Yet if your pride think such a wife a shame, And meet your love by a less glorious name. 180 I know the dangers of this stormy coast, How many ships have on our shelves been lost. These winds have driv'n the floating sea-weed so, That your entangled vessel cannot go. Do not attempt to put to sea in vain, 'Till happier gales have clear'd your way again. And your torn fleet new rigging does require. Some little respite to my love allow. } 185 190 Time and calm thoughts may teach me how to bear And are not far from all that you would have. Already stain'd with many a falling tear, 200 Dear guilty sister, do not you deny 206 Much-wrong'd Sichæus' sacred name with mine: "Of false Æneas let the stone complain; 210 "That Dido could not bear his fierce disdain, "But by his sword, and her own hand, was slain." BRISEIS TO ACHILLES. BY SIR JOHN CARYL. Argument. IN the war of Troy, Achilles having taken, and sacked Chrynesium, 2 town in the Lernesian country, amongst his other booty he took two very fair women, Chryseis and Briseis: Chryseis he presented to king Agamemnon, and Briseis he reserved for himself. Agamemnon, after some time, was forced by the oracle to restore Chryseis to her father, who was one of the priests of Apollo: Whereupon the king by violence took away Briseis from Achilles; at which Achilles incensed, left the camp of the Grecians, and prepared to sail home; in whose ab. sense the Trojans, prevailing over the Grecians, Agamemnon was compelled to send Ulysses and others to offer him rich presents, and also Briseis, to induce him to reture again to the arey; but Achilles with disdain rejected them all. This letter therefore is written by Briseis, to move him that he would receive her, and return to the Grecian camp. CAPTIVE Briseis in a foreign tongue, More by her blots, than words, sets forth her wrong. I grant, you must at last have left the field; prey 10 A warrior's glory it must needs disgrace, Is this the man so fam'd for arms and love? From what we love, and what is near our heart : your You turn'd me off an unregarded slave. Who lets his fury of his love take place. 15 20 25 Sleep left my eyes, and to my tears gave place: 30 But Greeks and Trojans too block'd up the way: Achilles once the thunderbolt of war, 35 The hope of conqu'ring Greece, and Troy's despair, Me in his rival's arms can he behold? And is his courage with his love grown cold? 40 45 50 55 Twelve fiery steeds of the Epirian breed, At your own choice out of the royal line : What have I done to merit this neglect? Is it that you, and fortune jointly vow, G 60 65 |