Virgil's Bucolicks Engished [sic]. VVhereunto is added the translation of the two first satyrs of Iuvenal. By Iohn Bidle

D. IVNIVS IVVENAL HIS SECOND SATYR.

THE ARGVMENT.

False glozing Stoickes naked Stript; Their tapess'd sins unmaskt, and whipt. Obscene abused Cat amites. Soft Iudges. Base Hermaphrodites. Face-Farthing Otho quipt; his Error In too much Gazing on his Mirror. The Gracchi (that not orious Paire) Unvizor'd, and well-scourged are: The First, for his Man. Marriage, vext; For Fencing on the Stage the Next. He shewes the source, from whence arise All such uncouth Impieties, To be,'cause men beleeve no Hell. Then do's Rome's vast Ambition tell, And jerkes, with It, her soft-growne State That Strangers did effeminate.

I Hence from Rome will post, with speedy Motion, Beyond the Sauromates, and frozen Ocean: When Sacred Manners are the Chat of Those, Who, seeming Cury, live like Bacchus Froes. First are your Art-lesse Pedants: though at Home They have Chrysippus Image made of Lome In every Creeke, and Corner. For sole He, Of these Men, the exactest faine will be, That can the Life-like Statues shew to Vs, Of Aristotle, and Sage Pittacus.

And (••s Megazin of Bookes to guard) that sets Cleanthes and the Stoicks Counterfeits. The Front's a cozening Mirror: For what street Is not with Obscene Catoes now repleate? None more comptrols Effeminacy, than The most notorious soft Socratian. Rough Limbs, and Armes all-bristled o'r with Haire. Are the plaine Badges of a Mind severe: But in thy smooth Posteriors, full of Biles, The smiling Leach doth lance the swelling Piles. These men have seal'd-up Lips, and take great Pride, In silence and demurnesse; yea, beside Then notted Haire doth not their Ey-brow busse: And therefore debaucht Teribonius Is in a far more tolerable state; His Nature to Malignant Stars, and Fate I iustly doe impute, whose very colour, And lazy Gate are Symptomes of his Dolour. Such mens simplicity should Vs excite To Sympathy, and Ruth; Their Passion's might Doth plead Them Guiltlesse: But far worse are They Who with Herculean Thundring Taunts inveigh 'Gainst these Delinquents, and of Vertue prate Amid their base Venereous Cringes. What? For feare of thy drad presence shall I thiver, While thy Posteriors do obscenely quiver? Or, Sext us, am I one jot worse than Thee, Quoth loose Varillus of known Iufamy? Strait let Him be, that mocks a wry-leg'd Man; White, that derides an AEthiopian. The Graccbi plaining fore of Garboiles neare, And Innovation, who can brooke to heare? Who would not, with confusion blending All, Cry out; Heavens! Earth, and Seas! when Verres shall,

(The Archest Land sharke) be displeas'd with Theeves; At Homicides when th' Hackster Milo grieves; The most Notorious leacher Clodius, Empleads Adulterers; When Cethegus; (The Boutefeu)'s accus'd by Catiline; When three like bloudy Tyrants shall (in fine) Tax Sylla's Table of Proscription? In which list was Vespasian's Lust-full Sonne, Whose Coiture, and late-Adultery, Might be the subject of a Tragedy: Who calling backe the Inlian Law severe, All, nay (Mars and his Lemman thrild with Feare: From Iulia's fruitfull (but too son-laid) wombe, When so many Abortives forth did come; And from Her issued, (in lieu of sonne) (Right like their Vncle) shapelesse Embryous. Therefore doe not the most deboist, by right, Yea even the vicious in the Abstract, slight These glozing Sca••r••, Who of sinne complaine. And, bit by thier Invectives, snap againe? Late one of these Abuse-Comptrolers proud Laronia brookt not, as he yeild aloud, Retreating, where art thou Julian Law? Falne in a ••ethargy? with smiling Aw Who thus acoasts Him; O thrice-happy Age, Whose Manners Grosse are checkt by such a Sage! Let Rome (earst Impudent) Now blush c'offend: A third sowre Cato doth from heaven descend! But whence, Sir, doe the Iushious Vnguents come? Whence is this odoris'rous Balsamum (In thy rough hairy Neck that swels so) brought? Tell of what seller of Perfumes 'twas bought. But if the sleep-drownd Lawes be rowzed, Than, Above All, ought the sharpe Scantinian.

First canvas Men in your strict Scrutinies: More palpable are their Enormities: But their Vast Number doth Them safely shield, And their close Files with Target Fencers stield. Amongst those Rybaulds there is great Consent; But no such detestable President Shall in our Sex be found: Even Taedia (That Trull) doth never Abuse Cluvia: Nor Flora (that lewd Quean) Catulla Wrong With th' obscene Actions of her beastly Tong. Hispo's a Pathick, and diseas'd no lesse With Passive, than with Active Filthinesse. Do e'r we Women wrangling causes plead? Do We the Civill-Lawes peruse, and read? Or in your strife-full Courts e'r scold, and brawl? Still at your Tournies, Few (or None at all) Virago-like doe combat; Few doe eat The Doughty Wrastlers sole-allotted Meat. Ye Card Wooll, and re-carry backe in Maunds The well-wrought Webb; Ye nimbly with your hands Rowl the Thred-swelling Spindle, Quicker yea Than feat Arachne, or Penelope. Like to the Squallid Spinster, by her Dame Doom'd to the Clog for being Tardy ta'ne. Why wealthy Hister made his Denison, In's Will sole Heir of all his Goods, 'tis known; Why with great Largesses He, in his Life, Rewarded still his untoucht Virgin-Wife. Rais'd shall She be to Wealth, and Dignity, That in a Pathick's Pallet Third doth ly. This way to Thrive I thee will onely teach, Marry but such a One, and ne'r Appeach. Rich Pendants guerdon oft such secresie. On Vs a heavie Doome is past, and We

Mean-while do smart it; The Lawes partiall are, That silly Doves infest, and Crows forbeare. These daunted Stoicks from Laronia slung, While such Apparant Truths She boldly sung: For who can burden her with Forgeries? What will not others dare to enterprise, When Thou invellopt art, soft Creticus, In Robes of Tassetie Diaphanous And (though the Rout doth fleere at this thy Vest) In it to Death Thou Harlots sentencest, As poore Polinea, and Procula. A Whore's Fabulla, and Carfinia, Condemne 'em (if Thou list;) yet ne'r will They, Condemn'd, invest Themselves in such Aray. But Sun-burn't July Sir, most torrid is, And I even swelt with Heat. I grant you This Then plead stark-naked: 'Tis a seemlier thing To be a Mad-man, than a Wantonling. A Garb past all compare! in which Thee clad, And promulgating Lawes (so Life They had) Ev'n daign to heare the Ancient Romans might, Returning Victors from some horrid Fight All gasht, and mangled; And those Mountainers, Their Plowes forsaking, and their Tillage-Cares! What would you not exclaime, a Iudge to see So trapped? I demand if A affetie Become a Witnesse? Thou undaunted art, A Patriot stout: yet ev'ry Limb, and Part May be discerned (to thy great disgrace) Through the small crannies of thy pory Case. 'Tis other Loose Men's foule Contagion Hath stencht thy Life, and further yet will run; Like as one Scabbed Sheepe a Flocke infects; One scurvie Swine a whole Heard's Health rejects;

And from sight of one perisht Grape that's blue, Another Grape contracts the selfe-same Hue. E'r long thou'lt Villanies attempt, and dare, Than those soft Vestments more flagitious farre. None forwith e'r extreamely wicked grew. Thee, by degrees, into their filthy crew The throng of Dapper softlings will admit, Who 'bout their Fronts at Home do Bonnets knit, Their Neckes adorning with deft Carquinets; And (like the Froes, that with Sow's tender Tears Appease their Bona dea) screen'd in Night's Black collied Mantle, doe their beastly Rites To the Virago; but invert the Guise, And Women thence cashier, and chase with Cries, Who dare not to the guarded Lobby venture? This sacred Temple may Men onely enter; Hence, Profane Women, Hence, They lowdly bawl; No Cornets Clangor howleth Here at all; Such Orgies did those Priests Effeminate, Earst with Night-burning Tapers celebrate, Wont with their Antique Rounds (obscenely merry) Cecropian Cotytto even to weary. He with wet Cole-sleck all his eye-brow smears; Then curls in curious sort the collow'd Haires With a neat Crisping Pin, and lifting up His twinckling Eyes, doth fard'em In a Cup Of Glasse, proportion'd like a Virile Wand, He drinks, and in a Call (with curious Hand Made all of ductill Gold) his Head he dresses, Fare't with the Trammels of his braided Tresses; In Watchet Robes invested, finely wrought With Cob-web-worke, and in a Whitish Coat Smooth-shorn, and thin, his very Groome (beside) Swearing by Juno in a wanton Pride.

In's Hand Another carr's a Looking glasse, (Earst Otho's, born in lieu of Royall Mace) And It, no lesse triumphing, doth advance, Than Turnus, when he brandisht Actor's Lance. In which He view'd Him-selfe in Harnesse standing, And His the standards to erect commanding. In new-made Registers, and a Fresh story To be recorded is this Mirror's Glory, Part of the Baggage of the Civil Warre! Galba to stay, was like a Chiestain Rare, And woman-like (forsooth) with curious Art His Skin to Fucusse, was a Heroe's part! To bicker sharpely, at Brebriacum, For Empire of great Pallace-famed Rome. And spread on's Face Bread soakt in Asses Milk, To sleek the skin, and make't as soft as silke! When Quiver-wearing loose Semramis Did never in Assyria practise This; Nor Cleopatra, in her base Retreat From fatall Actium, sad for her defeat. All kind of rybauld Talke, and filthy words, Are Here the parly at their very Boards: To speake obscurely Here, and make a Noise With an affected wanton, lisping Voice, Hath the same Liberty, as earst among Base Phrygian Cybele's lascivious Throng; And the old dotard, with a hoary Head, Their Arch-Priest, Spirit-rapt, and extased, May for his rav'ning panch. (ne'r cloy'd with meat) Of Gurmandizers be sole tearm'd the GREAT; And is well worthy to be hir'd, to be Their Provost with an Ample Salarie. But why yet linger These, and daily thus, Whom (like those Phrygian Priests Venereous)

It is high time Themselves to evirate, Sith they are Now grown quite Effeminate? The Pathick Gracchus (like a Virgin-Bride) (As I thinke) to a Fluter earst affide, A Trumpeter he was else (I assure ye) Gave forty Sesterces to him for doury. In short, the Nuptial Tables both were sign'd; To this great Vollyes of loud shouts were ioyn'd All crying out to Both, God give ye Ioy! Large dishes, charg'd with Viands, in a Ray Were set upon the Tabler; This New Bride Lay dandling in her Husband's Lap beside. O Peers! Of Censours, to Reforme with speed, Or of Sooth-sayers have We greater need T' Attone such foule portentuous Crimes as This? Wouldst thinke'em more stupendious Prodigies, And shudder more, to see a Cow to a Lamb, Or to a Calfe a Woman prove a dam? Long purfled stoles, and Scarfs of Crimson Dy Now habit Him, whose Neck beseemingly With short Round scutcheons was still charg'd of yore, Which Thong-ty'd, nodding with the Waight he bore, And the Morisco danc'd, till (chaf't with Heat) He parboild all his Limbs in scalding sweat. O Mars, drad Father of all-crushing Rome! Whence have the Latian upland shep-heards come To this stupendious Height of Wickednesse? Whence hath such tickling Lust (like Netles) these Thy bastardizing Nephews toucht, and slung? For lo a Man, whose Fame for Riches rung; Who was innobled by his royall Line, Doth (against Nature) with a Man combine! And dost not (for all This) thy Murrion shake, Nor cause the Earth, struck with thy Lance, to quake

And, netled with most horrid Indignation, To thy fire love complaine in furious Fashion? Avant Then; leave thy Tilt. yard (earst severe) Which Thou neglectest Now, devoid of care. To Morrow, when Sol First shall mount his Carre, And Heaven's Career to Gallop Him prepare, I must unto Quirinus Temple wend, For I've engag'd my service to a Friend. Pray what's the cause (quoth One) of your Vagary? When straight Another, Why d'ye make Enquiety, As though You know not? His Friend married is Vnto a Man, and with a Few, (for This) 'Tis shuffled up: But, if you live, you'l see Such Nuptials solemniz'd openlie, And in the Publike Registers inrold. Mean while great Teen these Male-Brides hearts doth hold, Because They cannot (be They ne'r so fain) Bring foorth, and so their Husbands still retain. But Nature well provided that our minds Should not our Bodyes change to other Kinds. These cannot be with-childed, therefore They Must barren dy, and ne'r their Bellies lay; Nor yet no pouting hus pust Lydian Dame With her Receipts can remedy the same: Nor would it profit, though their Palms they had By Pans yare running Priests well ferula'd. But Gracchus in a sleeve-lesse Coat bedight, (His Gown discarded) hath outstripped quite This vncouth monster with his Trident, and Turnd Fencer, earst did scoure the spacious Sand, O'r come, and chas'd by his pursuing Fo-man (I say) the Scoundrel Gracchus, No•• a common Net-casting Fencer, whose high Royall strain Dim'd with it's Lustre all the clinquant traine

Of Capitol-preserving Manlius. The stout Marcelli, Great-soul'd Catulus, And life-contemning Paulus doughty Brood; Th' Heroick Fabies all of Noble Blood And all the Senators, with every Peere Plac't in the Fore-ranke of the Theater; Though I should ad to These the Praetor too, The Fencing-Nets to cast that hir'd him tho. That there are any grizly, hideous Ghoasts; Realms vnder ground in Hel's black Ebon Coasts; And a long shoving Pole (grim Charon's Oare;) And blacke Frogs swimming in the Stygian Moore, And that so many thousand souls do float. And stem that Sable Sound in one small Boat; Men, nay even Boyes themselves (vnlesse they be No higher than three Horse-loaves, nor a Fee E'r to the Bath-guide did for Batting pay) Are so farre from Beleeving Now, that They But Silly Old wives Fables do esteem 'em, And childrens Bugs, and Scare-crows onely deem'em But do Thou count em' true; What dost suppose Stern Curius thinks, and the Two Scipio's? What grave Fabricius, and Camillus Ghoast? What all the Fabies, that Patrician Hoast, Quite routed at the Verge of Cremera? And all the Roman Fry, whose Corpses lay So thicke, that Cannae's field was paved quite? What the soules of so many slaine in Fight, As oft as any such polluted Ghoast As this, descends Hence to their hallowed Coast? Sure They would eft-soons to be purg'd desire With Sulphur (might they have't) and Sacred Fire; With fat Pine-Tapers, and a clensing Spray, To sprinkle Holy-water, made of Bay.

Alas, We (Whether we beleeve't, or no) To the Infernall Kingdomes needs must go! We have (Indeed) our Guydons born beyond The Late-ta'n Orcads, and Hibernian strond; And sea-clapt Britans whose light Hemi-sphere Is with Nights sable shrouds scarce curtain'd e're. But the Prodigious sins, which We, at Home, (Triumphant Victors) do commit in Rome, Those whom We have surpriz'd, and triumph o're (Sole Conquerours indeed) to doe abhorre. But yet One, loose Armenian Zalates, Softer than striplings All, unnerv'd by Ease, Was (as 'twas bruited, and by all men se'd) The Lust-inflamd Tribune's Ganymed. See what commerce will doe! he came to Rome As a good, simple Hostage did become. Here they are made Men! But if longer stay These Forraine Lands make in our City, They Shall ne'r want a corrupting Paramour. Their slops, Knives, Bridles, switches swopt with our Loose Garbles, the Praetext Manners soft away They will beare with them to Artaxata.

FINIS.