  pad, 
 But  to  thee  Rome  I  facrifice  this  laft  > 
 Accept,  dear  Country,  this  fo  noble  Blood, 
 (Says  he,)  and  flies  to  make  his  Promife  good. 
 The  Viftory  did  fcarce  admit  fufpence, 
 The  wounded  Alb  an  making  fmall  defence, 
 But  as  a  Viftim  to  the  Altar  goes, 
 And  his  Throat  offers  to  the  deadly  blows 5 
 
 Kk  4  So 
 
5c4  HORACE. 
 
 Aujjile  reçoit-il^  peu  s'en  faut,  fans  défenfe* 
 Et  fon  trépas  de  Rome  établit  la  puijfance. 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  O  mon  Fils>ô  majoye.fi  l'honneur  de  nos 
 O  d'un  Etat  panchant  line fpéré  fee  ours  \       [_  jours) 
 Vertu  digne  de  Rome,  &  fang  digne  dy  Horace* 
 Appuy  de  ton  pays,  ô*  gloire  de  ta  race  ! 
 Quand pour  ray -je  étouffer  dans  tes  cmbrajfemens 
 L  erreur  dont  j'ay  formé  de  fi  faux  fentimens  ? 
 Quand pourra  mon  amour  baigner  avec  tendrejfe 
 Ton  front  victorieux  de  larmes  d'allegrejfe} 
 
 Val.  Vos  carejfes  bien-t oft  pourront  fe  déployer* 
 Le  Roy  dans  un  moment  vous  le  va  renvoyer* 
 Et  remet  à  demain  la  pompe  qu'il  prépare 
 'D'unfacrifice  aux  TSieux  pour  un  bonheur  ft  rare* 
 Aujotird'huy  feulement  on  s* ac quite  vers  eux 
 Par  des  chants  de  victoire,  &  par  de  (impies  vœux. 
 Ceft  ou  le  Roy  le  méne^  &  tandis  il  m' envoyé 
 Faire  office  vers  vous  de  douleur  &  de  joy  e. 
 Mais  cet  office  encor  n'efi  pas  a  (fez  pour  luy, 
 Il  y  viendra  luy-mefme,  &  peut-eftre  aujourd'huy  ; 
 Il  croit  mal reconnoiftre  une  vertu  fi  pure* 
 Si  de  fa  propre  bouche  il  ne  vous  en  ajfeure^ 
 S'il  ne  vous  dit  chez  vous  combien  vous  doit  l'Etat. 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  *De  tels  remercîmens  ont  pour  moy  trop 
 Et  je  me  tiens  déjà  trop  payé  par  les  vojlres  \d  éclat ^ 
 "Dufervice  d'un  Ftis,  &  du  (ang  des  deux  autres. 
 
 Val.  Il  ne  feait  ce  que  c'ejt  d'honorer  à  demy* 
 Etfonfcéptre  arraché  des  mains  de  tEnnemy 
 
 Fait 
 
H  O   R   A  C  5^5 
 
 So  he  gave  tip  his  undefended  Breath» 
 Securing  Rome's  Dominion  by  his  Death. 
 
 Old  Hâr.OltttJ  brave  Son!  true  heir  of  all  Renown, 
 Only  Supporter  of  a  filling  Crown! 
 O  Virtue  worthy  of  Rome's  bo  ill  and  mine  ! 
 Thy  Country's  luccour,  glory  of  thy  Line! 
 When  into  tendernefs  (hall  I  convert, 
 All  my  Injufticc  to  thy  great  defcrt? 
 When  fhall  I  my  repenting  kindnefs  (how, 
 And  with  glad  tears  bathe  thy  victorious  Brow! 
 
 Val  That  your  Endearments  may  foon  find  a  place, 
 The  King  will  hafteti  him  to  your  Embrace  j 
 And  therefore  till  to  morrow  is  delay  M 
 The  Sacrifice  which  mult  to  Heav'n  be  paid} 
 This  day  no  other  Gratitude  allows, 
 But  Songs  of  Triumph,  and  the  publick  Vows  -, 
 Where  Horace  waits  the  King,  by  whom  I'm  fent 
 To  eafe  your  Grief,  and  heighten  your  Content: 
 But  this  is  not  enough  for  him  to  pay, 
 He'll  come  himfelf,  and  that  perhaps  to  day. 
 This  noble  Aclion  does  oblige  him  fo, 
 Thar  his  own  thanks  he  will  on  you  beftow, 
 Who  have  refignd  your  Sons  to  fave  his  Throne. 
 
 Old  Hor.  That  Honour  is  too  great  for  me  to  own. 
 And  I'm  requited,  by  what  you  have  faid, 
 For  all  the  Blood  my  Sons  have  fpik  or  flied. 
 
 Val.  The  King,  who  no  iraperfecl  bounty  knows» 
 His  refcud  Scepter  from  infulting  Foes 
 
 Va- 
 
jo6  HORACE. 
 
 Fait  qu'iltient  cet  honneur  qu'il  luy plaift  de  vous  faire 
 Au  deffous  du  mérite,  &  du  Fils,  &  du  Tére. 
 Je  vay  luy  témoigner  quels  nobles  fentimens 
 La  vertu  vous  infpire  en  tous  vos  mouvemens, 
 Et  combien  vous  montrez  d *  ardeur  pour  fon  fer  vice* 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Je  vous  dévray  beaucoup  pour  un  ft 
 bon  office. 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 Le  vieil  Horace,  Camille. 
 
 Le  vieil  Hot  Ma  Fille,  il  ne  ft  plus  temps  de  répandre 
 des  pleurs, 
 lifted  mal  den  ver  fer  ou  l'on  voit  tant  d  honneur  s9 
 On  pleure  injuftement  des  pertes  domeftiques 
 Quand  on  en  voit  for  tir  des  vi  Boires  publiques. 
 Rome  triomphe  d'Albe,  &  c'efl  affez  pour  nousy 
 Tous  nos  maux  à  ce  prix  doivent  nous  eflre  doux. 
 En  la  mort  d'un  Amant  vous  ne  perdez  qu'un  homme 
 *Dont  la  perte  eft  aifée  à  réparer  dans  Rome. 
 Après  cette  victoire  il  n' eft  point  de  Romain 
 Qui  ne  foit  glorieux  de  vous  donner  la  main, 
 lime  faut  à  Sabine  en  porter  la  nouvelle*, 
 Ce  coup  fera  fans  doute  affez  rude  pour  elle, 
 Et  fes  trois  Frères  morts  par  la  main  d'un  Epoux \ 
 Luy  donneront  des  pleurs  bien  plus  juftes  qu'à  vous* 
 Maisfefpére  aifément  en  diffiper  l'orage, 
 Et  qu'un  peu  de  prudence  aidant  fon  grand courage, 
 
 Fera 
 
HORACE.  5^7 
 
 Values  fo  much,  that  all  tint  he  can  do, 
 He  thinks  below  cither  your  Son  or  You  : 
 But  1  (hall tell  him  with  what  noble  fire 
 Heroick  Virtue  docs  your  Soul  infpire, 
 And  how  much  Loyal  Zeal  to  him  you  bear. 
 
 OldHor.  You'll  much  oblige  me  by  fo  kind  a  care. 
 
 S  C  E  N  E    III. 
 
 Old  Horace,  Camilla. 
 
 OldHor.  Daughter,  your  Tears  are  out  offeafon 
 now, 
 And  misbecome  the  pi  ice  where  Honours  grow^ 
 Domeftick  loiles  we  may  well  excufe, 
 When  they  do  publick  Victories  produce: 
 It  is  enough,  Rome  does  o'er  Alba  fway, 
 And  all  our  fuffnngs  that  one  word  mud  pay  ; 
 You  but  a  Man  loft  when  your  Lover  fell  ^ 
 Whom  you  may  quickly  now  repair  as  well. 
 What  noble  Romany  after  this  fuccefs. 
 But  would  be  proud  to  make  you  an  addrefs? 
 But  to  Sabina  I  this  newrs  rauft  bear, 
 Whofe  blow  mud  needs  be  very  rude  to  her  ; 
 And  her  three  Brothers  by  her  Husband  ilain, 
 Will  give  her  much  more  reafon  to  complain: 
 But  I  defpair  not  to  appeafe  her  yet, 
 And  (he  who  is  fo  brave,  and  fo  difcreet, 
 
 Will 
 
5o3  H   O  R  A  C  E. 
 
 Fera  bien-toft  régner  fur  un  fi  noble  cœur, 
 Le  généreux  amour  quelle  doit  au  Vainqueur. 
 Cependant  étouffez  cette  lafche  trifle ffe^ 
 Recevez-le,  s 'il  vient ',  avec  moins  de  foibleffe, 
 Faites-vous  voir  fa  Sœur,  &  qu'en  un  mefme  flanc 
 Le  Ciel  vous  a  tous  deux  formez  d'un  mefme  fang. 
 
 SCENE    IV. 
 
 Camille. 
 
 Cam.Ouyje  luyferay  voir  par  d'infaillibles  marques 
 Gkiun  veritable  amour  brave  la  main  des  Marques, 
 Et  ne  prend  point  de  loix  de  ces  cruels  tyrans, 
 Qu'un  Aftre  injurieux  nous  donne  pour  Tarens. 
 Tu  blâmes  ma  douleur,  tu  l'ofes  nommer  lafche. 
 Je  l'aime  d'autant  plus,  que  plus  elle  tefafche9 
 Impitoyable  Tére9  &  par  un  jufte  effort 
 Je  la  veux  rendre  égale  aux  rigueurs  de  mon  fort. 
 
 En  vit-on  jamais  un  dont  les  rudes  traverfes, 
 griffent  en  moms  de  rien  tant  defaces  diverfes, 
 Quifuft  doux  tant  de  fois,  &  tant  de  fois  cruel, 
 Et  port  aft  tant  de  coups  avant  le  coup  mortel? 
 Vit -on  jamais  une  ame  en  un  jour  plus  atteinte 
 'De  joye  &  de  douleur,  d'efpérance  &  de  crainte, 
 Affervie  en  efclave  à  plus  d'événemens, 
 Et  le  piteux  jouet  déplus  de  changemens? 
 Un  Oracle  m'affeure,  un  Songe  me  travaille $ 
 La  Taix  calme  teffroy  que  méfait  la  bataille, 
 
 Mon 
 
HORACE.  509 
 
 Will  without  paid  her  generous  Soul  difpofe 
 To  that  Submiflion  which  her  Honour  owes. 
 Till  when  fupprefs  your  Grief  you  now  refent, 
 Nor  entertain  him  with  this  diicontcnt: 
 In  brief,  let  him  a  Sifter  meet,  and  find 
 In  the  fame  Blood,  the  fame  hcroick  Mind. 
 
 SCENE    IV. 
 
 Camilla. 
 
 Cam.  Yes,  I  (hall  quickly  to  that  Brother  prove, 
 That  none  can  fear  to  die,  who  dares  to  lovc$ 
 Nor  can  fubmit  to  thofe  ftern  Parents  fvvay, 
 Whom  cruel  Heav'n  condemns  us  to  obey. 
 You  blame  my  Grief,  ycu  call  it  mean  and  poor, 
 But  in  revenge  I'll  cherilh  it  the  more  5 
 Relentlefs  Father!  and  my  tears  (hall  flow, 
 Till  their  ftreams  rapid  as  their  caufes  grow. 
 Never  did  Fortune  (hift  her  treach'rous  part 
 So  many  times, to  break  a  fingle  Heart  ; 
 Sometimes  fhe  flatter'd,  and  fometimes  did  fright; 
 Never  in  one  day,  did  one  Heart  appear 
 So  tofs'd,  from  grief  to  joy,  from  hope  to  fear  ; 
 An  Oracle  aflures,  a  Dream  torments, 
 The  Battel  threatens,  and  the  Peace  contents. 
 Juft  on  my  Marriage  Eve,  the  Cities  chofe 
 My  Lover  and  my  Brother  to  be  Foes: 
 
 The 
 
yic  H  O  R   A  CE, 
 
 Mon  hymen  fe  prépare,  &  prefque  en  un  moment. 
 Pour  combattre  mon  Frère  on  choijît  mon  Amant. 
 Ce  choix  me  defefpére,  &  tous  le  defavoiient , 
 La  partie  efi  rompue \  &  les  Dieux  la  renouent. 
 Rome  femble  vaincue,  &  feul  des  trois  Albains 
 Curiae e  en  mon  fang  n'a  point  trempe  [es  mains. 
 O  Dieux,  fentois-je  alors  des  douleurs  trop  légères, 
 Tour  le  malheur  de  Rome  &  la  mort  de  deux  Frères, 
 Et  me  flat  ois -je  trop  grand  je  croyois  -pouvoir 
 L'aimer  enc  or  fans  crime,  &  nourrir  quelque  efpoir? 
 Sa  mort  m'en  punit  bien,  &  la  façon  cruelle 
 Dont  mon  ame  éperdue  en  reçoit  la  nouvelle. 
 Son  Rival  me  l'apprend,  &  faifant  à  mes  yeux 
 D'un  fi  trifle  fuccès  le  récit  odieux, 
 Il  porte  fur  le  front  une  allègre ffe  ouverte, 
 Que  le  bonheur  public  fait  bien  moins  que  ma  pert  e> 
 Et  baftiffant  en  l'air  fur  le  malheur  dautruy. 
 Aujfi-bien  que  mon  Frère,  il  triomphe  de  luy. 
 Mais  ce  nefll  rien  enc  or  au  prix  de  ce  qui  refte. 
 On  demande  ma  joy  e  en  un  jour  [i  funefle, 
 lime  faut  applaudir  aux  exploits  du  Vainqueur, 
 Et  baifer  une  main  qui  me  perce  le  cœur. 
 En  un  fuj  et  de  pleurs  fi  grand,  fi  légitime, 
 Se  plaindre  efl  une  honte,  &  foàpirir  un  crime  $ 
 Leur  brutale  vertu  veut  qu'on  s'ejlime  heureux, 
 Et  fi  l*on  riefl  barbare,  on  n'eft  point  généreux, 
 
 Dégénérons,  mon  cœur,  d'un  fi  vertueux  Tére9 
 Soyons  indigne  Sœur  d'un  fi  généreux  Frère. 
 
 Cefl 
 
HORACE.  5iï 
 
 The  Soldiers  murmur,  and  revoke  the  choice, 
 
 The  Gods  again  confirm  it  by  their  Voice  ^ 
 
 Rome  feems  fubdu'd,  and  with  my  Brother's  blood,* 
 
 My  Curttus  only  unpolluted  flood. 
 
 But  did  my  Heart  too  little  grief  contain, 
 
 To  fee  my  Country  ftoop,  and  Brothers  ilain  ? 
 
 Or  did  my  Fancy  give  too  1  irgc  a  fcope, 
 
 To  love  yet  guitlcfs,  and  yet  living  hope? 
 
 His  death  revenges  on  me  that  abufe, 
 
 With  the  fad  way  wherein  I  heard  the  news: 
 
 Valerius  tells  it,  and  to  brave  my  Fate, 
 
 The  fad  event  dcesodioufly  relate: 
 
 An  open  Gladnefs  did  his  Vifage  drefs, 
 
 Lefs  by  Rome's  Glory  caus'd  than  my  Diflrefs^ 
 
 Since  by  his  Rival's  death  his  hopes  renew, 
 
 He  feems  to  (hare  my  Brother's  Triumph  too. 
 
 But  this  is  nothing  to  my  prefent  wo, 
 
 I  am  requir'd,  with  joy,  to  meet  the  blow: 
 
 I  to  the  Conqueror  muft  my  Praife  impart, 
 
 And  kifs  a  hand  that  ftabs  me  to  the  Heart  : 
 
 And  when  my  Grief  fo  juftly  great  appears, 
 
 They  place  an  Infamy  upon  my  tears: 
 
 I  muft  rejoice  at  what  afflifts  me  thus, 
 
 And  to  be  noble,  muft  be  barbarous. 
 
 But  from  this  Father  I'll  degenerate, 
 
 And  will  deferve  this  gallant  Brother's  hate, 
 
 For  human  frailty  fure  illuftrious  grows, 
 
 When  Brutifhnefs  fpr  Virtue  they  impofe. 
 
 Ap- 
 
5i2  HORACE. 
 
 Ceft  gloire  de  pajfer  pour  un  cœur  abattu 
 
 Quand  la  brutalité  fait  la  haute  vertu. 
 
 Eclatez,  mes  doukurs*  a  quoy  bon  vous  contraindre? 
 
 Quand  on  a  tout  perdu  que  fçauroit-on  plus  craindre} 
 
 Tour  ce  cruel  Vainqueur  ri  ayez,  point  de  refpe£f* 
 
 Loin  d'éviter  f es  yeux  croiffez  à  [on  afpeEl* 
 
 Offenfez  fa  vittoire*  irritez  fa  colère, 
 
 Et  prenez,  s'il  fe  peut,  plaifïr  à  luy  déplaire. 
 
 Il  vient  5  préparons-nous  à  montrer  conftamment 
 
 Ce  que  doit  une  Amante  à  la  mort  d'un  Amant. 
 
 SCENE    V. 
 
 Horace,  Camille,   Procule. 
 Proculc  porte  en  fa  main  les  trois  é^ées  des  Curiaces. 
 
 Hor .  Ma  Sœur,  voïcy  le  bras  vange  nos  deux  Frères* 
 Le  bras  qui  rompt  le  cours  de  no^Deftins  contraires* 
 Qui  nous  rend  maijlres  d'Albe^  enfin  votcy  le  bras* 
 Qui  feul  fait  aujourd'huy  le  fort  de  deux  Etats. 
 Voy  ces  marques  d'honneur,  ces  témoins  de  maghire* 
 Et  rens  ce  que  tu  dois  a  l'heur  de  ma  victoire. 
 
 Cam.  Recevez  donc  me  s  pleur  s,  c'efl  ce  que  je  luy  dois. 
 
 Hot. Rome  rien  veut  point  voir  après  de  tels  exploits* 
 Et  nos  deux  Frères  morts  dans  le  malheur  des  a*mes 
 Sont  trop  payez  de  fang  pour  exiger  dés  larmes. 
 Quand  la  perte  eft  vangée  on  ri  a  plus  rien  perdu. 
 
 Cam.  Tuif qu'ils  font  fat  is  fait  s  par  le  fang  épandu> 
 Je  cejferay  pour  eux  de  paroi flre  affligée, 
 Etfoublîray  leur  mort  que  vous  avez  vangée. 
 
 Mais 
 
HORACE.  513 
 
 Appear  my  Griefs,  why  fliouU  you  now  forbear? 
 When  all  is  loft,  what  hath  one  left  to  fear  ? 
 This  favagc  Conqueror  1  will  not  fly, 
 But  will  upbraid  him  with  his  Victory; 
 Offend  his  Conqueft,  irritate  his  Rage, 
 And,  if  ought  can,  let  that  my  Grief  ail  wage: 
 He  comes,  let  my  juft  Sorrow  now  difclofe 
 What  to  a  Lover  flain  a  Miftrefs  owes. 
 
 SCENE    V. 
 
 Horace,  Camilla. 
 
 Hor.   Siller,  this  Arm  our  Brothers  has  reveng'd* 
 And  Rome  s  declining  Deftiny  has  chang'd  5 
 Has  to  Rome's  Sway  fubjeded  Albas  Fate, 
 And  in  one  day  difpos'd  of  either  State. 
 Behold  what  Trophies  I  have  won,  and  pay 
 What's  due  from  you  to  fuch  a  glorious  day. 
 
 Cam.  Receive  my  Tears  then,  which  are  all  I  owe. 
 
 Hor.  Rome  in  her  Triumphs  will  not  thofe  allow  : 
 Blood  hath  too  well  appeas'd  our  Brothers  flain, 
 For  you  by  Tears  to  walh  away  their  ftain. 
 A  lofs  that  is  reveng'd,  fhould  be  forgot. 
 
 Cam.  Since  then  our  haplefs  Brothers  need  them 
 not, 
 I  (hall  not  think  my  Tears  to  them  arc  due, 
 Who  are  fo  fully  fatisfy'd  by  you. 
 
 LI  But 
 
5i4  HORACE. 
 
 Mais  qui  me  v  anger  a  de  celle  d'un  Amant > 
 Tour  me  faire  oublier  J a  perte  en  un  moment  ? 
 Hor.  £ue  dis-tu,  malheureufe? 
 
 Cam.  O  mon  cher  Curiace! 
 O  d'une  indigne  Sœur  infupportable  audace  ! 
 'D'un  Ennemy  'public  dont  je  reviens  Vainqueur -, 
 Le  nom  eft  dans  ta  bouchère*  l*  amour  danstoncceurl 
 Ton  ardeur  criminelle  à  la  vangeance  afpire  ! 
 Ta  bouche  la  demande^  &  ton  cœur  la  refpire  ! 
 Suy  moins  ta  pajfîon,  régie  mieux  tes  de/irs. 
 Ne  me  fais  plus  rougir  d'entendre  tes  foûpirs. 
 Tes  flames  déformais  doivent  eftre  étouffées^ 
 B  amy -le  s  de  ton  ame,  &  fonge  à  mes  trop  h  es, 
 Qiû ils  f oient  dorefnavant  ton  unique  entretien. 
 
 Cam.'Donne-moy  donc  >bar  bar  e,un  cœur  comme  le  tien* 
 Et  fi  tu  veux  enfin  que  je  f  ouvre  mon  ame, 
 Ren:-moy  mon  Curiace,  ou  laiflfe  agir  ma  flame. 
 Ma  joye  &  mes  douleurs  dépendoient  de  fon  fort. 
 Je  l'adorois  vivant,  &  je  le  pleure  mort. 
 
 Ne  cherche  plus  ta  Sœur  où  tu  l'avois  laiffie, 
 Tu  ne  revois  en  moy  quune  Amante  offenfée, 
 Qui  comme  une  Furie  attachée  à  tes  pas, 
 Te  veut  inceffamment  reprocher  fon  trépas^ 
 Tigre  altéré  de  fang,  qui  me  défens  les  larmes, 
 Qui  veux  que  dans  fa  mort  je  trouve  encor  des  charmes 
 Et  que  jufques  au  Ciel  élevant  tes  exploits, 
 Moy-mefme  je  le  tue  une  féconde  fois. 
 
 Tuif 
 
HORACE.  fif 
 
 But  who  will  make  my  Happinefs return? 
 Or  call  that  Lover  back  for  whom  I  mourn? 
 
 Hor.  How's  that  ? 
 
 Cam.  My  Curt  ins  y  ah  too  brave  !  too  clear  ! 
 
 Hor.  Ha!  what  arc  thofe  audacious  words  I  hear? 
 Can  my  degen'rate  Sifter  then  retain 
 Love  for  a  publick  Foe,  whom  I  have  flain  ? 
 Thy  guilty  Faflion  to  Revenge  afpires, 
 But  govern  better  thy  unjuft  Defires* 
 Remove  my  bluflies,  and  thy  flame  fupprefs, 
 And  be  in  love  only  with  my  Succefs  : 
 Let  thefe  great  Trophies  thy  delight  confine. 
 
 Cam.  Give  me,  Barbarian,  then,  a  Heart  like  thine  j 
 And  fince  my  Thoughts  I  can  no  more  difclaim, 
 Reftore  my  CurthiSj  or  excufe  my  flame -, 
 All  my  delight  with  his  dear  Life  is  fled, 
 I  lov'd  him  living,  and  lament  him  dead. 
 If  thou  the  Sifter  feek'ft  thou  left'ft  behind, 
 An  injur'd  Miftrefs  only  thou  wilt  find, 
 Who  like  a  Fury  ftill  muft  thee  purfue, 
 And  ftill  reproach  thee  with  his  Murthertoo. 
 Inhuman  Brother  !  who  forbid*  ft  my  Tears, 
 To  whom  my  Ruin  fuch  a  joy  appears: 
 Who  of  thy  cruel  flaughters  growing  vain, 
 Would'ft  have  me  kill  my  Curtius  o'er  again  : 
 May  fuch  inceiTant  Sorrows  follow  thee5 
 That  thou  may'ft  be  reduc  d  to  envy  me, 
 
 LI  2  And 
 
5t6  HORACE. 
 
 Ttùjfent  tant  de  malheurs  accompagner  ta  viey 
 Que  tu  tombes  au  point  de  me  porter  envie, 
 Et  toy y  bien-tofl  fouiller  par  quelque  lafcheté 
 Cette  gloire  Jî  chère  à  ta  brutalité. 
 
 Hor.  O  Ciely  qui  vit  jamais  une  pareille  rage  ! 
 Crois-tu  donc  que  je  fois  infenfïble  à  l'outrage, 
 Que  je  fouffre  en  mon  fang  ce  mortel  des  honneur  \ 
 Aime,  aime  cette  mort  qui  fait  noftre  bonheur , 
 Et  préfère  du  moins  au  fouvenir  d'un  homme 
 Ce  que  doit  ta  naiffance  aux  intérefts  de  Rome, 
 
 Cam.  Rome,  l'unique  objet  de  mon  rejfentiment  ! 
 Rome,  à  qui  vient  ton  bras   d immoler  mon  Amant\ 
 Rome,  qui  fa  vu  naiftre,  &  que  ton  cœur  adore  ! 
 Rome,  enfin  que  je  hay  parce  qu'elle  t'honore  l 
 Puiffent  tous  fes  Voifïns  enfemble  conjurez, 
 Sapper  fes  fondemens  encor  mal  ajfeurez, 
 Et  jt  ce  71  eft  ajfez  de  toute  l'Italie, 
 Que  l'Orient  contre- elle  à  l'Occident  s'allie  3 
 Que  cent  Peuples  unis  des  bouts  de  l'Univers 
 Pafjent  pour  la  d'truire,  &  les  monts,  &  les  mers. 
 Qu'elk-mefmefurfoy  renverfe  fes  murailles, 
 Et  de  fes  propres  mains  déchire  fes  entrailles  : 
 Que  le  courroux  du  Ciel  allumé  par  mes  vœux 
 F  a ffe  pleuvoir  fur  elle  un  déluge  de  feux. 
 Puijfay-je  de  mes  yeux  y  voir  tomber  ce  foudre, 
 Voir  fes  maifons  en  cendre,  &  tes  lauriers  en  poudre, 
 Voir  le  dernier  Romain  a  fon  dernier  foûpir^ 
 Moy  feule  en  eflre  caufe>  &  mourir  deplaijïr. 
 
 Horace 
 
HORACE.  517 
 
 And  by  fome  wretched  Aft  ion  (bon  defame» 
 Thy  fo  ador'd,  and  yet  fo  brutifli  Name. 
 
 Hor.    O  Heavns  !    who  ever  faw    fuch    : 
 Love  ! 
 Believ'ft  thou  nothing  can  iny  T  move? 
 
 And  in  my  Blood  can  I  this  I  lit  ? 
 
 Love.,  love  that  blow  which  fo  ennobles  it 3 
 And  the  remembrance  of  one  Man  refign 
 To  th'  Intercfts  of  Rome>  if  not  to  mine. 
 
 Cam.  To  Rome  I  the  only  objeft  of  my  hate! 
 To  Romel  whofe  quarrel  caus'd  my  Loi 
 To  Romel  where  thou  wert  born,  to  thee  fo  d      , 
 Whom  I  abhor,  'caufe  flic  does  thee  revere. 
 May  all  her  Neighbours  in  one  k:;ot  comb! 
 Her  yet  unfure  Foundations  t/undcrminej 
 And  if  Italian  Forces  fcem  too  fmall, 
 May  Eafl  and  Weft  confpire  to  make  her  fill  ^ 
 And  all  the  Nations  of  the  barb  rous  World, 
 To  ruin  her,  o'er  Hills  and  Seas  be  hurl'd: 
 Nor  thefe  loath'd  Walls  may  her  own   Fury  fpare, 
 But  with  her  own  hands  her  own  bowels  tear-, 
 And  may  Heav'n's  anger,  kindled  by  my  Woe, 
 Whole  deluges  of  lire  upon  her  throw  5 
 May  my  Eyes  fee  her  Temples  overturn'd, 
 Thefe  Houfes  allies,  and  thy  Lawrels  burn'd-, 
 See  the  laft  gafp  which  the  laft  Roman  draws, 
 And  die  with  joy  for  having  been  the  caufe. 
 
 LI  2  Horace 5 
 
5i8  HORACE. 
 
 Horace  mettant  la  main  Tépée,  &  pourfuivant  fa 
 
 Seur  qui  senfuit. 
 Ceft  trop,  ma  paffton  à  la  raifon  fait  place. 
 Va  dedans  les  Enfers  plaindre  ton  Curiace. 
 Camille  bleflée  derrière  le  Théâtre. 
 Àhy  t raiflre  ! 
 
 Horace  revenant  fur  le  Théâtre. 
 
 Ainfî  reçoive  un  châtiment  foudain 
 Quiconque  ofe  pleurer  un  Ennemy  Romain. 
 
 S    C    E    N    E    VI, 
 
 Horace,  Procule. 
 
 Proc.  Que  venez -vous  défaire} 
 
 Hor.  Un  a£le  de  juftice. 
 Un  femblable  forfait  veut  un  pareil  fupplice. 
 
 Proc.  Vous  deviez  la  traiter  avec  moins  de  rigueur* 
 Hor.  Ne  me  dis  point  qu'elle  efl^  à*  monfangy  & 
 ma  Sœur. 
 Mon  T yere  ne  peut  plus  l'avouer  pour  fa  Fille. 
 Qui  maudit  fon  Tays  renonce  à  fa  Famille  : 
 "Des  noms  fi  pleins  d'amour  ne  luy  font  plus  permis^ 
 *Defes  plus  chers  ^Parens  il  fait  fe  s  Ennemis , 
 Le  fang  mefme  les  arme  en  haine  de  [on  crime% 
 La  plus  prompte  vangeance  en  eft  plus  légitime^ 
 Et  ce  fouhait  impie,  encore  qu'impuiffant, 
 Eft  un  monftre  qu'il  faut  étouffer  en  naijfant. 
 
 SCENE 
 
HORACE.  5iP 
 
 Horace,  drawing  his  Swor^  and purfumgher, 
 It  is  too  much  :  Patience  a  while  give  place! 
 
 Down  into  Hell  to  feck  rhj 
 
 Ah  Traitor! 
 
 Hor.  Perifh,  and  be  that  their  droom, 
 Who  dare  lament  an  Enemy  of  Rtn 
 
 SCENE    VI. 
 
 Horace^   Trocalus. 
 
 Troc.  What  have  you  du: 
 
 Hor.  An  honourable  acT, 
 Such  an  Offence  does  fuch  Revenge  exact. 
 
 Troc.  But  to  your  Sifter  this  was  too  fevere. 
 
 Hor.  Never  tell  me  ho./  near  ally'd  we  were. 
 Mv  Father  fcorns  to  own  a  Child  fo  bafe, 
 Curfes  her  Country,  and  difclairns  her  Rixa 
 All  ties  of  Love  are  forfeited  and  gone, 
 And  fhe  is  ftript  of  all  Relation, 
 Her  nearefl  Kindred  cannot  but  difclaim 
 A  Bead  that  brands  her  Family  with  Ihame. 
 The  prompted  Vefigeance,  and  mod  cruel  mufr, 
 For  fuch  a  Crime  as  hers,  be  ftil'd  mod  jufti 
 And  thofe  her  impious  Willies  ought  to  be 
 Stifled  like  Monfters  in  their  Infancy. 
 
 LI  4  SCENE 
 
 Mrs.  Philips  having  Tranflated  no  more  of  this  Play  than  to  the 
 Sixth  Scene  »f  the  Fourth  Atf^we  have fupply 'dit  from  Mr ;  Cotton' \r 
 Iranflation. 
 
494  HORA'C   E. 
 
 SCENE     VIL 
 
 Horace,  Sabine,  Procule. 
 
 Sab.  A  quoy  s'arrejle  icy  ton  illuflre  colère^ 
 Viens  voir  mourir  ta  Sœur  dans  les  bras  de  ton  Tere, 
 Viens  repaiftre  tes  yeux  d'un  fpe  Slacle  fi  doux  : 
 On  fi  tu  n'es  point  las  de  ces  généreux  coups, 
 Immole  au  cher  Pays  des  vertueux  Horaces 
 Ce  rejle  malheureux  du  Jang  de  Curiaces. 
 Si  prodigue  du  rien  n  épargne  pas  le  leur, 
 Joins  Sabine  à  Camille,  &  ta  Femme  à  ta  Sœur. 
 Nos  crimes  font  pareils  ainfi  que  nos  miféres, 
 Je  foûpire  comme  elle,  &  déplore  mes  Frères, 
 Plus  coupable  en  ce  point  contre  tes  dures  loix, 
 Qilelle  n'en  pleur  oit  qu'un,  &  que  f  en  pleure  trois, 
 Qtf  après  fon  châtiment  ma  faute  continué. 
 
 Hor.   Sèche  tes  pleurs,  Sabine,   ou  les  cache  à  ma 
 veuè. 
 Rens-toy  digne  du  nom  de  ma  chafle  Moitié, 
 Et  ne  m'accable  point  d'une  indigne  pitié. 
 Si  l'abfolu  pouvoir  d'une  pudique  flame 
 Ne  nous  laijfe  à  tous  deux  qu'unpenfer  &  qu'une  ame> 
 Ceft  a  toy  d'élever  tes  fentimens  aux  miens, 
 Non  à  moy  de  defcendre  à  la  honte  des  tiens. 
 Je  t'aime,  &  je  connoy  la  douleur  qui  te  prefie, 
 Embrajfe  ma  vertu  pour  vaincre  ta  foible jfe^ 
 
 Tar- 
 
HORACE.  521 
 
 SCENE    VII. 
 
 Horace,    Sabi?/a9    cProcultis. 
 
 Sab.  Why  flops  thy  noble  Fury  here? Come  nigh, 
 See  in  her  Father's  arms  Camilla  dye. 
 Come  glut  thine  Eyes  with  the  alluring  fight, 
 And  if  thou  think'ft  what's  done  be  yet  too  light, 
 To  thy  dear  Rome  offer  the  Blood  remains 
 O'th'  Curiatii  in  Sabinas  Veins. 
 Never  fparc  theirs,  whilft  of  thine  own  fo  free* 
 But  to  Camillas  join  my  Deftiny: 
 Our  Crimes,  as  well  as  Miferies,  are  one, 
 Like  her  my  Brothers  (laughter  I  bemoan  -, 
 Tranfgrefiing  more  thy  cruel  Laws,  than  (he  5 
 She  only  wept  for  one,  but  I  for  three, 
 To  give  thy  Fury  a  more  juft  pretence. 
 
 Hot.  Sabina,  dry  your  Tears,  or  get  you  hence. 
 Render  thy  felf  worthy  Horatio  s  Wife, 
 And  that  repute  thy  charte  and  virtuous  life, 
 Has  from  Mankind,  as  thy  juft  Merit  won, 
 And  wound  me  not  with  mean  compaflion. 
 If  th'abfolute  int'reft  of  a  virtuous  flame 
 Commands  our  Hearts  and  Souls  to  be  the  fame, 
 It  is  thy  part  to  raife  thy  Heart  to  mine, 
 I  ought  not  to  thy  weaknefles  decline. 
 I  love  thee,  and  I  know  thy  Soul's  grown  fad, 
 Call  in  my  Virtue  to  thy  frailty's  aid  3 
 
 In 
 
522  HORACE. 
 
 'Participe  à  ma  gloire  au  lieu  de  la  fouiller-, 
 Tafche  à  fen  revêtir,  non  à  m'en  dépouiller. 
 Es -tu  de  mon  honneur  Jï  mortelle  ennemie, 
 Que  je  te  plaife  mieux  couvert  dune  infamie  ? 
 Sois  plus  Femme  que  Sœur,  &  te  réglant  fur  moy, 
 Fais- toy  de  mon  exemple  une  immuable  loy. 
 
 Sab.  Cherche  pour  t' imiter  des  âmes  plus  parfaites. 
 Je  ne  t'impute  point  les  pertes  que  fay  faites, 
 yen  ay  les  Jentimens  que  je  dois  en  avoir \ 
 Et  je  m'en  pr  ens  au  Sort  plût  oft  qu'à  ton  devoir. 
 Mais  enfin  je  renonce  a  la  vertu  Romaine, 
 Si  pour  la  poffeder  je  dois  ejlre  inhumaine, 
 Et  ne  puis  voir  en  moy  la  Femme  du  Vainqueur, 
 Sans  y  voir  des  Vaincus  la  déplorable  Sœur. 
 
 'Prenons  part  en  public  aux  victoires  publiques, 
 
 'Pleurons  dans  la  maifon  nos  malheurs  domeftiques, 
 
 Et  ne  regardons  point  des  biens  communs  à  tous, 
 
 Quand  nous  voyons  des  maux  qui  ne  font  que  pour  nous. 
 
 Tourquoy  veux-tu,  cruel,  agir  d'une  autre  forte? 
 
 Laijfe  en  etrant  icy  tes  lauriers  à  la  porte, 
 
 Méfie  tes  pleurs  au  miens.  Quoy  >  ces  lâches  difcours 
 
 N'arment  point  ta  vertu  centre  mes  trifles  jours? 
 
 Mon  crime  redoublé  n'émeut  point  ta  colère  ? 
 
 Que  Camille  efi  heureufe  !  elle  a  pu  te  déplaire, 
 
 Elle 
 
HORACE.  523 
 
 Inftead  of  clouding  it,  my  Glory  (hare, 
 
 And  without  dripping  me  my  Triumphs  wear. 
 
 Art  thou  fo  greit  a  Foe  unto  my  Fame, 
 
 That  I  fhould  pleafe  thee  better  clad  in  fhame? 
 
 Difcover  now  the  Virtue  of  that  flame 
 
 That  feats  a  Husband  in  his  iov'reign  claim 
 
 Above  th'inferior  intereft  of  Blood, 
 
 And  learn  by  my  Example  to  be  good. 
 
 Sab.  Some  nobler  Soul  to  imitate  you  chufe^ 
 I  blame  thee  not,  alas!  for  what  I  lofe: 
 My  thoughts  are  govern'd  as  they  ought  to  be, 
 And  I  do  rather  blame  Mifchance  than  thee. 
 But  I  all  claim  to  Roman  Virtue  quit, 
 If  Inhumanity  muft  purchafe  it; 
 Nor  can  I  in  my  own  efteem  appear 
 Wife  unto  him,  who  is  the  Conqueror  : 
 But  that  at  once  I  fee  my  felf  again 
 The  deplorable  Sifter  of  the  flain. 
 Let  us  in  publick,  publick  Conquefts  own, 
 Lament  domeftick  miferies  at  home. 
 And  not  regard  a  Good  derives  to  all, 
 When  on  our  felves  peculiar  Mifchiefs  fall. 
 Why  (cruel  Man)  doft  thou  thofe  Trophies  wear? 
 Lay  by  thofe  Laurels  when  thou  enter'ft  here, 
 
 And  joyn  with  me  in  tears. Will  not  this  raife 
 
 Thy  Virtue's  fpleen  to  end  my  wretched  days? 
 Can  my  repeated  Crime  not  move  thine  Ire  ? 
 Camilla's  blcft  could  raife  thy  Fury's  fire! 
 
 She 
 
524  HORACE. 
 
 Elle  a  réceu  de  toy  ce  qu'elle  a  prétendu, 
 
 Et  recouvre  là  bas  tout  ce  qu'elle  a  perdu. 
 
 Cher  Epoux,  cher  auteur  du  tourment  qui  me  prefife, 
 
 Ecoute  la  pitié,  fi ta  colère  cejfe, 
 
 Exerce  lune  ou  l'autre  après  de  tels  malheurs. 
 
 A  punir  ma  foible ffe,  ou  finir  mes  douleurs. 
 
 Je  demande  la  mort  pour  grace  ou  pour  fuppl.cei 
 
 Qu'elle  J oit  un  effet  d'amour,  ou  dejufiice, 
 
 N'importe,  tous  Je  s  traits  n'auront  rien  que  de  doux y 
 
 Si  je  les  voy  partir  de  la  main  d'un  Epoux. 
 
 Hor.  Qu'elle  injufiice  aux  Dieux  d'abandonner  aux 
 Femmes, 
 Un  empire  fi  grand  fur  les  plus  belles  âmes, 
 Et  de  fe  plaire  à  voir  de  fi  foibles  Vainqueur, 
 Régner  fi  puijfamment  fur  les  plus  nobles  cœurs ! 
 A  quel  point  ma  vertu  devient-elle  réduite  \ 
 Rien  ne  la  f^auroit  plus  garantir  que  la  fuite. 
 Adieu,  ne  me  fuy  point,  ou  retiens  tes  foûpirs. 
 
 Sab.  feule.  O  colère  !  o  pitié  four  de  s  à  mes  defirsl 
 Vous  négligez  mon  crime%  &  ma  douleur  vous  laffe, 
 Et  je  n'obtiens  devons,  ny  fupplice,  ny  grace. 
 Allons-y  par  nos  pleurs  faire  encor  un  effort, 
 Et  n'employons  après  que  nous  à  nofire  mort. 
 
 ACTE 
 
HORACE.  ^5 
 
 She  tempted  from  thee,  what  (he  wifht  for  mod, 
 And  finds  below  all  that  above  (he  loft. 
 
 Dear  Caufc  of  all  the  woes  my  Heart  opprefs, 
 Incline  to  Pity,  if  thine  Anger  ceafe; 
 One  of  the  Pallions  to  thy  choice  propofc, 
 To  fcourge  my  frailty,  or  to  end  my  woes. 
 For  Death  by  favour  or  defert  I  move, 
 Be't  an  effed:  of  Juftice  or  of  Love, 
 It  (hall  be  welcome,  and  I'll  kifs  the  brand 
 Performs  that  office  from  a  Husband's  hand. 
 
 Hor.  You  are  unjuft,  you  Gods!  why  do  you  give 
 Imperious  Women  this  Prerogative 
 O'er  noble  Souls,  and  pleas'd  (it  looking  on, 
 Whilft  they  infult  in  their  Dominion  ? 
 To  what  a  (Irait  am  I  redue'd,  when  I 
 To  favc  my  Virtue  am  enforcd  to  fly? 
 Farewel,  follow  me  not,  or  dry  your  Tears.  \Exit* 
 
 Sab.  Oh  Wrath!  O  Pity!  deaf  unto  my  Prayr's! 
 My  Crime  I  fee's  negleftcd,  and  my  Woe 
 L'oes  in  the  repetition  tedious  grow. 
 Thus,  though  I  tempt  his  Spirit  various  ways, 
 I  can  obtain  nor  Punifhment,  nor  Grace  : 
 But  once  again  my  Tears  their  pow'r  (hall  try* 
 And  if  that  fail,  by  my  own  hanj  I'll  die- 
 
 ACT 
 
526  HORACE. 
 
 ACTE  V.  SCENE  I. 
 
 Le  'vieil  Horace,  Horace. 
 
 Le  vieil  Horace. 
 *V\  'Etirons  nos  regards  de  cet  objet  funefte 
 ■*•       Tour  admirer  icy  le  jugement  célefte. 
 Quand  la  gloire  nous  enfle  >  ilfçaitbien  comme  il  faut 
 Confondre  noftre  orgueil  qui  s'élève  trop  haut. 
 Nos  plaifîrs  les  plus  doux  ne  vont  point  fans  triftrejfe, 
 Il  méfie  à  nos  vertus  des  marques  de  foible jfe. 
 Et  rarement  accorde  à  nojlre  ambition 
 L'entier  &  pur  honneur  d'une  bonne  attion 
 Je  ne  plains  point  Camille \  elle  et  oit  criminelle, 
 Je  me  tiens  plus  a  plaindre  ^à1 je  te  plains  plus  qu'elle, 
 Moj/y  d'avoir  mis  au  jour  un  cœur  Jï  peu  Romain, 
 Toy,  d'avoir  par  fa  mort  deshonoré  ta  main. 
 Je  ne  la  trouve  point  injufte  ny  trop  prompte, 
 Mais  tupouvois,  mon  Fils,  fen  épargner  la  honte  • 
 Son  crime,  quoy  qii  énorme  &  digne  du  trépas, 
 Et  oit  mieux  impuny,  que  puny  par  ton  bras. 
 
 Hor.  *Difpofez  de  mon  fang,  le  loix  vous  en  font 
 maidre. 
 
 J'ay  crû  devoir  lejïen  agx  lieux  qui  m'ont  vûnaiftre. 
 
 Re- 
 
HORACE.  727 
 
 ACT  V.  SCENE  I. 
 
 Old  Horace,  Horace. 
 
 Old  Horace. 
 
 LET  us  from  this  fad  Spectacle  retire, 
 Heav'ns  never- lleeping  Juftice  to  admire, 
 Which,  when  we  f well  to  Iniolencc,  knows  how 
 To  fcourge  our  Pride,  and  Jay  our  Glories  low. 
 Heavn  Sorrow  ever  with  our  Joy  combines. 
 Sows  feeds  of  frailty  in  the  nobleft  Minds, 
 And  feldom  does  our  braved  Adions  grown, 
 With  an  unblemilVd  and  a  true  Renown. 
 Camilla  did  offend,  nor  do  I  wear 
 Thefe  clouds  of  Sorrow  in  my  face  for  her  5 
 I  think  my  felf  to  be  lamented  more, 
 And  more  than  her,  alas!  I  thee  deplore. 
 I  do  bewail  my  own  finifter  fate 
 To  have  a  Daughter  fo  degenerate  i 
 And  thee  for  having  by  misfortune  dy'd 
 Thy  noble  Sword  in  fuch  a  Parricide. 
 Not  that  I  do  thy  Heat  or  Juftice  blame, 
 Yet,  I  could  wi(h  thou  hadft  efcap'd  the  fhame  : 
 Her  Crime  (though  worthy  Death)  had  better  far 
 Been  fpar'd,  than  thou  her  Executioner. 
 
 Hor.  My  Life,  and  Death,  Sir,  in  your  Sentence  lye, 
 I  thought  that  Blow  due  to  Rome's  Injury; 
 
 But 
 
528  HORACE. 
 
 Si  dans  vos  fentimens  mon  zèle  eft  criminel^ 
 S'il  m'en  faut  recevoir  un  réproche  éternel. 
 Si  ma  main  en  devient  honteufe  &  profanée. 
 Vous  pouvez  d'un  feul  mot  trancher  ma  T^eftinée. 
 Reprenez  tout  ce  fang  de  qui  ma  lafcheté 
 Aft  brutalement  fouillé  la  pureté^ 
 Ma  main  n'apufouffrir  de  crime  en  voftre  race^ 
 Nefouffrez  point  de  tache  en  la  mai f on  d'Horace. 
 Ceft  en  ces  a£lions  dont  l'honneur  eft  bleffé, 
 Qu'un  Tére  tel  que  vous  fe  montre  intérejfé, 
 Son  amour  doit  fe  taire^  où  toute  excufe  eft  nulle, 
 Luy-mefme  il  y  prend  part  lors  qu'il  les  diffîmule, 
 Et  de  fa  gloire  il  fait  trop  peu  de  cas, 
 Quand  il  ne  punit  point  ce  qu'il  n'approuve  pas. 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  //  n'ufepas  toujours  dune  rigueur  ex» 
 trême, 
 Il  épargne  fes  Fils  bien  fouvent  pour  foy-mefme, 
 Sa  vieille ffe  fur  eux  aime  à  fe  foute nir, 
 Et  ne  les  punit  point  de  peur  de  fe  punir. 
 Je  te  voy  d'un  autre  œil  que  tu  ne  te  regardes, 
 Jefiay...  Mais  le  Rey [vient, je  vois entrer fes  Gardes. 
 
 SCENE 
 
HORACE.  519 
 
 But  if  that  Zeal  Jo  criminal  appear, 
 
 If  I  eternal  brands  of  fhamc  mud  wear, 
 
 And  if  my  Arm  he  infamous  become, 
 
 With  one  fole  word  you  may  pronounce  my  doom. 
 
 :  b.:ck  that  Blood  which  my  unworthy  hand 
 Has  by  a  coward  àâ  fo  bafeiy  dain'd. 
 I  could  not  fuffer  in  your  virtuous  Race 
 A  Crime  that  might  your  r-oble  Name  difgrace: 
 Nor  fhould  you  with  an  over-partial  Eye 
 Suffer  this  blemifli  in  your  Family. 
 In  acls  where  Honour  fuffers  'tis  difecrn'd, 
 That  fuch  a  Father  as  you  are's  concern'd. 
 T'excufe  ill  Sons,  even  Fathers  fhould  forbear  5 
 VVhild  they  conceal  our  faults,  they  faulty  are 3 
 And  his  own  Fame  that  Father  little  moves, 
 Who  fpares  that  Guilt  his  Virtue  difapproves. 
 
 Old  Hor.  Fathers  fometimes  from  harfli  extreams 
 And  often  fpare  theirSons,themfelvesto  fpare.Qforbear, 
 Our  Age  leans  on  their  youthful  ftrength,and  fpares 
 Them,  fince  in  them  we  mud  be  Sufferers. 
 1  look  upon  thee  with  a  difPrent  eye 
 From  that  thou  cenfur'ft  thine  own  Virtue  by  : 
 And  though  thy  Reputation  blemifh'd  ftand, 
 I  know—-  but  fee  the  Guards,  the  King's  at  handi 
 
 Mm  SCENE 
 
y 
 
 730  HORACE. 
 
 SCENE    II. 
 
 Tulle,  Valere,  Le  vieil  Horace,  Horace* 
 Troupe  de  Gardes. 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Ah, Sire^untel  honneur  a  trop  d'excès 
 pour  moy9 
 Ce  riefl  point  en  ce  lieu  que  je  doy  voir  mon  Roy, 
 'permettez  qu'à  genoux... 
 
 Tulle.  Non,  levez-vous,  monPére, 
 Je  fais  ce  qu'en  ma  place  un  bon  grince  doit  faire. 
 Un  Jï rare  fer  vice,  & fi fort  important 
 Veut  l'honneur  le  plus  rare^  &  le  plus  éclatant  : 
 Vous  en  aviez  déjà  fa  parole  pour  gage, 
 Je  ne  lay  pas  voulu  différer  davantage. 
 
 J'ay  fçeuparfon  rapport  (&je  n'en  doutois  pas') 
 Comme  de  vos  deux  Fils  vous  portez  le  trépas, 
 Et  que  déjà  voflre  ame  étant  trop  réfolu'è, 
 Ma  confolation  vous  fer  oit  fuperfluë^ 
 Mais  je  viens  de  f  avoir  quel  étrange  malheur 
 *D*un  Fît  s  victorieux  afuivy  la  valeur, 
 Et  que  fon  trop  d amour  pour  la  caufe publique 
 'Par  f es  mains  à  fon  Père  ofle  une  Fille  unique. 
 (  e  coup  efl  un  peu  rude  à  l'efprit  le  plus  fort, 
 Et  je  doute  comment  vous  portez  cette  mort. 
 
 Le 
 
HORACE.  531 
 
 SCENE    II. 
 
 Tullus,  Valerius ',  Horace  the  Faîl\i\ 
 Horace,  and  Guards. 
 
 Old  Hor.  Great  Sir,  you  do  your  Servant  to.)  :r 
 I  blufli  to  fee  you  in  fo  mean  a  place.  [gr^ccj 
 
 Permit  me  that  in  gratitude  thus  low ■ 
 
 lull.  No,  Father,  rife,  and  let  your  Merit  know 
 I  pay  in  this  the  leaft  of  what  is  due 
 From  virtuous  Princes  to  fuch  Men  as  you. 
 Such  Services  pretend  to  all  whate'er 
 Subjects  can  merit,  or  their  Kings  confer. 
 Valerius  word  was  pad:  j  nor  could  I  be 
 Juft  to  my  felf,  till  I  had  fet  him  free. 
 I  heard  from  him 5  nor  did  I  doubt  before, 
 With  what  a  noble  Conftancy  you  bc^c 
 Your  brave  Sons  deaths,  and  know  that  to  a  Soul 
 So  fortify 'd  as  yours,  fo  right,  and  whole, 
 What  comforts  I  could  bring  would  only  prove 
 Unneceffary  complements  of  Love  : 
 But  now  that  I  have  heard  what  a  fad  fate 
 Does  on  your  conqu  ring  Son's  brave  Valour  wait, 
 And  that  his  zeal  to  th'publick  caufe  has  led 
 His  fudden  fury  to  commit  a  deed, 
 Deprives  you  of  an  onely  Daughter  5  then 
 Whilft  I  confider  the  mod  brave  are  Men, 
 I  mull:  confefs  I  cannot  chufe  but  fear 
 How  your  great  Heart,  fo  great  a  blow  can  bear. 
 
 Mm  2  Old 
 
5li  HORACE. 
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Sire,  avec  déplaiftr,  mais  avec  pa- 
 tience. 
 Tulle.  Cefl  l'effet  vertueux  de  voftre  experience. 
 Beaucoup  par  un  long  âge  ont  appris  comme  vous 
 Que  le  malheur  fuccéde  au  bonheur  le  plus  doux$ 
 5Peuffavent  comme  vous  s* appliquer  ce  remède, 
 Et  dans  leur  intêrejl  toute  leur  vertu  cède. 
 Si  vous  pouvez  trouver  dans  ma  compaffwn 
 Quelque  foulagement  pour  voftre  affliction, 
 Ainft  que  voftre  mal  Cachez  qu'elle  eft  extrême, 
 Et  que  je  vous  en  plains  autant  que  je  vous  aime. 
 
 Val.  Sire,  put f que  le  Ciel  entre  les  mains  des  Rois, 
 *Dépofe  fa  juftice,  &  la  force  des  loix, 
 Et  que  F  Etat  demande  aux  ^Princes  légitimes 
 5Des  prix  pour  les  vertus,  des  peines  pour  les  crime  s \ 
 Souffrez  quun  bon  Sujet  vous  faffe  fouvenir 
 Que  vous  plaignez  beaucoup  ce  quy il  vous  faut  punir. 
 
 Souffrez  
 
 Le  vieil  Hor.  Quoy?  qu'on  envoyé  un  Vainqueur 
 aufupplke  ? 
 Tulle.  Ter  mettez  qu'il  achève,  en  je  feray  ju. 
 ftice. 
 y  aime  a  la  rendre  à  tons,  a  toute  heure,  &  tout 
 
 lieu, 
 Ce  ft  par  elle  qu'un  Roy  fe  fait  un  deiny^Dieu, 
 
 Et 
 
HORACE.  53? 
 
 Old  Hot.  Sir,  with  a  troubled,  but  a  patient  Scnfe- 
 
 lull.  A  brave  efteel  of  your  Experience. 
 Many  by  living  long  have  learnt  to  know 
 That happinefs  is  buta  ftep  to  woe: 
 But  few  apply  that  Knowledge  to  the  beft, 
 And  moll  Mens  Virtues  truckle,  when  oppreft. 
 If  in  your  Kings  conipaflion  you  can  iind 
 A  comfort  to  th'aiilietions  of  your  Mind, 
 Believe  it  great  as  them,  and  that  I  do 
 With  the  fame  Friendfhip  love,  and  pity  you. 
 
 VaL  Since,  mighty  Sir,  into  the  hands  of  King8 
 Heav'n  delegates  the  Law  to  order  thir  gs, 
 And  that  within  their  (acred  Power  lies 
 Reward  for  Virtue,  Punifliment  for  Vice: 
 Permit  a  loyal  SubjecT,  in  this  cafe, 
 To  prompt  thatjuflice  your  Conipaflion  (lays, 
 And  fay  you  feem  this  Murther  to  forget, 
 Whilft  you  lament,  and  do  not  punifh  it. 
 Permit ■ 
 
 Old  Hor.  What!  that  ifoff^sconqu'ring Champion 
 And  have  his  fervice  paid  with  Infamy  ?  L^ lt> 
 
 TuM.  Let  him  fay  on,  Horatio,  and  forbear, 
 I  who  am  to  determine,  ought  to  hear* 
 And  do  not  fear  but  I  will  do  you  right, 
 It  is  at  once  my  Duty,  and  Delight. 
 When  Juftice  even  and  unbhfs'd  flows, 
 She  then  a  Monarch  for  a  Monarch  fhov. 
 Divinity  fhin^s  round  about  him  then, 
 
 Above  the  common  race  of  common  Men  : 
 
 Mm  3 
 
554  HORACE. 
 
 Et  ceft  dont  je  vous^p  ains  qu'après  un  tel  fer  vice 
 On  puiffe  contre  luy  me  demander  jufl  ice. 
 
 Val.  Souffrez  donc ',  à  grand  Roy ',  le  plus  juftedes 
 Rois, 
 Que  tous  les  gens  de  bien  vous  parlent  par  ma  voix. 
 Non  que  nos  cœurs  jaloux  de  fes  honneurs  s3irritent9 
 S  il  en  reçoit  beaucoup^  fes  hauts  faits  les  méritent ', 
 Ajouflez-y  plûtofl  que  d'en  diminuer  y 
 Nous  fommes  tous  encor  prefts  d'y  contribuer. 
 Mais  puifque  d'un  tel  crime  il  s  eft  montre  capable. 
 Qu'il  triomphe  en  Vainqueur •,  &  périffe  en  coupable ', 
 Arrêtez  fa  fureur,  le  &  J aurez  de  fes  mains  > 
 Si  vous  voulez  régner >  le  refte  des  Romains \ 
 Il  y  va  de  la  perte,  ou  dufalut  du  refte. 
 
 La  guerre  avoitun  cours  ft  fanglant,  ft  funefte, 
 Et  les  nœuds  de  l'Hymen  durant  nos  bons  T>eftins 
 Ont  tant  de  fois  uny  des  Peuples  ft  voiftns, 
 Qîtil  eft  peu  de  Romains  que  le  party  contraire 
 N'intéreffe    en  la  mort  dun  Gendre,    ou  dun  Be- 
 
 aufrére, 
 Et  qui  ne  foient  forcez  de  donner  quelques  pleurs 
 T)ans  le  bonheur  public  à  leurs  propres  malheurs. 
 Si  ceft  off  enfer  Rome,  &  que  l'heur  de  fes  armes, 
 V  author  if e  à  punir  ce  crime  de  nos  larme s , 
 
 Quel 
 
HORACE.  fey 
 
 And  that  which  makes  me  moil  commiferate 
 Thfc  wretched  fortune  of'  your  fad  Efl 
 Js,  to  bear  Juftice  claropur'd  on  your  Son, 
 Who  has  for  Rome  fo  brav  ice  do: 
 
 Val.  Permit  then,  juftcft  Monarch,  that  in  me 
 All  virtuous  Men  appeal  for  Equity. 
 'Tis  not,  alas!  that  our  repining  Hearts 
 Envy  thofe  Honours,  crown  his  brave  Deferts  -, 
 All  you  can  give,  fhort  of  his  merit  fall, 
 "His  glorious  Aftions  fliine  above  them  all. 
 Add  new,  and  greater  ftill  to  thofe  before, 
 We  all  are  willing  to  contribute  more: 
 But  let  him,  fince  he  could  obfeure  his  Fame 
 By  fuch  an  aft  of  horror,  and  of  lhame, 
 At  once  for  Merit,  and  a  Crime  fo  high, 
 A  Vi&or  triumph,  an  Offender  dye. 
 Check  his  wild  Rage,  and  refcue  thofe  remain 
 Of  Rome's  brave  Off-fpring,  it  you  mean  to  reign. 
 Your  People's  ruin,  or  their  fafety  lies, 
 Or  in  his  Pardon,  or  his  Sacrifice. 
 Few  Romans  ever  could  in  Alba  boafl 
 OfAlba's  lofs,  but  they  in  Alba  loft 
 Some  fuch  Relation,  as  might  force  their  Eyes 
 To  private  Tears  in  publick  Victories. 
 If  fuch  a  virtuous  Sorrow  then  become 
 Criminal  to  thelntereft  of  Rome  ; 
 If  his  Succcfs  oblige  you  to  difpence, 
 And  privilege  fo  great  an  Infolence^ 
 
 Mm  4  Who 
 
53^  HORAC  E. 
 
 Quel  fang  épargnera  ce  barbare  vainqueur 
 Qui  ne  pardonne  pas  à  celuy  de  fa  fœur, 
 Et  ne  peut  ex  eu  fer  cette  douleur  pre ff ante 
 Que  la  mort  dun  amant  jette  au  cœur  dune  amante, 
 Quand  près  dejlre  éclairez  du  nuptial  flambeau 
 Elle  voit  avec  luy  fon  efpoir  au  tombeau  ? 
 Faifant  triompher  Rome,  ilfe  l'efl  affervie, 
 H  a  fur  nous  un  droit,  &  de  mort,  &  de  vie,  < 
 Et  nos  jours  criminels  ne  pourront  plus  durer  , 
 Qu'autant  qu'à  fa  clémence  il  plaira  tendurer: 
 Je  pourrois  ajoufter  aux  inter  efts  de  Rome 
 Combien  un  pareil  coup  eft  indigne  d'un  homme  -> 
 Je  pourrois  demander  quon  mift  devant  vos  yeux 
 ,  Ce  grand  &  rare  exploit  d'un  bras  victorieux. 
 Vous  verriez  un  beau  fang,  pour  aceufer  fa  rage, 
 ïD'un  frère Jî  cruel  rejallir  au  vif  age, 
 Vous  verriez  des  horreurs  qu'on  ne  peut  concevoir, 
 Son  âge,  &  fa  beauté  vous  pourr  oient  émouvoir: 
 Mais  je  hay  ces  moyens  qui  f entent  l'artifice. 
 Vous  avez  à  demain  remis  le  façrifice, 
 Tenfez-vous  que  les  Dieux,  vangeurs  des  innocens, 
 <D'une  main  parricide  acceptent  de  l'encens? 
 Sur  vous  ce  facrilége  at  tirer  oit  fa  peine, 
 Ne  le  confidérez  qu'en  objet  de  leur  haine, 
 
 Et 
 
HORACE.  537 
 
 Who  will  this  barbarous  Conqueror  forbear, 
 Whofe  fury  would  not  his  own  Sifter  fpare^ 
 Nor  yet  excufe  the  Sorrow  all  approve 
 In  a  chalte  Virgin  raviuYd  of  her  Love  ? 
 Rome,  though  (lie  triumphs,  is  Horatio  s  Slave, 
 He  has  the  fovereign  Pow'r  to  kill,  or  fave  j 
 Nor  have  we  now  a  longer  Time  to  live, 
 Than  as  he's  pleas'd  to  fentence,  or  forgive. 
 
 I  could  to  Rome's  concernment  add  how  bafe, 
 Mean,  and  below  a  Man,  the  Aclion  was-, 
 I  could  demand  to  have  the  murther'd  Maid, 
 His  Valour's  Triumph,  ifi  your  Prefence  laid: 
 You  then  would  fee  the  yet  warm  Crimfon  rife, 
 And  bluihing  blame  a  Brother's  cruelties. 
 So  fad  a  fight  no  Advocate  would  need, 
 Her  Youth  and  Beauty  would  for  Juftice  plead: 
 But  I  abhor  in  fuch  a  cafe  as  this, 
 All  ways  that  bear  a  fhew  of  Arifice. 
 
 To  Morrow  you  have  fet  apart  to  pay 
 Your  Vows  to  Heav'n  for  this  victorious  Day: 
 And  can  you  think  thofe  Deities,  that  bear 
 Thunder  t'  avenge  the  innocent  Sufferer, 
 Will  deign  t'  accept  of  Incenfe  from  a  Hand 
 In  a  black  Parricide  fo  lately  ftain'd  ? 
 So  great  a  Sacrilege  would  draw  on  you 
 The  Vengeance  that  to  him  alone  is  due. 
 Look  on  him  then  as  one  whom  Heav'n  does  hate, 
 And  that  wherein  he  has  been  fortunate, 
 
 Rome's 
 
5^S  HORACE. 
 
 Et  croyez  avec  nous  qu'en  tous  fes  trois  combats 
 Le  bon  Deflin  de  Rome  a  plus  fait  que  fon  bras, 
 Tuifque  ces  mefmes  Dieux  autheurs  de  fa  vitfoire 
 Ont  permis  qtiauffi-tofl  il  en  foiiillaft  la  gloire, 
 Et  qu'un  fi  grand  courage  après  ce  noble  effort 
 Fuji  digne  en  me f me  jour  de  triomphe  &  de  mort. 
 Sire,  cyeft  ce  qu  il  faut  que  voflre  Arreft  décide^ 
 En  ce  lieu  Rome  a  veu  le  premier  parricide, 
 La  fuite  en  eft  à  craindre,  &  la  haine  des  deux. 
 Sauvez-nous  de  fa  main,  &  redoutez  les  Dieux. 
 
 Tulle.  Défendez-vous,  Horace. 
 
 Hor.  A  quoy  bon  me  défendre  ? 
 Vous  fi  avez  taffiony  vous  la  venez  d'entendre, 
 Ce  que  vous  en  croyez  me  doit  eftre  une  loy. 
 
 Sire,  on  fe  defend  mal  contre  l'avis  dun  Roy, 
 Et  le  plus  innocent  devient  foudain  coupable 
 Quand  aux) eux  de  fonTrince  il  paroit  condamnable. 
 C'efl  crime  qu 'envers  luy  fe  vouloir  excufer^ 
 Noftrefang  eft  fon  bien>  il  en  peut  difpofer, 
 Et  c'eft  à  nous  de  croire  alors  qu'il  en  difpofe 
 Qu'il  ne  s'en  prive  point  fans  une  jufte  caufe. 
 Sire,  prononcez  donc,  je  fuis  pre  ft  d*  obéir, 
 D'autres  aiment  la  vie,  &je  la  doy  haïr. 
 Je  ne  reproche  point  à  l  ardeur  de  Valére 
 QtCm  amant  de  la  fœur  il  accufe  le  frère, 
 
 Mes 
 
HORACE.  539 
 
 Rome's  Stars  bave  mon  by  their  own  influence  done 
 
 Than  by  the  Valour  of  their  Champion  : 
 
 Since  the  fame  Gods  who  did  his  Conqueft  crown, 
 
 Permit  him  thus  to  blemifh  his  Renown  * 
 
 And  in  one  day,  after  Exploits  fo  high, 
 
 To  claim  a  Triumph,  and  defervc  to  dye. 
 
 This,  Sir,  is  that  your  Judgment  mull:  decide, 
 Rome  here  has  fuffer'd  the  firft  Parricide, 
 The  confequence,  and  Heaven's  difpleafure,  arc 
 The  things  Religion  teaches  us  to  fear 5 
 Preferve  your  People  from  his  Infolencs, 
 And  appeafe  Heav'n  by  cens 'ring  his  Offence. 
 
 TulL  Horace^  make  your  Defence. 
 
 Hor.  Sir,  to  what  end 
 Should  I  an  acl  you  know  fo  well  defend  ? 
 Your  Judgment's  Law,  though  it  pronounce  me  dead. 
 'Gainft  Kings  refults,  Offenders  vainly  plead, 
 And  the  molt  innocent  the  Sun  can  (how, 
 When  Kings  conclude  them  criminal,  are  fo. 
 Nay, 'tis  a  Crime  texcufe  our  felves  to  thofe 
 Who,  by  their  Title,  may  our  Lives  difpofe  * 
 And  when  they  cut  us  off  we  muft  believe 
 It  is  becaufe  we  are  unfit  to  live. 
 Pronounce  my  doom  then  Sir,  I  will  obey't; 
 The  Life  that  others  love,  I  ought  to  hate  : 
 No  do  I  think  Valerius  too  fevere, 
 He  profecutes  his  Miftrefs  Murtherer. 
 I  do  with  him  againft  my  felf  confpire, 
 
 He  would  my  Death,  and  'tis  my  own  defire  3 
 
 With 
 
54o  HORACE. 
 
 Mes  vœux  avec  lesjîens  confpirent  aujourd'huy, 
 Il  demande  ma  mort,  je  la  veux  comme  luy. 
 Un  feu l point  entre  nous  met  cette  différence^ 
 Que  mon  honneur  par -là  cherche  [on  affeurance, 
 Et  qua  ce  mefme  but  nous  voulons  arriver, 
 Luy,  pour  flefirir  ma  gloire,  &  moy,  pour  lafauver. 
 
 Sire,  ceft  rarement  qu'il  s'offre  une  matière 
 A  montrer  d 'un  grand  cœur  la  vertu  toute  entière  ; 
 Suivant  l'occafîon  elle  agit  plus,  ou  moins, 
 Et  par 'oit forte },  ou  foible,  aux  yeux  de  fes  témoins. 
 Le  Teuple  qui  voit  tout  feulement  pas  l'écorce 
 S*  attache  à  fon  effet  pour  juger  de  fa  force, 
 Il  veut  que* fes  dehors  gardent  un  mefme  cours, 
 Qrf ayant  fait  un  miracle,  elle  enfaffe  toujours. 
 Après  une  aftion  pleine,  haute,  éclat  ante, 
 Tout  ce  qyi  brille  moins  remplit  mal  fon  attente  : 
 Il  veut  qu'on  foit  égal  en  tout  temps,  en  tous  lieux, 
 Il  n'examine  point  fi  lors  on  pouvoit  mieux, 
 Ny  que  s'il  ne  voit  pas  fans  ceffe  une  merveille, 
 L'occafon  eft  moindre,  &  la  vertu  pareille. 
 Son  injuftice  accable  &  détruit  les  grands  noms, 
 L'honneur  des  premiers  faits  fe  perd par  les  féconds 
 Et  quand  la  Renommée  a  paffé  l'ordinaire, 
 Si  l'on  n'en  veut  déchoir,  il  faut  ne  plus  rien  faire. 
 
HORACE.  741 
 
 With  this  cliftinction,  that  I  think  by  that 
 
 To  keep  my  Honour  in  its  prcfent  height; 
 
 Whereas  he  thinks  thereby  to  blot  that  Name 
 
 I  would  perpetuate  to  live  in  Fame. 
 
 We  rarely  meet  occaiions,  Sir,  wherein 
 
 A  Heart's  whole  ftock  of  Courage  may  be  feen: 
 
 Valour  ads  more,  or  lefs,  as  time  doth  lit, 
 
 And  as  occafion  ferves  or  hinders  it, 
 
 And  manly,  or  effeminate,  appears 
 
 At  the  difcretion  of  the  Cenfurers. 
 
 The  common  fort,  whofe  Underflandings  be 
 
 By  Ignorance  limited  to  what  they  fee, 
 
 Proportion  force  by  its  effects,  and  guefs 
 
 At  Valour,  as  effects  are  more  or  lefs 5 
 
 Expecting  vainly,  that  who  Wonders  do," 
 
 Blefl  once  by  Fortune,  fhould  do  always  fo. 
 
 After  an  act  illuftrioufly  bright, 
 
 All  that  feem  lefs  darken  that  Action's  light. 
 
 Men  look  we  always  fhould  in  ev'ry  place 
 
 Perform  our  actions  with  an  equal  grace  * 
 
 Without  confidcring  in  th  occafion 
 
 What  could  have  been,  or  more,  or  better  done  > 
 
 Nor  feeing  that  in  Actions  of  lefs  Fame, 
 
 Th'occafion's  lefs,  the  Virtue  flill  the  fame. 
 
 Great  Names  by  this  Injuftice  are  defae'd, 
 
 Mens  firft  Acts  honours  perifh  in  their  laft: 
 
 And  who  once  reaches  a  fupream  Renown, 
 
 îf  he  will  hold  it  there,  mufl  there  fit  down. 
 
j4i  HORACE. 
 
 Je  ne  vanteray  point  les  exploits  de  mon  bras, 
 Voftre  Majefté,  Sire,  a  veu  mes  trois  combat s> 
 Il  ejl  bien  malaifé  qu  un  pareil  les  féconde^ 
 Qu'une  autre  occafion  à  celle -cy  réponde \ 
 'Et  que  tout  mon  courage^  après  deft  grands  coups, 
 'Parvienne  à  desfuccès  qui  n'aillent  au  deffous-, 
 Si  bien  que  pour  laiffer  une  illufire  mémoire, 
 La  mort  feule  auj our dhuy  peut  confer  ver  ma  gloire. 
 Encor  lafalloit-il  fî-toft  que  feus  vaincu, 
 Puif  que  pour  mon  honneur  fay  déjà  trop  vécu. 
 Un  homme  tel  que  moy  voit  fa  gloire  ternie 
 Quand  il  tombe  en  peril  de  quelque  ignominie, 
 Et  ma  main  auroitffeu  déjà  m'en  garantir  ; 
 Mais  fans  voftre  congé  mon  fang  n'ofe  fortir, 
 Comme  il  vous  appartient,  voftre  aveu  doit  fe prendre, 
 Cefi  vous  le  defrober  qu'autrement  le  répandre. 
 Rome  ne  manque  point  de  généreux  guerriers 
 AJfez,  d'autres  fans  moy  font  tendront  vos  lauriers, 
 Que  voftre  Majefté  déformais  m'en  difpenfe  j 
 Et  ft  ce  que  fay  fait  vaut  quelque  récompenfe, 
 Permettez,,  è  grand  Roy,  que  de  ce  bras  vainqueur 
 Je  m' immole  à  ma  gloire^  &  non  pas  à  ma  Sœur. 
 
 SCENE 
 
HORACE.  5+5 
 
 I  fhall  not  boaft  what  Honour  I  have  got, 
 Your  felf,  great  Sir,  faw  my  three  Combats  fought  : 
 But 'twill  be  hard  ever  again  to  find 
 And  opportunity  of  fuch  a  kind, 
 To  crown  my  Valour's  worth  with  a  fuccefs 
 That  muft  not  after  thefic  Exploits  go  lefs. 
 So  that  to  give  my  Fame  immortal  breath, 
 I  have  no  way,  but  by  immediate  Death. 
 I  fhould  have  dy'd  before,  nor  liv'd  fo  long  5 
 I've  liv'd  already  to  my  Glory's  wrong. 
 A  Man  like  me  perceives  his  Name  decays, 
 When  but  in  danger  of  the  leaft  difgrace^ 
 And  my  own  hand  e'er  this  had  clear'd  the  doubt, 
 But  my  Blood's  yours,  and  dare  not  fally  out, 
 Without  your  leave  :  Sir,  your  allowance  mufl 
 Precede  that  a&ion,  elfe  it  were  unjuft. 
 Rome  wants  no  generous  Warriors,  there  are  thofe, 
 When  I  am  gone,  well  fight  her  braved  Foes 
 As  well  as  I  have  done,  and  pluck  frefli  boughs 
 Of  greener  Laurel  to  adorn  her  Brows. 
 
 Then  with  an  ufelefs  Man  (great  Sir)  difpencej 
 And  if  my  ails  deferve  a  Recompencc, 
 Let  this  be  it,  that  with  this  conqu'ring  Arm, 
 Still  with  the  vigour  of  late  aftion  warm, 
 I  facrifice  my  felf  to  my  own  Fame, 
 Without  a  mention  of  my  Sifter's  Name. 
 
 SCENE 
 
544  HORACE. 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 
 Tulle,  Valere,  Le  vieil  Horace,    Horace,  Sabine» 
 Sab.  Sire y  écoutez  Sabine,  &  'voyez  dans  foname 
 Les  douleurs  d'une  fœur>,  &  celles  d'une  femme \ 
 Qui  toute  defolée  à  vos  f acre  z  gettoux 
 *P  leur  e  pour  fa  famille,  &  craint  pour  fon  époux. 
 Ce  n'ejl  pas  que  je  veuille  avec  cet  artifice 
 *Defrober  un  coupable  au  bras  de  lajuftice, 
 Quoy  qu'Hait  fait  pour  vous,  traitez-le  comme  tel, 
 Et  punijfez  en  moy  ce  noble  criminel^ 
 1)e  mon  fang  malheureux  expiez  tout  fon  crime, 
 Vous  ne  changerez  point  pour  cela  de  vilîime, 
 Ce  ny en  fera  point  prendre  une  injufte  pitié, 
 Mais  enfacrifier  la  plus  chère  moitié. 
 Les  nœuds  de  l'Hymenée  &  fon  amour  extrefme 
 Font  qu'il  vit  plus  en  moy  qu'il  ne  vit  en  luy-mefmey 
 Et  fi  vous  m'accordez  de  mourir  aujourd'huy, 
 Il  mourra  plus  en  moy  qu'il  ne  mourroit  en  luyè 
 La  mort  que  je  demande, à*  qu'il  faut  que  j'obtienne ', 
 Augmentera  fa  peine,  &  finira  la  mienne. 
 Sire,  voyez  l'excès  de  mes  trifles  ennuis, 
 Et  {effroyable  état  ou  mes  jours  font  réduits. 
 Quelle  horreur  d'embrajfer  un  homme  dont  lépêe 
 ^De  toute  ma  famille  a  la  trame  coupée, 
 Et  quelle  impiété  de  haïr  un  époux 
 Tour  avoir  bien  fervy  les  fîens)  l'Etat,  &vousl 
 
 Aimer 
 
HORACE.  54f 
 
 SCENE    III. 
 
 Tulltts^    Valerius^   Old  Horace ,  Horace ', 
 Sa  :a. 
 
 Sab.  Oh  hear  her  Sir,  in  whofc  afflided  Mind 
 A  Wife's  and  Si         forrows  arecombin'dj 
 
 Who  defolate  at  ]  red  feetj  in  tears 
 
 Laments  her  Race,  and  for  her  Husband  fears, 
 
 Not  that  I  would  by  Artifice  withdraw 
 
 A  guilty  Man  fiom  the  offended  Law* 
 
 Ufe  him  like  one,  maugre  his  Viftorie*, 
 
 Eut  the  brave  Criminal  in  me  chaftife. 
 
 Let  my  unhappy  Blood  his  forfeit  pay, 
 
 The  Vidian's  ftill  the  fame,  nor  can  you  fay 
 
 Your  Juftice  is  by  Pity  overcome, 
 
 Whilft  I,  his  dearer  part,  abide  your  doom-. 
 
 His  matchlefs  Love  makes  it  appear  he  li 
 
 In  his  own  Perfon  lefs,  than  in  his  Wife's: 
 
 And  he,  if  I  be  facririe'd,  thereby 
 
 A  fadder  death,  than  in  himfeif,  fliall  dye. 
 
 The  death  I  beg,  and  which  I  mud  obtain, 
 
 Will  finifti  mine,  but  aggravate  his  pain. 
 
 Behold  Sir,  here  thexceflcs  of  my  woe, 
 
 And  the  fid  ftatc  my  Life's  redue'd  unto. 
 
 How  can  I  without  horror  e'er  embrace 
 
 A  Man  whofe  Sword  has  raurther'd  all  my  Race  • 
 
 And  without  wicked  nefs  a  Husband  hate, 
 
 For  his  brave  Service  to  his  Prince  and  State? 
 
 N  n  By 
 
546  HORACE. 
 
 Aimer  un  bras  fouillé  du  fang  de  tous  mes  frères  ) 
 N'aimer  pas  un  mary  qui  finit  nos  miféres  ! 
 Sire,  délivre z>-moy  par  un  heureux  trépas 
 %)es  crimes  de  l'aimer  &  de  ne  l'aimer  pas. 
 J'en  nommer ay  lArreft  une  faveur  bien  grande  : 
 Ma  main  peut  me  donner  ce  que  je  vous  demande. 
 Mais  ce  trépas  enfin  me  fera  bien  plus  doux 
 Si  je  puis  de  fa  honte  affranchir  mon  époux, 
 Si  je  puis  par  mon  fang  appaifer  la  colère 
 T)es  'Dieux  qu'apûfafcher  fa  vertu  trop  fêvére, 
 Satisfaire  en  mourant  aux  Maries  de  fa  fœur, 
 Et  conferver  à  Rome  un  fi  bon  défenfeur. 
 Le  vieil  Horace  au  Roy. 
 
 Sire,  cejl  donc  à  moy  de  répondre  à  Valére, 
 Mes  enfans  avec  luy  confpirent  contre  un  père, 
 Tous  trois  veulent  me  perdre \&  s'arment  fans  raifort 
 Contre  fî peu  de  fang  qui  rejle  en  ma  mai f on. 
 
 A  Sabine. 
 
 Toy,  qui  par  des  douleurs  à  ton  devoir  contraires 
 
 Veux  quitter  un  mary  pour  rejoindre  tes  fréresy 
 
 Va  plût  oft  conflit  er  leurs  Mânes  généreux  s 
 
 Ils  font  mûrts>Maispo;:rAlbe>&  s'en  tiennent  heureux» 
 
 Tuifque  le  Cielvouloit  qu'elle  fuft  ajfervie, 
 
 Si  quelque  fentiment  demeure  après  la  vie, 
 
 Ce 
 
HORACE.  547 
 
 By  death  then,  Sir,  prcfcrve  me  from  the  Crime 
 Either  of  loving,  or  not  loving  him. 
 In  this  extremity  I  (hall  embrace 
 The  heavieft  Sentence  for  theGreateft:  grace. 
 I  foon,  alas  !  with  this  weak  arm  could  do 
 The  thing  for  which  I  do  fo  humbly  fue  : 
 But  Death  will  be  more  welcome,  if  thereby 
 I  may  redeem  my  Husband's  Infamy  : 
 If  by  my  Blood  I  may  thofe  Deities, 
 His  fevere  Virtue  may  have  mov'd,  appeafe, 
 Atone  Camillas  angry  Ghoft,  and  fave 
 To  Rome  a  Man  fo  fortunate  and  brave. 
 
 Old  Horace, /peaking  to  the  King. 
 
 I  that  defence,  Sir,  then  muft  undertake, 
 My  Son  and  Daughter  unconcern'd  forfake ; 
 They  with  Valerius  fide,  and  are  all  three 
 Combin'd  together  in  Confpiracy 
 Againft  that  little  Blood  does  yet  remain 
 From  War  and  Ruin,  to  reftore  my  Name. 
 Speaking  to  Sabina. 
 
 Thou  who  by  fruitlefs  Sorrows,  which  oppofe 
 The  duty  that  a  Wife  the  Husband  owe?, 
 Thy  Husband  wouldft  forfake,  and  defperate, 
 Accompany  thy  Brothers  in  their  Fate  : 
 Go  rather,  and  confult  their  gen'rous  Ghofts  j 
 Tis  true,  their  Lives  by  Horace  hand  they  loft: 
 But  'twas  in  Albas  quarrel  that  they  dy'd, 
 And  they  in  that  are  fully  fatisfyU 
 
 Nn  2  Since 
 
j48  HORACE. 
 
 Ce  mal  leur  femble  moindre,  &  moins  rudes  fe s  coups 
 Voyant  que  tout  l'honneur  en  retombe  fur  nous. 
 Tous  trois  defavoûront  la  douleur  qui  te  touche, 
 Les  larmes  de  tes  yeux,  les  foùpirs  de  ta  bouche, 
 V horreur  que  tu  fais  voir  d'un  mar  y  vertueux. 
 Sabine,  fois  leur  fœur,  fuy  ton  devoir  comme  eux. 
 
 Au  Roy. 
 Contre  ce  cher  époux  Valére  en  vain  saîiime, 
 
 Un  premier  mouvement  ne  fut  jamais  un  crime, 
 
 Et  la  louange  eft  deuè  au  lieu  du  châtiment 
 
 Quand  la  vertu  produit  ce  premier  mouvement. 
 
 Aimer  nos  ennemis  avec  idolâtrie, 
 
 2)<?  rage  en  leur  trépas  maudire  la  'Patrie, 
 
 Souhaiter  à  l'Etat  un  malheur  infiny, 
 
 Ceft  ce  qu'on  nomme  crime,  &  ce  qu'il  a  puny. 
 
 Le  feul  amour  de  Rome  a  fa  main  animée, 
 Il  fer  oit  innocent  s'il  l'avoit  moins  aimée. 
 
 Qu'ay-je  dit,  Sire?  il  left,  &  ce  bras  paternel 
 
 Uauroit  déjà  puny  s'il  et  oit  criminel, 
 
 J'aurois  ftçeu  mieux  ufer  de  l'entière  putffance 
 
 Que  me  donnent  fur  luy  les  droits  de  lanaijfance, 
 
 J'aime 
 
HORACE.  5*9 
 
 Since  Hcav'n  dcflin'd  Alba  for  aSla\e, 
 (If  there  remain  remembrance  in  the  Grave) 
 Th  :v  lefs  repine  at  their  mifhap  and  wounds, 
 Bei»'g  the  Ci  lory  unto  us  redounds. 
 Th)  frantick  forrow  they  will  all  difclaim, 
 Thy  fi^h?,  and  tearsj  will  difapprove,  and  blame, 
 And  vi  ill  condemn  the  horror  thou  put'ft  on> 
 lor  fui  h  a  Husband  has  fo  bravely  done. 
 Sabma  be  their  Sifter,  dry  your  Tears, 
 And  do  joui  duty,  as  they  have  done  theirs. 
 Speaking  to  the  King. 
 Valerius  animates  himfeifin  vain, 
 inft  this  noble  Hero  to  complain. 
 A  iudden  Paflion  in  the  courfc  of  time 
 Was  never  yet  reputed  for  a  Crime; 
 R  ither  than  Punifliment,  it  merits  Praife 
 When  Virtue  docs  that  fudden  Paflion  raife. 
 To  love  even  to  Idolatry  our  Foes, 
 And  curfe  our  Country  for  their  Overthrows  $ 
 Thefe  are  call'd  Crimes,  thefe  the  Offences  were, 
 He  could  not  even  in  his  Sifter  fpare. 
 His  Love  to  Rome,  and  her  concerns  alone 
 Prompted  his  hand  to  execution. 
 Had  not  his  Country's  love  tempted  his  fpleen, 
 He  at  this  inftant  innocent  had  been. 
 How  ftrang'-ly  do  I  talk!  what  was't  I  meant 
 To  fay  he  had  been?  he  is  innocent: 
 
 Nn  3  Or 
 
5fo  HORACE. 
 
 y  aime  trop  l'honneur,  Sire,  &  ne  fuis  point  de 
 
 rang 
 rAfouffrir  ny  et  affronta  ny  de  crime  en  mon  fang. 
 Ceft  dont  je  ne  veux  point  de  témoin  que  Valére, 
 lia  veu  quel  accueil  luy  gar  doit  ma  colère ', 
 Lors  qu'ignorant  encor  la  moitié  du  combat 
 Je  croyois  que  fa  fuite  avoit  trahy  l'Etat. 
 Qui  le  fait  fe  charger  des  foins  de  ma  famille? 
 Qui  le  fait  malgré  moy  vouloir  v  anger  ma  fille} 
 Et  par  quelle  raifon  dans  fon  jujle  trépas 
 T rend-il  un  intérejl  qu'un  père  ne  prend  pas  ? 
 On  craint  qu'après  fa  fœur  il  n'enmaltraite  d'autres! 
 Sire,  nous  n'avons  part  qu'à  la  honte  des  nofires, 
 Et  de  quelque  façon  qu'un  autre  puijfe  agir, 
 Qui  ne  nous  touche  point  ne  nous  fait  point  rougir, 
 
 A  Valére. 
 Tu  peux  pleurer ^  Valére,&mefme  aux  yeux  d'Ho- 
 race, .    , 
 Il  ne  prend  intérejl  qu'aux  crimes  de  fa  race, 
 Qui  n'eft  point  de  fon  fang  ne  peut  faire  d'affront 
 Aux  lauriers  immortels  qui  luy  ceignent  le  front. 
 Laurier s,  facrez  rameaux  qu'on  veut  réduire  enpoudre, 
 Vous  qui  mettez  fa  tejle  à  couvert  de  la  foudre, 
 
 L'a- 
 
HORACE.  ffi 
 
 Or  Sir,  I  had  «  f  own  hand  e'er  this 
 
 Puniflù]  the  forfeits  had  hedoneàmi&j 
 I  fhould  h  ivc  made  the  foveietgo  pow'r  known, 
 That  Nature  giv(     a  lather  o'er  his  Son. 
 Sir)  I  love  Honour,  nor  can  brook  Difgr 
 Much  lefs  a  Crime  unpunifh'd  in  my  R 
 Of  which  I  only  (lull,  his  witnefs  need,       [fPo'tn- 
 
 \ting  to  Valerius. 
 He  can  refoJve  you  what  my  Rage  decreed, 
 
 When  (ign'rant  yet  of  one  half  of  the  light) 
 I  thought  Rome  ruin'd  in  his  (hameful  Flight. 
 I  wonder  who  bids  him  bufie  his  cares 
 About  my  private  Family-affairs  ? 
 I  wonder  whence  the  Privilege  he  draws, 
 Wirhout  my  leave  to  plead  my  Daughter's  caufc  ) 
 Or  by  what  right  does  he  an  Int'reft  claim, 
 Where  I  her  Father  unoftended  am? 
 But  'tis  objected,  as  a  politick  care, 
 That  others  may  the  like  Misfortune  (hare. 
 Sir,  we  are  only  jealous  of  the  fliame 
 That  in  particular  concerns  our  Name  ; 
 And  letting  others  Infamies  alone, 
 Do  only  blulh  at  thofe  which  are  our  own. 
 Turning  to  Valerius. 
 Thou  may 'il,  Valerius \  weep  before  his  hccy 
 He's  only  angry  at  the  Crimes  ons  Racer 
 None,  fave  thofe  cf  his  blood,  can  blaft  thofe  boughs 
 Of  Living  Laurel  that  adorn  his  Crows. 
 
 Nn+  Ye 
 
S5Î  HORAC  E. 
 
 L 'abandonner 'ez-vous  a  l'infâme  couteau 
 
 Oui  fait  chcïr  les  méchans  fous  la  main  dun  bout* 
 
 reau  ? 
 Romains,  fouffrire^vous  qu'un  vous    immole  un 
 
 homme 
 Saris  qui  Rome  aujourd'hui  cefferoit  deflre  Rome, 
 
 Et  qu'un  Romain  s'efforce  à  tacher  le  renom 
 2)  'un  guerrier  à  qui  tous  doivent  un  fi  beau  nom? 
 2)7,  Valcre,  dy-nous,  fi  tu  veux  qu'il fériffe, 
 Ou  tu  penfes  choifîr  un  lieu  pour  fon  fupplice? 
 Serz-:e  entre  ces  murs,  que  mille  &  mille  voix 
 Font  refonner  encor  du  bruit  de  fes  exploits  ? 
 Sera-ce  hors  des  murs,  au  milieu  de  cesplaces 
 Qu'on  voit  fumer  encor  du  fang  des  Curiaces, 
 Entre  leurs  trois  tombeaux,  &  dans  ce  champ  d hon- 
 neur 
 Témoin  de  fa  vaillance,  &  de  noflre  bonheur  ? 
 
 Tu  nefpauroïs  cacher  fa  peine  à  fa  victoire, 
 
 T)ans  les  murs,  hors  des  murs,  tout  parle  de  fa 
 
 gloire, 
 Tout  s'oppofe  à  effort  de  ton  injufie  amour, 
 
 Qui  veut  dun  fi  bon  fang  fouiller  un  f  beau  jour. 
 ~""  Albe 
 
HORACE.  553 
 
 Yc  facred  wreath?,  that  Envy  w: 
 
 You,  who  fro:n  Thunder  h  r'd  his  head} 
 
 Will  you  that  (acred  Head  ai  now, 
 
 Unto  a  def;  n's  blow  ? 
 
 Will  yc,  O  Romans^  on  a  day  like  this 
 
 See  and  permit  the  bloody  S  ! 
 
 Of  that  viftorious  Champion  ^  but  for  whom, 
 
 And  his  brave  Valour,  Rome  had  been  no  Rome} 
 
 And  fuffer  here  a  Roman  to  defame 
 
 With  Accufations his  illuftrious  Name! 
 
 Valerius,  fay,  where  would'ft  thou  have  him  dye, 
 
 What  Scene  is  proper  for  his  Tragedy  ? 
 
 Within  thefe  Walls,  where  ftill  the  People  raife 
 
 High  Acclamations  to  his  Valours  praife? 
 
 Or  in  the  Camp,  yet  fuming  with  a  flood 
 
 Of  the  late  conquer'd  Curialiis  Blood? 
 
 Or  elfe  amongft  the  Alban  Heroes  Tombs? 
 
 Sure  that  place  worft  the  Tragedy  becomes. 
 
 That  honourable  Field  that  witneffes 
 
 At  once  his  Prowefs  and  our  brave  Succefr. 
 
 Thou  canft  not  pofiibly  chufe  out  a  place, 
 
 To  be  the  Theatre  of  his  difgrace, 
 
 Wherein  his  noble Co:>quefts  will  not  rife 
 
 In  Glory,  to  reproach  your  Cruelties. 
 
 The  Camp,  the  Lifts,  within,  without  the  Town, 
 
 All  places  eccho  with  his  high  Renown. 
 
 All  things  oppofe,  and  all  Men  difapprove 
 
 The  vain  attempts  of  thy  unjufler  Love, 
 
 that 
 
554  HORACE. 
 
 Albe  ne  pourra  pas  fouffrir  un  tel  fpeffacle, 
 
 Et  Rome  par  fes  pleurs  y  mettra  trop  dobftacle, 
 
 Au  Roy. 
 
 Vous  les  préviendrez,  Sire,  à*  par  un  jufle  Ar- 
 
 reft 
 Vous  fçaurez  embrajfer  bien  mieux  f on  intérejl 
 
 Ce  qu'il  a  fait  pour  elle  il  peut  encor  le  faire, 
 Il  peut  la  garantir  encor  d'un  fort  contraire. 
 Sire9  ne  donnez  rien  à  mes  débiles  ans, 
 Rome,  aujourd'huy  m9 a  veu  père  de  quatre  enfans, 
 Trois  en  ce  me  fme  jour  font  morts  pour  fa  querelle. 
 Il  m'en  rejle  encor  un,  confervez-le  pour  elle, 
 N'oftezpas  àfes  murs  unfipuiffant  appuy, 
 Et  fouffrez  pour  finir  que  je  m'addrejfe  à  luy. 
 A  Horace. 
 Horace,  ne  croy  pas  que  le  Teuple  flupide 
 Soit  le  maijlre  abfolu  d'un  renom  bienfolide. 
 Sa  voix  tumultueufe  ajfez  fouvent  fait  bruit, 
 Mais  un  moment  l'élève,  un  moment  le  détruit, 
 Et  ce  qu'il  contribue  à  nofire  Renommée 
 Toujours  en  moins  de  rien  fe  dijjîpe  enfumée. 
 Cejl  aux  Rois,  c*eft  aux  Grands,  cyejl  aux  efprits 
 
 bien  faits, 
 A  voir  la  vertu  pleine  enfes  moindres  effet  s y 
 
 Cejl 
 
HORACE.  555 
 
 That  would  with  Blood  fo  Roman^  and  fo  pure 
 The  Glory  of  fo  bright  a  day  obfeure. 
 Alba  her  fclf  .that  Object  cannot  fee, 
 And  Rome  with  tears  will  flay  that  Tragedy. 
 Speaking  to  the  King. 
 
 But  Sir,  your  Juitice  will  prevent  that  doom, 
 You  underfland  the  interefts  of  Rome. 
 What  he  has  done  he  yet  may  do  again, 
 And  once  more  may  her  Liberty  maintains 
 Give  nothing  to  my  Age,  Sir,  in  this  cafe. 
 To  day  I  Father  of  four  Children  was, 
 Of  which  three  in  Rome  s  Quarrels  buried  are, 
 One  I  have  left,  referve  him,  Sir,  for  her. 
 Rob  not  this  City,  by  his  Sacrifice, 
 Of  that  defence  which  in  his  Valour  lies$ 
 And  give'me  your  Permiflîon,  that  I  may 
 Dired:  to  him,  what  I  have  left  to  fay, 
 Speaking  to  Horace. 
 
 Horatio,  do  not  think  the  common  bruit 
 Can  raife,  or  leffen  a  brave  Mans  repute. 
 The  Rabble  ever  do  delight  in  noife, 
 But  in  a  trice,  change  their  inconftant  Voice: 
 And  the  renown  they  give  us  bears  no  date, 
 But  perifhes  as  illegitimate. 
 It  is  for  Kings  great  ones,  for  Souls  that  are 
 Advanc'd  above  the  common  pitch  by  far, 
 To  cenfure  Virtue,  to  difcern,  and  know 
 The  noble  Spirits  from  the  mean  and  lo;y. 
 
 From 
 
5f5  H  O  R  A  C  E. 
 
 Oefl  d'eux  feuls  qu'on  reçoit  la  véritable  gloire, 
 Eux  feuls  de  vrais  Héros  ajf eurent  la  mémoire. 
 Vy  toujours  en  Horace,  &  toujours  auprès  d'eux 
 Ton  nom  demeurera  grande  illuftre,  fameux, 
 Bien  que  loccafion  moins  haute,  ou  moins  brillante, 
 D'un  vulgaire  ignorant  trompe  l'injufte  attente. 
 Ne  hay  donc  plus  la  vie,  &  du  moins  vy  pour  ?noy, 
 Et  pour  fervir  encor  ton  pais  &  ton  Roy. 
 
 Sire,  fen  ay  trop  dit,  mais  l'affaire  vous  touche 
 Et  Rome  toute  entière  a  parlé  par  ma  bouche. 
 
 Val.  Sire,  permettez-moy 
 
 Tulle.  Valére,  cefl  ajfezy 
 Vos  difcours  par  les  leurs  ne  font  pas  effacez^ 
 J'en  garde  en  mon  efprit  les  forces  plus  prejf antes. 
 Et  toutes  vos  raifons  me  font  encor  pre  fentes. 
 
 Cette  énorme  a£l ion  faite  prefque  à  nos  yeux 
 Outrage  la  Nature,  &  blejfe  juf qu'aux  'Dieux. 
 Un  premier  mouvement  qui  produit  un  tel  crime 
 Nefiauroit  luy  fervir  dexcufe  légitime, 
 Les  moins  févéres  loix  es  ce  point  font  d'accord, 
 Et  fi  nous  les  fuivons,  il  ejl  digne  de  mort. 
 Si  d'ailleurs  nous  voulons  regarder  le  coupable, 
 Ce  crime,  quoy  que  grand,  énorme,  inex  eu  fable, 
 Vient  de  la  mefme  êpée,  &  part  du  mefme  bras 
 Qui  me  fait  aujourdhuy  maiflre  de  deux  Etats. 
 
 Deux 
 
II  O   R   A  C  /<:.  s 57 
 
 From  then  alone  a  true  Renown  prOCCO 
 And  they  alone  record  ioua  deeds. 
 
 Do  always  like  thy  felf,  thy  Glory  then 
 Shall  live,  and  flourifh    ;nongft  worthy  Meni 
 Although  a  oce 
 
 Abufe  Diort 
 
 Abhor  thy    .  '    ift 
 
 For  mine,  thy  King's,  and  Country  reft. 
 
 Live, Rome*  Oppofers  bravely  to  oppofe, 
 And  right  her  Battels  with  the  braved  Foes. 
 
 Sir,  I  have  faid  too  much,  though  the  affair 
 May  well  excufe  a  Father  in  his  care. 
 I  have  pronoune'd  the  1  fenfe  of  Rome, 
 
 And  now  expc&ing  flay  your  final  doom. 
 
 VaL  Sir,  give  me  leave. 
 
 TulL  Valerius,  no  more, 
 I  yet  retain  all  you  have  faid  before, 
 And  have  confider'd every  Circamflar.ee, 
 Reafon,  and  Word,  that  ferves  to  prove  ^;;ce# 
 
 This  bloody  fad,  committed  in  defpight 
 Of  Law,  and  Juftice,  almoft  in  our  fight, 
 Violates  Nature,  nay  doth  higher  rife, 
 With  human  rage  to  wound  the  Deities  3 
 And  fudden  paflions  that  fuch  crimes  produce, 
 For  fafts  like  this,  are  but  a  wea1;  excufe. 
 Our  moft  indulgent  Laws  herein  fpeak  high, 
 And  by  their  cenfure  he  deferves  to  die. 
 If  by  another  way,  and  lefs  fevere, 
 We  do  confider  the  Offender  here.  His 
 
558  H  O  R  A  C  E. 
 
 <Deux  fceptres  en  ma  main,  Albe  à  Rome  affervie> 
 
 parlent  bien  hautement  en  faveur  de  fa  vie. 
 
 Sans  luyfobéïrois  où  je  donne  la  loy, 
 
 Et  je  fer  ois  Sujet  oh  je  fuis  deux  fois  Roy. 
 
 Affez  de  bons  Sujets  dans  toutes  les  Provinces] 
 
 Par  des   vœux  impuijfans  s'acquitent  vers   leurs 
 
 Princes. 
 Tous  les  peuvent  aimer >  mais  tous  ne  peuvent  pas 
 Par  d\illujlres  effets  affeurer  leurs  Etats, 
 Et  l'art  &  le  pouvoir  d'affermir  des  Couronnes 
 Sont  des  dons  que  le  Ciel  fait  à  peu  de  perfonnes^ 
 *De  pareils  fer  vit  eur  s  font  les  forces  des  Rois ; 
 Et  de  pareils  aujfi  font  au  dejfus  des  loix. 
 Qu'elles  fe  taifent  donc,  que  Rome  diffimule^ 
 Ce  que  des  fa  naijfance  elle  vit  en  Romule-, 
 Elle  peut  bienfouffrir  enfon  libérateur 
 Ce  quelle  a  bienfouffrir  en  fon premier  auteur. 
 
 Vy  donc,  Horace,  vy,  guerrier  trop  magnanime, 
 Ta  vertu  met  ta  gloire  au  dejfus  de  ton  crime, 
 Sa  chaleur  gêner  eu fe  a  produit  ton  forfait , 
 "D'une  caufe  fi  belle  il  faut  fouffrir  l'effet. 
 Vy  pour  fervir  l'Etat,  vy,  mais  aime  Valére, 
 §u'U  ne  refe  entre  vous,  ny  haine  ny  colère. 
 
 Et 
 
HORACE.  ïff 
 
 His  Crime,  though  incxcufablc,  proceeds 
 From  the  fame  Sword  and  Arm  have  done  thofe  deeds; 
 By  whofe  tftccls  Rome  bravely  overcame, 
 And  la  King  of  two  great  People  am. 
 The  double  Crown  on  Rome's  Imperial  Head, 
 In  favour  of  his  Life  does  highly  plead  : 
 But  for  his  Valour,  I  who  now  do  fway 
 A  two-fold  Scepter,  had  been  fore'd  t'obey^ 
 And  where  I  fit  a  double  Monarch  Crown'd, 
 Had  been  a  Captive  made,  fubdu'd,  and  bound. 
 Many  good  Subjeds  in  their  Countries  Wars 
 Can  only  ferve  their  Princes  by  their  Pray'rs. 
 All  Men  may  love  their  Kings,  but  every  one 
 Cannot  fecure  their  States  as  he  has  done. 
 The  art,  and  power  to  eftabJifh  Thrones, 
 x^re  Virtues  Heav'n  gives  few  private  ones. 
 Such  Servants  are  the  Nerves,  and  Strength  of  Kings, 
 The  Props  of  Kingdom?,  and  the  glorious  things 
 They  do  and  fuffer  in  their  Country's  Caufe, 
 Seats  them  above  the  cenfure  of  the  Laws. 
 Let  them  be  filent  then,  and  here  let  Rome 
 Forbear  to  utter  an  ungrateful  doom 
 On  an  offence  (he  faw  before,  when  yet 
 She  had  no  Name,  her  Romulus  commit  5 
 In  her  Deliverer  (he  may  forbear 
 The  fault  Ihe  could  in  her  rafh  Founder  fpare. 
 Live  then  brave  Soldier,  Spirit  too  fublime, 
 Thy  Virtue  fets  thy  Glory  'bove  thy  Crime. 
 
 Since 
 
j6o  HORACE. 
 
 Et  f oit  qu'il  ait  fuivy  t amour >  ou  le  devoir, 
 Sans  aucun  fentiment  re fous -toy  de  le  voir. 
 
 Sabine,  écoutez  moins  la  douleur  qui  vous  prejfe> 
 Chajjez,  de  ce  grand  cœur  ces  marques  de  foibleJfe> 
 Cejlenfechant  vos  pleurs  que  vous  vous  montrerez 
 La  veritable  fœur  de  ceux  que  vous  pleurez. 
 
 Mais  nous  devons  aux  "Dieux  demain  un  facrifice> 
 Et  nous  aurions  le  Ciel  à  nos  vœux  mal  propice > 
 Si  nos  Tre/ires  avant  que  de  facrijier. 
 Ne  trouv oient  les  moyens  de  le  purifier. 
 Son  père  en  prendra  foin -,  il  luy  fera  facile 
 *D'appaifer  tout  d'un  temps  les  Mânes  de  Camille. 
 Je  la  plain s>  &  pour  rendre  àfon  fort  rigoureux , 
 Ce  que  peut  fouhaiter  fon  efprit  amoureux, 
 Tuifquen  un  mefmejour  l'ardeur  d'un  mefme  zélé 
 Achevé  le  "D  eft  in  de  fon  amant,  &  d'elle, 
 Je  veux  quun  mefme  jour  témoin  de  leur  deux  mort  s 
 En  un  mefme  tombeau  voye  enfermer  leurs  corps. 
 
 Fin  du  cinquième  <Sc  dernier  Afte, 
 
 Since 
 
H  O    R  A  C  Ei  56i 
 
 Since  Gcncrofity  th*  Offence  did  make, 
 
 Th'EfFcft  wc  pardon  for  the  Caufe's  fake. 
 
 Live  to  thy  Country's  nobkft,  braveft  En  I 
 
 But  I  muft  have  you  and  kalertus  Friends  $ 
 
 And  in  a  Friendlhip,  fuch  as  (hall  permit 
 
 Fury  nor  Malice  to  extinguish  it. 
 
 And  whether  Love,  or  Obligation  were 
 
 The  Motives  made  him  proftcute  you  here, 
 
 Of  what  is  part  no  Memory  retain, 
 
 But  reconcile  him  to  your  Love  again. 
 
 And  fweet  Saùina,  let  your  great  Heart  chafe 
 
 Thefe  Marks  of  Frailty  from  your  lovely  Face. 
 
 You  can  their  Sifter  you  lament  exprefs 
 
 In  nothing  more,  than  in  lamenting  lefs. 
 
 But  we  to  Morrow  fet  apart  to  pay 
 
 Thanks  to  the  Gods  for  this  victorious  Day  -y 
 
 And  Heav'n  would  with  an  averted  Face 
 
 Receive  our  Vows,  and  would  withdraw  his  Grace, 
 
 Should  not  our  Priefts,  e  er  we  begin,  take  care 
 
 To  purifie  th' unhappy  Conqueror. 
 
 Be  that  his  Father  s  Task,  he  may  with  eafc 
 
 At  the  fame  time  Camilla's  Ghoft  appeafe. 
 
 I  pity  her,  and  wifh  her  Soul  may  have 
 
 What  Satisfaction  can  be  in  the  Grave$ 
 
 Since  in  one  Day,  one  Zeal's  ungovernM  Heat 
 
 Did  her  brave  Lover's  and  her  Fate  compieat. 
 
 .     .  O  o  The 
 
56i  HORACE. 
 
 The  Day  that  faw  them  die,  e'er  hence  he  goes, 
 Shall  fee  one  Monument  their  Corps  enclofe. 
 [The  King rifes,  and  all  follow  him  except  Julia. 
 
 SCENE    IV. 
 
 Jul.  Heav'n  fweet  Camilla  did  foretell, 
 The  Tragical  Event  drew  nigh  3 
 But  did  the  fecret  Part  conceal, 
 From  the  moft  piercing  Judgment's  Eye: 
 It  feem'd  to  fpeak  of  Nuptial  Joys, 
 It  feem'd  to  footh  thy  Innocence, 
 And  did  thy  Death  the  while  difgmfe, 
 Deluding  our  Intelligence. 
 
 "  Alba  and  Rome  to  Morrow  Jhall  furceafe 
 
 "  Their  Jars  jhy  Vows  areheardjheyJhallhavcPeace^ 
 
 "  And  thou  be  join' d  to  Curiace  in  a  Tie^ 
 
 "  Never  to  he  dijfoh'd  by  ^Deftiny. 
 
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