xxxi.

Long had they ftrove, who first should be destroy'd; And wounds, the marks of manhood, gave and took,

Which though like honour'd age, we would avoid,
Yet make us, when poffefs'd, for rev'rence look.

O Honour frail as life, thy fellow flower!
Cherish'd and watch'd, and hum'rously esteem'd,
Then worn for fhort adornments of an hour;
And is when loft no more than life redeem'd.
XXXIII

This fatal Hubert finds, if honour be

As much in princes loft, when it grows lefs, As when it dies in men of next degree: Princes are only princes by excefs.

Small wounds they had, whereas in casements fat
Disorder'd life; who feem'd to look about,
And fain would be abroad, but that a gate
She wants fo wide, at once to fally out.

XLIII.

When Gondibert faw Hurgonil draw near,
And doubly arm'd at conquer d Hubert's coft,