Poems and translations, written upon several occasions, and to several persons by a late scholar of Eaton.

A Greek EPIGRAM.

To Idera.

SHot by th' Artillery of your fair Eye, So great my pains, I would, but cannot die: Sicilian Tyrants never yet could Death deny! Tears from my fester'd Wound, like Matter, flow, And still the Fire you will not quench, but blow.

What shall I do? I've ransack'd Nature's store, She has no Plantain for a Lover's Sore: Leucas the only Remedy is no more. Ah! Madam, you, and only you can save, Your Beauty that must heal the Wound it gave. I'm Telephus, you have Achilles Arms, You have, and know you have all their inherent Charms. However, let me not like† Chiron lie

Cursing my self, and you, and Immortalitie! —Qualis conjectâ cerva sagittâ, Quam procul incautam nemora inter Cresia fixit Pastor agens telis, liquit{que} volatile ferrum Nescius: illa fugâ silvas saltus{que} peragrat Dictaeos: haeret lateri lethalis arundo. Vir. Aeneid. 4.

Notes

• Leucas, a Rock so called from Leucus one of the Companions of Ulysses, who was slain by Antiphus, as Homer tells the Story. Whosoever leap'd down from the top of this Rock, was freed from the slavery and tyranny of Love, as Jupiter, Venus, Artemisia, Hippomedon, and several others experienc'd. See the reason of this wonderful Vertue, that was so peculiar to this Rock, given by Pto∣lemaeus Hephaestion. Lib. 7.
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  Hercules upon some quarrel with the Centaurs for broaching a new Hogshead of their Wine for his own drinking, as he shot at Ela∣tus one of their company, the Arrow struck through his arm into his Friend Chiron's knee; who by reason of his immortality, was forc'd to endure a great deal of misery; but at last was releas'd, being per∣mitted to change life for death with Prometheus. v. Apollodor▪ Lib. 2. Cap. 4. § 4.