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“ He who does blindly soar at Rhodalind, [ease ; | Now Goltho mourns, yet not that Birtha's fair,

Mounts, like seel'd doves, still higher from his Or that the duke shuns empire for a bride; And in the last of empire he may finde,

But that himself must joyn love to despair ; High hope does better than fruition please. Himself who loves her, and his love inust hide, “ The victor's solid recompence is rest;

He curs'd that him the wounded hither brought And 'tis unjust that chiefs, who pleasure shunn,

From Oswald's field, where, though he wounds Toyling in youth, should be in age opprest With greater toyles, by ruling what they wonn. In tempting death, and here no danger sought,

Yet here meet worse than death in beauty's shape. “ Here all reward of conquest I would finde,

He was unus'd to love, as bred in warres,
Leave shining thrones for Birtha in a shade;
With Nature's quiet wonders fill my minde,

And not till now for beauty leasure had;
And praise her most, because she Birtha 'made." Yet bore love's load, as youth bears other cares,

Till new despair makes love's old weight too sad.
Now Astragon (with joy suffic'd) perceiv'd

But Ulfinore does hither aptly come, How nobly Heav'n for Birtha did provide;

His second breast, in whom hís griefs' excesse Oft had he for her parted mother grier'd,

He may ebb out, where they o'reflow at home ; But can this joy, less than that sorrow, hide.

Sach griefs, as thus in throngs for utt'rance press. With leares bids Gondibert to Heav'n's eie make

“ Forgive me, that so falsly am thy friend!
All good within, as to the world he seems; No more our hearts for kindness shall contest;
And in gain'd Birtha then from Hymen take

Since mine I hourly on another spend,
All youth can wish, and all his age esteems. And now imbrace thee with an empty brest.
Straight to his lov'd philosophers be hies,

“ Yet pard'ning me, you cancel Nature's fault, Who now at Nature's councel busy are

Who walks with her first force in Birtha's shape; To trace new lights, which some old gazer spies, And when she spreads the net to have us caught,

Whilst the duke seeks more busily his starre. It were in youth presumption to escape. But in her search, he is by Goltho stay'd, “ When Birtha's grief so comely did appear,

Who in a close dark covert foldes his armes; Whilst she beheld our wounded duke's distresse; His eies with thoughts grow darker than that shade, Then first my alter'd heart began to fear, (sesse." Such thoughts as yielding breasts with study Least too much love should friendship dispos

But this whilst Ulfinore with sorrow hears, Fix'd to unheeded object is his eie !

Him Goltho's busier sorrow little heeds; His sences he calls in, as if t'improve,

And though he could replie in sighs and tears, By outward absence, inward extacie,

Yet governs both, and Goltho thus proceeds: Such as makes prophets, or is made by love. “ To Love's new dangers I have gone unarm'd, " Awake!” (said Gondibert) “ for now in vain

I lack'd experience why to be affraid ; Thou dream'st of sov'raignty and war's success;

Was too unlearn'd to read whom Love had harm'd,

But have his will, as Nature's law, obay'd.
Hope nought has left, which worth should wish to
And all ambition is but hope's excess. (sain ; " Th' obedient and defencelesse, sare, no law.

Afflicts, for law is their defence and pow'r; " Bid all our worthys to unarm, and rest !

Yet me, Love's sheep, whom rigour needs not av,
For they have nought to conquer worth their

Wolf-love, because defencelesse, does derour:
I have a father's right in Birtha's breast, [care;
And that's the peace for which the wise make

“ Gives me not time to perish by degrees,

But with despair does me at once destroy;

For none who Gondibert a lover sees,
At this starts Goltho, like some army's chief, Thinks he would love, but where he may enjoy.
Whoin, unintrench'd, a midnight larum sakes;

“ Birtha he loves; and I from Birtha fear By pawse then gave disorder'd sence relief,

Death, that in rougher figure I despise !" And thisreply with kindled passion makes :

This Ulfinore did with distemper hear, “ What means my prince to make so low a boast, Yet with dissembled temp'rance thus replies : Whose merit may aspire to Rhodalind?

“ Ah, Goltho! who love's feaver can asswage? For who could Birtha iniss if she were lost,

For though familiar seem that old disease, That shall:by worth the other's treasure find ?

Yet, like religion's fit, when people rage, " When your high blood and conquests shall submit Few cure those evils which the patient please,

To such mean joys, in this upminded shade, " Nature's religion, love, is still perverse, Let courts, without Heav'n's lamp, in darkness sit,

And no commerce with cold discretion hath ; And war become the lowly shepheard's trade. For if discretion speak when love is fierce, “ Birtha (a harmless country ornament!)

"l'is war'd by love, as reason is by faith.” May be bis bride, that's born himself to serve ; As Gondibert left Goltho when he beard But you must pay that blood your army spent, His saint profan'd, as if soine plague were nie; And wed that empire which our wounds de So Goltho now leaves Ulfinore, and fear'd serve."

To share such veng'ance, if he did not flie. This brought the cuke's swift anger to his eies, How each at home o’re-rates his miserie,

Which his considrate heart rebuk'd as faste; And thinks that all are musical abroad, He Goltho chid, in that he nought replies, Unfetter'd as the windes, whilst oncly he, Leaves him, and Birtha seeks with lover's haste.

Of all the glad and licens'd world, is ar'd.





And as cag'd birds are by the fowler set

Where I on Lombard monuments have read To call in more, whilst those that taken be,

Old lovers' names, and their fam'd ashes spy'd ; May think (though they are pris'ners in the net)

But less can learn by knowing they are dead, Th’incag'd, because they sing, sometimes are

And such their tombes ; than, how they liv'd, free.

and dy'd. So Goltho (who by Ulfinore was brought

To Paphos flie! and leave me sullen here ! Here, where he first love's dangers did perceive This lamp shall light me to records which give In beauty's field) thinks, tho' himself was caught, To future youth so just a cause of feare,

Th’inviter safe, because not heard to grieve. That it will valour seem to dare to live !
But Ulfinore (whom neighbourhood led here)

Impressions took before from Birtha's sight;
Ideas which in silence hidden were,
As Heav'n's designes before the birth of light.

This from his father Ulfin he did hide,

Who, strict to youth, would not permit the best
Reward of worth, the bosome of a bride,

Should be but after vertuous toyles possest.
For Ulfinore, (in blooming honour yet)

Tho' he had learnt the count'nance of the foe, And tho' his courage could dull armys whet, The care o’re crouds, nor conduct could not The people, left by Gartha, leave to mouro, know:

And worship Hermegild for her return. Nor varie batails' shapes in the foes' view;

The wounded Hurgonil by Orna cur'd; But now in forraigne fields meanes to improve

Their loyal loves by marriage plight assurd. His early arts, to what his father knew,

In Laura's lasty change love's pow'r appears, That merit so might get him leave to love. And Tybalt seeks the kindness which he fears. Till then, check'd passion shall not venture forth : And now retires with a disorder'd heart;

When sad Verona saw in Gartha's shape Griev'd, least his rival should by early'r worth

Departed peace brought back, the court they Get love's reward, ere he can gain desert.

prais'd; But stop we here, like those who day-light lack, And seem'd so joy'd as cities which escape Or as misguided travailers that rove,

A siege, that by their own brare sallies rais'd. Oft finde their way by going somewhat back;

And Hermegild, to make her triumph long, So let's return, thou ill conductor, Love!

Thro' all the streets his chariot slowly drove; Thy little wanton godhead, as my guide,

Whilst she endures the kindness of the throng, I have attended many a winter night,

Tho' rude, as was their rage, is now their love. To seek whom time for honour's sake would hide, On Hermegild (so longingly desir'd [gaze; Since in mine age sought by a wasted light : From Hubert's camp) with childish eyes they

They worship now, what late they but adinir'd, But ere my remnant of life's lamp be spent,

And all his arts to mighty magick raise.
Whilst I in lab'rinths stray amongst the dead ;
I mean to recollect the paths I went,

On both they such abundant blessings throw,
And judge from thence the steps I am to tread.

As if those num'rons priests who here reside,

(Loath to out-live this joy) assembled now Thy walk (though as a common deitie

In haste to bless the laytie e're they dyde. The crowd does follow thee) misterious grows, Thus dignify'd and crown'd thro' all the streets, For Rhodalind may now closs mourner die,

To court they come, where them wise Aribert Since Gondibert, too late, her sorrow knows.

Not weakly with a publick passion meets; Young Hurgonil above dear light prefers

But in his open'd face conceal'd his heart. Calm Orna, who his highest love outloves; With mod’rate joy he took this pledge of peace, Yet envious clouds in Lombard registers (prores. Because great joys infer to judging eyes O'recast their morn, what e're their evening The minde distress'd before ; and in distress,

Thrones, which are jealous forts, think all are For fatal Laura, trusty Tybalt pines ;

For baughty Gartha, subtle Hermegild;
Whilst she her beauty, youth, and birth declines ; | Yet, by degrees, a soul delighted showes
And as to fate, does to ambition yield.

To Gartha, whom he leads to Rhodalind;

And soon to Hermegild as artless grows Great Gondibert, to bashful Birtha bends,

As maids, and like successful lovers kind. Whom she adores like vertue in a throne;

And Rhodalind, though bred to daily sight Wbilst Ulfinore and Goltho (late vowd friends

Of court's feign'd faces, and pretended hearts, By bim) are now his rivals, and their owne.

(In which disguises courts take no delight, Through ways thus intricate to lovers' urnes

But little mischiefs shun by little arts.) Thou leadst me, love, to show thy trophies past; Where Time (less cruel than thy godhead) mournes Written by the author during his imprison

lo ruines which thy pride would have to last. ment,

She, when she Gartha saw, no kindness feign'd, " In pitty's passion you unvail'd your miude ; But faithfully her former rage excus'd ;

Let him not fall, whom you did help to climbe ; For now she others' sorrows entertain'd,

Nor seem, by being bashful, so unkinde As if to love, a maid's first sorrow, us'd.

As if you think your pitty was a crime. Yet did her first with cautious gladness meet, O useless shame! officious bashfulness !

Then soon from graye respect to fondness grew; To kisses in their taste and odour sweet,

Vertue's vain signe, which onely there appears

Where vertue grows erroneous by excess, [fears. As Hybla hony, or Arabian dew.

And shapes more sins thau frighted conscience And Gartha, like an eastern monarch's bride, This publick love with bashful homage took ;

“ Your blushes, which to meer complexion grow, For she had learn'd from Hermegild to hide

Yon must as nature, not as vertue, own; A rising heart behind a falling look.

And for your open'd lore, you but blush so Thus, mask'd with meekness, she does much intreat

As goiltless roses blush that they are blown. A pardon for that storm her sorrow rais'd ; “As well the Morn (whose essence poets made, Which Rhodalind more sues she would forget, And gave her bashful eyes) we may believe Unless to have so just a sorrow prais'd.

Does blush for what she secs through night's thin Soon is this joy thro' all the court dispers’d;

shade, So high they value peace, who daily are

As that you can for love discover'd griere. In pride's invasions, private faction, vers'd ; “ Arise! and all the flowers of ev'ry mead The small but fruitful seed of publick warre.

(Which, weeping through your stills, my health Whilst thus sweet peace had others' joys assur'd,

restor'd) Orna with hopes of sweeter love was pleas'd ; Bring to the temple to adorn your head, For of war's wounds brave Huryonil was cur'l, And there, where you did worship, le ador'd.” And those of love, which deeper reach'd, were eas'd.

This with a low regard (but voice rais'd high In both these cures her soy'raign help appears,

By joys of love) be spake; and not less kinde

Was now (ent'ring with pative harmony, Since, as her double patient, he receiv'd,

Like forward spring) the blooming Rhoda lind. For bloody wounds, balm from her precious tears,

And bloodless wounds of love her vowes reliev’d. Like summer, goodly Gartha, fully blown; She let no med'cinal Bow'r in quiet grow,

Laura, like autumn, with as ripe a look ; No art lie bid, nor artist ease his thought,

But show'd, by some chill griefs, her Sun was gon, No fane be shut, no priest from altars goe,

Arnold, from whom she life's short glory took. Nor in Heav'n's quire no saint remain unsought; Like winter, Hirmegild; yet not so gray Nor more her eyes could ease of sleep esteem, And cold, but that his fashion seem'd to boast,

Than skrep can the world's eye, the Sun, conceal; That even weak winter is allow'd some day. Nor breath'd she but in vows to Heav'n, or him, And the ayre cleer, and healthfull in a frost. Till Heav'n and she bis diff'rent wounds did heal.

All these, and Tybalt too, (unless a spy But now she needs those ayds she did dispence; He be, watcbing who thrives in Laura's sight);

For scarce her cures were on him perfect grown, Came hither, as in kinde conspiracy, E're shame afficts her for that diligence,

To hasten Orna to her marriage plight. Whica loze had in her fits of pitty shown,

And now the priests prepare for this high vow When she, (though made of cautious bashfulness) Whilst him in wounds a smarting feaver burn'd, To which the sequent koot they not allow,

All rites, that to their lawes can add a grace ; Invok'd remotest aydes to his redress, And with a loud ungovern'd kindness mourn'd.

Till a spent morn recovers all her face. When o're him then, whilst parting life she ru'd, And now the streets like summer meads appear ! Her kisses faster (though unknown before)

For with sweet strewings maids left gardens bare, Than blossomes fall on parting spring she strew'd ;

As lovers wish their sweeter busomes were,
Than blossomes sweeter, and in number more. When hid unkindly by dishevel'd haire.
But now when from her busic maid she knew And Orna now (importun'l to possess
How wildly grief had led her love abroad,

Her long wish'd joys) breaks thru' her blushes sq, Unmask'd to all, she her own pris'ner grew; As the fair Morn breaks through her rosyness,

By shame, a virgin's native conscience, aw'd. And from a like guilt did their blushes grov. With undirected eyes, which careless rove,

She thinks her love's high sickness now appears With thoughts too singly to her self confin'd,

A fit so weak, as does no med cine need; She, blushing, starts at her remember'd love,

So soon society can cure those feares And grieves the world had eyes, when that was

On which the coward, Solilude, does feed. blind. Sad darkness, which does other virgins fright,

They with united joy blest Hurgonil Now boldly and alone, she entertain'd;

And Orna to the sacred temple bring; And shuns her lover, like the traytor, light,

Whilst all the court in triumph show their skill, Till he her curtains drew, and thus complain'd:

As if long bred by a triumphant king. “Why, bashfull maid, will you your beauty hide, Such dayes of joy, before the marriage day,

Because your fairer mind, your love, is known? The Lombards long by custome had embrac't; So jewellers conceal, with artful pride,

Custom, which all, rather than law obey, Their second Health, after the best is shown. For lawes by force, customes by pleasure, last.

And wisely ancients, by this needfull snare This seem'd to breed some strangeness in her eyes, Of gilded joys, did bide such bitterness

Which like a wanton wonder there began; As most in marriage swallow with that care, But straight sbe in the lower closet spies

Which bashfully the wise will ne'r confess. Th' accomplish'd dress and garments of a man. 'Tis statesmen's musick, who state's fowlers be, Then starting, she her hand shrunk nicely back,

And singing birds, to catch the wilder, set; As if she had been stung, or that she fear'd So briug in more to tame society ;

This garment was the skin of that old snake, For wedlock, to the wilde, is the state's net. Which at the fatal tree like man appear'd. And this loud joy, before the marriage rites, The ambitious maid at scornfull distance stood,

Like battail's musick which to fights prepare, And bravely seem'd of love's low vices free; Many to strife and sad success invitez ;

Though vicious in her minde, not in her blood : For marriage is too oft but civil warr.

Ambition is the minde's immodestie ! A truth too amply known to those who read He knew great mindes, disorder'd by mistake,

Great Hymen's roles, tho' he from lovers' eyes Defend, thro' pride, the errours they repent; Hides his most tragick stories of the dea', (rise. And with a lover's fearfulness he spake

Least all, like Goths, should 'gainst his temples Thus hunbly, that extremes he might prevent: And thou (wbat ere thou art, who dost perchance, “ How ill (delightfull maid !) shall I deserve

With a hot reader's haste, this song pursue) My life's last fiame, fed by your beauty's fire, Mayst finde, too soon, thou dost too far advance, If I shall vex your vertues, that preserve And wish it all unread, or else untrue.

Others' weak vertues, which would else expire. For it is sung, (though by a mourning voice) How, more than death, shall I my life despise, That in the ides before these lovers had,

When your fear'd frowns make me your service With Hymen's publick band, confirm’d their choice,

fear! A cruel practise did their peace invade.

When I scarce dare to say, that the disguise For Hermegild too studiously foresaw

You shrink to see, you must vouchsafe to wear. The count's allyance with the duke's high blood, “ So rude a law your int'rest will impose ; Might from the Lombards such affection draw, And solid int'rest must not yield to shame: As could by Hubert never be withstood.

Vain shame, which fears you should such honour

As lasts but by intelligence with fame. And he in haste with Gartha does retire,

[lose Where thus his breast he opens to prevent,

“ Number, which makes opinion law, can turn That Hynie n's hallow'd torch may not take fire, This sbape to fashion, which you scorn to use, When all these lesser lights of joy are spent: Becanse not by your sex as fashion worn;

And fashion is but that which numbers choose. “ High Heaven(from whose best lights your beauty grows,

“ If you approve what numbers lawful think, Born high, as highest mindes) preserve you still

Be bold, for number cancels bashfulness, From such, who then appear resistless foes, Extremes, from which a king would blushing shrink,

When they allyance joyn to armes and skill! Unblushing senates act as no excess." “ Most by conjunction planets harmfull are ; Thus he his thoughts (the picture of his minde) So rivers joyning overflow the land,

By a dark vayle to sudden sight deny's, And forces joyn’d inake that destructive warre, That she might prise what seem'd so hard to finde;

Which else our common conduct may withstand. For curtains promise worth in what they hide. “ Their knees to Hurgonil the people bow,

He said her manhood would not strange appear And worship Orna in her brother's right;

In court, where all the fashion is disguise ; They must be sever'd, or like palms will grow, Where masquerades are serious all the year : Which, planted near, out-climbe their native None known but strangers, nor secure but spies. height

All rules be reads of living great in courts, “ As windes, whose violence out-does all art, Which some the art of wise dissembling call; Act all unscen; so we as secretly

For pow'r (born to bave foes) much weight supe These branches of that cedar, Gon/libert,

ports Must force till his deep root in rising dy.

By their false strength who thrust to make it fall. “ If we make noise whilst our deep workings last, He bids her wear her beauty free as light;

Sach rumour thro' thick towns unheeded fies, By cares as open be to all endeer'd; As winds thro' woods, and we (our great work past) | For the unthinking croud judge by their sight, Like winds will silence tongues, and scape from And seem half eas'd, when they are fully heard, eges."

He shuts her breast even from familiar eyes; E're this dark lesson she was clearer taught,

For he v ho secrets (pow'r's chief treasure) spends His enter'd slaves place at her rev'renc'd feet To purchase friendship, friendship dearly buys : A spacious cabinet, with all things fraught,

Since pow'r seeks great confed’rates, more than Which seem'd for wearing artful, rich, and sweet.

friends. With leisurely delight she by degrees

And now with councels more particular, Lifts ev'ry till, does ev'ry drawer draw;

He taught her how to wear tow'rdes Rhodalind But nought which to her sex belongs she sees, Her looks, which of the minde false pictures are ;

And for the male all nice adoraments saw. And then how Orna may believe her kinde.


How Laura too may be (whose practis'd eyes, Nor force of arms or arts (O Love !) endures

Can more detect the shape of forward love) Thy mightyness; and since we must discern By treaty caught, though not by a surprise, Diseases fully e're we study cures,

Whose aid would precious to her faction prove. And our own force by others' weakness learn ; But here he ends his lecture, for he spy'd Let me to courts and camps thy agent be,

(Adorn'd, as if to grace magnifique feasts) Where all their weakness and diseases spring Bright Rhodalind, with the elected bride, From their not knowing, and not hon'ring thee

And with the bride all her selected guests. In those, who Nature in they triumphs sing. They Gartha in their civil pity sought,

Whom they in midst of triumphs mist, and feare
Least her full breast (with Hubert's sorrows fraught)

She, like a mourner, came to empty here.
But she and Hermegild are wilde with hast,

As traytors are whom visitants surprise;
Decyph’ring that which fearfully they cast

In some dark place, where viler treason lies.
So open they the fatal cabinet,

Whilst Birtha and the duke their joyes persue To shut things slighter with the consequent ;

In conqu’ring love, Fate does theon both subdue Then soon their rally'd looks in posture set,

With triumphs, which from court young Orgo

brought; And boldly with them to their triumphs went.

And hare in Goltho greater triumphs wrought : "Tybalt, who Laura gravely ever led,

Whose hopes the quiet Ulfinore does bear
With ceaseless whispers laggs behinde the train, With patience feign'd, and with a hidden fear.
Trys, since her wary governour is dead,
How the fair fort he may by treaty gaio.

Tue prosp'rous Gondibort from Birtha gains
For now unhappy Arnold she forsakes,
Yet is he blest that she does various prove,

All bashful plights a maid's first bounties give;

Fast vows, which binde Love's captives more thas When his spent heart for no unkindness askes,

chains, Since from the light as sever'd as from love.

Yet free Love's saints in chosen bondage live. Yet as in storms and sickness newly gon,

Few were the dayes, and swiftly seem'd to waste, Some clouds a while and strokes of faintness last; Which thus he in his minde's fruition spent ; So, in her brow, so much of grief is shown,

And least some envious cloud should overcast As shows a tempest or a sickness past.

His love's fair morn, oft to bis camp he sent, But him no more with suclı sad eyes she seeks,

To Bergamo, where still intrenched were As even at feasts would make old tyrants weep ; Those youth, whom first his father's army bred; Nor more attempts to wake him with such shreeks, Who ill the rumour of his wounds did bear, As threatned all where Death's deaf pris'ners Tho' he that gave them of his own be dead. sleep.

And worse those haughty threat'nings they abhor, Hugo and him, as leaders, now she names,

Which Fame from Brescia's ancient fighters Not much as lovers does their fame approve;

brought ; Nor her own fate, but chance of battel blames,

Vain Fame, the people's trusted orator, [wrought. As if they dy'd for honour, not for love.

Whose speech (too fuent) their mistakes has This Tybalt saw,

and findes that the turn'd stream Oft Goltbo with his temp'rate councels went, Came fairly flowing to refresh bis heart;

To quench whom Fame to dangʻrous fury warm'd, Yet could he not forget the kinde estcem

Till temp'rately his dangers they resent, She lately had of Arnold's high desert.

And think him safest in their patience arm'd. Nor does it often scape his memory,

And safe now is his love, as love could be, How gravely he had vow'd, that if her eyes,

If all the world like old Arcadia were ; After such showres of love, were quickly drie,

Honour the monarch, and all lovers free He would them more than lamps in tumbs

From jcalousie, as safety is from fear. despise.

And Birtha's heart does to his civil breast And whilst be watch'd like an industrious spy As much for ease and peace, as safety come;

Her sexe's changes, and revolts of youth, For there 'tis serv'd and treated as a guest, He still reviv'd this vou as solemnly,

But watch'd, and taught, and often chid at home. As senates count'nance laws, or synods truth.

Like great and good confed'rates, whose designe But men are frail, more glass than women are ! lovades not others, but secures their own,

Tybalt, who with a stay'd judicious heart So they in just and vertuous hopes combine, Would love, grows vain amidst his gravest care : Aud are, like new confed’rates, busie grown. Love, free by oature, scorns the bonds of art!

With whisper earnest, and now grave with thought, Laura (whose fort be by approach would gain) They walk consulting, standing they debate;

With a weak sigh blows up his mine, and smiles, And then seek shades, where they in vaine are Gives fire but with her eye, and he is slain;

sought Or treats, and with a whisper him beguiles. By servants, who intrude and think they waite.

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