Canto 3

Now what illustrious GAMA, neer the Line,
Inform'd that KING, report CALIOPE:
Breathe an immortal Song, and voice divine,
Into this mortal Breast, that's big with Thee:
So, never the great God of Medicine,
(To whom thou ORPHEUS bar'st) love CLYCIE,
Court DAPHNE more, or call LEUCOTHOE Frend,
Since Thou in Beauty doest them All transcend.

Thou, Nymph, promote my pious just desire
To pay my Country what to It I owe;
That the whole world may listen, and admire
To see from Tagus AGANIPPE flowe.
Leave PINDUS'S flow'rs: For (Loe!) the MUSES'S Sire
Bathes me in Sacred dew from top to toe.
If not, I swear thou hast some jealousie
ORPHEUS (thy joy) should be eclyps'd by me.

To hear the noble GAMA, In a Ring
Gather'd was all th'attentive Companie;
When (having sat a while considering)
Raising his manly Visage, thus said He.
Thou doest command me to unfold (O KING)
My noble NATION'S genealogie:
Thou bid'st me not to tell a forraign story,
But of my Own thou bid'st me tell the glory.

Upon Another's Prayses to dilate
Is usual, and that which Friends doth raise:
But of One's Own the Prayses to relate,
Will prove (I fear me) a suspected praise.
Besides, to praise ours to the worth, the date
Would first expire of six the longest days.
But (to serve Thee) a double fault I'l do:
I'l praise my own, and crop their praises too.

Yet what in fine doth animate me, is,
I'm sure of Lying I shall run no danger:
For of such deeds say what I can, I wis
I shall leave more to th'utterance of a stranger.
But (to pursue that method in all this
Thy self prescribed, nor seem in all a Ranger)
First, of the Territory large I'l tell;
Then, of the bloody Battailes that befell.

Between the Zone where Cancer bends his clutch
(To the bright Sun a Bound Septentrionall)
And that which for the Cold is shun'd as much,
As for the Heate the middle Zone of all,
Prowd EUROPE lyes: whose North, and parts which touch
Upon the Occident, have for their Wall
The OCEAN; and, with unreturning Waves,
Her South, the SEA-MEDITERRANEAN laves.

Upon the East she neighbours ASIA:
But that cold River with the doubling stream
(Which from Riphean Mountains plough his way
To the Meotick Lake) divideth Them:
So doth that furious and that horrid Sea
Which with their Fleet th incensed GREEKS did steme;
From whence the Sayler now with his mind's eye
Sees the name onely of once glorious TROY.

Where she is most beneath the Artick Pole
The Hyperborean Mountains she doth see;
And those, where EOL raigns without controle,
Owing to blustring their Nobility.
The Sun, That spreads his lustre through the Whole,
His rays have here such imbecility,
That a deep snow is still upon the Mountains,
The Sea still frozen, frozen still the Fountains.

Here SCYTHS, and TARTARS, in great numbers, live;
Who were ingag'd in a sharp war of old,
About their Pedigrees prerogative,
With those who then th'EGYPTIAN-LAN• did hold.
But, where the justice of the Cause to give
Being hard by erring Mortals to be told,
To get more certain information, look
In the Clay-Office from which Man was took.

In that far Nook (to name of many some)
Are the cold LAPLAND; NORWAY comfortless;
SCANDIA that triumpht o're triumphant ROME
(Which her proud ruines to this day confess).
Here, whilst the waters are not stiffe, and numb,
With Winters Ice glazing the BALTICK-SEAS,
That Arm of the SARMATICK OCEANE
Sayles the brave Swede, the Prussian, and the Dane.

Betwixt this Sea, and TANAIS, live strange Nations:
RUTHENI, frozen MUSCOVITES, LIVONIANS,
That were in former Ages the SARMATIANS,
And, in th'HERCINIAN FOREST, the POLONIANS.
Held of the GERMAN EMPIRE are ALSATIANS,
SAXONS, BOHEMIANS, HUNGARS, or PANNONIANS:
With divers other, whom the RHINE'S cold waves,
The ELIVE, the MOZELL, and the DANOW laves.

'Twixt wandring ISTER, and that NARROW-SEA
Where, with her life, fair HELLE left her name,
The warlike THRACIANS dwell: who lay a plea
To MARS his Sword, as from whose loyns they came.
Here HAEMUS, and ORPHEAN RHODOPE,
Obey the OTTOMAN; and (to the shame
Of Christendom) BYSANTIUM'S noble Seat,
A proud affront to CONSTANTINE THE GREAT.

The next in order MACEDONIA stands,
Bath'd with the Actian (now LEPANTO'S) Sea:
And likewise you, O admirable LANDS,
Where Wit, and Manners, were in high degree;
Which bred those solid Heads, and valiant Hands,
Those streams of Eloquence, and Poetrie,
With which Thou (famous GREECE) unto the skies
As well by Letters, as by Arms didst rise.

DALMATIANS follow Them: and, in that Bay
ANTENOR chose for his new City's Syte,
VENICE (like VENUS) rises from the Sea;
From low beginnings swoln to that proud hight.
That Sea, an Arm of Land doth over lay,
Which the whole WORLD subjected by its might.
That Arm (no less then GREECE) to HEAVEN soar'd
With the two wings of LEARNING, and THE SWORD.

'Tis wall'd by nature, part, where it doth joyn
Unto the ALPS thick shoulders: NEPTUNE barrs
The rest with his salt waves: The APPENINE
Cuts ith'middle: where your LYBIAN MARS
Wan him such Fame. But now, since the divine
Porter hath got it (impotent in Wars)
'Tis stript of the vast pow'r it had before:
"So much is GOD delighted with the pore.

Pass we from thence to FRANCE, so much of old
With CAESAR'S triumphs through the World renownd.
'Tis water'd with the ROYAL SEYN, the cold
GAROON, the pleasant LOYRE, the RHINE profound.
Now those high Mountains in the clowds behold
Which still the lost PYRENE'S name resound:
From which, being fir'd (as ancient Books have told)
Rivers ran down of Silver, and of Gold.

Loe! here displays it self illustrious SPAIN,
As Head there of all EUROPE: In whose strange
Successes of their Wars, and ways of raign,
FATE'S wheel gave many a turn, wrought many a change.
But never Force, or Fraud, shall fix a stain
(Through Fortune's humor always giv'n to range)
But SPAIN will finde a time to wipe it out,
And make her blasted honors freshly sprout.

She faces TING•TANIA: and There
(As if to make the Mid-land Sea an Isle)
The well-known STREIGHTS to close their jaws appeare
Innobled with the THEBAN'S latest Toyle.
With different Nations she her head doth reare
(Sea-girt three sides, the fourth with Hilly Pyle)
Of such Nobility and Valour All,
That each pretends to be the principal.

She has the ARRAGONIAN, so renown'd
For conqu'ring twice stubborn PARTHENOPE:
Those of NAVAR: ASTURIANS, who did bound
The MOORS, broke in upon us like a Sea.
She has the shrewd GALLEGO, many-crownd
CASTILIAN, whom his Star reserv'd to be
SPAIN'S great Restorer and her Lord: SEVILIA,
GRANADA, LEON, MURCIA, with CASTILIA.

The LUSITANIAN KINGDOM here survay,
Plac't as the Crown upon fair EUROPE's Head:
Where (the Land finishing) begins the Sea,
And whence the Sun steps to his watry Bed.
This, first in Arms (by gracious HEAV'N'S decree)
Against the filthy MAURITANIAN sped:
Throwing him out of Her to his old Nest
In burning AFFRICK; nor there let him rest.

That, That, the loved EARTH where I was born!
To which if kinder HEAV'N do so dispose
That I (this Task perform'd) alive return:
With It, my dying Eyes, there let me close.
From LYSUS (which the Latines LUSUS turn)
Old BACCHUS'S Camrade, or (as some suppose)
His Son, was LUSITANIA'S name deriv'd,
When in that Countrey his Plantation thriv'd,

Here was that Shepherd born, who in his Name
(As well as in his Actions) did write MAN:
Whom none must hope to equal in his Fame
Since that of ROME he to eclipse began.
This Spot, through shuffling of light Fortune's Game,
TIME (who devours his children) saw, Anan,
On the WORLD'S Theater a great Part play
Rays'd to a Kingdom: and it was this way.

There was in SPAIN a King (ALPHONSO hight)
Who made so close a War upon the MORE,
That (what with policy, and what with might)
Many he slew, and many a Town he bore.
This KING'S sublime Renown taking her flight
From Streights Herculean to the Caspian Shore,
Diverse (affecting an immortal name)
To Him and Death to offer themselves came.

Others (more fir'd with an intrinsick love
Of Christian Faith, then Honour popular)
Flock from all Corners: willing to remove
Both from sweet Countrey, and from private Lar.
But, when their names, by Actions rais'd above
The vulgar pitch, they All advanc't in War;
The fam'd ALPHONSO, for such gallant deeds,
Would have them reap proportionable meeds.

Amongst These HENRY (saith the History)
A younger son of FRANCE, and a brave Prince,
Had PORTUGAL in lot, in the World's eye
Not then so glorious, nor so large, as since.
And the same KING did his own daughter tye
To Him in Wedlock, to infer from thence
His firmer love: as giving, in her hand,
The Livery and Seisin of that LAND.

He (when against the Off-spring of the Hand-
Maid HAGAR mighty Conquests he had won,
Gaining in much of the adjacent LAND,
And doing what was comely to be done)
Obtains from Him, who doth high Heav'n command
In a short time (to guerdon All) a Son:
Who (adding to his Father's worth, his owne)
Shall first erect the LUSITANIAN THRONE.

HENRY was now come from the HOLY LAND,
And Conquest of enslav'd IERUSALEM;
Having seen consecrated IORDAN'S Strand,
That saw the flesh of GOD bath'd in his stream;
For, GODFREY finding nothing could withstand
After IUDEA was subdu'd by Him,
Many, who in that War had giv'n him Ayd,
Their wisht return to their Dominions made:

When, come to the last Exit of his Age
The famous FRENCH-MAN (to a wonder brave)
Pull'd by DEATH'S hand down from this mortal Stage,
His Spirit, unto Him, that gave it, gave.
His Son remain'd in tender •upillage,
True Copy of his Sire that's in the Grave:
Then whom more excellent the world had none,
For such a Father must have such a Son.

But old Report (how true I cannot say:
For things so distant with much night are spred)
Tells, how the Mother, taking all the sway,
Scorn'd not to stoop unto a second Bed:
And, for herself an After-Game to play,
Her Fatherless-Son disinherited:
Claiming for Hers the Land, and Princely Pow're,
As giv'n her by her Father for a dow're.

Then young ALPHONSO (so the Prince they call,
Inheriting his Grandsire in his Name)
Despairing by fair means of PORTUGALL,
For that the Mother, and her Groom, the same
Usurp, and mean from Him to give it All:
(His bosom boyling with a Martial flame)
By force to seize it in his mind revolves,
As briskly executes what he resolves.

The blushing Plains of ARADUCA groan,
With one-same blood of War intestine dide;
In which the Mother (whose deeds spake her none)
The Son her love, and his own LAND deny'de:
Now stands against him in battalion,
And cannot see (being blinded with her pride)
How much she sins 'gainst HEAV'N, and natural Love:
But in her Breast the sensual swims above.

O Witch MEDEA! PROGNE, with blood-stain!
If for their Fathers, not their own misdeeds,
By you your children in Revenge were slain,
Behold, TERESA'S Sin ev'n yours exceeds!
Incontinence, the sacred Thirst of Raign,
These are the Causes whence her Crime proceeds.
SCYLLA her aged Father slew through one:
Through Both TERESA goes against her Son.

But the brave Prince a perfect conquest had
O're an ill mother, and a Father-in-Law.
Forthwith, the Victor, all the LAND obay'd
That did before their swords against him draw.
Then (by his Wrath his judgement oversway'd)
Fast laid in Irons he his Mother saw:
Which GOD'S avenging Hand did soon pursue.
"Such Reverence is to all Parents due.

Loe! proud CASTEEL unites her Forces all
(To be reveng'd for sad TERESA'S wrong)
Against the few-in-People PORTINGALL:
But, though his Troops be weake, his Heart is strong.
His mortal Head with Shield Angelical.
Hid in the day of Battail from a throng
Of falling darts, not onely firm he stands
Their shock, but routs the formidable Bands.

Yet, not long after, was this valiant Prince
In the same ARADUCA (his chief Nest)
Blockt up with avast Army, to which, since
Their late defeat, the angred Foes increast.
But by his faithful Tutor EGAS, thence
(Offring himself to death) he was releast.
Else (of all needful matter ill bested)
He in that streight had surely perished.

But the best Servant ever Master found,
Seeing his rince can no resistance make,
That he should hold of Him the Countrey round
To the CASTILIAN KING did undertake.
He (having honest EGAS MONIZ bound)
The dreadful siege did presently forsake.
But the Illustrious youth cannot afford
To pay low Homage to another Lord.

The time prefixed was arrived now
When the CASTILIAN MONARCH made account
To do him homage that the Prince would bow
As to his Founder, and Lord Paramount.
EGAS (who knew that would not be, and how
Because of Him CASTEEL rely'de upon't)
Resolves his broken promise, at the rate
Of his sweet life's expence to expiate.

And, with his children, and dear Wife, he went
T'unpawn and to redeem his morgag'd Faith,
Barefoot and bareleg'd, and with eyes so bent
To th'Earth, as would move pity more then wrath.
If my rash confidence thou have intent
To scourge as it deserves (O KING) he saith;
Loe, here I bring thee of mine own accord
A life, in lieu of ill-accomplisht word!

Loe here (to piece out mine) the innocent
Lives, of my Wife and Babes, before thy Eyes!
If Bosoms generous and excellent
Accept so frail and dire a Sacrifice.
Loe here the guilty Hands, and Tongue! invent
All sorts of pains and deaths to exercise
On These: such as may prove fierce SCINIS dull
In mischief; and out-roare […]'S Bull.

Just as before the Heads-man one condemn'd,
Who doth in life his death anticipate,
And now upon the Block his Neck extend,
For the fear d stroak which must dispatch him straight:
So EGAS look't, expecting the worst end
Could be pronounc't by KING'S deserved Hate.
But the KING seeing such stupendious Faith,
Mercy at length could more with him, then Wrath.

O great, and Portingal-Fidelitie,
Payd by a Subject to his Prince! What more
Perform'd the PERSIAN in that Project high,
When Nose and Face he carbonado'd o're;
Which made the great DARIUS (sighing) cry,
His brave ZOPYRUS, such as he was once,
H'had rather have, then twenty BAEILONS?

But now the Prince ALFONSO did provide
The happy Hoast of LUSITANIA
Against the MOORS, who, on the other side
Of TAGUS'S delectable River, lay.
Now in the fam'd ORIQUE'S Champion wide
The proud and warlike Troops he doth aray,
Just in the beard of the confronted MOOR:
As rich in couraege, as in numbers poor.

His Trust is not in Flesh, but placed all
In the eternal GOD, That Heav'n doth steer:
For the baptized Army was so small,
To his one man an hundred MOORS there were.
Those, who consider things by Reason, call
It madness rather, then th'effect of cleer
And sober heate, on such vast Heapes to run,
Where there's an hundred Horsemen to his one.

Five MOORISH KINGS he hath that day defy'de
Of whom the Chief hath ISMAR to his name:
All with the style of SOLDIER dignify'de,
By which is purchased immortal Fame.
Each had his Mistress fighting by his side,
Like that, as beautiful, as warlike, DAME
Who helpt so long to prop up falling TROY;
And Those, who streams of THERMODONT injoy.

Now did AURORA, beautiful and cleer,
Out of the Welkin chase the golden Fry:
When MARY'S son, ALPHONSO'S heart to cheer,
Appear'd to him upon the Cross on high.
Whom worshipping, That thus vouchsaft t'appeer,
All of a fire with Faith) the Prince doth cry,
Not to me LORD, but to the INFIDEL:
Not unto me, who know thy pow'r so well.

This miracle of mercy so inflam'd
The POTINGALLS, and did their minds erect,
That they the gallant Prince their KING acclam'd,
Whom with such cordial love they did affect;
And (drawing up before the Foe) proclam'd
To HEAV'N, and to the World, their new Elect:
Crying alowd; THE ARMY, CROWN AND ALL,
FOR GREAT ALPHONSO KING OF PORTUGALL.

As a fierce Mastiffe in in the woody CHACE
(Whom Shouts, and Hunters Instruments incite)
Attacks a Bull, the which his Trust doth place
In his sharp Horns's irrefragable might;
Now fastning on his flank, now on his Face,
More nimble at the turn, then strong in fight;
Till, tearing out his Throat, down falls the Beast,
The groaning Mountain with his weight opprest:

So the new KING (with courage no less new
Inflam'd by GOD, and by the People, Both)
Upon the barb'rous Hoast, before him, flew
With his bold Troops, impetuous, and wroth.
With this, the doggs take up a Howle and rue-
Full Cry, the people rowze, th'Alarum goeth:
They snatch their Spears, and Bowes, the Trumpets sound;
Lowd Instruments of war go bellowing round.

As when a fire in Stubble dry begun
(The whistling Boreas hapning then to blow)
Fann'd by the Bellows of the Wind, doth run
To the next which Field, Furzes overgrow;
And there a knot of Sheepherds (who upon
The grassie ground sweet slumbers undergo)
Wak't by the crackling flames in the thick Brake,
Snatch up their Hooks, and to the Village make:

So the surprized MOORS, and thunder-strook,
Catch up their weapons, which lye round about.
Yet fled not, these; but to their Arms they took,
And spur d their warlike Barbs, resolv'd and stout
The PORTINGALL incounters them unshook,
He makes his Lances at their backs come out.
Some drop half-dead, some tumble dead outright,
Others invoke the ALCORAN, and fight.

Most terrible Incounters, there, resound;
Enough to shake in its firm seat a Rock:
When those fierce Beasts, the Trident-strooken ground
Produc't (with their more furious Burthens) shock.
No Nook exempt, the war is kindled round,
Vast wounds are given, Neither hath cause to mock:
But those of LUSUS, Armours, Males, and all,
Break, cut, hack, batter, penetrate, and maule.

Heads from the shoulders leap about the Field;
Arms, Leggs, without or Sence, or Master, flye.
Others (their panting entrails trailing) wheel'd;
Earth in their bloodless cheek, death in their Eye.
Th'impious Army now the day doth yield:
Rivers of Blood flow from their wounds, whereby
The Field it self doth lose its colour too,
And into Crimson turns the verdant hew.

The PORTINGALL victorious doth remain,
Reaping the Trophies and the wealthy Prey.
Having discomfited the MOOR of SPAIN,
Three days the GREAT KING on the place doth stay.
In his broad Shield (which he till then bore plain)
A Badge eternal of this glorious day,
Five small Shields azure he doth now include,
In sign of these five Kings by Him subdu'de.

In these five Shields he paints the Recompence
For which THE LORD was sold, in various Ink
Writing his history, who did dispence
Such favour to him, more then Heart could think.
In every of the Five he paints Five-pence,
So sums the Thirty by a Cinque-fold Cinque;
Accounting that which is the Center, twise,
Of the five Cinques, which he doth place Cross-wise.

Some time after he gave this grand defeat
Th'illustrious KING (whose Thoughts to Heaven soare)
To take in LEYRIA marcht; which Those, He beat,
Had took from Him a little while before.
To boot, the strong ARRONCHEZ he doth get:
And, with her pleasant Vale, the evermore
Glorious SCABELICASTRO (Santaréne)
Which Thou, sweet TAGUS, waterst so serene.

Unto these noble Towns reduc't, he soon
Adds MAFRA, dar'd by his victorious Wings;
Then, in the famous Mountains of the Moon
Cold SYNTRA (forc'd) to his obedience brings:
Syntra, in which the NAYADES do run
From the sweet Snare, hiding themselves in Springs.
But LOVE hath Nets will there too serve their turn:
And in the water will his wild fire burn.

And Thou, fair LISBON (worthy to be crown'd
Of all the Cities of the WORLD the Queen)
Which that great Prince of Eloquence did found,
Who by his wit TROY-TOWN had ruin d seen;
Thou (whom obeys the Ocean-Sea profound)
By the brave PORTINGALLS wer t taken in,
Helpt by a potent Fleet, which at that time
Happen'd to come out of the Northern Clime:

Thence, from the German ELVE, and from the RHENE,
And from the Brittish-Sea-commanding THEAMES,
Sent to destroy th'usurping SARACEN,
And free their sister JORDAN'S captive streames.
These, entring TAGUS'S pleasant mouth, and then
With great ALPHONSO joyn'd (whose Glory's beames
Attract all Hearts, but those his name appalls)
A Seige is laid to th'ULYSSEAN WALLS.

Five times the Moon did hide her horned head,
And other five her face at full displayd;
When by main force the City entered
The will of the Beleaguerer obayd.
Fierce was the Battail, much the blood there shed,
As needs they must be (circumstances waigh'd)
Between rough Conquerours, That all things dare,
And conquer'd People driven to despaire.

Thus Shee, was after some few Months expence
Compell'd to stoop to this new Victor's law;
Whom in old time to their obedience,
With all their might cold Vandals could not draw:
Whose pow'r (which own'd no bound, stuck at no Fence)
EBRE, and GOLDEN TAGUS, trembling saw:
And BETIS they did so entirely tame,
They did that Land VANDALUSIA name.

If noble LISBON could not stand it out,
Where is that City so resolv'd, and strong,
That can resistance make to such a stout
And warlike people (FAME'S immortall song)
Now all ESTREMADURA'S at his Foot,
OBIDOS fair, ALENQUER proud (among
Whose pleasant Groves runs many a River sweet,
Murm'ring, as if too good to wash their Feet)
And TORRESUEDRAS.

You likewise, O ye fair TRANS-TAGAN LANDS
(Which golden CERES with her Bounty crowns)
Hee, who brings more then Mortall strength, commands
Out of your Forts, and Arms. And you (the Clowns
Of AFFRICA) who plough'd them with your hands,
Hope not to reap the Fruits: For the good Towns
Of MOURA, SERPA, YELVES, by assault
Are taken, and ALCACER OF THE SALT.

Lo! now that noble City (certain Seat
Of the brave Rebell in old time, SERTORIUS;
Where still his far-fetcht Water pure and neat,
To serve the place b'an act so meritorious
Through Arches on Two hundred Pillars set
Doth pass, with Royall restauration glorious)
Ev'n Her, the bold GERARDO'S prowess brings
To own, and serve, the LUSITANIAN KINGS.

Against the City now of BEYA,
To take revenge for spoyl'd TRANCOSO'S Town,
ALPHONSO goes; who cannot rest a Day
For ymping a short life with long Renown.
Before this City long he doth not stay;
And (storming it b'a part that's beaten down)
Enraged enters: where, of all that breathes,
His hungry Steel he in the Bowels •heathes.

Jointly with these, PALMELA doth he win;
Fishy CIZIMBRA too: nor wins alone,
But (his good star assisting him therein)
A potent Army there hath overthrowne.
The Town saw his intent, so did her King:
Nor was he backward to relieve the Towne.
Careless he marcht along the Mountain-side,
Little imagining what did betide.

'Twas He of BADACHOZ (a haughty MORE)
Four thousand furious Spirits were his HORSE,
Of INFANTRY innumerable store,
With gilded Arms (Gallants, and Warriors)
But, as in May a jealous Bull (before
He is perceiv'd) rushes with all his force
Upon a Travailer, and runs him over,
(Twice mad, both as a Beast, and as a Lover):

Just so ALPHONSO, from an Ambush close,
Assaults the people that securely past;
Strikes, overturns, and kills; The Field he mows;
The MOORISH KING flyes for his life in hast.
Struck with a Pannick fear, the Remnant throvvs
Avvay their Arms; and follovvs him as fast:
They That made all this Havock, being a Force
(Good God!) consisting but of sixty Horse.

The Victory without delay, the great
And indefatigable KING pursues,
Causing his Drums through all the Realm to beat
(Conqu'ring of LANDS he as his Trade doth use)
Besiegeth BADACHOZ, and soon doth get
The end of his desire: For there he shevvs
So much of Souldier, and a Soul so high;
That keep, It must the others company.

But the great GOD (who keeps his Rods in store,
For such as merit them, till his ovvn time;
Whether, for Sinners to amend, before
They fall: or CAUSES, Man can not divine)
If he, till now, the valiant KING forbore,
And (through all dangers leading) gave him line:
Yet now, he will no longer let him be,
From his imprison'd MOTHER'S curses, free

For lying in this City weakly man'd,
The LEON-MEN besiege th'ill-guarded Walls,
'Cause he that Conquest took out of their Hand,
Being of LEON, and not PORTUGAL'S.
Here dear did Him his Pertinacy stand,
As in the World out oftentimes it falls:
For in a furious Sally (his leg burst
Against an IRON) he to yield was forc't.

O famous POMPEY! Be not Thou in pain
To see thy Glories's sad Catastrophie;
Or that just NEMESIS should pre-ordain
Thy Father-in-Law to triumph over Thee;
Though frozen PHASIS; and BOOTES'S Wayn;
The Land under the BURNING AXLE-TREE;
And strange SYENE, where no oblique Sun
A Shadow casts, and all the day is Noon;

And ENI•CHIANS fierce; and ARABS rich;
And COLCHOS, famous for the Golden Sheep;
And CAPPADOCEANS; and JUDEANS, which
Abolisht Rites so obstinately keep,
And soft SOPHENA, scruft with pleasures Itch;
And (with SILICIAN-ROBBERS on the DEEP)
ARMENIA, That two Rivers boasts, which came
From PARADISE; All trembled at thy name:

And though, in fine, from the ATLANTICK-SEA
To SCYTHIAN-TAURUS with erected Crown,
Victorious: Wonder not, that thou shouldst be
In the PHARSALIAN BATTAIL overthrown.
For high and great ALPHONSO thou shalt see
Bear All before him, and at last bourn down.
By a Cross-match of FATE were Both undon,
Thou by a FATHER-IN-LAW, He by a SON-.

The noble KING thus scourg'd by HEAV'N, at length
Restor'd was to his PORTUGAL again.
There (after he had been; by a vast strength
Of MOORS, in SANTAREN besieg'd in vain;
And, after that the Corps of St. VINCENTH
The Martyr, from that Head of Land in SPAIN
Which by his name to all the world is known,
Translated was to th'ULYSSEAN TOWN.)

To carry on the Work by Him begun,
The old man (weary) doth his Son command
With men and warlike preparation
To march into the ALENTEIAN-LAND.
SANCHO (to prove himself his Fathers Son)
Like a strong stream let loose, passes beyand:
And makes the River of GUADALQUIVEER
Run Moorish blood, That wont to run so cleer.

Flesht with his winnings, the young Gamester grows
Now Covetous; and cannot rest, before
He in a second Battail overthrows
(In sight of BEIA) the beleagu'ring MORE.
Nor long with this design in labour goes
E're he the •ays by Him desired Wore.
The MOOR (on both sides justled to the Wall)
Resolves at once to be reveng'd for all.

Now, from the Mountain which MEDUSA star'd
Out of that Body which the HEAV'N sustayn'd,
From AMPELUSA'S Promontory, hard
They march; from TANGER, where ANTEUS raign'd.
Of AVILA the dwellers are not spar'd:
Doth likewise march (well-arm'd, and choicely train'd)
At the harsh Mauritanian Trumpet's sound
Of noble JUBA all the Kingdom round.

With this huge mass of men his inroad made
The great MIRAMOLIN in PORTUGAL.
Twelve Moorish Kings he carryed in his Ayd,
'Mongst whom He wears the Crown Imperial.
These, having in their march by Parties prey'd,
And, where they could, destroy'd the Countrey all,
In SANTAREN Don SANCHO close impound:
But a sad Seige it will for them be found.

Furious assaults th'incensed MOOR doth make:
A thousand Stratagems in practice puts.
In vain huge Stones from horrid Engins brake:
In vain the Mine is hid, and the Ram buts.
ALPHONSO'S Son is everywhere awake,
Here his Care Sheilds, and there his courage cuts.
So what with these, and what with martial Art,
Stopt is each Meuse, and guarded in each part.

But the old man (whose burthen'd Lims, and Head,
With years, and Cares, oblig'd him to repose)
Retir'd into that City, whose fair Mead
To sweet MONDEGO'S streams its verdure ows;
Hearing his Son is close beleaguered
In SANTAREN by blind and barb'rous Foes,
Flyes from that City to his Ayd: For Age
Cramps not his wonted speed, nor cools his rage.

He, with his Troops inur'd to warlike Feats,
Thund ring the Reare, and his Son salying out;
The PORTINGAL (who now of custom beats)
In a short space the MOORS doth wholly rout.
With Terbants, Cassacks, Faulchions, Coverlets,
Cloaks with wrought Capes, the Field is strew'd about:
Horses, and their Caparisons (rich Prey)
And by the Horses their dead Masters lay.

The Lusitanian Bounds the rest forego,
Put to a hasty and disordred flight.
The great MIRAMOLIN, he flyes not though:
For before he could flye, he fled the light.
To HIM, who did this Victory bestow
Are rendred thanks and Praises infinite:
For in so great, and so apparent odds,
The part man acts is the dumb shew to GOD'S.

This was the great ALPHONSO'S latest wreath
Of Victory (a Prince of vast Renown)
When He who forg'd it with his Sword (his breath
Deserting him) exchang'd his MORTAL CROWN.
The hand of sickness ush'ring that of death,
Toucht his weak Body, and so pusht it down.
Thus, whom so many had paid Tribute to,
Paid the last tribute unto Nature due.

Him did the lofty Promontories moan:
With all their streams the widow'd Rivers wept,
And (overflowing the Fields, newly sown,
With rueful Tears) the next years Harvest swept.
But through the world his living FAME is blown:
And, where he raign'd, his name so fresh is kept;
That there each Hill, and ev'ry ecchoing Plain,
ALFONSO calls, ALPHONSO—But in vain.

SANCHO succeeds (valiant, and in his Spring)
True Copy of his Sire, examin d well
By the Original, alive yet being
When he with barb'rous blood made BETIS swell;
And overturn'd the Andalusian King
Of the accursed Race of ISHMAEL:
But better; when at BEJA'S siege he made
Them feel the weight of his Victorious Blade.

After he ware the LUSITANIAN CROWN
(Some years elaps'd since he to reign began)
Before the City SILVES he sat down
Then in possession of the AFFRICAN
Assisted was he to take in this Town
By Strangers from the Northern Ocean,
With Men, and Arms, for ASIA bound: to joyne
In rescue of distressed PALESTINE.

They sayld, to second in the Holy Cause
RED FREDRICK; who with a potent Hoast
To the defence of that plagu'd City draws,
By which the LORD OF LIFE his own life lost:
When GUIDA with his Troops (having their jaws
Parcht up with drowth) to the GREAT SOLDAN forst
Were to surrender, where the Miscreants
Have prepossest the Springs which GUIDO wants.

But the fair Navie (forc't upon our shore
By adverse Winds, though SANCHO•s prosperous Star)
Assists him willingly against the MORE,
Since one and t'other is a Holy War.
As thy great Father, LISBON took before;
Just so, and with the same Auxiliar,
From the fierce dwellers tak'st Thou, SILVES: This
Also, a noble Realm's METROPOLIS.

And, if from the MAHUMETANS thou hast
So many trophies; neither didst thou let
The men of LEON (though in Mountains plac't,
And nurst in bloody Battail) quiet set:
Till thou a Yoke upon the Neck hadst cast
Of their proud TUI, adding a Coronet
Of Towns her Neighbours, on which Thou didst put
(Renowned SANCHO) thy triumphant Foot.

But death (like a bold Thiefe) did Him assault
In his Career of glory. He was heyr'd
B'a Son whom many Vertues did exalt:
Second ALPHONSO, of our Kings the Therd.
In his Raign was ALCACER OF THE SALT
Subdu'de again in spight of the MOOR'S Beard;
By whom late took, 'tis now re-took, with great
Destruction of them, and four Kings's defeat.

ALFONSO dead, The Second SANCHO came
To hold the Scepter; Tame, and negligent:
To that degree both negligent, and tame,
That for the shadow of Himself he went.
Then did Another (fitter for the same)
Wrest from his hands that pow r, he was content
To delegate. And why? He having none
Himself, his Minion's Crimes were call'd his owne.

No, no, our SANCHO was not of that mood
Lewd NERO was, who married with a Boy;
And after (with less guilt he shed her blood)
His mother AGRIPPINA did injoy:
Nor (like the self-same NERO) piping stood,
Then clapt his hands to see his burning TROY:
Nor did his daughter, like one King, devour:
Nor change his Sex like t'other Emperour.

He did not o're his People tyrannize,
Like Those who Kings in SYRACUSA were:
Nor hyr'd he men, strange Tortures to devise,
Like PHALARIS, one of the Tyrants there.
But the proud Realm, which too indulgent skyes
Had us'd to Kings, who would indure no Peere;
That likewise to such niceness did arrive
T'indure no King, who had his Peer alive.

Therefore BOLONIA'S Earl the Helm did guide:
Which he did after in his own right hold,
When his still-sloathful Brother (SANCHO) dy'de.
He (nam'd ALPHONSO, and surnam'd the Bold)
After he had the Kingdom pacify•de;
And all sharp humors setled, or controll•d;
Thinks, how he may enlarge it by his merit:
Too small a Circle for so great a spirit.

Of the ALGARVES'S land (the conquering
Whereof was giv'n him with his Queen in dow'r)
He gains in much, outing the Moorish King;
On all whose Actions now curst MARS did low'r.
But out of PORTUGAL did wholly fling
(By Prudence part, and part by martial pow'r.)
That pertinacious People, and did chace
From that good Land which LUSUS left his Race.

Now, DENIS! worthy his own Parentage:
And for whom such a Father should make room.
DENIS! Who strikes (in the way of Patronage)
The fa me of ALEXANDER'S bounty, dumbe.
The Land got breath, and flourisht in that Age
(Mild peace, and, with peace, Justice from Heav'n come)
With Constitutions, Laws, and Customes right:
Of a calm Kingdome LUMINARIES bright.

He, was the first That made COYMBRA shine
With Lib'ral Sciences which PALLAS taught;
By Him, from HELICON the Muses Nine
To bruize MONDEGO'S grassie brink were brought;
Hither transferr'd APOLLO that rich Mine,
Which the old GREEKS in learned ATHENS wrought;
Here Ivy-Wreaths with Gold he interweaves,
And the coy DAPHNE'S never-fading leaves.

Now noble Cities from the ground ascend,
Castles, and warlike Fortresses secure;
Scarce any Corner but this Prince doth mend:
Convents he builds, and Towns he doth immure.
But ATROPOS (the Best must have an End)
Shearing his golden Thrid in years mature,
His Son succeeds; not dutiful (the Fourth
ALPHONSE) but of high courage, and much worth.

On proud CASTEEL he still with Scorn did look:
Yet free from malice as 'twas free from feares,
Onely men have a custom, in that Nook,
To dread no pow'r for being more then theirs.
For when the MAURITANIAN undertook
HESPERIA'S second Conquest; and appeares
Just ready now CASTILIANS to invade:
The brave ALPHONSO pow'rs in to their Ayd:

Never SEMIRAMIS with such an Hoast
Did swarm HYDASPES'S banks, his Sands out-number;
Nor ATTILA (He, who Himself did boast
The Scourge of GOD, and was the fright, and wonder
Of ITALY) so many GOTHS ingrost
And Northern People: As of MOORS were under
The AFFRICK-MOOR (with Those GRANADA yields)
At that time mustred in Tartessian Fields.

Then the CASTILIAN KING (who saw so great
And vast a pow r, against his Countrey bend;
Nor weigh'd his life, but the intire defeat
Of SPAIN it self (once lost) did apprehend)
Help from the valiant PORTINGALL t'intreat,
His dearest Consort to that Court did send:
His Wife from whom the Embassie is sent,
And his dear daughter unto whom it went.

Vertuous MARIA, and as fair as good,
Enters her Father's Palace (glorious dame!)
Lovely, in Grief; nor, though the water stood
In her sweet eyes, did that suspend their flame.
Her Angel's Tresses with a golden flood
Coverd her Ivory shoulders. When she came
Before her Sire (He overjoyd and kind)
It rain'd down right, and thus she brake her mind.

As many Nations as all AFFRICK bred
(A People barbarous and inhumane)
Hath the great King of the MOROCCO'S led
To take possession of illustrious SPAIN.
So vast a pow'r ne're marcht under one Head
Since the dry Earth was compast by the Main.
It terrifies the living where it rolls,
And ev'n alarums their dead Father's Souls.

His frighted subjects to protect and skreen,
He, whom thou hast my Lord and Husband made,
Stands with small strength exposed to the keen
And thirsty edges of the Moorish Blade;
And I shall soon depriv'd of all be seen,
If thou afford him not thy present ayd:
A sad and private Woman, Husbandless.
Without a Crown, or Him, or Happiness.

Therefore (O King) for very fear of whom
The streams of hot MALUCO do congeale;
Succour, O! quickly to the succour come
Of miserable and despis'd CASTELE.
If that deare smile be an assenting dumb,
If that thy fatherly affection seal.
Run Father; if thou do not, by the MORE
I fear thou'lt find it over-run before.

This with the self-same tone MARIA said
To King ALPHONSO on her trembling knees,
With which sad VENUS once her Father pray'd
For her ENEAS tost on Lybian Seas;
At which, with sense of the deep moan she made,
Such tender pitty did JOVE'S bowels seize,
(Indulgent Sire!) he let his Thunder fall,
And (griev'd she askt no more) granted her all.

Streight armed Squadrons, glitt'ring in the Sun,
Are mustred in the Fields of EBORA:
Scowr'd is the Sword, the Lance, the Murrion:
In rich Caparisons the Horses neigh.
The Trumpet shrill, with pendant Banner done,
Rowzes from peaces down (where long they lay)
Their tickled Hearts to disaccustomed Arms;
And concave Drums go thund'ring fresh Alarms.

Amongst them and above them All appeers
Higher by head and shoulders then the rest
(And where He goes the Royal Standart veers)
Valiant ALPHONSO with erected Crest.
His very look, it animates and cheers
(If there are any) ev'n the Co•ard's Brest.
Into CASTEEL thus marching is he seen
With his fair daughter, the Castilian Queen.

The two ALPHONSO'S in conclusion joynd,
In wide TARYFA'S Fields confronting stood
The endless numbers of the people blind
For whom too narrovv are both Plain and Wood.
Of ours not one so hardy, but did find
Somevvhat of cold and shiv'ring in his blood,
Save onely such as cleerly understands
CHRIST fights the battail with his People's hands.

Derided are the thin-spread Christian-Bands
By Bond-Mayd HAGAR'S Progeny unclean;
Who, by anticipation, all their lands
Divide amongst the Army Hagarene,
Which by false Title in possession stands
Of the illustrious Name of Saracene:
Just as Another's noble Land they boast
Now, for their own; reck'ning without their Host.

As that big-bon'd and barb'rous Gyant (whom
King SAUL so fear'd, and all his Army worse)
Seeing a simple Swain against him come,
Onely with Peebles arm'd, and a clean force,
With haughty language (arrogant and grum)
Scorns the poor Boy, and sends him to his Nurse;
Whom rounding with his sling, He taught at length
The diff'rence betwixt Faith, and humane strength.

So the perfidious MOOR (advancing) cracks
Over the Christian Hoast; nor understands
What POW'R it is that their weak Powers backs,
Which Hell with all its Fiends in vain withstands.
Helpt by that POW'R, He of CASTEEL attacks
MOROCCO'S King, who there in Chief commands:
The PORTINGAL (who sleights their whole Armada)
He takes to Task the Kingdom of GRANADA.

Now crack the Lances, and the Swords cry clink
Upon the Armours, Pow'rs incountring Pow'rs;
Invoking (when they stand on danger's brink)
Theirs MAHOMET, and St. IAGO ours.
The strook strike Heav'n with Cries, making a sink
And standing Pool with thick […] show'rs:
Where some (half dead) lye drowning where they stood
In too much n•w, who fell for want of blood.

With so great blood-shed did the PORTINGAL
Make Spoyl and Havock of the GRANADINE,
That in small space he kills, or routs, them All,
'Spight of their Mayles and breast-plates of steel […].
His hungry Blade which will to supper fall
In FEZ, if in th'ALHAMBRA it did dine)
The brave CASTILIAN helps to end the Fray:
Who hath the MAURITANIAN at a Bay.

The burning Sun was making his retreat
To THETYS'S grotts, and the bright Ev'ning Star
Drawing that glorious day to it's red Set,
Whose memory no time shall ever bar:
When the two Kings consummate the defeat
Of the MOORS'S Powers assembled in this War,
With so much Tragick slaughter, as no Age
Beheld before, or since, on the World's Stage.

Not a fourth part rough MARIUS slew, of Those
That lost their lives in this day's Victory,
When water dasht with blood of their dead Foes
He made his Army drink, which then was dry:
Nor He of CARTHAGE (sworn, a child, t'oppose
With Fire and Sword the Pride of ITALY)
When he so many Knights kill'd famous ROME,
That their Rings tane did to three Bushels come.

And if Thou (noble TITUS) couldst alone
So many souls to black COCYTUS send,
When thou the Holy City didst unstone
Of that stiff People, never to be wean'd
From their abolisht Rytes: This GOD did owne,
And christned it his Act, that what was pen'd
By the OLD PROPHETS might be verify'de,
And JESUS said too, whom they Crucify'de.

After this great and prosperous event
(ALFONSO come to PORTUGALL again,
There to injoy in peace and sweet content
The spreading Glories he in War did gain)
A black and lamentable accident
(Worthy in FAME'S Memorials to remain)
Was on a miserable Lady seen,
Who, after she was dead, was made a Queen.

Thou, onely Thou (pure LOVE) with bended bow,
Against whose Force no brest whate're can hold,
As if thy perjur'd Subject, or Sworn Foe,
Did'st cause her death whom all the World condol'd.
If Tears (which from a troubled Fountain flow)
Quench not thy Thirst, as hath been said of old;
It is, that such is thy tyra•nick mood,
Thou lov'st thy Altars should be bath'd in blood.

Thou wer't (fair YNES) in Repose, of LOVE'S
Reflected Fires fost'ring the sweet heat, young;
In that sweet Error, that worse Fates removes,
Which Fortune never suffers to last long:
In sweet MONDEGO'S solitary Groves,
Whose streams no day but thou didst weep among:
Teaching the lofty Trees and humble Grass,
That Name which printed in thy bosom was.

Thy pensive Prince, with thine did sympathize
Remembrances, which in his Soul did swim,
Bringing thee always fresh before his Eyes,
When, from thy fair ones, bus ness banisht Him:
By night, in dreams; that cheat him with sweet lyes:
By day, in thoughts; that pencil thy each lim:
And all he mus'd, and all he saw in fine,
Were dear IDEA'S of thy Form divine.

Of other Ladies fair, and Princesses
The tend'red Matches he did vilifie;
For, of a Heart 'tis hard to dispossess
True Love, that hath had time to fortifie.
Upon these highly am'rous passages
The Father looking with an old man's Eye
(Enrag'd with what the common-people sed
And his Son's resolution not to wed)

YNES determines from the World to take,
His Son from Her to take, and to remove:
Believing, with her blood's ill let-out Lake,
To quench the kindled flames of constant love.
O! that sure Sword (which had the pow'r to make
The Moorish Rage strike saile) what Rage could move
Thee, from the honor'd Sheaths, where thou did'st rest,
To be new sheath'd in Lady's gentle Brest?

The horrid blood-hounds dragg'd her to the King:
Whose bowels now to mercy stood inclin'd.
But ill-Advisers with false reasoning
To her destruction re-inflam'd his mind.
Shee (with Heart-breaking language which did spring
Onely from sense of Those she left behind
In solitude, her Prince, and children deare,
Whose Griefe she more, then her own death did feare:)

Lifting unto the azure Firmament
Her Eyes, which in a Sea of Tears were drown'd;
Her Eyes, for one of those malevolent
And bloody Instruments her hands had bound;
And then, the same on her dear Infants bent,
Who Them with smiling innocence surround
By whom poor Orphans they will streight be made
Unto their cruel Grand-Father thus said.

If Beasts themselves (wild Beasts) whose use, and way,
By Nature's dire instinct, is not to spare;
And vagrant Birds, whose bus'ness 'tis, to prey,
And chace their Quarrey through the yielding Ayre;
The world hath seen take Babes expos'd, and play
The tender Nurses to them with their care,
As NINUS'S mother once it did befall,
And the Twinn-Founders of the Roman Wall:

O Thou, whose Superscription speaks thee, Man
(That the Contents were suited to the Cover!
A feeble Maid thou wouldst not murther than
Onely for loving Him, who first did love her)
Pitty these Babes (the babes about him ran)
In thy hard doom since I am spot all over.
Spare, for their sakes, their lives, and mine: And see
Whiteness in Them, though thou wilt not in Me.

And if (subduing the presumptuous MORE,
How to give death with fire and sword thou know'st,
Know, to give life too, to a damsel poore,
Who hath done nothing why it should be lost.
Let my hid Innocence thus much procure:
Exile me to some sad intemperate Coast,
Cold SCYTHIA, or burn't LYBIA, to remain
A weeping Tomb, and never more see SPAIN.

Plant me where nothing grows but Cruelty,
'Mongst Lyons, Bears, and other Savage Beasts:
To see, if They that mercy will deny
Which I in vain implore from humane Breasts.
There, in firm love to Him for whom I dye,
I'l breed his Pieces, thou here seest, their guests
And my Companions; to slide off with Those
Part of the burthen of their mother's woes.

Fain would have pardon'd her the gracious King,
Mov'd with these words, which made his Bowels yearn:
But Fate, and whisp'rers (That fresh Fewel bring)
They would not pardon. 'Tis those mens concern
(Having begun) to perpetrate the Thing.
They strip their steel out of the Scabbard (stern).
Out Villains! Butchers! What? imploy your spights,
Your swords, against a Lady, and call'd Knights?

As at the breast of fair POLIXENA
Condemn'd to death by dire ACHILLES'S shade
(The last dear stake of Aged HECUEA)
Revengeful PYRRHUS bent his cruel Blade;
But with a look that drives ill Ayrs away
(Patient, as any Lamb) The Royal Maid,
On her mad Mother casting up her Eys,
Presents her self a Sacrifice, and dyes:

So gentle YNES'S bruitish Murtherers,
Ev'n in that Neck (white ATLAS of that Head
Whose stars, thought set, had influence o're the pow'rs
Of Him, That crowu'd her after she was dead)
Bathing their thirsty Swords, and all the flow'rs
Which her fair Eyes had newly watered
(Mindless of the insuing Vengeance) stood
Like crimson'd Hunters reeking with her blood.

Well mightst Thou PHEBUS from an Act so dire
(PYROUS starting) have reverst thy look;
As from THYESTES'S Table, when the Sire
Din'd on the Son, the Uncle being the Cook.
You, hollow Vales (which, when she did expire,
From her cold lips the dying accentstook)
Hearing her PEDRO nam'd with her last breath,
Form'd PEDRO, PEDRO, after YNES'S death.

Like a svveet Rose (with party-colours fair)
By Virgin's hand beheaded in the Bud
To play withal, or prick into her Hair,
When (sever'd from the stalk on which it stood)
Both Scent and beauty vanish into Ayre:
So lies the Damzel without breath, or Blood,
Her Cheeks fresh Roses ravisht from the Root
Both red and white, and the svveet life to boot.

This Act of horrour, and black night obscure,
MONDEGO'S daughters long resented deep;
And, for a lasting Tomb, into a pure
Fountain, transformd the Teares which they did weep.
The name, they gave it (which doth still indure)
Was YNES'S loves, whom PEDRO there did keep.
No wonder, such sweet Streams water those Flowers:
TEARES, are the substance; and the Name, A-MOURS.

It was not long ere PEDRO found the way
To that Revenge which in his breast did boyle;
For, taking in his hands the Kingdom's sway
Hee takes it on the Murd'rers (who chang'd soyle)
With licence of another PEDRO. They
(Partners in mischief) having made that vile
And bloody pact, AUGUSTUS did with those
He was new Friends with, of exchanging Foes.

A rigorous Chastizer was this King
Of Thefts, of Murthers, and Adultries blind,
The Ill to condigne punishment to bring
Was the delight and banquet of his mind.
Restraining Cities with rough disciplin,
From Vice and Insolence of every kind,
He gave more Robbers their deserved meed
Then wandring THESUS, or ALCIDES, did.

From the just PEDRO, and severe (Behold
How Nature sometimes can prevaricate!)
Sprang the remisse, the Carelesse, the sheep-sold
FERNANDO: who set all of a Flame straight.
Whence the CASTILIAN entring uncomptrold,
Went wasting so the weake disnerved State,
That at last gaspe it lay: For its seen oft,
"A soft KING makes a valiant People, soft.

Whether it were GOD'S Judgement, for his sin
Of taking from her Husband LEONORE,
And marrying Her; besotten with her win-
Ning looks, and by his Flattring Casuists more;
Or that faynt Vice (through custom soaking in
Into his Breast, thence breathing through each pore)
Made him all Pap within: For, tis as true,
"Vnlawfull fires make Valiant KINGS soft too.

"Lust oft hath brought great men to great mishap:
GOD that permitting, and ordaining thus.
Witness th'ABETTORS of fair HELEN'S Rape:
King-TARQUIN, and Triumvir-APPIUS.
Why could not holy DAVID judgement scape?
Why was destroy'd the TRIBE illustrious
OF BENJAMIN? DINAH cost SICHEM deer:
Nor (SARAH onely wisht) went PHAROAH cleer.

Then, whether manly Bosoms melt, or not,
With fires that are not kindled from Above;
ALCMENA'S Son (who ware a Petticot
To please OMPHALE) well may serve to prove:
And ANTHONY, who lost the fame he got,
And the World's Crown for CLEOPATRA'S love.
And Thou of CARTHAGE, in full conquest stayd
By stumbling on a mean Appulian mayd.

But who is priviledg'd from the sweet snare
Which Love so subt'ly weaves, and hides it (oh!)
In Damask Roses, in bright auburn haire,
Transparent alablaster, and warm Snow?
Who, from the poyson'd Arrows of the Faire?
From a MEDUSA'S head (I term it so)
That turns the hearts of them whom she doth tame,
Not into Stone (then it were well) but flame?

Who sees a crystal Brow, a piercing look,
A lushious, and Seraphick excellence,
(Transforming Soules into it) That can brook
The object, or pretend the least defence?
All That have swallow'd LOVE'S bewitching Hook,
With poor FERNANDO'S frailty will dispence:
And some (as when MARS seen in courser snares
The Gods did once) ev'n wish his case were Theirs.