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For Rhodalind may now close mourner die,

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Since Gundibere, too late, her sorrow knows. Through ways thus intricate to lover's urns,

Thou lead'. me, love, to show thy trophies past; Young Hurgonil above dear light prefers Where time (less cruel than thy godhead) mourns'

Calm Orna, who his highest love outloves; In ruins which thy pride would have to latt.
Yet envious clouds in Lombard registers (proves.
O'ercast their morn, whate'er their evening where I on Lombard monuments have read

Old lover's names, and their fam'd ashes spy'd; For fatal Laura, trusty Tybalt pines ;

But lels can learn by knowing they are dead, For haughty Gartha, subtle Hermegild;

And such chcir tombs, than how they liv'd and Whilft she hur beauty, youth, and birth declines ; dy'd. And as to face does to ambition yield.

To Paphos fly! and leave me fullen here ! Great Gondibert, to bathful Birtha bends,

This lamp Ahall lighe me to records which give Whom she adores like virtue in a chrone; To future youth, so jut a cause of fear, Whilft Ulfinore and Goldho (late vow'd friends That it will valour seem to dare to live !

By him) are now his rivals, and their own.

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Wezx sad Verona saw in Gartha's shape (praisd; Yet, by degrees, a soul delighted shows

Departed peace brought back, the court they To Gartha, whom he leads to Rhodalindi
And seem'd lo joy'd as cities which escape And soon to Hermegild as artless grows

A liege, that by their own brave fallies rais'd. As maids, and like successful lovers kind.
And Hermegild, to make ber triumph long, And Rhodalind, though bred to daily fight

Through all the streets his chariot Nowly drove; Of court's feign'd faces, and pretended hearts, Whilft she endures she kindness of the throng, (In which disguises courts take no delight,

Though rude, as was their rage, is now their love. Buc little mischiefs fhun by little arts.)
On Hermegild (so longingly desir’d [gaze ; She, when she Gartha faw, no kindness leiga'd,

From Hubert's camp) with childish eyes they Bue faithfully her former rage excus'd;
They worship now, what late they but admir'd, For now she other's sorrow entertain'd,
And all his arts to mighty magic raise.

As if to lovc, a niaid's first sorrow usia,
On both they such abundant blessings throw, Yet did her first with cautious gladness meet ;

As if those num'rous priests who here refide, Then foon from grave refpe& co fondness grew; (Loth to out-live this jny) assembled now

To kisses in their taste and odour sweet,
In haste to bless the laity ere they dy'd.

As Hybla honcy, or Arabian dew.
Thus dignisy'd and crown'd, through all the streets and Gartha like an eastern monarch's bride,

To court they come ; where them wife Aribert This public love with bashful homage took ;
Not weakly with a public passion meets;

For she had learn'd from Hermegild to hide But in his open'd face conceal'd his heart. A rising heart, behind a falling look. With modrate joy he took this pledge of peace, Thus, mask'd with meekness, she does much entreat Because great joys infer to judging eyes

A pardon for that storm her forrow rais'd; The mind distress'd before; and in distress, [fpies. Which Rhodalind more sues she would forget, Thrones, which are jcalous forts, think all are Unless to have so just a furrow prais'd.

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Nor seem by being bashful, fo onkind Soon is this joy through all the court dispers'd; As if you think your picy was a crime:

So high they value peacc, who daily are In pride's invalions, private faction, vers'd; O useless Chame! Officious bafhfulnefs ! i he small, but fruitful seed of public war.

Virtue's vain fign, which only there appears,

Whicre virtue grows erroneous by excess, Whilst thus sweet peace had other's joys allurid,

And shapes nere fios, then frighted confcience Orna with hopes of sweeter love was pleas'd;

fears. For of war's wounds brave Hurgonil was cur'd;

XXVII. "And those of love, which deeper reach'd, were Your bluthes, which to mere complexion grow, eas'd.

You must as nature, not as virtue own;

And for your open'd love, you but blush so
In both tliese cures her sov'reign help appears, As guiltless roses blush that they are blown.
Since as her double patient he receiv'd

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For bloody wounds, balm, from her precious tears, As well the morn (whose essence poets made,
And bloodless wounds of love her vows reliev'd. And gave her bashful eyes) we may believe

Does blush for what she sees through night's thin She let no med'cinal flow'r in quiet grow,

shade, No are lichid, nor artist ease his thought,

As that you can for love discover'd grieve.
No fane be fhut, no priest from altars go,
Nor in Heav'n's quire no faint remain unfought; Arise ! and all the flowers of ev'ry mead

(Which weeping through your fills my healtk Nor more her eyes could ease of sleep esteem

restor'd) Then sleep can the world's eye, the sun, conceal; Bring to the temple to adorn your head, Nor breath'd she but in vows to Heav'n, or him,

And there where you did worship, be ador'd. Till Heav'n, and she, his diff'rent wounds did heal.

This with a low regard (but voice rais d high

By joys of love) he spake; and not less kind But now she needs those aids she did dispense; Was now (ene'ring with native harmony,

For scarce her cures were on him perfe& grown, Like forward Spring) the blooming Rhodalind. D'er shame affics her for that diligence,

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Which love had in her fits of pity town, Like summer, goodly Gartha, fully blown;

Laura, like autumn, with as ripe a look ;
When she (though made of cautious bashfulness) But show'd, by fome chill griefs, her fun was gone,

Whilft him in wounds a smarting fever burn'd, Arnold, from whom the life's short glory took. Invok'd remotest aids to his redress, And with a loud ungovern'd kindness mourn'd. Like winter, Hermegild; yet not so gray

And cold, but that his fashion seem'd to boast, When cér him then, whilst parting life she ru'd, That even weak winter is allow'd some day,

Her killes faster (though unknown before) And the air clear, and healthful in a frost.
Than blossoms fall on parting spring, the strew'd;
Than blossoms sweeter, and in number more. All these, and Tybalt too (unless a spy

He be, watching who thrives in Laura's fight) But now when from her busy maid she knew Came hither, as in kind conspiracy,

How wildly grief had led her love abroad, To haften Orna to her marriage plight.
Unmask'd to all, the her own pris'ner grew;

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By shame, a virgin's native conscience, aw'd. And now the pries's prepare for this high vowe

All rites, that to their laws can add a grace;
With undirected eyes which careless rove,

To which the sequent knot they not allow, With thoughts too singly to herself confin'd,

Till a spent morn recovers all her face. She blushing, starts at her remember'd love,[blind. And grieves the world had eyes, when that was And now the streets like summer meads appear! XXIII.

For with sweet (frewings maids left gardens bare, Sad darkness, which does other virgins fright, As lovers with their sweeter bosoms were, Now boldly and alone, she entertain'd;

When hid unkindly by dishevellid hair. And shuns her lover, like the traitor, light,

XXXVI. Till he her curtains drew, and thus complain'd: And Orna now (importun'd to possess [fo

Her long with'd joys) breaks through her blushes Why; bashful maid, will you your beauty hide As the fair murn breaks through her rolyness ;

Becaufe your fairer mind, your love, is known? And from a like guilt did their blushes grow.
So jewellers conceal with artful pride

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Their sccond wealth, after the best is shown. She thinks her love's high fickness now appears

A fit so weak, as does no med'cine need;
In pity's pasion you unvail'd your mind;

So foon fociety can cure those fears
Let him hoc fall, whom you did help to climb; On which the coward, folitude, docs feed.

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They must be fever'a, or like palms will grow, i They with united joy bleit Hurgonil

Which planted near, out-climb their native And Orna to the sacred temple bring ;

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Whilft all the court in triumph show their skill,
As if long bred by a triumphant king.

As winds, whose violence out-does all art,
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Ad all unseen; so we as fecretly
Such days of joy, before the marriage day, These branches of that cedar Gondibert

The Lombards long by custom had embrac'd; Mutt force till his deep root in rising die. Custom, which all, rather than law obey,

LII. For laws by force, customs, by pleasure laft. If we make noise whilst our deep workings last,

Such rumour through thick towns unbeeded And wisely ancients by this needful {nare

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(past) Of gilded joys, did hide such bitterness

As winds through woods, and we (our great work As moit in marriage fwallow with that care, Like winds will filence tongues, and 'Icape from Which bashfully the wife will ne'er confess.

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'Tis ftatesmen's music, who states fowlers be, E'er this dark lesson she was clearer taught,

And singing birds, to catch the wilder, set; His enter'd Naves place at her rev'renc'd fect So bring in more to tame society ;

A spacious cabinet, with all things fraught, For wedlock, co the wild, is the state's net. Which seem'd for wearing artful, rich, and

sweet. And this loud joy, before the marrriage rites,

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Like battle's music which to fights prepare, With leisurely delighe, the by degrees
Many to strife and sad success invites;

Lifts ev'ry till, does ev'ry drawer draw;
For marriage is too oft but civil war.

But nought which to her fex belongs she sees;

And for the male all nice adornments faw. A truth too amply known to those who read

LV. Great Hymen's rolls; though he from lover's This fe&m'd to breed some strangeness in her eyes, Hides his most tragic stories of the dead, [eyes Which like a wanton wonder there began; Left all, like Gochs, hhould 'gainst his temples Bue strait fhe in the lower closet spies rise.

Th' accomplish'd dress, and garments of a man And thou (whate'er thou art, who doft perchance Then starting, she her hand shrunk nicely back;'

With a hot reader's haste, this song purlue) As if she had been ftung, or that fhe fear'd May'st find, too soon, thou dost too far advance, This garment was the skin of that old snake, And with it all unread, or else untrue.

Which at the fatal tree like man appear'd. For it is sung (though by a mourning voice) Th'ambitious maid at fcornful distance stood; That in the Ides before chese lovers had,

And bravely seem'd of love's low vices free: With Hymen's public hand, confirm'd their choice Though vicious in her mind, net in her biood: A cruel practise did their peace invade.

Ambition is the mind's immodeity! For Hermegild, too studiously foresaw

He knew great minds, disorder'd by mistake, The count's alliance with the Duke's high blood, Defend through pride, the errors they repent ; Might from the Lombards such affection draw, And with a lover's fearfulneis he spake As could by Hubert never be with tood. Thus humbly, that extremes he might prevent: XLVII.

LIX And he in hase with Gartha does retire,

How ill (delightful maid!) kall I deserve Where thus his breast he opens to prevent,

My life's last flame, fed by your beauty's fire, That Hymen's hallow'd torch may not take fire, If I fall vex your virtues, that preserve When all these lesser lights of joy are speac. Others weak virtues, which would clse expire.

XLVIII. High heaven (from whole best lights your beauty How, more then death, shall I my life defpise, grows,

When your fear'd frowns, make me your serBorn high, as highest minds) preserve you still

vice fear; From such, who then appear resiftless foes, When I scarce dare to say, that the disguise

When they alliance join to arms and skill! You thrink to Ice, you must vouchiale to weara Most by conjunction planets harmful are ; So rude a law your int’reit will impose; So rivers joining overslow the land,

Apd solid int'relt must not yield to shame : And forces join'd make that destructive war, Vain Thame, which fears you dould such honour

Which clie our common conduct may withland. As latts but by intelligence with fame., [lola heir knees to Hurgonil the people bow,

Number, which makes opinion law, can turn and worship Orna in her brother's right; This hape to fainion, which you scora ta

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Because not by your sex as fashion worn;
And fashion is but that which numbers choose. Tybalt, who Laura gravely ever led,
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With ceaseless whispers lags behind the train;
If you approve what numbers lawful think, Tries, since her wary governor is dead,
Be bold, for number cancels bashfulness;

How the fair fort he may by treaty gain.
Extremes, from which a king would blushing fhrink,
Unblushing Senates act as no excess.

For now unhappy Arnold the forsakes;

Yet is he blest that she does various prove, Thus he his thoughts (the piąure of his mind) When his spent heart for no unkindness akes; By a dark vail to sudden fight deny'd;

Since from the light as sever'd as from love. That she might prize; what seem'd so hard to find;

Yet as in storms and fickness newly gone, For curtains promise worth in what they hide. Some clouds a while, and strokes of faintnele

laft; He said her manhood would not strange appear So, in her brow, so much of grief is shown, In court, where all the fashion is dilguise;

As shews a tempeft, or a fickocis palt. Where masquerades are serious all the year ;

LXXVIII. None known but strangers, nor secure but spies. But him no more with such fad cyes the secks,

As even at seafts would make old tyrants All rules he reads of living great in courts;

weep; Which some the art of wise dessembling call; Nor more attempts to wake him with such farieks, For pow'r (born to have foes) much weight supports As threatened all where death's deaf pris'ners By their false strength who thrust to make it Пеер. fall.

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Hugo and him, as leaders now the names,
He bids her wear her beauty free as light;

Not much as lovers does their fame approve; By cars as open be to all endear'd;

Nor her own fate, but chance of battle blames; For the unthinking crowd judge by their sight, As if they dy'd for honour, not for love. And seem half cas'd, when they are fully heard. LXVIII.

This Tybalt saw, and finds that the turn'd stream He fhuts her breast even from familiar eyes;

Came fairly flowing to refresh his heart;
For he who secret’s(pow'r's chief treasure) (pende Yet could he not forget the kind efteem
To purchase friendthip, friendfhip dearly buys : She lately had of Arnold's high desert.
Since pow'r seeks great confed'rates, more than
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Nor does it often 'scape his memory,
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How gravely he had vow'd, that if her eyes, And now with counsels more particular,

After such showers of love, were quickly dry, He taught her how to wear tow'rds Rhodalind He would them more then lamps in tombs defe Her looks, which of the mind false pictures are ;

pife. And then how Orna may believe her kind.

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And whilft he watch'd like an induftrious fpy How Laura too mar be ( whose practis's eyes Her sexes changes, and revolts of youth;

Can more detect the shape of forward love) He ftill reviv'd this vow as solemnly, By treaty caught, though not by a surprise ;

As fenates count'nance laws, or fynods, truth. Whose aid would precious to her taction prove.

But men are frail, more glass then women are ! But here he ends his lecture, for he spy'd

Tybalt, who with a stay'd judicious heart (Adorn'd, as if to grace magnifique feasts) Would love, grows vain amidit his graves care: Bright Rhodalind, with the elected bride;

Love free by nature, scorns the bonds of art! And with the bride, all her selected guests. LXXII.

Laura (whose fort he by approach would gain) They Gartha in their civil pity sought;

With a weak ligh blows up his mine, and Whom they in midst of triumph's mist, and fear smiles; Left her full breast (with Hubert's sorrows fraught) Gives fire but with her eye, and he is fain; She, like a mourner, came to empty here.

Or treats, and with a whisper him beguiles. But she, and Hermegild, are wild with halte, Nor force of arms or arts (o love !) endures As traitors are whom visitants surprise ;

They mightiness; and since we muft discern Decyph'ring that which fearfully they cast Diseases fully e'er we study cures; In some dark place, where viler trealun lies. And our own force by cthers weakness learn ;

LXXXVI. So open they the fatal cabinet,

Let me to courts and camps chy agent be, To Mut things flighrer with the consequent ; Where all their weakness and diseases spring Then fuon their sally'd looks in posture ict; From their not knowing, and not hon'ting the And boldly with them to their triumphs went. In those, wbo nature in thy triumphs fing.

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The Argument.
Whilf Birtha and the Duke their joys pursue
In conqu’ring love, fate does them boch fubdue
With triumphs, which from court young Orgo brought;
And have in Goltho greater triumphs wrought :
Whose hopes the quiet Ulfinore does bear
With patience feiga'd, and with a hidden fear.

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Taz profp'rous Gondibert from Birtha gains With whisper carnest, and now grave with thought,

All bathful plights a maid's first bountics give ; They walk consulting, standing they debate; Falt vows, which bind love's captives more than And then seek shades, where they in vain are fought, chains,

By servants who intrude and think they wait. Yet free love's faints in chosen bondage live.

In this great league, their most important care Few were the days, and swiftly seem'd to waste, Was to dispatch their rites; yet so provide,

Which thus he in his mind's fruition spent ; That all the court might think them free as air, And left some envious cloud should overcast

Whep fast as faith, they were by Hymen ty'd. His love's fair morn, oft to his camp he sent.

For if the king (faid he) our love surprise, To Bergamo, where still intrenched were

His storiy rage will it rebellion call; Thole youth, whom first his father's army bred; Who clains to choose the brides of his allies; Who ill the rumor of his wounds did bear,

And in that storm our joys in bloft m fall.
Though he that gave them, of his own be dead.

Our love, your cautious father only:knows
And worse those haughty threat’nings they abhor, (On whose safe prudence senates may depend),
Which fame from Brescia's ancieat fighters And Goliho, who to time few reck’nings owes,
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Yet can discharge all duties of a friend.
Vain fame, the people's trusted orator, [wrought
Whose speech (coo fluent) their miliakes has Such was his mind, and her's (more busy) shows

That bonds of love do niake her longer fast
Oft Goltho with his temp'rate counsels went, Than Hymen's knot, as plain religion does,

To quench whom fame to dang'rous fury warm'd; Longer than rites (religion's fashions) last.
Till temp'rately his dangers they resent,
And think him safest in their patience arm'd.

That her discretion somewhat does appear,

Since she can love, her mind's chief beauty hide;
And safe now is his love, as love could be, Which never farther went than Thula's car,
If all the world like old Arcadia were;

Who had (alas !) but for that secret died.
Honor the monarch, and all lovers free
From jealousy, as safety is from fear.

That she already had disguises fram'd,

And fought out caves where she might close rea
And Birtha's heart does to his civil breast As being, not unwilling nor alham'd

As much for case and peace, as safety come; To live his captive, so she die his bride.
For there 'tis serv'd and treated as a guest,
But watch'd, and taught, and often chid at Full of themselves, delight them onward leads,
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Where in the front was to remoter view

Exalted hills, and nearer prostrate meads, (grew. Like great and good confed'rates, whose design With forests flank'd, where thade to darkncís

Invades not others but secures their own, So they in just and virtuous hopes combine,

Beneath the shade, two rivers lily steal, And are, like new confed'ratcs, busy grown, Through narrow walks, to wider Adice,

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