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GONDIBERT,
26.
Howere Heav'n knows, (the witness of the Mind)
My heart bears Men no malice, nor esteems
Young Princes of the common cruel kind,
Nor Love so foul as it in Story seems.
Howere Heav'n knows, (the witness of the Mind)
My heart bears Men no malice, nor esteems
Young Princes of the common cruel kind,
Nor Love so foul as it in Story seems.
27.
Yet if this Prince brought Love, what ere it be,
I must suspect, though I accuse it not;
For since he came, my medc'nal Huswiferie,
Confections, and my Stils, are all forgot.
Yet if this Prince brought Love, what ere it be,
I must suspect, though I accuse it not;
For since he came, my medc'nal Huswiferie,
Confections, and my Stils, are all forgot.
28.
Blossoms in winds, Berries in Frosts may fall!
And Flow'rs sink down in Rain! For I no more
Shall Maids to woods, for early gath'rings call,
Nor haste to Gardens to prevent a showre.
Blossoms in winds, Berries in Frosts may fall!
And Flow'rs sink down in Rain! For I no more
Shall Maids to woods, for early gath'rings call,
Nor haste to Gardens to prevent a showre.
29.
This said, retires; and now a lovely shame
That she reveal'd so much, possess'd her Cheeks;
In a dark Lanthorn she would bear Love's flame,
To hide her self, whilst she her Lover seeks.
This said, retires; and now a lovely shame
That she reveal'd so much, possess'd her Cheeks;
In a dark Lanthorn she would bear Love's flame,
To hide her self, whilst she her Lover seeks.
30.
And to that Lover let our Song return:
Whose Tale so well was to her Father told,
As the Philosopher did seem to mourn
That Youth had reach'd such worth, and he so old.
And to that Lover let our Song return:
Whose Tale so well was to her Father told,
As the Philosopher did seem to mourn
That Youth had reach'd such worth, and he so old.
31.
Yet Birtha was so precious in his Eyes,
Her vanish'd Mother still so near his mind,
That farther yet he thus his prudence tries,
Ere such a Pledge he to his trust resign'd.
Yet Birtha was so precious in his Eyes,
Her vanish'd Mother still so near his mind,
That farther yet he thus his prudence tries,
Ere such a Pledge he to his trust resign'd.
32.
Who ere (said he) in thy first story looks,
Shall praise thy wise conversing with the Dead;
For with the Dead he lives, who is with Books,
And in the Camp (Death's moving Palace) bred.
Who ere (said he) in thy first story looks,
Shall praise thy wise conversing with the Dead;
For with the Dead he lives, who is with Books,
And in the Camp (Death's moving Palace) bred.
Wise
