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The world thinks now, is in her fickness seen,
LXVI:. And that her poble influence is decay'd. With bashful looks the fought him to retire;
Least the sharp air should his new health And the records so worn of her firât law, [good; And as fhe spake, she saw her rev'rend fire (vata,
That men, with art's hard shifts, read what is Approach to seek her in her usual fhade. Because your beauty many never saw,
LXVIII. The text by which your mind is understood. To whom with filial homage she does her: LVI.
The Duke did first at distant duty stand, And I with the apostate world should grow, But soon embrac'd his knees; whilft te roere k From foy'reign Nature, a revolted slave,
Does bend to him, and then reach'd Birtha: But that my lucky wounds brought me to know,
hand. How with their cure my ficker mind to save. LVII.
Her face, o'ercaft with thought, does foon betray A mind till dwelling idly in mine eyes;
Th'assembled spirits, which his eyes dete Where it from outward pomp could ne'er ab. By her pale look, as by the milky way stain;
Men first did the assembled fars fufpe&. But even in beauty, cost of courts did prize,
Still at the utmost window grieving lies; Yet by yonr beauty now reform'd, I find
Even so her foul, imprison'd, sadly shines, All other only current by false light;
As if it watch'd for freedom at her eyes! Or but vain visions of a fev'rish mind;
Which waits the insurrections of desire;
Her newly conquer'd breaft, were all on fire!
Then on the Duke, he cafts a short survey;
Whose veins, his temples, with deep purple Yet eastern kings, who, all by birth poffefs,
grace; Take gifts, as gifts, from vassals of the crown; Then Love's despair gives them a pale allay; So think in love, your property not less,
And shifts the whole complexion of his face. By my kind giving what was first your own.
Nature's wife fpy does onward with them walk; Lifred with love, thus be with lover's grace, And finds, each in the midst of thinking ftares; And love's wild wonder, fpake ; and he was Breath'd short, and swiftly in disorder'd talk, rais'd
To cool, bencath Love's torrid zone, their hears. So much with revirence of this learned place,
LIXIV. That fill he fear'd to injure all he prais'd. When all these symptoms he observ'd, he knows LXII.
From Alga, which is rooted deep in seas, And he in love unpractis'd and unread,
To the high cedar that on mountains grows, (But for some hints her mistress, nature, taught) No fov'reign herb is found for their disease. Had it, till now, like grief with filence fed;
LIXV. For love and grief are nourish'd best with He would not nature's eldest law refift, thought.
As if wise Nature's law could be impore;
But Birtha with indulgent looks difmitt, But this closs diet, Love endures not long;
And means to counsel, what he cannot cure. He must in fighs, or speech, take air abroad;
LXXVI. And thus, with his interpreter, her tongue, With mourning Gondibere he walks apart, He ventures forth, though like a stranger aw'd. To watch his paflion's force; who seems to bem
By filent grief, two tyrants o'er his heart, She said, those virtues now she highly needs, Great Love, and his inferior tyrant, Fear. Which he fo artfully in her does praise,
LXXVII. To check (since vanity on praises feeds)
But Astragon such kind inquiries made, That pride which his authentic words may raife. Of all which to his art's wise cares belong,
As his fick filence he does now dissuade, tongte That if her pray’rs, or care, did ought restore And midt Love's fears, gives conrage to his Of abfent health, in his bemoan'd distress;
Have pity father! and since fir& fo kind,
You would not let this worthless body die, That she the payment he of love would make Vouchsafe more nobly to preserve my mind! Less underttood, then yet the debt he knew;
LXXIX. But coins unknown, suspicioufly we take,
A mind so lately lucky, as it here And debts, till manilea, are never due,
Has virtue's mirror found, which does reflet
Such blemishes as cukom made it wear,
Of private minds, battle's but childrens sports; - But more authentic nature does detect.
And only simple good, is solid great. A mind long fick of monarchs vain disease ; Let not the mind, thus freed from error's night, Not to be filled, because with glory fed;
(Since you repriev'd my body from the grave) 30 busy it condemn'd even war of case,
Perish for being now in love with light, And for their useless rest despis'd the dead. But let your virtue, virtuc's lover lave.
LXXXVI. Bat since it here has virtue quiet found,
Birtha I love; and who loves wisely so, I thinks (though storms were with'd by it be Steps far tow'rds all which virtue can attain , fore)
But if we perish, when tow'rds heav'n we go All sick at least at sea, that 'scape undrown'd, Then have I learnt that virtue is in vain. Whom glory serves as wind, io leave the shore.
And now his heart (extracted through his eyes Al virtue is to yours but fashion now,
In Love's elixer, tears) does foon fubdue Religion, art; internals are all gone,
Old Afragon; whose pity, though made wise. Or outward turn'd, to satisfy with show,
With Love's false effences, likes chose as true, Not God, but his inferior eye, the sun. LXXXIII.
The Duke he to a secret bower does lead, And yet, though virtue be as fashion fought, Where he his youth's first story may attend;
And now religion rules by art's prais'd skill; To guess, ere he will let his love proceed, Fashion is virtue's mimic, falsely taught ;
By such a dawning, how his day will end. And art, but nature's ape, which plays her ill.
For virtue, though a rarely planted flower, To this blest house (great Nature's court) all Was in the feed by this wise florist known;
Who could foretel, even in her springing hour, Compar'd, are but dark closets for retreat What colours the fall wear when fully blows
CAN TO VIII.
How maids are by their innocence undone, griefs to her apartment brought, And trace those forrows that them first oppress. ir maids to heav'n were us'd to raise ilft their busy fingers wrought Forgive such passion as to speech persuades, ar of the house of praise.
And to my tongue my oblervation brought;
And then forgive my tongue, which to your naids, is their music turn'd to care; Too rafhly carry'd, what experience taught. allay'd, like beauty overworn;
VI. as with’ring fav’rites are,
For since I saw this wounded stranger here, their fick indulgent aionarch mourn. Your inward music fill untun'd has been;
You who could need no hope, have learnt ta je eldest of this filenc'd quire)
Did on her tongue, as on fill death rely;
But winged Love, the was too young to hold, Show'd me unlucky Love; by which I guess And, wanton-like, let it to others ty..
XXI. Love, who in whisper scap'd, did public grow; Yet this great breeding, join'd with kings' high Which makes them now their time in filence
(Whose blood ambition's fever over-heats) Makes their neglected needles move to flow, (faft. May spoil digestion, which would else be good,
And through their eyes, their hearts dissolve so As ftomachs are deprav'd with highest meats. For oft, dire tales of love has fill'd their heads; For though books serve as diet of the mind;
And while they doubt you in that tyrant's pow'r, If knowledge, early got, felf-value breeds, The spring (they think) may visit woods and meads, By false digestion it is curn'd to wind; But scarce shall hear a bird, or see a flow'r. And what thould nourish, on the eater feeds.
xunt. Ah how (said Birtha) fall i dare confess Though war's great shape best educates the fight,
My griefs to thec, Love's rafh, impatient spy; And makes small soft'ning objects less our care; Thou (Thula) who didst run to tell thy guess, Yet war, when urg'd for glory, more than right,
With secrets known, wilt to confeflon fly. Shows victors but authentic murd'rers are. But if I love this prince, and have in heav'n And I may fear that your laft victories
Made any friends by vows, you need not fear Where glory's toils, and you will ill abide He will make good the feature, Heav'n has giv'n; (Since with new trophies ftill you fed your eyes) And be as harmless as his looks appear.
Those little objects which in fhades we hide. Yet I have heard, that men whom maids think kind, Could you, in fortune's smiles, foretel her fruwns,
Calm, as forgiven saints, at their last hour, Our old foes sain, you would not hunt for new; Oft prove like seas, enrag'd by ev'ry wind, But vi&ors, after wreaths, pretend to crowns;
And all to whom their bosoms trust, devour. And such think Rhodalind their valour's due. Howe'er, Heav'n knows, (the witness of the mind) To this the noble Gondibert replies;
My heart beats men no malice, nor esteems Think not ambition can my daty sway; Young princes of the common cruel kind,
I look on Rhodalind with subjects eyes, Nor love so foul as it in story seems.
Whom he that conquers, muft in right obes. Yet if this prince brought love, whate'er it be, And though I humanly have heretofore · I must suspect, though I accuse it not;
All beauty lik'd, I never lov'd till now; For since he came, my medic'nal housewifery, Nor think a crown can raise his value more, Confections, and my fills, are all forgot.
To whom already Heav'n does love allow. Blossoms in wirds : berries in frosts may fall! Though, since I gave the Hunns their last defeat,
And flowers fink down in rain! for I no more I have the Lombatd's enfigns onward led, Shall maids to woods, for early gath'rings call, Ambition kindled not this victor's heat,
Nor haste to gardens to prevent a shower. But 'tis a warmth my father's prudence bred. Then she retires; and now a lovely shame Who cast on more than wolvish man his eye,
That she reveal'd so much, poffesi’d her checks; Man's necessary hunger judg’d, and saw
But like a wanton whelp he loves to gnaw.
And to that lover let our song return:
Man still is sick for pow'r, yet that disease Whose tale so well was to her facher told, Nature (whose law is temp'rance) ne'er inspires; As the philosopher did seem to mourn [old. But 'tis a humour, which fond man does please, That youth had reach'd such worth, and he lo A luxury, fruition only tires.
And as in persons, so in public fates,
And makce them vain, as fingle persons are. Whoe'er (faid he) in thy first story lonks,
Men into nations it did fi ft divide; [Atyles ; Shall praise thy wise conversing with the dead; Whilf place, scarce distant, gives them diff'rent For with the dead he lives, who is with books, Rivers, whose breadth inhabitants may ftride,
And in the camp (death's moving palace) bred. Parts them as much as continents and illes. Wise youch, in books and battles early finds On equal, smooth, and undistinguish'd ground,
What thoughtless lazy men perceive too late; 1 he luit of pow'r does liberty impair, Books show the utmost conquests of our minds, And limits by a border and a bound, Battles, the best of our lov'd bodies (ate.
What was before as palable as ais ;
(A change which fashion does as oft obtrude How nobly Heav'n for Birtha did provide; As women's dress) and oft complexions are,
Oft had he for her parted mother griev'd, And diff'rent naines, no less a cause of feud. But can this joy, less than that forrow hide. Since men so causelessly themselves devour, With tears, bids Gondibere to Heav'n's eye male
(Apd haft'ning Nill, their else too halty fates, All good within, as to the world he seems; A& but continu'd maffacres for pow'r),
And in gain'd Birtha then from Hymen take My father meant to chastise kings and states. All youth can with, and all his age eftecms. To overcome the world, till but one crown Strait to his lov'd philofophers he hies, And universal neighbourhood he faw;
Who now ac nature's council busy are Til all were rich by that alliance grown,
To trace new lights, which fonie old gazer spies; And want no more should be the cause of law. Whilst the Duke feeks more busily his star. Öne family the world was first design'd;
But in her search, he is by Goltho stay'd, And though some fighting kings so sever'd are, Who is a close dark coverc folds his arins; That they must meet by help of seas and wind; His cyes with thoughts grow darker than that shade; Yet when they fight 'tis but à civil war.
Such thoughts as yielding breasts with ftudy
(warms, Nor could religion's heat, if one ruld all, Fix'd to unheeded object his eye! To bloody war the unconcern'd allure ;
His senses he calls in, as if t'improve And hatten us from earth, ere age does call, By outward absence, inward ecstacy, Who are (alas :) of heav'n so little fure.
Such as makes prophets, or is made by love. Religion, ne'er till divers monarchies,
Awake! (faid Gondibert) for now in vain Taught that Almighty Heav'n needs army's aid; Thou dream'll of fov'reignty, and war's success But with contentious kings the pow complies, Hope, nought has left, which worth should wish ta Who feem, for their own cause, of God's afraid. And all ambition is but hope's excess.
The cause of war) my father onward fought ; For they have nought to conquer with their care; By war the Lombard sceptre to extend (fought, I have a father's right in Birtha's breast, (war.
Till peace were forc'd, where it was flowly And that's the peace for which the wise make
Whom, unentrench'd, a midnight 'larum wakes If what seems difficult, be great and good) By pause then gave disorder'd fense relief,
Thought his example could not make me err. And this reply with kindled pallion makes. No place I merit in the book of fame! [fillid; What means my prince to make so low a boast,
Whose leaves are by the Greeks and Romans Whose merit may aspire to Rhodalind? Yet I presume to boast, she knows my name,
For who could Birtha miss if the were loit, And the has heard to whom the Hunns did yield. That Mall by worth the others treasure find ?
LVI. But let not what so pecdfully was done,
When your high blood, and conquests Mall submie Though still pursu’d, make you ambition fear; To such mean joys, in this unn.inded fhade, For could I force all monarchies to one,
Let courts, without Heav'n's lamps, io darkness fita That universal crown I would not wcar.
And war become the lowly shepherd's trade. XLIV. He who does blindly foar at Rhodalind, [cafe ; | Birtha. (a harmless country ornament !)
Mounts like seal'd doves, still higher from bis May be his bride, that's born himself to serve ; And in the luft of empire he may find,
But you must pay that blood your army spent, High hope does better than fruition please. And wed that empire which our wounds deferve.
LVIII. The vi&tor's solid recompence is rest;
This brought the Duke's swift anger to his eyes, And 'tis unjust, that chiefs who pleasure thun, Whith his confid'rate heart rebuk'd as fast'; Toiling in youth, should be in age opprest He Goldho chid, in that he nought replies; With greater coils, by ruling what they won. Leaves him, and Birtha seeks with lover's hatto
LIX. Here all reward of conquest I would find; Now Goltho mourns, yet not chat Birtha's fair,
Leave shining thrones for Birtha in a shade; Or that the Duke shuns empire for a bride ; With nature's quice wonders fill my mind, But that himself must join love to despair ;
And praise her mott, because Me Birtha made. Himself who loves her, and his love nuit bide, 6. VOL. I.
LIXIU. He curs'd that him the wounded hither brought As Gondibert left Goltho when he heard From Oswald's field, where, though he wounds His faint profan'd, as if some plague were nigh; did 'scape
So Goltho now leaves Ulfinore, and fear'd In tempting death, and here no danger fought, To share such veng'ance, if he did not fly. Yet here mect worse than death in beauty's shape.
How each at home o'er-rates his misery, He was unus'd to love, as bred in wars;
And thinks that all are musical abroad,
And as cag'd birds are by the fowler fet
To call in more, whilst those that taken be,
No more our hearts for kindness shall contest; Here where he firit love's dangers did perceive Since mine I hourly on another spend,
In beauty's field) thinks though himself was And now embrace thee with an empty breast.
Th’inviter safe, because not heard to grieve. Yet pard'ning me, you cancel Nature's fault;
LXXVII. Who walks with her fir force in Birtha's shape; But Ulfinore (whom neighbourhood led here) And when the spreads the net to have us caught, Impressions took before from Bircha's fight; It were in youth presumption to escape. Ideas which in silence hidden were, LXV.
As Feav'n's designs before the birth of light. When Birtha's grief so comely did appear,
Who, ftri& to youth, would not permit the best Lealt too much love Ahould friendship dispossess. Reward of worth, the bosom of a bride,
Should be but after virtuous toils pollet. But this, whilft UlSnore with forrow hears,
Hin: Goltho's bufier forrow little heeds; For Ulfinore (in blooming honour yet) And though he could reply in fighs and tears, Though he had learnt the count'nance of the foe, Yet governs both, and Goldho thus proceeds : And though his courage could duil armies whet,
The care o'ercrowds, nor conduct could not To love's new dangers I have gone unarm’d;
know; I lack'd experience why to be afraid;
But now in foreign fields means to improve
His early arts, to what his father knew, Th' obedient and defenceless, sure, no law
That merit so might get him leave to love. Afilias, for law is their defence, and pow'r ; Yer me, love's sheep, whom rigour needs not awc, Till then, check'd passion, shall not venture forth : Wolf-love, because defenceless, does devour : And now retires with a disorder'd heart; LXIX.
Griev'd, least his rival should by carly worth Gives me not time to perish by degrees,
Get love's reward, ere he can gain desert. But with despair does me at once destroy; For none who Gondibert a lover sees,
But stop we here, like those who day-light lack ; Thinks he would love, but where he may enjoy. Or as misguided travellers that rove,
Oft find their way by going somewhat back; Birtha he loves; and I from Birtha fear
So let's return, thou ill conductor love! Death that in rougher figure I delpise!
LXXXI. Thus Ulfinore did with distemper hear,
Thy little wanton godhead as my guide Yet with diffembled temp'rance thus replies : I have attended many a winter night;
To seck whom time for honour's sake would hide, Ah, Goltho! who love's fever can assuage ?
Since in mine age sought by a wasted lighi. For though familiar seem that old disease;
Lxxxiv. Yet like religion's fit, when people rage,
But ere my remnant of life's lamp be spent, Few cure those evils which the patient please. Whilf i in lab'rinths stray amongst the dead,
I mean to recollect the paths I went, Nature's religion, love, is ftill perverse ;
And judge from thence the steps I am lo tread. And no commerce with cold discretion hath,
Lixxv. For if discretion fpeak when love is fierce,
Thġ walk (though as a com:non deity i' Is war'd by love, as reason is by faith. The crowd does follow chee) mysterious grow