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an Heroick Poem.
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Why in these Ladies do you lengthen pain,
By giving them Grief's common med'cin, Doubt?
Ease those with death, whose Lovers now are slain;
Life's fire a Feaver is, when Love's is out.

60.
Yet think not that my cares peculiar are;
Perhaps I from religious pitie learn'd,
In Virtue's publick loss to take some share;
For there, all but the vicious are concern'd.

61.
Your Prudence, Royal Maid (he straight replies)
More than your birth, may claim the Lombards Crown;
Who'ere in conquest of your favour dies;
For life's lost Inch, shall find a long renown.

62.
Then happy Oswald who is sure to gain,
Even by Ambition that undoes the wise;
Great was th'attempt for which he's nobly slain;
And gets him praise, though he has mist the Prize.

63.
But happier Gondibert, who does survive
To beg your Mercy, that he thus hath dar'd
To own that cause, for which the world might strive;
And conq'ring, takes his wounds for his reward.

64.
Be Hurgonil long distant from his Grave,
Whose life was so important in this cause;
Who for each wound he took, a wider gave,
And lives t' enjoy the pleasure of applause.

65.
To say, how Hugo and Lord Arnold strove
For victory, and mention their event,
Were to provide such fun'ral rites for Love,
As Death would be closs Mourner, and repent.

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