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likewise called Pallene, and gave occasion to the Fable of the Gyants fight, from the wickedness of the Inhabitants.

8. According to Homers ordinary Epithete of Apollo, 'Apyvpótožos, Silverbow'd.

9.

I. Αὐτὸν μὲν ἐν εἰρήνᾳ τὸν ἅπαντα χρόνον σχερῷ Ησυχίαν καμάτων μεγάλων ποινὰν λαχόντα ἐξαίροντα Ολβίοις ἐν δώμασι δεξάμενον θαλερὰν Ηβαν ἄκοιτιν Καὶ γάμον δαίσαντα πὰρ Διὶ Κρονίδᾳ Σεμνὸν αἰνήσειν δόμον. Ipsum vero in pace omne tempus deinceps acturum, tranquillitatem magnorum laborum præmium eximium consequutum, receptâ in beatis ædibus Hebe conjuge florente, & nuptiis celebratis in domo Jovis venerandi quam ipse admiratione videret.

2. The Names of Constellations, so called first by the Poets, and since retained by the Astronomers. They might be frighted by Hercules, because he was the famous Monster-Killer.

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The Praise of Pindar.

In Imitation of Horace his second Ode, B. 4.

Pindarum quisquis studet æmulari, &c.

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Indar is imitable by none;

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The Phoenix Pindar is a vast Species alone. Who e're but Dedalus with waxen wings could fly

And neither sink too low, nor soar too high?

What could he who follow'd claim,

But of vain boldness the unhappy fame,

And by his fall a Sea to name ?
Pindars unnavigable Song

Like a swoln Flood from some steep Mountain pours along,
The Ocean meets with such a Voice

From his enlarged Mouth, as drowns the Oceans noise.

2.

So Pindar does new Words and Figures roul
1 Down his impetuous Dithyrambique Tide,
Which in no Channel deigns t'abide,
Which neither Banks nor Dikes controul.

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Whether th' Immortal Gods he sings
In a no less Immortal strain,

3 Or the great Acts of God-descended Kings,
Who in his Numbers still survive and Reign.
Each rich embroidered Line,

Which their triumphant Brows around,
By his sacred Hand is bound,

4 Does all their starry Diadems outshine.

3.

Whether at Pisa's race he please

1 To carve in polisht Verse the Conquerors Images,
2 Whether the Swift, the Skilful, or the Strong,
Be crowned in his Nimble, Artful, Vigorous Song:
3 Whether some brave young man's untimely fate
In words worth Dying for he celebrate,

4

Such mournful, and such pleasing words, As joy to his Mothers and his Mistress grief affords : He bids him Live and Grow in fame, Among the Stars he sticks his Name: The Grave can but the Dross of him devour, So small is Deaths, so great the Poets power.

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4.

Lo, how th'obsequious Wind, and swelling Ayr
The Theban Swan does upwards bear
Into the walks of Clouds, where he does play,
And with extended Wings opens his liquid way.
Whilst, alas, my tim'erous Muse
Unambitious tracks pursues;

Does with weak unballast wings,
About the mossy Brooks and Springs;
About the Trees new-blossom'ed Heads,

About the Gardens painted Beds,
About the Fields and flowry Meads,
And all inferior beauteous things

Like the laborious Bee,
For little drops of Honey flee,

And there with Humble Sweets contents her Industrie.

NOTES.

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Indar was incredibly admired and honoured among the Ancients, even to that degree that we may believe, they saw more in him than we do now: Insomuch, that long after his death, when Thebes was quite burnt and destroyed (by the Lacedemonians and by Alexander the Great) both times the House wherein he had lived was alone preserved by publick Authority, as a place sacred and inviolable. Among the very many Elogies of him, I will only cite that of Quinctilian (than whom no man perhaps ever living was a better Judge) L. 1o. c. I. Novem Lyricorum longe Pindarus princeps, spiritus magnificentiâ, sententiis, figuris beatissimus, rerum verborúmq; copia & velut quodam eloquentiæ flumine, propter quæ Horatius nemini credit eum imitabilem. Where he applys Horace his similitudes of a River to his Wit; but it is such a River, as when Poetical Fury,

Tanquam fera diluvies quietum
Irritat amnem. Hor.

And like the rest of that description of the River,

Nunc pace delabentis Hetruscum
In mare, nunc lapides adesos
Stirpesq; raptas & pecus & domos
Volventis unâ non sine montium

Clamore vicinaq; silvæ.

For which reason, I term his Song Unnavigable; for it is able to drown any Head that is not strong built and well ballasted. Horace in another place calls it a Fountain; from the unexhausted abundance of his Invention.

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I. There are none of Pindars Dithyrambiques extant. Dithyrambiques were Hymns made in honour of Bacchus, who did, dis eis Oúpav åvaßaivew, c[o]me into the world through two Doors, his Mother Semeles Womb, and his Father Jupiters Thigh. Others think, that Dithyrambus was the name of a Theban Poet, who invented that kind of Verse, which others also attribute to Arion. Pindar himself in the 13. Olymp. seems to give the Invention to the Corinthians. Ταὶ Διονύσου πόθεν ἐξεφάναν σὺν βοηλάτα χάριτες Διθυράμβῳ. Unde Bacchi exortæ sunt venustates cum Boves agente Dithyrambo. For it seems an Ox was given in reward to the Poet; but others interpret Bonλárv Tapà Thν ẞony, from the loud repeating or singing of them. It was a bold, free, enthusiastical kind of Poetry, as of men inspired by Bacchus, that is, Half-Drunk, from whence came the Greek Proverb.

And another,

Διθυραμβοποιῶν νοῦν ἔχεις ἐλάττονα.

You are as mad as a Dithyrambique Poet.

Οὐκ ἐστὶ Διθύραμβος ἂν ὕδωρ πίνῃ.

There are no Dithyrambiques made by drinking water. Something like this kind (but I believe with less Liberty) is Horace his 19. Ode of the 2. B.

Bacchum in remotis carmina rupibus

Vidi docentem, &c.

And neerer yet to it comes his 25. Ode of the 4. B. Quo me Bacche rapis tui plenum? quæ nemora, aut quos agor in specus, Velox mente nová? For he is presently half-mad, and promises I know not what,

Dicam insigne recens,

Indictum ore alio. And,
Nil parvum aut humili modo,
Nil mortale loquar.

And then he ends like a man ranting in his drink, that falls suddenly asleep. [2.] Banks, natural; Dikes, artificial. It will neither be bounded and circumscribed by Nature, nor by Art.

3. Almost all the ancient Kings to make themselves more venerable to their subjects, derived their pedigree from some God, but at last that would not content them, and they made themselves Gods, as some of the Roman Emperours.

4. Diadems (which were used by the ancient Kings, as Crowns are now, for the Mark of Royalty, and were much more convenient) were bindings of white Ribban about the head, set and adorned with precious stones; which is the reason I call them Starry Diadems. The word comes and Toû diadeîv, To bind about.

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3.

The Conquerours in the Olympique Games, were not only Crowned with a Garland of Wild-Olive, but also had a Statue erected to them.

2. The chief Exercises there were Running, Leaping, Wrestling, the Discus, which was the casting of a great round Stone, or Ball, made of Iron or Brass; The Cestus, or Whorle-bats, Horse-Races, and Chariot-Races.

3. For he wrote Threni; or Funeral Elegies: but they are all lost, as well as his Hymns, Tragedies, Encomia, and several other works.

4. So Hor. 1. 4. Od. 25.

Stellis inserere, & concilio Jovis.

I. From the Fabulous, but universally received Tradition of Swans singing most sweetly before their Death (though the truth is Geese and They are alike melodious) the Poets have assumed to themselves the title of Swans, Hor. 1. 2. Od. 20. would be believed to be Metamorphosed into one, Jam, jam, residunt cruribus aspera Pelles, & album mutor in alitem Supernè (or Superna) nascunturq; leves Per digitos humerósq; pluma. The Anthologie gives the same name to Pindar, Θήβης ὠγυγίης Ελικώνιος ἵστατο κύκνος, Πίνδαρος ἱμερόpwvos. Sweet-tongued Pindar the Heliconian Swan of Thebes. So Virgil is called, Mantuanus olor, The Swan of Mantua; Theocritus terms the Poets, Mover oprites, The Birds of the Muses; which the Commentators say, is in allusion to Swans; to which Callimachus gives the name of Movσáwv oproes; and in another place calls them, 'Aπ6\\wvos wapédpoɩ. A bold word, which Í know not how to render: but they were consecrated to Apollo, and consequently beloved by the Muses and Poets.

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The Resurrection.

I.

Ot Winds to Voyagers at Sea,

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Nor Showers to Earth more necessary be,
(Heav'ens vital seed cast on the womb of Earth
To give the fruitful Year a Birth)
Then Verse to Virtue, which can do
The Midwifes Office, and the Nurses too;
It feeds it strongly, and it cloathes it gay,

And when it dyes, with comely pride
Embalms it, and erects a Pyramide
That never will decay

Till Heaven it self shall melt away,
And nought behind it stay.

2.

Begin the Song, and strike the Living Lyre;

Lo how the Years to come, a numerous and well-fitted Quire, All hand in hand do decently advance,

And to my Song with smooth and equal measures dance. [1] Whilst the dance lasts, how long so e're it be, My Musicks voyce shall bear it companie. Till all gentle Notes be drown'd

In the last Trumpets dreadful sound. [2] That to the Spheres themselves shall silence bring, Untune the Universal String.

Then all the wide extended Sky,

And all th'harmonious Worlds on high,

And Virgils sacred work shall dy.

3 And he himself shall see in one Fire shine

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Rich Natures ancient Troy, though built by Hands Divine.

3.

Whom Thunders dismal noise,

And all that Prophets and Apostles louder spake,
And all the Creatures plain conspiring voyce,
Could not whilst they liv'ed, awake,
This mightier sound shall make

When Dead t'arise,

And open Tombs, and open Eyes

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