A Prophet fome, and fome a Poet cry,
(No matter which, fo neither of them lye,)
From fteepy Othrys top, to Pylus drove
His Herd; and for his pains enjoy'd his Love:
If fuch another Wager fhould be laid,

I'll find the Man, if you can find the Maid.
Why name I Men, when Love extended finds
His pow'r on high, and in Coeleftial Minds ?
Venus the Shepherd's homely habit took,
And manag'd fomething else befides the Crook.
Nay when Adonis dy'd, was heard to roar,
And never from her heart forgave the Boar.
How bleft was fair Endymion with his Moon,
Who fleeps on Latmos top from Night to Noon!
What Jafon from Medea's Love poffeft,
You shall not hear, but know 'tis like the reft.
My aking Head can fcarce fupport the pain;
This curfed Love will furely turn my brain:
Feel how it fhoots, and yet you take no pity;
Nay then 'tis time to end my doleful ditty.
A clammy fweat does o'er my Temples creep;
My heavy Eyes are urg'd with Iron fleep:
I lay me down to gafp my latest Breath,
The Wolves will get a Breakfaft by my Death;
Yet fcarce enough their hunger to fupply,
For Love has made me Carrion e'er I die,

PHARMACEUTRI ́A;

OR, THE

INCHANTRES S.

Simatha is here introduc'd by the Poet in Love with one Delphis and not having feen him in Twelve days, and fufpecting him to love fome other Woman, She, by the help of her Maid Theftylis, exdeavours by Charms to reduce him.

Tranflated from Theocritus by Mr. William Bowles, of King's College in Cambridge.

HE Philters, Theftylis, and Charms prepare,

If the falfe Man, by me in vain belov❜d,

By Charms, and Arts more powerful, can be mov❜d.
Twelve days, an Age to me, alas! are past
Since at these doors he knock'd, or me faw last ;
Scorn'd and neglected, if I live, or no,

Inhuman as he is, he does not know.
To fome new Miftrefs fure he is inclin'd,
For Love has wings, and he a changing mind.

To morrow I'll to the Palaftra go,

And tell him he's unkind to use me fo.

Now to my Charm: but you, bright Queen of night,
Shine, and affift me with your borrow'd light,
You, mighty Goddess, I invoke; and you
Infernal Hecate----

(When you afeend from the pale shades below
Through gaping Tombs, and the divided ground,
A fudden horrour feizes all around,

The Dogs at your approach afrighted fly,)
Affift, and with your pow'rful aid be nigh¡

Infpire this Charm, and may it prove as strong
As Circe's or the bold Medea's Song.

Bring back, ye facred herbs, and pow'rful charms,
Bring back the perjur'd Delphis to my arms.
Throw Meal upon the hallow'd flames: d'you ftand
Infenfible, you Sot, when I command?

Or am I fcorn'd, and grown a jest to you?
Strew Salt, and fay, thus Delphis Bones I ftrew.
Bring back, ye facred herbs, and pow'rful charms,
Bring back the perjur'd Delphis to my arms.
As Delphis me, fo I this Laurel burn,
And as that burns, and does to Ashes turn,
And cracks, and in a glorious light expires,
So may falfe Delphis burn in quicker Fires.
Bring back, ye facred herbs, and pow'rful charms,
Bring back the perjur'd Delphis to my arms.
As the Wax melts, which in the Fire. I caft,
So in Loves flower flames may Delphis wafte:
And as this Wheel with motion quick turn'd round,
Tho' feeming to go on, and quit its ground,
Returns, and in its Magick Circle ftill is found;
So, tho' averfe, and fled from my Embrace,
May he return, and ftill maintain his place.
Bring back, ye facred herbs, and pow'rful charms,
Bring back the perjur'd Delphis to my arms.
Hail, Artemis, and aid me from above;
You all the ftubborn Pow'rs below can move,
Th' infernal Judges and th' infernal King:
Ring, Theftylis, the founding Brafs, hafte, ring;
She comes, the Goddess comes, the dreadful cry
Of howling Dogs gives notice she is nigh.
Bring back, ye facred herbs, and pow'rful charms,
Bring back the perjur'd Delphis to my arms.
See! filent are the Winds, a peaceful fleep
Has calm'd the raging Seas, and fmooth'd the Deep:
But the rough Tempeft, that distracts my Breaft,
No Calm can find, and will admit no reft.

O Chaflity, and violated Fame!

I burn for him whofe Love's my only fhame.

"

Bring back, ye facred herbs, and pow'rful charms,
Bring back the perjur'd Delphis to my arms.
Thus thrice I facrifice, and thrice I pray
You execute, great Goddess, what I fay.
Who e'er fhe be that fhares his envy'd Bed,
Proud by her Conqueft, and my Ruin, made,
Her Honour loft, and the undone, as I,
Deferted and abandon'd may the lie,
As did on Dia's fhoar the Royal Maid
By perjur'd Thefeus cruelty betray'd.

Bring back, ye facred herbs, and pow'rful charms, Bring back the perjur'd Delphis to my arms. Hippomanes but tafted rage inspires,

And with new heat the winged Courfers fires,
O'er Fields and Woods and Mountains tops they go,
Their rage no bounds, and they no ftop can know;
Such is the plant, and oh! that I might fee
My Delphis with like rage run home to me.
Bring back, ye facred herbs, and pow'rful charms,
Bring back the perjur'd Delphis to my arms.
This fringe, which my Lov'd Delphis once did wear,
This once dear Relick thus enrag'd I tear :
How cruel is the Love that Leech-like dreins
From my pale limbs the blood, and empty veins!
Bring back, ye facred herbs, and pow'rful charms,
Bring back the perjur'd Delphis to my arms.
To morrow a dire potion I'll compound;
Now, Theftylis, this Philter fpread around
His fatal door----

(There all my thoughts, and my loft fenfes dwell,
There, tho' ill us'd, my Soul continues ftill)
And fpit, and the ingrateful Man devove,
That flights my paffion, and neglects my Love.
Bring back, ye facred herbs, and pow'rful charms,
Bring back the perjur'd Delphis to my arms.
She's gone; and fince I now am left alone,
What fhall I fay what firft fhall I bemoan?
What was the Caufe? whence fprung my ill plac'd
Diana's Rites can tell, and fatal Grove;

[Love

When fair Anaxo to the Temple led,

Her Nuptial Vow to the chafte Goddess paid,
With favage Beafts the glorious Pomp was grac'd,
And a fierce Lionefs amidft 'em plac'd.

Tell, filver Phoebe, tell whence Sprung my flame,
Tell, for you know whence the dire Paffion came.
Theucharila, my Nurfe, would fee the show,
She near us dwelt, and begg'd of me to go;
Her Pray'rs, and my ill Fate at laft prevail'd,
There my kind Stars, and better Genius fail'd.
Tell, filver Phoebe, tell whence Sprung my flame,
Tell, for you know whence the dire Paffion came.
There all my ills began; for there, alas!
I Delphis faw, and Eudamippus pass:
Their golden Hair in careless Curls hung down,
And brighter (Cynthia) far than you they fhone.
Tell, filver Phoebe, tell whence Sprung my flame,
Tell, for you know whence the dire Paffion came.
I faw, and was undone! a fubtile fire

Ran through my Veins, and kindled hot defire;
The fhining Pomp could now no more furprize,
A nobler object now employ'd my Eyes.
When that was ended, I forgot to go,
How I return'd, or when, I did not know
Ten days, as many reftlefs Nights I lay,
My Beauty to the fierce Disease a Prey.

Tell, filver Phoebe, tell whence Sprung my flame,
Tell, for you know whence the dire Paffion came.
My Flesh all wafted, and my Limbs all pale,
And all my Hair with the ftrong Poifon fell:
Ah, cruel Love, to what doft thou inforce?
To what Enchantress had not I recourse,
For skill in Herbs, and Magick Arts renown'da
No remedy in their vain Arts I found.

Tell, filver Phoebe, tell whence fprung my flame, Tell, for you know whence the dire Paffion came.. With Sickness wafted, and with Grief oppreft, Thus to my Servant I at laft confeft: