Thus confecrated, thy 13 Grynaan Grove Why should I fpeak of the 14 Megarian Maid, Who to thofe Woods directs her mournful course, POSTSCRIPT. Icilian------Virgil in his Eclogue, imitates Theocritus a Sicilian Poet. Thalia------The name of the Rural Muse. Varus-A great Favourite of Auguftus, the fame that was kill'd in Germany, and loft the Roman Legions. Chromis and Mnafylus------Some Interpreters think thefe were young Satyrs, others will have them Shepberds: I rather take them for Satyrs, because of their names, which are never used for Shepherds; where (that I remember) but here. any 5 They bound------Proteus, Pan, and Silenus would never tell what was defired, till they were bound. 6 7 Nais-The Latin word for a Water-Nymph. Vermilion Dye------The colour that Pan and Silenus lov'd beft. Rival'd the Sun----Minerva delighted with the Art and Industry of Prometheus (who had made an Image of Clay fo perfect, that it wanted nothing but Life,) carried him up to Heaven, where he lighted a Wand at the Chariot of the Sun, with which fire he animated his Image. Ovid. 2. M. 9 Hylas---Favourite of Hercules, who was drown'd in a well, which made the Poets Say that a Nymph had ftole him away: I use the word refounds (in the prefent Tenfe) because Strabo (who lived at the fame time as Virgil) seems to intimate, that the Prufians continued then their annual Rites to his Memory, repeating his name with loud Cries. ΤΟ II The Maids of Argos------Daughters of Prætis, King of Argus, who prefumed so much upon their Beauty, that they preferr'd it to Juno's, who in revenge, ftruck them with such madness, that they thought themselves Cows. They were at last cured by Melampodes with Hellebore, and for that reafon, black Hellebore is called Melampodion. Gallus-An excellent Poet and great Friend of Virgil, he was afterwards Prator of Egypt, and being accused of fome Confpiracy, or rather called upon for fome Moneys, of which he could give no good account, he killed himself. It is the fame Gallus you read of in the last Eclogue: And Suidas fays, that Virgil means him by Ariftæus, in the divine Conclufion of his Georgicks. 12 Linus, Son of Apollo and Calliope. 13 The Grynæan Grove------Confecrated to Apollo ; by this he means fome Poem writ upon that fubject by Gallus. 14 The Megarian Maid-----Scylla, Daughter of Nifus King of Megara,, who falling in Love with Minos, betrayed her Father and Country to him, but he abhorring her Treafon, rejected her. 15 Her who round----- Another Scylla, Daughter of Phorcis, whofe lower Parts were turned into Dogs by Circe; and she, in defpair, flung her felf into the Sea. 16 Whofe only Hope------Ulyffes's Ships were not loft, though Scylla devoured several of his Men. 37 Eurotas---A River in Greece whofe Banks were shaded with Laurels; Apollo retired thither to lament the Death of his dear Hyacinthus, whom he had accidentally killed.. The SEVENTH ECLOGUE. English'd by Mr. Adams. This Eclogue is wholly Paftoral, and confifts of the Contention of two Shepherds, Thyrfis and Corydon, to the bearing of which Melitœeus, was invited by Daphnis, and thus relates it. MELIB QE U S. WHile Daphnis fate beneath a whifp'ring fhade, Thyrfis and Corydon together fed Their mingling Flocks; his Sheep with foftest Wooll Your Goat and Kids are fafe, O feek not those, When length'ning Shadows from the Hills defcend, For the two Swains with great Ambition ftrove, Who beft could tune his Reed, or beft could fing his Love; Alternate Verle their ready Mufes chofe ; Ye much lov'd Muses! Tuch a Verse bestow, Y' Arcadian Swains with Ivy Wreaths adorn CORTDON. These branches of a Stag, this Wild-Boar's Head, If this continue, Delia! thou fhalt stand This Milk, thefe Cakes, Priapus, every year Thou'rt Marble now, but if more Land I hold, O Galatea! fweet as Hybla's Thyme; White as, more white, than Swans are in their prime, Come, when the Herds fhall to their Stalls repair, O may I harsh as bittereft Herbs appear, Ye Moffie Springs! ye Paftures! fofter far Here on my Hearth a conftant flame does play, Look how the Trees rejoice in comely Pride, From our fad Hills the Rivers weep away. THIRSIS. The dying Grafs with fickly Air does fade, Bacchus the Vine, the Laurel Phabus loves, THIRSIS. The lofty Afh is Glory of the Woods, The Pine of Gardens, Poplar of the Floods : To thee the Afh fhall yield, the Pine to thee. Thefe I remember well |