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48.
If Gartha deigns to love, our love must grow
Unseen, like Mandrakes weeded under ground;
That I (still seeming unconcern'd) may know
The Kings new depths, which length of trust may sound!
If Gartha deigns to love, our love must grow
Unseen, like Mandrakes weeded under ground;
That I (still seeming unconcern'd) may know
The Kings new depths, which length of trust may sound!
49.
Thus Hermegild his study'd thoughts declar'd;
Whilst Hubert (who believ'd, discover'd love.
A solid Pledge for hidden faith) prepar'd,
To stay the Camp so furious to remove.
Thus Hermegild his study'd thoughts declar'd;
Whilst Hubert (who believ'd, discover'd love.
A solid Pledge for hidden faith) prepar'd,
To stay the Camp so furious to remove.
50.
And now their rage (by correspondence spred)
Borgio allays, that else like sparks of fire
(Which drops at first might drown) by matter fed,
At last to quench the flame may seas require.
And now their rage (by correspondence spred)
Borgio allays, that else like sparks of fire
(Which drops at first might drown) by matter fed,
At last to quench the flame may seas require.
51.
As with the Sun they rose in wrath, their wrath
So with his heat increas'd; but now he hastes
Down Heav'ns steep Hill, to his Atlantick Bath,
Where he refreshes till his Feaver wastes.
As with the Sun they rose in wrath, their wrath
So with his heat increas'd; but now he hastes
Down Heav'ns steep Hill, to his Atlantick Bath,
Where he refreshes till his Feaver wastes.
52.
With his (by Borgio's help) their heat declin'd;
So soon lov'd Eloquence does Throngs subdue;
The common Mistress to each private Mind;
Painted and dress'd to all, to no Man true.
With his (by Borgio's help) their heat declin'd;
So soon lov'd Eloquence does Throngs subdue;
The common Mistress to each private Mind;
Painted and dress'd to all, to no Man true.
53.
To Court his Gartha Hermegild attends,
And with old Lovers vain poetick Eyes,
Marks how her beauty, when the Sun descends,
His pity'd Evening poverty supplies.
To Court his Gartha Hermegild attends,
And with old Lovers vain poetick Eyes,
Marks how her beauty, when the Sun descends,
His pity'd Evening poverty supplies.
54.
The Army now to Neighb'ring Brescia bear,
With dismal pomp, the slain: In hallow'd ground
They Paradine, and Dargonet interr,
And Vasco much in painfull war renown'd.
The Army now to Neighb'ring Brescia bear,
With dismal pomp, the slain: In hallow'd ground
They Paradine, and Dargonet interr,
And Vasco much in painfull war renown'd.
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