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Hypsipile, and the fond Minonian maid,
My woman knows the secret of my heart,
DIDO TO ÆNE AS.
Æneas, the son of Venus and Anchises, having, at And breaks asunder our unfinish'd joys.
the destruction of Troy, saved his gods, his But I with you may leave the Spartan court,
father, and son Ascanius, from the fire, put to To view the Trojan wealth and Priam's court:
sea with twenty sail of ships; and, having been Showu while I see, I shall expose my fame,
long tost with tempests, was at last cast upon the And fill a foreign country with my shame.
shure of Libya, where queen Dido (flying froin In Asia what reception shall I find ?
the cru Ity of Pygmalion her brother, who had And what dishonour leave in Greece behind ?
killed her husband Sichæus) had lately built What will your brothers, Priam, Hecuba, .
Carthage. She entertained Æneas and his feet And what will all your modest matrons say?
with great civility, fell passionately in love Ev'n you, when on this action you reflect,
with him, and in the end denied nim not the last My future conduct justly may suspect,
favours. But Mercury admonishing Æneas to And whate'er stranger lands upon your coast,
go in search of Italy, (a kingdom promised Conclude me, by your own example, lost.
him by the gods) he readily prepared to obey I from your rage a strumpet's name shall hear,
him. Dido soon perceived it, and having in While you forget what part in it you bear.
vain tried all other means to engage him to You, my crime's author, will my crime upbraid: |
stay, at last in despair writes to hiin as follows. Deep under ground, oh, let me first be laid ! You boast the pomp and plenty of your land, And promise all shall be at my command :
So, on Mæander's banks, when death is nigh, Your Trojan wealth, believe me, I despise; The mournful swan sings her own elegy. My own poor native land has dearer ties.
Not that I hope (for, oh, that hope were vain!) Should I be injur'd on your Phrygian shore, By words your lost affection to regain : What help of kindred could I there implore? But, having lost whate'er was worth my care, Medea was by Jason's flattery won :
Why should I fear to lose a dying prayer? I may, like her, believe, and be undone.
'Tis then resolvd poor Dido must be left, Plain honest hearts, like miue, suspect no cheat, Of life, of honour, and of love bereft! And love contributes to its own deceit.
While you, with loosen'd sails and vows, prepare The ships, about whose sides loud tempests roar, To seek a land, that fies the searcher's care. With gentle winds were wafted from the shore, Nor can my rising towers your flight restrain, Your teeming mother dream'd a faming brand, Nor my new empire, offer'd you in vain. Sprung from her womb, consum'd the Trojan Built walls you shun, unbuilt you seek ; that land land.
Is yet to conquer; but you this command. To second this, old prophecies conspire,
Suppose you landed where your wish design'd, That Ilium shall be burnt with Grecian fire. Think what reception foreigners would find. Both give me fear; nor is it much allay'd, What people is so void of common sense, That Venus is oblig'd our loves to aid.
To vote succession from a native prince? For they, who lost their cause, revenge will take; | Yet there new sceptres and new loves you seek: Aud for one friend two enemies you make.
New vows to plight, and plighted vows to break. Nor can I doubt, but, should I follow you, When will your towers the height of Carthage The sword would soon our fatal crime pursue.
know? A wrong so great my husband's rage would rouse, Or when your eyes discern such crowds below? And my relations would his cause espouse,
If such a town and subjects you could see, You boast your strength and courage; but, alas! Still would you want a wife, who lov'd like me Your words receive small credit from your face. For, oh, I burn, like fires with incense bright: Let beroes in the dusty field delight,
Not holy tapers flame with purer light :
Their daily longing, and their nightly dream
Myself I cannot to myself restore:
Have pity, Cupid, on my bleeding heart,
And pierce thy brother's with an equal dart, These are your words, but I can guess your I rave: nor canst thou Venus' offspring be, sense.
Love's mother could not bear a son like thee. Your unripe hopes their harvest must attend : From harden'd vak, or from a rock's cold womb, Be ruld by me, and Time may be your friend. At least thou art from some fierce tigress come: This is enough to let you understand;
Or on rough seas, from their foundation torn, For now my pen has tir'd my tender land: Got by the Winds and in a tempest boru
Like that which now thy trembling sailors fear; Last night, methought, he call'd me from the dome, Like that whose rage should still detain thee here. And thrice, with hollow voice, cry'd, “ Dido, Behold how high the foamy billows ride!
come.” The winds and waves are on the juster side.
She comes; thy wife thy lawful summons hears; To winter weather and a stormy sea
But comes more slowly, clogg'd with conscious I'll owe, what rather I would owe to thee. Forgive the wrong I offer'd to thy bed; [fears. Death thou deserv'st from Heaven's avenging laws; Strong were his charms, who my weak faith misled. But I'm unwilling to become the cause.
His goddess mother, and his aged sire To shun my love, if thou wilt seek thy fate, Borne on his back, did to my fall conspire. "Tis a dear purchase, and a costly hate.
Oh! such he was, and is, that, were he true, Stay but a little, till the tempest cease,
Without a blush I might his love pursue. And the loud winds are lull'd into a peace.
But cruel stars my birth-day did attend; May all thy rage, like theirs, unconstant prove !
And as my fortune open'd, it must end. And so it will, if there be power in love.
My plighted lord was at the altar slain, Know'st thou not yet what dangers ships sustain? Whose wealth was made my bloody brother's gain. So often wreck'd, how darfst thou tempt the main ? Friendless, and foliow'd by the murderer's hate, Which were it smooth, were every wave asleep, To foreign countries I remov'd my fate; Ten thousand forms of Death are in the deep. And here, a suppliant, from the natives' hands In that abyss the gods their vengeance store, I bought the ground on which my city stands, For broken vows of those who falsely swore. With all the coast that stretches to the sea ; There winged storms on sea-born Venus wait, Ev'n to the friendly port that shelter'd thee: 'To vindicate the justice of her state.
Then rais'd these walls, which mount into the air, Thus I to thee the means of safety show;
At once my neighbours' wonder, and their fear. And, lost myself, would still preserve my foe. For now they arın; and round me leagues are made, False as thou art, I not thy death design:
My scarce-establish'd empire to invade. O rather live, to be the cause of mine!
To man my new-built walls I must prepare, Should some avenging storm thy vessel tear, An helpless woman, and unskill'd in war. (But Heaven forbid my words should omen bear) | Yet thousand rivals to my love pretend; Then in thy face thy perjur'd vows would fly ; | And for my person would my crown defend: " And my wrong'd ghost be present to thy eye. Whose jarriog votes in one couplaint agree, With threatening looks think thou behold'st me That each unjustly is disdain'd for thee. stare,
To proud Hyarbas give me up a prey; Gasping my mouth, and clotted all my hair. I (For that must follow, if thou goest away.) Then, should fork'd lightning and red thunder fall, Or to my husband's murderer leave my life, What could'st thou say, but I deserv'd 'em all ? That to the husband he may add the wife. + Lest this should happen, make not haste away ; Go then, since no complaints can move thy mind: , To shun the danger will be worth thy stay. Go, perjur'd man, but leave thy gods behind. Have pity on thy son, if not on me:
Touch not those gods, by whom thou art forsworn, My death alone is guilt enough for thee.
Who will in impious hands no more be borne: What has his youth, what have thy gods desert'd, | Thy sacrilegious worship they disdain," To sink in seas, who were froin fires preserv'd ? | And rather would the Grecian firés sustain, But neither gods nor parent didst thou bear; Perhaps my greatest shame is still to come, Smooth stories all to please a woman's ear, Aud part of thee lies hid within my womb. False as the tale of thy romantic life.
The babe unborn must perish by thy hate, Nor yet am I thy first deluded wife :
And perish guiltless in his mother's fate. Left to pursuing foes Creüsa stay'd,
Some god, thou say'st, thy voyage does comBy thee, base man, forsaken and betray'd.
[land! This, when thou told'st me, struck my tender heart, Would the same god had barr'd thee from my That such requital follow'd such desert.
The same, I doubt not, thy departure steers, Nor doubt I but the gods, for crimes like these, Who kept thee out at sea so many years; Seven winters kept thee wandering on the seas. While thy long labours were a price so great, Thy stary'd companions, cast ashore, I fed, As thou to purchase Troy would'st not repeat. Thyself admitted to my crown and bed.
But Tyber now thou seek'st, to be at best, To barbour strangers, succour the distrest, When there arriv'd, a poor precarious guest. Was kind enough ; but, oh, too kind the rest! Yet it deludes thy search : perhaps it will Curst be the cave which first my ruin brought, To thy old age lie undiscover'd still. Wbere, from the storm, wecommon shelter sought! | A ready crown and wealth in dower I bring, A dreadful howling echo'd round the place: And, without conquering, here thou art a king. The mountain nymphs, thought I, my nuptials Here thou to Carthage may'st transfer thy Troy: гасе.
Here young Ascanius may his arms employ; I thought so then, but now too late I know
And, while we live secure in soft repose, The Furies yeli'd my funerals from below.
Bring many laurels home from conquer'd foes, O Chastity and violated Fame,
By Cupid's arrows, I adjure thee, stay; Exact your dues to my dead husband's name! By all the gods, companions of thy way. By death redeem my reputation lost,
So may thy Trojans, who are yet alive, And to his arms restore my guilty ghost.
Live still, and with no future fortune strive; Close by my palace, in a gloomy grove,
So may thy youthful son old age attain, Is rais'd a chapel to my murder'd love; (stands, And thy dead father's bones in peace remain: There, wreath'd with boughs and wool, his statue As thou hast pity on unhappy me, The pious monument of artful hands.
Who knew no crime, but too much love of thee.
I am not born from fierce Achilles' line, | If not, know this, I will not suffer long;
Death holds my pen and dictates what I say, By some inferior name admit my love.
While cross my lap the Trojan sword I lay. To be secur'd of still possessing thee,
My tears flow down; the sharp edge cuts their food, What would I do, and what would I not be ! And drinks'my sorrows that must drink my blood. Our Libyan coasts their certain seasons know, How well thy gift does with my fate agree! When free from tempests passengers may go : My funeral pomp is cheaply made by thee. But now with northern blasts the billows roar, To no new wounds my bosom I display: And drive the floating sea-weed to the shore. The sword but enters where Love made the was. Leave to my care the time to sail away;
But thou, dear sister, and yet dearer friend, When safe, I will not suffer thee to stay.
Shalt my cold ashes to their urn attend.
This short inscription only let it bear:
The cause of death, and sword by which she dy'd, ! And give me time to struggle with my woe. | Æneas gave: the rest her arm supply'd."
TRANSLATION FROM OVID'S ART OF LOVE.
THE FIRST BOOK
| Experience makes my work; a truth so try'd OF
You may believe; and Venus be my guide. OVID'S ART OF LOVE.
Far hence, ye vestals, be, who bind your hair; !
And wives, who gowns below your ancies wear. IN Cupid's school whoe'er would take degree, I sing the brothels loose and uncontin'd, I Must learn bis rudiments by reading me. Th' unpunishable pleasures of the kind;
Seamen with sailing arts their vessels move; Which all alike, for love, or money, find. Art guides the chariot: Art instructs to love. You, who in Cupid's rolls inscribe your name, Of ships and chariots others know the rule; First scek an object worthy of your flame; But I am master in Love's mighty school,
Then strive, with art, your lady's mind to gain: Cupid indeed is obstinate and wild,
And last, provide your love may long remaid. A stubborn god; but yet the god's a child: On these three precepts all my work shall move? Easy to govern in his tender age,
These are the rules and principles of Lovc. Like fierce Achilles in his pupillage :
Before your youth with marriage is opprest, That hero, born for conquest, trembling stood Make choice of one who suits your humour Before the Centaur, and receiv'd the rod.
best: As Chiron mollify'd his cruel mind
And such a damsel drops not from the sky; With art, and taught his warlike hands to wind She must be sought for with a curious eye. The silver strings of his melodious lyre:
The wary angler, in the winding brook, So Love's fair goddess does my soul inspire, Knows what the fish, and where to bait his hook To teach her softer arts; to sooth the mind, The fowler and the huntsman know by name And smooth the rugged breasts of human-kind. The certain haunts and harbour of their came Yet Cupid and Achilles each with scorn
So must thc lover beat the likeliest grounds;
These rules shall put him in the ready way,
As all the world can hardly show thee more. The more he burns my soul, or wounds my sight, The face of Heaven with fewer stars is crown'd, The more he teaches to revenge the spite.
Than beauties in the Roman sphere are found. I boast no aid the Delphian god affords,
Whether thy love is bent on blooming youth, Nor auspice from the flight of chattering birds; On dawning sweetness in unartful truth; Nor Clio nor her sisters have I seen ;
Or courts the juicy joys of riper growth; A. Hesiod saw them on the shady green :
Here mayst thou find thy full desires in both.
Or if autumnal beauties please thy sight
Their fear was one, but not one face of fear; (An age that knows to give and take delight); | Some rend the lovely tresses of their hair; Millions of matrons of the graver sort,
Some shriek, and some are struck with dumb despair. In common prudence, will not balk the sport. Her absent mother one invokes in vain;
In summer heats thou need'st but only go One stands amaz'd, not daring to complain; To Pompey's cool and shady portico ;
The nimbler trust their feet, the slow remain, Or Concord's fane; or that proud edifice,
But nought availing, all are captives led, Whose turrets near the bawdy suburb rise:
Trembling and blushing, to the genial bed. Or to that other portico, where stands
Sbe who too long resisted, or deny'd, The cruel father urging his commands,
The lusty lover made by force a bride; And fifty daughters wait the time of rest,
And with superior strength, compelled her to his Toplunge their poniards in the bridegrooms breast:
side. Or Venus' temple; where, on annual nights, Thensooth'd herthr .-“My soul's far better part, They mourn Adonis with Assyrian rites.
Cease weeping, nor aillict thy tender heart:
Thus Romulus became so popular;
This was the way to thrive in peace and war; And if the hall itself be not bely'd,
To pay his army, and fresh whores to bring : Er'n there the cause of Love is often try'd; Who would not fight for such a gracious king? Near it at least, or in the palace-yard,
Thus love in theatres did first improve; From whence the noisy combatants are heard. And theatres are still the scenes of love: The crafty counsellors, in formal gown,
Nor shun the chariot's and the courser's race; There gain another's cause, but lose their own. The Circus is no inconvenient place. There eloquence is nonplust in the suit;
No nerd is there of talking on the hand; And lawyers, who had words at will, are mute. Nor nods, nor signs, which lovers understand. Venus, from her adjoining temple, smiles,
But boldly next the fair your seat provide, To see them caught in their litigious wiles. Close as you can to hers, and side by side. Grave senators lead home the youthful darne, Pleas'd or unpleas'd, no matter; crowding sit: Returning clients, when they patrons came. For so the laws of public shows permit. But, above all, the play-house is the place; Then find occasion to begin discourse; There's choice of quarry in that narrow chase. Inquire, whose chariot this, and whose that horse? There take thy stand, and sharply looking out, To whatsoever side she is inclin'd, Soon may'st thou find a mistress in the rout, Suit all your inclinations to her mind; For lengi h of time, or for a single bout,
Like what she likes; from thence your court begin; The theatres are berries for the fair:
And whom she favours, wish that he may win. Like an's on mole-hills thither they repair; But when the statues of the deities, Like beis to hives, so numerously they throng, In chariots rollid, appear before the prize; It may be said, they to that place belong.
When Venus comes, with deep devotion rise. Thither they swarm, who have the public voice: If dust be on her lap, or grains of sand, There choose, if plenty not distracts thy choice: Brush both away with your officious hand. To see, and to be seen, in heaps they run; If none be there, yet brush that nothing thence; Some to undo, and some to be undone.
And still to touch her lap make some pretence. From Romulus the rise of plays began,
Touch any thing of hers; and if her train To his new subjects a commodious man;
Sweep on the ground, let it not sweep in vain; Who, his unmarried soldiers to supply,
But gently take it up, and wipe it clean; Took care the commonwealth should multiply : And while you wipe it, with observing eyes, Providing Sabine women for his braves,
Who knows but you may see her naked thighs! Like a true king, to get a race of slaves.
Observe, who sits behind her; and beware, His play-house not of Parian marble marle,
Lest his encroaching knee should press the fair. Nor was it spread with purple sails for shade. Light service takes light minds: for some can tell The stage with rushes or with leaves they strew'd; Of favours won, by laying cushions well: No scenes in prospect, no machining god. By fanning faces some their fortune meet; On rows of homely turf they sat to see,
And some by laying footstools for their feet. Crown'd with the wreaths of every common tree, These overtures of love the Circus gives; There, while they sat in rustic majesty,
Nor at the sword-play less the lover thrives : Fach lover had his mistress in his eye;
For there the son of Vénus fights his prize; And whom he saw most suiting to his mind, And deepest wounds are oft receiv'd from eyes. For joys of matrimonial rape design'd.
One, while the crowd their acclamations make, Scarce could they wait the plaudit in their haste; | Or while he bets, and puts his ring to stake, But, ere the dances and the song were past,
Is struck from far, and feels the flying dart; The monarch gave the signal from his throne; And of the spectacle is made a part. Aod, rising, bade his merry men fall on.
Cæsar would represent a naval fight, The marshal crew, like soldiers ready prest, For his own honour, and for Rome's delight. Just at the word (the word too was, The best) From either sea the youths and maidens come; With joyful cries each other animate;
And all the world was then contain'd in Rome. Some choose, and some at hazard seize their In this vast concourse, in this choice of game, mate,
What Roman heart but felt a foreign fame? As dores from eagles, or from wolves the lambs, | Once more our prince prepares to make us glad; So from their lawless lovers fly the dames. And the remaining east to Rome will add.
Rejoice, ye Roman soldiers, in your urn; | Bold truths it speaks; and spoken, dares inaintain;
Night is a cheat, and all deformities
Are hid or lessen'd in her dark disguise. And early spoils from conquer'd India brought. The Sun's fair light each errour will confess, Thus you your father's troops shall lead to fight, In face, in shape, in jewels, and in dress. And thus shall vanquish in your father's right. Why name I every place where youths abound! These rudiments to you vour lineage owe;
'Tis loss of tine, and a too fruitful ground. Born to increase your tities, as you grow,
The Baian baths, where ships at anchor ride, Brethren you had, revenge your brethren slain; And wholesome streams from sulphur fountains You have a father, and his rights inaintain.
glide; Arm'd by your country's parent and your own, Where wounded youths are by experience taught, Redeem your country, and restore his throne. The waters are less healthful than they thought. Your enemies assert an impious cause :
Or Dian's fane, wbich near the suburb lies, You fight both for divine and human laws.
Where priests, for their promotion, fight a prize. Already in their cause they are o'ercome:
That maiden goddess is Love's mortal foe, Subiect then too, by force of arms, to Rome. And much from her his subjects undergo. Great latier Mars with greater Cæsar join,
Thus far the sportful muse with myrtle bound, To give a prosperous omen to your line :
Has sung where lovely lasses may be found. One of you is, and one shall be divine,
Now let me sing, how she who wounds your mind, I prophesy you shall, you shall o'ercome : With art, may be to cure your wounds inclin'd. My verse shall bring you back in triumph home. Young nobles, to my laws attention lend : Speak in my versc, exhort to loud alarms:
And all you vulgar of my school attend. O were my numbers equal to your arms!
First then believe, all women may be won; Then would I sing the Parthians overthrow; Attempt with confidence, the work is done. Their shot averse sent from a flying bow:
The grasshopper shall first forbear to sing The Parthians, who already flying fight,
In summer season, or the birds in spring; Already give an omen of their flight,
Than women can resist your flattering skill: O when will come the day, by Heaven design'd, Ev'n she will yield, who swears she never will. When thou, the best and fairest of mankind, To secret pleasure both the sexes move; Drawn by while horses shalt in triumph ride, But women most, who most dissemble love. With conquer'd slaves attending on thy side; "Twere best for us, if they would first declare, Slaves, that no longer can be safe in flight; Avow their passion, and submit to prayer. O glorious object, 0 surprising sight,
The cow, by lowing, tells the bull her fame: O day of public joy; too good to end in night! The neighing mare invites her stallion to the game. On such a day, if thou, and, next to thee, Man is more temperate in his lust than they, Some beauty sits, the spectacle to see :
And, more than women, can his passion sway.
In Ida's shady vale a bull appear'd,
Betwixt bis equal borns and ample brows :
Cease, queen, with gems t'adorn thy beauteous Care fies, and wrinkles from the forehead go : The monarch of thy heart no jewel knows. Exalts the poor, invigorates the weak;
Nor in thy glass compose thy looks and eyes: Gives mirth and laughter, and a rosy cheek. Secure from all thy charms thy lorer lies :