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Blush, as thou may’st, my Little Book, with shame, He look'd like Nature's error, as the mind
The ruling rod, the father's forming care,
Now scorn'd of all, and grown the public shame,
The people from Galesus chang'd his name,
And Cymon call’d, which signifies a brute;
So well his name did with his nature suit.
His father, when he found his labor lost,
And care employ'd that answer'd not the cost,
And loath'd to see what Nature made him love;
Thus to the wilds the sturdy Cymon went, (ment.
A squire among the swains, and pleas'd with banish-
It happen'd on a summer's holiday,
He trudg'd along, unknowing what he sought,
By Chance conducted, or by thirst constrain’d,
The deep recesses of the grove he gain'd;
By which an alabaster fountain stood :
Like Dian and her nymphs, when, tir'd with sport, Nor love is always of a vicious kind,
To rest by cool Eurotas they resort : But oft to virtuous acts inflames the mind,
The dame herself the goddess well express'd, Awakes the sleepy vigor of the soul,
Not more distinguish'd by her purple vest,
And ev'n in slumber a superior grace :
Where two beginning paps were scarcely spied,
To meet the fanning wind the bosom rose;
And gaping mouth that testified surprise,
Fix'd on her face, nor could remove his sight, Is that sweet isle where Venus keeps her court,
New as he was to love, and novice to delight:
His wonder witness'd with an idiot laugh ;
First found his want of words, and fear'd offence :
By his clown accent, and his country tone. Was only wanting in a worthy heir ;
Through the rude chaos thus the running light His eldest-born, a goodly youth to view,
Shot the first ray that pierc'd the native night; Excell'd the rest in shape, and outward show, Then day and darkness in the mass were mix'd, Fair, tall, his limbs with due proportion join'd, Till gather'd in a globe the beams were fixd: But of a heavy, dull, degenerate mind.
Last shone the Sun, who, radiant in his sphere, His soul belied the features of his face:
Illumin’d Heaven and Earth, and roll’d around the Beauty was there, but beauty in disgrace.
year. A clownish mien, a voice with rustic sound, So reason in this brutal soul began, Arid stupid cyes that ever lov'd the ground.
Love made him first suspect he was a man
Love made him doubt his broad barbarian sound; This to prevent, she wak'd her sleepy crew,
What not his father's care, nor tutor's art, To see her safe ; his hand she long denied,
Refusing in the farm to be confin'd. Soon taught the sweet civilities of life ;
The father wonder'd at the son's return, His gross material soul at once could find
And knew not whether to rejoice or mourn; Somewhat in her excelling all her kind:
But doubtfully receiv'd, expecting still Exciting a desire till then unknown,
To learn the secret causes of his alter'd will. Somewhat unfound, or found in her alone. Nor was he long delay'd : the first request This made the first impression on his mind, He made, was like his brothers to be dress'd, A bove, but just above, the brutal kind.
And, as his birth requir'd, above the rest. For beasts can like, but not distinguish too,
With ease his suit was granted by his sire, Nor their own liking by reflection know;
Distinguishing his heir by rich attire : Nor why they like or this or t'other face,
His body thus adornd, he next design'd Or judge of this or that peculiar grace;
With liberal arts to cultivate his mind : But love in gross, and stupidly admire :
He sought a tutor of his own accord, As flies, allur’d by light, approach the fire. And studied lessons he before abhorr'd. Thus our man-beast, advancing by degrees,
Thus the man-child advanc'd, and learn'd so fast, First likes the whole, then separates what he sees; That in short time his equals he surpass'd : On several parts a several praise bestows,
His brutal manners from his breast exild, The ruby lips, the well-proportion'd nose,
His mien he fashion'd and his tongue he fild; The snowy skin, and raven-glossy hair,
In every exercise of all admir'd,
Inspir'd by Love, whose business is to please ; From thence his eyes descending view'd the rest, He rode, he fenc'd, he mov'd with graceful ease, Her plump round arms, white hands, and heaving More fam'd for sense, for courtly carriage more, breast.
Than for his brutal folly known before.
But that the fire which chok'd in ashes lay, Thus in a trice a judge of beauty grown, A load too heavy for his soul to move, [Love (A judge erected from a country clown)
Was upward blown below, and brush'd away by He long'd to see her eyes, in slumber hid,
Love made an active progress through his mind, And wish'd his own could pierce within the lid : The dusky parts he clear'd, the gross refin’d, He would have wak'd her, but restrain’d his thought, The drowsy wak’d; and as he went impress'd And Love, new-born, the first good-manners taught. The Maker's image on the human breast. And awful Fear his ardent wish withstood, Thus was the man amended by desire, Nor durst disturb the goddess of the wood; And though he lov'd perhaps with too much fire, For such she seem'd by her celestial face,
His father all his faults with reason scann'd, Excelling all the rest of human race.
And lik'd an error of the better hand; And things divine, by common sense he knew, Excus'd th' excess of passion in his mind, Must be devoutly seen, at distant view :
By flames too fierce, perhaps too much refin'd : So checking his desire, with trembling heart So Cymon, since his sire indulg’d his will, Gazing he stood, nor would nor could depart; Impetuous lov'd, and would be Cymon still ; Fix'd as a pilgrim wilder'd in his way,
Galesus he disown'd, and chose to bear Who dares not stir by night, for fear to stray, The name of fool confirm'd and bishop'd by the fair But stands with awful eyes to watch the dawn of To Cipseus by his friends his suit he mov'd, day.
Cipseus the father of the fair he lov’d:
But he was pre-engag’d by former ties,
The slavering cudden, propp'd upon his staff, Her sire and she to Rhodian Pasimond,
Though both repenting, were by promise bound, To welcome her awake; nor durst begin
Nor could retract; and thus, as Fate decreed, To speak, but wisely kept the fool within. Though better lov’d, he spoke too late to speed. Then she: “What makes you, Cymon, here alone ?" The doom was past, the ship, already sent, (For Cymon's name was round the country known, "Did all his tardy diligence prevent : Because descended of a noble race,
Sigh'd to herself the fair unhappy maid, And for a soul ill sorted with his face.)
While stormy Cymon thus in secret said: But still the sot stood silent with surprise, " The time is come for Iphigene to find With fix'd regard on her new-open'd eyes, The miracle she wrought upon my mind : And in his breast receiv'd th' envenom'd dart, Her charms have made me man, her ravish'd love A tickling pain that pleas'd amid the smart. In rank shall place me with the bless'd above. But, conscious of her form, with quick distrust For mine by love, by force she shall be mine, She saw his sparkling eyes, and fear'd his brutal lust : Or death, if force should fail, shall finish my design.”
Resolv'd he said ; and rigg'd with speedy care But all at once ; at once the winds arise,
The thunders roll, the forky lightning flies.
In vain the trembling sailors ply their hands : Ambush'd he lay behind the Cyprian shore, The tempest unforeseen prevents their care, Waiting the sail that all his wishes bore;
And from the first they labor in despair. Nor long expected, for the following tide
The giddy ship betwixt the winds and tides, Sent out the hostile ship and beauteous bride. Forc'd back, and forwards, in a circle rides, To Rhodes the rival bark directly steer'd,
Stunn'd with the different blows; then shoots amain, When Cymon sudden at her back appear’d, Till, counterbuff'd, she stops, and sleeps again. And stopp'd her flight: then, standing on his prow, Not more aghast the proud archangel fell, In baughty terms he thus defied the foe :
Plung'd from the height of Heaven to deepest Hell, “ Or strike your sails at summons, or prepare
Than stood the lover of his love possessid, To prove the last extremities of war.”
Now curs'd the more, the more he had been bless'd; Thus warn'd, the Rhodians for the fight provide ; More anxious for her danger than his own, Already were the vessels side by side,
Death he defies; but would be lost alone. These obstinate to save, and those to seize the bride. Sad Iphigene to womanish complaints But Cymon soon his crooked grapples cast, Adds pious prayers, and wearies all the saints; Which with tenacious hold his foes embrac'd, Evin if she could, her love she would repent, And, arm'd with sword and shield, amid the press he But, since she cannot, dreads the punishment: pass'd.
Her forfeit faith, and Pasimond betray'd, Fierce was the fight, but, hastening to his prey, Are ever present, and her crime upbraid. By force the furious lover freed his way:
She blames herself, nor blames her lover less, Himself alone dispersd the Rhodian crew, Augments her anger, as her fears increase : 'The weak disdain'd, the valiant overthrew;
From her own back the burihen would remove, Cheap conquest for his following friends remain'd, And lays the load on his ungovern'd love, He reap'd the field, and they but only glean'd. Which, interposing, durst, in Heaven's despite, His victory confess'd, the foes retreat,
Invade, and violate another's right: And cast the weapons at the victor's feet.
The powers incens'd awhile deferr'd his pain, Whom thus he cheer'd: “O Rhodian youth, I fought And made him master of his vows in vain : For love alone, nor other booty sought:
But soon they punishd his presumptuous pride ; Your lives are safe ; your vessel I resign;
That for his daring enterprise she died; Yours be your own, restoring what is mine; Who rather not resisted, than complied. In Iphigene I claim my rightful due,
Then impotent of mind, with alter'd sense, Robb'd by my rival, and detain'd by you :
She hugg'd th' offender, and forgave th' offence, Your Pasimond a lawless bargain drove,
Sex to the last : meantime with sails declin'd The parent could not sell the daughter's love; The wandering vessel drove before the wind : Or, if he could, my Love disdains the laws, Toss'd and retossd, aloft, and then below, And like a king by conquest gains his cause : Nor port they seek, nor certain course they know, Where arms takes place, all other pleas are vain, But every moment wait the coming blow. Love tanght me force, and force shall love maintain, Thus blindly driven, by breaking day they view'd You, what by strength you could not keep, release, The land before them, and their fears renew'd; And at an easy ransom buy your peace.”
The land was welcome, but the tempest bore Fear on the conquer'd side soon sign'd th' accord, The threaten'd ship against a rocky shore. And Iphigene to Cymon was restor'd :
A winding bay was near; to this they bent, While to his arms the blushing bride he took, And just escap'd ; their force already spent ; To seeming sadness she compos’d her look ; Secure from storms, and panting from the sea, As if by force subjected to his will,
The land unknown at leisure they survey ; Though pleas'd, dissembling, and a woman still. And saw (but soon their sickly sight withdrew) And, for she wept, he wip'd her falling tears, The rising towers of Rhodes at distant view; And pray'd her to dismiss her empty fears ; And curs'd the hostile shore of Pasimond, “For yours I am," he said, "and have deserv'd Sav'd from the seas, and shipwreck'd on the ground Your love much better whom so long I serv'd, The frighted sailors tried their strength in vain Than he to whom your formal father tied
To turn the stern, and tempt the stormy main; Your vows, and sold a slave, not sent a bride." But the stiff wind withstood the laboring oar, Thus while he spoke, he seiz'd the willing prey, And forc'd them forward on the fatal shore ! As Paris bore the Spartan spouse away.
The crooked keel now bites the Rhodian strand, Faintly she scream'd, and ev'n her eyes consess'd And the ship moor'd constrains the crew to land : She rather would be thought, than was distress'd. Yet still they might be safe, because unknown, Who now exults but Cymon in his mind ?
But, as ill-fortune seldom comes alone,
Already shelter'd on their native shore ; (cheer;
The country rings around with loud alarms, Forsake by fits, and fill the flagging sails ;
And raw in fields the rude militia swarms; Hoarse murmurs of the main from far were heard, Mouths without hands; maintain d at vast expense And night came on, not by degrees prepar'd, In peace a charge, in war a weak defence
Stout once a month they march, a blustering band, But here I stop, not daring to proceed,
Yet blush to flatter an unrighteous deed :
To find the means that might secure th’event. Then hasten to be drunk, the business of the day. Nor long he labor'd, for his lucky thought
The cowards would have fled, but that they knew In captive Cymon found the friend he sought ; Themselves so many, and their foes so few: Th' example pleas'd: the cause and crime the same; But, crowding on, the last the first impel; An injur'd lover, and a ravish'd dame. Till overborne with weight the Cyprians fell. How much he durst he knew by what he dar'd, Cymon enslav’d, who first the war begun,
The less he had to lose, the less he car'd And Iphigene once more is lost and won.
To manage lothesome life, when love was the reward. Deep in a dungeon was the captive cast,
This ponder'd well, and fix'd on his intent, Depriv'd of day, and held in fetters fast : In depth of night he for the prisoner sent; His life was only spar'd at their request,
In secret sent, the public view to shun, Whom taken he so nobly had releas’d:
Then with a sober smile he thus begun. But Iphigenia was the ladies' care,
“ The powers above, who bounteously bestow Each in their turn address'd to treat the fair; Their gifts and graces on mankind below, While Pasimond and his the nuptial feast prepare. Yet prove our merit first, nor blindly give Her secret soul to Cymon was inclin’d,
To such as are not worthy to receive. But she must suffer what her Fates assign'd; For valor and for virtue they provide So passive is the church of woman-kind.
Their due reward, but first they must be tried : What worse to Cymon could his fortune deal, These fruitful seeds within your mind they sow'd; Roll'd to the lowest spoke of all her wheel ? 'Twas yours t' improve the talent they bestow'd : Ít rested to dismiss the downward weight, They gave you to be born of noble kind, Or raise him upward to his former height; They gave you love to lighten up your mind, The latter pleas'd ; and Love (concern'd the most) And purge the grosser parts ; they gave you care Prepar'd th' amends, for what by love he lost. To please, and courage to deserve the fair. The sire of Pasimond had left a son,
“ Thus far they tried you, and by proof they found Though younger, yet for courage early known, The grain intrusted in a grateful ground: Ormisda callid, to whom, by promise tied, But still the great experiment remain’d, A Rhodian beauty was the destin'd bride; They suffer'd you to lose the prize you gain’d, Cassandra was her name, above the rest
That you might learn the gist was theirs alone, Renown'd for birth, with fortune amply bless’d. And when restor'd, to them the blessing own. Lysimachus, who ruld the Rhodian state,
Restor’d it soon will be ; the means prepar'd, Was then by choice their annual magistrate : The difficulty smooth'd, the danger shar'd : He lov'd Cassandra too with equal fire,
Be but yourself, the care to me resign, But Fortune had not favor'd his desire;
Then Iphigene is yours, Cassandra mine. Cross'd by her friends, by her not disapprov'd, Your rival Pasimond pursues your life, Nor yet preferr'd, or like Ormisda lov'd:
Impatient to revenge his ravish'd wife, So stood th' affair : some little hope remain'd, But yet not his; to-morrow is behind, That, should his rival chance to lose, he gain'd. And Love our fortunes in one hand has join'd:
Meantime young Pasimond his marriage press’d, Two brothers are our foes, Ormisda mine, Ordain'd the nuptial day, prepar'd the feast; As much declar'd as Pasimond is thine : And frugally resolv'd (the charge to shun, To-morrow must their common vows be tied : Which would be double should he wed alone) With Love to friend, and Fortune for our guide, To join his brother's bridal with his own.
Let both resolve to die, or each redeem a bride. Lysimachus, oppress'd with mortal grief,
“Right I have none, nor hast thou much to plead; Receiv'd the news, and studied quick relief: "Tis force, when done, must justify the deed: The fatal day approach'd ; if force were usid, Our task perform’d, we next prepare for flight: The magistrate his public trust abusid ;
And let the losers talk in vain of right: To justice liable, as law required;
We with the fair will sail before the wind, For, when his office ceas'd, his power expird : If they are griev'd, I leave the laws behind. While power remain 'd, the means were in his hand Speak thy resolves: if now thy courage droop, By force to seize, and then forsake the land : Despair in prison, and abandon hope : Betwixt extremes he knew not how to move, But if thou dar'st in arms thy love regain, A slave to fame, but more a slave to love : (For liberty without thy love were vain,) Restraining others, yet himself not free,
Then second my design to seize the prey,
(way." Made impotent by power, debas'd by dignity. Or lead to second rape, for well thou know'st the Both sides he weigh'd; but, after much debate, Said Cymon overjoy'd, “Do thou propose The man prevail'd above the magistrate.
The means to fight, and only show the foes : Love never fails to master what he finds, For from the first, when love had fir'd my mind, But works a different way in different minds, Resolv'd I left the care of life behind." The fool enlightens, and the wise he blinds.
To this the bold Lysimachus replied, This youth, proposing to possess and ’scape, “ Let Heaven be neuter, and the sword decide : Began in murder, to conclude in rape : [bless The spousals are prepard, already play Unprais’d by me, though Heaven sometimes may The minstrels, and provoke the tardy day: An impious act with undeserv'd success:
By this the brides are wak’d, their grooms are dress'd; The great it seems are privileg'd alone
All Rhodes is summond to the nuptial feast, To punish all injustice but their own.
All but myself, the sole unbidden guest.
Unbidden though I am, I will be there,
The troop retires, the lovers close the rear, And, join'd by thee, intend to joy the fair.
With forward faces not confessing fear: “Now hear the rest; when Day resigns the light, Backward they move, but scorn their pace to And cheerful torches gild the jolly Night,
mend, Be ready at my call; my chosen few
Then seek the stairs, and with slow haste descend. With arms administer'd shall aid thy crew.
Fierce Pasimond, their passage to prevent, Then, entering unexpected, will we seize
Thrust full on Cymon's back in his descent; Our destin'd prey, from men dissolv'd in ease, The blade return’d unbath'd, and to the handle By wine disabled, unprepar'd for fight,
bent, And hastening to the seas, suborn our flight: Stout Cymon soon remounts, and cleft in two The seas are ours, for I command the fort,
His rival's head with one descending blow: A ship well-mann'd expects us in the port: And as the next in rank Ormisda stood, If they, or if their friends, the prize contest, He turn’d the point; the sword, inur'd to blood, Death shall attend the man who dares resist.” Bor'd his unguarded breast, which pour'd a purplo It pleas'd: the prisoner to his hold retir'd,
flood. His troop with equal emulation fir'd,
With vow'd revenge the gathering crowd pursues, All fix'd to fight, and all their wonted work requir’d. The ravishers turn head, the light renews; The Sun arose; the streets were throng'd around, The hall is heap'd with corps; the sprinkled gore The palace open'd, and the posts were crown'd, Besmears the walls, and floats the marble floor. The double bridegroom at the door attends Dispers'd at length the drunken squadron fies, Th' expected spouse, and entertains the friends : The victors to their vessel bear the prize ; They meet, they lead to church, the priests invoke And hear behind loud groans and lamentable cries. The powers, and feed the flames with fragrant smoke. The crew with merry shouts their anchors weigh, This done, they feast, and at the close of night Then ply their oars, and brush the buxom sea, By kindled torches vary their delight,
While troops of gather'd Rhodians crowd the key. These lead the lively dance, and those the brimming What should the people do when left alone ? bowls invite.
The governor and government are gone. Now at th' appointed place and hour assign'd, The public wealth to foreign parts convey'd ; With souls resolv'd the ravishers were join'd : Some troops disbanded, and the rest unpaid. Three bands are form’d; the first is sent before Rhodes is the sovereign of the sea no more ; To favor the retreat, and guard the shore;
Their ships unrigg'd, and spent their naval store, The second at the palace-gate is placd,
They neither could defend, nor can pursue, And up the lofty stairs ascend the last :
But grinn'd their teeth, and cast a helpless view; A peaceful troop they seem with shining vests, In vain with darts a distant war they try, But coats of mail beneath secure their breasts. Short, and more short, the missive weapons fly.
Dauntless they enter, Cymon at their head, Meanwhile the ravishers their crimes enjoy, And find the feast renew'd, the table spread : And flying sails and sweeping oars employ : Sweet voices, mix'd with instrumental sounds, The cliffs of Rhodes in little space are lost, Ascend the vaulted roof, the vaulted roof rebounds. Jove's isle they seek; nor Jove denies his coast. When like the harpies rushing through the hall In safety landed on the Candian shore, The sudden troop appears, the tables fall,
With generous wines their spirits they restore : Their smoking load is on the pavement thrown; There Cymon with his Rhodian friend resides, Each ravisher prepares to seize his own;
Both court, and wed at once the willing brides. The brides, invaded with a rude embrace,
A war ensues, the Cretans own their cause,
The kindred of the slain forgive the deed,
But a short exile must for show precede: Two sturdy slaves were only sent before
The term expir'd, from Candia they remove; To bear the purchas'd prize in safety to the shore. And happy each, at home, enjoys his love.