"Why should my storm your life's calm voyage vex? Destroying wholly vertue's race in one; So by the first of my unlucky sex, All in a single ruine were undone. "Make heav'nly Rhodalind your bride! Whilst I Your once lov'd maid, excuse you, since I know That vertuous men forsake so willingly Long cherish'd life, because to Heav'n they go. "Let me her servant be! A dignity, Which if your pity in my fall procures; The duke the casket op'ned, and from thence climb; But from the Scythian, and without a cloud; On whose kinde heart they did in love prevail, By making this to fade, and you lament." A sudden break of beauty out of night. Or first he must have mark'd what paleness, fear, Like nipping frost, did to her visage bring; Then think he sees, in a cold backward year, A rosy morn begin a sudden spring, Her joys (too vaste to be contain'd in speech) Thus she a little spake! "Why stoop you down, My plighted lord, to lowly Birtha's reach, Siuce Rhodalind would lift you to a crown? "Or why do I, when I this plight imbrace, Boldly aspire to take what you have given? But that your vertue has with angels place, And 'tis a vertue to aspire to Heav'n. " And as tow'rds Heav'n all travail on their knees; So I tow'rds you, though love aspire, will move: And were you crown'd, what could you better please Than aw'd obedience led by bolder love? "If I forget the depth from whence I rise, Far from your bosome banish'd be my heart; Or claim a right by beauty to your eyes; Or proudly think, my chastity desert. "But thus ascending from your humble maid To be your plighted bride, and then your wife, Will be a debt that shall be hourly paid, Till time my duty cancel with my life. "And fruitfully if Heav'n ere make me bring Your image to the world, you then my pride No more shall blame, than you can tax the Spring For boasting of those flowres she cannot hide, Orgo, I so receive as I am taught By duty to esteem what ere you love; And hope the joy he in this jewel brought, Will luckyer than his former triumphs prove. For though but twice he has approach'd my sight, He twice made haste to drown me in my tears: But now I am above his planet's spite, And as for sin beg pardon for my fears." Thus spake she; and with fix'd continu'd sight, The duke did all her bashful beauties view; Then they with kisses seal'd their sacred plight; Like flowres still sweeter as they thicker grew. Yet must these pleasures feel, though innocent, The sickness of extreames, and cannot last; For pow'r (love's shun'd impediment) has sent To tell the duke, his monarch is in hast: And calls him to that triumph which he fears So as a saint forgiven (whose breast does all Heav'n's joys contain) wisely lov'd pomp forbears; Lest tempted nature should from blessings fall. He often takes his leave, with love's delay; And bids her hope, he with the king shall finde, By now appearing forward to obay, A means to serve him less in Rhodalind. She weeping to her closet-window hies; Where she with tears does Rhodalind survey; As dying men, who grieve that they have eyes, When they through curtains spy the rising day. The king has now his curious sight suffis'd With all lost arts, in their revival view'd; Which when restor'd, our pride thinks new devis'd: Fashions of mindes, call'd new when but renew'd! The busie court prepares to move, on whom All his addresses much by Goltho were And Ulfinore observ'd; who distant stand; Not daring to approach his presence neer; But shun his eyes to scape from his command: Least to Verona he should both require; For by remaining here, both hope to light The king his golden chariot now ascends; But honour so refus'd, more honour gaines. And now their chariots (ready to take wing) To Laura's woman from a houshold maid. As makes them look, like ev'ning to her noon. And Laura (of her own high beauty proud, Yet not to others cruel) softly prays, Her presence, as a maid but rudely taught, Yet Gartha still calls out, to have her brought! But Rhodalind (in whose relenting breast Compassion's self might sit at school, and learn) Knew bashful maids with publick view distrest; And in their glass, themselves with fear discern; She stopt this challenge which court-beauty made To country shape; not knowing Nature's hand Had Birtha dress'd, nor that her self obay'd In vain, whom conqu'ring Birtha did command. The duke (whom vertuous kindness soon subdues) Though him his bonds from Birtha highly please, Yet seems to think, that lucky he, who sues To wear this royal mayd's, will walk at ease. Of these a brief survey sad Birtha takes; And Orgo's help directs her eye to all; By that example could not work amiss. And now they move; and she thus rob'd, believes (Since with such haste they bear her wealth away) That they at best, are but judicious thieves, And know the noble vallue of their prey. And then she thus complain'd! "Why royal maid! Injurious greatness! did you hither come Where pow'r's strong nets of wyre were never laid? But childish love took cradle as at home. "Where can we safe our harmless blessings keep, Since glorious courts our solitude invade? Bells which ring out, when th' unconcern'd would sleep; [shade! False lights to scare poor birds in country "Or if our joys their own discov'ry make, Envy (whose tongue first kills whom she devours) Calls it our pride; envy, the poys'nous snake, Whose breath blasts maids, as innocent as flowres ! "Forgive me, beautious greatness, if 1 grow Distemper'd with my fears, and rudely 'long To be secure; or praise your beauty so As to believe, that it may do me wrong; "And you, my plighted lord, forgive me too, The pale appearance of a killing frost; She did not miss; 'twas from a sudden sence, Least in her lover's heart some change was grown, And it grew pale with that intelligence. Soon from her bosome she this emrauld took: Or were by nimphs of Brittain valleys clad. Soon she with earnest passion kist the stone; Which ne'er till then had suffer'd an eclipse; But then the rayes retir'd, as if it shone In vain, so neer the rubies of her lips, Yet thence remov'd, with publick glory shines! She Orgo blest, who had this relique brought; And kept it like those reliques lock'd in shrines, By which the latest miracles were wrought. For soon respect was up to rev'rence grown; Which fear to superstition would sublime, But that her father took fear's ladder down; Lose steps, by which distress to Heav'n would climbe. He knew, when fear shapes heav'nly pow'r so just, And terrible, (parts of that shape drawn true) It vailes Heav'n's beauty, love; which when we trust, Our courage honours him to whom we suc! GONDIBERT. CANTO THE FIFTH. THE ARGUMENT. The deep designes of Birtha in distress; To shew the morn her passage to the east, And like the dewy morn she rose in tears: Her maids straight kindle by her light their eyes; Which when to hers compar'd, poets would strike Such sparks to light their lamps, ere day does rise. But O vain jealousie! why dost thou haste So she with dark'ning thoughts is clouded now; Or studious statesmen who contract the brow. Or like some thinking Sybill that would finde (Restless as seas) a deep designe on Heav'n. To pray'r's plain temple she does haste unseen; Which though not grac'd with curious cost for show, Was nicely kept; and now must be as clean As tears make those who thence forgiven goe. Her vows she sends to Heav'n, which thither fly Like sinners' sparks that in ascending dy. (For she no mony knew) medals of gold, Which curious gath'rers did in travail save, And at high worth were to her mother sold. Figures of fighting chiefs, born to o'rcome Those who without their leave would all destroy; And well she knew it was of special price; To the black temple she her sorrow bears; Where she outbeg'd the tardy begging thief; Those pictures dress'd, and the spent lamp re- With fragrant oyles, dropp'd from her silver still; Those penitents, who knew her innocence, Her courage beautious grows, and grief decayes; These rayes she to a miracle prefers; Where needles boldly, as a pencil wrought, As rising lillies, or as falling snow. [till'd. Which oft had here the virgin-comfort fill'd; And thus, he with a father's license spoke. "Why art thou now, who hast so joyful liv'd E're love thou knew'st, becoine with love so sad? Love seeks no honour, but does bonour bring. "Mounts others' value, and her own lets fall! Kings' honour is but little, till made much To pow'rful gold, where it does only touch. That there, affection governs more than aw. (For fate sent love, thy will does sorrow bear) Thou to the temple carry'st for relief; And so to Heav'n art guided by thy fear. "Wilde fear which has a common-wealth devis'd In Heav'n's old realm, and saints in senates "This false guide fear, which does thy reason sway, And turns thy valiant vertue to despair, Has brought thee here, to offer, and to pray; But temples were not built for cowards' pray'r. "For when by fear thy noble reason's led (Reason, not shape gives us so great degree Above our subjects, beasts) then beasts may plead A right in temples' helps as well as we. "And here, with absent reason thou dost weep To beg success in love; that Rhodalind May lose, what she as much does beg to keep; And may at least an equal audience find. "Mark Birtha, this unrighteous war of prayer! Heav'n; Like wrangling states, you ask a monarch's aide When you are weak, that you may better dare Lay claim, to what your passion would invade. "Long has th' ambitious world rudely preferr'd Their quarrels, which they call their pray'rs, to [have err'd, And thought that Heav'n would like themselves Depriving some, of what's to others given. "Thence modern faith becomes so weak and blinde, Thinks Heav'n in ruling other worlds imploy'd, And is not mindful of our abject kinde, Because all sutes are not by all enjoy'd. "How firm was faith, when humbly sutes for need, [despair Not choice were made? then (free from all As mod'rate birds, who sing for daily seed) Like birds, our songs of praise included prayer. "Thy hopes are by thy tival's vertue aw'd; Thy rival Rhodalind; whose vertue shines On hills, when brightest planets are abroad; Thine privately, like miners' lamps, in mines. "The court (where single patterns are disgrac'd; Where glorious vice, weak eies admire; And vertue's plainness is by art out fac'd) She makes a temple by her vestal fire. "Though there, vice sweetly dress'd docs tempt like bliss. Even cautious saints; and single vertue seem Fantastick, where brave vice in fashion is; Yet she has brought plain vertue in esteem. "Yours is a vertue of inferior rate; Here in the dark a pattern, where 'tis barr'd From all your sex that should her imitate, And of that pomp which should her foes reward: "Retyr'd, as weak monasticks fly from care; Or devout cowards steal to forts, their cells, From pleasures, which the world's chief dangers are: Hers passes yours, as valour fear excels. "This is your rival in your sute to Heav'n: But Heav'n is partial if it give to you What to her bolder vertue should be given; Since yours, pomps, vertue's dangers, never knew: "Your sute would have your love with love repay'd; To which art's conquests, when all science flowes, Compar'd, are students' dreams; and triumphs made [showes. By glorious courts and camps but painted "Even art's dictators, who give laws to schools, Are but dead heads; statesmen, who empire move, But prosp'rous spys, and victors, fighting fools, When they their trophies rank with those of love. You shall to court, and there serve RhodaTrie if her vertue's force you can endure In the same sphear, without eclipse of mind. May find which greater than the other be; They are not fearful, when to death afraid." With favour, or in truth's impartial shape? And beauty could from Gartha's envy scape? She ask'd, in what consist the charms of court? As common country travailers report, And such as innocence had cause to feare; What kinde of angels' shape young fav'rites take? And being angels, how they can be bad? Or why delight so cruelly to make Fair country maids return from court so sad? More had she ask'd (for study warm'd her brow, With thinking how her love might pros'prous be) But that young Ulfinore approach'd her now, And Goltho, warmer with designe than she. Thongh Goltho's hope (in Indian feathers clad) Was light, and gay, as if he meant to flie; Yet he no farther than bis rival had Advanc'd in promise, from her tongue, or eye. When distant, talk'd, as if he plighted were; For hope in love, like cowards in the warr, Talks bravely till the enterprise be ueer; But then discretion dares not venture farr. He never durst approach her watchfull eye With studious gazing, nor with sighs her eare; But still seem'd frolick, like a statesman's spy; As if his thoughtful bus'ness were not there. And now (for hope, that formal centry, stands All winds and showrs, though where but vainly plac'd) They to Verona beg her dear commands; And look to be with parting kindness grac❜d, Both daily journies meant, 'twixt this and court: Like manna, ready still, but cannot last. Still keep you joyn'd, that daring envy may Fear such united vertue to invade ! "In your safe brests, the noble Goudibert Does trust the secret treasure of his love; And I (grown conscious of my low desert) Would not, you should that wealth for me improve. "I am a flow'r that merit not the spring! And he (the world's warm Sun!) in passing by Should think, when such as I leave flourishing, His beams to cedars haste, which else would die. "This from his humble maid you may declare "So may that beautious she, whom either's heart It show'd to Goltho, not alone like day, Put like a wedding noon; who now grows strong Enough to speak; but that her beauties stay Ilis eyes, whose wonder soon arrests his tongue. Yet something he at parting scem'd to say, In pretty flow'rs of love's wild rhetorick; Which mov'd not her, though orators thus sway Assemblies, which since wilde, wilde musick like. GONDIBERT. CANTO THE SIXTH. THE ARGUMENT. Here Ulfin reads the art to Ulfinore OLD Ulfin parting now with Ulfinore, His study'd thoughts, and of a grave import, Thus utter'd, as well read in ancient lore; When prudence kept up greatness in the court. "Heav'n guide thee, son, through honour's slipp'ry way; The hill, which wary painfulness must climbe; And often rest, to take a full survey Of every path, trod by experienc'd time. "Rise glorious with thy master's hopeful morn! His favour calls thee to his secret breast; Great Gondibert! to spacious empire born; Whose careful head will in thy bosome rest. "Be good! and then in pitty soon be great! For vertuous men should toile to compass pow'r, Least when the bad possess dominion's seat, We vainly weep for those whom they devour. "Our vertue without pow'r, but harmless is! The good, who lazily are good at home, And safely rest in doing not amiss, Fly from the bad, for fear of martyrdome! "Be in thy greatness easie, and thy brow Still cleer, and comforting as breaking light; The great, with bus'ness troubled, weakly bow; Pow'r should with publick burdens walk upright! "We chearfulness, as innocence commend! The great, may with benigne and civil eyes The people wrong, yet not the wrong'd offend; Who feel most wrong, from those who them despise! "Since wrongs must be, complaints must shew the griev'd; And favorites should walk still open ear'd; For of the suing crond half are reliev'd With the innate delight of being heard. "Thy greatness be in armes! who else are great, Move but like pageants in the people's view; And in foul weather make a scorn'd retreat; The Greeks their painted gods in armour drew! "Yield not in storms of state to that dislike Which from the people does to rulers grow; Pow'r (fortune's sail) should not for threatnings strike; In boats bestorm'd all check at those that row. "Courts little arts contemn! dark holes to save Retreated pow'r, when fear does friendship [brave, feigne; Poor theeves retire to woods! chiefs, great, and Draw out their forces to the open plaine! |