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Which bound to England basely did bim bring, At Fortune's speech amazed whilst they stand, Baselier abus'd and mockt at of bis own,

And Fame herself much wonder'd at his soe, A captive where he should have been a king; When from duke' Robert, Fortune took her hand, Such was the lot by me upon him thrown:

Whose misery she thus had let them know: There to lament his misery alone,

When now to answer her despiteful foe, Prescrib'd to one poor solitary place,

Fame from deep silence seeming to awake, Who should have progress'd all a kingdom's For her dear client modestly thus spake. space.

“ What time I held my residence in Ronie, “ Could human knowledge comprehend my bate, Striving myself o'er Europe to advance, Or reason sonad the depth of things divine, To win her princes to regain the toinb, The world amazed at duke Robert's state,

Which had been lost by their misgovernance, Might think no pow'r to be compar'd to mine, Awaking England, Germany, and France; And wish the gods would all to me resign:

All which were woo'd, and bravely won by me, In this man's fall apparently might see,

From the proud Pagans Palestine to free. Abore the stars what might there rests in me.

“ Peter, that holy hermit putting on, " That blade on him, in battle which had pow'r, T" all Christian princes to preach out the loss, Was too much blunted to abridge bis days; And stirring brave duke Godfrey to be gone, Time, that so fast from all away doth scour, Under the banner of the bloody cross, Defers his end with dilatory stays,

And whilst in so fair forwardness it was, Whilst he his bruther's tyranny obeys,

And every ear attentive seem'd to stand, That he in life a thousand deaths inight die. To hear what pow'r brave Bulloyn should com Where I will plague, so tyrannous ain l.

mand: " The while in Cardiff he a captive lies,

“ Thither did I all happy spirits exhort,
Whose windows were but niggards of their light, As to that bus'ness luckily to bring,
I wrought, this Henry's rage not to suffice, Allured by the confident report,
But that he robb'd duke Robert of his sight, That from so great an enterprise did spring,
To turn this little piece of day to night;

T’adventure in so popular a thing,
As though that sense, whose want should be the And deemed no man worthy to be mine,
last

That was found backward in this great desigo. To all things living, be the first should taste.

“ What time this duke, great William Cong'ror's " That Robert so unfortunately blind,

'That in his native Normandy did rest : No ontward object might disperse his care,

For of what else his valiant father won, The better to illuminate his mind,

His brother William Rufus was possest, To see his sorrows throughly what they were,

Which, whilst he striveth from his hands to wrest, To do so much to this great prince I dare,

This brave attempt brake like a deluge forth, By taking from him that which serv'd him best, By my shrill trumpet sounded through the north. To his aðliction to turn all the rest.

“ Which having got free entrance to his ear, * And when he was bereaved of his ease,

Such entertainment happen'd there to find,
With the remembrance of so beinous wrong, As suffer'd no persuasion to be there,
Upon his breast so strongly that did seize, From that high purpose to divert his mind:
And his sad heart su violently stung;

For being most religiously inclin’d,
Yet made I nature in that prince so strong,

Woo'd with this offer, wisely did prepare That grief, which inany doth of life deprive, Himself to furnish for this great affair. Seern'd to preserve and keep him still alive.

“ That kingdom he doth carelessly neglect, " Him I forbade that any foe should kill, Which William Rufus wrongfully did keep, Nor by bis owp hand suffer'd him to die,

And only that doth constantly respect, That life to Robert should be loathsome still, Where he once in his sepulchre did sleep, And that death from him evermore should fly, At whose dear death the very rocks did weep! Making them both to him an enemy;

His crown of gold this Christian prince doth scorn, Williag to die, by life bim doubly killing; So much he lov'd him that was crown'd with Urged to live, twice dying, he unwilling.

thorn. So many years as he had worn a crown, “ And though his wants him grievously oppress'd, many years as he had bop'd to rise,

Of those great sums ubich lately be had spent 80 many years upon him did I frown,

In levying pow'r, which him should have possess'd many years he liv'd without his eyes,

Of England, and much hinder'd his intent; So many years in dying, ere he dies;

Yet his brave purpose it could not prevent, So many years shut up in prison strong,

Although a while it seem'd delay to make Tho! sorrow, make the shortest time seem long. Of that, which he resolv'd to undertake. " Thus sway I in the course of earthly things, “ Wherefore this noblo and clear-spirited lord, To make time work him everlasting spite,

Whilst the great bus'ness standeth at this stay ; To show how I can tyrannize on kings,

And since his state po better could afford, And in the fall of great ones do delight,

In gage to William Normandy doth lay, In finite things my working inünite:

Providing first his soldiers how to pay : All worldly changes at my will disposed,

And of the two, yet rather chose to leave For that ia me all wonder is enclosed.”

His crown, than he that army. would deceive..

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“ To his victorious ensign came from far

“ Who on ambassage to the emperor sent, Th’inisted Redshanks, touch'd with no remorse; Passing along through Macedon and Thrace, The nimble Irish, that with darts do war;

Ne'er came in bed, nor slept out of his tent, The Scot, that is so cunning on his horse;

Till he review'd duke Godfrey's rey'rend face; The English archer, of a lion's force; *

Nor till he came into that hallow'd place, The valiant Norman, not the least among ; Above three hours by night he never slept : The Camber-Briton, hardy, big and strong. Such were the cares his troubled brain that

kept. " Which long enclos'd within these colder climes, He to the blessed sepulchre did bring,

“ O wherefore thou great singer of thy days, And taught them how they should redeem the times, Renowned Tasso, in thy noble story, Whence their eternal memory might spring,

Wert thou so slack in this great worthy's praise, To see the place whereas their heav'nly king And yet so much should'st set forth others' glory? Their dear redemption happily began;

Methinks, for this thou canst not but be sorry, Living on Earth that was both god and man.

That thou should'st leave another to recite

That, which so much thou didst neglect to “ Ye islanders, bound in the Ocean's chain,

write. Lock'd up like pris'ners from the cheerful day, Your brave commander brought ye to the main,

" There was not found in all the Christian host, Which to my court show'd ye the open way,

Any, than he more forward to the field; And his victorious hand became the key

Nor could the arıny of another boast, To let ye in to my rich treasure, where

To bear himself more bravely with his shield ; None ever come, but those that I hold dear. So well his arms this noble duke could wield,

As such a one he properly should be, " And did thereto so zealously proceed,

That I did mean to consecrate to me.
That those fair locks, whose curls did him adorn,
Till he had seen the holy city freed,

Of so approved and deliver force,
He deeply vow'd he never would have shorn; Handling his lance, or brandishing his blade:
Which; for they so religiously were worn,

For oft he had the leading of their horse, In every eye did beautify him more,

That where he charg'd, he slaughter ever made ; Than did the crown of Normandy before. At all assays so bappy to invade,

That were he absent when they gave the chase, “ No threats his hand could cause him to withhold,

It was suppos'd the day did lose the grace.
As I the sequel briefly shall relate,
Yet bare himself right wisely as he could,

“ In doubtful fights, where danger happ'd to fall, And best became his dignity and state ;

He would be present ever by his will;
Teaching how his themselves should moderate, And where the Christians for supplies did call,

Not following life, so with his chance content, Thither through peril Robert pressed still,
Nor flying death, so truly valiant.

To help by courage, or relieve by skill:

To every place so providently seeing, " So did he all his faculties bestow,

As power in him bad absolutely being.
That every thing exactly might be done,
That true foresight before the act might go,

" When in the morn his courser he bestrid, Others gross errours happily to shun,

He seem'd compos'd essentially of fire, Wisely to finish well what was begun,

But from the field he ever drooping rid, Justly directed in the course of things,

As he were vanquish'd, only to retire; By the straight rule which sound experience Nearest his rest, the furth'st from his desire : brings.

And in the spoils his soldiers shar'd the crowns;

They rich in gold, he only rich in wounds. « Idle regards of greatness he did scorsi, Careless of pomp, magnificent to be,

“ And when they bad the holy city won, That man reputing to be noblest born,

And king thereof they gladly would him make, Which was the most magnanimous and free,

All sovereign titles he so much did shun, In honour so impartial was he,

As he refus'd the charge on him to take, Esteeming titles meritless and nought,

He the vain world so clearly did forsake; . Unless with danger absolutely bought.

So far it was from his religious mind,

To mix vile things with those of heav'nly kind. “ Giving the soldier comfortable words, And oft imbalm'd bis well-received wound,

“ He would that him no triumph should adorn, And in his need bim maintenance affords, But his bigh praise for sinful man that dy'd ; To brave attempts encouraging the sound,

By him no mark of victory was worn," Never dismay'd in any danger found:

But the red cross, to tell him crucify'd; His tent a seat of justice to the griev'd;

All other glories he himself deny'd : And 'twas a court, when want should be re.

A holy life but willingly he leads, liev'd.

la dealing alms, and bidding of his beads. “ So perfectly celestial was that fire,

" And as a pilgrim he return'd again; Bestow'd in the composure of his mind,

For glitt'ring arms, in palmers homely gray, To that high pitch as raised his desire

Leaving his lords to lead bis warlike train, Above the usual compass of his kind,

Whilst he alone came sadly on the way, And from all dross so clearly him refin'd,

Dealing abroad his lalely purchas'd prey; As did him wholly consecrate to glory,

A hermit's staff his careful band did hold, And made him a fit subject for a story.

That with a lance the heathep foe control'da

" But now to end this long-continued strike, “ Where sometinie stood the beauty of this face, Henceforth thy malice takes no further place; Lamps clearly lighted as the Vestal dame, Tay bate began and ended with his life;

Is now a dungeon, a distressful place, By thee his spirit can suffer no disgrace,

A barbour fit for infamy and sbane; Now in mine arms his virtues I embrace;

Which but with horrour one can scarcely name: His body thine, his crosses witness be ;

Out of whese dark grates misery and grief, But mine his mind, that from thy pow'r is free. Starved for vengeance, daily beg relief. " Thou gar'st up rule, when he gave up his ". The day abhors me, and from me doth fly, breath,

Night still me follows, yet too long doth stay, And where thoa endedst, there did I begin, Th’ one I o'ertake not though it still be nigh; Thy strength was buried in his timeless death,

The other coming, vanisheth away. And as thy cong 'ror lastly come I in;

But what availeth either night or day? And all thou gott'st, from thee again I wiu :

AIP's one to me, still day, or erer night; To me thy right I call thee to resign,

My light is darkness, and my darkness lighte And make thy glory absolutely mine.

“ O ye, wherewith I did my comfort view, " To the base world then, Fortune, get thee back, Th’all-covering Heaven, and glory that it bears, The Earth with dreary tragedies to fill ;

No more that sight shall ere be seen of you ! Empires and kingdoms bring thou there to wrack, The blessed Sun, that every mortal cheers, And on weak mortals only work thy will:

Eclips'd to me eternally appears; And since thou oply dust delight in ill,

Robert, betake thee to the darksome cell,
Hear his complaint, wbo wanting cyes to see,

And bid the world eternally farewel.”
Can lend thee sight, which art as blind as be." His speech thus ending, Fortune discontent,

Turned herself as she away would fly,
At her great words amazed whilst they stand,

Playing with fools and babes incontinent, The prince, which look'd most fearfully and grim, As never touch'd with buman misery; Bearing his eyes in his distressful hand,

As what she was, herself to verify, Whose places stood with blood up to the brim;

And straight forgetting what she had to tell, And as in anguish qnaking ev'ry limb,

To other speech and girlish laughter fell.
After deep sighs and lamentable throws,
Thus to the world disburthened his woes,

When graceful Fame conveying thence her charge,

(As first with him she thither did resort) " Dear eyes, adieu, by envy thus put out, Gave me this book, wherein was writ at large Where in your places buried is my joy,

His life, set out though in this legend short, With endless darkness compassed about,

Tamaze the world with this so true report: Which death would scarce have dared to destroy ; But Fortune, angry with her foe therefore, To breed my more perpetual annoy,

Gave me the gift that I should still be poor. That even that sense I only should forego,

That could alone give comfort to my woc. “ Ye which beheld fair Palestine restor'd,

THE LEGEND OF MATILDA THE FAIR. From the profane hands of the Pagans freed, The sepulchre of that most glorious Lord, Le yet a Muse there happily remain, And seen that place where his dear wounds did That is by truth so diligently taught, bleed,

As caring not on foolish things to fain, Which with the sight my zealous soul did feed, Will speak but what with modesty she ought;

Sith from your functions night doth you dissever, If this be such, which I so long have sought, Seclude me now from worldly joys for ever. By her I crave my life may be reveal’d,

Which black oblivion hath too long conceal'da “ Ye saw no sun, nor did ye view the day ; Except a candle, ye bebeld no light;

Oh, if such favour I might hap to find,
The thick stone walls those blessings kept away.

Here on this Earth but once to speak again,
What could be fear'd ? ye could not hurt the night, and to disburthen my oppressed mind,
For then tears wholly hinder'd ye of sight;

By the endeavour of a powerful pen,
O then, from whence should Henry's hate arise, In these my sorrows happy were I then :
That I saw nothing, yet that I had eyes?

Four hundred years by all men overpast, " The wretched'st thing, the most despised beast, you, of him so happily elect,

Finding one friend to pity me at last. Enjoys that sense as gen’rally as we,

Whom I entreat to prosecute m, story, The very gnat, or what than that is least,

Lady most dear, most worthy of respect, Of sight by nature kindly is made free.

The world's rar'st jewel, and your sex's glory, What thing hath mouth to feed, but eyes to see?

It shall suffice, if you for me be sorry,
O that a tyrapt then should me deprave,
Of that, which else all living creatures have !

Reading my legend builded by his verse,

Which must hereafter serre me for a herse. " Whilst get the light did mitigate my moan,

Be you the pattern, by whose perfect view,
Tears found a mean to sound my sorrows deep,

Like your fair self he wisely may me make,
But now (ab me!) that comfort being gone, For sure alive none fitter is than you,
By wanting eyes wherewith I erst did weep, Whose form unspotted Chastity may take:
My cares alone concealed I must keep.

Be you propitious, for whose only sake,
O God, that blindness, dark’ning all delight,

For me, I know, he'll gladly do his best, Should above all things give my sorrow sight!

So you and I may equally be blest.

Bright Rosamond exceedingly is graced,

This tattling gossip hath a thousand eyes, Enrolled in the register of Fame,

Her airy body hath as many wings; Nay, in our sainted calendar is placed,

Now about Earth, now up to Heav'n she flies, By him who strives to stellify ber name,

And here and there with every breath she fings, Yet will the modest say, she was to blame: Hither and thither lies and tales she brings;

Though full of state, and pleasing be his rhyme, Nothing so secret, but to her appeareth,
Yet all his skill cannot excuse her crime.

So doth she credit every thing she lieareth. The wife of Shore wins general applause,

And princes' ears stand open to report, Finding a pen laborious in her praise.

All strive to blaze a beauty to a king, Elstred reviv'd to plead her pitied cause,

Which is the only subject of a court, After the envy of so many days;

Whither Faine carries, and whence she doth bring, And happy's he their glory high'st can raise. And which of either she doth loudly ring ; Thus the loose wanton liked is of many :

Thither (ah!) me unhappily she brought, Vice still finds friends, but Virtue seldom any. Where I my bane unfortunately caught. To vaunt of my nobility were rain,

There stood my beauty boldly for the prize, Which were, I know, not better'd of the best, Where the most clear and perfect judgments be'; Nor would beseemn an Honourable strain,

And of the same the most judicial eyes And me a maiden fits not of the rest :

Did give the goal impartially to me: All transitory titles I detest,

So did I stand unparallell’d and free; A virtuous life I meau to boast alone;

And, as a comet in the evening sky, Our birth's our sires, our virtues be our own. Strook with amazeinent every wond'ring eye. 'Thou that dost fetch thy long descent from kings, Which soon possess'd me of imperial Joha, If from the gods derived thoa could'st be,

And of my sor’reign, him my subject made; And show'st th' achievements of those wond'rous By this his freedom was quite overthrown, things,

Him and his powers this wholly did invade, Whịch thou thyself then lived'st not to see, From this no reason could the king dissuade; These were their own, and not belong, to thee, This taught his eyes their due attendance still,

If thou dost stain that honour which was theirs, This held the reins which overrul'd his will. Who could not leave their virtues to their heirs.

When my grave father, great that time in court, Heaven pour'd down more abundance on my birth, And by his blood thought equal to the best, Than it before had usually bestow'd,

Having his ear oft struck with this report, And was in me so bountiful to Earth,

Which, as ill news, it hardly conld digest; As though her very utmost she had show'd, And on my good since all his hopes did rest, Her graces so immeasurably Now'd,

Ile soon pursu'd it by those secret spies, That such a shape, with such a spirit inspir'd, Which still in court attend the prince's eyes Even of the wisest made me most admir'd.

And to the world although he seem'd to sleep, Upon my brow sat Beauty in her pride,

Yet sought he then the king's intent to sound, To her beholders minist'ring her law,

And to himself as secrets he did keep, And to them all her bounties so divide,

What his foresight had providently found; As did to her their due attention draw;

So well this wise ford could conccal his wound: And yet mine eye did keep her so in awe,

Yet wiselier cast how dang'rous it might As that which only could true virtues measure,

prove, Ordain'd by Nature to preserve her treasure. To cross the course of this impatient lore. My carriage such, as did content the wise;

For as he found how violent a flame My tongue did that sweet decency retain,

My youth had kindled in this lustful king; As of the younger was not deem'd precise,

So found he too, if he should stop the same, Nor of the aged was accounted vaiu,

Upon us both what mischief it might bring : So well instructed to observe the mean,

Which known to hiin so dangerous a thing, As if in Nature there were scarce that good, He thought to prove how he could me persuade,

Which wanted in the temper of my blood. Ere for my safety further means he made. In me so did she her perfections vary,

“Dear girl," quoth he, “thou seest who doth await As that the least allow'd not of compare,

T'entrap thy beauty, bred to be thy foe,
And yet so well i'm teach me them to carry ; That is so fair and delicate a bait,
Than they could be, as made them seem more As every eye itself would here bestow,
rare,

Whose pow'r the king too sensibly doth know: Or in my portion would have done to share ; Of his desire that what the end may be,

Or in her grace would none should be but I, Thy youth may fear, my knowledgo doth foreWhich she had made the minion of the sky.

see. Whence Fame began my heauty first to blaze, Think how thou liv'st here publicly in court, And soon becatne too lavish in the same :

Whose privilege doth every mean protect, For she so stuff'd her trumpet with my praise, Where the ensample of the greater sort That every place was fill'd up with my name, Doth more than opportunity effect, For which, Report, thou too wert much to blame: None thriving here that stand upon respect; But to thy doom is Beauty snbject still,

Being a lottery whereat few do win, Which hath been cause of many ladies' illa And yet'tbose seldom neither, but by sin

" Here every day thou hast to tempt thy sight, For since all former practices did fail,
All that the youth to pleasure may provoke, Nor to his mind aught kindly took effect,
That still at hand, wherein thou tak'st delight, He with himself resolv'd me to assail,
Which with thy sex doth strike two great a stroke, And other meaus duth utterly neglect :
Having withal imperious power thy cloke,

In spite what fear could any way object, With such strong reasons on his part pro His courage noth all hindrances confute, pounded,

And, me accosting, thus commenc'd his suit: As may leave Virtue seemingly confounded.

Know, girl," quoth he, “that Nature thee or" Many the ways that lead thee to thy fall,

dained,

(bring, But to thỹ safety few or none to guide thee,

(As her bravist piece, when she to light would And when thy danger is the great’st of all,

Wherein her foriner workmanship she stained) Ev'n then thy succour is the most deny'd thee :

Qnly a gift to gratify a king, Sundry the means from Virtue to divide thee,

And from all other, as a seld-seen thing, Having withal mortality about thee,

Seal'd thee a charter dated at thy birth, Frailty within, temptation near without thee.

To be the fair'st that e'er was made of earth. “The lecher's tongue is never void of guile,

“ Hoard not thy beauty, when thou hast such store: Nor wants he tears, when he would win his prey ;

Wer't not great pity it should thus lie dead,

Which by thy lending might be made much more? The subtil'st tempter hath the smoothest style,

(For by the use should every thing be ted) Sireps sing s* etliest when they would betray:

Yea, and to himn so hard for thee bestead, Lust of itself had never any stay,

Yet no more less ned than the Sun, whose sight, Nor to contain it, bounds cuuld have devised,

Though it ligbt all things, loseth not his light. But most when fill'd, is least of all sufficed.

“ From those two stars such streams of lightning “ And to avail his pleasure is there aught,

glide, That such a prince hath not withiu his power?

As through men's eyes do pierce the flintiest heart, And thus be sure he'll leave no means unsought, Which thou by closing striv'st in vain to hide, Soft golden drops did pierce the brazen tow'r, For through their lids their subtle rays do dart, Watching th'adrantage of each fitting hour, Such power wise Nature did to them impart; Where every minute serves to do amiss,

Those two bright planets, clearer than the seven, • Thy baneful poison spiced with thy bliss.

That with their splendour light the world to “ And when this lustful and unbridled rage,

Heaven. Which in him now doth violently reigo,

“ Were Art so curious in herself to know Time shall by much satiety assuage,

Thy rare perfections rightly in their kind,
Then shall thy fault apparent be and plain, In beauty thy divinity to show,
To after-ages ever to remain :

Oh! it were able to transport the mind,
Sin in a chain leads on her sister Shame, Beyond the bounds by Heaven to it assign'd:
And both in gyves are fetter'd to Defame.

But oh! in thee their excellence is such,

As thought cannot ascend to, once to touch. “ Kings use their loves as garments they have

“ He is thy king, who is become thy subject; worn, Or as the meat whereon they full have fed : Sometime thy lord, now servant to thy love; The saint once gone, who doth the sbrine adorn ? Thy angel' beauties be his only object,

Who for thy sake a thousand deaths dares prove. Or what is nectar, on the ground if shed ? What prince's wealth redeems thy maidenhead,

A prince's pray’r should much compassion move

Let wolves and bears be cruel in their kinds, Which should be held as precious as thy breath, Whose dissolution consummates thy death?

But women meek, and have relenting minds.

« Vouchsafe to look upon these brimful eyes, “ The stately eagle from his highest stand,

With tides of tears continually frequented, Through the thin air the fearful fowl doth smite,

Where Love without food hunger-starven lies, Yet scorns to touch it lying ongthe land,

Which to betray me traitorously consented, When he hath felt the sweet of his delight,

And for the fact being lawfully convented, But leaves the same a prey to every kite.

Is in these waters judg'd to have his being, With much we surfeit, plenty makes us poor,

For his presumption thro' these eyes thee seeing. The wretched Indian scorns the golden ore."

“ Sit thou commanding under mine estate, When every period pointing with a tear,

Having thy temples honour'd with my crown, He in my bosom made so wide a breach,

A beauty destin'd for no meaner fate, As it each precept firinly fixed there,

And make the proud'st to tremble with a frown, His counsel as continually to preach,

Raise whom thou wilt, cast whom it please thee My father so effectually could teach ;

Be thou alone the rect'ress of this isle, [down: So that his words I ever after found,

With all the titles I can thee enstile. As grav'd on an inviolable ground.

“What if my queen, repining at our bliss, The king, wliose love deluded was the while, Thee, as did Juno Jove's dear darling, keep? Yet in his bosom bare this quenchless fire,

Mine l'll preserve, as that great god did his; Finding his hopes like fatt'rers to beguile,

Wise Mercury lullid Argus' eyes to sleep: And not one jot to further his desire,

Love ever laughs, when Jealousy doth weep. But gone thus far, he meant not to retire ;

When most she stirs, my pow'r shall keep ber

under, And thinks, if fity he could find but place, His words bad power to purchase bim my grace. She may raise storms, but I do rule the thunder," VOL IV.

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