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13.
And here the grey Philosophers resort,
Who all to her, like crafty Courtiers, bow;
Hoping for secrets now in Nature's Court;
Which onely she (her fav'rite Maid) can know.
And here the grey Philosophers resort,
Who all to her, like crafty Courtiers, bow;
Hoping for secrets now in Nature's Court;
Which onely she (her fav'rite Maid) can know.
14.
These, as the Lords of Science, she respects,
And with familiar beams their age she chears,
Yet all those civil forms seem but neglects
To what she shews, when Astragon appears.
These, as the Lords of Science, she respects,
And with familiar beams their age she chears,
Yet all those civil forms seem but neglects
To what she shews, when Astragon appears.
15.
For as she once from him her being took,
She hourly takes her Law; reads with swift sight
His will, even at the op'ning of his look,
And shews, by haste, obedience her delight.
For as she once from him her being took,
She hourly takes her Law; reads with swift sight
His will, even at the op'ning of his look,
And shews, by haste, obedience her delight.
16.
She makes (when she at distance to him bows)
His int'rest in her Mother's beauty known,
For that's th' Orig'nal whence her Copy grows,
And near Orig'nals, Copies are not shown.
She makes (when she at distance to him bows)
His int'rest in her Mother's beauty known,
For that's th' Orig'nal whence her Copy grows,
And near Orig'nals, Copies are not shown.
17.
And he, with dear regard, her gifts does wear
Of Flow'rs, which she in mystick order ties,
And with the sacrifice of many a tear
Salutes her loyal Mother in her Eyes.
And he, with dear regard, her gifts does wear
Of Flow'rs, which she in mystick order ties,
And with the sacrifice of many a tear
Salutes her loyal Mother in her Eyes.
18.
The just Historians, Birtha thus express,
And tell how by her Syres Example taught,
She serv'd the wounded Duke in Life's distress,
And his fled Spirits back by Cordials brought.
The just Historians, Birtha thus express,
And tell how by her Syres Example taught,
She serv'd the wounded Duke in Life's distress,
And his fled Spirits back by Cordials brought.
19.
Black melancholy Mists, that fed despair
Through wounds long rage, with sprinkled Vervin cleer'd
Strew'd Leaves of Willow to refresh the air,
And with rich Fumes his sullen sences cheer'd.
Black melancholy Mists, that fed despair
Through wounds long rage, with sprinkled Vervin cleer'd
Strew'd Leaves of Willow to refresh the air,
And with rich Fumes his sullen sences cheer'd.
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