PRAISE Vulcan, now Muse; whom Fame gives the prize For depth and facture of all forge-devise; Who, with the sky-eyed Pallas, first did give Men rules of buildings, that before did live In caves and dens, and hills, like savage beasts; Of all these Powers that are with Deity blest. That far-off doth his dreadful voice diffuse, And, being King of all, doth all conduce To all their ends. Who (shut from all Gods else But now, by art-famed Vulcan's interests ends (the year), tells) Given his fair grought, far from his father's view, In caves from whence eternal odours flew. His Nurses' cares, in ivies and in bays Thickets, in which could no foot's entry fall; And he himself made captain of them all. And so, O grape-abounding Bacchus, be Ever saluted by my Muse and me. Give us to spend with spirit our hours out here; And every hour extend to many a year. Her birth gave way to, that abroad she flew, And stood, in gold arm'd, in her Father's view, Shaking her sharp lance. All Olympus shook So terribly beneath her, that it took All earth resounded with vociferous fear. A mighty time stay'd, till her arming weeds, As glorious as the Gods', the blue-eyed Maid Took from her deathless shoulders; but then stay'd All these distempers; and heaven's counsellor, Jove, Rejoiced that all things else his stay could move. So I salute thee still; and still in praise Thy fame, and others', shall my memory raise. TO VESTA AND MERCURY. VESTA I sing, who, in bequest of fate, Those of earth-dwelling men, as general And ancient honours given thee for thy gift Of free-lived chastity, and precious thrift. Nor can there amongst mortals banquets be, In which, both first and last, they give not thee Their endless gratitudes in pour'd-out wine, Art the most useful angel; born a God With all good all men, great Argicides, And all-loved virgin, Vesta; either's aid Even from their youths, the minds of dames and men. Hail then, old Daughter of the oldest God And thou great bearer of Heaven's golden rod! Yet, not to you alone my vows belong; Others as well claim th' homage of my song. Wing'd expeditions; of thy bounties eat; Fair children, and fair fruits, thy labour's sweat ; O great in reverence; and referr'd to thee In all abundance; all his pastures yield High happiness and riches, like his train, Follow his fortunes, with delights that reign In all their princes. Glory invests his sons; His daughters, with their crown'd selections Of all the city, frolic through the meads; And every one her call'd-for dances treads Along the soft-flower of the clover-grass. All this, with all those, ever comes to pass, That thy love blesses, Goddess full of grace, And treasurous Angel t' all the human race. Hail, then, Great Mother of the Deified kind, Wife to the cope of stars! sustain a mind Propitious to me, for my praise; and give (Answering my mind) my vows fit means to live. TO THE SUN. THE radiant Sun's divine renown diffuse For the far-famed Hyperion took to wife Of his high race gave to these lovely three: Aurora, with the rosy wrists, and she That owns th' enamouring tresses (the bright Moon) Together with the never-wearied Sun. Who (his horse mounting) gives both mortals light And all th' Immortals. Even to horror, bright A blaze burns from his golden burgonet Of his far-shining face up to his crown Casts circular radiance; that comes streaming down About his temples, his bright cheeks, and all His masculine horses round about the sky; Let down by heaven, the heavenly coachman makes Down to the ocean, where his rest he takes. And all the race of complete Deity, That yet sad death's condition circulates. And whose brave acts the Gods show men, that they As brave may aim at, since they can but die. TO THE MOON. THE MOON, now, Muses, teach me to resound, Whose wide wings measure such a world of ground. Jove's daughter, deck'd with the mellifluous tongue, And seen in all the sacred art of song. Whose deathless brows when she from heaven displays, All earth she wraps up in her orient rays. A heaven of ornament in earth is raised When her beams rise. The subtle air is saised Of delicate splendour from her crown of gold; And when her silver bosom is extoll'd, Wash'd in the ocean, in day's equall'd noon Is midnight seated; but when she puts on Her far-off - sprinkling - lustre - evening weeds, (The month in two cut; her high-breasted steeds TO CASTOR AND POLLUX. JOVE's fair Sons, father'd by th' Oebalian king, Muses well-worth-all men's beholdings, sing: The dear birth, that bright-ankled Leda bore; Horse-taming Castor; and, the conqueror Of tooth-tongued Momus, Pollux; whom beneath Steep-brow'd Taygetus she gave half-god breath, In love mix'd with the black-clouds' King of heaven : Who, both of men and ships (being tempest driven, When Winter's wrathful empire is in force Upon th' implacable seas), preserve the course. |