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" but spoils."

Fair likerty pursued, and meant a prey

And all those sorrows to my fenfe restore, To lawle's power, here turn'd, and stood at bay. Whereof none saw fo much, nonc fuifcr'd more : When in that remedy all hope was plac'u,

Not the matt cruel of our conquering foes Which was, or ihould have been at least, the last. So unconcern'dly can relate our woes Here was that charter scal'd, wherein the crown As not 20 lend a tear; then how can I All marks of arbitrary power lays down : Repress the horror of my thoughts, which fly Tyrant and flave, elore names of hate anl fear, The fad remembrance? Now th’expiring night The happier itile of king and subjeci bear: And the declining Qars to rest invite; Happy, when both to the fame center ma'", Yet since 'cis your command, what you so well Wher kings give liberty, and subjects love. Are pleas'd to hear, I cannot grieve to tell. Therefore not long in force this charter stood; By fate repell’d and with ropulfus cir'd, Hanting that scal, it must be seal'd in blood. The Greeks, so many lives and years expir d, The subjects arm'd, the more their princes gave,

A fabric like a moving mountain frame, Th'advantage only took, the more to crave: Pretending vows for their return; this fame Till kings, by giving give themselves away, Divulges, then within the beart's valt womb and even that power, that should deny, betray, The choice and flower of all their troops entomb;

Who gives constrain’d but his own fear reviles, In vicw the idle of Tenedos, once high, “ Not thank’d, but scorn’d; nor are they gifts, In fame and wealth while Troy remain'd, doth lie,

Now but an unsecure and opez bay) Thus kings, by grasping more than they could Thither by Lcaith the Greeks their fleet convey. hold,


give them goue, and to Mycenæ fail'd,
First made their subjects, by oppreflion, bold: And Troy reviv'd, her mourning face unvaii'd;
And popular sway, by forcing kings to give All through th' unguardei gates with joy resort
More than was fit for fubjcds to receive,

Tofie the flighted camp, the vacant port.
Ran to the fame extremes; and one excess Here lay Ulyiles, there Achilles; here
Made both, by Itriving to be greater, less.

The baitke jiin'd, the Greciau fluet rode there;
When a calm river, rais'd with fudden rains, But the valt pile th' amazed vulgar views,
0: hows diffolv'd, o'erflows th' adjoining plains, Till they thcir realun in their wonder lose.
The husbandnien with high-rais d banks secure And firit Thymates moves (urg'J by the power
Their greedy hopes; and this he can endure. Of fate or fraud) to place it in the tower ;
But if with bays and dams they strive to forte But Capy's and the graver fort thought fit
His channel to a new, or narrow courle;

The Greeks suspected present to commit
No longer then within his banks he dwells, To seas or faines, at least to search and bore
Fint to a torrent, then a deluge iweils,

The sides, and what that space contains i explore. Stronger and fiercer by restraint he roars,

Th’uncurtsin multitude with both engagid, And knows no bound, but makes his power his Divided stands, till from the tower, cnray'd fhorcs.

Laccoon ran, whom all the crowd attends,
Crying, what desperate frenzy's this, (oh friends)
To think them gone? Judge rather their retreat
But a design, their gists but a deceit;

For our destruction 'twas contriv'd, no doubt,

Or from within by fraud, or from without

By force; yet know ye not Ulyfies' shifts? DESTRUCTION OF TROY. Their swords less danger carry than their gifts.

(Thin laid) against the horse's fide his spear He throws, which trembles with inclosed fear,

Whilst from the hollows of his womb proceed SECOND BOOK OF VIRGIL'S AENEIS,

Groans not his own; and had not sate decreed WRITTEN IN THE YEAR 1636.

. Our ruin, we had fill'd with Grecian blood

The place; then Troy ard Priam's throne had


Meanwhile a fetter'd prisoner to the king

With joyful fhouts the Dardan Shepherds bring, THE for Book speaks of Æneas's voyage by fea, and Who to betray us did himself betray,

low, being caft by terbijl upon bbe onaf o Carthage, At once the taker, and at once the prey;
kuas received by Quen Dils, w!0,4r the frafl, | Firmly prepar'd, of one event secur’d,
defires bim to make the relation of the vejtruction of Or of his death or his design assur'd.
Troy; whicb is ibe trgument of this Book. The Trojan youth about the captive flock,

To wonder, or to pity, or to mock.
W THILE all with silence and attention wait, Now hear the Grecian fraud, and from this one

Thus speaks Æneas from the bed of state; Conjecture all the rest.
Madam, when you command us to our review Disarm’d, disorder'd, casting round his eyes
Our fate you make our old wounds bleed anew, On all the troops that guarded him, he cries,

What land, what sea, for me what fate attends : * Runny Mead.

Caught by my focs, condemned by my friends,


Incensed Troy a wretched captive feeks

The mcans to my escape, my bonds I brake, To facrifice; a fugitive, the Greeks.

Fled from my guards, and in a muddy lake To pity this complaint our former rage

Amongst the fedges all the night lay hid, Converts, we now enquire his parentage, Till they their fails had hoist (if so they did). What of their counfels or affairs he knew : And now, alas! no hope remains for me Then fearless he replies, great king, to you My home, my father, and my fons to fee, All truth I shall relate: nor first can I

Whom they, enrag'd, will kill for my offence, Myself to be of Grecian birth deny;

And punish, for my guilt, their innocence. And though my outward state misfortune hath Those gods who know the truths I now relate, Deprest thus low, it cannot reach my faith. That faith which yet temains in violate You may by chance have heard the famous name By mortal men; by these I beg, redress Of Palamede, who from old Belus came,

My causeless wrongs, and pity such distress: Whom, but for voting peace, the Grecks pursue, And now true pity in exchange he finds Accus'd unjustly, then unjustly flew,

For his salse tears, his tongue his hands unbinds. Yet mourn'd his death. My father was his friend, Then spake the king, Be ours, whoe'er thou art; And me to his commands did recommend, Forget the Greeks. But first the truth impart, While laws and councils did his throne support, Why did they raise, or to what use intend I but a youth, yet fome efteen and port

This pile? to a war-like, or religious end? We then did bear, till by Ulysses' craft

Skilful in fraud (his native art), his hands (Things known I speak) he was of life bereft: Toward heaven te rais'd, deliver'd now from Since in dark forrow I my day, did spend,

bands. Till now, disdaining his unworthy end,

Ye pure æthereal flames, ye powers ador'd I could not silence ny complaints, but vow'd By mortal men, ye altars, and the fword Revenge, if ever fate or chance allow'd

I scap'd ; ye sacred fillets that involv'd
My with'd return to Greece; from hence his hate, My destin'd head, grant I may stand absolv'd
From thence my crimes, and all my ills bear date: From all their laws and rights, renounce all game
Old guilt fresh malice gives; the people's ears Of faith or love, their secret thoughts proclaim;
He fills with rumours, and their hearts with fears, Only, 0 Troy, preserve thy faith to me,
And then the prophet to his party drew.

If what I thall relate preserveth thee.
But why do I these thankless cruths pursue; From Pallas' favour, all our hopes, and all
Or why defer your rage? on me, for all

Counsels and actions took original,
'The Greeks, let your revenging fury fall. Till Diomed (for such attempts made fit
Ulylīes this, th’ Atridæ this desire

By dire conjundion with Ulysses' wit) At any rate. We strait are set on fire

Afrails the sacred tower, the guards they fiay (Unpractis'd in such mysteries) to enquire The manner and the cause, which thus he told, The fatal image; straight with our success With gestures humble, as his tale was bold. Our hopes fell back, whilst prodigies express Oft have the Greeks (the fiege detesting) tir'd Her just dildain, her flaming eyes did throw With tedious war, a ttolen retreat defir'd,

Flashes of lightning, from each part did flow And would to heaven they'd gone : but still dif A briny sweat, thrice brandishing her spear,

Her ftatue from the ground itself did rear; By seas or íkies, unwillingly they stay'd.

Then, that we should our facrilege restore, Chiefly when this stupendous pile was rais'd, And re-convey their gods from Argos' fhore, Strange noises fill'd the air ; we, all amaz’d, Calchas persuades, till then we urge in vain Dispatch Eurypylus t'enquire out fates,

The fate of Troy. To measure back the main Who thus the sentence of the gods relates; They all confent, but to return again, A virgin's flaughter did the storm appease, When reinforc'd with aids of gods and men. When firit towards Troy the Grecians took the Thus Calchas; then, instead of that, this pile seas;

To Parlas was design'd; to reconcile Their fafe retreat another Grecian's blood Th' offended power, and expiate our guilt ; Mutt purchaie. All at this confounded stood : To this vast height and monstrous stature built, Each ihinks himself the man, the fear on all Lest, through your gates receiv'd, it might renew Of what, the niifchief but on one can fall. Your vows to her, and her defence to you. Then Calchas (by Ulysses first inspir’d)

But if this sacred gist you disesteem, Vas urg'd to name whom th’angry gods requir'd; The cruel plagues (which heaven divert on them!) Yet was I warn’d (for many were as well

Shall fall on Priam's state : but if the horse Inspir'd as he, and did my fate foretel)

Your walls ascend, aflisted by your force, Ten days the prophet in suspence remain'd, A league 'gainst Greece all Alia shall contrad: Would no man's fate pronounce; at laft, constraind Our fons then suffering what their fires would ad. By Ithacus, he solemnly design'd

Thus by his fraud and our own faith o'ercome, Me for the sacrifice; the people join'd

A feigned tear destroys us, again whom
In glad confent, and all their common fear 'Tydlides nor Achilles could prevail,
Deterinire in my fate; the day drew near, Nor ten years confid, nor a thousand fail.
1 he facred rites prepar'd, ny temples crown'd This feconded by a most sad portent,
With holy wreaths; then I confess I found Which crcdit to the first imposture lent;


groan doch

Lloccon, Neptune's priest, upon the day "Twas then, when the first sweets of fleep repair Devoted to that god, a bull did say.

Our bodies spent with coil, our minds with care ; When two prodigious ferpents were descry'd, (The gods' best gist) when, bath'd in tears and Whose circling strokes the sea's smooth face divide; blood, Above th: deep they raise their scaly crests, Before my face lamenting Hector stood, And item the flood with their erected breasts, His aspect such when foild with bloody dust, Their winding tails advance, and steer their course, Dragg'd by the cords which through his feet were Add 'gainst the shore the breaking billows force. thrust Now landing, from their brandish'd tongues there By his insulting foc; O how transform’d, came

How mucir unlike that HcAor, who return'd A dreadful hiss, and from their eyes a flame. Clad in Achilles' fpoils; when he, among Amaz'd we fly; directly in a line

A thousand ships, (like Jove) his lightning fung! Laocoop they pursue, and first entwine

His horrid beard and knotted trefics stood Each preying upon one) his tender fons;

Stiff with his gore, and all his wounds ran blood: Then him, who armed to their rescue runs, Intranc'd I lay, then (weeping) said, the joy, They seiz'd, and with entangling folds embrac'd, 'The hope and stay of thy declining Troy; His neck twice compalling, and ewice his waist : What rcgion held thee, whence, so niuch desir'd, Their poisonous knots he itrives to break and tear, Art thou rcitor'd to us consum'd and tir'd While fiime and blood his facred wreaths befinear; | With toils and deaths; but what fad cause conThen loudly roars, as when th' enraged bull

founds From th' altar fies, and from his wounded skull | Thy once fair looks, or why appear those wounds! Shakes the huge ax; the conquering serpents fly Regardless of my words, he no reply To cruel Pallas' altar, and there lie

Returns, but with a dreadful

cry, Cader her feet, within her fhield's extent. Fly from the fiame, O goddess-born, cur walls We, in our sears, conclude this fate was sent The Greeks 'pofless, and Troy confounded falls Jutly on him, who struck the facred oak From all her glories; if it might have stood With his accursed lance. Then to invoke By any power, hy this right hand it should. The goddess, and let in the fatal horse,

What man could do, by me for Troy was done, We all consent.

Take here her reliques and her gods, to run A spacious breach we make, and Troy's proud With them thy fate, with them new walls exwall,

pect, Built by the gods, by her own hands doth fall; Which, tost on seas, thou shalt at last erect : Thus, all thcir help to their own ruin give, Theo brings old Veita from her sacred quire, Some draw with cords, and some the moniter drive Her holy wreaths and her eternal fire. With rolls and levers : thus our works it climbs, Meanwhile the walls with doubtful cries refound Eg with our fate; the youth with songs and From far (fur fhidy coverts did surround Thimes,

My father's house); approaching ftill more near Esme dance, some hale the rope; at last let down 'The clash of arms, and voice of men we hear : le caters with a thundering noise the town. Rouz'd from my bed, I speedily afcend - Troy, the seat of gods, in war renown'a ! The houses tops, and listening there attend. Three times it ftruck, as oft the clashing sound As flamies roll’d by the winds 'conspiring force, Of arms was heard, yet blinded hy the power O'er full-ear's corn, or torrents raging course Of fate, we place it in the sacred tower.

Bcars down th’oppofing oaks, the fields destroys, Cifandra then foretels th' event, but she

And mocks the plough-man's toil, th' unlook'dFiado no belief (such was the gods' decree.)

for nuile The altars with fresh flowers we crown, and waste From neighbouring hills th' amaz'd shepherd hears; In feasts that day, which was (alas !) our last. Such my furprize, and such their rage appears. Now by the revolntion of the skies,

First fell thy house, Ucalcyon, then thine ..ght's Lable hadows from the ocean rise, Deiphobus, Sigæan seas did shine sich heaven and earth, and the Greek frauds Bright with Troy's flames; the trumpets dreadful involu'd,

found The city in secure repose diffolvid,

The louder groans of dying men confound; Wha from the admiral's high poop appears Give me my arms, I cry'd, refolv'd to throw A light, by which the Argive squadron steers Myself ’mong any that oppos’d the foc . Their slent course to llium's well-known fhore, Rage, anger, and despair at once suggest, When Sipon (sav'd by the gods' partial power) That of all deaths, to die in arms was beft. Spees the horse, and through the unlockt doors The first I met was Pantheus, Phæbus' priest, To the free air the armed freight restores: Who 'scaping with his gods and reliques fled, L"yles, Sthencleus, Tisander, slide

And towards the shore his little grandchild led; Down by a rope, Machaon was their guide ; Pantheus, what hope remains? what force, what Atrides, Pyrrhus, Thoas, Athamas,

And Epeus, who the fraud's contriver was : Made good? but sighing, he replies, Alas!
The gates they feize; the guards, with fleep and Trojans we were, and mighty Ilium was;

But the last period, and the fatal hour
Oppreit, furprize, and then their forces join. Of Troy is come: our glory and our power


Incensed Jove transfers to Grecian hands; Then of his arms Androgens he divests,
The foe within the burning town commands; His sword, his Thield he takes and plumed crees,
And (like a smother'd fire) an unfven force Then Riohcus, Dymas, and the reit, all glad
Breaks from the bowels of the fatal horse : Of the occasion, in fresh spoils are clad.
Insulting Sinon lings about the flame,

Thus mixt with Giveks, as if their fortune fill
And thousands more than e'er from Argos came Follow'à their svords, we fight, pursue, and kill.
Poficís the gates, the palles, and the streets, Some re-afcend the horse, and he whosc fides
And these the sword o’ertakes, and those it meets. Let forth the valiant, now the coward hides.
The guard nor fights nor fiies; their face so near Some to their fafer guard, their ships retire :
At ouce suspends their courage and their fear. But vain's that hope, 'gainst which the gods coo.
Thus by the gods, andi by Atrides' words

frire; Inspir'd, I make my way through fire, through Behold ihe royal virgin, the divine swords.

Caflandrı, from Minerva's fatal thrine Where noises, tumults, outcries and alarms, Dragg'd by the hair, caiting towards heaven, in I heard; firit iphitus, renown'd for arms,

vain, We meet, who knew us (fer the moon did shine); Her eyes; for cords her tender hands did ftraia; 'Then Ripheus, Hypanis, and Dymas join

Choræbus, at the fpe&acle enrag'd,
Their force, and young Choræbus, Mygdon's son, Flies in amidit the foes; we thus engag'd,
Who, by the love of fair Caliandra won,

To fecond him, among the thickest ran;
Arriv'd but lately in her father's aid;

Here first our ruin from our friends began, Unhappy whom the threats could not dissuade Who from the temple's battlements a shower of his prophetic spouse;

Of darts and arrows on our heads did pour : Whom wherr I saw, yet daring to maintain They us for Creeks, and now the Giceks (who The fight, I faid, Brave spirits (but in vain)

knew Are you refolv'd to fol yw one who dares Caflandra's rescue) us for Trojans flew. Tempe all extremes? the state of our affairs Then from all parts Ulysses, Ajax then, You see: the gods have left us, by whose aid And then th' Atridæ, sally ail their mec; Dar empire stood; nor can the flame be staid : As winds that meet from several coafts, contest, Then let us fall amidst our foes; this one

Their prisons being broke, the south and welt, Rclief the vanquish'd have, to hope for none. And Eurus on his winged courses born, Then reinforcid, as in a stormy night

Triumphing in their speed, the woods are torn, Volves vrged by their raging appetite

And chafing Nereus with his trident throws Forage for prey, which their neglected young The billows from the bottom; then all those With greedy jaws expect, ev'n lo among

Who in the dark our fury did cscape, Foes, fire, and swords, t' assured death we pass, Returning, know our borrow'd arms, and shape, Darkness our guide, despair our leader was. And differing dialect. then their numbers swell Who can relate that evening's woes and spoils, And grow upon us; first Choræbus fell Or can his tears proportion to our toils? Before Minerva's altar, next did bleed The city, which so long had flourish'd, falls; Just Ripheus, whon 10 Trojan did exceed Death triumphs o'er the houses, teniyles, walls. In virtue, yet the gods his fate decreed. Nor only on the Trojans fell this dooin,

Then Hypanis and Dymas, wounded by Their hearts at lait the vanquish'd re-allume; Their friends; nor thee, Pantheus, thy piety, And now the viétors fall: on all sides fears, Nor confecrated mitre, from the same Groans and pale death in all her shapes appears : Ill fate could save; my country's funeral flame Auirogeus firit with his whole trocp was cast And Troy's cold ashes I attest, and call Upon us, with civility misplac'd;

To witness for myself, that in their fall Tlus grecting as, You losc, by your delay, No foes, no death, nor danger, I declin'd, Your hare, both of the honour and the

preyi Nid, and deserv'd no less, my fate to find. Oiners the spoils of burning Troy convey

Now Iphitus with me, and Pelias Back to thofe fhipa, which you but now forsake. Slowly retire; the one retarded was We making no return; his sad mistake

By feeble age, the other by a wound; Too late he finds : as when an unseen saako To court the cry directs us, where we found A traveller's unwary foot hath preft,

Th'affault so hot, asit 'twere only there, Who trembling ítaris, when the inake's azure crest And all the rest fecure from foes or fear: Swoln with his riling anger, he espies,

The Grecks the gates approach'd, their targets Sa from our view surpriz'd Androgeus flies.

cait Rut here an easy victory wenieet:

Over their heads, fome scaling-ladders plac'd Feir binds their hands, and ignorance their feet. against the walls, the rest the iteps ascend, Whilft fortune our first enterprize did aid, And with their thields on their left arms defend Encourag'd with luccess, Choræbus said,

Arrows and darts, and with their right hold faf O friends, we now by better fates are led, The battlement; on them the Trojans caft And in the fair path they lead us, let us tread. Stones, rafters, pillars, beams; such arnis as these füit change your arms, and their distinctions Now hopeless, for their last defence they seize. bear;

The gilded roofs, the marks of ancient itate, l'he fahie, in focis deesit and virite are.

They tumble down; and now againit the gate


Of th’inner court their growing force they bring : 1 There stood an altar open to the view
Now was our lait effort to save the king,

Of heaven, near wirich an aged ljurel grew,
Relieve the fainting, and succeed the dead. Whose Mady arms the household gods embrac'd;
A private gallery 'twixt th' apartments led, Before whofe fect the queen berself had cait
Not to the foe yet known, or not observ'd With all her daughters, and the Trojan wives,
(The way for Hector's hapless wife reserv'd, As doves whom an approaching tempest drives
When to the aged king, her little son

And frights into one flock; but having spy'd She would present); through this we pass, and run Old Priam clad in youthful arms, she cried, Up to the highest battlement, from whence Alas, my wretched husband, what pretence The Trojans threw their darts without offence, To bear those arms, and in then what dcfence? A tower so high, it seem'd to reach the sky, Such aid such times require not, when again Stoc. on the roof, from whence we could descry If Hector were alive, he liv'd in vain; All lliam—both the camps, the Grecian ficet ;

Or liere we shall a sanctuary find, This where the beams upon the columns meet, Or as in life we shall in death be join'd. We loníen, which like thunder from the cloud Then weeping, with kind force held and embracid, Breaks in their heads, as sudden and as loud. And on the sacred sca the king the plac'd. But others still succeed : meantime, nor stones Meanwhile Polites, one of Priam's fons, Nor any kind of weapons cease

Flying the rage of bloodly Pyrrhus, runs Before the gate in gilded armour shone

Through foes and swords, an I ranges all the court Young Pyrrhus, like a snake, his skin now grown, And empty galleries, amaz'd and hurt; Who fed oa poisonous herbs all winter lay Pyrrhus pursues him, now o'ertakes, now kills, Under the ground, and now reviews the day

And his last blood in Priam's presence spills. Fresh in his new apparel, proud and young,

The king (though hiin so many deaths in close)
Rolls up his back, and brandishes his tongue, Nor fear, nor grief, but indignation shows;
And lifts his scaly breast against the sun; The gods requite thee (if within the care
With him his father's squire, Automcdon,

or those above th' affairs of mortals are )
And Periphas who drove his winged steeds, Whose fury on the son but loft had been,
Enter the court; whom all the youth succeeds Had not his parents' eyes his murder seen:
Of Scyros' isle, who flaming firebrands ilung Not that Achilles (whom thou feign'st to be
Up to the roof, Pyrrhus himself among

Thy father) so inhuman was to me;
The foremost with an axe an entrance hews He'blusht, when I the rights of arins implor'd,
Through beams of solid oak, then freely views To me my Hector, me to Troy reftorid :
The chambers, galleries, and rooms of state,

This faid, his feeble arm a javelin flung, Where Priam and the ancient monarchs sate. Which on the founding ihield, scarce entering At the first gate an armed guard appears;

rung: But th' inner court with horror, noise, and tears,

Then Pyrrhus; Go a messenger to hell Confus’dly fillid the women's shricks and cries Of my black deeds, and to my father till The arched vaults re-echo to the skies;

The acts of his degenerate race. So through Sad matrons wandering through the spacious rooms

His son's warm blood the trembling king he Embrace and kiss the pofts: then Pyrrhus comes

drew Full of his father, neither men nor walls

To th' altar; in his hair one hand he wreaths; His force fustain, the torn port-cullis falls,

His sword the other in his bosom fbcaths. Then from the hinge their strokes the gates divorce, Thus fell the king, who yet surviv'd the state, And where the way they cannot find, they force. With such a signal and peculiar fate, Not with such rage a swelling torrent flows

Under so vast a ruin, not a grave, Above his banks, th' opposing dams o'erthrows,

Nor in such flames a funeral fire to have : Depopulates the fields, the cattle, shcep,

He whom such titles swell’d, such


made Shepherds and folds, the foaming surges sweep.

And now between two sad extremes I stood, To whom the sceptres of all Ada bow'd,
Here Pyrrhus and th’ Atridæ drunk with blood, On the cold earth lies th' unregarded king,
There th' hapless queen amongst an hundred A headless carcase, and a nameless thing.

AndPriam quenching from his wounds thofeflames
Which his own hands had on the altar laid;
Then they the secret cabinets invade,
Where stood the fifty nuptial beds, the hopes
Of that great race; the golden posts, whose tops EARL OF STRAFFORD'S
Old hostile spoils adorn'd, demolish'd lay,
Or to the foe, or to the fire a prey.

Now Prian's fate perhaps you may enquire :
Seeing his empire loft, his Troy on fire,
And his own palace by the Greeks poffeft,

REAT Strafford! worthy of that name,

though all Arms long disus'd his trembling limbs invest;

Of thee could be forgotten, but thy fall, Thus on his foes he throws himself alone,

Crush'd hy imaginary treason's weight, Not for their fate, but to provoke his own:

Which too much morit did accunujate : Vol. II.



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