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In this great league, their most important care “ Thy diligence" (said he) " is high desert,
Was to dispatch their rites; yet so provide, It does in youth supply defects of skil, That all the court might think them free as agre, And is of duty the most useful part ;
When fast as faith they were by Hymen ty'd. Yet art thou now but slow to Hurgonil: “ For if the king” (said he) “ our love surprise, Who híther, by the Moon's imperfect light, His stormy rage will it rebellion call,
Came and return'd, withont the help of day, Who claims to choose the brides of his allys, To tell me he has Orna's virgin plight,
And in that storm our joys in blossome fall. And that their nuptials for my presence stay." “ Our love your cautious father onely knowes, Orgo reply'd : “ Though that a triumph be,
(On whose safe prudence senates may depend) Where all false lovers are, like savage kings, And Goltho, who to time few reck’nings owes, Led captive after love's great victory, Yet can discharge all duties of a friend."
It does but promise what your triumph brings. Such was his minde, and hers (more busy) shows " It was the eve to this your holy-day!
That bonds of love doe make her longer fast And now Verona mistriss does appear Than Hymen's knot, as plain religion does, Of Lombardy; and all the flowers which May Longer than rites (religion's fashions) last.
E're wore, does as the countrie's favours wear. That her discretion somewhat does appeare, “ T'he weary Eccho from the bills makes haste,
Since she can love, her mind's chief beauty, hide; Vex'd that the bells still call for her replies, Which never farther went than Thula's eare, When they so many are, and ring so faste;
Who had (alas !) but for that secret di'de. Yet oft are silenc'd by the people's cries : That she already had disguises fram'd, [side; “ Who send to Heav'n the name of Rhodalind,
And sought out caves, where she miglit close re And then duke Gondibert as high they raise, As being nor unwilling nor asham'd
To both with all their publick passion kinde, To live his captive, so she die his bride.
If kindnesse shine in wishes and in praise. Full of themselves, delight them onward leads, “ The king this day made your adoption known, Where in the front was to remoter view
Proclaim'd you to the empire next ally'd, Exalted bills, and nearer prostrate meads,
As heir to all bis conquests and his crown, With forrests flanck'd, where sbade to darkness For royal Rhodalind must be your bride." grew.
Not all the dangers valour findes in war, Beneath that shade two rivers slily steal,
Love meets in courts, or pride to courts procures, Through narrow walks, to wider Adice,
When sick with peace they hot in faction are, Who swallows both, till proudly she does swell,
Can make such fears as now the duke endures. And hastes to show her beauty to the sea. Nor all those fears which ev'ry maid has found, And here, whilst forth he sends bis ranging eie, On whose first guards Love by surprises steals,
Orgo he spies, who plies the spur so fast, (Whose sightless arrow makes a cureless wound) As if with newes of vict'ry he would fie
Are like to this which doubtful Birtha feels. To leave swift Fame behinde him by his haste. He from his looks wild wonder strives to chase; " If,”' (said the duke) “ because this boy is come,
Strives more to teach his manhood to resist I second gladness show, doc not suppose
Death in her eyes; and then, with all the grace I spread my breast to give new comforts roome,
Of seeming pleasure, Orgo lie dismist. That were to welcome rain where Nylus flowes. And Orgo being gone, low as her knees " Though the unripe appearance of a page
Could fall, she fell; and soon he bends as low For weighty trust, may render him too weak,
With weight of heart, griev'd that no grave he sees,
To sink where love no more can sorrow know. Yet this is he, who, more than cantious age,
Or like calm death, will bury what we speak. Her sighs, as showrs lay windes, 'arc calmd with “ 'This, Birtha, is the boy, whose skilless face
tears ; Is safe from jealousie of oldest spies;
And parting life seems stay'd awhile to take lo whom, by whisper, we from distant place
A civil leare, whilst her pale visage wears May meet, or wink our meaning to his eyes." A cleerer sky, and thus she weeping spake : More had he said to gain him her esteem,
“ Since such a prince has forfeited his pow'r, But Orgo enters speechless with his speed; Heav'u give me leave to make my duty less, And by his looks more full of haste did seem, Let me my vows as sudden oathes abhor, Than when his spurs prorok'd his flying stee:).
Which did my passion, not my truth, express. And with his first recover'd breath he cryes:
" Yet yours I would not think were counterfeit, “llail, my lov'd lord! who! Fame does vallue But rather ill and rashly understood; That when she swift with your successes fies, [so, For 'tis impossible I can forget
She feares to wrong the world in being slow. So soon, that once you fatally were good. " I bring you more than tasta of Fortune's love, • Tho'crnel now as beasts where they have pow'rg Yet am afraid I err, in having dar'd
Choosing, like them, to make the weakest bleed, To think her favours could your gladness move,
For weakness soon invites you to devour, Who have more worth than Fortune can reward." And a subinission gives you ease to feed. The duke, with smiles, forewarns his hasty tongue, “To fighting fields send all your honour back,
As loath he should proceed in telling more; To courts your dang’rous tongue and civil shape, Kindly afraid to do his kindness wrong,
That country maids may men no more mistake, By bearing what he thought he know before. Nor seek dark death, that they may love escape." VOL. VI.
Now soon to Hear'n her soul had found the way, " If you lay spares, we err when we escape ;
(For there it oft had been in pray'r and praise) Since evil practise learns men to suspect But that his vous did life with loudness stay,
Where falshood is, and in your poble shape And life's warm help did soon her body raise. We should, by finding it, our skill detect. And now he gently leads her; for no more " Yet both your griefs l'le chide, as ignorance ; • He lets th'unhallow'd ground a faln flowre wear, Call you unthankful ; for your great griefs show Sweeter than Nature's bosome ever wore;
That Heav'n has never us'd you to mischance, And now these rows sends kindly to her ear : Yet rudely you repine to feel it now, “ If ( Birtha) I am false, think rone to blame
“ If your contextares be so weak and nice, For thinking truth (by which the soul subsists) Weep that this stormy world you ever knew; No farther to be found than in the name;
You are not in those calmes of Paradice, Ibink humane kind hetrajd even by their priests.
Where slender flowers as safe as cedars grew. " Think all my sex so vile, that you may chide
“ This, which your youth calls grief, was frowardThose maids who to your mother's nuptials ran;
In flatter'd infancy, avd as you beare [ness And praise your mother, who so early dy'de,
Unkindly now amidst youth's joys distress, Remembring whom she marry'd was a man.
So then, unless still rock'd, you froward were. “ This great court miracle you straight receive “ Grief's conflicts gave these haires their silver
shine; From Orgo, and your faith the whole allows : Why, since you Orgo's words so soon believe, (Torne ensignes which victorious age adorne) Will you less civilly suspect my vowes ?
Youth is a dress too garish and too fine
To be in foule tempestuous weather worne. “ My vowes, which want the temple's seal, will
“ Grief's want of use does dang'rous weakness binde
make; (Though private kept) surer than publick laws ; For laws but force the body, but my minde
But we by use of burdens are made strong, Your vertue conncels, whilst your beauty draws." And in our practis'd age can calmely take
Those sorrows which, like feavers, vex the young. Thus spake he, but his mourning looks did more Attest his grief, and fear does hers renew;
“When you in Love's fair books (which poets Now losing (were he lost) more than before, (true.
keep) For then she fear'd him false, now thinks him
Read what they hide, his tragick history,
You will rejoyce that balf your time is sleep, As sick physitians seldome their own art
And smile at Love when Nature bids you die. Dare trust, to cure their own disease, so these
« Learn then that Love's diseases common are; Were to themselves quite useless when apart;
Doe not in sickness known, (though new to you) Yet, by consult, each can the other ease.
Whilst vital beat does last, of cure despaire: But from themselves they now diverted stood; Love's vital heat does last wbilst love is true,"
For Orgo's newes (which need not borrow wings, Thus spake the kinde and prudent Astragon, Since Orgo for his lord believ'd it good) To Astragon the joyful houshold brings.
And much their kinde inipatience he appeasid;
For of his griefs (which heavier than their own But Astragon, with a judicious thought,
Were born by both) their dutious fears are eas'd. This day's glad news took in the dire portent; A day which mourning nights to Birtha brought,
She begs that he would pardon her distress, And with that fear in scarch of Birtha weut.
Thought that even sju which did his sorrow move;
And then, with all her mother's lowliness, And here he findes her in her lover's eyes,
His pardon craves for asking leave to love. And him in hers; both' more afficted groun At his approach, for each his sorrow spies,
The duke, who saw fair truth so undisguis'd,
and love in all, but love so unconcern'd, W'ho thus would counsel theirs, and hide his own.
Pitty'd the studious world, and all despis'd, “ Though much this fatall joy to anger moves,
Who did not herc unlearn what they had learn'da Yet reason's aydes shall anger's force subdue; I will not chide you for your basty loves,
I am reforin'd," (said he) " not that before Nor uver doubt (great prince) that yours is true.
I wanted love, or that my love was ill;
But I have learnt to perfect nature more, “ Jo chiding Love, because he hastv was,
By giving innocence a little skill. Or urging errours, which leis swiftness brings,
For 'tis some skill in innocence to bear I finde etfects, but dare not tax the cause;
Witla temper the Jistempers of our stars ; For poets were inspir'd who gave bin wings.
Not doubling griefs already come by fear " When low I digg, where desart rivers run,
Of more, for fears but hasten threaten'd wars. Dive deep in seas, thro' forrests follow windes,
“ But we will bravely suffer to inure Or reach witn optick tubes the ragged Moon,
Our strength to weights against the new are My sight no cause of Love's swift motion tindes.
That, when 'tis kuowy how much we can endure, “ Love's fatall haste, in yours, I will not blame, Our sufferings may make our foes afraid.
Because I know not why his wings were givin; “ This comet glory sbines but in portent, Nor doubt him true, not knowing whence he came, Which from the court does send her threatning Nor Birtha chide, who thought you came from And Jooks as if it were by malice ment (beams; Heav'ı).
To hasten Oswald's faction to extreams.
" Since Hurgonil, who just fore-ran the boy, “ When Heav'n (which hath preferr’d me to thy Could not instruct us, we as much may know
[known Of the first light, as of these fires of joy,
Where friendship is inthron'd) shall make it Which is, that both did out of darkness grow. That I am worth thy love, which is exprest “ Yet this the king might hide in kingly skill,
By making heav'nly Birtha all mine own. Wisely to make his bounty more his own ; “ Then at this quiet Eden thou wilt call, Kings stoop for councel, who impart their will; And stay a while, to mark if Love's prais'd plant His acts, like Heav'n's, make not their causes Have after spring a ripeness and a fall, known.
Or never of the first abundance want. “ Yet with as plain a heart as love untaught “And I shall tell thee tben if posts are In Birtha wears, I here to Birtha make
In using beauty's pencil false, or blinde; A vow, that Rhodalind I never sought,
For they have Birtha drawn but sweet and faire, Nor now would with her love her greatnesse take. Stiles of her face, the curtain of her ininde! “Love's bonds are for her greatness made too " And thou at parting shalt her picture weare, strait,
For Nature's honour, not to show my pride; And me ambition's pleasures cannot please; Try if her like the teeming world does beare, Even priests, who on the higher altar wait,
Then bring that copy hither for thy bride. Think a continu'd rev'rence losse of ease.
“ And they shall love as quietly as we; “ Let us with secrecy our love protect,
Their beauty's pow'r no civil war will raise, Hiding such precious wealth from publick view ; But flourish, and like neighb’ring flowres agree, The proffer'd glory I will first suspect
Unless they kindly quarrel in our praise. As false, and shun it when I finde it true.”
“ Then we for change will leave such lascious They now retire, because they Goltho saw,
peace, Who hither came to watch with Ulfinore
In camps their favours shall our helms adorn; If much the duke's woo'd inistriss did him axe,
For we can no' way else our joy's increase, Since love wood him, and in the shape of pow'r. But by beholding tireirs at our return." But when he mark'd that he did from them move Thus, cloth'd in feathers, he on steeples walks,
With sodain shyness, he suppos'd it shame Not guessing yet that silent Ulfinore Of being seen in chase of Birtha's love,
Had study'd ber of whom he loosly talks, As if abore it grown since Orgo came.
And what he likes did solidly adore. Goltho by nature was of musick made,
But Ulfinore with cold discretion aw'd Cheerful as victors warm in their success ;
His passion, and did grave with love become ; He seem'd like birds created to be glad, (tress. Though youthfully he sent his eies abroad,
And nought but love could make him taste dis Yet kept with manly care his tongue at home. Hope, which our cautious age scarce entertains, These rivals' hopes he did with patience hear; Or as a flatt'rer gives her cold respect,
His count'nance not uneasy seem'd, nor strange ; He runs to meet, invites her, and complains Yet meant his cares should more like lore appear, Of one hour's absence as a year's neglect.
If in the duke ambition bred a change. Hope, the world's welcome, and his standing guest, But as the duke shun'd them for secrecy, Fed by the rich, but feasted by the poor ;
So now they from approaching Örgo move, Hope, that did come in triumph to his breast, Made by Discretion (I ove's strict tutor) shy, He thus presents in boast to Ulfinore :
Which is to lovers painful as their love.
And nature yielded lorers no offence;
(Thou knowst) injoyn'd that I bis love should Both native in him as his innocence :
To thee, since we are now so much the same, That Birtha may no more have cause to mourn; That when from thee, it is from me conceal'd, Full was bis little breast ! and overjoy'd For we admit no diff'rence but in name.
That much depended on his quick return ! “ But be it still from ev'ry other car
Many like Orgo, in their manbood's morn,
The sons of chiefs, whom beauty did adorn, Who was my gen'ral, though my rival now. And fairer vertue did that beauty mend. * And well thou knowst how much mine eies did These in his beroes' schools he bred, (which were melt,
In peace bis palace, and in war bis tent) When our great leader they did first perceive As if Time's self had read sage lectures there Love's captive led, whose sorrows then I felt,
How he would have bis how res (life's treasure) Tho' now for greater of mine own 1 grieve.
spent. “ Nor do I now by lore io duty err;
No action, though to shorten dreaded warre, For if I get what he would fajn possesse,
Nor needful counsels, though to lengthen peace, Then he a monarch is, and I preferr
Nor love, of which wise Nature takes such care, Him, who undocs tbe world in being lesse.
Could from this useful work his cares release.
But with the early San he rose, and taught That when the priest has ended, if thine eies These youths by growing vertue to grow great ;
Can but a little space her eies forbear, Show'd greatness is without it blindly sought, To shew her where my marble coffin lies;
A desp'rate charge, which ends in base retreat. Her virgin garlands she will offer there:
Shame, Nature's hasty conscience, which forbids That all the good behaviour of her heart,
Even tow'rds thy self, my doctrine did improve;
This story show'd such patterns of great life, Like pow'r, it grows to nothing, growing less ; As though she then could those but imitate,
Honour, the moral conscience of the great! They an example make her now a wife. He taught them kindness, soul's civilitie,
And thy life's fire could she awhile outlive In which nor courts, nor citys, have a part;
(Which were, though lawful, neither kinde dor For theirs is fashion, this from falshood free,
good) Where love and pleasure know no lust nor art.
Then, even her sorrows would examples giye ;
And shine to others through dark widowhood. And love he taught, the soul's stolne visit made, Tho' froward age watch hard, and law forbid;
And she will boast, how spite of cynick age, Her walks no spie has trac’d, nor mountain staide; of ruder cells, where they love's fire asswage
Of bus'ness, which does pow'r uncivil make, Her friendship's cause is as the loadstone's hid.
By study'ng death, and fear for vertue take: He taught them love of toyle ; toyle, which does And spite of courts (where loving now is made keep
(blood; Obstructions from the minde, and quench the Did teach her how by nature to perswade,
An art, as dying is in cells) my laws Ease but belongs to us like sleep, and sleep,
And hold by vertue whom her beauty draws. Like opium, is our med'cine, not our food.
Thus when by knowing me, thou know'st to whom To dangers vs'd them, which Death's visards are,
Love owes his eies, who has too long been blinde ; More uggly than bimself, and often chase
Then in the temple leave my bodie's tomb, From battail coward life; but when we dare
To seek this book, the mon’ment of my minde. His visard see, we never fear his face.
Where thou mai'st read; who with impatient eies
For Orgo on the guilded tarras stay ;
As the morne's window when she lets out day.
Whose height two rising forrests over-looks ;
And on pine-tops the eiesight downward casts; Where distant rivers seem bestrided brooks,
Churches but anchor'd ships, their steeples,
CANTO THB TURD.
The poet takes the wise aside, to prove
Thou, who some ages hence these roles dost read
(Kept as records by lovers of love's pow'r) Thou wbo dost live, when I have long been dead, And feed'st from earth, when earth does me
devows: Who liv'st, perhaps, amidst some citie's joys,
Where they would fall asleep with lazy peace, But that their triumpbs make so great a noise,
And their loud bells cannot for nuptials cease: Thou, who perhaps, proudly thy bloomy bride
Lead'st to some temple, where I wither'd lie; Proudly, as if she age's frosts defy'd ;
And that thy springing self.could never die: Thou, to whom then the cheerful quire will sing,
Whilst hallow'd lamps, and tapers brave the Sun As a lay-light; and bells in triumph ring,
As when from sallies the besiegers run
Hence, by his little Regian courser brought,
Orgo they spie, with diligence indu'd,
And he by many swiftly seem'd pursu'd.
Whilst with rais'd dust their swiftness hid the
What she by distance lost in this survay.
To his dear lord, of Podian saphyr wrought;
And a more precious pledge, was in it brought. Then thus proclaim'd his joy! “ Long may I live! Sent still with blessings from the heav'nly
powers; And may their bountys shew what they can give;
And full as fast as long expected showres !
As dazles sight, yet can inform the blind;
Unless they distance keep from Rhodaliud.
Their chariots hid in clouds of dust below,
Does scem to cover them like falling snow.”
This Birtha beard, and she on Orgó cast
Their curious longing Birtha durst not blame A piteous look (for she no anger knew)
Boldness, (which but to seeing did aspire) But griev'd he knows not, that he brings too fast Since she her self, provok'd with courts' great fame,
Such joys, as fain she faster would eschew. Would fain a little see what all admire. So Gondibert this gust of glory took,
Then through the casement ventur'd so much face As men whose sayls are full more weather take; As kings depos'd show, when through grates they And she so gaz'd on him, as sea men look To see deposers to their crowning passe; (peep. On long sought shore, when tempests drive But straight shriok back, and at the triumph weep. them back.
Soon so her ejes did too much glory finde; But now these glorys more apparent be;
For ev'n the first she saw was all; for she And justly all their observation claim'd; No more would view since that was Rhodalind; Great, as in greatest courts less princes see,
And so much beauty could none others be. When entertain'd to be eclips'd, and sham'd.
Which' with her vertue weigh'd (no less renown's) West from Verona's road, through pleasant meads
Aflicts her that such worth must fatal prove;
Or she depose her lover by her love.
Mark'd not when Birtha her sad eies withdrew; Was all the conduct which their coursers need; But dreamt the world was turn'd again to gold. And proudly to sit still, was all their paines.
Each lady most, till more appear'd, ador'd; With Aribert sat royal Rhodalind;
Then with rude liking prais'd them all alowd; Calm Orna by the count; by Hermegild Yet thought them foul and course to ev'ry lord; (Silver'd with time) the golden Gartha shin'd; And civilly to ev'ry page she bow'd. And Tybalt's eies were full by Laura fill’d.
The objects past, out-sigh'd even those that woo; The lesser beautjes, numberless as stars,
And straight her mistris at the window mist; Shew'd sickly and far off, to this noon-day;
Then finding ber in grief, out-sigh'd her too; And lagg'd like baggage treasure in the wars;
And her fair hands with parting passion kist: Or only seem'd, another milkie way.
Did with a servant's usual art profess, The duke perceiv'd the king design'd to make
That all she saw was to her beauty black; This visit more familiar by surprise;
Confess'd their maids well bred, and knew to dress, And with court art, he would no notice take
But said those courts are poor which painting Of that, which kings are willing to disguise.
lack. But as in heedless sleep, the house shall seem “Thy praise,” (said Birtha) “poyson'd is with
New wak'd with this alarm; and Ulfin strait May blisters cease on thy uncivil tongue, (spite; (Whose fame was precious in the court's esteem)
Which strives so wickedly to do me right, Mast, as with casual sight, their entrance wait. By doing Rhodalind and Orna wrong. To Astragon he doubles all his vows;
“ False Pame, thy mistris, tutour'd thee amiss; 'To Birtha, through his eies, his heart reveald; Who teaches school in streets, where crowds reAnd by some civil jealousies he shows
Pame, false, as that their beauty painted is: (sort; Her beauty from the court must be conceal’d. The common country slander on the court." Prays her, from envy's danger to retire;
With this rebuke, Thula takes gravely leave; The palace war; which there can never cease
Pretends she'll better judge ere they be gon; Till beauty's force io age or death expire:
At least see more, though they her sight deceive ; A war disguis'd in civil shapes of peace,
Whilst Birtha findes, wilde fear feeds best alone. Still he the precious pleilge kept from her view; Ulfin receives, and through Art's palace guides Who guess'd not by the casket his intent;
The king; who owns him with familiar grace; And was so willing not to fear him true,
'Though twice seven years from first observance That she did fear to question what it ment.
Those marks of valour which adorn'd his face. Now basts she to be hid; and being gon, Her lover thinks the planet of the day
Then Astragon with hasty homage bows : So leaves the mourning world to give the Moon And says, when thus his beam she does dis. (Whose train is mark'd but for their number) In lowly visits, like the Sun he shows (pence way.
Kings made for universal influence.
Full in the palace front) she findes her maids And vertue, which God's likest pictures boe; Gather'd to see this gay unusual sight;
Drawn by the soul, whose onely hire is praise ; Which, commet-like, their wondring eies invades. And from such salary not Heav'n is free. Where Thula would by climbing highest be, Then kindly he inquires for Gondibert;
Though ancient grown, and was in stature short, When, and how far his wounds in danger were ! Yet did protest, she came not there to see, And does the cautious progress of bis art But to be bid from dangers of the court.
Alike with wonder and with pleasure hcare.