16. Some bawling Mariner our Love destroys, And what Difhonour leave in Greece behind? I from your Rage a Strumpet's Name fhall hear,. You, my Crime's Author, will my Crime upbraid: Your Your Trojan Wealth, believe me, I despise; I may, like her, believe and be undone. Plain honeft Hearts, like mine, fufpect no Cheat, The Ships, about whofe fides loud Tempefts roar, To fecond this, old Prophecies conspire, That Ilium fhall be burnt with Grecian Fire: That VENUS is oblig'd our Loves to aid. For they who loft their Cause, Revenge will take, And for one Friend two Enemies you make. Nor can I doubt but fhould I follow you, The Sword would foon our fatal Crime pursue: A Wrong fo great my Husband's Rage would rouze, Those Limbs were fashion'd for another Fight. Yet Fears like thefe fhou'd not my Mind perplex, Were I as wife as many of my Sex: But Time and you may bolder Thoughts infpire; And I perhaps may yield to your Defire. You last demand a private Conference : These are your Words, but I can guess your Senfe. Be rul'd by me, and Time may be your Friend. For now my Pen has tir'd my tender Hand Part Part of the Story of ORPHEUS. Being a Translation out of the fourth Book of VIRGIL'S Georgic. TIS IS not for nothing when juft Heav'n does The injur❜d ORPHEUS calls thefe Judgments down; A mournful Cry the fpacious Valley fills, With echoing Groans from all the neighbouring Hills; The Dryades roar out in deep despair, And with united Voice bewail the Fair. For fuch a Lofs he fought no vain Relief, But with his Lute indulg'd the tender Grief; Along the Shore he oft would wildly stray, With doleful Notes begin, and end the Day. At length, to Hell a frightful Journey made, Pafs'd the wide-gaping Gulph, and dismal Shade: Vifits the Ghofts, and to that King repairs, Whofe Heart's inflexible to humane Prayers. All Hell is ravifh'd with fo fweet a Song; Light Souls, and Airy Spirits glide along ; In Troops, like Millions of the feather'd kind, Driv'n home by Night, or fome tempeftuous Wind: Matrons, and Men, raw Youths and unripe Maids; And mighty Heroes more majestick Shades; And Sons entomb'd before their Parents Face; Thefe the black Waves of bounding Styx embrace Nine times circumfluent; clogg'd with noifome Weeds, And all that Filth which standing Water breeds. Amaze |