The works of Virgil containing his Pastorals, Georgics and Aeneis : adorn'd with a hundred sculptures / translated into English verse by Mr. Dryden.

The First Book of the Georgics.

The Argument.

The Poet, in the beginning of this Book, propounds the general Design of each Georgic: And after a solemn Invocation of all the Gods who are any way related to his Subject, he addresses himself in particu∣lar to Augustus, whom he complements with Divinity; and after strikes into his Business. He shews the different kinds of Tillage proper to different Soils, traces out the Original of Agriculture, gives a Catalogue of the Husbandman's Tools, specifies the Employ∣ments pecultar to each Season, describes the changes of the Weather, with the Signs in Heaven and Earth that fore-bode them. Instan∣ces many of the Prodigies that happen'd near the time of Julius Caesar's Death. And shuts up all with a Supplication to the Gods for the Safety of Augustus, and the Prefervation of Rome.

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To S^r Thomas Trevor of the Inner Temple Knight His Majestys Attorny Generall.

Geor: 1 L. 1▪

WHat makes a plenteous Harvest, when to turn The fruitful Soil, and when to sowe the Corn; The Care of Sheep, of Oxen, and of Kine; And how to raise on Elms the teeming Vine: The Birth and Genius of the frugal Bee,Line 5 I sing, Mecaenas, and I sing to thee.

Ye Deities! who Fields and Plains protect, Who rule the Seasons, and the Year direct; Bacchus and fost'ring Ceres, Pow'rs Divine, Who gave us Corn for Mast, for Water Wine.Line 10 Ye Fawns, propitious to the Rural Swains, Ye Nymphs that haunt the Mountains and the Plains, Join in my Work, and to my Numbers bring Your needful Succour, for your Gifts I sing. Line 15

And thou, whose Trident struck the teeming Earth,Line 15 And made a Passage for the Coursers Birth. And thou, for whom the Caean Shore sustains Thy Milky Herds, that graze the Flow'ry Plains. And thou, the Shepherds tutelary God, Leave, for a while, O Pan! thy lov'd Abode:Line 20 And, if Arcadian Fleeces be thy Care, From Fields and Mountains to my Song repair. Inventor, Pallas, of the fat'ning Oyl, Thou Founder of the Plough and Plough-man's Toyl; And thou, whose Hands the Shrowd-like Cypress rear;Line 25 Come all ye Gods and Goddesses, that wear The rural Honours, and increase the Year. You, who supply the Ground with Seeds of Grain; And you, who swell those Seeds with kindly Rain: And chiefly thou, whose undetermin'd StateLine 30 Is yet the Business of the Gods Debate: Whether in after Times to be declar'd The Patron of the World, and Rome's peculiar Guard, Or o're the Fruits and Seasons to preside, And the round Circuit of the Year to guide.Line 35 Pow'rful of Blessings, which thou strew'st around, And with thy Goddess Mother's Myrtle crown'd. Or wilt thou, Caesar, chuse the watry Reign, To smooth the Surges, and correct the Main? Then Mariners, in Storms, to thee shall pray,Line 40 Ev'n utmost Thule shall thy Pow'r obey; And Neptune shall resign the Fasces of the Sea. The wat'ry Virgins for thy Bed shall strive, And Tethys all her Waves in Dowry give. Or wilt thou bless our Summers with thy Rays,Line 45 And seated near the Ballance, poise the Days: Where in the Void of Heav'n a Space is free, Betwixt the Scorpion and the Maid for thee.

The Scorpion ready to receive thy Laws, Yields half his Region, and contracts his Claws.Line 50 Whatever part of Heav'n thou shalt obtain, For let not Hell presume of such a Reign; Nor let so dire a Thirst of Empire move Thy Mind, to leave thy Kindred Gods above. Tho' Greece admires Elysium's blest Retreat,Line 55 Tho' Proserpine affects her silent Seat, And importun'd by Ceres to remove, Prefers the Fields below to those above. But thou, propitious Caesar, guide my Course, And to my bold Endeavours add thy Force.Line 60 Pity the Poet's and the Ploughman's Cares, Int'rest thy Greatness in our mean Affairs, And use thy self betimes to hear our Pray'rs.

While yet the Spring is young, while Earth unbinds Her frozen Bosom to the Western Winds;Line 65 While Mountain Snows dissolve against the Sun, And Streams, yet new, from Precipices run. Ev'n in this early Dawning of the Year, Produce the Plough, and yoke the sturdy Steer, And goad him till he groans beneath his Toil,Line 70 'Till the bright Share is bury'd in the Soil. That Crop rewards the greedy Peasant's Pains, Which twice the Sun, and twice the Cold sustains, And bursts the crowded Barns, with more than promis'd Gains. But e're we stir the yet unbroken Ground,Line 75 The various Course of Seasons must be found; The Weather, and the setting of the Winds, The Culture suiting to the sev'ral Kinds Of Seeds and Plants; and what will thrive and rise, And what the Genius of the Soil denies.Line 80 This Ground with Bacchus, that with Ceres suits: That other loads the Trees with happy Fruits.

A fourth with Grass, unbidden, decks the Ground: Thus Tmolus is with yellow Saffron crown'd: India, black Ebon and white Ivory bears:Line 85 And soft Idume weeps her od'rous Tears. Thus Pontus sends her Beaver Stones from far; And naked Spanyards temper Steel for War. Epirus for th' Elean Chariot breeds, (In hopes of Palms,) a Race of running Steeds.Line 90 This is the Orig'nal Contract; these the Laws Impos'd by Nature, and by Nature's Cause, On sundry Places, when Deucalion hurl'd his Mother's Entrails on the desart World: Whence Men, a hard laborious Kind, were born.Line 95 Then borrow part of Winter for thy Corn; And early with thy Team the Gleeb in Furrows turn. That while the Turf lies open, and unbound, Succeeding Suns may bake the Mellow Ground. But if the Soil be barren, only scarLine 100 The Surface, and but lightly print the Share, When cold Arcturus rises with the Sun: Lest wicked Weeds the Corn shou'd over-run In watry Soils; or lest the barren Sand Shou'd suck the Moisture from the thirsty Land.Line 105 Both these unhappy Soils the Swain forbears, And keeps a Sabbath of alternate Years: That the spent Earth may gather heart again; And, better'd by Cessation, bear the Grain. At least where Vetches, Pulse, and Tares have stood,Line 110 And Stalks of Lupines grew (a stubborn Wood:) Th' ensuing Season, in return, may bear The bearded product of the Golden Year. For Flax and Oats will burn the tender Field, And sleepy Poppies harmful Harvests yield.Line 115

But sweet Vicissitudes of Rest and Toyl Make easy Labour, and renew the Soil. Yet sprinkle sordid Ashes all around, And load with fat'ning Dung thy fallow Ground. Thus change of Seeds for meagre Soils is best;Line 120 And Earth manur'd, not idle, though at rest.

Long Practice has a sure Improvement found, With kindled Fires to burn the barren Ground; When the light Stubble, to the Flames resign'd, Is driv'n along, and crackles in the Wind.Line 125 Whether from hence the hollow Womb of Earth Is warm'd with secret Strength for better Birth, Or when the latent Vice is cur'd by Fire, Redundant Humours thro' the Pores expire; Or that the Warmth distends the Chinks, and makesLine 130 New Breathings, whence new Nourishment she takes; Or that the Heat the gaping Ground constrains, New Knits the Surface, and new Strings the Veins; Lest soaking Show'rs shou'd pierce her secret Seat, Or freezing Boreas chill her genial Heat;Line 135 Or scorching Suns too violently beat.

Nor is the Profit small, the Peasant makes; Who smooths with Harrows, or who pounds with Rakes The crumbling Clods: Nor Ceres from on high Regards his Labours with a grudging Eye;Line 140 Nor his, who plows across the furrow'd Grounds, And on the Back of Earth inflicts new Wounds: For he with frequent Exercise Commands Th' unwilling Soil, and tames the stubborn Lands.

Ye Swains, invoke the Pow'rs who rule the Sky,Line 145 For a moist Summer, and a Winter dry: For Winter drout rewards the Peasant's Pain, And broods indulgent on the bury'd Grain.

Hence Mysia boasts her Harvests, and the tops Of Gargarus admire their happy Crops.Line 150 When first the Soil receives the fruitful Seed, Make no delay, but cover it with speed: So fenc'd from Cold; the plyant Furrows break, Before the surly Clod resists the Rake. And call the Floods from high, to rush amainLine 155 With pregnant Streams, to swell the teeming Grain. Then when the fiery Suns too fiercely play, And shrivell'd Herbs on with'ring Stems decay, The wary Ploughman, on the Mountain's Brow, Undams his watry Stores, huge Torrents flow;Line 160 And, ratling down the Rocks, large moisture yield, Temp'ring the thirsty Fever of the Field. And lest the Stem, too feeble for the freight, Shou'd scarce sustain the head's unweildy weight, Sends in his feeding Flocks betimes t'invadeLine 165 The rising bulk of the luxuriant Blade; E're yet th'aspiring Off-spring of the Grain O'retops the ridges of the furrow'd Plain: And drains the standing Waters, when they yield Too large a Bev'rage to the drunken Field.Line 170 But most in Autumn, and the show'ry Spring, When dubious Months uncertain weather bring; When Fountains open, when impetuous Rain Swells hasty Brooks, and pours upon the Plain; When Earth with Slime and Mud is cover'd o're,Line 175 Or hollow places spue their wat'ry Store. Nor yet the Ploughman, nor the lab'ring Steer, Sustain alone the hazards of the Year: But glutton Geese, and the Strymonian Crane, With foreign Troops, invade the tender Grain:Line 081 And tow'ring Weeds malignant Shadows yield; And spreading Succ'ry choaks the rising Field.

The Sire of Gods and Men, with hard Decrees, Forbids our Plenty to be bought with Ease: And wills that Mortal Men, inur'd to toil,Line 185 Shou'd exercise, with pains, the grudging Soil. Himself invented first the shining Share, And whetted Humane Industry by Care: Himself did Handy-Crafts and Arts ordain; Nor suffer'd Sloath to rust his active Reign.Line 190 E're this, no Peasant vex'd the peaceful Ground; Which only Turfs and Greens for Altars found: No Fences parted Fields, nor Marks nor Bounds Distinguish'd Acres of litigious Grounds: But all was common, and the fruitful EarthLine 195 Was free to give her unexacted Birth. Jove added Venom to the Viper's Brood, And swell'd, with raging Storms, the peaceful Flood: Commission'd hungry Wolves t' infest the Fold, And shook from Oaken Leaves the liquid Gold.Line 200 Remov'd from Humane reach the chearful Fire, And from the Rivers bade the Wine retire: That studious Need might useful Arts explore; From furrow'd Fields to reap the foodful Store: And force the Veins of clashing Flints t' expireLine 205 The lurking Seeds of their Coelestial Fire. Then first on Seas the hollow'd Alder swam; Then Sailers quarter'd Heav'n, and found a Name For ev'ry fix'd and ev'ry wandring Star: The Pleiads, Hyads, and the Northern Car.Line 210 Then Toils for Beasts, and Lime for Birds were found, And deep-mouth Dogs did Forrest Walks surround: And casting Nets were spread in shallow Brooks, Drags in the Deep, and Baits were hung on Hooks. Then Saws were tooth'd, and sounding Axes made;Line 215 (For Wedges first did yielding Wood invade.)

And various Arts in order did succeed, (What cannot endless Labour urg'd by need?)

First Ceres taught, the Ground with Grain to sow, And arm'd with Iron Shares the crooked Plough;Line 220 When now Dodonian Oaks no more supply'd Their Mast, and Trees their Forrest-fruit deny'd. Soon was his Labour doubl'd to the Swain, And blasting Mildews blackned all his Grain. Tough Thistles choak'd the Fields, and kill'd the Corn,Line 225 And an unthrifty Crop of Weeds was born. Then Burrs and Brambles, an unbidden Crew Of graceless Guests, th' unhappy Field subdue: And Oats unblest, and Darnel domineers, And shoots its head above the shining Ears.Line 230 So that unless the Land with daily Care Is exercis'd, and with an Iron War, Of Rakes and Harrows, the proud Foes expell'd, And Birds with clamours frighted from the Field; Unless the Boughs are lopp'd that shade the Plain,Line 235 And Heav'n invok'd with Vows for fruitful Rain, On other Crops you may with envy look, And shake for Food the long abandon'd Oak. Nor must we pass untold what Arms they wield, Who labour Tillage and the furrow'd Field:Line 240 Without whose aid the Ground her Corn denys, And nothing can be sown, and nothing rise. The crooked Plough, the Share, the towr'ing height Of Waggons, and the Cart's unweildy weight; The Sled, the Tumbril, Hurdles and the Flail,Line 245 The Fan of Bacchus, with the flying Sail. These all must be prepar'd, if Plowmen hope The promis'd Blessing of a Bounteous Crop. Young Elms with early force in Copses bow, Fit for the Figure of the crooked Plough.Line 250

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To S^r Iohn Hawles▪ of Lincolns Inn in the County of Midlesex Kn^t: His Majestyes Solicitor Gen^ll:

Geor. 1. L. 240.

Of eight Foot long a fastned Beam prepare, On either side the Head produce an Ear, And sink a Socket for the shining Share. Of Beech the Plough-tail, and the bending Yoke; Or softer Linden harden'd in the Smoke.Line 255 I cou'd be long in Precepts, but I fear So mean a Subject might offend your Ear. Delve of convenient Depth your thrashing Floor; With temper'd Clay, then fill and face it o're: And let the weighty Rowler run the round,Line 260 To smooth the Surface of th' unequal Ground; Lest crack'd with Summer Heats the flooring flies, Or sinks, and thro' the Crannies Weeds arise. For sundry Foes the Rural Realm surround: The Field Mouse builds her Garner under ground,Line 265 For gather'd Grain the blind laborious Mole, In winding Mazes works her hidden Hole. In hollow Caverns Vermine make abode, The hissing Serpent, and the swelling Toad: The Corn devouring Weezel here abides,Line 270 And the wise Ant her wintry Store provides.

Mark well the flowring Almonds in the Wood; If od'rous Blooms the bearing Branches load, The Glebe will answer to the Sylvan Reign, Great Heats will follow, and large Crops of Grain.Line 275 But if a Wood of Leaves o're-shade the Tree, Such and so barren will thy Harvest be: In vain the Hind shall vex the thrashing Floor, For empty Chaff and Straw will be thy Store. Some steep their Seed, and some in Cauldrons boilLine 280 With vigorous Nitre, and with Lees of Oyl, O're gentle Fires; th' exuberant Juice to drain, And swell the flatt'ring Husks with fruitful Grain.

Yet is not the Success for Years assur'd, Tho chosen is the Seed, and fully cur'd;Line 285 Unless the Peasant, with his Annual Pain, Renews his Choice, and culls the largest Grain. Thus all below, whether by Nature's Curse, Or Fates Decree, degen'rate still to worse. So the Boats brawny Crew the Current stem,Line 290 And, slow advancing, struggle with the Stream: But if they slack their hands, or cease to strive, Then down the Flood with headlong haste they drive.

Nor must the Ploughman less observe the Skies, When the Kidds, Dragon, and Arcturus rise,Line 295 Than Saylors homeward bent, who cut their Way Thro' Helle's stormy Streights, and Oyster-breeding Sea. But when Astrea's Ballance, hung on high, Betwixt the Nights and Days divides the Sky, Then Yoke your Oxen, sow your Winter Grain;Line 300 'Till cold December comes with driving Rain. Lineseed and fruitful Poppy bury warm, In a dry Season, and prevent the Storm. Sow Beans and Clover in a rotten Soyl, And Millet rising from your Annual Toyl;Line 305 When with his Golden Horns, in full Cariere, The Bull beats down the Barriers of the Year; And Arg••s and the Dog forsake the Northern Sphere.

But if your Care to Wheat alone extend, Let Maja with her Sisters first descend,Line 310 And the bright Gnosian Diadem downward bend: Before you trust in Earth your future Hope; Or else expect a listless lazy Crop. Some Swains have sown before, but most have found A husky Harvest, from the grudging Ground.Line 315 Vile Vetches wou'd you sow, or Lentils lean, The Growth of Egypt, or the Kidney-bean?

Begin when the slow Waggoner descends, Nor cease your sowing till Mid-winter ends: For this, thro' twelve bright Signs Apollo guidesLine 320 The Year, and Earth in sev'ral Climes divides. Five Girdles bind the Skies, the torrid Zone Glows with the passing and repassing Sun. Far on the right and left, th' extreams of Heav'n, To Frosts and Snows, and bitter Blasts are giv'n.Line 325 Betwixt the midst and these, the Gods assign'd Two habitable Seats for Humane Kind: And cross their limits cut a sloping way, Which the twelve Signs in beauteous order sway. Two Poles turn round the Globe; one seen to riseLine 330 O're Scythian Hills, and one in Lybian Skies. The first sublime in Heav'n, the last is whirl'd Below the Regions of the nether World. Around our Pole the spiry Dragon glides, And like a winding Stream the Bears divides;Line 335 The less and greater, who by Fates Decree Abhor to dive beneath the Southern Sea: There, as they say, perpetual Night is found In silence brooding on th' unhappy ground: Or when Aurora leaves our Northern Sphere,Line 340 She lights the downward Heav'n, and rises there. And when on us she breaths the living Light, Red Vesper kindles there the Tapers of the Night. From hence uncertain Seasons we may know; And when to reap the Grain, and when to sow:Line 345 Or when to fell the Furzes, when 'tis meet To spread the flying Canvass for the Fleet. Observe what Stars arise or disappear; And the four Quarters of the rolling Year. But when cold Weather and continu'd Rain,Line 350 The lab'ring Husband in his House restrain:

Let him forecast his Work with timely care, Which else is huddl'd, when the Skies are fair: Then let him mark the Sheep, or whet the shining Share. Or hollow Trees for Boats, or number o'reLine 355 His Sacks, or measure his increasing Store: Or sharpen Stakes, or head the Forks, or twine The Sallow Twigs to tye the stragling Vine: Or wicker Baskets weave, or aire the Corn, Or grinded Grain betwixt two Marbles turn.Line 360 No Laws, Divine or Human, can restrain From necessary Works, the lab'ring Swain. Ev'n Holy-days and Feasts permission yield, The Meads to water, and to fence the Field, To Fire the Brambles, snare the Birds, and steepLine 365 In wholsom Water-falls the woolly Sheep. And oft the drudging Ass is driv'n, with Toyl, To neighb'ring Towns with Apples and with Oyl: Returning late, and loaden home with Gain Of barter'd Pitch, and Hand-mills for the Grain.Line 370

The lucky Days, in each revolving Moon, For Labour chuse: The Fifth be sure to shun; That gave the Furies and pale Pluto Birth, And arm'd, against the Skies, the Sons of Earth. With Mountains pil'd on Mountains, thrice they stroveLine 375 To scale the steepy Battlements of Jove: And thrice his Lightning and red Thunder play'd, And their demolish'd Works in Ruin laid. The Sev'nth is, next the Tenth, the best to joyn Young Oxen to the Yoke, and plant the Vine.Line 380 Then Weavers stretch your Stays upon the Weft: The Ninth is good for Travel, bad for Theft. Some Works in dead of Night are better done; Or when the Morning Dew prevents the Sun.

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To Joseph Jekyll of the middle Temple Esq

Geo: 1. l. 390

Parch'd Meads and Stubble mow, by Phoebe's Light;Line 385 Which both require the Coolness of the Night: For Moisture then abounds, and Pearly Rains Descend in Silence to refresh the Plains. The Wife and Husband equally conspire, To work by Night, and rake the Winter Fire:Line 390 He sharpens Torches in the glim'ring Room, She shoots the flying Shuttle through the Loom: Or boils in Kettles Must of Wine, and Skins With Leaves, the Dregs that overflow the Brims. And till the watchful Cock awakes the Day,Line 395 She sings to drive the tedious hours away. But in warm Weather, when the Skies are clear, By Daylight reap the Product of the Year: And in the Sun your golden Grain display, And thrash it out, and winnow it by Day.Line 400 Plough naked, Swain, and naked sow the Land, For lazy Winter numbs the lab'ring Hand. In Genial Winter, Swains enjoy their Store, Forget their Hardships, and recruit for more. The Farmer to full Bowls invites his Friends,Line 405 And what he got with Pains, with Pleasure spends. So Saylors, when escap'd from stormy Seas, First crown their Vessels, then indulge their Ease. Yet that's the proper Time to thrash the Wood For Mast of Oak, your Father's homely Food.Line 410 To gather Laurel-berries, and the Spoil Of bloody Myrtles, and to press your Oyl. For stalking Cranes to set the guileful Snare, T' inclose the Stags in Toyls, and hunt the Hare. With Balearick Slings, or Gnossian Bow,Line 415 To persecute from far the flying Doe. Then, when the Fleecy Skies new cloath the Wood, And cakes of rustling Ice come rolling down the Flood.

Now sing we stormy Stars, when Autumn weighs The Year, and adds to Nights, and shortens Days;Line 420 And Suns declining shine with feeble Rays: What Cares must then attend the toiling Swain; Or when the low'ring Spring, with lavish Rain, Beats down the slender Stem and bearded Grain: While yet the Head is green, or lightly swell'dLine 425 With Milky-moisture, over-looks the Field. Ev'n when the Farmer, now secure of Fear, Sends in the Swains to spoil the finish'd Year: Ev'n while the Reaper fills his greedy hands, And binds the golden Sheafs in brittle bands:Line 430 Oft have I seen a sudden Storm arise, From all the warring Winds that sweep the Skies: The heavy Harvest from the Root is torn, And whirl'd aloft the lighter Stubble born; With such a force the flying rack is driv'n;Line 435 And such a Winter wears the face of Heav'n: And oft whole sheets descend of slucy Rain, Suck'd by the spongy Clouds from off the Main: The lofty Skies at once come pouring down, The promis'd Crop and golden Labours drown.Line 440 The Dykes are fill'd, and with a roaring sound The rising Rivers float the nether ground; And Rocks the bellowing Voice of boiling Seas rebound. The Father of the Gods his Glory shrowds, Involv'd in Tempests, and a Night of Clouds.Line 445 And from the middle Darkness flashing out, By fits he deals his fiery Bolts about. Earth feels the Motions of her angry God, Her Entrails tremble, and her Mountains nod; And flying Beasts in Forests seek abode:Line 450 Deep horrour seizes ev'ry Humane Breast, Their Pride is humbled, and their Fear confess'd:

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To Thomas Vernon of Hanbury in Worcester - Shire Esq

Geo: 1 L 475

While he from high his rowling Thunder throws, And fires the Mountains with repeated blows: The Rocks are from their old Foundations rent;Line 455 The Winds redouble, and the Rains augment: The Waves on heaps are dash'd against the Shoar, And now the Woods, and now the Billows roar.

In fear of this, observe the starry Signs, Where Saturn houses, and where Hermes joins.Line 460 But first to Heav'n thy due Devotions pay, And Annual Gifts on Ceres Altars lay. When Winter's rage abates, when chearful Hours Awake the Spring, and Spring awakes the Flow'rs, On the green Turf thy careless Limbs display,Line 465 And celebrate the mighty Mother's day. For then the Hills with pleasing Shades are crown'd, And Sleeps are sweeter on the silken Ground: With milder Beams the Sun securely shines; Fat are the Lambs, and luscious are the Wines.Line 470 Let ev'ry Swain adore her Pow'r Divine, And Milk and Honey mix with sparkling Wine: Let all the Quire of Clowns attend the Show, In long Procession, shouting as they go; Invoking her to bless their yearly Stores,Line 475 Inviting Plenty to their crowded Floors. Thus in the Spring, and thus in Summer's Heat, Before the Sickles touch the ripening Wheat, On Ceres call; and let the lab'ring Hind With Oaken Wreaths his hollow Temples bind:Line 480 On Ceres let him call, and Ceres praise, With uncouth Dances, and with Country Lays.

And that by certain signs we may presage Of Heats and Rains, and Wind's impetuous rage, The Sov'reign of the Heav'ns has set on highLine 485 The Moon, to mark the Changes of the Skye:

When Southern blasts shou'd cease, and when the Swain Shou'd near their Folds his feeding Flocks restrain. For e're the rising Winds begin to roar, The working Seas advance to wash the Shoar:Line 490 Soft whispers run along the leavy Woods, And Mountains whistle to the murm'ring Floods: Ev'n then the doubtful Billows scarce abstain From the toss'd Vessel on the troubled Main: When crying Cormorants forsake the Sea,Line 495 And stretching to the Covert wing their way: When sportful Coots run skimming o're the Strand; When watchful Herons leave their watry Stand, And mounting upward, with erected flight, Gain on the Skyes, and soar above the sight.Line 500 And oft before tempest'our Winds arise, The seeming Stars fall headlong from the Skies; And, shooting through the darkness, guild the Night With sweeping Glories, and long trails of Light: And Chaff with eddy Winds is whirl'd around,Line 505 And dancing Leaves are lifted from the Ground; And floating Feathers on the Waters play. But when the winged Thunder takes his way From the cold North, and East and West ingage, And at their Frontiers meet with equal rage,Line 510 The Clouds are crush'd, a glut of gather'd Rain The hollow Ditches fills, and floats the Plain, And Sailors furl their dropping Sheets amain. Wet weather seldom hurts the most unwise, So plain the Signs, such Prophets are the Skies:Line 515 The wary Crane foresees it first, and sails Above the Storm, and leaves the lowly Vales: The Cow looks up, and from afar can find The change of Heav'n, and snuffs it in the Wind. Line 520

The Swallow skims the River's watry Face,Line 520 The Frogs renew the Croaks of their loquacious Race. The careful Ant her secret Cell forsakes, And drags her Egs along the narrow Tracks. At either Horn the Rainbow drinks the Flood, Huge Flocks of rising Rooks sorsake their Food,Line 525 And, crying, seek the Shelter of the Wood. Besides, the sev'ral sorts of watry Fowls, That swim the Seas, or haunt the standing Pools: The Swans that sail along the Silver Flood, And dive with stretching Necks to search their Food.Line 530 Then lave their Backs with sprinkling Dews in vain, And stem tke Stream to meet the promis'd Rain. The Crow with clam'rous Cries the Show'r demands, And single stalks along the Desart Sands. The nightly Virgin, while her Wheel she plies,Line 535 Foresees the Storm impending in the Skies, When sparkling Lamps their sputt'ring Light advance, And in the Sockets Oyly Bubbles dance.

Then after Show'rs, 'tis easie to descry Returning Suns, and a serener Sky:Line 540 The Stars shine smarter, and the Moon adorns, As with unborrow'd Beams, her sharpen'd Horns. The filmy Gossamer now flitts no more, Nor Halcyons bask on the short Sunny Shoar: Their Litter is not toss'd by Sows unclean,Line 545 But a blue droughty Mist descends upon the Plain. And Owls, that mark the setting Sun, declare A Star-light Evening, and a Morning fair. Tow'ring aloft, avenging Nisus flies, While dar'd below the guilty Scylla lies.Line 550 Where-ever frighted Scylla flies away, Swift Nisus follows, and pursues his Prey.

Where injur'd Nisus takes his Airy Course, Thence trembling Scylla flies and shuns his Force. This punishment pursues th' unhappy Maid,Line 555 And thus the purple Hair is dearly paid. Then, thrice the Ravens rend the liquid Air, And croaking Notes proclaim the settled fair. Then, round their Airy Palaces they fly, To greet the Sun; and seis'd with secret Joy,Line 560 When Storms are over-blown, with Food repair To their forsaken Nests, and callow Care. Not that I think their Breasts with Heav'nly Souls Inspir'd, as Man, who Destiny controls. But with the changeful Temper of the Skies,Line 565 As Rams condense, and Sun-shine rarifies; So turn the Species in their alter'd Minds, Compos'd by Calms, and disoompos'd by Winds. From hence proceeds the Birds harmonious Voice: From hence the Cows exult, and frisking Lambs rejoice.Line 570 Observe the daily Circle of the Sun, And the short Year of each revolving Moon: By them thou shalt foresee the following day; Nor shall a starry Night thy Hopes betray. When first the Moon appears, if then she shroudsLine 575 Her silver Crescent, tip'd with sable Clouds; Conclude she bodes a Tempest on the Main, And brews for Fields impetuous Floods of Rain. Or if her Face with fiery Flushing glow, Expect the ratling Winds aloft to blow.Line 580 But four Nights old, (for that's the surest Sign,) With sharpen'd Horns if glorious then she shine: Next Day, nor only that, but all the Moon, Till her revolving Race be wholly run; Are void of Tempests, both by Land and Sea,Line 585 And Saylors in the Port their promis'd Vow shall pay.

Above the rest, the Sun, who never lies; Foretels the change of Weather in the Skies: For if he rise, unwilling to his Race, Clouds on his Brows, and Spots upon his Face;Line 590 Or if thro' Mists he shoots his sullen Beams, Frugal of Light, in loose and stragling Streams: Suspect a drisling Day, with Southern Rain, Fatal to Fruits, and Flocks, and promis'd Grain. Or if Aurora, with half open'd Eyes,Line 595 And a pale sickly Cheek, salute the Skies; How shall the Vine, with tender Leaves, defend Her teeming Clusters, when the Storms descend? When ridgy Roofs and Tiles can scarce avail, To barr the Ruin of the ratling Hail.Line 600 But more than all, the setting Sun survey, When down the Steep of Heav'n he drives the Day. For oft we find him finishing his Race, With various Colours erring on his Face; If fiery red his glowing Globe descends,Line 605 High Winds and furious Tempests he portends. But if his Cheeks are swoln with livid blue, He bodes wet Weather by his watry Hue. If dusky Spots are vary'd on his Brow, And, streak'd with red, a troubl'd Colour show;Line 610 That sullen Mixture shall at once declare Winds, Rain, and Storms, and Elemental War: What desp'rate Madman then wou'd venture o're The Frith, or haul his Cables from the Shoar? But if with Purple Rays he brings the Light,Line 615 And a pure Heav'n resigns to quiet Night: No rising Winds, or falling Storms, are nigh: But Northern Breezes through the Forrest fly: And drive the rack, and purge the ruffl'd Sky. Line 620

Th' unerring Sun by certain Signs declares,Line 620 What the late Ev'n, or early Morn prepares: And when the South projects a stormy Day, And when the clearing North will puff the Clouds away.

The Sun reveals the Secrets of the Sky; And who dares give the Source of Light the Lye?Line 625 The change of Empires often he declares, Fierce Tumults, hidden Treasons, open Wars. He first the Fate of Caesar did foretel, And pity'd Rome, when Rome in Caesar fell. In Iron Clouds conceal'd the Publick Light:Line 630 And Impious Mortals fear'd Eternal Night.

Nor was the Fact foretold by him alone: Nature her self stood forth, and seconded the Sun. Earth, Air, and Seas, with Prodigies were sign'd, And Birds obscene, and howling Dogs divin'd.Line 635 What Rocks did Aetna's bellowing Mouth expire From her torn Entrails! and what Floods of Fire! What Clanks were heard, in German Skies afar, Of Arms and Armies, rushing to the War! Dire Earthquakes rent the solid Alps below,Line 640 And from their Summets shook th' Eternal Snow. Pale Specters in the close of Night were seen; And Voices heard of more than Mortal Men. In silent Groves, dumb Sheep and Oxen spoke; And Streams ran backward, and their Beds forsook:Line 645 The yawning Earth disclos'd th' Abyss of Hell: The weeping Statues did the Wars foretel; And Holy Sweat from Brazen Idols fell. Then rising in his Might, the King of Floods, Rusht thro' the Forrests, tore the lofty Woods;Line 650 And rolling onward, with a sweepy Sway, Bore Houses, Herds, and lab'ring Hinds away.

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Blood sprang from Wells, Wolfs howl'd in Towns by Night, And boding Victims did the Priests affright. Such Peals of Thunder never pour'd from high;Line 655 Nor Light'ning flash'd from so serene a Sky. Red Meteors ran along th' Etherial Space; Stars disappear'd, and Comets took their place. For this, th' Emathian Plains once more were strow'd With Roman Bodies, and just Heav'n thought goodLine 660 To fatten twice those Fields with Roman Blood. Then, after length of Time, the lab'ring Swains, Who turn the Turfs of those unhappy Plains, Shall rusty Piles from the plough'd Furrows take, And over empty Helmets pass the Rake.Line 665 Amaz'd at Antick Titles on the Stones, And mighty Relicks of Gygantick Bones.

Ye home-born Deities, of Mortal Birth! Thou Father Romulus, and Mother Earth, Goddess unmov'd! whose Guardian Arms extendLine 670 O're Thuscan Tiber's Course, and Roman Tow'rs defend; With youthful Caesar your joint Pow'rs ingage, Nor hinder him to save the sinking Age. O! let the Blood, already spilt, atone For the past Crimes of curst Laomedon!Line 675 Heav'n wants thee there, and long the Gods, we know, Have grudg'd thee, Caesar, to the World below. Where Fraud and Rapine, Right and Wrong confound; Where impious Arms from ev'ry part resound, And monstrous Crimes in ev'ry Shape are crown'd.Line 680 The peaceful Peasant to the Wars is prest; The Fields lye fallow in inglorious Rest. The Plain no Pasture to the Flock affords, The crooked Scythes are streightned into Swords: And there Euphrates her soft Off-spring Arms,Line 685 And here the Rhine rebellows with Alarms:

The neighb'ring Cities range on sev'ral sides, Perfidious Mars long plighted Leagues divides, And o're the wasted World in Triumph rides. So four fierce Coursers starting to the Race,Line 690 Scow'r thro' the Plain, and lengthen ev'ry Pace: Nor Reigns, nor Curbs, nor threat'ning Cries they fear, But force along the trembling Charioteer.