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 MATHIAS CASIMIRE SARBIEWSKI

 _The Odes of Casimire, Translated by G. Hils_

 (1646)

 With an Introduction by Maren-Sofie Roestvig

 Publication Number 44

 Los Angeles William Andrews Clark Memorial Library University of California 1953

GENERAL EDITORS

 RICHARD C. BOYS, _University of Michigan_ RALPH COHEN, _University of California, Los Angeles_ VINTON A. DEARING, _University of California, Los Angeles_ LAWRENCE CLARK POWELL, _Clark Memorial Library_

ASSISTANT EDITOR

 W. EARL BRITTON, _University of Michigan_

ADVISORY EDITORS

 EMMETT L. AVERY, _State College of Washington_ BENJAMIN BOYCE, _Duke University_ LOUIS BREDVOLD, _University of Michigan_ JOHN BUTT, _King’s College, University of Durham_ JAMES L. CLIFFORD, _Columbia University_ ARTHUR FRIEDMAN, _University of Chicago_ EDWARD NILES HOOKER, _University of California, Los Angeles_ LOUIS A. LANDA, _Princeton University_ SAMUEL H. MONK, _University of Minnesota_ ERNEST C. MOSSNER, _University of Texas_ JAMES SUTHERLAND, _University College, London_ H. T. SWEDENBERG, JR. , _University of California, Los Angeles_

CORRESPONDING SECRETARY

 EDNA C. DAVIS, _Clark Memorial Library_

INTRODUCTION

Mathias Casimire Sarbiewski (1595-1640) vas a Polish Jesuit whoseneo-Latin Horatian odes and Biblical paraphrases gained immediateEuropean acclaim upon their first publication in 1625 and 1628. [1] Thefine lyric quality of Sarbiewski’s poetry, and the fact that he oftenfused classical and Christian motifs, made a critic like Hugo Grotiusactually prefer the “divine Casimire” to Horace himself, and hispopularity among the English poets is evidenced by an impressive numberof translations. 

G. Hils’s _Odes of Casimire_ (1646), here reproduced by permission fromthe copy in the Henry E. Huntington Library, is the earliest Englishcollection of translations from the verse of the Polish Horace. It isalso the most important. Acknowledged translations of individual poemsappeared in Henry Vaughan’s _Olor Iscanus_ (1651), Sir EdwardSherburne’s _Poems and Translations_ (1651), the _Miscellany Poems andTranslations by Oxford Hands_ (1685), Isaac Watts’s _Horae Lyricae_(1706), Thomas Brown’s _Works_ (1707-8), and John Hughes’s _The Ecstasy. An Ode_ (1720). Unacknowledged paraphrases from Casimire include AbrahamCowley’s “The Extasie, ”[2] John Norris’s “The Elevation, ”[3] and anumber of Isaac Watts’s pious and moral odes. [4] Latin editions ofCasimire’s odes appeared in London in 1684, and in Cambridge in 1684and 1689. 

Another striking example of the direct influence of Casimire uponEnglish poetry is presented by Edward Benlowes’s _Theophila_ (1652). This long-winded epic of the soul exhibits not only a generalindebtedness in imagery and ideas, but also direct borrowings of wholelines from Hils’s _Odes of Casimire_. One example will have to suffice:

 Casimire, Ode IV, 44

 _Theophila_, XIII, 68

 Let th’ _Goth_ his strongest chaines prepare, The _Scythians_ hence mee captive teare, My mind being free with you, I’le stare The Tyrants in the face.... 

 Then let fierce Goths their strongest chains prepare; Grim Scythians me their slave declare; My soul being free, those tyrants in the face I’ll stare. 

Casimire’s greatest achievement was in the field of the philosophiclyric, and in a number of cases he anticipated poetic techniques andmotifs which later grew popular also with the English poets. Thus, longbefore Denham and Marvell, he practised the technique of investing thescenes of nature with a moral or spiritual significance. A comparisonof Casimire’s loco-descriptive first epode on the estate of the Duke ofBracciano with Denham’s _Cooper’s Hill_ (1642) reveals that the Polishpoet was the first to mix description with moral reflection, and tochoose the gentle hills, the calmly flowing river, and a retired countrylife as symbols of the Horatian golden mean. 

Some of Casimire’s richest imagery is found in his paraphrases of_Canticles_, and particularly in Ode IV, 21. Parts of this ode provide astriking parallel to the famous fifth stanza of Marvell’s “The Garden. ”In it Horace and Virgil meet with Solomon, the _hortus conclusus_ of theHebrew poet merging with the landscape of retirement as we find it inVirgil’s eclogues or in Horace’s second and sixteenth epodes. Much ofCasimire’s poetry, is indeed best understood as a conscious effort toapply the allegorical technique of _Canticles_ to the classical _beatusille_-themes, [5] just as his thought presents an interesting combinationof Stoic and Platonic ideas. 

The Polish poet, who was a university professor and a doctor oftheology, may easily have learned from the Hermetic writers how tocombine these great classical traditions. There is direct proof ofCasimire’s familiarity with the Hermetic tradition in his Ode II,  5(“E Rebus Humanis Excessus”), which is a paraphrase of _Libellus I_, sections 25 and 26. [6] Since Henry Vaughan was familiar with Casimire’spoetry, it is reasonable to suspect that Vaughan’s own treatment ofHermetic motifs owed much to this influence. If one compares Vaughan’sreligious nature lyrics and Casimire’s odes, a number of common poeticalmotifs are easily found, and so we are here again faced with the factthat themes which became popular in England in the mid-seventeenthcentury were anticipated in the Latin odes of Casimire. [7]

Hermetic ideas are also encountered in Casimire’s third epode, which combines a Horatian Stoicism with a neo-Platonlc or Hermeticinterpretation of the classical landscape of retirement. An avowed replyto Horace’s second epode, it expands the Horatian philosophy through theaddition of three new themes: the theme of solitude, the theme of theEarthly Paradise, and the theme of Nature as a divine hieroglyph. Itspresentation of the garden ecstasy of the retired _beatus vir_ thusstrikes the same note to which we know from Mildmay Fane’s “ToRetiredness” and Andrew Marvell’s “The Garden. ” In slightly adaptedform, these themes were to flourish in the poetry of the Countessof Winchilsea, Isaac Watts, John Hughes, and a number of earlyeighteenth-century nature poets. 

In the Romantic period Casimire’s fame was again revived. While still ayoung man, Coleridge planned a complete translation of Casimire’s odes, but never finished more than the ode “Ad Lyram. ” It was also Coleridgewho said that with the exception of Lucretius and Statius he knew noLatin poet, ancient or modern, who could be said to equal Casimirein boldness of conception, opulence of fancy, or beauty ofversification. [8] A knowledge of the themes and techniques of thisLatin poet should therefore be of interest to all students of Englishpoetry. 

 Maren-Sofie Roestvig University of Oslo

NOTES TO THE INTRODUCTION

1. For a complete bibliography, see Carlos Sommervogel, Bibliothèque dela Compagnie de Jésus (Bruxelles et Paris, 1896), VII, 627-646. 

2. In the preface to _The Ecstasy. An Ode_ (1720), John Hughes commentson Cowley’s indebtedness, in “The Extasie, ” to Casimire. 

3. Norris’s indebtedness has been pointed out by Hoxie N. Fairchild, _Religious Trends in English Poetry_ (New York, 1939- ), I, 110, n.  21. 

4. Compare Watts’s “False Greatness, ” “’Tis Dangerous to Follow theMultitude, ” and “The Kingdom of the Wise Man” to Casimire’s Ode IV, 34;IV, 10; and IV,  3. 

5. By this term is understood the themes presented in Horace’s secondepode on the happy country life. 

6. Hermes Trismegistus, _Hermetica_, ed. Walter Scott (Oxford, 1924-36), I, 129. 

7. No study has as yet been made of Casimire’s influence upon Englishliterature, but I hope shortly to publish the results of my owninvestigation of this problem. 

8. Coleridge prefaced his translation of the ode “Ad Lyram” with thisremark. See also _Biographia Literaria_, ed. John Shawcross (Oxford, 1907), II, 209. For further critical estimates, see Sir John Bowring, trans. , _Specimens of the Polish Poets_ (London, 1827), and CaeciliusMetellus, pseud. , “On the Life and Writings of Casimir, ” _The ClassicalJournal_, XXV (1822), 103-110. 

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 The ODES of CASIMIRE

 Translated by _G. H. _

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 LONDON, Printed by _T. W. _ for _Humphrey Moseley_, at the signe of the Princes Armes in _Pauls_ Church-yard, _1646_. 

 [Illustration]

 The ODES of CASIMIRE

 _Translated by_ G. H. 

 _Printed for _Humphrey Moseley_ at the Princes-Armes in Pauls Churchyard 1646. W. M. Sculp:_

 [Decoration]

 _Od. 1. Lib.  1. _

 Cum infestæ Thracum Copiæ Pannoniâ excessissent. 

 [Decoration]

 Od. 1. Lib.  1. 

 When the hatefull forces of the Thracians departed out of _Pannonia_. 

 Jam minæ sævi cecidere belli: Jam profanatis malè pulsa terris Et salus, & pax niveis revisit Oppida bigis: Iam fides, & fas, & amæna præter Faustitas, læto volat arva curru: Iam fluunt passim pretiosa largis Sæcula rivis. Candidi soles veterisq; venæ Fontibus nati revocantur Anni: Grandinat Gemmis, riguoq; Cœlum Depluit Auro. 

 The threats of cruell Warre now cease:, In stead of them safety and peace, Banish’d th’unhallowed earth, doe please ’Returne in their white Waine; Faith joyn’d with Truth, and Plenty too O’re pleasant fields doe nimbly goe; The precious Ages past, doe flow With liberall streames againe. Cleare dayes, such yeares as were of old Recalled are, o’th’ ancient mold, The Heavens hayle Pearles, and molten Gold Doth raine down-right in showres;

 Meq; veraci cecinisse plectro Inter Octobreis, tua festa, pompas, Prisca _Saturni_ rediisse sæcla, Approbat Orbis. Aurei patrum niveiq; mores, Exul & serâ procul usq; Thule, Candor, & pulchro remeare virtus Audet _Olympo_. 

 Whilst I with my Prophetique string Thy Winter feastivalls doe sing, The whole world doth with Ecchoes ring Old _Saturn’s_ age is ours. Our Fathers pure and golden rule Exil’d as farre as farthest Thule, Justice from bright _Olympus_ schoole Comes boldly back againe. 

 Lactis, & fusi per aprica mellis Garruli Campos secuêre rivi: Et superfuso tumuêre plenæ Nectare ripæ. Lætior vulgò seges inquietis Fluctuat culmis, titubantq; frugum Uberes Campi, nec avara sulcis Invidet æstas. Pastor Erranteis comitatus Hœdos Provocat raucas calamo cicadas: Mugiunt Colles, & anhela fessis Silva Iuvencis. 

 The streams which Milk and Honey yeild, Their passage cut through open field, And the full banks with Nectar swell’d Doe drowne the flowrie plaine. The glad Corne in the restles stalke Waves, and the fields as wee doe walke, So fruitfull reele, to any balke The Heat no spight doth owe. The Herdsmans Pipe to’s wandring Goats, Provokes the Grashoppers hoarse notes; The tyred Herd with strayned throats, Makes Hills and Woods to low. 

 Pace subsultant juga, pace rident Tetrica rupes: leve separatos Otium colleis amat, & sequestri Gaudia pagi. Te _Ceres_ flavis redimita culmis, Magne pacati moderator orbis, Te suis Æstas opulenta Circum- fundit aristis. Supplici Myrtus tibi servit umbrâ, Serviunt Lauri: tibi celsa longè Quercus assurgit, tremuloq; pinus Vertice nutat. Siderum præses, dominusq; terræ, Lucidâ Romam speculatus aree, Regna tranquillet, Cupidoq; patrem Te velit orbi. 

 The Mountaines leape, and rough Rocks smile For gentle Peace rejoyceth still Such solitary roomes to fill Hills set apart, ’lone Townes. _Ceres_ with yellow Chaplet, and The Summer rich with eares doth stand, Great Prince of our appeased Land, Thee to encompasse round. The Myrtle begs with humble shade To serve thee and the Laurel’s glade; The lofty Oake doth rise; Its head The trembling Pine doth bow; Hee that o’re Starrs and earth hath powre, Beholding us, from his bright Towre, Calms all, and sets thee father o’re The covetous world below. 

 Laurus annosum tibi signet ævum: Fata te norint, properentque parcæ Nescium carpi tibi destinatos Stamen in annos. Quæq; formosos sedet inter igneis, Sedulam pro te miserata _Romam_ Virgo, quam circum glomerantur albis Astra choreis. Curet effusas Latii querelas, Virginum castas juvenumque voces Curet, & votis procerum reclinem accommodet aurem. 

 The Laurell signe long life to thee, Let Fates and destinies agree To twine thy thred, which cannot bee Cut ’till th’appointed time. May shee amidst those glorious fires, For thy sake, pittying our desires, ’Bout whom the beauteous starrs inquires, And flowing measures swim; May shee, I say, our Country’s griefe Cure, and the chast complaints releive Of all our youth, and willing eares Apply to th’ praiers of all our Peeres. 

 Ad Aurelium Lycum. 

 _Ode 2. Lib.  1. _

 Nè plus æquo de adversâ fortunâ queratur. 

 To _Aurelius Lycas_. 

 Ode 2. Li.  1. 

 _That hee would not complaine too much of adverse fortune. _

 Indignas, Lyce, nænias, Et mæstum gemitu pectus, & hispidis Frontem nubibus expedi, Cum Sol non solito lumine riserit, Et fortuna volubilis Fati difficilem jecerit aleam. Quod vexant hodié Noti, Cras lambent hilares æquor Ætesiæ. Mœstum sol hodiè caput, Cras lætum roseo promet ab æquore. Alterno redeunt choro Risus & gemitus, & madidis propè Sicci cum Lacrymis joci. Nascuntur mediis gaudia luctibus, Sic fatis placitum. Suis Tempestiva fluunt fata periculis. 

 Unmanly howlings, _Lycuas_, leave, Thy sad breast doe not vex, nor grieve; Thy rugged brow from cloudes set free, Although with usuall beames ’on thee The Sun not shines; or fortune late Hath throwne the hardest chance of Fate. With th’ waves, that South windes tosse to day, The cheerfull Easterne gales will play; The Sun that now hangs downe his head, With joy from blushing _Thetis_ bed I’th’ morne will rise. Laughter and woe Keepe time, and in their courses goe. Cleare merriment succeeds wet eyes, And joyes in mid’st of sorrows rise. Thus pleaseth it the Fates, that flow With various hazards here below. 

 Fessos duxit heri boves, Dat magnis hodiè jura Quiritibus: Et quæ bobus ademerat, Imponit Gabiis, & Curibus juga. Idem Phosphorus aspicit Magnum quem tenuem viderat Hesperus. Quod si seria ludicris Fortuna placeat texere; Rusticus Hesternam repetet casam, Ridentis populi non humilis jocus: Et queis rexerat omnia, Findet laurigeris ligna securibus. Quod si defuerit salix Fasces pauperibus subjiciet focis. 

 Hee who his Oxen tyr’d, did drive, Doth lawes to day, to th’ City give: And the same yokes he tooke from those, Upon the Citizens impose. The day-starre great, that man doth see, Whom th’Evening saw in low degree. But if the things that serious are With Fortunes pastimes to compare Doth please you; See, this Country-man Betakes himselfe to’s farme againe, Of’s jeering neighbours th’only sport, And with those Axes which i’th’ Court Hee ruled all with, Cleaves his wood, Whose Helves are made of Laurell good. And if a want of wood there growes, The _Fasces_ on the fire he throwes. 

 Ad _Tarquinium Lavinum_. 

 Od. 13. Lib.  1. 

 Non si Sol semel occidit, Non rubris iterum surget ad Indiis; Nec si quos celeris rotæ Sors non exiguo proruit impetu, Non lapsos iterum levet, Arguto docilis ludere cum joco. Ne spem projice, _Tarquini_: Cujus pænè retro lambere pulverem Et vestigia diceris, Cum fortuna levem verterit orbitam, Effusam super & luto Fumantem poteris cernere purpuram. Tunc & risibus abstine, Neu turpi domino Lumina paveris: Neu calces nimium, memor Fortunæ geminam sæpe jaci pilam. 

 To _Tarquinius Lavinus_. 

 _Ode 13. Lib.  1. _

 As if the Sun that once doth set, From th’ blushing East a new birth doth not get As if that those whom Fortunes frowne By the swift violence of her wheele, throwes down, Shee would not raise again with ease, So active in such nimble sports as these. Despaire not (Sir) whose footsteps now Thou’rt said to kisse, and lick the dust of’s shooe, Let Fortune her light wheele but turne, And then _Tarquinius_, thou shalt soon discerne From his proud height, him downward thrust, His trampled robes smoking in mire and dust. Thy jeeres and laughter then forbeare, His all-bespattred lookes thou shalt not feare, Nor trample on, remembring how Fortune a double ball doth often throw. 

 Ad _Publium Memmium_. 

 _Ode 2. Lib.  2. _

 Vitæ humanæ brevitatem benefactis extendendam esse. 

 Qua tegit Canas modò bruma valleis, Sole vicinos jaculante monteis Deteget rursum. Tibi cum nivosa Bruma senecta In caput seris cecidit pruinis, Decidet nunquam. Cita fugit Æstas, Fugit Autumnus, fugient propinqui Tempora veris: At tibi frigus, capitiq; cani Semper hærebunt, neq; multa Nardus Nec parum gratum repetita dement Serta colorem. Una quem nobis dederat juventus: Una te nobis rapiet senectus: Sed potes, _Publi_, geminare magnâ Sæcula famâ, Quem sui raptum gemuêre cives. Hic diu vixit. Sibi quisq; famam Scribat Hæredem: rapiunt avaræ Cetera Lunæ. 

 To _Publius Memmius_. 

 _Ode 2. Lib.  2. _

 _That the shortnesse of mans life is to bee lengthened by good deeds. _

 The Valleys, now, all clad in gray By Winter, when Sol darts his ray On neighbouring hills, hee’l naked lay, As heretofore. But when the winter of thy yeares With snow, within thy locks appeares, When hoary frost shall dye thine haires, It parts no more. Summer, and Autumn’s quickly gone, Th’approaching Spring will passe as soon: Gray hayres, and chilling cold alone With thee will stay. To thy ill colour, Nard distill’d, Nor the renew’d perfumes o’th’ field Of flowres, can any vertue yeild, Or tak’t away. Thee, whom thy youth hath giv’n tó day. At night old age will take away. Thy time to double, is, to lay A fame most bright. Whom snach’d by death, his friends bemone, He hath liv’d long. Let every one Write Fames sole heire: that’s free alone, From th’ rape of night. 

 E Rebus Humanis Excessus. 

 _Ode 5. Lib.  2. _

 _A Departure from things humane. _

 _Ode 5. Lib.  2. _

 Humana linquo: tollite præpetem Nubesque ventique. Ut mihi devii Montes resedere, & volanti Regna porcul, populosque vastos Subegit aer! jam radiantia Delubra Divum, jam mihi regiæ Turres recessere, & relicta in Exiguum tenuantur urbes; Totasq; qua se cunque ferunt vaga Despecto Gentes. O lacrymabilis Jncerta fortuna! ô fluentûm Principia, interitúsque rerum!

 Lift me up quickly on your wings, Ye Clouds, and Winds; I leave all earthly things; How Devious Hills give way to mee! And the vast ayre brings under, as I fly, Kingdomes and populous states! see how The Glyst’ring Temples of the Gods doe bow; The glorious Tow’rs of Princes, and Forsaken townes, shrunke into nothing, stand: And as I downward looke, I spy Whole Nations every where all scattred lye. Oh the sad change that Fortune brings! The rise and fall of transitory things!

 Hîc ducta primis oppida mœnibus Minantur in Cœlum: hîc veteres ruunt Muríque turresq;: hîc supinas Pæné cinis sepelivit arces. Hîc mite Cœlum, sed rapidæ ruunt In Bella Gentes: hîc placida sedent In pace, sed latè quietos Dira lues populatur agros. 

 Here walled townes that threatned Heav’n, Now old and ruin’d, with the earth lye even: Here stately Pallaces, that thrust Their heads i’th’ayre, lye buried all in dust. Here the Ayre Temp’rate is and mild, But the fierce people rush to warres, most wild: Here in a joyfull peace they rest, But Direfull Murraines their quiet fields lay wast. 

 Hîc pænè tellus tota micantibus Ardet sub armis: stant acies adhuc Pendente fatorum sub ictu, Et dubio furor hæsitavit In bella passu: parte aliâ recens Jam mista Mavors agmina mutuam Collisit in mortem, & Cadentûm Cæde virûm, Cumulísque latos Insternit agros: hîc Mareotica Secura merces æquora navigant, Portusq; certatim frequentes Centum operis populisque fervent. 

 Here the whole Land doth scorching lye Under the glittering Armes o’ th’Enemy: Under the hovering stroke o’ th’ Fates The Armies yet both stand; and fury waites With doubfull steps, upon the warre; Fresh courage here, the mingled troopes prepare. Each against other fiercely run, And mutually they worke destruction: The slaughtered heapes in reeking gore With bloudy covering spread the fields all o’re: Here on safe Seas, as joyfull prize Is strip’d away th’Ægyptian Merchandize, Whilst the full Havens thick beset, Doe furiously with fierce contention fret. 

 Nec una Marti causa, nec unius Sunt Arma moris. Bellat Adultera Ridentis è vultu voluptas, Inq; _Helena_ procus ardet orbis. Hic verba bellis vindicat: hic canis, Heu vile furtum! Se mala comparant; Rarum sub exemplo superbit, Nec sceleris scelus instar omne est. 

 _Mars_ hath his divers Causes, and His severall fashion’d weapons to command. From the Adultresse smiling lookes Pleasure doth fight, and unto Warre provokes, The doting world with _Helen_ burnes. This sordid man, oh base advantage! turnes Revenge of vvords to blowes; Mischiefe begets it selfe, from mischiefe growes. Small sins by example higher dare, Nor doth all sin, alvvaies like sin appeare. 

 Eous illinc belligerâ latet Sub Classe pontus: Jam _Thetis_ æneá Mugire flammarum procellâ, & Attonitæ trepidare cautes, Et ipsa circum littora percuti Majore fluctu. Sistite barbari, Ferroq; neu simplex, & igni & Naufragio geminate fatum. 

 There th’Easterne Sea lyes coverd o’re With vvarlike Fleets: _Thetis_ begins to rore With stormes of flaming Brasse, and here Th’astonish’d Rocks all trembling stand with feare. The troubled Sea vvith vvinds beset With stronger vvaves ’gainst the full shore doth beat. Forbeare, cruell men to multiply With fire, Sword-vvrack your single destiny. 

 Parumnè Tellus in miseras patet Immensa mortes? hinc miserabili Quassata terrarum tumultu Stare pavent titubantq; regna, Unâq; tandem funditus obruunt Cives ruinâ. Stat tacitus cinis, Cui serus inscribat viator: _Cum populo jacet hic & ipso Cum Rege Regnũ. _ Quid memorem super- Infusa totis æquora portubus Urbes inundare, & repenti Tecta Deúm sonuisse fluctu. Regumq; Turres, & pelago Casas Jamjam latentes? jam video procul Merceisq; differri, & natantem Oceano fluitare gazam. 

 Is the large Earth too narrovv grovvne, Such slaughters, such dire tragedies to ovvne? Large Kingdomes there, brought under thrall With Tumult, stagger, and for feare doe fall; Where in one Ruine wee may see The dying people all o’rewhelmed lye. The silent dust remaines, to let The weary Pilgrim this Inscription set (In after times, at hee goes by) _King, Kingdome, People here entombed lye_. What should I name the raging Seas, Whole Havens over-flowing, and with these I’th’ sudden floud whole Cities drown’d The shaken Temples of the Gods that found? Kings Pallaces what should I name Now sunke i’th’ deepe, small Cottages i’th’ same? Vast wealth I see swept downe with th’ tyde Rich treasure in the Ocean floting glyde. 

 Alterna rerum militat efficax In damna mundus. Cladibus instruit Bellisq; rixisq; & ruinis Sanguineam libitina scenam, Suprema doxec stelligerum dies Claudat Theatrum. Quid morer hactenus Viator aurarum & serenas Sole domos aditurus usque Humana mirer? tollite præpetem Festina vatem, tollite nubila Qua solis & Lunæ Labores Cæruleo vehit æthra Campo. 

 The active world t’each others harmes Doth daily fight, and the pale Goddesse armes The bloudy scene with slaughters, warrs, With utter ruins, and with deadly jarrs; Thus there’s no _Exit_ of our woes, Till the last day the Theater shall close, Why stay I then, when goe I may-- To’a house enlightned by the Suns bright ray? Shall I still dote on things humane? Lift up your longing Priest, yee Clouds, oh deigne Lift m’up where th’aire a splendour yeilds Lights the sun’s chariot through the azure fields. 

 Ludor? sequaces aut subeunt latus Ferunt; venti? Jamque iterum mihi Et regna decrevere, & immensæ Ante oculos periêre gentes; Suóque semper terra minor Globo Jam jamque cerni difficilis, suum Vanescit in punctum? ô refusum Numinis Oceanum! ô carentem Mortalitatis portubus insulam! O clausa nullis marginibus freta! Haurite anhelantem, & perenni _Sarbivium_ glomerate fluctu. 

 Am I deceived? or doe I see The following winds on their wings mounting me, And now againe Great kingdomes lye Whole Nations perishing before mine eye? The earth which alwayes lesse hath beene Then’s Globe, and now, just now can scarce be seene, Into it’s point doth vanish, see! Oh the brim’d Ocean of the Deitie! Oh Glorious Island richly free From the cold Harbours of mortality! Yee boundlesse Seas, with endlesse flouds of rest Girt round _Sarbinius_ your panting Priest. 

 Ad Publium Memmium. 

 Od. 7. Lib.  2. 

 Esset humanis aliquod levamen Cladibus, si res caderent eâdem Quâ morâ surgunt; sed humant repentes Alta ruinæ. Nil diu felix stetit; inquieta Urbium currunt hominumq; Fata: Totq; vix horis jacuêre, surgunt Regna quot annis. Casibus longum dedit ille tempus, Qui diem regnis satis eruendis Dixit: elato populos habent mo- menta sub ictu. Parce crudeles, moriture _Publi_, Impio divos onerare questu, Densa vicinis nimiùm vagari Funera tectis. Quæ tibi primùm dedit hora nasci, Hæc mori primùm dedit. Ille longùm Vixit, æternum sibi qui merendo Vindicat ævum. 

 To _Publius Memmius_. 

 _Ode 7. Lib.  2. _

 Amidst our losse it were some ease, If things did fall, with the same stay, and leisure They rise; but sudden ruines seize On our most lofty things, and richest treasure. Nothing long time hath happy been. The restlesse Fates of peopled-Cities, passe: In a few hour’s destroy’d w’have seen, In many yeares what never raised was. He gave to Chance long time, that said One day’s enough, whole Kingdomes t’overthrow: Each moment holds a people swayd Under a fatall and exalted blow. Being neere thy death, then, _Publius_, spare To load the Gods, with thy blasphemous plaints; That Funeralls so frequent are, Or death so much thy neighbours house haunts. The houre, that first to thee gave life, That thou should’st likewise dye, gave first to thee. He hath liv’d long, who well doth strive Sure alwaies of eternall life to bee. 

 Ad Asterium. Ode 8. Lib 2. 

 At nos inani pascit imagine Fortuna rerum. Ludimur _Asteri_, Umbris amicorum; & doloso Verba simul placuêre fuco, Res esse stulti credimus. At simul Sors infidelem corripuit rotam, Gaudent recedenti Sodales Non eadem dare verba Divæ. Plerumq; falsis nominibus placent Humana. Rari pollicitis data Aequamus: & minor loquaci Relligio solet esse voto. 

 To Asterius. _Od 8. L. 2. _

 VV’Are mock’d with ’baytes that fortune flings And fed with th’empty husks of things: Shadowes, not friends we entertaine; W’are pleas’d with the deceitfull traine Of words, and thinke them deeds. But when Th’unconstant wheele shall turne agen To th’ parting Goddesse, wee shall see Those friends the selfe-same words deny. Things Humane under false names please. Our gifts match not our promises; Religion, lesse to be doth use, Then the large language of our vowes. 

 Ex sacro Salomonis Epithal. 

 Ode 19. L.  2. 

 Similis est dilectus meus capreæ, hinnuloque cervorum. 

 Out of _Solomon’s_ sacred Mariage Song. 

 _Ode 19. Lib.  2. _

 Vitas sollicitæ me similis capræ, Quam vel nimbisoni sibilus Africi, Vel motum subitis murmur Etesiis Vano corripit impetu. Nam seu prima metum bruma trementibus Incussit foliis, sive Diespiter Elisit resonis tela Cerauniis, Incertâ trepidat fugâ. At qui non ego te quærere desinam, Clamatura retrò, _Christe_, Revertere: & Rursus, cùm rapido fugeris impetu, Clamatura, Revertere. 

 Thou shunnest me, like to a fearfull Roe, Which, as the stormy North-winds blow, Or the rough noise o’ th’ suddaine Easterne blast, Is snatch’d away with forcelesse hast. For th’early frost the trembling leaves doth fright, Or else the Father of the light Hath hewne from th’ecchoing rocks his thundring darts, Hee hastens with such doubtfull starts. But till I find thee, I’le not cease, nor rest, But cry aloud, Returne, ô Christ: And when with swifter speed thou fly’st away, Returne againe, ô Christ, I’le say. 

 O seu te Libani terga virentia, Seu formosa rubræ culta Bethuliæ, Seu pinguis Solymæ, sive procul cavæ Cingunt rura Capharniæ; Tandem sollicitæ pone modum fugæ. Nam non effugies, Te mihi sedulis Aether excubiis prodet, & aureis Prodet Cynthia cornibus. Te neglecta gemunt littora, te procul Suspirat tacitis aura Pavoniis, Te noctis vigiles, te mihi vividis Signant sidera nutibus. 

 The tops of _Lebanus_, so green and gay, The faire tilths of _Bethulia_, Encompasse thee, old _Salem_’s fruitfull Land, Or else _Capharnia_ low doth stand. At length give o’re thy sad and carefull flight: Thou shalt not scape me, th’evening bright With its so watchfull Centry, thee’l betray, And th’Moone with golden hornes doth stray. By th’grones of the neglected shores I’le find Thee; and by th’sighs o’th’ Westerne wind; Thee the night’s watch, the starrs that walke about With lively signes will point thee out. 

 Diræ in Herodem. 

 Ode 24. L.  2. 

 _Diræ_ in _Herodem_. 

 _Ode 24. Lib.  2. _

 Devota sacræ progenies domus! Fatale monstrum! prodigialium Monstrum parentum! seu Libyssa Marmaricis leæ pavit antris, Seu te maligno sidere degener Pardus maritâ tigride prodidit, Furoris hæredem paterni; Sive gregis populator Afri Nudum sub alto destituit jugo; Seu belluosis fluctibus exspuit Irata tempestas nocentem Alitibusq; ferisq; prædam;

 Thou Cursed off-spring of that sacred place! Thou fatall monster of prodigious race! A Libyan Lyonesse in some Affrick den Gave nourishment to thee, thou shame of men. Or mungrill Libard with a shee-Tiger, hurl’d Thee, with a mischiefe, into th’hatefull world, Heyre to the fury of thy Syre, and damm; Or some wild Wolfe left thee a naked shame: Under a huge hard rock: some angry storme, From waves, with things so full of divers forme, For birds and beasts, spew’d th’up a banefull prey;

 Tuo severas pectore marmora Duxêre venas, marmora rupibus Decisa, quas Gætula cælebs Deucalio super arva iecit: Te sede primum livida regiâ Megæra fixit: Tisiphone dedit Sceptrum cruentandum feraq; Imposuit Diadema fronti; & Regale nuper cum premeres ebur Adsedit altis fulta curulibus, Et per Palæstinos Tyrannis Explicuit sua signa campos. 

 The Marble quarry, ’mid’st the raging Sea, It’s rigid veynes, from thy rough bosome drew; Marble, from those rocks hewne, _Deucalion_ threw Over _Gætulian_ fields: _Megara_ first Fix’d th’in thy regall seat, on thee accurst Then _Tisiphon_ the Scepter did bestow, And set the Diadem on thy savage brow: And as thy princely Ivory, of late Thou proudly lean’dst upon, close by thee sate With stately columnes prop’d, fell tyrannie, Her Ensignes, who through _Palestine_ let fly:

 Tremensq; & atrum sanguine â manu Telum coruscans secum Odia, & Minas, Cædemque & insanos tumultus, Funeraq; & populorum iniquas Strages, & indignum excidium retrò Lactantis ævi traxit, & inclyta Regnorum, inexhaustasque longis Cladibus evacuavit urbies. Illam & parentum dira gementium Lamenta, Questusque, & Gemitus retrò, Luctusque vicatim secuti, & Irriguis Lacrymæ catervis. 

 And her black sword with bloudy trembling hand Did brandish round, when straight at her command Hatreds, and strifes appear’d, murder and rage The horrid ruine of the new-borne age, Shee drew along; Tumultuous madness, all The slaughter’d peoples unjust funerall: Each famous kingdome, inexhausted towne In a large streame of bloud by her, o’re-throwne. Next followed Her, the plaints, and direfull grones Of sighing parents, rob’d of their little ones, Whole tydes of teares, sobs, and lamentings great And mourning in each corner of the street. 

 Quòd si caducis decidit amnibus Præsagus imber, quid pluvias sequi Cunctantur ultrices procellæ, Et volucrum strepitu quadrigarum Incussus æther pigra tonitrua & Immugientûm fulmina nubium Compescit, indulgentque metæ Aëriis vaga tela pennis?

 But if this show’r, from this sad cause begun, In too too narrow rivulets doth run; Why doe revenging stormes so much delay To back the rayne? what doth their fury stay? Why doth the shaken sky with rustling noise Of the Sun’s chariot, bridle in the voice Of the slow thunder? why the lightning stop From breaking through the clouds with hideous clap? Those ayrie feather’d arrowes in the darke That stray, why do they spare their cursed marke?

 At nil trisulcis Acroceraunia Dejecta flammis, nil Rhodopes jugum, Quassæve peccavêre Cautes Aemathiæ, risi forté dirum Inominatis marmora partubus Fudêre monstrum: rumpite, rumpite Monteisque, facundasque Regum Fulmina præcipitate rupeis. 

 _Acroceraunia_ with his three-fork’d flame. And that huge Hill the Thracian Queen gave name, _Æmathia’s_ craggy trembling rocks may passe Guiltlesse; they have not sin’d at all, alasse! Unlesse their Marble, with a prodigious birth, This direfull Monster teem’d, t’infest the earth: Breake then the mountaines, break yee lightnings, Throw headlong downe ye fruitfull rocks of Kings. 

 Exspiret auras; occidat, occidat Funestus, execrabilis, efferus Sector; crematuramque taxum Ipse super cumulumque regni Summum cadaver fumet, & aëra Cælumque diro liberet halitu Fatale monstrum, dissidentûm Ludibrium Furiarum, & Orci. 

 May hee exspire! oh may the murth’rer fall! Most execrable, cruell, tragicall! Upon his kingdom’s pile, and flaming yew Let his high carkasse blaze; the ayre anew May th’ monster purge from his infectious breath, The mocke of wrangling furyes, and of death. 

 Perrumpe tractus impenetrabileis Ignava tellus, desuper arduâ Volvente saxorum ruinâ: Quam pelagus super, & refusis Bis terque Nereus Syrtibus insonet. Audimur. Ingens sidera verberat, Spumamque, limumque, & rapaceis Oceanus glomeravit undas:

 Oh breake your entrayles, sluggish earth, and downe Let the high ruins of the rocks be throwne; ’Gainst which the waves o’th’raging Sea may rore And _Nereus_ with his Quicksands Boyling o’re: Wee’re heard. The climbing surges strike the stars And the big Ocean all her strength prepares; Her foame, and slimy mud sh’hath heap’d together Devouring waves toss’d with the worst of weather:

 Jam nutat æther, jam barathrum propé, Vastisque campi dissidiis hiant: Jam fractus illabetur orbis Sacrilego capiti. I, profunda Inexpiato pollue Tartara Tyranni leto: solus & igneum Insume Cocytum, & frementem Sulphureis Acheronta ripis. 

 The firmament doth shake, & Hell so neere Through the earths large chinks, which gapeth doth appear: The shatt’red world now falls on’s impious head, Goe, Tyrant with thy death unpardoned, Even Hell it selfe pollute, possesse, alone, _Cocytus_, and sulphureous _Acheron_. 

 Ex sacro Salomonis Epithalamio. 

 Fulcite me floribus, &c. 

 Adiuro vos, filiæ Jerusalem, ne suscitetis, &c. Ecce iste venit, saliens in montibus, transiliens colles, &c. 

 ODE 25. LIB.  2. 

 Out of _Solomons_ sacred Marriage Song, Cant.  2. 

 _Stay me with flagons, &c. _ _I charge O yee daughters of _Jerusalem_, that yee stirre not up, nor wake, &c. _ _Behold hee commeth leaping upon the Mountaines &c. _

 ODE 25. LIB.  2. 

 Me stipate rosariis, Me fulcite crocis, me violariis, Me vallate Cydoniis, Me canis, sociæ, spargite liliis: Nam visi mora Numinis Mî sacris animam torret in ignibus. Vos ô, vos ego filiæ Cælestis Solymæ; vos Galaditides, Vos ô per capreas ego Errantesq; jugis hinnuleos precor, Antiqui genus Isaci, Quæ saltus Libani, quæ viridem vago Carmelum pede visitis, Nymphæ nobilium gloria montium:

 Stay mee with saffron, underneath me set Full banks of Roses, beds of violet; Refresh mee with the choicest fruit, and spread The whitest Lillies round about my head: For the delay of the seene-pow’re divine In sacred flames, consumes this breast of mine. Yee Daughters of that holy Citie, yee! Yee Sisters! I, ’tis I, that humbly pray! O, I, intreat you, by each Hind, and Roe, That straying o’re the tops of Hills doe goe, Yee stock of ancient _Isaac_, yee that move With nimble foot through _Lebanus_ sweet grove, O’re _Carmels_ fragrant top! yee Nymphs so faire The glory of the noble Hills that are, Ne vexate tenacibus Acclinem violis: neu strepitu pedum, Neu plausæ sonitu manus Pacem solliciti rumpite somnii: Donec sponsa suo leves Somnos ex oculis pollice terserit: Donec Lucifer aureus Rerum paciferum ruperit otium. 

 Molest not my beloved with your cryes, Amongst the twining Violets that lyes: Doe not with claps of hands, or noise of feet, Awake her, from her carefull slumbers yet: Untill my Spouse, of her owne selfe, shall rise And wipe away the soft sleep, from her eyes; Untill the golden day-starre shall release All things from silent rest, and gentle peace. 

 Summis ecce venit jugis Formosæ soboles matris, & unica Formosi soboles patris: Silvarumq; super colla comantium, Et intonsum Libani caput, Magnorumq; salit terga cacuminum, ac Proceras nemorum domos Prono transiliens præterit impetu: Veloci similis capræ Qua visis humili in valle leonibus, Per prærupta, per ardua Sublimi volucris fertur anhelitu. 

 Behold from tops of yonder hills doth come The blessed off-spring of’s faire mothers womb, The only issue of’s bright father too, On the thick tops o’th’ groves doth leaping goe, The unshorne head of _Lebanus_ so hye Hee leaps, and the great backs of Mountaines by, The stately dwellings of the woods hee skips, And down again with nimble foot hee trips: Like to a frighted, and swift running Roe. Beholding Lions in a vale below, With an amazed haste, and deep fetch’d breath Through uncouth places runs t’escape his death. 

 Ad Egnatium Nollium. 

 Æquo semper rectoq; animo, adversus fortunæ inconstantiam standum esse. 

 _Ode 4. Lib.  3. _

 To _Egnatius Nollius_. 

 _That we ought to be of an even and upright mind, against the inconstancy of fortune. _

 _Ode 4. Lib.  3. _

 Sive te molli vehet aura vento, Sive non planis agitabit undis, Vince Fortunam, dubiasque _Nolli_, Lude per artes. Riserit? vultum generosus aufer. Fleverit? dulci refer ora risu: Solus, & semper tum esse quovis Disce tumultu. Ipse te clausus modereris urbem Consul aut Cæsar; quoties minantûm Turba fatorum quatient serenam Pectoris arcem. 

 Art thou blow’n on, with gentle gale, Or in rough waters forc’d to sayle? Still conquer Fortune, make but sports Of her, and her uncertain Arts. Laughs shee? turne bravely away thy face. Weeps shee? bring’t back, with smiling grace: When shee’s most busie, be thou than Retyr’d, and alwayes thine own man. Thus close shut up, thine owne free state Thou best mayst rule, chiefe Magistrate; When the fierce Fates shall most molest, The serene palace of thy brest. 

 Cum leves visent tua tecta casus, Lætus occurres: præeunte luctu Faustitas & pax subeunt eosdem Sæpe Penates. Dextra sors omnis gerit hoc sinistrum, Quòd facit molleis: habet hoc sinistra Prosperum, quem nunc ferit, imminenteis Durat in ictus. Ille qui longus fuit, esse magnus Desinit mœror, facilem ferendo Finge Fortunam; levis esse longo Discit ab usu. 

 When light mischance, thy fort, or thee Shall visit; meet it merrily: Good luck, and peace, in that house stay Where mourning, first, hath led the way. In dext’rous chance, this hurt we see, It makes us soft: Extremity-- This, prosperous hath, wheresoe’re it hits, It hardens, and for danger fits. The griefe that hath been of such length, Doth ’bate its violence and strength. By bearing much, make fortune frees Shee learnes, by custome, light to be. 

 Ad Marcum Silicernium. 

 Veras esse divitias, quæ à bonis animi petuntur. 

 _Ode 6. Lib.  3. _

 Nunquam præcipiti credulus aleæ Cum Fatis avidas composui manus, Ut mecum taciti fœdere prælii Aequâ pace quiescerent. Quid Fortuna ferat crastina, nesciam, Hæres ipse neci. Quas dedit, auferet, Non avellet opes, quæ procul extime Semotæ spatio jacent. Quæ possunt adimi, non mea credidi; Nunquam pauperior, si mens integer. Regnum, _Marce_, mei si benè de meis Vectigalia censibus-- Intra me numerem. Pars animi latet Ingens, divitibus lætior Indiis, Quo non ter spatio longiùs annuo Itur navibus, aut equis. Sed mens assiduum visitur in diem Hospes sæpe sui; non ebur, aut novas Mercatura dapes, ipsa sui satis Dives, si sibi cernitur. 

 To Marcus Silicernius. 

 _That those are the true riches which are fetch’d from the goods of the mind. _

 _Ode 6. Lib.  3. _

 A rash believer of their ticklish play, With Fates, I ne’re joyn’d greedy hands in hast. From the strict course of private jarres, that they With mee, in such an equall peace should rest. I know not what to morrow’s fortune brings Heire to my selfe alone. The wealth she gave Lyes in my outmost roomes, ’mongst worst of things; Which, without force, she may for taking have. Things can be ta’ne away, I ne’re thought mine; Not poorer I, if mine owne selfe compleat. I kingdome, _Marcus_, of my selfe I find If the great custome of mine owne estate-- Within me I could in just numbers cast. A great part of my mind lyes close, more wide Then the rich Indyes are, to which at most But thrice a yeare, we can but sayle or ride. But my rich mind, oft to it selfe a guest, By its owne selfe is daily visited; Not ’bout to buy Toyes for a roome, or feast, If of its selfe it’s seen, it’s richly fed. 

 _Ad Aurelium Fuscum. _

 Omnia humana Caduca, incertaque esse. 

 _Ode 12. Lib.  3. _

 Si primum vacuis demere corticem Rebus. _Fusce_, velis, cetera diffluunt Vernæ more nivis, quæ modò nubium Leni tabuit halitu. Formosis reseces fortia; displicent. Externis trahimur; si malè Dardanis Respondens Helenæ pectus amoribus Famosus videat Paris; Nusquam per medii prælia Nerei Ventorumque minas splendida deferat Graii furta thori sed benè mutuo Rerum consuluit jugo Naturæ Dominus, quòd niveis nigra, Lætis occuluit tristia. Qui bona Rerum de vario deliget agmine, Consulto sapiet Deo. 

 To _Aurelius Fuscus_. 

 _That all humane things are fraile and uncertaine. _

 Ode 12. Lib.  3. 

 If the first barke, _Fuscus_, thou would’st but pare From empty things, the rest will flow, And vanish quite like vernal snow; Which melts away, with the mild breath o’th’ ayre. Valour from beauty sever’d, slowly moves. Meere outsides please: had _Paris_ seene Faire _Helens_ heart, how foule ’t had beene, How ill requiting to the _Trojan_ Loves, Ne’re, through the midst of _Nereus_ broyles, had hee Or the winds anger, borne away O’th’ Grecian bed that beauteous prey. But Nature’s Lord, the mutuall yoke, we see, Of things hath ord’red well, that black with white, Sad things with joyfull cov’red lye. And from this various mixture, hee The best would choose, from Heav’n must learne the right. 

 _Ad Cæsarem Pausilipium. _

 Regnum sapientis. 

 _Ode 3. Lib.  4. _

 To Cæsar Pausilipius. 

 _The kingdome of a wise man. _

 _Ode 3. Lib.  4. _

 Latè minaces horruimus Lethi Regnare Thracas. Latius imperat, Qui solus, exemptusque vulgo Certa sui tenet arma voti. Imbelle pectus parce fidelibus Munire parmis; neu latus aspero Lorica cinctu, neu decorum Arcus amet pharetraque collum. 

 The large-commanding Thracians wee Have fear’d. More large command hath hee, Who all alone himselfe retyres, And keepes sure guard o’re his desires. Thy unwarlike breast, with shield of proofe Forbeare to fortifie; throw off From thy unpractic’d sides the shirt Of Mayle, so hard about thee girt. Let not the Quiver and the bow Such homage to thy soft neck doe. 

 An Cimber, an te lectus ab ultimis Pictus Britannis ambiat, an Geta, Nil allabores; ipse miles, Ipse tibi pugil, ipse Ductor. Exile regnum, _Pausilipi_, sumus: Sed se obsequentem qui sibi subdidit, Hic grande fecit, si suasmet Ipse roget peragatque leges. 

 Whether’t bee _Dane_, or _Pict_, ta’ne out From farthest _Brittaine_, hems th’about Or _Goth_, ne’re labour much to know Thine owne Commander, Champion too. Wee are--’tis true a kingdome small; But, _Pausilipius_, hee that shall His flatt’ring selfe, t’ himselfe subdue, A businesse great doth undergoe; If his owne lawes hee can perswade, And doth performe them being made, Armata Regem non faciet cohors, Non tincta vulgi purpura sanguine, Aut nobili stellatus auro Frontis apex, teretique gemmâ. Rex est, profanos qui domuit metus: Qui cùm stat unus, castra sibi facit; Casumq; fortunamque pulchro Provocat assiduus duello. 

 An host, makes no Kings title good, Nor Robes deepe dy’d in peoples blood. A high brow set with starrs of gold, Or Jems more glorious to behold. Hee who hath tam’d all coward feares, And his owne Guard himselfe prepares, Who practic’d, in faire combate, first Dares Chance and Fortune do their worst;

 Non ille vultum fingit ad improbi Decreta vulgi, non popularia Theatra, non illum trophæa, Non volucri movet aura plausu. Beatus, à quo non humilem gravis Fortuna vocem, non tumidam levis Expressit umquam curiosis Dum tacitus premit ora fatis. 

 That man’s a King. Hee doth not faine His lookes to th’ votes o’th’ vulgar straine, The popular stage, and publike showes Ne’re moves him, nor the ayre that blowes With swift applause; Hee’s blest whose sprite Fall Fortune sad, or fall she light, Hath ne’re exprest, to th’standers by, A low complaint, or haughty cry; But, lest the curious Fates displease-- Hee should, holds modestly his peace. 

 Ad prima si quis vulnera non gemit, Solo peregit bella silentio: Celare qui novit sinistros, Ille potest benè ferre casus. Ille, & caducis se licet undi; Suspendat auris pontus, & in caput Unius & flammas, & undam, & Vertat agens maria omnia Auster, Rerum ruinas, mentis ab arduà Sublimis aulà, non sine gaudio Spectabit, & latè ruenti Subjiciens sua collo cælo

 At’s first wounds, who nor grones, nor quakes, A Conquest with his silence makes: Hee that mischance knowes how to hide, The worst of ills, can best abide. Hee, though the Sea should every where Hang up its waves i’th’ flitting ayre; And the rough winds on him, should presse Flames mix’d with billowes, nay whole Seas, From the high Court of’s lofty mind I’th’ midst o’th’ ruine, sport can find; Sets to his neck to th’ falling skye, Mundum decoro vulnere fulciet; Interq; cæli fragmina, lugubre Telluris insistet sepulchrum, ac Incolumis morientis ævi Heres, ab alto prospiciet, magis Hæc magnæ quam sint quæ pedibus premit, Quàm quæ relinquet; jam tum Olympi Non dubius moriturus hospes. 

 And props the world most valiantly: To the now gasping Age safe heyre, Leans on the Earth’s sad sepulchre, Whence, ’midst the fragments of the skye, Hee sees most clearly from on hye, How much more great those things appeare, Hee treads on, then indeed they are, Being then prepar’d, and ready drest To dye _Olympus_ certaine guest. 

 Quò cùm volentem fata reduxerint, Nil interest, an morbus, an hosticus Impellat ensis, quò supremum Urget itur. Semel advehemur Quam navigamus semper in insulam Seu lata magnis stravimus æquora Regis carinis; seu Quirites, Exiguâ vehimur phaselo. Illo beatum margine me meus Exponat asser. Cur ego sistere Aeterno reformidens quietus Littore, si peritura linquam?

 Where, when by th’ Fates hee’s gladly brought, Whether disease, it matter’s not, Or enemies sword, doth thrust him on, When his last journey he must run. To th’ Port wee are but once brought in To which w’have alwayes sayling bin: Whether, as mighty Princes, wee In gallant ships have spread the Sea; Or, as the common sort of men, In smaller Barks, have carryed been. May my poore bottome to that brinke Mee happy bring; why should I shrinke-- Safe on th’Aeternall shore to stand, If with such trash I can shake hand?

 _Ad Q. Delliam. _

 Non tam populari exemplo, quâm potius rationis ductu vitam esse instituendam. 

 _Ode 10. Lib.  4. _

 To Q. Dellius. 

 _That our life ought not to bee instituted so much by popular example, as by the guiding of reason. _

 _Ode 10. Lib.  4. _

 Delli, si populo duce Vita degenerem carpimus orbitam, Erramus, procul arduis Virtus se nimium seposuit jugis. Illuc quò via tritior, Hoc est certa minùs. Longus inutili Error nectitur ordine: Et mores populum, non ratio trahit. 

 Wee erre (my _Dellius_) if wee take That baser path of life, the people make; In highest and remotest Hills Vertue sequesters up her selfe, and dwells. There where the way more beaten lyes, Lesse certaine, and more slipp’ry alwayes ’tis. From fruitlesse order, errours grow; Custome, not reason, drawes the people now. 

 Casu vivitur, & viam Non metam premimus, quà præeuntium Per vestigia civium Insanæ strepitus plebis, & improbæ Voces invidiæ vocant. Exemplis trahimur & trahimus retrò, Soli nemo sibi est malus, Nulli vita sua est: dum vaga postero Tubam turba premit gradu, Sunt primi exitio sæpè sequentibus. 

 Men live by Chance, our time we spend I’th’ way, like Truants, and forget the end, Where ’mid’st the throng of passers by, The noyse of the mad rout, the hatefull cry Of envy, calls, wee’re drawne amaine B’example; others wee draw back againe; No man is ill to himselfe alone, Nor no mans life is onely call’d his owne. Whil’st that the rambling rout treads o’re With after steps, the heeles of them before, They that goe formost are design’d A mischiefe oft to those that come behind. 

 Me Parnassus & integer Plebeiis Helicon cætibus eripit Sublimem; undè vagantium Errores animorum, & malè desidis Vulgi damna patent. Juvat Ex alto intrepidum colle jacentià Despectare pericula, & Cantum non propriis vivere casibus. 

 _Pernassus_, and chaste _Helicon_ Sublimes and takes mee from the vulgar throng: From whence, the false mistakes I view And wandring mindes of the too slothfull crew; And from on hye I fearelesse see, With sport, the dangers that below me lye; Thus warily with joy I live, And by, other mens mischances I can thrive. 

 _Ad Sigismundum Lætum. _

 Gloriæ inanis despicientiam & silentium commendat. 

 Ode 11. L.  4. 

 To Sigismundus Lætus. 

 _Hee Commends the despising of vaine-glory, and silence. _

 Od. 11. Lib.  4. 

 Læte, quid cassis sequimur fugacem Gloriam telis? fugit illa Mauri More, vel Parthi, regeritque ab ipso Vulnera tergo. Hospes unius negat esse tecti Garrulus vulgi favor: hîc inani Aure rumores legit, inde veris Falsa remiscet. 

 Why fleeting glory follow wee, _Lætus_, with weapons all in vaine? When like a Moore, or Parthian, shee Flyes at her backe with wounded Trayne. The Talking-peoples love, denyes Under one roofe a guest to fix: With’s empty care, one takes up lyes, And them with truths, doth subt’ly mix, Hîc velut nidum positurus hæsit, Mox ubi vano vacuum tumultu Pectus illusit, tacitis in altum Subsilit alis, Vera laus sciri fugit. Ipse pulcher Se suâ Titan prohibet videri Luce: qui totus potuit latere, Major habetur. 

 Another sticks, and thinkes to build His nest: but when he plainly sees His empty breast with noise beguild, Aloft with silent wings, hee flees. True praise would not be knowne; the Sun Forbids from being seen below By his own light: and hee that can Ecclipse himselfe, doth brighter show. 

 Qui premit sacram taciturnitate Pectoris gazam; benè non silenti Tutus in vulgo benè suspicaci Regnat in aulâ. Præterit mutas benè cymba ripas; Quæ simul raucis strepuêre saxis, In latus cautam sapiens memento Avertere proram. 

 Hee that in silence, of his mind The sacred Treasury containes; Safety i’th’ vulgar noyse doth find: In’s doubtfull Court, and wisely raignes. Still banks thy Pinnace well may passe. But when with hoarse rocks they do roare, Remember wisely to forecast And turn’t aside with wary Oare. 

 _Ad Ianum Libinium. _

 Solitudinem suam excusat. 

 _Ode 12. Lib 4. _

 To Ianus Libinius. 

 _Hee excuses his retyrednesse. _

 _Ode 12. Lib.  4. _

 Quid me latentem sub tenui lare Dudum moretur, cùm mihi civium Amica certatim patescant Atria, sæpe rogas _Libini_. Me plenus, extra quid cupiam? meo In memet ipsum clausus ab ostio, In se recedentis reviso Scenam animi vacuumq; relustro Vitæ theatrum, sollicitus mei Spectator, an quæ fabula prodii Matura procedam, & supremo Numinis excipienda plausu. Omnes recenset numen, & approbat Vel culpat actus: quo mea judice Si scena non levè peracta est, Sim populo sine teste felix. 

 What ’tis detaines me here, and why-- I hide my selfe from every eye. How in so poore a house I spend My houres, y’have often ask’d me, friend; When the free Courts of free-borne men, Fall out, which first shall let me in. I enjoy my selfe, what need I more? Of every sense I lock the dore; And close shut up, a taske I find In the retyring house o’th’ mind: The Theatre of my life I view My owne spectator and iudge too-- Whether the tale I first begun In well digested Acts I’ue spun; In every scene, if every clause Goes neatly off, with heav’ns applause: Each Action scan’d, is there set free Or sentenc’d by authoritie-- If there, with _well Done_ I escape, I’me blest without the peoples clap. 

 Odi loquacis compita gloriæ Plebeia: quam cùm fama faventibus Evexit auris, sæpe misso Invidiæ stimulata telo, Aut invidentûm territa vocibus, Parùm obstinatis & malè fortibus Dimittit alis. Illa nudam Plangit humum, lacerosq; saxis Affligit artus. Me meliùs tegat Privata virtus, & popularia Numquam volaturum per ora Celet iners sine laude tectum. Semota laudem si meruit, vetat Audire virtus. Tutiùs invidi Longinqua miramur: propinquis Lævus amat comes ire Livor. 

 I hate the common road of praise, Or what the gaping vulgar raise, Which with a pleasant gale a while Fame hurries, but doth soone beguile: Now Envie’s sting it feeles, ere long Th’Artillery of some spightfull tongue: Thus chac’d, with weak’ned wings it dyes; Or torne, on the bare ground it lyes. A private fame, a meane house, where I live conceal’d from popular ayre, Best fits my mind, and shelters me: Vertue t’her owne praise deafe should be. Our emulation, things a farre off command, But Envy haunts things that are neere at hand. 

 _Ad Cæsarem Pausilippium. _

 Adversa constanti animo ferenda esse. 

 _Ode 13. Lib.  4. _

 Si quæ flent mala lugubres Auferrent oculi, Sidoniisego Mercarer benè lacrymas Gemmis, aut teretum merce monilium, At ceu rore seges viret, Sic crescunt riguis tristia fletibus. Urget lacryma lacrymam; Fecundusq; sui se numerat Dolor. Quem fortuna semel virum Udo degenerem lumine viderit, Illum sæpè ferit; mala Terrentur tacito fatæ silentio. Ne te, ne tua fleveris Quæ tu, care, vocas, _Pausilipi_, mala, Quam pellunt lacrymæ, fovent Sortem: dura negant cedere mollibus. Siccas si videat genas, Duræ cedet hebes sors patientiæ. 

 To Cæsar Pausilippius. 

 _That adversity is to bee endured with a constant mind. _

 Ode 13. L.  4. 

 If mournfull eyes could but prevent The evils they so much lament Sidonian Pearles, or Gems more rare, Would be too cheap for ev’ry teare. But moyst’ned woes grow fresh, and new, As Come besprinkled with the dew. Teare followes teare, and fruitfull griefe Hath from it selfe, its owne reliefe. The man whom Fortune doth espy With drooping spirit, and moyst’ned eye, Shee, often strikes; ill Fate, amaine Runs Scarr’d no notice being ta’ne. Bewayle not then thy selfe, deare friend, Or evills that on thee attend; What they expell, teares cherish oft; Hard things deny to yeild to soft. Mischance is conquered, when she spies A valiant patience with dry eyes. 

 _Ad Crispum Lævinium. _

 Rogatus cur sæpè per viam caneret, respondet. 

 _Ode 44. Lib 4. _

 To Crispus Lævinius. 

 _Being asked why hee sung so often as hee travailed, hee answers. _

 _Ode 44. Lib.  4. _

 Cum meam nullis humeros onustus Sarcinis tecum patriam reviso Lætus, & parvo mihi cumque dives Canto viator. Tu siles mœstùm: tibi cura Musas Demit, & multi grave pondus auri. Quæque te quondam male fida rerum Turba relinquet. Dives est qui nil habet; illa tantùm Quæ potest certâ retinere dextrâ, Seque fert secum vaga quò, migrare Jussit egestas. 

 As cheerefully I walke with thee, My shoulders from all burdens free. Our native soyle again to see Rich to my selfe I sing, Whil’st care strikes thee, and thy Muse dumb, The heavy weight of thy vast summe, Or what estate in time to come The faithlesse rout may bring. Hee’s rich that nothing hath; Hee that In’s certaine hand holds his estate, That makes himselfe his constant mate Where need commands him go;

 Quid mihi, qui nil cupiam, deesse Possit? umbro si placet una _Pindi_ Vallis: ô sacrum nemus, ô jocosa Rura Camœna! Quæ meos poscet via cunq; gressus, Delphici mecum, mea regna, colles Itis, & fessum comitante circum- Sistitis umbrâ. Me Gothus sævis religet catenis, Me Scythes captum rapiat; solutâ Mente, vobiscum potero tremendos Visere Reges. 

 What can I want, that nought desire? Then _Pindus_ vale, I reach no higher: O sacred Grove! O pleasant quire In those coole shades below! What paths soe’re my steps invite Ye Delphian hills, my sole delight Doe goe with mee; in weary plight, And veyle me with good grace. Let th’_Goth_ his strongest chaines prepare, The _Scythian_ hence mee captive teare, My mind being free with you, I’le stare The Tyrants in the face. 

 _Ad Munatium. _

 Nihil in rebus humanis non tædio plenum esse. 

 _Ode 15. Lib.  4. _

 To Munatius. 

 _That nothing in humane affaires is not full of tediousnesse. _

 Ode 15. L.  4. 

 Nil est, _Munati_, nil, iterùm canam, Mortale, nil est, immedicabilis Immune tædî. Clarus olim Sol proavis atavisque nobis, Parùm salubris, nec maculâ reus Damnatur unâ; quicquid in arduo Immortale mortales _Olympo_ Vidimus, invidiæ caducâ Fuscamus umbrâ. Non placet incolis Qui Sol avitis exoritur jugis; Aut prisca quæ dudum paternam Luna ferit radiis fenestram. 

 Nothing _Munatius_, nothing I sing’t againe, That’s mortall, nothing from th’uncured paine Of tediousnesse is free. The Sun Which bright to our forefathers shone To us, but little healthfull, doth appeare, And though not guilty of one spott, not cleare: Whatsoe’re immortall thing we see In high _Olympus_, silly wee Doe over-cast with Envy’s shade; here one From his owne native Hills the rising Sun. Disclaimes; or th’ancient Moone, that strikes Her beames through’s fathers glasse, dislikes. 

 Cælo quotannis, & patriis leves Migramus arvis; hunc tepidæ vocant Brumæ Batavorum, huic aprici Ausoniæ placuêre soles. Frustrà; fideles si dominum retrò Morbi sequuntur, nec tacitus Dolor Absistit, aut Veiente curru, Aut Venetâ comes ire cymbâ. 

 Each yeare we change our ayre, and soyle, so light; Him, _Hollands_ warmer Climate doth invite: Another differs, and doth cry _Ausonia_’s clearer Suns please mee. In vaine all this, if faithfull sicknesses Wait close behind; if secret griefes ne’re cease, All’s one, whether in Chariot Thou goest, or in Venetian boat. 

 Tandemque nobis exulibus placent Relicta; certam cui posuit domum Virtus, huic nunquam paternæ Fumus erit lacrymosus aulæ. Virtus agresti dives in otio Sese ipsa claudit finibus in suis Plerumque, & insonti quietum In paleâ solium reclinat. 

 Poore exiles! then, things left doe please us most, Who a sure building can from vertue boast, To him the smoke of’s father’s Hall Doth never hurt his eyes at all. Vertue oft-times, rich in a rustick ease Confines her selfe to her owne private blisse; And in the guiltlesse straw, her throne With great delight can leane upon. 

 Ad Iesum Opt. Max. 

 Ex sacro Salomonis Epithalamio. 

 _Indica mihi quem diligit anima mea, ubi pascas, ubi cubes in meridie. _

 Ode 19. Lib.  4. 

 Dicebas abiens: Sponsa vale; simul Vicisti liquidis nubila passibus. Longam ducis, Jesu, In desideriis moram. Ardet iam medio summa dies polo, Jam parcit segeti messor, & algidas Pastor cum grege valleis, Et picta volucres petunt. At te quæ tacitis destinet otiis O Jesu regio? quis mihi te locus Cæcis invidet umbris, Aut spissâ nemorum coma? Scirem quo jaceas cespite languidus, Quis ventus gracili præflet anhelitu, Quis rivus tibi grato Somnum prætereat sono; Ah! nè te nimio murmure suscitent Nostræ diluerent flumina lacrymæ, Et suspiria crudis Miscerentur Etesiis. 

 Out of _Solomon_’s sacred Marriage Song. 

 CHAP. 1.  7. _Tell mee (ô thou whom my soule loveth) where thou feedest, where thou makest thy flocks to rest at noone, &c. _ παραφραστικῶς

 Od. 19. Lib.  4. 

 Thou said’st, farewell my Spouse, & went’st away More fleet then Clouds with liquid paces stray: Oh what a longing, Jesu thus With thy delay thou mak’st in us? ’Tis now high noone, the scorching Sun doth burne I’th’ mid’st o’th’ pole, the mower spares the corne, The Shepheard, with his flocks, is glad-- And painted birds, to seeke coole shade. But Jesu! where art thou? what region’s blest By holding thee so long in silent rest? What darksome shade denyes my love? Or with thick boughs what shady Grove? Knew I on what green Turfe thou dost repose Thy fainting limbs; what wind with soft breath blowes’ What streame, with bubling, passing by Disturbs thy sleep, or wakens thee; Oh! lest the too much noise should raise thee, I Would let fall streams of teares should qualifie; My warmer sighes thou mix’d should’st find With the cold blasts o’th’Easterne wind. 

 _Ex sacro Salomonis Epithalamio. _

 En dilectus meus loquitur mihi: Surge, propera amica mea, columba mea, formosa mea, & veni. Iam enim hiems transiit, imber abiit & recessit. &c. 

 _Ode 21. Lib.  4. _

 Out of _Salomon_’s sacred marriage song. 

 _My beloved spake and said unto mee, rise up my love, my Dove, my faire one, and come away; for loe the winter is past, the raine is over and gone: the flowers appeare on the earth, the time of singing of birds is come, and the voice of the Turtle is heard in our Land. The fig tree putteth forth, &c. _

 _Ode 21. Lib.  4. _

 Fallor? an Elysii lævâ de parte Sereni Me mea vita vocat! Surge soror, pulchris innectito lora columbis; Pulchrior ipsa super Scande rotas, Libaniq; levem de vertice currum, Has, age flecte domos. Ad tua decidu fugiunt vestigia nimbi, Turbidus imber abiît: Ipsa sub innocuis mitescunt fulmina plantis, Ipsa virescit hiems. 

 Do I mistake? or from Elyzium cleare My life’s call doe I heare? Sister arise, and harnesse thy sweet paire Of Doves, thy selfe more faire; Mount and drive hither, here let thy Chariot stop, From _Libanus_ hye top; At thy approach the falling showres doe fly, Tempestuous stormes passe by, The lightning’s quench’d under thy harmlesse feet, Winter turnes Spring to see’t. 

 Interea sacris aperit se scena viretis Sub pedibusq; tibi Altera floret humus, alterq; vagantia lætus Sidera pascit ager. Hic etiam trepidi pendent è rupibus hædi, Præcipitesq; capræ; Hinnuleique suis, passim dum flumina tranant, Luxuriantur aquis. 

 While in the sacred Green, a bow’re we see Doth spread it selfe for thee. The Earth new Turff’s it selfe for thee to tread, The straying starrs fresh fields make glad. Here with their dams, of Kids th’amazed flocks Hang on steep sides of Rocks; Here as they swim, the wanton Hinds do play In the coole streames all day. 

 It Leo cum Pardo viridis de colle Saniri Mitis uterque regi, Cumque suo passim ludunt in montibus agno Exsuperantque juga. Plurimus hos circum tacito pede labitur amnis, Pumicibusque cavis Per violas lapsæ per declives hyacinthos, Exspatiantur aquæ. 

 The Lion with the Libard downe is l’ed Tame and well governed; Each with his Lamb about the Mountaines skip, O’re Hills they lightly trip. By these a spacious brooke doth slowly glide, Which with a spreading tyde Through bending Lilyes, banks of Violets From th’hollow Pumice sweats. 

 Lenè fluunt rivi, muscosis lenè susurrus Murmurat è scopulis. In vitrio pisces saliunt hilares crystallo, Dulcè queruntur aves. Nec verò, si mœsta placent saletia cælo Flebile murmur abest: Nam sibi dum vestro regemunt ex orbe palumbes, Huc sonus ille venit. Sic dum se viduo solatur Carmine turtur, Gaudia nostra placent. 

 The rivers gently flow, and a still sound From mossie Rocks doth bound. The sporting fish dance in the christall Mayne, The Birds sweetly complaine, The ayre, if dolefull comforts please, doth ring With mournfull murmuring. For when the Doves eccho each others cry That sound doth hither fly. As they with widowed notes themselves do please, Just so, our joyes increase. 

 Cetera non desunt, pronis vindemia pendet Officiosa botris, Hîc etiam vulgò violas, albentia vulgó Ungue ligustra leges: Ipsa tibi, leti succos oblita priores, Mitia poma cadent: Ipsæ maturâ labentur ab arbore ficus, Percutientq; sinum. Intereà falcem vindemia nescit, aratrum Saucia nescit humus. Ipsæ sponte virent segetes, innoxius ipse Messibus albet ager. Præbent Hospitium platani: præbet formosos Graminis herba toros. 

 No want appeares; th’officious Vine doth stand With bending clusters to our hand. Here, thou shalt pick sweet Violets, and there Fresh Lillyes all the yeare: The Apple ripe drops from its stalke to thee, From tast of death made free. The luscious fruit from the full Figtree shall Into thy bosome fall. Meane while, the Vine no pruning knife doth know, The wounded earth no plow. The Corne growes green alone, and th’unhurt land Doth white with harvest stand. The grasse affords a stately bed, the Plane Spreads thee to entertaine. 

 Cædua Pãchæos sudant opobalsama nimbos; Et genialis odor Aspirat quoties, nutantibus hinc atque illinc Ingruit aura comit. Surge; quid indignos ducis per tædia soles? Surge, age, cara soror. Ecce tuis ipsæ iam circum fræna columbæ Ingemuêre moris. Huc age, formosas formosior ipsa columbas Hospita flecte furor. 

 Arabian mists sweat from the gummy tree Of Balme, and all for thee; Which through the ayre, a rich perfume doe throw, Fann’d with each neighb’ring bough. Arise my Sister deare, why dost thou stay, And spend th’unwilling day? Behold thy harness’d Doves, at thy delay Doe sigh, come, drive away. Put on, and hither drive thy beauteous paire Of Doves, thy selfe more faire. 

 _Ad Ianussium Skuminum. _

 Cùm conjugi charissimæ justa persolveret. παραφραστικῶς. 

 _Ode 30. Lib.  4. _

 To _Ianusius Skuminus_. 

 _When hee performed the Funerall obsequies of his most deare Wife. _ παραφραστικῶς. 

 Ode 30. Lib.  4. 

 Si tibi pollicitum numen, si fata fuissent Æternos fere conjugis annos; Jure per assiduos (procerum fortissime) fletus Ereptam quererêre, _Janussi_. Quem Pietas quem non moveat non tristibus unquam Arx animi concussa procellis Et pudor, & proni niveo de pectore sensus, Et Regina modestia morum, Aut bona sedulitas, aut non incauta futuri Præsagæ solertia montis?

 What though the Gods have promis’d she shall bee Enfranchis’d to Eternity? Yet (valiant Sir) so great a losse still cryes For a just tribute from your eyes; View but her pious mind, that tow’re of state Not shaken by sad stownes of Fate, Her humble innocent soule, her guiltlesse feare, Her modesty chiefe Regent there; The prudent thrift of her presaging mind Her constant zeale, pure and refin’d; _And who can then forbeare t’embalme her Hearse_ _With the daily precious dew of teares?_

 Provida sed longam magnis virtutibus ævum Non audent promittere fata: Nec possunt, si quæ maturavére, profanis Astra diu committere terris. Nunc adeò parces longis onerare querelis Depositum repetentia magnum, Ingentes animi gazas, & robur, & aureo Incoctum benè pectus honesto. 

 Tis not in Fate to promise length of dayes, To things of such esteeme and praise; Nor can the starrs suffer so ripe a birth To be long sullied with dull earth. Load not the Heavens then with unjust complaints, For taking back one of their Saints. The courage of her richly temp’red breast Made her for them a fitter guest: Such jewells of her mind sparkle about her The starres themselves can’t shine without her. 

 Sic Tanaquil, sic quæ cunctantem Claudia rexit Virgineâ cervice Cybellen, Quæque maritali successit Thessala fato, Et Latiis vaga Clœlia ripis; Ante diem raptæ vivunt post funera, vatum Perpetuos in carmine fastos. Illa quidẽ non, si surdos ad carmina Manes Orpheâ testudine vincam, Eductas adamante fores, & ahenea rumpat Elysiii pomœria muri, Reddaturq; tibi. Stat nulli janua voto, Nullis exorata Poëtis. 

 Thus _Tanaquil_; thus _Claudia_’s virgin band Steer’d the unwilling Barke to land. Thus shee, that durst her Husbands fate abide, And _Cloelia_ over _Tiber’s_ tyde; Too early crop’d, survive in Poesie, And keepe perpetuall jubilie. ’Tis not in Art to fetch her back againe, Or charme the spirits with _Orpheus_ straine, To breake the bars of Adamant or scale The Rampiers of th’Elysian wall, No Orisons prevaile, sent from the breast Of great _Apollo_’s choisest Priest. 

 Sunt tamen exiles insigni in limine rimæ Quà possint arcana videri, Hæc ego si nullos fallunt insomnia maneis, Aut vidi, aut vidisse putavi Errantem campo in magno, quem gemmea circum Perspicuis stant mœnia portis: Auro prata virent; arbor crinitur in aurum; Crispantur violaria gemmis, Quæ nec Apellæus liquor, nec pulchra trigoni Assimulent mendacia vitri. 

 Yet in the arched entrance chinks there bee, Which may befriend the covetous eye; Through these to th’hidden mysteries I peep, And (if the spirits nor dream, nor sleep) I saw, or else me thoughts, I there had seene Her, wandring o’re a Spacious Greene, With walls of Diamond, gates of purest glasse, No Chrystall more transparent was: Each blade of grasse was gold, each tree was there, A golden Periwig did weare. The swelling banks of Violets did curle Themselves with Gems, and Orient Pearle; The glorious nothing, of the _Trigon_ glasse-- And all _Apelles_ Art, which passe. 

 Centum ibi formosis in vallibus Heroïnæ Aeternum Pæana frequentant. Stant virides campo stellæ, madidisque corusca Connivent sibi sidera flammis. Illa inter medias parvo comitata nepote Et roseo vivacior ore, Ibat ovans, grandemq; sibi, grandemque nepoti Nectebat de flore coronam. Cetera me vetuit magni caligo sereni Mortali percurrere visu. Nectu plura velis; satis est, cui fata dederunt Aeternis mutasse caduca. 

 Through the sweet vales a Quire of Damsels sing Eternall Pæans to their King. The stars with sparkling light stand round I see, Twinkling to their shrill melodie. Her and her tender darling, then I spy, I’th’ mid’st of that blest company; With looks more fresh and sweet, then are the Roses Of which her Garlands shee composes-- Two flowry Chaplets, which with Gems set round Her owne and Nephew’s temples crown’d. But here a veyle was drawne, I must not prie Nor search too farre with mortall eye, Nor would you more. It may suffice that shee Hath chang’d fraile flesh for blest Eternitie. 

 _Ad Albertum Turscium. _

 De suis somniis & lyricis. 

 _Ode 32. Lib.  4. _

 To _Albertus Turscius_. 

 _Of his Dreames, and Lyricks. _

 _Ode 32. Lib.  4. _

 _Tursci_, seu brevior mihi Seu pernox oculos composuit sopor, Pennas Somnia lævibus Affigunt humeris; jamque virentia Latus prata superuolo, Quà se cumque novum mollè tumentibus Campis explicuit nemus, Herbosæque patet scena superbiæ: Mox & nubibus altior, Mistus flumineis ales oloribus; Vivos despicio lacus, Et dulci volucrem carmine mentior. 

 VVhether a shorter sleep, or whether A long one (_Turscius_) joyns mine eyes together In my soft dreames, me thinks, I see To my light shoulders wings set on, and I With joy transported, upward soare, The flowry Meddowes, and the pastures o’re; Where the greene Grove its coole shade yeilds To th’stately grasse plotts, and ripe swelling fields: Straight, ’mid’st the river Swans, up hyer A winged fowle above the cloudes I’aspire; The lively Lakes below, I sleight, And with sweet straines a bird I counterfeit. 

 Jam tunc nubila, jam mihi Blandis dissiliunt fulmina cantibus; Et quæ plurima circuit Collum, puniceâ vincior Iride. Idem jam vigil, & meus, Non ingrata simul somnia dispuli, Cùm ter mobilibus lyram Percussi digitis, immemor & ducis Nil sectator Horatii, Sublimis liquidum nitor in aëra; Et nunc littera, nunc vagas Siccis trajiciens passibus insulas, Nil mortale mei gero, & Jam nil sollicito debeo ponderi. 

 See, now me thinkes, the cloudes in throngs The lightning leaps too, at my ravishing songs; _Iris_ about my neck hangs round, And with her divers colour’d bow, I’me bound. Being now my selfe, and newly wak’d, My not unwelcome dreames, just now off shak’d; Thrice o’re my Lute, I scarce had run With nible finger neat division; Remembring _Horace_, Thee, my guide, When my high Genius through th’ayre doth ride; Now o’re the scatt’red Islands, then O’re Seas, with dry feet passing back again; Nothing that’s mortall of mee, now I beare, and nought to my dull bulke I owe. 

 _Tursci_, sæpè tamen mones Olim ne veteri clarior Icaro Veris fabula casibus Mutem Parrhasii nomina Balthiri. Frustra; nam memor Icari, Addo stultitiæ consilium brevi: Nam, seu dormio, me torus; Seu scribo, stabili sella tenet situ. 

 Yet _Turscius_ thou hast often told, And warn’d mee, lest then _Icarus_ of old By a true fall indeed, I make A lowder tale, and change the name o’th’Lake. In vaine: Remembring Him, I had A care, and counsell, to my folly, add: For when I sleep, in bed I lye, And if I write, my secure chaire holds mee. 

 Ad Quintum Tiberinum. 

 Ode 34. Lib.  4. 

 Divitem numquam, _Tiberine_, dices, Cuius Eois potiora glebis Rura, fortunæ sine fæce pulcher Rivus inaurat; Quem per insigneis geniale ceras Stemma claravit; vaga quem per urbes Quem per & gentes radiante vexit Gloria curru. Pauper est, qui se caret; & superbè Ipse se librans, sua rura latam Addit in lancem, socioq; fallens Pondus in auro, Ceteris parvus, sibi magnus uni, Ipse se nescit, pretioque falsa Plebis attollit, propriaq; se mi- ratur in umbrâ. Splendidam verâ sine luce gazam, Turgidum plenâ sine laude nomen Mitte; te solo, _Tiberine_, disces Esse beatus. 

 To _Quintus Tiberinus_. 

 _Ode 34. Lib.  4. _

 Thou shalt not _Tiberinus_, call Him rich, whose every Acre shall Outvie the Easterne glebe, whose field Faire Fortune’s clearest streame doth gild. Nor him, whose birth, and pedigree Is fam’d abroad by’s Heraldrie; Hee who by fleeting glory’s hurld In his rich Chariot through the world: He’s poore that wants himselfe, yet weighs Proudly himselfe; in this scale layes His lands, in th’other broad one,  by, The false weight of his gold doth lye, Great to himselfe, to others small, That never knowes himselfe at all, As the false people raise him higher, Himselfe in’s shadow hee’l admire. The fairest Gemme without true light, Without true praise great titles, flight: Blest _Tiberinus_, and most free In thy selfe alone thoul’t learne to bee. 

 Ad Paulum Coslovium. 

 _Ode 35. Lib.  4. _

 To _Paulus Coslovius_. 

 _Ode 35. Lib.  4. _

 Iam pridem tepido veris anhelitu Afflarunt reduces arva Favonii; Jam se florida vernis Pingunt prata coloribus: Stratus frugiferis Vilia puppibus Grato præter abit rura silentio, Quamvis proximus omni Collis personet alite; Quamvis & viridi pastor ab aggere Dicat gramineâ carmina fistulâ. Et qui navita debet Plenis otia carbasis. 

 The Westerne winds, with the warm breath o’th’Spring, Returne, and o’re our fields their soft gales fling; The flowry-garnish’d Meadowes by, With freshest colours painted lye. The River, which the gainfull ships so throng, With welcome silence gently glides along, Although the neighbouring Hill doth ring With the shrill notes of birds that sing; Although the Swaine, on the green bank that sits Old Sonnets with his Oaten Pipe repeats, Although the Seaman doth not faile At length to strike his full blowne sayle. 

 Æquat Palladiis, _Paulle_, laboribus Interpone vices. Cras simul aureo Sol arriserit ore Summorum juga montium, Scandemus viridis terga Luciscii, Quà celsâ tegitur plurimus ilice, Et se prætereuntûm Audit murmura fontium. Illinc è medio tota videbitur Nobis Vilna jugo; tota videbitur Quæ Vilnam sinuosis Ambit Vilia flexibus. 

 To thy _Palladian_ labours interpose Such changes _Paullus_; when the Sun forth showes And with his golden presence smiles On the hye tops of highest Hills, Wee’l mount the back of green _Luciscus_, where Hee’s thickest set with tallest Okes, and heare The bubbling noise of streames that flow From Fountaines that close by him goe. Thence from the midst o’th’hill all _Vilna_ shall Our prospect be; our eye shall lower fall-- On _Vilia_’s cooler streames, that wind, And with embraces _Vilna_ bind. 

 Illinc picta procul quæ radiantibus Fulgent fana tholis, & geminam super Despectabimus arcem, Magni regna Palæmonis. Ut longo faciles Pacis in otio Se tollunt populi! nam tria tertio Surrexêre sub anno Priscis templa Quiritibus; Et quà conspicuis se Gediminia Jactant saxa jugis, & Capitolium, Et quæ tecta superbis Intrant nubila turribus. 

 From thence, farre off, the Temples wee’l behold, And radiant Scutcheons all adorn’d with gold; Then wee’l looke o’re that double towre, Th’extent of great _Palæmon_’s pow’re. How in a settled peace, and kingdomes rest The easie people raise themselves, so blest! Three Temples in three yeares w’have seen To th’Citizens have reared been; Where _Gediminian_ Rocks themselves extoll With their plaine tops, and then the Capitol, Those buildings, whose proud turrets stretch Themselves to th’Cloudes, and stars doe reach:

 Auget magna, Quies: exiguus labor In majus modico provenit otio. Hinc & terga virentûm Latè prospice collium. Quæ nunc mobilibus nutat Etesiis, Segni cana stetit sub nive populus: Qui nunc defluit, altà Hæsit sub glacie latex: Qui nunc purpureis floret ager rosis, Immoto sterilis delituit gelu: Verno quæ strepit ales, Hiberno tacuit die. Ergò rumpe moras, & solidum gravî Curæ deme diem, quem tibi candidus Spondet vesper, & albis Cras Horæ revehent equis. 

 Great things to greater growth doe thus increase, And with least paines, improve themselves by peace. Here, tops of Hills, themselves behold, In all their flowry pride unfold. The Poplar now that shakes, when th’East winds blow Stood cloth’d in gray, under the ling’ring snow: The Springs that now so nimbly rise, Were all of late lock’d up, in Ice: The fields that now with blushing Roses spread, Lay barren, and in hardest frost all hid: The birds which chirping sit i’th’Spring; When Winter comes, forget to sing. Breake off delayes then, and from grievous care A constant day, set by; which th’ev’ning faire Doth promise, and the next dayes Sun With his white Steeds will freely run. 

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 _Ad Paulum Iordanum Vrsinum Bracciani Ducem. _ Bracciani agri amœnitatem commendat, ad quam per ferias Septembres secesserat Româ. 

 _Ode 1. Lib. Epod. _

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 To _Paulus Iordanus Vrsinus_, Duke of _Bracciano_. Hee commends the pleasantnesse of the Countrey, where in the feasts of _September_, he retyred from _Rome_. 

 _Ode 1. Lib. Epod. _

 Huc ô quietis apta Musis otia, Levesque Ludorum chori; Huc feriantûm Phœbe Musarum pater, Huc hospitales Gratiæ; Huc delicatis ite permisti Jocis Non inverecundi Sales: Hîc otiosi mite Bracciani solum Vago coronemus pede. 

 Appeare ye spritefull Quire with choicest sports, All pastime fit for _Phœbus_ Courts; And Thou great Master of the Revels, joyne The Graces, to thy Daughters nine; Witt pure and quaint, with rich conceits and free From all obscæne scurrilitie: Here free from care, nimbly let’s dance a round Upon _Bracciano_’s softer ground. 

 Clemens supino clivus assurgit jugo, Cælumq; paulatim subit, Et solida subter terga scopulorum arduo Securus insessu premit: Arcisq; jactat inter alta turrium Insigne propugnacula, Timenda quondam Cæsarum turmis ducum, Timenda magno Borgiæ, Cùm per minantûm militum aratos globos Metuenda jaceret fulmima, Ageretque profugum Cæsarem, & quassum metu; Adusque promissum _Nihil_. 

 A gentle Cliffe from a steep Hill doth rise That even to Heaven, mounts by degrees, And safe, with uncouth passage, leanes upon The solid backs, of Rocks and stone: Whence ’mid’st the Bulwark’d Forts, we may descry A displayd Banner from on hye, Which to th’Imperiall force a terrour was, A terrour to great _Borgias_, When through the brasen troops of’s threatning foes, His fearfull thunder-bolts he throwes, Pursuing routed _Cæsar_, whom he brought To that he promis’d him, to _nought_. 

 Hîc ille magnus frænat Etruscas opes _Ursinus_ Heroum decus, Hæres avitæ laudis, & princeps caput Magnæq; laus Oenotriæ. Circùm coruscis scena quercetis viret, Cælumque verrit frondibus, Suoque colles vestit, & patentibus Sese theatris explicat. Admota muris ponè Nympharum domus Aprica præbet littora: Ripamque Baccho jungit, & vallum propè. Lentis flagellat fluctibus. 

 Great _Ursin_ here puts reynes toth’_Tuscan_ pow’re The grace of _Heroes_ and the flow’re; Heire to his father’s worth, chiefe guide and stay And praise of great _Oenotria_. A Bow’re growes green, set round with trembling Okes Which fanns the Heavens with gentle strokes. It clothes the Hills, and spreads it selfe all over To th’open Theaters a cover. Close joyn’d to th’walls, the Nymphs coole Arbour stands, Which to the Sunny shore commands; By these a banke of Vines, which th’neighbour Trench With milder waves doth daily drench. 

 Majore nusquam stagna Neptuno sonant, Aut æstuantis Larii, Aut qui severo tangit Albanus lacu Inenatabilem Styga: Aut quæ procellis gaudet, & magno fremit Superba ponto Julia: Nec major usquam spumat, & rupes truci Benacus assultat salo. Intonsa curvo monte circumstant juga, Mitesque despectant aquas. 

 Nowhere the Lakes with fuller Sea doth roare, Either of _Larius_ that boyles o’re, Or rough _Albanus_ whose troubled waves doe mix With the unnavigable Styx: Not stormy _Julia_, when her swelling pride Most rageth in her highest tyde: _Benacus_ doth not raise more froth, when he Assaults the rocks with fiercest Sea. With rugged tops the bending mountaines round Upon the slow calme streames looke downe. 

 Nivosus illinc terga Romanus movet, Cæloque diducit minas: Illinc caducis ilicem quassat comis Sublime Cymini caput: Crudumque Boream frangit impotentibus Depræliaturum Notis, Terrisque latè regnat, & cæli minis Opponit hibernum latus. 

 _Romanus_ here his snowy back up-reares. And drawes downe envy from the starres: The lofty head of _Cyminus_ here shakes The Oke with trembling leaves which quakes, And holds off _Boreas_, when his rawer blasts ’Gainst the weake Southerne winds he casts, Commands the Country farre, and out he sets His Winter sides against Heavens threats. 

 Amica sternit interim lacum quies, Fluctusque fluctu nititur, Et ipsa secum pigra luctatur Thetis, Aquæque colludunt aquis: Quas vel carinâ, vel citata turgido Findit phaselus linteo: Pinnâque latè vitreum cogens pecus Velente lino truditur, Setâque piscem ducit, & raris procul Lacum coronat retibus. 

 Meane while a pleasant calme doth smooth the Lake, The waves ’gainst one another breake, Mild _Thetis_ selfe, with her own selfe finds sport, And waters doe the waters court: Through which a ship doth cut, with pleasant gales, Or nimble Barke with swelling sayles: The large-fin’d Chrystall cattell as they goe Are forced whether they will or no With ready dragnet; then with lines of haire They round the Lake, or Nets more rare. 

 Hinc alta lucet divitis Pollæ domus, Hinc pinguis Anguilaria: Trebonianas hinc amica vineas Vadosa plangunt æquora: Hinc delicati fundus Aurelî nitet, Lymphæ salutarîs pater: Undàque morbos arcet, & vivacibus Lucem fluentis eluit. 

 Rich _Polla’s_ stately house there shines, and here Full stored Fish-ponds doe appeare: The friendly Foords which toward the Sea doe lye Water _Trebonian_ Vineyards by; Here neat _Aurelius_ farme looks gay, chiefe Lord And Master of that healthfull Foord, Whose water cures diseases, whose quick springs Doe purge out all infectious things. 

 At quà superbum fontibus nomen dedit Suumque Flora marginem, Vivis perennes decidunt saxis aquæ, Camposque decursu lavant, Patremque longè Tybrin, & regem sonant, Romæque servitum fluunt. Sincera circùm regna naturæ nitent; Et artis immunes loci: Adhucque virgo sulcus, & montes adhuc Molleis inexperti manus, Meramque Bacchus Tethyn, & Bacchum Thetis, Et pinguis invitat Ceres. 

 Where _Flora_ makes the banks, and gives the name To Fountaines, proud of so much fame; From lively stones perpetuall waters flow, And wash the fields wheresoe’re they goe, Their father _Tyber_, and their King they found And flow to _Rome_, with homage bound. Nature doth purely there advance each part, Not any place is help’d by Art: As yet the virgin furrow, th’Hills yet stand Untouch’d, by any tender hand. Chast _Tethys_, _Bacchus_ courts, _Thetis_ doth woo _Bacchus_ againe, and _Ceres_ too. 

 Hinc ille lætus surgit, & tenacibus Inserpit ulmis Evius, Udoque cornu turget, & fluentibus Crinem racemis impedit. Non Lesbos illi, non odorati magis Vineta rident Massici, Aut quæ Falernis educata solibus Sublucet uvæ purpura. 

 Hence _Evius_ cheerfull rises, and doth twine With th’Elme, that closely clings toth’ Vine, With’s plenteous horne he swells, his locks hang by-- With flowing Clusters tangled lye. Not _Lesbos_ him, nor the sweet smelling grace, Of rich _Campania_’s fruitfull race Delights; the purple Grape not so faire showes, In the _Falernian_ sun that growes. 

 Sed nec Falisci glaream malit soli, Nec pinguis uber Rhætiæ; Nec flava tantùm culta felicis Cypri, Graiámve dilexit Rhodon: Quantùm suis superbit, & sese suis Miratur in canalibus. Circùm beatis imperat campis Ceres. Lateque rura possidet: Et arva flavo messium fluctu tument, Motuque culmorum natant. 

 Hee’l not preferre _Faliscus_ sandy ground, Nor _Rhætia_, that doth so abound; The yellow Tilths of happy _Cyprus_, hee Ne’re lov’d so much, nor _Rhodos_ by: As in his owne -- in his owne channells hee Hugging himselfe, doth proudly lye. Sole Empresse _Ceres_ of the fertile lands Whose large possessions shee commands: The fields with yellow waves doe ebbe and flow, The ripe eares swim, when winds doe blow. 

 Innube rarus inquinat cælum vapor, Aut tensa nimbis vellera: Aut è Boreis bella ventorum plagis, Raucusque silvarum fragor Auditur usquam: non protervis insonant Exercitati Syrtibus, Euris & Austris contumaces Africi, Et perduellibus Notis. Tantùm serenus Vesper, & tenerrima Etesiarum flamina. 

 No vapour, here, Heavens cleared face doth staine, No clowdy fleece stretch’d out with raine: The Northerne blasts are still, and all at peace, And the hoarse noise o’th’ woods doth cease: The stubborne _Africke_ winds that use to stray About th’unruly sandy Sea, Are all hush’d up, and no Alarum sound To th’other winds, entrenched round; Onely the Evening faire, a gentle gale Of winds that each year never faile:

 Albique soles, & serena lucidis Aspirat aura montibus: Puramque cælo provehunt Horæ facem, Et Phœbus Horarum pater Peculiari luce colles irrigat, Pronáque perfundit die. Ramis tepentes ingruunt Favonii Jocantis auræ sibilo, Et temperatis provocant suspiriis, Leniq; somnum murmure. 

 The bright Sun darting through th’enlightned Ayre His beames, doth guild the Moutaines cleare, The houres drive on heav’ns torch, that shine so bright, And _Phœbus_ father of the light-- With a peculiar influence bedewes The Hills all o’re, when night ensues. The warme _Favonian_ winds with whistling gale Doe merrily the boughs assaile, And with their temperate breath, and gentle noise, Sweet pleasing slumbers softly raise. 

 At non loquaces interim nidi tacent, Matresque nidorum vagæ. Sed aut maritis turtur in ramis gemit, Et saxa rumpit questibus, Aut læta latè cantibus mulcet loca Famosa pellex Thraciæ. Silvisq; coram plorat, & crudelibus Accusat agris Terea: Quæcumque mœsta vocibus dicunt aves, Respondet argutum nemus, Affatur alnum quercus, ornum populus, Affatur ilex ilicem, Et se vicissim collocuta redditis Arbusta solantur sonis. 

 The prateling Nests meane while no silence keep, Their wandring guests ne’re sleep. To’s mate, the Turtle ’mong’st the branches grones, And with complaints breakes hardest stones, The Nightingale, the pleasant Groves about Refresheth, with her warbling note, Bewayles her losse to th’woods, i’th’ cruell fields ’Gainst _Tereus_ her cryes shee yeilds: And what the mournfull birds doe so complaine, The shrill woods answer back againe. The Oke, the Alder tells; the Poplar tree The Ash; and that, the Elme stands by. The Groves rejoyce with th’Eccho they afford And tell them backe--ev’n word for word. 

 Huc ô Quiritûm ductor, huc Oenotriæ O magne regnator plagæ _Jordane_, tandem plenus urbis & fori, Rerumque magnarum satur, Sepone curis temet, & domesticis Furare pectus otiis. Hic vel tuarum lene tranabis vadum Opacus umbris arborum, Tuosque colleis inter, & tuas procul Perambulabis ilices:

 _Jordanus_ here, hither thy selfe command, Great Ruler of th’_Oenotrian_ land. Withdraw thy selfe from cares, from all resort So cloy’d with’ Citie, and with Court, So full of great affaires, at length thy breast Convey to thy domestick rest. Here thou may’st passe thy Foord, in gloomy shade, On each side, by thine owne trees made, And here between thy Mounts, with tall Okes set, A large walke thou shalt get:

 Vel cum Decembri campus, & prima nive Vicina canescent juga; Nunc impeditas mollibus plagis feras, Silvamq; præcinges metu: Nunc incitato capream rumpes equo, Teloque deprendes aprum; Jactoq; cervos collocabis spiculo, Furesq; terrebis lupos. Quid si Latinæ laus _Alexander_ plagæ, Sacræque sidus purpuræ, Tecum paterno feriabitur solo, Seseq; curis eximet; Tuique cives, hospitesq; civium Toto fruemur gaudio. 

 Or in _December_, when the fields looke white, And th’Hills, with the earlyest snow doth light; Sometime th’entangled game, with twining nett I’th’ wood, with feare thou shalt besett: Sometimes with courser fleet, pursue full sore, The Buck thou mayst, sometimes the Bore; With thy thrown dart the red Deer thou shalt stick. And th’frighted ravenous Wolves shalt strick, And if that Starre o’th’ sacred dignity The glory of all _Italy_, Will also from his cares, himselfe make free, And keepe his Festivals with thee; Each Citizen of thine, and every guest With the compleatest joy is blest. 

 _Ad fontem Sonam. _

 In patrio fundo, dum Româ rediisset. 

 Ode 2. Lib. Epod. 

 Fons innocenti lucidus magis vitro Purâque purior nive, Pagi voluptas, una Nympharum sitis, Ocelle natalis soli. Longis viarum languidus laboribus Et mole curarum gravis Thuscis ab usque gentibus redux, tibi Accline prosterno latus: Permitte siccus, quà potes, premi; cavâ Permitte libari manu. Sic te quietum nulla perturbet pecus, Ramusvè lapsus arbore: Sic dum loquaci prata garritu secas, Et lætus audiri salis; Assibilantes populetorum comæ Ingrata ponant murmura Tibi, lyræq; Vatis: haud frustrà sacer Nam si quid _Urbanus_ probat, Olim fluenti leuè Blandusiæ nihil Aut Sirmioni debeas. 

 To the Fountaine Sona, _When hee returned. _

 _Ode 2. Lib. Epod. _

 O Fount more cleare then spotlesse glasse, More pure, then purest snow e’re was, The Nymphs desire, and Countries grace, Thou joy of this my Native place. Tyr’d with a tedious journey,  I, And press’d with cares that grievous lye, From the farre _Tuscan_ Land made free Thus low I bow my selfe to thee: Oh, if thou canst, vouchsafe to bee Press’d, and with hollow palme drawne dry. So let thy peace no wandring beast Disturb, no broken bough, thy rest: So when thou cutt’st with prattling noise The Meads, and leap’st, men heare thy voice; May th’whistling leaves of Poplar trees With their unwelcome murmurs cease-- To thee, and thy Priests Lute: if nought _Urban_ approves, in vaine is thought T’_Blandusia_ thou canst nothing owe; Nor to milde flowing _Sirmio_. 

 Palinodia Ad secundam libri Epodon Odam _Q. Horatii Flacci_. 

 _Laus otii Religiosi. _

 _Ode 3. Lib. Epod. _

 A Palinode To the second Ode of the booke of Epodes of _Q. H. Flaccus_. 

 _The praise of a Religious Recreation. _

 _Ode 3. Lib. Epod. _

 At ille, _Flacce_, nunc erit beatior Qui mole curarum procul Paterna liquit rura, litigantium Solutus omni jurgio; Nec solis æstum frugibus timet suis, Nec sidus hiberni Jovis, Rixasq; vitat, & scelesta curiæ Rapacioris limina. Ergo aut profanis hactenus negotiis Amissa plorat sidera; Aut in reductâ sede dispersum gregem Errantis animi colligit, Postquam beatæ lucra conscientiæ Quadrante libravit suo. 

 But, _Flaccus_, now more happy he appeares, Who, with the burthen of his cares, Farre off hath left his father’s ground, set free From the fierce wrangling Lawyer’s fee; No scorching heat, nor blasts of Winter _Jove_, Doth hurt his fruit, or him can move: Hee shuns all strifes, and never doth resort The sinfull gates o’th’ greedy Court. But either doth bewayle those dayes and nights, Lost by him in prophane delights; Or else retyr’d, strives to collect and find The dispers’d flock of’s wandring mind; Having first fairly pois’d the recompence And gaines of a good conscience. 

 Idem, propinquâ nocte, stellatas vigil Cùm vesper accendit faces, Ut gaudet immortale mirari jubar, Terrâque majores globos, Et per cadenteis intueri lacrymas Rimosa lucis atria, Quæ Christe tecum, virgo quæ tecum colat Perennis hæres sæculi! Volvuntur aureis interim stellaæ rotis, Pigrumque linquunt exulem, Per ora cujus uberes eunt aquæ, Somnos quod avertat graveis. 

 At evening, when the harbinger of night The torches of the sky doth light, How he admires th’immortall rayes breake forth, And their bright Orbes, more large then earth; How through his trickling teares, he heips his fight, Unto the open Courts of light, Which with thy selfe, ô Christ, thy selfe in pray’r He’ Adores, t’Eternall life an heire! The Starres with golden wheeles, are hurried by, And let their prostrate exile lye, Over whose face, the plenteous teares doe stray, Which chase all drowsie sleepe away;

 At quando lotum Gangis aut Indi fretis Jam Phœbus attollit caput, Mentis profundus, & sui totus minor Irata flectit numina: Vel cum sereno fulserit dies Jove, Aprilibusque feriis, Assueta cælo lumina, in terras vocat Lateq; prospectum jacit, Camposq; lustrat, & relucentem suâ Miratur in scenâ _Deum_. 

 Assoone as _Phœbus_ head begins t’appeare, Lately in _Indus_ streames made cleare, From depth of soule, lesse then himselfe he lies, And bends the angry pow’rs with cryes: Or when the Sun shines cleare, the aire serene, And _Aprill_ Festivals begin, His eyes, so us’d to Heaven, he downe doth throw, On a large prospect here below: He viewes the fields, and wondring stands to see In’s shade the shining Deitie. 

 En omnis inquit, herba non morantibus In astra luctatur comis: Semota cælo lacrymantur, & piis Liquuntur arva fletibus; Ligustra canis, & rosæ rubentibus Repunt in auras brachiis; Astrisque panda nescio quid pallido Loquuntur ore lilia, Et serò blandis ingemunt suspiriis, Et manè rorant lacrymis. Egóne solus, solus in terris piger Tenace figor pondere?

 See how (saies he) each herb with restlesse leaves To th’ starres doth strive and upward heaves: Remov’d from heaven they weep, the field appeares All o’re dissolv’d in pious teares: The white-flowr’d Woodbine, and the blushing Rose Branch into th’aire with twining boughs; The pale-fac’d Lilly on the bending stalke, To th’starres I know not what doth talke; At night with fawning sighes they’expresse their fears And in the morning drop downe teares. Am I alone, wretch that I am, fast bound And held with heavy weight, to th’ground?

 Sic & propinquas allocutus arbores, Et multa coram fontibus Rivisque fatus, quærit Auctorem _Deum_ Formosa per vestigia. Quod si levandas mentis in curas vigil Ruris suburbani domus, Quales Lucisci, vel Nemecini Lares, Udumvè Besdani nemus Rudeis adornet rusticâ mensas dape Siccos sub Augusti dies;

 Thus spake he to the neighbouring trees, thus he To th’Fountaines talk’d, and streames ran by, And after, seekes the great Creator out By these faire traces of his foot. But if a lightsome Country house that’s free From care, such as _Luciscu’s_ bee, Or _Nemicini’s, _ if _Besdan_’s fruitfull field Can Grace to his rude table yeild, To his plaine board with country dainties set, In _August_’s dry and parching heat;

 Jam tunc sub ipsum limen, aut domesticâ Lenis sub umbrâ populi, Expectat omnis hospitem suum penses, Et concha sinceri salis, Pressiq; meta lactis, & purus calix, Et hospitalis amphora, Et fraga, raris verna quæ dumis legit, Jucunda panis præmia. Non me scari tunc, non Lucrinorum gravis Sagina mulorum juvet: Sed cereus palumbus, aut turtur niger; Aut anser amnis accola, Et eruditam quæ fugit gulam faba, Lætumque nec simplex olus, Et quæ suprema colligitur, ac gravi Patella nil debet foro. 

 Even at his dore, under a private shade By a thick pleasant Poplar made, Provision of all sorts, expect their guest, A shell with salt, pure and the best, New bread, for which, ’midst the thin bryars, the Mayd Picks Strawberries, and’s gladly payd. Cheese newly press’d, close by, the friendly Cann With Cup cleane wash’d, doth ready stan’. With me the _Lucrine_ dainties will not downe, The Scare, nor Mullet that’s well growne; But the Ring-dove plump, the Turtle dun doth looke, Or Swan, the sojourner o’th’ brooke, A messe of Beanes which shuns the curious pallet, The cheerfull and not simple sallet; Clusters of grapes last gathered, that misse And nothing owe to th’weighty presse. 

 Post hæc vel inter læta quercetis juga, Vel inter amneis juverit Vitare tristeis post meridiem Notos Sub æsculo vel ilice; Nigrumvè littus, aut opaca lubricis Tranare stagna lintribus, Jactâque fruge ludibundum ducere Tremente piscem lineâ. Remugit ingens interim tauris nemus, Umbrosa balant flumina; Et aut in antris garriunt acanthides, Aut in rubis luscinia. 

 Then after noone he takes a kind of pride To th’Hills to walke, or River side, And ’midst the pleasant Okes, a shade doth find, T’avoyd the blasts o’th’ Southern wind; To th’darksome shore, by the deep poole he goes, And through, with nimble Boat he rowes; Sometimes the sporting fish, his baite thrown in, Hee plucks up with his trembling line. Meane while th’ spacious woods with ecchoing note Doe answer to the Bulls wide throat, The shady rivers bleat; the Nightingale I’th’ bushes chirps her dolefull tale. 

 Hinc per rubeta pastor errantes capras Vocante cogit fistulâ: Illinc herili messor è campo redux Alterna plaudit carmina; Et pressa sectos plaustra per sulcos gemunnt Ruptura ruris horrea. At nec tacemus ponè considentium Dulcis manus sodalium; Nec infacetâ sermo differtur morâ, Sed innocentibus jocis, Multoq; tinctus, sed verecundo sale, Innoxium trahit dîem. Hæc si videret fænerator Alphius, Olim futurus rusticus, Quam collocarat Idibus pecuniam, Nollet Kalendis ponere. 

 With’s hastning pipe the sheapheard drives away His flocke, which through the thickets stray: To which as from the field they passe along, Each mower sings by course, his song; O’re yeilding furrowes, carts full press’d with corne Groane, and are like to breake the barne. Our worke once done, we doe not silent sit, When knots of our good fellowes meet; Nor is our talke prolong’d with rude delay; In harmlesse jests we spend the day; Jests dip’d in so much salt, which rubbing shall Onely make fresh our cheeks, not gall. If that rich churle, this had but seen, when hee A Country man began to be, The money which i’th’ Ides hee scraped in Next month hee’d not put out agen. 

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 _Epig. _ 4. _Ex Lib. Ep. _

 Veniat delectus meus in hortum suum. _Cant. _ 5. 

 Pulcher Amor sumpsit rudis instrumenta coloni, Et sua deposuit tela suasque faces: Et manibus stivam rapuit; castique laboris Ad sua ruricolas junxit aratra boves. Ilicet, ut facili subvertit vomere corda, Castaque virginibus Gratia crevit agris; Flos, ait, unus abest: sunt cetera millia florum; Ut nullus possit, _Christe_, deesse, Veni. 

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 Epig.  4. 

 _Let my beloved come into his Garden. _ Cant.  5. 

 Love takes the tooles of a rude Country clowne, His owne Artill’ry, and his torch layes down; With staffe in’s hand, Oxen to th’Plow he set For tillage, and such honest labour fit; Straight, as he turn’d up hearts with easie share, And grace i’th’ virgin-furrowes did appeare, ’Mongst thousand others, one flower, quoth he, is mist: That none may wanting be, come thou, O Christ. 

 Qualis est Dilectus tuus? ex _Cant. _ 5. 

 Ex Lib. Epig.  37. 

 Qualis erat, tuus ille? tuus pulcherrimus ille? Dicebat nuper barbara turba mihi. Arripio dextrâ pennam, lævaque tabellam, Et noto, _Christe_, tuo quicquid in orbe noto. Pingo rosas, aurum, gemmas, viridaria, silvas, Arva, lacus, celeri sidera pingo manu; Et tabulam monstrans, Noster pulcherrimus, inquam, Qualis erat, vultis discere? talis erat. 

 Who is thy Beloved? _Out of Cant. _ 5. 

 _Lib. Epig. _ 37. 

 What is that Spouse of thine? that fairest Hee? The barb’rous people said, of late, to mee. A Pen I tooke, and in a Tablet drew Whatsoe’re, O Christ, in thy blest orbe I view. Roses, and Gold I paint, Gems, Groves, Corne-land, Green Gardens, Lakes, and Stars with nimble hand; Would you needs learne, what might my fairest bee? Looke o’re this tablet, pray, O such was Hee. 

 _Epig. 40. Lib. Ep. _

 Veni de Libano sponsa. 

 Et fugis, & fugiens clamas, quid sponsa moraris? Non fugis, ut fugias: ut capiare, fugis. 

 Epig.  40. 

 Thou run’st, & running cry’st, why dost thou stay My Spouse? thou would’st be ta’ne, not get away. 

 Ex lib. Epi.  48. 

 ---- Lilia manu præferenti. 

 Hæc, quæ virgineis nituntur lilia culmis, Undè verecundas explicuêre comas? Non generant similes Pæstana rosaria flores, Nec simili Pharius messe superbit ager: Non hæc purpureis mater Corcyra viretis, Nec parit æquoreis pulsa Carystos aquis. Cùm nullas habeant natales lilia terras, Qui neget è castâ lilia nata manu?

 Ep.  48. 

 _To ---- bearing Lillyes in her hand. _

 These Lillyes which on virgin stalks doe bend, From whence do they their chaster leaves extend? The _Pæstan_ beds such flowres did ne’re bring forth, Nor _Pharian_ fields e’re gloried in such worth: _Alcinous_ purple banks, ne’re teem’d with these, Nor rich _Carystos_ watred by the Seas. Since then these flow’res no native place do know, Who can deny from her chast hand they grow. 

 Ex Lib. Ep.  51. 

 _Iohanni de Lugo_, dum post morbum ad intermissam de Pœenitentiâ doctrinam rediret. 

 Fertur inornatis nuper Metanœa capillis Flesse, repentinâ cùm raperêre febri: Fertur & indomito frænos laxasse dolori, Et lacrymis madidos exhibuisse sinus: Cùm rursus domito repetis tua pulpita morbo, Fertur inornatas disposuisse comas: Et domitos hilari risu frænasse dolores, Et lacrymis vacuos explicuisse sinus. Quis, Pater, incolumi de te non gaudeat, ipsæ Si gaudent Lacrymæ, ridet & ipse Dolor?

 Ex. Lib. Ep.  51. 

 To _Iohan de Lugo_, when after a long sicknesse, he returned to his intermitted Lecture of Repentance. 

 With hairs unkemb’d Repentance late did mourn, When with so feirce a Feaver thou wert torne: Shee’s said, to let loose raynes t’untamed griefe, To’affoord her moyst’ned bosome, no reliefe, But when th’desks agen, thy sicknesse tam’d, Thou mountd’st, she’s said her careless haire t’have kemb’d T’have bridled in her conquer’d griefe, and smile, Of teares, her open’d bosome to beguile. Who cannot then be glad, thou being safe? When teares rejoyce, and griefe it selfe doth laugh. 

 Christi in Cruce vox. Ep. 110. 

 SITIO. 

 Ah sitio, clamas, Princeps pulcherrime rerum: Non habeo pro te dulcia vina, siti. Tu tamen, ah sitio, clamas: dabo pocula, Sponse: Heu mihi! sed misto pocula felle dabo. Hæc mi Sponse, bibe: quæris cui fortè propines? Ad me pro mundi, _Christe_, salute bibe. 

 _The voyce of Christ upon the Crosse. _

 I THIRST. 

 Alas I thirst, great King, thou loude dost grone, I have no pleasant Wine for Thee, thirst on. Yet oh I thirst, thou cry’st: a Cup to thee Woes mee! I’le give: but mix’d with gall’t must be. Drink this, my Spouse: perhaps thou’lt ask to whom? To me, O Christ, to th’health o’th’world let’t come. 

_FINIS. _

_Imprimatur_, Na. Brent. 

_Feb. _ 10. 1645. 

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