Thesauros Edebiyat Destan Metamorphoses

Metamorphoses

Metamorphoses Ovid 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D

Kitap 14

 
A myghtye towne, and with his wyfe in dowrye hild the ground. 441
 
Now when from Turnus, Venulus his message had declaard,
 
Desyring help: th'Aetolian knyght sayd none could well bee spaard.
 
And in excuce, he told him how he neyther durst be bold
 
To prest his fathers folk to warre of whom he had no hold,
 
Nor any of his countrymen had left as then alyve
 
To arme. And lest yee think (quoth hee) I doo a shift contryve,
 
Although by uppening of the thing my bitter greef revyve
 
I will abyde to make a new rehersall. After that
 
The Greekes had burned Troy and on the ground had layd it flat,
 
And that the Prince of Narix by his ravishing the mayd
 
In Pallas temple, on us all the pennance had displayd
 
Which he himself deservd alone: then scattred heere and there
 
And harryed over all the seas, wee Greekes were fayne to beare
 
Nyght, thunder, tempest, wrath of heaven and sea, and last of all
 
Sore shipwrecke at mount Capharey to mend our harmes withall.
 
And lest that mee to make too long a processe yee myght deeme
 
In setting forth our heavy happes, the Greekes myght that tyme seeme
 
Ryght rewfull even to Priamus. Howbee't Minerva, shee
 
That weareth armour, tooke mee from the waves and saved mee.
 
But from my fathers Realme ageine by violence I was driven.
 
For Venus bearing still in mynd the wound I had her given
 
Long tyme before, did woork revendge. By meanes wherof such toyle
 
Did tosse mee on the sea, and on the land I found such broyle
 
By warres, that in my hart I thought them blist of God whom erst
 
The violence of the raging sea and hideous wynds had perst,
 
And whom the wrathfull Capharey by shipwrecke did confound:
 
Oft wisshing also I had there among the rest beene drownd.
 
My company now having felt the woorst that sea or warre
 
Could woorke, did faynt, and wisht an end of straying out so farre.
 
But Agmon hot of nature and too feerce through slaughters made
 
Sayd: What remayneth, sirs, through which our pacience cannot wade?
 
What further spyght hath Venus yit to woork ageinst us more?
 
When woorse misfortunes may be feard than have beene felt before,
 
Then prayer may advauntadge men, and vowwing may then boote.
 
But when the woorst is past of things, then feare is under foote.
 
And when that bale is hyghest growne, then boote must next ensew.
 
Although shee heere mee, and doo hate us all (which thing is trew)
 
That serve heere under Diomed: Yit set wee lyght her hate.
 
And deerely it should stand us on to purchase hygh estate.

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