of, when he says, that his subject was well enough known in Greece, and that con∣sequently
he might begin where he pleas'd. But as to Homer's Country, which
Philiris saies is heaven, and that Poetry is the Language of the Gods, 'tis a little
extraordinary, though all Oracles were in verse. For Homers sentences, besides
that they are such as it may be were in every mouth in those days, all sects of Phi∣losophy
have gotten somewhat out of him; as if he commend Vertue, he is pre∣sently
a Stoick, &c. Nor have they been more fortunate, that make him Master of
all Arts; or to say better, a Jack of all Trades. For to make him a Ship-Carpenter,
'tis enough that he makes his Vlisses one: To shew he was a good Cook, he made
his Hero's turn the spit, and boil the pot, and in Vulcan he is an Armourer: This
was an easie way to be of all Trades; but it is to be thought, that Ignorance and
Pedantry were the Godfathers that gave him that name. That any Captains and
the like should esteem him, as if his works could infuse courage, is as improbable;
and yet this is no great commendation; for Amadis hath sharpen'd the courage of
some, whose unacquaintance with affairs kept them in ignorance of what was truly
military. And for Alexander and Alcibiades, who going into a school, and ask∣ing
the Master for Homer's Iliads, gave him a box on the ear, when he told him he
had none, 'tis no great credit. Alcibiadas was a rash yong fellow, that affronted
all where he came, not sparing the very Images of the Gods, the noses whereof
he cut off; besides that, it shews that it was in those days a Book fitter for School∣boys
then Souldiers; and indeed it was fit a Schoolmaster should have it, it being
their daily-bread; as Hieron said to Xenophanes, complaining of Poverty; That
Homer, though while he liv'd, begg'd his bread, yet dead, he maintained ten thou∣sand
men. And hence it came, that the Schoolmasters have ever been his greatest
celebrators. As for Hector's leaving the Army in a fight, to go and deliver a mes∣sage
that was unnecessary, 'twas such an absurdity as Philiris mentions it not. As
for the fable of Circe, 'tis justly tax'd: for dawb as you will with Mythologies,
Ulysses's lying with a Sorceress, will be a thing of ill example. As for the Beauty
of Helen and Penelope, Clarimond says what he ought, and Philiris answers as well;
but for the chastity of the latter, and that evasion of the web, 'tis such a poor
one, that so many yong Lovers could not but in so many years discover it. But
there are that say, that those yong men, all enjoy'd her, and that thence sprang
the God Pan, you have the credit of the Poets for the one as well as the
other.
Clarimond having spoken of Homer, spends not time on the other Greek Poets,
since it was but repetition; and so falls on Virgil the Prince of the Latine Poets.
That Dido liv'd not in Aeneas's time, is easie to prove: for his Fables, they are
low enough; his Buckler of Aeneas, his golden branch to go to hell with; to
finde explications for them, were to no purpose. But Philiris deservedly com∣mends
the harmony, weight, and fluency of his verse.
For Ovid and his Metamorphoses, it hath been in divers places shew'd they are
not natural, and some modern, have been more fortunate; as for example, A
Player being to represent all conditions and persons, having offended Mercury, in not
representing him well, was by that God Metamorphos'd into a Looking-glass, that so
he might represent things better then he did in his life time. And that other, of a
cruel disdainful Mistress, who could not be charm'd by any complaints of her Lover,
the Gods to punish the one, and reward the other, chang'd this desperate Lover into a
Loadstone, and that ungrateful Mistress into Iron, that so in spight of her teeth she
might be drawn by him, whom before she did avoid. To which if we adde the
Metamorphoses of Marne, Morin, Synopa, &c. we need say no more.
Orlando Furioso is a book hath less order yet then Ovid, from whom and the
other Poets the invention is borrow'd. You must not think Clarimond can quote
all the impertinences of any book, especially of this; as where Astolphus rides to
heaven upon his Hypogriph, and there meets with St. John the Evangelist, who
shews him all the curiosities of the place, having put up his horse in a certain place,
where he gave him celestial oats. Yet is the Author among his Countrymen