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48.
With tears, bids Gondibert to Heav'ns Eye make
All good within, as to the World he seems;
And in gain'd Birtha then from Hymen take
All youth can wish, and all his age esteems.
With tears, bids Gondibert to Heav'ns Eye make
All good within, as to the World he seems;
And in gain'd Birtha then from Hymen take
All youth can wish, and all his age esteems.
49.
Straight to his lov'd Philosophers he hies,
Who now at Nature's Counsel busie are
To trace new Lights, which some old Gazer spies,
Whilst the Duke seeks more busily his Star.
Straight to his lov'd Philosophers he hies,
Who now at Nature's Counsel busie are
To trace new Lights, which some old Gazer spies,
Whilst the Duke seeks more busily his Star.
50.
But in her search, he is by Goltho stay'd,
Who in a closs dark Covert folds his Arms;
His Eyes with thought grow darker than that shade,
Such thought as brow and breast with study warms.
But in her search, he is by Goltho stay'd,
Who in a closs dark Covert folds his Arms;
His Eyes with thought grow darker than that shade,
Such thought as brow and breast with study warms.
51.
Fix'd to unheeded object is his Eye
His sences he calls in, as if t'improve
By outward absence inward extasie,
Such as makes Prophets, or is made by Love.
Fix'd to unheeded object is his Eye
His sences he calls in, as if t'improve
By outward absence inward extasie,
Such as makes Prophets, or is made by Love.
52.
Awake (said Gondibert) for now in vain
Thou dream'st of sov'reignty and War's success;
Hope, nought has left, which Worth should wish to gain;
And all Ambition is but Hope's excess.
Awake (said Gondibert) for now in vain
Thou dream'st of sov'reignty and War's success;
Hope, nought has left, which Worth should wish to gain;
And all Ambition is but Hope's excess.
53.
Bid all our Worthies to unarm, and rest!
For they have nought to conquer worth their care;
I have a Father's right in Birtha's breast,
And that's the peace for which the wise make war.
Bid all our Worthies to unarm, and rest!
For they have nought to conquer worth their care;
I have a Father's right in Birtha's breast,
And that's the peace for which the wise make war.
54.
At this starts Goltho, like some Armie's Chief,
Whom unintrench'd, a midnight Larum wakes,
By pawse then gave disorder'd sence relief,
And this reply with kindled passion makes:
At this starts Goltho, like some Armie's Chief,
Whom unintrench'd, a midnight Larum wakes,
By pawse then gave disorder'd sence relief,
And this reply with kindled passion makes:
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