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GONDIBERT,
6.
She ne'r saw Courts, yet Courts could have undone
With untaught looks, and an unpractis'd heart;
Her Nets, the most prepar'd, could never shun;
For Nature spred them in the scorn of Art.
She ne'r saw Courts, yet Courts could have undone
With untaught looks, and an unpractis'd heart;
Her Nets, the most prepar'd, could never shun;
For Nature spred them in the scorn of Art.
7.
She never had in busie Cities bin,
Ne'r warm'd with hopes, nor ere allay'd with fears;
Not seeing punishment, could guess no Sin;
And Sin not seeing, ne'r had use of tears.
She never had in busie Cities bin,
Ne'r warm'd with hopes, nor ere allay'd with fears;
Not seeing punishment, could guess no Sin;
And Sin not seeing, ne'r had use of tears.
8.
But here her Father's precepts gave her skill,
Which with incessant bus'ness fill'd the Hours;
In spring, she gather'd Blossoms for the Still,
In Autumn, Berries; and in Summer, Flow'rs.
But here her Father's precepts gave her skill,
Which with incessant bus'ness fill'd the Hours;
In spring, she gather'd Blossoms for the Still,
In Autumn, Berries; and in Summer, Flow'rs.
9.
And as kind Nature with calm diligence
Her own free virtue silently employs,
Whilst she, unheard, does rip'ning growth dispence,
So were her virtues busie without noise.
And as kind Nature with calm diligence
Her own free virtue silently employs,
Whilst she, unheard, does rip'ning growth dispence,
So were her virtues busie without noise.
10.
Whilst her great Mistress, Nature, thus she tends,
The busie Houshold waits no less on her;
By secret law, each to her beauty bends;
Though all her lowly Mind to that prefer.
Whilst her great Mistress, Nature, thus she tends,
The busie Houshold waits no less on her;
By secret law, each to her beauty bends;
Though all her lowly Mind to that prefer.
11.
Gracious and free, she breaks upon them all
With Morning looks; and they when she does rise,
Devoutly at her dawn in homage fall,
And droop like Flow'rs, when Evening shuts her Eyes.
Gracious and free, she breaks upon them all
With Morning looks; and they when she does rise,
Devoutly at her dawn in homage fall,
And droop like Flow'rs, when Evening shuts her Eyes.
12.
The sooty Chymist (who his sight does waste,
Attending lesser Fires) she passing by,
Broke his lov'd Lymbick, through enamour'd haste,
And let, like common Dew, th' Elixar flie.
The sooty Chymist (who his sight does waste,
Attending lesser Fires) she passing by,
Broke his lov'd Lymbick, through enamour'd haste,
And let, like common Dew, th' Elixar flie.
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