an Heroick Poem.
85
17.
At last recounts the wounded and the slain;
And how Prince Hubert and the Duke retir'd;
From nothing brave or great he did refrain,
But his own deeds, which doing were admir'd.
At last recounts the wounded and the slain;
And how Prince Hubert and the Duke retir'd;
From nothing brave or great he did refrain,
But his own deeds, which doing were admir'd.
18.
This Arribert with outward patience hears,
Though wounded by the cause for which they fought;
With mod'rate joy the death of Oswald bears;
Yet justly to extreams it inward wrought.
This Arribert with outward patience hears,
Though wounded by the cause for which they fought;
With mod'rate joy the death of Oswald bears;
Yet justly to extreams it inward wrought.
19.
Tybalt he now with peacefull looks discharg'd;
And then his thoughts (imprison'd in his breast)
He straight by libertie of Tongue inlarg'd;
Which thus unto his Councel he addrest.
Tybalt he now with peacefull looks discharg'd;
And then his thoughts (imprison'd in his breast)
He straight by libertie of Tongue inlarg'd;
Which thus unto his Councel he addrest.
20.
With what a diff'rence Nature's pallate tasts
The sweetest draught which Art provides her, Pow'r:
Since Pow'r, Pride's Wine, but high in relish last
Whilst fuming new, for Time does turn it sow'r?
With what a diff'rence Nature's pallate tasts
The sweetest draught which Art provides her, Pow'r:
Since Pow'r, Pride's Wine, but high in relish last
Whilst fuming new, for Time does turn it sow'r?
21.
Yet Pow'r, Earth's tempting Fruit, Heav'n first did plant
From Mans first Serpent safe, Ambition's reach;
Else Eden could not serve Ambition's want;
Whom no command can rule, nor precept teach.
Yet Pow'r, Earth's tempting Fruit, Heav'n first did plant
From Mans first Serpent safe, Ambition's reach;
Else Eden could not serve Ambition's want;
Whom no command can rule, nor precept teach.
22.
Pow'r is that luscious wine, which does the bold,
The wise, and noble most Intoxicate;
Ads time to Youth, and takes it from the Old;
Yet I by surfeit this Elixer hate.
Pow'r is that luscious wine, which does the bold,
The wise, and noble most Intoxicate;
Ads time to Youth, and takes it from the Old;
Yet I by surfeit this Elixer hate.
23.
I curse those Wars that make my glory last;
For which the Tuscan Widows curse me more;
The barren Fields where I in Arms did fast,
That I might surfeit on luxurious pow'r.
I curse those Wars that make my glory last;
For which the Tuscan Widows curse me more;
The barren Fields where I in Arms did fast,
That I might surfeit on luxurious pow'r.
Thou
