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<P>The FIRST BOOKE OF Homer's Iliads.
Tran&s;lated by <HI>THOMAS GRANTHAM,</HI> Profe&s;&s;or of the &s;peedy way of tea|ching the <HI>Hebrew, Greek,</HI> and <HI>Latine</HI> tongues in <HI>LONDON,</HI> at the Golden-Ball in <HI>Carter-Lane.</HI></P>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed by <HI>T. Lock,</HI> for the Author, 1659.</P>
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<HEAD>To the Reader.</HEAD>
<OPENER><SALUTE>Reader,</SALUTE></OPENER>
<P>_THE Sun is called the Heart of the Planets, all receive their light and influence from him; the Moon is dark and ob&s;cure, but when the Sun &s;hines upon her, &s;he &s;hows &s;o glorious, that men wor&s;hip her as a godde&s;s; her influence is over &s;ea and land, over men, (whom God him&s;elf calls gods) witne&s;s the <HI>Lunatick. Homer</HI> he is the heart, the &s;un, the light of all the Po|ets, without him they are like Dials without the Sun; like candles unlighted. He is painted vomiting, and all the poets lapping like little Dogs what comes from him. <HI>Ovid</HI> brings him in attended with all the Mu&s;es.</P>
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<L><HI>Homer</HI> with all the Mu&s;es grac'd, if poor</L>
<L>He chance to come, they'l thru&s;t him out of door.</L>
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<P>But whil&s;t I am commending <HI>Homer,</HI> I remember <HI>U|ly&s;&s;es</HI> pleading for the Armour of <HI>Achilles</HI> again&s;t <HI>Ajax,</HI> he &s;ets out all his valiant actions in what lu&s;tre, and &s;hadows, and colours he can po&s;&s;ible; but when he came at la&s;t to the &s;tealing of the Image of <HI>Pallas,</HI> he &s;ayes
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little or nothing at all of that, but pulls it out of his bo&s;ome before all the Army, he knew that would &s;peak for it &s;elf; For there was a Prophe&s;ie, <HI>Troy</HI> &s;hould ne|ver be conquered till that was &s;tolne out of the Tem|ple. <HI>Homer</HI> is here pre&s;ent to &s;peak for him&s;elf, and it becomes me to &s;it &s;ilent in admiration.</P>
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<HEAD>The FIRST BOOKE OF Homer's Iliads.</HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<HEAD>The ARGUMENT:</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>The Prayers and Gifts of <HI>Chry&s;es</HI> this Book &s;ings,</L>
<L>The Plague that Phaebus &s;ent, the wrath of Kings.</L>
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<LG>
<L>_A <HI>Chilles</HI> &s;on of <HI>Peleus</HI> Goddes &s;ing,</L>
<L>His baneful wrath which to the Greeks did bring,</L>
<L>Unnumbred greifs, brave &s;ouls to hel did &s;end,</L>
<L>Their noble bodyes Fouls and Dogs did rend;</L>
<L><HI>Jove</HI> will'd all this, he the&s;e to &s;trife did bring,</L>
<L>God-like <HI>Achilles</HI> and <HI>Atreides</HI> King.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
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<L>Which of the gods enflamed the&s;e to fight?</L>
<L><HI>Phoebus (Jove's</HI> Son) did owe the King &punc; &s;pight,</L>
<L>And made a Plague through all the Army flie,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Agamemnon</HI> and <HI>Menelaus</HI> (the two Sons of <HI>Atreus</HI>) ru|led all then.</NOTE></L>
<L>'Cau&s;e <HI>Chry&s;es</HI> his own Prie&s;t he did defie,</L>
<L>Who to the Fleet unvalued Pre&s;ents brought,</L>
<L>When he the freedom of his Daughter &s;ought;</L>
<L>With <HI>Phoebus</HI> Crown and Scepter in his hands,</L>
<L>He prayed the <HI>Greeks,</HI> and tho&s;e that bore Commands;</L>
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<LG>
<L>Oh Princes! Oh ye <HI>Greeks</HI> with glorious Arms!<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Chry&s;es</HI> (the Prie&s;t of <HI>Apol|lo</HI>) his &s;peech to them and the other <HI>Grae|cians.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Let gods in Heaven but li&s;ten to my Charms,</L>
<L>And &s;end ye home, when ye have rais'd the Town</L>
<L>Of <HI>Priam;</HI> onely grant me what's mine own,</L>
<L>Mine own dear Daughter; yee the Son of <HI>Jove</HI></L>
<L>Wor&s;hip, by taking tokens of my love.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The <HI>Greeks</HI> (with Acclamations) all embrace</L>
<L>The&s;e Gifts, and think them a &s;ufficient Grace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But <HI>Agamemnon</HI> (rag'd with mighty Ire)</L>
<L>Threatned the Prie&s;t, made him with &s;peed retire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Doterd be gone, linger not on our &s;hore;<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Agamemnon</HI> &s;lights the Prie&s;t, &amp; gives him ba&s;e lan|guage and threats.</NOTE></L>
<L>And being gone, I charge thee nere come more;</L>
<L>Neither thy Scepter, nor thy God-head's Crown</L>
<L>Shall profit thee; I'le keep her as mine own,</L>
<L>Till age deform her; In my Court &s;hall &s;he</L>
<L>Spin, and adorn my Bed with Gallantrie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This &s;aid, the Prie&s;t obeyd the Kings Command,</L>
<L>And walking &s;ilent all along the Sand;</L>
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<LG>
<L><HI>Phoebus,</HI> fair-hair'd <HI>Latonaes</HI> Son, my Vow<NOTE PLACE="marg">The Prayer of <HI>Chry&s;es</HI> the Prie&s;t, to <HI>Phoe|bus</HI> his god.</NOTE></L>
<L>Hear, O my God, that bear'&s;t the &s;ilver Bow</L>
<L>That <HI>Chry&s;a</HI> Guards, Rules <HI>Tenedos</HI> that &s;trongly walks the round</L>
<L>Of Divine <HI>Cilla,</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">A Name of <HI>Phoebus.</HI></NOTE> <HI>Smyntheus;</HI> if ever I have crown'd</L>
<L><PB N="3" REF="6">With Sacrifices thy rich <HI>Phane;</HI> if ever I did fire</L>
<L>Fat Thighs of <HI>Oxen,</HI> and of Goats, grant me now my de&s;ire;</L>
<L>Revenge my Tears, with Shafts the <HI>Graecians</HI> pay.</L>
<L>And thus he pray'd, and <HI>Phoebus</HI> heard him pray.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Who (vext) came down from Heaven &amp; brought his Bow,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Phoebus</HI> the Prie&s;ts God, &s;ends the plague a|mong&s;t the <HI>Greeks.</HI> Ye &s;ee here how he comes down raging|mad from hea|ven.</NOTE></L>
<L>With quiver cover'd round, his hands did throw</L>
<L>The&s;e on his &s;houlders: The Arrows gave a &s;ound,</L>
<L>Ratling about him as he trod the ground;</L>
<L>Silent as Night, with Silver Bow he &s;hot,</L>
<L>His Arrows twang'd again, they flew &s;o hot:</L>
<L>He fir&s;t of all &s;hot both the Mules and Hounds;</L>
<L>The <HI>Graecians</HI> after that receiv'd their wounds;</L>
<L>The Fires of death nine dayes did burn, &s;o long the Shafts did flye;</L>
<L>The tenth, <HI>Achilles</HI> call'd a Court of cho&s;en men, and high.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Juno</HI> (the white-arm'd Queen) does mourn for <HI>Greeks,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Achilles</HI> therefore now a Councel &s;eeks;</L>
<L>Being mov'd by her: &s;wift-foot <HI>Achilles</HI> then</L>
<L>Ro&s;e up to &s;peak in the Great Court of Men.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Atreides,</HI> now I &s;ee we go a&s;tray,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Achilles</HI> his &s;peech to <HI>Aga|memnon,</HI> called <HI>Atreides,</HI> be|cau&s;e <HI>Atreus</HI> was his Father.</NOTE></L>
<L>We mu&s;t return, if we can &s;cape away;</L>
<L>The Plague and War does many <HI>Greeks</HI> de&s;troy,</L>
<L>Let us &s;ome Prie&s;t or Prophet now employ,</L>
<L>Or Dream-Interpreter, Dreams come from <HI>Jove,</HI></L>
<L>He'le &s;how how we have lo&s;t <HI>Apollo</HI>'s Love;</L>
<L>If that for Hecatombs, or unpaid Vows;</L>
<L>Or if for Lambs and Goats he knits his brows;</L>
<L>The&s;e he &s;hall have, if he our men &s;hall mend,</L>
<L>And bring this Plague unto a &s;peedy end.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This &s;aid, he &s;ate; <HI>Chalchas</HI> &s;tarts up to them,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Chalchas</HI> the Prophet.</NOTE></L>
<L>(Sir named <HI>The&s;torides</HI>) who was &s;upreme,</L>
<L>He knew things pre&s;ent, pa&s;t, to come, was honor'd in that age,</L>
<L>To rule the Fleet at <HI>Ilion,</HI> for his Prophetick rage;</L>
<L><PB N="4" REF="7"><HI>Apollo</HI> gave him <HI>Achilles</HI> lov'd of God;</L>
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<LG>
<L>Shall I (&s;aid he) &s;how why <HI>Apollo</HI>'s Rod</L>
<L>Does plague us &s;o? Then Covenant with Oath,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Chalchas <HI>to</HI> Achilles.</NOTE></L>
<L>That with thy Words and powerful Actions both,</L>
<L>Thou'lt help me &s;peaking; for I know their reigns</L>
<L>A man that much my Prophe&s;ie di&s;dains;</L>
<L>A King's a powerful man, he in his hate</L>
<L>May bring me &s;peaking to a wretched &s;tate,</L>
<L>Although that day he &s;eemeth not to chide,</L>
<L>And may a little his fierce Anger hide.</L>
<L>But if hereafter he &s;hall angry be,</L>
<L>Re&s;olve me now if thou wilt &s;uccour me?</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;aid <HI>Achilles,</HI> Speak what&s;oe're thou knows,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Achilles <HI>to</HI> Chalchas.</NOTE></L>
<L>For by <HI>Apollo</HI> I have made my Vows,</L>
<L>There's none &s;hall wrong thee, <HI>Agamemnon</HI> King,</L>
<L>Dare not his hands unto this quarrel bring,</L>
<L>Although thou Name him. Then the Prophet bold</L>
<L>Began the <HI>Graecians</HI> griefs for to unfold.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Tis not for unpaid Vows, nor Sacrifice,</L>
<L>This Plague &s;o long among&s;t us raging lyes;<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Chalchas</HI> re|veals the cau&s;e of the plague among&s;t the <HI>Graecians.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>But <HI>Agamemnon</HI> did the Prie&s;t de&s;pi&s;e,</L>
<L>Who for his Daughter brought &s;ufficient pri&s;e;</L>
<L>Therefore <HI>Apollo</HI> darting far his Darts,</L>
<L>Sends you the&s;e griefs unto your mortal hearts,</L>
<L>And he will plague you more, and not refrain,</L>
<L>Till he his black-eyd Daughter have again.</L>
<L>Let her with Sacrifice be freely &s;ent,</L>
<L>Perhaps with this the High-Prie&s;t may be bent.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This &s;aid&punc; he &s;ate; But <HI>Agamemnon</HI> (then</L>
<L>The chief Commander over all the men)<NOTE PLACE="marg">Agamemnon <HI>angry at</HI> Chal|cas.</NOTE></L>
<L>Vext at the heart with madne&s;s, and his eyes</L>
<L>Sparkling with fire, thus the Prie&s;t defies:</L>
<L><PB N="5" REF="7">Prophet of Ill, it never plea&s;ed thee</L>
<L>To &s;peak the be&s;t, but rather wor&s;t of me.</L>
<L>Thou chides becau&s;e the&s;e gifts I did not take,</L>
<L>And &s;ayes this plague came for the Maiden's &s;ake,</L>
<L>Whom before <HI>Clytemne&s;tra</HI> I prefer,</L>
<L>Who was a Virgin when I courted her;</L>
<L><NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">In tho&s;e two Lines are all that can be de&s;ired in a</NOTE> She's full as fair, as witty, and as kind,</L>
<L>Her Hu&s;wiferies does much content my mind:</L>
<L>But I will &s;end her back, onely I crave</L>
<L>That I my Armyes welfare now may have;</L>
<L>But a fair Mi&s;tre&s;s give me, none thinks fit,</L>
<L>That I depriv'd &s;hould &s;olitary &s;it.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To him &s;wift-foot, God-like <HI>Achilles</HI> then<NOTE PLACE="marg">Achilles <HI>to</HI> Agamemnon.</NOTE></L>
<L>An&s;wered, <HI>Atreides,</HI> thou of all the men</L>
<L>That breath, we know to be mo&s;t covetous,</L>
<L>And of all Kings, the mo&s;t ambitious.</L>
<L>Thy lo&s;t prize, none of all the great &s;oul'd <HI>Greeks</HI></L>
<L>Will out of theirs &s;upply; for now all &s;eeks</L>
<L>To keep their own; but when the Well-wald <HI>Troy</HI></L>
<L>Is rai&s;'d, we'll trebble <HI>Quadruple</HI> thy joy.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then <HI>Agamemnon</HI> to <HI>Achilles</HI> &s;aid,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Agamemnon <HI>to</HI> Achilles.</NOTE></L>
<L>Think you it fit you &s;hould enjoy a Mayd</L>
<L>And I have none? I will come per&s;onally</L>
<L>Unto you &s;oon, and all my want &s;upply;</L>
<L>The Love of <HI>Ajan,</HI> <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Vly&s;&s;es.</NOTE> <HI>Ithacus,</HI> or thine,</L>
<L>I will bring home, &s;he &s;hall be called mine:</L>
<L>And let him rage hereafter, we can the&s;e</L>
<L>Order; but now it's fit we put to Seas</L>
<L>With mo&s;t choice Rowers: <HI>Chry&s;e</HI>'s mine envied prize,</L>
<L>Shall go aboard with a great Sacrifice;</L>
<L><HI>Ithacus, Ajax, Idomeneus</HI> &s;hall,</L>
<L>Or &s;tern <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Achilles.</NOTE> <HI>Peleides</HI> be the General:</L>
<L><HI>Uli&s;&s;es</HI> the Commander, he &s;hall &s;ee,</L>
<L>That all the&s;e holy Acts performed be&punc;</L>
<L><PB N="6" REF="8">Which <HI>Phoebus</HI> plea&s;e; <HI>Achilles</HI> with a frown,</L>
<L>This bold and haughty mind did &s;oon bring down.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>What man can flye with valour on his Foe,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Achilles <HI>to</HI> Aga|memon.</NOTE></L>
<L>For &s;uch a Wretch? I was not injured &s;o</L>
<L>By all <HI>Troy</HI>'s Force: In <HI>Phithia</HI> I enjoy</L>
<L>My Corn and People: Why &s;hould I annoy</L>
<L>The&s;e men whom Hills and Seas keep from me far,</L>
<L>And cannot come to wrong me in a War?</L>
<L>Thee and thy Brothers Vengeance we &s;u&s;tain,</L>
<L>And Triumphs make with Bonefires of our &s;lain.</L>
<L>Thou impudent, thou Dogs-eyes does employ</L>
<L>Us with our ruine, for to ruine <HI>Troy:</HI></L>
<L>And now thou threats to take my hearts delight,</L>
<L>Whom all the <HI>Greeks</HI> did give me for my Fight:</L>
<L>When any Town is &s;ack'd, the Prize for me</L>
<L>Is le&s;&s;er far, then that which is for thee:</L>
<L>But Ile &s;hip home, contented with what's mine,</L>
<L>And &s;pend no more in any cau&s;e of thine.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To him then <HI>Agamemnon</HI> King repli'd,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Agamemnon <HI>to</HI> Achilles.</NOTE></L>
<L>Get thee gone hence, it &s;hall not be deni'd;</L>
<L>Here's others honor me, the mo&s;t wi&s;e <HI>Jove,</HI></L>
<L>In him both I, and other Princes move,</L>
<L>And nouri&s;ht are; but thou my greate&s;t Foe,</L>
<L>Delight&s;t in Blood, Battels, and Strife and Woe:</L>
<L>If thou bee&s;t very &s;trong, God gave it thee,</L>
<L>Get thee gone hence with all thy companie,</L>
<L>And Ships, and Myrmidons, I do not care,</L>
<L>Nor fear thy Wrath; yet of my threats beware:</L>
<L>Becau&s;e fair-cheekt <HI>Chry&s;eis Phoebus</HI> &s;eeks,</L>
<L>Ile &s;end her home with many of my <HI>Greeks:</HI></L>
<L>But thy fair-cheekt <HI>Bry&s;eis</HI> home Ile bring,</L>
<L>And thou &s;halt know how powerful a King</L>
<L>Is above all, and every one &s;hall &s;ee</L>
<L>There is great danger to contend with me:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="7" REF="8">
<L><HI>Achilles</HI> hearing this, was vext at heart,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Achilles <HI>enra|ged again&s;t</HI> A|gamemnon.</NOTE></L>
<L>Bri&s;led his Bo&s;ome, his di&s;cour&s;ive part,</L>
<L>Sometime did think with Sword to lay about,</L>
<L>Sometimes he thought to &s;it his anger out:</L>
<L>Whil&s;t thus <HI>Achilles</HI> &s;tood in doubtful mind,</L>
<L>And drew his Sword, <HI>Pallas</HI> about him &s;hin'd,</L>
<L>Being &s;ent from Heaven by the white-wri&s;ted queen</L>
<L><HI>Juno,</HI> for &s;he had to both loving been:</L>
<L><HI>Achilles</HI> by the yellow Curls &s;he took,</L>
<L>Standing behind him, onely gave a look</L>
<L>To him alone; he turning back his eye,</L>
<L>Was &s;truck amaz'd in every faculty.</L>
<L>He knew her by her eyes &s;parkling with fire,</L>
<L>With winged words he craved her de&s;ire:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Daughter of <HI>Jove,</HI> who does his Helmet bear,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Achilles <HI>to</HI> Pal|las.</NOTE></L>
<L>Tell me why thou de&s;cende&s;t from thy Sphere;</L>
<L>Would&s;t thou the pride of <HI>Agamemnon</HI> know?</L>
<L>Then &s;ee him ga&s;ping at this deadly blow.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Gray-ey'd <NOTE N="*" PLACE="marg">Pallas. <HI>She &s;peaks to</HI> Achilles.</NOTE> <HI>Minerva</HI> an&s;wered him again,</L>
<L>I'm come from Heaven thine anger to refrain;</L>
<L>White-wre&s;ted <HI>Juno</HI> &s;ent me, &s;he is loth</L>
<L>There &s;hould be any quarrel 'twixt you both:</L>
<L>Show thy re&s;pects to us, cea&s;e to contend,</L>
<L>Put up thy Sword, and &s;o this quarrel end:</L>
<L><NOTE N="&dagger;" PLACE="marg">Chide, but not fight.</NOTE> Give him mo&s;t bitter words, take this from me,</L>
<L>The time will come when thou mu&s;t courted be,</L>
<L>When thrice the worth &s;hall be unto thee &s;ent</L>
<L>For recompence, when that he &s;hall repent.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Swift-foot <HI>Achilles</HI> an&s;wer'd and did &s;peak,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Here you &s;ee <HI>Achilles</HI> in the heighth of an|ger yeelds obe|bedience to <HI>Pallas.</HI></NOTE></L>
<L>Godde&s;s I will not your Commandment break</L>
<L>Although I'm very angry; for I know</L>
<L>Unto the Gods I do obedience owe:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="8" REF="9">
<L>They'l hear my Prayers: Then he put up his Sword</L>
<L>Clo&s;e in his Sheath, ju&s;t at <HI>Minerva's</HI> word.</L>
<L>To <HI>Jove</HI> the rough Shield-bearing <HI>Pallas</HI> then</L>
<L>Went up to &s;it with other gods in heaven</L>
<L><HI>Peleides</HI> then to <HI>Agamemnon</HI> &s;pake</L>
<L>With bitter words, and out his anger brake.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thou Wine-&s;ot, ever &s;teept in Wine, thy heart</L>
<L>Thou Dogs face, is as fearful as a Hart;<NOTE PLACE="marg">Achilles <HI>to</HI> A|gamemnon.</NOTE></L>
<L>In ambu&s;h thou'lt not lye, nor dar'&s;t thou go</L>
<L>In Arms with us, ever to fight thy Fo,</L>
<L>The&s;e are as death to thee; all thy delight</L>
<L>Is to rob tho&s;e that blame thee, of their right:</L>
<L>On &s;ervile Spirits thou do&s;t tyranni&s;e,</L>
<L>Thou &s;ubject-eating King I thee de&s;pi&s;e:</L>
<L><HI>Atreides</HI> (for the wrong thou offer'&s;t now)</L>
<L>Ile tell thee plainly, and will make a Vow</L>
<L>By this &s;ame Scepter, which can never give</L>
<L>Branches and Leaves, I know it cannot live</L>
<L>Since it was cut from Mountains, <HI>Grecians</HI> &s;eek,</L>
<L>And judges to, by it our Laws to keep,</L>
<L>Which came from <HI>Jove,</HI> and a great Oath Ile take,</L>
<L>Ile never fight for any <HI>Graecians</HI> &s;ake:</L>
<L>When <HI>Hector</HI> &s;layes thy men, then thou'lt repent</L>
<L>That thou ha&s;t wrong'd thy Armies Ornament:</L>
<L>Thus angry, he his Scepter flung to th' ground,</L>
<L>Stuck with his golden Studs; then the profound</L>
<L>Sweet-&s;poken <HI>Ne&s;tor</HI> up him&s;elf did rai&s;e,</L>
<L>Who with the <HI>Pylians</HI> was of mighty prai&s;e;</L>
<L>The Words were &s;weeter which from him did come,</L>
<L>Then was the Honey, or the Honey comb;</L>
<L>Whil&s;t he did live, two Ages were encrea&s;ed</L>
<L>In &s;acred <HI>Pylos,</HI> and both the&s;e decea&s;ed,</L>
<L>The third he reigned in, being a Prince of skill,</L>
<L>He &s;hewed how di&s;cord mu&s;t needs breed much ill.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<PB N="9" REF="9">
<L>Oh Gods! What &s;orrows do's our Land &s;u&s;tain,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Ne&s;tor's <HI>&s;peech to</HI> A|gamemnon &amp; Achilles.</NOTE></L>
<L><HI>Priam,</HI> and <HI>Priam's</HI> Sons to &s;ee us &s;lain</L>
<L>By one another? Oh how they'l rejoice,</L>
<L>And all <HI>Troy</HI> &s;hout with a victorious voice</L>
<L>To &s;ee tho&s;e which in Arms and Arts excel,</L>
<L>Differ! Now therefore be advi&s;ed well,</L>
<L>I am older, &s;tronger, no Age did ever hear</L>
<L>Of &s;uch brave men as my Companions were;</L>
<L><HI>Pyrithius, Cynius, Drias,</HI> prince of men;</L>
<L><HI>Exadius, The&s;eus,</HI> and <HI>Polypheme,</HI></L>
<L>Like to a God; the&s;e Heroes often fought</L>
<L>With Mountain-Bea&s;ts, for men in &s;trength were nought,</L>
<L>Compar'd with them, they fought and overcame:</L>
<L>I was Companion to the&s;e men of Fame;</L>
<L>I came from <HI>Pylos,</HI> and bore Arms with the&s;e,</L>
<L>My Speeches and my Coun&s;els did them plea&s;e:</L>
<L>I will per&s;wade you now from any jar,</L>
<L>Although you're &s;trong, by no means make a War;</L>
<L>Give him his Mi&s;tre&s;s, all the <HI>Greeks</HI> con&s;ent,</L>
<L>Then 'twixt you both there will be great content.</L>
<L><HI>Achilles</HI> be at peace, no King by Lot,</L>
<L>So mighty honor from great <HI>Jove</HI> hath got:</L>
<L>Tis true, You are &s;trong, a Godde&s;s brought you forth,</L>
<L>Yet he's a powerful King, of greater worth.</L>
<L><HI>Atreides,</HI> cea&s;e thine anger, thou &s;halt &s;ee</L>
<L><HI>Achilles</HI> with my Prayers will moved be,</L>
<L>Who is our Hedge again&s;t the Force of <HI>Troy,</HI></L>
<L>Our Armyes Ornament and onely joy.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>To this the King made an&s;wer, and did &s;ay,<NOTE PLACE="marg">Agamemnon's <HI>&s;peech to</HI> Ne|&s;tor.</NOTE></L>
<L>Sir, you &s;peak right, but he vvill bear the &s;way</L>
<L>Over us all, and domineer as King,</L>
<L>There's none &s;hall make me grant him &s;uch a thing;</L>
<L>What if the gods have made him &s;trong, &s;hall he</L>
<L>Fling his reproaches, and his &s;corns on me?</L>
<L><PB N="10" REF="10"><HI>Achilles</HI> an&s;wer'd, Men vvill hold me ba&s;e,<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Achilles</HI> &s;peech.</NOTE></L>
<L>And I &s;hould go avvay with great di&s;grace</L>
<L>If I &s;hould yeild to thee in every thing,</L>
<L>(Others command, and be to them a King)</L>
<L>I vvill not fight now for my Mi&s;tre&s;s &s;ake</L>
<L>With thee or others; but this from me take,</L>
<L>If thou do&s;t rob my Ships, then &s;hall this Lance</L>
<L>Strike to thy heart; Upon this variance</L>
<L>The Princes being angry, all aro&s;e,<NOTE PLACE="marg">The Council di&s;&s;olved.</NOTE></L>
<L>And to his quarters great <HI>Achilles</HI> goes,</L>
<L>With his <HI>Patroclus,</HI> and his faithful Mates;</L>
<L>Then <HI>Agamemnon</HI> knowing well the Fates,</L>
<L>Did launch the Ship, and gave a Sacrifice,</L>
<L>With fair <HI>Cry&s;eis</HI> his beloved prize.</L>
<L><HI>Uly&s;&s;es</HI> was the Captain, he did then</L>
<L>A&s;cend the &s;hip vvith twenty cho&s;en men,</L>
<L>Which through the moi&s;t wayes row'd her; then the King</L>
<L>Bad all the Ho&s;t their Sacrifices bring,</L>
<L>Of Bulls and Goats, into the deep they ca&s;t</L>
<L>The Offol left, thus was <HI>Apollo</HI> grac'd;</L>
<L>Thick fumes and vapours mounted from the &s;hore</L>
<L>Of th' unfruitful Seas, to Heaven they bore</L>
<L>Enwrapped &s;avours. <HI>Atreides</HI> could not yet</L>
<L>Forgive <HI>Achilles,</HI> or his wrong forget.</L>
<L>Then vented he unto <HI>Eur<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="1 letter">bates,</HI></L>
<L>And to <HI>Talbythius,</HI> the&s;e Me&s;&s;ages;</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Go to <HI>Achilles</HI> Tent, fair <HI>Bri&s;eis</HI> bring,</L>
<L>If he deny to give her to his King,</L>
<L>Ile come with many more, he'le find it wor&s;e,</L>
<L>And vvill be plagued vvith a heavier Cur&s;e.</L>
<L>This &s;aid, they &s;traight obeyed his Command,</L>
<L>And vvalk'd unvvilling all along the Sand</L>
<L>Of the unfruitful Sea; ju&s;t as they vvent</L>
<L>They found <HI>Achilles</HI> &s;itting in his Tent;</L>
<L>They &s;truck vvith fear and avve, &s;tood dumb and &s;ad,</L>
<L>Nor vvas <HI>Achilles</HI> then to &s;ee them glad;</L>
<L><PB N="11" REF="10">He knew for what they came, Heralds (&s;aid he)</L>
<L>Of Gods and Men, come nearer unto me;</L>
<L>I blame you not, I know the King did &s;end</L>
<L>For <HI>Bri&s;'is;</HI> now <HI>Patrodus</HI> (my dear friend)</L>
<L>Bring her; but by the immortal gods I &s;wear,</L>
<L>(And mortal men, witne&s;s all ye that's here)</L>
<L>If your di&s;honour'd King &s;hould for me &s;end,</L>
<L>That I again&s;t this plague, my help &s;hould lend;</L>
<L>He is raging mad, things pa&s;t he cannot tell,</L>
<L>Nor things to come, nor can he govern well:</L>
<L>This &s;aid, <HI>Patroclus</HI> came to <HI>Bri&s;eis</HI> Tent,</L>
<L>Brought her to th' Heralds, to the Ships they went;</L>
<L>She was unwilling: <HI>Achilles</HI> wept full &s;ore,</L>
<L>And with his tears his Mother did implore,</L>
<L>And lifting up his hands, Mother, (&s;aid he)</L>
<L>My life, though &s;hort, yet &s;hould it honour'd be:</L>
<L>But <HI>Jove</HI> no honour gives; great <HI>Atreus</HI> Son</L>
<L>Hath ta'ne my Prize, and I am quite undone.</L>
<L>He weeping &s;pake; his honoured Mother heard,</L>
<L>(Sitting i' th' deeps) and &s;traight above appear'd</L>
<L>Like to a My&s;t; her hand did &s;troke her Son,</L>
<L>Tell me (&s;aid &s;he) from whence this &s;trife begun.</L>
<L>Mother (&s;aid he) you do my &s;orrows know,</L>
<L>I need not tell you whence my griefs do grovv:</L>
<L>We came to <HI>Thebes,</HI> City of <HI>Etion,</HI></L>
<L>Sackt it, and did divide to every Son</L>
<L>Of <HI>Greece</HI> his &s;hare <HI>Atreides Chry&s;eis</HI> had,</L>
<L><HI>Chry&s;es, Apollo's</HI> Prie&s;t at this grew &s;ad,</L>
<L>Who to the Fleet unvalued Pre&s;ents brought,</L>
<L>When he the freedom of his Daughter &s;ought,</L>
<L>With <HI>Phoebus</HI> Crovvn and Scepter in his hand,</L>
<L>He pray'd the <HI>Greeks,</HI> and tho&s;e that bore Commands:</L>
<L>The <HI>Greeks</HI> vvith Acclamations all embrace</L>
<L>The&s;e Gifts, and think them a &s;ufficient grace;</L>
<L>But <HI>Agamemnon</HI> (rag'd with mighty ire)</L>
<L>Threatned the Prie&s;t, he angry did retire;</L>
<L><PB N="12" REF="11">Him praying as he went, <HI>Phoebus</HI> did hear,</L>
<L>For he of <HI>Phoebus</HI> was accounted dear;</L>
<L>He &s;ent his Darts, and many <HI>Greeks</HI> did dye</L>
<L>Through all the Camp, &s;o fierce his Arrows flye.</L>
<L>When our learn'd Prophet to us the cau&s;e did tell,</L>
<L>I gave command to plea&s;e <HI>Apollo</HI> vvell;</L>
<L><HI>Atreides</HI> angry, did his threatnings &s;end,</L>
<L>And novv we &s;ee his threatnings at an end:</L>
<L>The black-ey'd <HI>Greeks</HI> then &s;ent <HI>Chry&s;eis</HI> home</L>
<L>Unto her Father with a Hecatomb;</L>
<L><HI>Atreides</HI> then for my <HI>Bry&s;eis</HI> &s;ent,</L>
<L>Whom all the <HI>Greeks</HI> gave me with one con&s;ent:</L>
<L>Now &s;cale <HI>Olympus,</HI> and great <HI>Jove</HI> implore,</L>
<L>If thou by word or deed did&s;t ere re&s;tore</L>
<L>Joy to his heart; I have often heard thee vaunt</L>
<L>In our own Court how thou wa&s;t conver&s;ant</L>
<L>In &s;aving of our black-Cloud-gathering <HI>Jove,</HI></L>
<L>Whom <HI>Pallas, Neptune,</HI> and the great Queen (above)</L>
<L>Of Heaven would bind, thou call&s;t the hundred-hands|</L>
<L><HI>Briareus</HI> to re&s;cue <HI>Jove</HI> from bands;</L>
<L>Gods call him &s;o, <HI>Egeon</HI> among&s;t men</L>
<L>He is call'd, &s;urpa&s;t, and was as &s;trong again</L>
<L>As his own Father; He by <HI>Jove</HI> did &s;it</L>
<L>In Heaven; the Immortals did not envy it.</L>
<L>Mind him of this, &s;it and embrace his knee,</L>
<L>And ask if that <HI>Troy's</HI> &s;uccor he will be,</L>
<L>And beat the <HI>Greeks</HI> unto their Ships and Sea,</L>
<L>Some &s;lain, let others their great King obey;</L>
<L>And the far-ruling-King this fault &s;hall knovv,</L>
<L>That to the be&s;t he did no honor &s;how.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>She vveeping &s;aid, Oh thou my deare&s;t Son!<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Thetis</HI> her &s;peech.</NOTE></L>
<L>Woe's me, I brought thee forth, thy fates begun.</L>
<L>Sit without weeping, and endure this wrong,</L>
<L>For now thy wretched life will not be long:</L>
<L><PB N="13" REF="11">Ile climb <HI>Olympus</HI> that is crown'd with &s;now,</L>
<L>And &s;ee if thundring <HI>Jove</HI> will hear thy Wo:</L>
<L>Sit by the &s;hips, thine anger now refrain,</L>
<L>And by no means go to the War again.</L>
<L><HI>Jove</HI> and the gods went ye&s;terday to fea&s;t</L>
<L>With Blamele&s;s <HI>Ethiops</HI> i'th' deep Oceans brea&s;t;</L>
<L>The Twelft he'le come again, then will I &s;ee</L>
<L>His Bra&s;s-pav'd-Court, and beg with humble knee,</L>
<L>I think he'le hear me, Thus &s;he &s;pake, and there</L>
<L>Left him in anger for his faire&s;t Deare</L>
<L>Forc'd away from him. Then did <HI>Uly&s;&s;es</HI> come</L>
<L>To <HI>Chry&s;es</HI> &s;hore, bringing a Hecatomb</L>
<L>To the deep Haven, when they all did come,</L>
<L>Some &s;truck the &s;ailes, others they did make room</L>
<L>For Topma&s;t and for Ores, &s;ome Anchor ca&s;t</L>
<L>Again&s;t the &s;torms, for drifting made her fa&s;t;</L>
<L>They come a-&s;hore, and bring the Hecatomb</L>
<L>To <HI>Phoebus,</HI> darting far, they welcome home</L>
<L><HI>Chry&s;eis,</HI> whom the wi&s;e <HI>Uly&s;&s;es</HI> brought</L>
<L>Unto her Father, and thus him be&s;ought,</L>
<L>(Standing at the Altar) <HI>Agamemnon</HI> &s;ends</L>
<L>Thy Daughter, and unto the gods commends<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Uly&s;&s;es</HI> &s;peech to the Prie&s;t.</NOTE></L>
<L>A &s;acrifice for to appea&s;e your King,</L>
<L>Who on us doth his fierce&s;t &s;orrows Fling;</L>
<L>Thus he re&s;igns her; <HI>Chry&s;es</HI> with joy doth take</L>
<L>His Daughter, and a &s;acrifice doth make</L>
<L>Upon the Altar, then &s;alt Cakes he took,</L>
<L>With voice and hands lift up, to Heaven did look,</L>
<L>And pray'd; Oh hear my God, thou that do&s;t bend<NOTE PLACE="marg">The Prie&s;t's prayer.</NOTE></L>
<L>Thy &s;ilver Bow, and <HI>Cilla</HI> do&s;t defend;</L>
<L>And <HI>Tenedos,</HI> thou heard'&s;t me pray before,</L>
<L>Thou honor'd&s;t me, and hurt the <HI>Graecians</HI> &s;ore:</L>
<L>But oh my God, grant me now my de&s;ire,</L>
<L>And from the <HI>Graecians</HI> turn thy raging ire.</L>
<L>He pray'd, and <HI>Phoebus</HI> heard him: Others did pray,</L>
<L>And ca&s;t &s;alt Cakes, others did Oxen &s;lay,</L>
<L><PB N="14" REF="12">Which (cut in pieces) on the fire did lye,</L>
<L>And the&s;e the Prie&s;t (with generous Wine) did frye;</L>
<L>Some ro&s;ted, and &s;ome others boild the meat,</L>
<L>And every man unto his fill did eat:</L>
<L>Young men crownd Cups of Wine, &s;ome drunk about,</L>
<L>Some &s;aw the Health go round, &s;ome pour'd out,</L>
<L>Some all the day &s;ung Paeans, plea&s;ed the ear</L>
<L>Of great <HI>Apollo,</HI> when they &s;ung &s;o clear:</L>
<L>But when the Sun was &s;et, and night was come,</L>
<L>To &s;leep on Cables every man made room,</L>
<L>Till that the Ro&s;ie-fingered-Morn retir'd,</L>
<L>Then <HI>Phoebus</HI> with fair Winds their Bark in&s;p'ir'd;</L>
<L>They top-ma&s;t hoi&s;ted, and the &s;ails &s;et up,</L>
<L>The &s;hip the parted Waves &s;wiftly did cut;</L>
<L>When to the Camp they came, and &s;andy &s;hore,</L>
<L>They all took quarters as they did before.</L>
<L>Swift-foot <HI>Achilles</HI> near the Navy &s;ate</L>
<L>Angry, and left the Councels of E&s;tate;</L>
<L>Which honour men, he never trod the field,</L>
<L>Pind, call'd for War, his &s;tomack could not yeild.</L>
<L>Twelve Morns being pa&s;t, the gods did follow <HI>Jove,</HI></L>
<L>And Mount <HI>Olympus,</HI> him did <HI>Thetis</HI> move;</L>
<L>Ri&s;ing from &s;ea at the Morns fir&s;t light,</L>
<L>She climbed <HI>Olympus,</HI> in &s;upreme&s;t height</L>
<L>Of that high Hill, &s;he &s;py'd out <HI>Saturns</HI> Son</L>
<L>Set from the re&s;t, in his free Seat alone;</L>
<L>She &s;ate before him, her left hand did hold</L>
<L>His Knees, the right his Chin, then did unfold</L>
<L>Her &s;ons Petition: If to thee I've &s;tood</L>
<L>In word or deed, grant me now this &s;ame good:</L>
<L>King <HI>Agamemnon</HI> to my &s;on did bring</L>
<L>A great di&s;grace, revenge me this &s;ame thing;</L>
<L>Send help to <HI>Troy;</HI> and let them over-run</L>
<L>The <HI>Greeks,</HI> till they give honor to my &s;on.</L>
<L>Cloud-gathering <HI>Jove</HI> &s;aid nought, but <HI>Thetis</HI> &s;ate</L>
<L>Holding his knee, and &s;till did him entreat;</L>
<L><PB N="15" REF="12">Grant, or deny (&s;aid &s;he) ju&s;t now my &s;uite,</L>
<L>Thou feare&s;t none, why do&s;t thou &s;it thus mute</L>
<L>On my di&s;grace? Cloud-gathering <HI>Jove</HI> reply'd,</L>
<L>Come what ills will, thou &s;halt not be denyd;<NOTE PLACE="marg">Iove's <HI>promi&s;e to</HI> Thetis.</NOTE></L>
<L>Let <HI>Juno</HI> &s;torm, chide me among&s;t the gods,</L>
<L>And &s;ay my help gives to the <HI>Trojans</HI> odds:</L>
<L>But now be gone, le&s;t angry <HI>Juno</HI> &s;ee</L>
<L>My Promi&s;e, and what care I take of thee;</L>
<L>Ile nod my Head, then will the gods divine</L>
<L>That I do yeild to any &s;uit of thine;</L>
<L>And when I nod, theres none that can recall</L>
<L>The thing I nod to, if I nod at all.</L>
<L>This &s;aid, the black-eye-browd, and mighty god,</L>
<L>Did &s;hake <HI>Olympus</HI> when he did but nod.</L>
<L>Then <HI>Thetis</HI> parting, did from the light Heaven go</L>
<L>To <HI>Neptunes</HI> Kingdom, diving down below:</L>
<L><HI>Jove</HI> did go home, and all the gods did meet</L>
<L>Him as he went, and kindly did him greet&punc;</L>
<L>But <HI>Juno</HI> &s;aw <HI>Thetis</HI> in <HI>Joves</HI> Throne,</L>
<L>Di&s;cour&s;ing with him when he was alone;</L>
<L>Then &s;he revild him, Thy &s;ecrets thou do&s;t &s;peak</L>
<L>To others, but to me do&s;t never break</L>
<L>What thou intends. Father of gods and men,</L>
<L>To angry <HI>Juno</HI> then replyed agen,</L>
<L>Hope not that thou &s;hall all my coun&s;els know,</L>
<L>Although my Wife; for I will never &s;how</L>
<L>To god or man, but what I fitting &s;ee,</L>
<L>No god nor man &s;hall &s;ooner know then thee.</L>
<L>Then Ox-eyd <HI>Juno</HI> an&s;werd, Cruel <HI>Jove,</HI></L>
<L>Does the&s;e &s;ame &s;peeches &s;how to me thy love?</L>
<L>I never askt before; do&s;t thou not &s;it</L>
<L>Quiet from me, and wils what thou thinks fit?</L>
<L>But I fear <HI>Thetis</HI> (with her &s;ilver feet)</L>
<L>Held you by th'knees, and early did you greet;</L>
<L>And I &s;u&s;pect that you <HI>Achilles</HI> fain</L>
<L>Would honor, though many of <HI>Greeks</HI> were &s;lain,</L>
<L><PB N="16" REF="13">Then did Cloud-gathering <HI>Jove</HI> reply, Oh Wife!</L>
<L>Wretched art thou, to make with me this &s;trife:</L>
<L>To know my Deeds it will no profit be,</L>
<L>But rather take away my love from thee:</L>
<L>Then &s;it thou down, and now obey my word,</L>
<L>For if that thou and I do not accord,</L>
<L>Then all the gods in Heaven cannot with&s;tand</L>
<L>When I on thee do lay my conquering hand.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>This &s;aid, the honoured oxe-eyd <HI>Juno</HI> then</L>
<L>Sate &s;ilent, and dur&s;t not reply agen:</L>
<L>Then all the gods in Heaven this ill did take,</L>
<L>Till <HI>Vulcan</HI> pleaded for his Mothers &s;ake:<NOTE PLACE="marg"><HI>Vulcan</HI>'s &s;peech.</NOTE></L>
<L>The&s;e works are deadly, whil&s;t that you do &s;pend</L>
<L>The&s;e words, you make the gods them&s;elves contend;</L>
<L>This Banquet will to us no plea&s;ure be,</L>
<L>But rather grief if you do not agree;</L>
<L>But I will pray my Mother now to cea&s;e</L>
<L>Her chiding, lea&s;t that &s;he does <HI>Jove</HI> di&s;plea&s;e;</L>
<L>For if he thunder, he can us then throw</L>
<L>From the high Heaven unto the earth below:</L>
<L>But &s;peak him fair, then I do hope that he</L>
<L>Will to us all very propitious be:</L>
<L>This &s;aid, he ro&s;e, the double-handed Cup</L>
<L>Into his Mothers hands he &s;traight did put,</L>
<L>And &s;pake unto her, Mother, Suffer, bear,</L>
<L>I grieve to &s;ee you beat, you are &s;o dear:</L>
<L>I cannot help you, none was ever known</L>
<L>To &s;trive with <HI>Jove</HI> &s;itting upon his Throne;</L>
<L>When once I helpt, he catcht me by the heel,</L>
<L>And flung me down from Heaven; I could not feel</L>
<L>Ground all the day; But when the black Night came,</L>
<L>The <HI>Sintij</HI> &s;traight did take me up again.</L>
<L>VVhite-wri&s;ted <HI>Juno</HI> &s;miling took the Cup,</L>
<L>And drank about, lame <HI>Vulcan</HI> filled up;</L>
<L><PB N="13" REF="13"><HI>Nectar</HI> to all loud laughter went about,</L>
<L>To &s;ee lame <HI>Vulcan</HI> poure in and out.</L>
<L>The Banquet held all day, till Sun was &s;et,</L>
<L>And every one unto his fill did eat;</L>
<L><HI>Apollo</HI> did upon his fair Harp play,</L>
<L>The Mu&s;es an&s;wer'd, &s;inging all the day:</L>
<L>But after that the fair Sun's light was &s;et,</L>
<L>Then every one unto his home did get,</L>
<L>Which <HI>Vulcan</HI> (lame on both feet) made, for he</L>
<L>Had built a Hou&s;e for every Deity;</L>
<L>Heavens-thundring-<HI>Jove</HI> unto his Bed did high,</L>
<L>And <HI>Juno</HI> on her golden Throne &s;tept nigh.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>The end of the fir&s;t Book.</TRAILER>
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<P>THe&s;e fir&s;t &s;ix Ver&s;es I tran&s;lated thus, and &s;how|ed them and others to many Schollars; but be|cau&s;e I found one Gentleman &s;omething curious, I al|tered them, as you &s;ee in the beginning.</P>
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<L>Godde&s;s the wrath of great <HI>Achilles</HI> &s;ing,</L>
<L>Who griefs unnumbred to the <HI>Greeks</HI> did bring,</L>
<L>And many valiant &s;ouls to hell did &s;end,</L>
<L>Their noble Bodyes Fouls and Dogs did rend.</L>
<L><HI>Jove</HI> will'd all this, from him this strife begun,</L>
<L>Of <HI>Agamemnon,</HI> and great <HI>Pel'us</HI> Son.</L>
</LG>
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<HEAD>Ver&s;es upon General <HI>BLAKE,</HI> his Funeral.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>VOwels do make the &s;ound, Letters alone</L>
<L>Cannot be read, nor under&s;tood by none.</L>
<L>The Vowels are the &s;ame in <HI>Drake,</HI> and <HI>Blake,</HI></L>
<L>Some think the&s;e two &s;hould equal honor take:</L>
<L><HI>Drake</HI> conquer'd by lame <HI>Vulcan;</HI> &s;uch a toy</L>
<L>An Ape might do, or every little boy,</L>
<L>Fire a &s;leepy Navy. But <HI>Blake's</HI> fight</L>
<L>Did the Sea-Mon&s;ters, and great <HI>Neptune</HI> fright,</L>
<L>In the black <HI>Trojan</HI>-&s;torm, his Trident there</L>
<L>He u&s;ed, but now he let it fall for feare&punc;</L>
<L>The Butter-boxes melted with great heat,</L>
<L>And drunken <HI>Dutch</HI>-men &s;tunck in grea&s;e and &s;weat;</L>
<L><PB REF="14"><HI>Spaniard</HI> and <HI>Turk,</HI> both the&s;e together quake,</L>
<L>And yeild their Captives up to dreadful <HI>Blake:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mars</HI> feard a Conque&s;t from the factious gods,</L>
<L>And &s;ent for thee, knowing he &s;hould have odds</L>
<L>Again&s;t them all: <HI>Jove</HI> did <HI>Achilles</HI> fear;</L>
<L>Behold a greater then <HI>Achilles</HI> there.</L>
</LG>
</DIV1>
<DIV1 TYPE="note">
<P>IN the Countrey (this la&s;t Summer) I taught a Gentleman's Son and he being gone a hunting, or cour&s;ing, I had great lei&s;ure, and began to tran&s;late <HI>Homer;</HI> at the fir&s;t I tran&s;lated &s;ixteen ver|&s;es, every time more or le&s;&s;e, till I came almost to <HI>Ne&s;tor's</HI> Speech: I read them to &s;ome &s;chollars, and they per&s;waded me to fini&s;h the fir&s;t Book, which (by God's a&s;&s;i&s;&s;ance) I did, to whom be glory for ever.</P>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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