But then betake thee to the shade that lies In shield of Rocks; drinke Biblian wine, and eate The creamy wafer: Gotes milke, that the Teate Giues newly free, and nurses Kids no more: Flesh of Bow-brousing Beeues, that neuer bore, And tender kids. And to these, taste black wine, The third part water, of the Crystaline Still flowing fount, that feeds a streame beneath; And sit in shades, where temperate gales may breath On thy oppos’d cheeks. When _Orion’s_ raies His influence, in first ascent, assaies, Then to thy labouring Seruants giue command, [306]To dight the sacred gift of _Ceres_ hand, In some place windie, on a [307]well-planed floore; Which, all by measure, into Vessels poure; Make then thy Man-swaine, one that hath no house; Thy handmaid one, that hath nor child nor spouse; Handmaids, that children have, are rauenous. A Mastiffe likewise, nourish still at home; Whose teeth are sharp, and close as any Combe; And meat him well, to keep with stronger guard The Day-sleep-wake-Night Man from forth thy yard: That else thy Goods into his Caues will beare: [308]Inne Hay and Chaffe enough for all the yeare, To serve thy Oxen and thy Mules; and then Loose them: and ease [309]the dear knees of thy Men. VI. If of a Chance-complaining Man at seas The humor take thee; when the _Pleiades_ Hide head, and flie the fierce _Orion’s_ chace, And the darke-deep _Oceanus_ embrace; Then diuerse Gusts of violent winds arise; And then attempt no Nauall enterprize. But ply thy Land affaires, and draw ashore Thy Ship; and fence her round with stonage store To shield her Ribs against the [310]humorous Gales; Her Pump exhausted, lest _Ioue’s_ rainie falls Breed putrefaction. All tooles fit for her, And all her tacklings, to thy House confer: Contracting orderly all needfull things That imp a water-treading Vessel’s wings; Her well-wrought Sterne hang in the smoke at home, Attending time, till fit Sea Seasons come.— When thy vaine Minde then would Sea-ventures try, [311]In loue the Land-Rocks of loath’d Debt to fly, And Hunger’s euer-harsh-to-hear-of cry: Ile set before thee all the Trim and Dresse Of those still-roaring-noise-resounding Seas: Though neither skild in either Ship or Saile Nor euer was at Sea; Or, lest I faile, But for _Eubœa_ once; from _Aulis_ where The Greeks, with Tempest driuen, for shore did stere Their mighty Nauie, gatherd to employ For sacred Greece gainst faire-dame-breeding Troy. To Chalcis there I made by Sea my passe; And to the Games of great _Amphidamas_; Where many a fore-studied Exercise Was instituted with excitefull prise For great-and-good, and able-minded Men; And where I wonne, at the _Pierian_ Pen, A three-ear’d _Tripod_, which I offer’d on The _Altars_ of the Maids of _Helicon_.