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GONDIBERT,
83.
Thy little Grecian Godhead as my Guide
I have attended many a Winter night;
To seek whom Time for honour's sake would hide,
Since in mine age sought by a wasted light:
Thy little Grecian Godhead as my Guide
I have attended many a Winter night;
To seek whom Time for honour's sake would hide,
Since in mine age sought by a wasted light:
84.
But ere my remnant of Life's Lamp be spent,
Whilst I in Lab'rinths stray amongst the Dead;
I mean to recollect the paths I went,
And judge from thence the steps I am to tread.
But ere my remnant of Life's Lamp be spent,
Whilst I in Lab'rinths stray amongst the Dead;
I mean to recollect the paths I went,
And judge from thence the steps I am to tread.
85.
Thy walk (though as a common Deitie
The Croud does follow thee) misterious grows:
For Rhodalind may now closs Mourner die,
Since Gondibert, too late, her sorrow knows.
Thy walk (though as a common Deitie
The Croud does follow thee) misterious grows:
For Rhodalind may now closs Mourner die,
Since Gondibert, too late, her sorrow knows.
86.
Young Hurgonil above dear light prefers
Calm Orna, who his highest Love out-loves;
Yet envious Clouds in Lombard Registers
Orecast their Morn, what ere their Evening proves.
Young Hurgonil above dear light prefers
Calm Orna, who his highest Love out-loves;
Yet envious Clouds in Lombard Registers
Orecast their Morn, what ere their Evening proves.
87.
For fatal Laura trustie Tybalt pines;
For haughtie Gartha, subtle Hermegild;
Whilst she her beautie, youth, and birth declines;
And as to Fate, does to Ambition yield.
For fatal Laura trustie Tybalt pines;
For haughtie Gartha, subtle Hermegild;
Whilst she her beautie, youth, and birth declines;
And as to Fate, does to Ambition yield.
88.
Great Gondibert, to bashfull Birtha bends;
Whom she adores like Virtue in a Throne;
Whilst Ulfinore, and Goltho (late vow'd Friends
By him) are now his Rivals, and their own.
Great Gondibert, to bashfull Birtha bends;
Whom she adores like Virtue in a Throne;
Whilst Ulfinore, and Goltho (late vow'd Friends
By him) are now his Rivals, and their own.
89.
Through ways thus intricate to Lovers Urns,
Thou lead'st me, Love, to shew thy Trophies past;
Where time (less cruel than thy Godhead) mourns
In ruins, which thy pride would have to last.
Through ways thus intricate to Lovers Urns,
Thou lead'st me, Love, to shew thy Trophies past;
Where time (less cruel than thy Godhead) mourns
In ruins, which thy pride would have to last.
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