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GONDIBERT,
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And she in love unpractis'd and unread,
(But for some hints her Mistress, Nature, taught)
Had it, till now, like grief with silence fed;
For Love and grief are nourish'd best with thought.

63.
But this closs Diet Love endures not long;
He must in sighs, or speech, take ayr abroad;
And thus, with his Interpreter, her Tongue,
He ventures forth, though like a stranger aw'd.

64.
She said, those virtues now she highly needs,
Which he so pow'rfully does in her praise,
To check (since vanitie on praises feed)
That pride, which his authentick words may raise.

65.
That if her Pray'rs, or care, did ought restore
Of absent health, in his bemoan'd distress;
She beg'd, he would approve her duty more,
And so commend her feeble virtue less,

66.
That she, the payment he of love would make,
Less understood, than yet the debt she knew;
But coyns unknown suspitiously we take,
And debts, till manifest, are never due.

67.
With bashfull Looks besought him to retire,
Lest the sharp Ayr should his new health invade;
And as she spake, she saw her reverend Syre
Approach to seek her in her usual shade.

68.
To whom with filial homage she does how;
The Duke did first at distant duty stand,
But soon imbrac'd his knees; whilst he more low
Does bend to him, and then reach'd Birtha's hand.

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