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Wise Youth, in books and battels early finds
What thoughtless lazy Men perceive too late;
Books shew the utmost conquests of our Minds;
Battels, the best of our lov'd Bodies fate.
Wise Youth, in books and battels early finds
What thoughtless lazy Men perceive too late;
Books shew the utmost conquests of our Minds;
Battels, the best of our lov'd Bodies fate.
21.
Yet this great breeding, joyn'd with Kings high blood
(Whose blood Ambition's feaver over-heats)
May spoil digestion, which would else be good,
As stomachs are deprav'd with highest Meats.
Yet this great breeding, joyn'd with Kings high blood
(Whose blood Ambition's feaver over-heats)
May spoil digestion, which would else be good,
As stomachs are deprav'd with highest Meats.
22.
For though Books serve as Diet of the Mind,
If knowledge, early got, self-value breeds,
By false digestion it is turn'd to wind;
And what should nourish, on the Eater feeds.
For though Books serve as Diet of the Mind,
If knowledge, early got, self-value breeds,
By false digestion it is turn'd to wind;
And what should nourish, on the Eater feeds.
23.
Though Wars great shape best educates the sight,
And makes small soft'ning objects less our care;
Yet War, when urg'd for glory, more than right,
Shews Victors but authentick Murd'rers are.
Though Wars great shape best educates the sight,
And makes small soft'ning objects less our care;
Yet War, when urg'd for glory, more than right,
Shews Victors but authentick Murd'rers are.
24.
And I may fear that your last victories,
Where Glory's Toyls, and you will ill abide
(Since with new Trophies still you fed your Eyes)
Those little objects which in Shades we hide.
And I may fear that your last victories,
Where Glory's Toyls, and you will ill abide
(Since with new Trophies still you fed your Eyes)
Those little objects which in Shades we hide.
25.
Could you in Fortunes smiles, foretel her frowns,
Our old Foes slain, you would not hunt for new;
But Victors, after wreaths, pretend at Crowns,
And such think Rhodalind their Valour's due.
Could you in Fortunes smiles, foretel her frowns,
Our old Foes slain, you would not hunt for new;
But Victors, after wreaths, pretend at Crowns,
And such think Rhodalind their Valour's due.
26.
To this the gentle Gondibert replies;
Think not Ambition can my duty sway,
I look on Rhodalind with Subjects Eyes,
Whom he that conquers, must in right obay.
To this the gentle Gondibert replies;
Think not Ambition can my duty sway,
I look on Rhodalind with Subjects Eyes,
Whom he that conquers, must in right obay.
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