Several poems compiled with great variety of wit and learning, full of delight wherein especially is contained a compleat discourse, and description of the four elements, constitutions, ages of man, seasons of the year, together with an exact epitome of the three by a gentlewoman in New-England.
Bradstreet, Anne, 1612?-1672.
Darius by election made a King,
His title to make strong omits no thing:
He two of Cyrus daughters then doth wed,
Two of his Neeces takes to Nuptial bed,
Page 99By which he cuts their hopes for future time,
That by such steps to Kingdomes often clime.
And now a King •y mariage choice and blood:
Three strings to's bow, the least of which is good;
Yet firmly more, the peoples hearts to bind.
Made wholsome, gentle laws which pleas'd each mind.
His courtesie and assability.
Much gain'd the hearts of his nobility.
Yet notwithstanding all he did so well,
The Babylonians 'gainst their prince rebell.
An host he rais'd the city to reduce;
But men against those walls wore of no use.
Then brave Zopirus for his masters good,
His manly face disfigures, spares no blood:
With his own hands cutts off his ears and nose,
And with a faithfull fraud to th' town he goes,
tells them how harshly the proud king had dealt,
That for their sakes his cruelty he felt,
Desiring of the Prince to raise the siege,
This violence was done him by his Liege.
This told, for entrance he stood not long,
For they believ'd his nose more then his tongue
With all the city's strength they him betrust,
If he command, obey the greatest must.
When opportunity he saw was sit
Delivers up the town, and all in it.
To loose a nose, to win a town's no shame;
But who dares venture such a stake for th' game
Then thy disgrace, thine honour's manifold,
Who doth deserve a statue made of gold.
Page 100Nor can Darius in his Monarchy.
Scarce find enough to thank thy I yalty:
Yet o're thy glory we must cast this vail,
Thy craft more then thy valour did prevail.
Darius in the second of his reign
An Edict for the •ews publish•d again:
The Temple to rebuild, for that did rest
Since Cyrus time, Cambises did molest.
He like a King now grants a Charter large,
Out of his own revennues bears the charge,
Gives Sacrifices, wheat, wine oyle and salt,
Threats punishment to him that through default
Shall let the work or keep back any thing.
Of what is freely granted by the King:
And on all Kings he poures out Execrations
That shall once dare to rase those firm foundations
They thus backt by the King, in spight of foes
Built on and prosper'd till their house they close.
And in the sixth year of his friendly reign,
Set up a Temple (though a less) again
Darius on the Scythians ma•e a war;
Entring that larg and barren Country far:
A Bridge he made, which serv'd for boat & barge
O're Ister fair, with labour and with charge.
But in that desert 'mongst his barbarous foes
Sharp wants, not swords, his valour did oppose,
His Army fought with hunger and with cold,
Which to assail his royal Camp was bold.
By these alone his host was pincht so sore,
He warr'd defensive, not offensive more.
Page 101The Salvages did laugh at his distress,
Their min••s by Hiroglyphicks they express,
A Frog a Mouse, a bird, an arrow sent,
The King will needs interpret their intent;
Possession of water, earth and air,
But wise Gob••as reads not half so fair:
(Quoth he) like frogs in water we must dive,
Or like to mice un•er the earth must live
Or fly like birds in un•nown wayes full quick,
Or Scythian arrows in our sides must stick.
The King seeing his men and victual spent,
This fruitless war beg place to repent,
Return'd with little honour, and less gain
His enemies scarce seen, then much less slain.
He after this intends Greece to invade,
But troubles in less Asia him staid,
Which husht he straight so orders his affairs,
For At•a•a an army he prepares;
But as before, so now with ill success
Return'd with wondrous loss, and honourless.
Athens perceiving now their desperate state
Arm'd all they could, which eleven thousand made
By brave Miltiades their chief being l•d:
Darius multitudes before them fled.
At Marathon this bloudy field was fought,
Where Grecians prov'd themselves right souldiers stout
Tho Persians to their gallies post with speed
Where an Athenian shew'd a valiant deed,
Pursues his flying foes then on the sand,
He stayes a lanching gally with his hand,
Page 102Which soon cut off, inrag'd, he with his left,
Renews his hold, and when of that bereft,
His whetted teeth he claps in the firm wood,
Off flyes his head, down showres his frolick bloud,
Go Persians, carry home that angry piece,
As the best Trophe which ye won in Greece,
Darius light, yet heavy home returns,
And for revenge, his heart still restless burnes,
His Queen Atossa Author of this stirr,
For Grecian maids ('tis said) to wait on her.
She lost her aim, her Husband he lost more,
His men his coyne, his honour and his store;
And the ensuing year ended his Life,
(Tis thought) through grief of this successless strife
Thirty six years this noble Prince did reign,
Then to his second Son did all remain.