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XXXIX. But since, dull men, to gratitude are flow : Then (fure of either pole) they will with pride, And joy'd consent of hearts is high heav'n's In ev'ry storm, salute this constant stone! choice;

And scorn that star, which ev'ry cloud could hide; To this of praise, shouts fummon us to go;

The seaman's fpark! which loon, as seen, is Of hearts assembled, the unfeigned voice.

gone! And since, wise Altragen, with due applause, 'Tis sung, the ocean shall his bonds untie, Kind heav'n, for his success, on nature pays;

And carth in half a globe be pent no more; This day, victorious art, has giv’n him cause, Typhis shall fail, till Thule he desery, Much to augment heav'n's lov'd reward of But a domestic step to distant fhore! praise. XXIX.

This Astragon had read; and what the Greek, For this effectual day his art reveald,

Old Cretias, in Egyptian books had found; What has so oft made nature's spies to pine, By which his travellid suul new worlds did seek, The loadı! one's mystic use, so long conceal'd And div'd to find the old Atlantis drown'd. In close alliance with the courser mine.

Grave Ulfin thus discours'd; and now he brings And this, in fleepy vision, he was bid

The youths to view the temple built for praise; To register in characters unknown;

Where olive, for th' Olympian victor springs; Which heav'n will have from navigators hid, Myrtle, for love's; and for war's triumph, bays Till Saturn's walk be twenty circuits grown.

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These, as rewards of praise, about it grew;
For as religion (in the warm east bred)

For lib'ral praise, from an abundant mind, And aris (which next to it most peedful were), Does even the conqueror of fate subdue ; From vices sprung from their corruption, fled; Since heav'n's good King is captive to the kind, And thence vouchfaf’d a gold plantation here:

Dark are all thrones, to what this temple seem'd; So when they here again corrupted be,

Whose marble veins out-thin'd heav'n's various (For man can even his antidotes infe&t)

bow; Heav'n's reserv'd world they in the west shall sce; And would (eclipsing all proud Rome esteem'd) To which this stone's hid virtue will direct. To northern eyes, like eastern mornings, show,

Xxxur, Religion then (whose age this world upbraids, From Paros Ille, was brought the milky white; As scorn'd deformity) will thither steer;

From Sparta, came the green, which cheers the Serv'd at fit distance by the arts, her maids, From Araby, the blushing Onychite,

(view; Which grow too bold, when they attend too And from the Misnian hills, the deeper blew. near.

The arched front did on vast pillars fall; And some, whom traffic rhither cempts, all thence Where all harmonious inftruments they spy In her exchange (though they did grudge her Drawn out in buss; which from the airrigal shrines,

"To the flat frize, in apt resemblance lie. And poorly banish'd her to save expence) {mines. Bring home the idol, gold, from new found Toss'd cymbals (which the fullen Jews admir'd)

Were figur'd here, with all of ancient choice Till then, sad pilots must be often loft,

That joy did ere invent, or breach inspir'd,
Whilst from the ocean's dreaded face they shrink; Or flying fingers touch'd into a voice.
And seeking safety near the cozining coast,
With winds surpris’d, by rocky anibush fink. In starute o'er the gate, God's fav'rite king

(The author of celestial praise) did stand; Or if success rewards, what they endure,

His quire (that did his sonnets set and fing) The world's chief jewel, time, they then en ln niches rang'd, attended either hand.

gage And forfeit (trusting long the Cynosure) {age. From these, old Greeks sweet music did improve; To bring home nought but wretched gold, and The folcmn Dorian did in temples charm, XXXVII.

The softer Lydian footh'd to bridal love, Yet when this plague of ignorance shall eod, And warlike Phrygian did to battle warm!

(Dire ignorance, with which God plagues us Whilst we not feeling it, him most offend) (moft; They enter now, and with glad rev'rence saw Then lower'd fails no more shall tide the coast. Glory, too solid great to taste of pride;

So sacred pleasant, as preserves an awe; They with new tops to foremasts and the main, Though jealous priests, it neither praise nor hide,

And misens new, shall the ocean's breast invade; Stretch new fails out, as arms to entertain Tapers and lamps are not admitted here; (grace.;

Those winds, of which their fathers were afraid. Those, but with Madows, give falle beauty

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And this victorious glory can appear

LXI. Unvail'd before the sun's meridian face : And thence, from stupid sleep, her monarch fests;

She wonders, till so vain his wonder gouws, Whose eastern lustre rafhly enters now;

That it his feeble fou'reignty reveals; Where it his own mean infancy displays;

Her beauty then, his manhood does deposc. Where it does man's chief obligation show, In what does most adorn the house of praise. Deep into shades the painter leads them dow;

To hide their futurc deeds; then forms does The great creation by bold pencils drawn;

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[grow Where a feign'd curtain docs our eyes forbid, O'er heav'n's smooth face, because their life docs Till the sun's parent, light, first seems to dawn Too black a flory for the house of praise. From quiet Chaos, which that curtain hid.

A noble painted vision next appears; (wate; Then this all-rev'renc'd sun (God's hasty spark Where all heav'n's frowns in distant prospect

Struck out of Choas, when he first struck light) And nought remains, but a short power of cears, Flies to the spheres, where first he found all dark, Shed, by its pity, fos revenges palt. And kindly there th' unkindled lamps of night.

The world's one thip, from th' old to a new world Then motion, nature's great preservative,

bound; Tun'd order in this world, life's restless inn; Freighted with life (chief of uncertain trades!) Gave tides to feas, and caus'd stretch'd plants to After five moons at drift, lies now a ground; live;

Where her frail stowage, she in haste unlades. Else plants but seeds, and seas but lakes had been.

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On Persian Caucasus the eight descend; But this fourth fiat, warming what was made, And feem their trivial becogs to deplore;

(For light ne'er warm'd, till it did motion get) Griev'd to begin this world is th' others end; The picture fills the world with woody shade; And to behold wreck'd nations on the shore. To show how nature thrives by motion's heat.

Each humbled thus, his beasts led from aboard, Then to those woods the next quick fiat brings As fellow passengers, and heirs to breath;

The feather'd kind; where merrily they fed, Joint tenants to the world, he not their Lord; As if their hearts were lighter then their wings; Such likeness have we in the glass of deathe For yet no cage was fram'd, nor net was spread.

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Yet this humility begets their joy ; (veys) The same fifth voice does seas and rivers ftore; And taught, that heav'n (which felly fin sur

Then into rivers brooks the painter pours, Was parcial where it did not quite destroy ; And rivers into feas; which (rich before)

So made the whole world's dirge chcis fong of Return their gists, to both, exhal'd in show'rs.

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This voice (whose swift dispatch in all it wrought, This first redemption to another led,

Seems to denote the speaker was in hafte, Kinder in deeds, and nobler in effects;
As if more worlds were framing in his thought) That but a few did respite from the dead,
Adds to this world one fiat, as the last.

This all the dead, from second death protecte

LXX. Then Nrait an universal herd appears;

And know, loft Nature ! this resemblance was Firit gazing on each other in the shade ;

Thy frank Redeemer, in ascension shown ; Wond'ring with levell'd eyes, and lifted ears, When hell he conquer'd in thy desp'rate caufe; Then play, whilst yet their tyrant is unmade. Hell, which before, man's common grave was

grown, And man, the painter now presents to view;

LXXIII. Haughty without, and busy still within ; By pencils țhis was exquisitely wrought; Whom, when his furr'd and horned subjects knew, Rounded in all the curious would behold; Their sport is ended, and their fears begin. Where life came out, and met the painter's thought;

The force was tender, though the strokes were But here (to cure this tyrant's sullenness)

bold. The painter has a new falfe curtain drawn,

LXXJY. Where beauty's hid creation to express;

The holy mourners, who this Lord of life From thence, harmless as light, he makes it dawn. Ascending faw, did seem with him to rife;

So well the painter drew their pafiou ftrife, From thence breaks lov'ly forth, the world's first To follow him with bodies, as with eyes. maid;

LXXV. Her breast, Love's cradle, where Love quict This was the chief which in this temple did lies;

By pencils rhetoric, to praise persuade; Nought yet had seen so foul, to grow afraid, Yet to the living here, compar'd, seems hid;

Nor gay, to make it cry with longing cyes. Who fine all painted glory into fade.

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Lord Astragon a purple mantle wore,

These Aftragon, by secret skill had taught,
Where nature's story was in colours wrought ; To help, as if in artful consort bred;
And though her ancient text feen'd dark before, Who sung, as if by chance on him they thought,
'Tis in this pleasant comment clearly caught. Whose care their careless merry fathers fed.

LXXVII. Such various flow'ry wreaths th' assembly wear, Hither, with borrow'd strength, Duke Gondibert

As fhow'd them wisely proud of nature's pride; Was brought, which now his rip’ning woundo Which so adoro'd them, that the courseft here

allow; Did seem a prosp'rous bridegroom, or a bride. And high heav'n's praise in music of the heart,

He inward lings, to pay a vitor's vow.
All show'd as fresh, and fair, and innocent,
As virgins to their lovers first survey ;

Praise is devotion fit for mighty minds!
Joy'd as the spring, when March his fighs has spent, The diff'ring world's agreeing sacrifice;
And April's sweet rafh tears are dry'd by May. Where heav'n divided faiths united finds;
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But pray'r in various discord upward dies. And this confed'rate joy fo swell'd each brealt,

That joy would turn to pain without a vent; For pray'r the ocean is, where diversely
Therefore their voices heav'n's renown expreft ; Men steer their course, each to a sev'ral coast;
Though tongues ne'er reach, what minds so no- Where all our int'relts so discordant be,
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That half beg winds by which the rest arc loft,
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Yet music bere show'd all her art's high worth; By penitence, when we ourselves forsake,

Whilft virgin-trebles feem'd, with bashful grace, T'is but in wise design on piteous heav'n; To call the bolder marry'd tenor forth;

In praise we nobly give, what God may take, Whose manly voice challeng'd the giant bass. And are without a beggar's bluth forgiv'n. To these the swift soft inftruments reply; Its utmost force, like powder's, is unknown ! (fear, Whisp'ring for help to those whom winds in And though weak kings excess of praisc may spire;

Yer when 'eis here, like powder, dang'rous grown, Whose louder notes, to neighb'ring forests fly, Heav'n's vault receives, what would the palace

And fummon Nature's voluntary quirt.

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The Argument.

The Duke's wish'd health in doubtful wounds assur'd;
Who gets new wounds before the old are cur’d:
Nature in Birtha, Art's weak help detides;
Which strives to mend, what it at belt buc hides;
Shows Nature's courser works, so hid, more course;
As sin conceal'd, and unconfess'd, grows worse.

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And such (though now the old are worn away) Let none our Lombardauthor rudely blame, As balm, uor juice of pyrol, never heals.

Who from the story has thus long digrest;
But for his righteous pains, may his fair Fame To Astragon, heav'n før succession gave
Forever travel, whilft his aihes reft.

One only pledge, and Birtha was her name;

Whose mother Nept, where flow'rs grew on hex III could he leave art's shop of nature's store;

grave; Where she the hidden foul would make more And the succeeded her in face, and fame. known;

(more Though common faith feeks fouls, which is no Her beauty, princes, durft ngt hope to usc, Then long opinion to religion grown.

Unless, like poets, for their morning theme;

And her mind's beauty they would rather choose, 4 while then let this fage historian stay

Which did the light in bcauty's lanchors With Aftragon, till he acw wounds reveals,

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She fery'd the wounded Duke in life's diftrek, She ne'er faw courts, yet courts could have un And his fled spirits back by cordials brought.

done With untaught lo ks, and an unpractis'd heart; Black melancholy mills, that fed dispair Her nets, the most prepar'd, could never shun; Through wounds long rage, with sprinkled ver. For nature spread them in the scorn of art.

vin clar'd;

Strew'd leaves of willow to refresh the air, She never had in busy cities been;

[fears; And with rich fumes his fullen fenses cheer'd. Ne'er warm'd with hopes, nor ere allay'd with Not seeing punishment, could gue no fin; He that had serv'd great Love with rev'rend heart, And sin not seeing, ne'er had ute of tears.

In these old wounds, worse wounds from him

endures; But here her fathers's recepis gave her skill, For Love, makes Birtha shift with death, his dart,

Which with incessant bufincts fill'd the hours; And she kills fafter then her father cures.
In spring, she gather'd blossoms for the till;
In autumn, berrics; and in summer, flowers. Her heedless innocence as little knew

The wounds she gave, as those from Love the Add as kind Nature with calm diligence

trok ; Her own free virtue filently employs,

And Love lifes high each secret fhaft he drew; Whilft she, unheard, does rip’ning growth dispense, Which at their Itars he first in triumph fhook! So were her virtues busy without noise.

Love he had lik'd, yet never. lodg'd before; Whilft her great mistress, nature, thus the tends, But finds him now a bold unquiet guet;

The busy household waits no less on her; Who climbs to windows, when we fhut the door ; By secret law, cach to her beauty bends;

And enter'd, never lets the master rest. Though all her lowly mind to that prefer.

So strange disorder, now he pines for health, Gracious and free, the breaks upon them all

Makes him conceal this reveller with thame; With morning looks; and they when she does She not the robber knows, yet feels the stealth; rile,

And never but in songs had heard his name. Devoutly at her dawn in homage fall, [eyes. And droop like flowers, when evening huts her Yet then it was, when she did smile at hearts

Which country lovers wear in bleeding seals; The footy chemift (who his fight does waste, Alk'd where his pretty godhead found such darts, . Afteoding lesser fires) she palling by,

As make those wounds that only Hymen heals. Broke his lov'd lymbic, through enamour'd hafte, And let, like common dew, th' elixer fly. And this, her ancient maid, with sharp complaints

Heard, and rebuk'd; thook her experienc'd And here the gray philofophers resort,

head; Who all to her, like crafty courtiers, bow; With tears besought her not to jest at faints, Hoping for secrets now in nature's court ;

Nor mock those martyrs Love had captive led. Which only she (her lav'rice maid) can know.

Nor think the pious poets e'er would waste These, as the lords of science, the respects,

So many tears in inę, to make maids mourn, And with familiar beams their age she cheers; If injur'd lovers had in ages past Yet all those civil forms.seem but neglects

The lucky myrele, more then willow worn. To what the shows, when Afragon appears.

This grave rebuke, officious memory For as she once from him her being took, (fight Presents to Birtha's thought, who now believ'd

She hourly takes her law; reads with twift Such sighing songs, as tell why lovers die, His will, even at the op'ning of his look,

And prais'd their faith, who wept, when poets And shows, by hafte, obedience her delight.

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She makes (when the at distance to him bows) She, full of inward questions, walks alone,

His int'relt in her mother's beauty known; To take her heart aside in fecret shade;
For that's th' original whence her cosy grows; But knocking at her breast, it seem'd, or gone,
And near originals, copies are not shown.

Or by confed'racy was uselefs made;

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And he, with dear regard, her gifts does wear

Of lowers, which she in mystic order ties; And with che sacrifice of many a tcar,

Salutes her loyal mother in her eyes.

Or else some stranger dıd usurp its room;

One so remote, and new in ev'ry thought,
As his behaviour shows him not at home;

Nor the guide sober that him thither brought.
Yet with this foreign heart, she does begin

To treat of love, her most uultudy'd themes

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The just historians, Birtha thus express;

And tell how by her fire's example taught,

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And like young conscienc'd casuilts, thinks that lin,

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Which will by talk and practise lawful feem. She thinks of Eden-life; and no rough wind,

In their Pacific Sea thall wrinkles make;
With open ears, and ever waking eyes,

That still her lowliness shall keep him kind, And flying feet. Love's fire the from the fight Her cars keep him asleep, her voice awake. Of all her maids does carry, as from (pies ; Jealous, that what burns her, might give them she thinks, if ever anger in him (way. light.

(The youthful warrior's most excus'd disease)

Such chance her tears shall calm, as shower's allay Beneath a myrtle covert the does spend

The accidental rage of winds and feas. In maid's weak wishes, her whole stock of thought;

(mend, she thinks that babes proceed from mingling eyes, Fond maids! who love, with minds fine stuff would Or heav'n from neighbourhood increale allows, Which nature purposely of bodies wrought. As Palm and the Mamora fructifies; XXX111.

Or they are got, by close exchanging vows. She fashions him she lov'd of angels kind; Such as is holy story were enploy'd

But come they (as the hears, from mother's pain, To the first fathers, from th' eternal mind;

(Which by th' unlucky first-maid's longing, And in short vision orly are enjoy'd.

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A lasing curse) yet that she will sustain, As eagles then, when nearest heav'n they ily, So they be like this heav'nly man she loves.

of wild impoffibles foon weary grow; Feeling their bodies find no reft so high,

Thus to herself in day-dreams Birtha talks ; And therefore perch on earthly things below: The Duke (whose wounds of war are healthfal XXXV.

grown) So now she yields; him the an angel deem'd To cure Love's wounds, seeks Birtha where the Shall be a man; the name which virgins fear;

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[ows. Yet the most harmless to a maid he feem'd,

Whose wand'ring foul seeks him to cure her That ever yet that fatal name did bear.

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Yet when her solitude he did invade, Soon her opinion of his hurtless heart,

Shame (which in maids is unexperienc'd fear) Affection turns to faith; and then love's fire Taught her to wish night's help to make more To heav'n, though bashfully, she does impart;

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Tappear. And to her mother in the heav'nly quire.

That love (which maids think guilt) might not If I do love, (said the) that love (O heav'n!) And she had fled him now, but that he came Your own disciple, nature, bred in me;

So like an aw'd, and conquer'd enemy, Why should I hide the pallion you have given, That he did seem offenceless, as her shame; Or blush to show effects which you decree? As if he but advanc'd for leave to fly.

XXXVIII. And you, my alter'd mother (grown above First with a longing seaman's look he gaz'd, Great nature, which you read, and reverenc'd Who would ken land, when seas would him dehere)

vour; Chide nor such kindness, as you once call'd love, Or like a fearful scout, who stands amaz'd When you as mortal as my father were.

To view the foe, and multiplies their pow'r. This faid, her soul into her breast recires!

Then all the knowledge which her father had With Love's vain diligence of heart the dreams He dreams in her, through purer organs Herself into poffeffion of desires,

wrought; And trusts unanchor'd hope in fleeting streams. Whose soul (since there more delicately clad)

By leffer weight, niore active was in thought. Already thinks, the Duke her own spous'd lord,

Cur'd, and again from bloody battle brought; And to that soul thus (pake, with tremb'ling voice; Where all false lovers perish'd by his sword; The world will be (O thou, the whole world's The true to her for his protection sought.

maid!)

Since now 'tis old enough to make wise choice, She thinks, how her imagin'd spouse and she, Taught by thy mind, and by thy beauty (way'd. So much from heav'n, may by her virtues gain ;

LIII. That they by time shall ne'er o'ertaken be, And I a needless part of it, unless No more than time himself is overta'en.

You think me for the whole a delegate,

To treat for what they want of your excess, Or should he touch them as he by does pass,

Virtue to serve the universal state. Heav'n's favour may repay their summers gone,

LIV. And he 'so mix their land in a flow glas,

Nature (our first example, and our queen, That they ihall live, and oot as two, but onc. Whose court this is, and you her minion maid)

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