Poems, &c. written upon several occasions, and to several persons by Edmond Waller.
Waller, Edmund, 1606-1687.
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Part of the 4th Book of Virgil 〈◊〉, beginning
Fertquer fertq•e for o•.—
And ending with▪
Adnixi torquent spumas & caerula v•rrunt.
All this her weeping sister does repeat
To the stern Man, whom nothing could in∣treat;
Lost were her Pray' is, and fruitless were her Tears,
Fate and great Iove had stop'd his gentle Ears.
As when loud winds a well-grown Oak would rend
Up by the roots, this way, and that they bend
His reeling Trunk, and with a boisterous sound
Scatter his leaves, and strow them on the ground,
He fixed stands, as deep his root doth •ie,
Down to the Centre, as his top is high.
No less on every side the Hero prest,
Feels Love and Pity shake his Noble brest,
Page 184〈1 page duplicate〉Page 185〈1 page duplicate〉Page 186 And down his Cheeks though fruitless tears do roul,
Unmov'd remains the purpose of his Soul.
Then Dido urged with approaching Fate
Begins the light of cruel Heaven to hate;
Her resolution to dispatch and die
Confirm'd by many a horrid Prodigy.
The water consecrate for Sacrisice,
Appears all black to her amazed eye•,
The Wine to putrid Bloud converted flows,
Which from her, none, not her own sister knows.
Besides there stood as sacred to her Lord
A marble Temple which she much ador'd,
With snowy Fleeces and fresh Garlands crown'd,
Hence every night proceeds a dreadful sound.
Her Husband's voice invites her to his Tomb,
And dismal Owls presage the ills to come.
Besides, the Prophesies of Wizards old
Increast her terror and her fall for•told.
Page 187 Scorn'd and deserted to her self she seems,
And finds Aeneas cruel in her dreams.
So, to mad Pentheus, double Thebes appears,
And Furies howl in his distempered ears,
Orestes so with like distraction toft,
Is made to flie his Mothers angry ghost.
Now grief and fury, at their height arrive,
Death she decre•s, and thus does it contrive▪
Her grieved Sister with a chearful grace,
(Hope well-dislembled shining in her face)
She thus deceives. (Dear Sister) let us prove
The Cure I have invented for my Love.
Beyond the Land of Aethi•pia lies
The place where Atlas does support the Shies;
Hence came an old Magician that did keep
Th' Hesperian Fruit, and made the Dragon sleeps;
Her potent Charms do troubled Souls relieve,
And where she lists, makes calmest minds to grieve,
Page 188 The course of Rivers or of Heaven can stop.
And call Trees down from th'airy Mountains 〈◊〉.
Witness ye Gods, and thou my deatest part,
How loth I am to tempt this guilty Art.
Erect a Pile, and on it let us place
That Bed where I my ruine did embrace.
With all the reliques of our impious Guest,
Arms, Spoils, and Pr•sents, let the Pil• be 〈◊〉
(The knowing-woman thus prescribes) that we
May 〈◊〉 the Man out of our 〈◊〉
Thus speaks the Queen, but hides the fatal end
For which she doth those sacred 〈◊〉 pretend.
Nor worse effects of Grief her Sister thought
Would 〈…〉 murder wronghs,
Therefore obeys 〈◊〉, and now 〈◊〉 high
The 〈◊〉 Oaks 〈…〉
Hung all with wreaths and 〈◊〉 garlands round;
So by her Self was her own 〈◊◊〉.
Page 189 Upon the top, the Trojan's Image lies,
And his sharp Sword where with anon the dies.
They by the Altar stand, while with loose hair
The Magick Propheress begins her Prayer,
On Chao's, E•ebus, and all the Gods,
Which in the infernal shades have their abodes,
She loudly calls, besprinkling all the Room
With drops suppo•'d from L•thes Lake to come,
She seeks the 〈◊〉 which on the forehead grows
Of new-foal'd Col•• and he•bs by moon-light mows.
A Cake of Leaven in her pions hands
Holds the devoted Queen, and barefoot stands,
One tender Foot was bare, the other 〈◊〉,
Her Robe ungi•• invoking every God,
And every Power; if any be above
Which takes 〈…〉 Love
Now was the ti•e when weary Mortals steep
The•• careful Temples in the dew of sleep.
Page 190 On Seas, on Earth, and all that in them dwell,
A death like quiet, and deep silence fell,
But not on Dido, whose untamed mind
Refus'd to be by sacred night confin'd:
A double passion in her breast does move
Love and fierce anger for neglected Love.
Thus she afficts her Soul, What shall I do?
With Fate inverted shall I humbly wooe?
And some proud Prince in wild Numidi• born,
Pray to accept me, and forget my scorn?
Or shall I, with th' ungrateful Trojan go,
Quit all my State, and wait upon my Foe?
Is not enough by sad experience known,
The perjur'd Race of false L•oinedon?
With my Sidoni••i shall I give them chace?
Bands hardly for•ed from their native place?
No, dye, and let this Sword thy fury tame,
Nought but thy bloud can quen•h this guilty flame.
Page 191 Ah Sister! vanquisht with my passion thou
Betrayd'st me first, dispensing with my vow.
Had I been constant to Sycbaeus still,
And single-liv'd, I had not known this ill.
Such thoughts torment the Queens inraged breast,
While the Dardani•n does securely rest
In his tall ship for sudden flight prepar'd,
To whom once more the Son of Iove appear•d,
Thus seems to speak the youthful Deity,
Voice, Hair, and Colour, all like Mercury.
Fair 〈◊〉! Canst thou indulge thy sleep?
Nor better guard in such great danger keep,
Mad by neglect to lose so fair a wind?
If here thy ships the purple 〈◊◊〉,
Thou shalt behold this hostile Harbor shine
With a new Fleet, and Fire, to ruine thine;
She meditates Revenge resolv'd to dye,
Weigh Anchor, quickly, and her Fury flie.
Page 192 This said, the God in shades of Night retir'd.
Amaz'd Aeneas with the warning fir'd,
Shakes off dull sleep, and rouzing up his men,
Behold! the Gods command our flight agen;
Fall to your Oars, and all your Canvas spread,
What God soe're that thus vouchsaf'st to lead,
We follow gladly, and thy Will obey,
Assist us still smoothing our happy way,
And make the rest propitious. With that word
He cuts the Cable with his shining Sword;
Through all the Navy doth like Ardor reign,
They quit the Shore, and rush into the Main;
Plac't on their banks, the lusty Trojans sweep
Neptune's smooth face, and cleave the yielding deeps.