Publ [sic] Ovid. De tristibus: or Mour nefull [sic] elegies in five bookes: composed in his banishment, part at sea, and part at Tomos, a city of Pontus. Translated into English verse by Zachary Catlin, Mr. of Arts. Suffolke.

ELEGIE 8.

Here Ovid hath a sad complaint compil'd. [Argu.] That he's constraind, being old, to live exil'd.

WIth Swanlike plumes, my Temples now are dite, And age hath chang'd my 4 Sable haires to white 〈4 pages missing〉〈4 pages missing〉 Line 80

〈…〉〈…〉 For whom I wept, as he for me would mourne,Line 80 And shortly after came my mothers turne. Both of them happy that in season dyed, Before my wofull exile did betide, And happy I, that whilst my Parents live, Gave them no cause at all for me to grieve. Yet if the dead doe more then names retaine, And their thin soules survive their funerall flame. Deere Parents ghosts, if any slight report, Of mine offences sound ith' Stygian court, Take from your Son this certaine truth withall, That errour and not malice caus'd my fall.Line 90 Let this suffice the dead, I now retyre To you kind friends, who of my life enquire. I now was turned gray, my better yeares, Gave place to age, which brought on mingled haires And since my birth, ten prizes have renown'd The running horse with Pisa Olive crown'd. When Caesars anger bids me packe away, To Tomos on the left of th' Euxine Sea. Nor need I tell th'occasion of my fall, Which is too well already knowne of all.Line 100 Nor ••et of trecherous friends, or servants slights, And many a crosse as grievous as my flight. My 1 heart still scornd to yeeld, and in distresse, Vnconquerable strength she did expresse. And I forgetting former ease and feare Was forc't in age unwonted armes to beare, Yea and more dangers both by Sea and Land, Then are the starres which twixt the Poles doe stand Yet when I long had beene with wandrings tost,Line 110 At length I did attaine the Geticke coast. Where, though the noyse of wars about me rage, Yet with my verse doe I my griefe asswage. And having none to heare my mournfull stile, Yet I therewith the tedious houres beguile, Line 120

〈…〉〈…〉 My guide from Ister leading me along,Line 120 And seating me in midst of Helicon. And mountest up on high my living name, Though few till after death obtaine the same. Nor yet hath envy, which doth still repine At present things, gnaw'd any worke of mine. But fame hath still advanc't my Muses head, Though learned Poets this our age hath bred, And though I prize their worth beyond mine owne, Yet for their aequall, through the world am knowne. I•• Poets then can future things foresee, I shall not 1 whole to earth converted be. Yet, be't desert or favour gives me fame,Line 130 I thanke thee (gentle Reader) for the same. The end of the fourth Booke, Containing 680. Verses.

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