Out Of Horace. Carm. Lib. 3. Od.11 Poem by Daniel Baker

Amphion e'en hard Stones did move)
Appease the stubborn Anger of my Love,
And move her harder Heart.

And thou, my Musick which in former Years
Wast a poor dumb neglected thing;
But now in Churches, and at Feasts dost Sing,
Charm, charm her sullen Ears.

Who, like a Fillie in the slow'ry Mead,
Runs up and down, and won't be caught,
Unripe for Marri'ge yet, she wont be brought
Unto the genial Bed.

Swift Tygers thou, and Woods canst draw along,
And rowling Rivers canst recall:
The Surly Porter of the infernal Hall
Submitted to thy Song;

Ev'n Cerberus, tho about his monstrous Head
An Hundred Hellish Serpents crawl
And from his Triple Mouth black Foams does fall,
And poisnous Breath is shed.

Thou mad'st Ixion 'gainst his Will to smile,
And Tityus laugh amidst his Pains,
While Danau's Daughters listen'd to thy Strains,
Their Tubs stood drie a while.

O tell my Love what cruel Pains attend,
Hard--hearted Maids in Hell:
Bid her by what these wicked Maids befel,
Take warning and amend.

O wicked Maids! what more can hellish spight
Than Women do? with bloody Knives
They rip'd their Bridegrooms Breasts, and spilt their Lives
Upon the Wedding Night.

But one of Fifty with a virtuous Life
Her perjur'd Father durst deceive:
Worthy to be a Bride! her Fame shall live
'Till Time it self shall die.

Arise, she said, my gentle Love, arise,
And go, lest everlasting Night
Surprize thee here: avoid my Fathers sight,
And wicked Sisters Eyes.

Who now as hungry Lionesses, now
Like tender Lambs their Husbands tear:
But I, more merciful than they, will spare,
Thy Life, and let thee go.

Me let my Father load with cruel Bands
Because I spar'd my gentle Spouse.
Me let him banish ever from his House
Into the furthest Lands.

Go, where thy Feet or Wind shall carry thee,
While Venus Favours and the Night:
Live happy thou, and on my Tomb stone write
That thou wast sav'd by me.