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Tydeus, who had fled from Calydon, having kilPd his Brother. Adrastus entertains them, having receiv'd an Oracle from Apollo that his Daughters Jhou'd be marry*d to a Boar and a Lion, which he understands to be meant of these Strangers by whom the Hydes of those Beasts were worn, and who arriv'd at the time when he kept an annual Feast in honour of that God. The Rise of this Solemnity he relates to his Guests, the Loves of Phœbus and Psamathe, and the Story of Coræbus. He enquires, and is made acquainted with, their Descent and Quality; The Sacrifice is renew'd, and the Book Concludes with a Hymn to Apollo.
The Translator hopes he needs not Apologize for his Choice of this Piece, which was made almost in his Childhood. But finding the Version better, upon-Review, than he expected from those Year.s, he was easily prevail'd upon to give it some Correction, the rather, because no Part of this Author (at least that fae knows of) has been tolerably turn'd into our Language.
STAT1VS his Thebais.
FRaternal Rage, the guilty Thebe's Alarms,
Th'Alternate Reign destrdy'ct hy Impious
Demand our Song; a sacred Fury fires ^ mS'
My ravifh'd Breast, and AU the Muse inspires*
G Goddess, fay, shall I deduce my Rhimes
From the dire Nation in its early Times,
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Enrols Rape, Agenor\ stern Decree,
And Cadmus searching round the spacious Sea?
How with the Serpent's Teeth hesow'd the Soil,
And reap'd an Iron Harvest of his Toil;
Or how from joyning Stones the City sprung,
While to his Harp Divine Amphion fung?
Or shall I Juno's Hate to Thebes resound,
Whose fatal Rage th' unhappy Monarch found;
The Sire against the Son his Arrows drew,
O'er the wide Fields the furious Mother flew, ,
And while her Arms her Second Hope contain,
Sprung from the Rocks, and plung'd into the Main.
But wave whate'er to Cadmus may belong,
And fix, O Muse! the Barrier of thy Song,
At Oedtpus from his Disasters trace
The long Confusions of his guilty Race.
Nor yet attempt to stretch thy bolder Wing,
And mighty Casar\ conqu'ring Eagles sing;
Mow twice the Mountains ran with Dacian Blood,
And trembling Ifler check'd his rapid Flood;
How twicehe vanquish'd where xhtRhine does roll,
And stretch'd his Empire to the frozen Pole;
Or long before, with early Valour strove
In youthful Arms t'assert the Cause of Jove.
And Thou, great Heir of all thy Father's Fame,
Encrease of Glory to the Lation Name;
Oh bless thy Rome with an Eternal Reign,
Nor4et desiring Worlds intreat in vain!
What tho' the Stars contract their Heav'nly Space,
And crowd their mininglRaiiks to yield tbeeplace;
Tho' all the Skies, ambitious of thy Sway,
'Conspire to court thee from our World away;
Tho'fhœbus longs to mix his Rays with thine,
And in thy Glories more serenely shine;
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Tho' Jove himself no less content wou'd be,
To part hisThrone and*sliare his Heav'n with thee;
Yet stay, great Cæsar\ and vouchsafe to reign
O'er the wide Earth, and o'er the watry Main,
Resign to Jove his Empire of the Skies,
And People Heav'n with Roman Deities.
The Time will come, when a diviner Flame
Shall warm my Breast to sing of Casar\ Fame:
Mean while permit that my preluding Muse
In Theban Wars an humbler Theme may chuse:
Of furious Hate surviving Death, (he sings,
A fatal Throne to two contending Kings,,
And Fun'ral Flames, that parting wide in Air,
Express the Discord of the Souls they bear:
Of Towns dispeopled, and the wandring Ghosts
Of Kings unbury'd, on the wasted Coast*;