an Heroick Poem.
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73.
Unconquer'd as her beauty was her mind;
Which wanted not a spark of Oswald's fire,
Ambition lov'd, but ne'r to Love was kind;
Vex'd Thrones did more than quiet shades desire.
Unconquer'd as her beauty was her mind;
Which wanted not a spark of Oswald's fire,
Ambition lov'd, but ne'r to Love was kind;
Vex'd Thrones did more than quiet shades desire.
74.
Her Garments now in loose neglect she wore,
As sured to her wild dis-shevell'd hair;
Men in her shape might Nature's work adore,
Yet ask, why Art's nice dress was absent there?
Her Garments now in loose neglect she wore,
As sured to her wild dis-shevell'd hair;
Men in her shape might Nature's work adore,
Yet ask, why Art's nice dress was absent there?
75.
But soon they found what made this change appear;
For meeting Truth, which slowly follows Fame,
Rage would not give her leasure for a Tear
To quench (ere he thus spake) her passions flame.
But soon they found what made this change appear;
For meeting Truth, which slowly follows Fame,
Rage would not give her leasure for a Tear
To quench (ere he thus spake) her passions flame.
76.
Blasted be all your beauties Rhodalind,
Till you a shame, and terrour be to light;
Unwing'd be Love, and slow as he is blind,
Who with your Looks poyson'd my Brothers sight!
Blasted be all your beauties Rhodalind,
Till you a shame, and terrour be to light;
Unwing'd be Love, and slow as he is blind,
Who with your Looks poyson'd my Brothers sight!
77.
Low and neglected be your Father's Throne,
Which like your beauty, Oswald did ore-rate;
Let luckless war take Lands from his light Crown,
Till those high cares he want that give it weight!
Low and neglected be your Father's Throne,
Which like your beauty, Oswald did ore-rate;
Let luckless war take Lands from his light Crown,
Till those high cares he want that give it weight!
78.
Let Pow'rs consumption be his long disease,
(Heav'ns vexing curb, which makes wild Monarchs tame)
And be he forc'd in froward age to please
His Favour's Monster, who devours his Fame.
Let Pow'rs consumption be his long disease,
(Heav'ns vexing curb, which makes wild Monarchs tame)
And be he forc'd in froward age to please
His Favour's Monster, who devours his Fame.
79.
May you soon feel (though secret in your love,
As if your love were Sin) the publick scorn!
May Gondibert, who is your glory, move
Your pitie, when none else but you shall mourn!
May you soon feel (though secret in your love,
As if your love were Sin) the publick scorn!
May Gondibert, who is your glory, move
Your pitie, when none else but you shall mourn!
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