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“This false guide fear, which does thy reason sway, “ And when against your fears I thus declame, And turns thy valjant vertue to despair,
(Yet make your danger more, whilst I decry Has brought thee here, to offer, and to pray; Your worth to hers) then wisely fear I blame;
But temples were not built for cowards' pray'r. For fears are hurtfull'st when attempts are high: “ For when by fear thy noble reason's led
“ And you should think your noble dangers less, (Reason, not shape gives us so great degree Above pur subjects, beasts) then beasts may plead for that takes off your hasty hope's excess;
When most my praise does her renown prefer; A right in temples' helps as well as we.
And when we little hope, we nothing fear. “And here, with absent reason thou dost weep To beg success in love; that Rhodalind
"Now you are taught your sickness, learn your May lose, what she as much does beg to keep;
[lind; Aad may at least an equal audience find.
You shall to court, and there serve Rhoda. " Mark Birtha, this unrighteous war of prayer !
Trie if her vertue's force you can endure
In the same sphear, without eclipse of mind. Like wrangling states, you ask a monarch's aide When you are weak, that you may better dare " Your lord may there your souls compare; for we,
Lay claim, to what your passion would invade. Though souls, like stars, make not their greatLong has th' ambitious world rudely preferr'd
ness known; Their quarrels, which they call their pray'rs, to May find which greater than the other be; Heav'n;
The stars are measur'd by comparison ! And thought that Heav'n would like themselves “ Your plighted lord shall you ere long preferr
Depriving some, of what's to others given. To ncer attendance on this royal maid; " Thence modern faith becomes so weak and blinde, Quit then officious fear! The jealous fear Thinks Heav'n in ruling other worlds imploy’d,
They are not fearful, when to death afraid.” And is not mindful of our abject kinde,
These words he clos'd with kindress, and retir'd ; Because all sutes are not by all enjoy'd.
In wbich her quick-ey'd hope three blessings “ How firm was faith, when humbly sutes for With joy of being neer her lord, inspir'd, (spy'd;
(despair With seeing courts, and having vertue try'd ! Not choice were made? then (free from all As mod’rate birds, who sing for daily seed)
S:e now with jealous questions, utter'd faste, Like birds, our songs of praise included prayer.
Fills Orgo's ear, which there unmark'd are gone,
As throngs through guarded gates, when all make "Thy hopes are by thy rival's vertue aw'd;
Not giring warders time t'examine one. [haste, Thy rival Rhodalind; whose vertue shines On hills, when brightest planets are abroad;
She ask'd if fame had render'd Rhodalind Thine privately, like miners' lamps, in mines.
With favour, or in truth's impartial shape?
If Orna were to humble vertue kinde, “The court (where single patterns are disgrac'd;
And beauty could from Gartha's envy scape? Where glorious vice, weak eies admire; And vertue's plainness is by art out facd) If Laura (whose faire eyes those but invites, She makes a temple by her vestal fire.
Who to her wit ascribe the victory) " Though there, vice sweetly dress'd docs tempt In conquest of a speechless maid delights? Jike bliss
And ere to this prompt Orgo could reply, Even cautious saints; and single vertue seem She ask'd, in what consist the charms of court? Fantastick, where brave vice in fashion is;
Whether those pleasures so resistless were Yet she has brought plain vertue iu esteem.
As common conntry travailers report, " Yours is a vertue of inferior rate;
And such as innocence had cause to feare ; Here ia the dark a pattern, where 'tis barr'd From all your sex that should her imitate,
What kinde of angels' shape young fav'rites take? And of that pomp which should her foes reward:
And being angels, how they can be bad?
Or why delight so cruelly to make " Retyr'd, as weak monasticks Ny from care;
Fair country maids return from court so sad? Or devout cowards steal to forts, their cells, From pleasures, which the world's chief dangers are: More had she ask'd (for study warm'd her brow, Hers passes yours, as valour fear excels.
With thinking how ber love might pros'prous be) “ This is your rival in your sute to Heav'n :
But that young Ulfinore approach'd her now, But Heav'n is partial if it give to you
And Goliho, warmer with designe than she. What to ber bolder vertne should be given ; Thongh Goltho's hope (in Indian feathers clad) Since yours, pomps, vertue's dangers, never W'as light, and gay, as if be meant to flie; koew:
Yet he no farther than bjs rival had “ Your sute would have your love with love repay'd; Advanc'd in promise, froin her tongue, or eye.
To which art's conquests, when all science flowes, when distant, talk'd, as if he plighted were ; Cumpar'd, are students' dreams; and triumphs
For hope in love, like cowards in the warr, made
[showes. Talks bravely till the enterprise be weer; By glorious courts and camps but painted
But then discretion dares not venture farr. “Even art's dictators, who give laws to schools, Are but dead heads; statesmen, who empire
He never durst approach her watchfull eye move,
With studious gazing, nor with sighs her eare; But prosp'rous spys, and victors, fighting fools,
But still seem'd frolick, like a statesman's spy; When they their trophies rank with those of love.
As if his thoughtful bus'ness were not there.
CANTO THE SIXTH.
Still, superstitious lovers beauty paint,
And ev'ry place she enter'd were a shrine.
When they resolv'd to quit their bashful fears;
Of wisely getting, and increasing power.
The rivals to Verona haste, and there All winds and showrs, though where but vain
Young Goltho's frailty does too soon appear. ly plac'd)
Black Dalga's fatal beauty is reveal'd;
But her descent and story is conceal'd.
OLD Ulhin parting now with Ulfinore,
Thus utter'd, as well read in ancient lore; Like manna, ready still, but cannot last.
When prudence kept up greatness in the court. Her favours nat in lib'ral looks she gave,
“ Heav'n guide thee, son, through honour's slipp'ry But in a kinde respectful lowliness,
way ; Them honour gives, yet did her honour save; The hill, which wary painfulness must climbe;
Which gently thus, she did to both express. And often rest, to take a full survey “ High Heav'n that did direct your eyes the way
Of every path, trod by experienc'd time. To choose so well, when you your friendship “ Rise glorious with thy master's hopeful morn! made,
His favour calls thee to his secret breast; Still keep you joyn'd, that daring envy may Great Gondibert! to spacious empire born; Fear such united vertue to invade !
Whose careful head will in thy bosome rest. In your safe brests, the noble Gondibert “Pe good! and then in pitty soon be great! Does trust the secret treasure of his love;
For vertuous men should toile to compass pow'r, And I (grown conscious of my low desert) Least when the bad possess dominion's seat, Would not, you should that ncalth for me We rainly weep for those whorn they devour. improve.
“ Our vertue without pow'r, but harmless is ! “ I am a flow'r that merit not the spring!
The good, who lazily are good at home, And he (the world's warm Sun!) in passing by And safely rest in doing not amiss, Should think, when such as I leave flourishing, Fly from the bad, for fear of martyrdome! His beams to cedars haste, which else would
Be in thy greatness easie, and thy brow die.
Still cleer, and comforting as breaking light; “This from his huinble maid you may declare
The great, with bus'ness troubled, weakly bow; To him, on whom the good of humane kinde
Pow'r should with publick burdens walk upright! Depends; and as his greatning is your care, “ We chearfulness, as innocence commend ! So w.ay your carly love successes finde!
The great, may with benigne and civil eyes “So may that beautious she, whom either's heart The people wrong, yet not the wrongd offend; For vertue and delight of life shall choose,
Who feel most wrong, from those who then Quit in your siege the long defence of art,
despise! and Nature's freedom in a treaty lose."
“Since wrongs must be, complaints must shex This çare cold Usinore in love's long night
the griev'd; Some hope of day; as sca-men that are run
And favorites should walk still open ear'd; Far northward finde long winters to be light,
For of the suing crond half are relier'd And in the cynosure allore the Sun.
With the innate delight of being heard. It show'd to Goltho, not alone like day,
“ Thy greatness be in armes! who else are great, Det like a wedding noon; who now grows strong and in foul weather make a scorn'd retreat;
Move but like pageants in the people's view; Lnongh to speak; but that her beauties stay His eyes, whose wonder soon arrests his tongue.
The Grocks their painted gods in armour drew!
“ Yield not in storms of state to that dislike Yet something he at parting scem'd to say,
Which from the people does to rulers grow; In pretty flow'ss of love's wild rhetorick;
Pow'r (fortune's sail) should not for threatnings Which mov'd not her, though orators thus sway
strike; Assemblies, which since wilde, wilde musick
In boats bestorm'd all check at those that row. like.
“ Courts little arts contemn! dark holes to sare Retreated pow'r, whea fear does friendship feigne;
'[brave, Poor theeves retire to woods! chiefs, great, and
Draw out their forces to the open plaine !
* Be by thy vertue bold! when that Sun shines, They make their entry through the western gate! All art's false lights are with disgrace put out;
A Gothick arch! where, on an elephant, Her straightness shows it self and crooked lines, Bold Clephes as the second founder sate,
And her plain text the scepticks dare not doubt. Made to mock life, and onely life did want. « Revenge (weak women's valour, and in men, Still strange and divers seem their objects now,
The ruffian's cowardise) keep from thy breast! And still increase, where ere their eyes they cast; The factious palace is that serpent's den,
Of lazy pag'ant-greatness, moving slow, Whom cowards there with secret slaughter feast. And angry busness, rushing on in haste. “ Revenge is but a name for fear,
All strange to them, as they to all appear; "Tis Indians' furious fear, when they are fed Yet less like strangers gaz'd than those they see, With valiant foes, whose hearts their teeth must Who this glad day the duke's spectators were,
To mark how with his fame his looks agree. Before they boldly dare believe them dead. "When thou giv'st death, thy banners be display'd! And guess that these are of his fighting train,
Renown'd in youth, who by their wonder stay'd, And move not till an open foe appears ! And by their own but slowly passage gain, Court's lurking war shows justice is afraid,
But now much more their progress is delay'd: And no broad sword, but a close ponyard, wears.
For a black beauty did her pride display “To kill, shows fear does not more fears endure !
Thro' a large window, and in jewels shon, When wrong'd, destroy not with thy foes thy As if to please the world, weeping for day, The valiant, by forgiving mischief, cure; [fame;
Night had put all her starry jewels on. And it is Heav'n's great conquest to reclame !
This beauty gaz'd on both, and Ulfinore “ Be by thy bounty known ! for since the needs
Hung down his head, but yet did lift his eyes, Of life so rudely press the bold and wise ; As if he fain would see a little more : The bountious heart, all but his God exceeds,
For much, tho' bashful, he did beauty prise. Whom bounty best makes known to mortal eies !
Goltho did like a blushless statue stare, " And to be bountiful, be rich ! for those
Boldly her practis'd boldness did out-look ; Fam'd talkers, who in schools did wealth despise, And even, for fear she would mistrust her snare, Taught doctrine, which at home would empire lose,
Was ready to cry out, that he was took ! If not believ'd first by their enemies.
She, with a wicked woman's prosp'rous art, “ And though in ruling ministers of state, The people wretched poverty adore,
A seeming modesty, the window clos'd; (Which fools call innocence, and wise men hate
Wisely delay'd his eyes, since of his heart As sloth) yet they rebell for being poore.
She thought she had sufficiently dispos'd. “ And to be rich, be diligent! move on
And he thus straight complain'd :“Ah, Ulfinore ! Like Heav'n's great movers that inrich the Carth, The winde which blowes us from the happy shore,
How vainly glory las our youth misled? Whose moments sloth would show the world undone,
And drives us from the living to the dead ! And make the Spring straight bury all her birth.“ To bloody slaughters, and perhaps of those “ Rich are the diligent! who can command Who might beget such beauties as this maid, Time, Nature's stock ! and could his hour-glass The sleepy here are never wak'd with foes, fall,
Nor are of aught but ladies' frowns afraid.” Would, as for seeds of stars, stoop for the sand, Ere he could more lament, a little page, [breed And by incessant labour gather all.
Clean, and perfum'd, (one whom this dame did “ Be kinde to beauty! that unlucky shrine !
To guess at ills, too manly for his age) Where all Love's thieves come towing to their
Steps swiftly to him, and arrests his steed. prey,
With civil whisper cries, My lady, sir !"And honour steal, which beauty makes divine :
At this, Goltho alights as swiftly post Be thon still kinde, but never to betray ! As posters mount; by lingring loath to err, [lost.
As wind-bound men, whose sloth their first wind “ Heav'n study more in Nature than in schools ! Let Nature's image never by thee pass
And when his friend advis'd him to take care, Like unmark'd time; but those unthinking fools
He gravely, as a man new potent grown, Despise, who spie not Godhead thro' her glass!” Protests he shall in all his fortunes share,
And to the house invites him as his own. These precepts Ulfinore, with dutious care,
Anel, with a rival's wisdom, Ulfinore [astray; In his heart's closet lock’d, bis faithful brest! And now the rival-friends for coort prepare,
Does hope, since this blinde love leads him
Where a false saint he can so soon adore, And much their youth is by their haste exprest. That he to Birtha re'r will finde the way. They yet ne'r saw Verona nor the court,
They enter, and ascend; and enter then And expectation lengthens much their way; Where Dalga with black eyes does sinners draw;, Since by that great inviter urg'd, Report,
And with her voice holds fast repenting men, And thither Ay on coursers of relay.
To whose warm jett, light Goltho is but straw. E're to his western mines the Sun retird,
Nicely as bridegroom's was her chamber drest, They his great mint for all those mines behold, Her bed as bride's, and richer than a throne';. Verona, which in towres to Heav'n aspir'd,
And sweeter seem'd than the circania's nest, Gilt doubly, for the Sun now gilt their gold. Though built in eastern groves of cinamon.
The price of princes' pleasures, who her love Though to his fears this cause now serious shows,
('Tho' but false ware) at rates so costly bought; Yet smiles he at his solemn loving eye ;
For lust in reading beauty solemn grows
“ Goltho,” (said he) " 'tis easie to discern Findes her tyrannick pow'r must now expire, That you are grave, and think you should be so; | Who ment to kindle Goltho with her eye,
Since you have business here of grave concern, But to her breast has brought the raging fire. And think that you this house and lady know. Yet even in simple love she uses art:
“You'll stay, and have your sleep with musick fed, Tho' weepings are from looser eyes but leaks, But little think to wake with mandrakes' grones; Yet oldest lovers scarce would doubt her heart, And by a ghost be to a garden led
So well she weeps, and thus to Goltho speaks: At midnight, strew'd with simple lovers' bones : “ I might, if I should ask your pardon, sir,
This, Goltho, is inchantment, and so strange, Suspect that pity which the noble feel
So subtly false, that, whilst I tell it you, When women fail; but since in this I err
I fear the spell will my opinion change, To all my sex, I would to women kneel.
And make me think the pleasant vision true. " Yet happy were our sex, could they excuse “ Her dire black eyes are like the oxe's eye, All breach of modesty, as I can mine;
Which in the Indian ocean tempest brings : Since 'tis from passion which a saint might use, Let's go! before our horses learn to tiy, And not appear less worthy of a shrine.
Ere she shew cloven feet, and they get wings !” “For my dear brother you resemble so (fell; But high rebellious love, when counsell?!, soon Throughout your shape, who late in combate
As sullen as rebuk'd ambition grows; As you in that an inward vertue show,
And Goltho would pursue what he should shun, By which to me you all the world excel.
But that his happier fate did interpose : “ All was be, which the good as greatness see,
For at the garden gate a sumınons, lond Or love can like! in judgment match'd by none, Enough to show authority and haste, Unless it fail'd in being kind to me;
Brought cares to Dalga's brow, which like a cloud A crime forbid to all since he is gone.
Did soon her shining beauty over-cast. “ For tho' I send my eyes abroad, in hope
Like thieves surpris'd whilst they divide their prise, Ainongst the streams of men still flowing here,
Her maids run and return thro' ev'ry room, To finde (which is my passion's utmost scope)
Still seeming doubtful where their safety lies; Some one that does his noble image bcar:
All speaking with their looks, and all are dumb. “ Yet still I live recluse, unless it seem
She, who to dangers could more boldly wake, A liberty too rude, that I in you
With words, swift as those errands which her His likeness at so high a rate esteem,
heart As to believe your heart is kinde and true.”
Sends out in glances, thus to Goltho spake :
'My mother, sir! Alas! you must depart! She casts on Ullinore a sudden look ;
“ She is severe as dying coufessors, Stares like a mountebank, who had forgot
As jealous as unable husbands are ; His viol, and the cursed poison took
She youth in men like age in maids abhors, By dire mistake before his antidote.
And has more spies than any civil warre. Prays Goltho that his friend may straight forbear “ Yet wonld you but submit to be conceal'd,
Her presence; who (she said) resembled so I have a closet secret as my brest, Her noble brother's cruel inurderer,
Which is to men, nor day, no more reveal'd,
Than a close swallow in bis winter's nest.”
But Ulfinore (who doubts that it may tend
And even to swear her brother was his friend. Dues by example govern and defend.
Ready to break their strings, to get abroad
Dalga in all her furious bopes is aw'd.
All hair, and black within, maides that can ig ! The bopeful page, he saw him entrance give, Whose palaces at night are smoky Hell,
Not to a matron, still prepar'd to die, And in their beds their slaughter'd lovers lie. But to a youth wholly design'd to live. And though, the Sun now setting, he no lights He seem'd'the heir to prosp'rous parents' toiles,
Saw burning blew, nor steam of sulphur smelt, Gay as young kings, that woo in forraign courts; Nor took her two black Meroen maids for sprites, Or youthful victors in their Persian spoiles, Yet he a secret touch of lionour felt.
He seem'd, like love and musick, made for sports. For not the craft of rivalship (though more But wore his clothing loose, and wildly cast, Than states, wise rivals study interest)
As princes high with feasting, who to wine Can make him leave his friend, till he restore Are seldom us'd: sbow'd warm, and more unbrac't
Some cold discretion to his burning breast.. Than ravishers, oppos'd in their designe.
This Ulfinore observ'd, and would not yet,
draw men from the noble and beautifull arts, to In civil pity, undeceive his friend ;
gaze wholly upon them; neither would the conBut watch'd the signes of bis departing fit, quered continue their wonder till it involve them in
Which quickly did in bashful silence end. sorrow, which is then the minde's incurable disTo the duke's palace they inquir'd their way ;
ease, when the patient grows so sullen, as not to
listen to remedy: and poesie was that harp of And as they slowly rode, a grave excuse
David, which removed from Saul the melancholy Griev'd Goltho frames, vowing he made this stay For a discov'ry of important use.
spirit, that put him in a continual remembrance
of the revolution of empire. " If, sir," (said he) " we heedlesly pass by
I shall not think I instruct military men, by Great towns, like birds that from the country
saying, that with poesie, in heroick songs, the But to be skar'd, and on to forrests fly, (come wiser ancients prepared their batails; nor would I Let's be no travail'd fools, but roost at hume."
offend the austerity of such as vex themselves with " I see" (reply'd his friend) “ you nothing lack the manage of civill affairs, by putting them in
Of what is painful, curious, and discreet minde, that whilst the plays of children are puIn travaillers, else would you not look back nished, the plays of men are but excused under
So often to observe this house and street : the title of business. “ Drawing your city mapp with coasters' care; But I will gravely tell thee, (reader) he who
Not onely marking where safe channels run, writes an heroick poem, leaves an estate entayled, But where the shelves, and rocks, and dangers are, and he gives a greater gift to posterity than to the To teach weak strangers what they ought to present age; for a publick benefit is best measured
in the number of receivers; and our contemposhun.
raries are but few, when reckoned with those who " But, Goltho, tly from lust's experiments !
shall succeed. Whose heat we quench much sooner than as
Nor could I sit idle, and sigh with such as mourn swage :
to hear the drum; for if this age be not quiet To quench the fornace-lust, stop all the vents ;
enough to be taught vertue a pleasant way, the Por, give it any air, the games will rage."
next may be at leisure: por could I (like men that have civilly slept till they are old in dark cities) think war a novelty : for we have all heard, that Alex
ander walked after the drum from Macedon into POSTSCRIPT.
India ; and I tell thee (reader) he carryed Homer in his pocket; and that after Augustus, by many batails, had changed the government of the world, he and Mecænas often feasted very peaceably
with Horace: and that the last wise cardinall I am here arrived at the middle of the third (whilst he was sending armies abroad, and prebook, which makes an equal half of the poem ; paring against civill invasion) took Virgill and and I was now by degrees to present you (as i Tasso aside under the Louvre gallery, and at a promised in the preface) the several keys of the great expence of time and treasure sent them forili main building, which should convey you through in new oruaments. And, perhaps, if my poem such short walks as give an easie view of the whole were not so severe a representation of vertue, (unframe. But it is high time to strike sail, and cast Jressing Truth even out of those disguises which anchor, (though I have run but halfe my course) have been most iu fashion throughout the world) when at the helme I am threatned with Death; it might arrive at fair entertainment, though it who, though he can visit us but once, seems make now for a harbour in a storm. troublesome; and even in the innocent may beget If thou art a malicious reader, thou wilt rememsucb a gravity, as diverts the musick of verse. ber my preface boldly confessed, that a main mo. And I beseech thee (if thou art so civill as to be tive to this undertaking was a desire of fame; and pleased with what is written) not to take ill, that thou maist likewise say, I may very possibly not I run not on till my last gasp. For though I in- live to enjoy it. Truly, I have some years ago tended in this poem to strip Nature naked, and considered that fame, like time, only gets a reveclothe her ngain in the perfect shape of Vertue ; rence by long running; and that, like a river, it yet even in so worthy a designe I shall ask leave is narrowest where it is bred, and broadest afarr to desist, when I am interrupted by so great an off': but tbis concludes it not unprofitable , for be experiment as dying: and it is an experiment to whose writings divert men from indiscretion and the most experienced ; for no man (though his vice, becomes famous, as he is an example to mortifications may be much greater than mine) | others' endeavours : and exemplary writers are can say, be has already dyed.
wiser than to depend on the gratuities of this It may be objected by some, (who look not on world; since the kind looks and praises of the verse with the eyes of the ancients, nor with the present age, for reclaiming a few, are not menreverence which it still preserves amongst other tionable with those solid rewards in Heaven for a nations) that I beget a poem in an unseasonable long and continual conversion of posterity. time. But be not thon, reader, (for thine own If thou (reader) art one of those, who has been sake, as well as mine) a common spectator, that warmed with poetick fire, I reverence thee as my can never look on great changes but with tears in judge ; and whilst others tax me with vanity, as if his eyes: for if all men would observe, that con the preface argned my good opinion of the work, quest is the wheels of the world, on which it has I appeal to thy conscience, whether it be more ever run, the victorious would not think they have than such a necessary assurance as thou hast made done so new and such admirable actions as must to thy self io like undertakings ? For when I ob
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