With mod'rate joy he took this pledge of peace, Yet, by degrees, a foul delighted fhows To Gartha, whom he leads to Rhodalind And Rhodalind, though bred to daily fight Of court's feign'd faces, and pretended hearts, (In which difguifes courts take no delight, But little mischiefs fhun by little arts.) 1X. She, when fhe Gartha faw, no kindness feign'd, X. Yet did her firft with cautious gladness meet; XI. And Gartha like an eastern monarch's bride, Thus, mask'd with meekness, she does much entreat And thou (whate'er thou art, who doft perchance | Then starting, fhe her hand fhrunk nicely back; With a hot reader's hafte, this fong purfue) May'ft find, too soon, thou doft too far advance, And with it all unread, or elfe untrue. XLV. For it is fung (though by a mourning voice) XLVI. For Hermegild, too studiously forefaw The count's alliance with the Duke's high blood, Might from the Lombards fuch affection draw, As could by Hubert never be withstood. XLVII. And he in hafte with Gartha does retire, Where thus his breast he opens to prevent, That Hymen's hallow'd torch may not take fire, When all thefe leffer lights of joy are spent. XLVIII. High heaven (from whofe beft lights your beauty grows, Born high, as highest minds) preserve you still From fuch, who then appear refiftlefs foes, When they alliance join to arms and skill! XLIX. Moft by conjunction planets harmful are ; L. Their knees to Hurgonil the people bow, And worship Orna in her brother's right; Number, which makes opinion law, can turn This fhape to fashion, which you fçorn to [lola |