Revertere: &
Rursus, cum rapido fugeris impetu,
Clamatura, Revertere.
Thou shunnest me, like to a fearfull Roe,
Which, as the stormy North-winds blow,
Or the rough noise o' th' suddaine Easterne blast,
Is snatch'd away with forcelesse hast.
For th'early frost the trembling leaves doth fright,
Or else the Father of the light
Hath hewne from th'ecchoing rocks his thundring darts,
Hee hastens with such doubtfull starts.
But till I find thee, I'le not cease, nor rest,
But cry aloud, Returne, o Christ:
And when with swifter speed thou fly'st away,
Returne againe, o Christ, I'le say.
O seu te Libani terga virentia,
Seu formosa rubrae culta Bethuliae,
Seu pinguis Solymae, sive procul cavae
Cingunt rura Capharniae;
Tandem sollicitae pone modum fugae.
Nam non effugies, Te mihi sedulis
Aether excubiis prodet, & aureis
Prodet Cynthia cornibus.
Te neglecta gemunt littora, te procul
Suspirat tacitis aura Pavoniis,
Te noctis vigiles, te mihi vividis
Signant sidera nutibus.
The tops of _Lebanus_, so green and gay,
The faire tilths of _Bethulia_,
Encompasse thee, old _Salem_'s fruitfull Land,
Or else _Capharnia_ low doth stand.
At length give o're thy sad and carefull flight:
Thou shalt not scape me, th'evening bright
With its so watchfull Centry, thee'l betray,
And th'Moone with golden hornes doth stray.
By th'grones of the neglected shores I'le find
Thee; and by th'sighs o'th' Westerne wind;
Thee the night's watch, the starrs that walke about
With lively signes will point thee out.
Dirae in Herodem.
Ode 24. l. 2.
_Dirae_ in _Herodem_.
_Ode 24. Lib. 2._
Devota sacrae progenies domus!
Fatale monstrum! prodigialium
Monstrum parentum! seu Libyssa
Marmaricis leae pavit antris,
Seu te maligno sidere degener
Pardus marita tigride prodidit,
Furoris haeredem paterni;
Sive gregis populator Afri
Nudum sub alto destituit jugo;
Seu belluosis fluctibus exspuit
Irata tempestas nocentem
Alitibusq; ferisq; praedam;
Thou Cursed off-spring of that sacred place!
Thou fatall monster of prodigious race!
A Libyan Lyonesse in some Affrick den
Gave nourishment to thee, thou shame of men.
Or mungrill Libard wit
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