Sovereign, resistless in her sway
O'er the charm'd heart victorious Venus reigns.
Not her sweet force, which Gods obey,
Which Jove's firm soul subdued, attunes these strains;
Which taught the gloomy Pow'r to bow,
The monarch of the realms below;
And him, who gives his thundering waves to roar,
And furious shake the solid shore.
To other themes these humbler strains belong:...
In arms contending for this bride,
The contest dust, and toil, and wounds decide.
Rising in all his strength the Flood,
In form a Bull terrific to the sight,
With horns his threat'ning forehead arm'd for fight.
From Thebes the Chief of mighty fame
Fierce to the rough encounter came,
The son of Jove; his massy club he rears,
His bow unbent, his arrows bears.
Inflamed with jealous love and rival rage
In horrid combat they engage;
While Venus with severe delight
Awards the prize, and arbitrates the fight.
Dauntless each the fight provokes,
Loud the thunder of their strokes;
The clanging bow now aims the wound;
With dreadful clash the Bull's strong horns resound.
Now front meets front, the furious blow
With horrid conflict threatens death;
Now in strong grasp each struggling foe
Strains every nerve, and lab'ring pants for breath.
Meanwhile the beauteous Nymph, whose charms
Inflamed the combatants to arms,
Anxious and doubtful of her fate
Conspicuous on the river's margin sate;
(My song records the voice of fame)
All was suspence and awful dread,
Till victor now the hero came,
And from her mother's arms the trembling virgin led.
DBIA. Whilst with these female captives in the house
My guest, on his departure bent with speed,
Holds converse, unobserved to you, my friends,
Hither I come, to tell you what device
These hands have form'd, and for my sufferings raise
Your sympathetic pity; for no more
A virgin deem I that I here received,
But one who shares his bed; as in his bark
The mariner admits a baneful freight.
And now the same embrace in the same couch
We both await: such is the recompense
The good and faithful Hercules, so call'd,
Repays me for my long and anxious care.
Yet my heart knows not anger that he yields
Oft to this weakness; but to live with her
In the same house, with her my nuptial bed
To share, what woman can bear this? I see
Her age, it daily opens to fresh bloom,
While mine is in the sere: the eye of man
Delighted views the vernal glow, and loves
To crop the flow'r; but from the fading leaf
Turns with disgust away: hence rise my fears
Lest Hercules, in vain my husband call'd,
Give to her younger beauties all his love.
Yet not for this doth anger, as I said,
Become a prudent woman. But, my friends,
What I possess of pow'r to heal my griefs
I will inform you. In a brazen vase
A present from the ancient Centuar long
Have I preserv'd; while yet in. youth's fresh bloom
This from the shaggy Nessus I received
When dying from his wound. It was is wont
O'er the deep flood Evenus rolls to bear
For hire, who wish'd to reach the further bank,
In his strong arms; nor dashing oar was his,
Nor barge with-swelling sails. Me thus he bore,
When, unattended with my father's train
I followed Hercules; but when he reach'd
The middle of the stream, his wanton hands
'Gainst modesty transgress'd; I cried aloud:
The son of Jove sprung forward, in his hand
His ready bow, from which a feather'd shaft
Wing'd with impetuous fury pierced his side.
Me then the dying monster thus address'd,
Daughter of aged Œneus, I no more
Shall pass this flood; but since my arms have borne
Thee their last charge, derive thou thence this good,
Observant of my words: Preserve with care
The clodded blood which issues from my wound;
The gore of the Lernæan Hydra tinged:
The blacken'd shaft; this will have pow'r to charm
The heart of Hercules to thee assured;
That never woman shall his eyes behold
Fair and attractive of his love, like thee.
To memory this recalling (for with care
The dying Centaur's gift I have preserved)
With it, my friends, this vestment I have tinged,
Nothing omitted which he gave in charge
While yet he lived. These things are now prepared.
The boldness of ill arts I would not know,
I would not learn; those women I abhor
Who dare attempt them: yet her youthful bloom
Could I by charms o'ercome, and sooth the heart
Of Hercules to love, I would assay
Their potency: but if you deem th' attempt
Unmeet, or void of force, I will forbear.