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32.
Like Winter, Hermegild; yet not so gray
And cold, but that his fashion seem'd to boast,
That even weak Winter is allow'd some day,
And the Air clear, and healthfull in a Frost.
Like Winter, Hermegild; yet not so gray
And cold, but that his fashion seem'd to boast,
That even weak Winter is allow'd some day,
And the Air clear, and healthfull in a Frost.
33.
All these, and Tybalt too (unless a Spie
He be, watching who thrives in Laura's sight)
Came hither, as in kind conspiracy,
To hasten Orna to her marriage plight.
All these, and Tybalt too (unless a Spie
He be, watching who thrives in Laura's sight)
Came hither, as in kind conspiracy,
To hasten Orna to her marriage plight.
34.
And now the Priests prepare for this high vow
All Rites that to their Laws can adde a grace;
To which the sequent knot they not allow,
Till a spent Moon recovers all her Face.
And now the Priests prepare for this high vow
All Rites that to their Laws can adde a grace;
To which the sequent knot they not allow,
Till a spent Moon recovers all her Face.
35.
And now the streets like Summer Meads appear!
For with sweet strewings Maids left Gardens bare,
As Lovers wish their sweeter Bosoms were,
When hid unkindly by dis-shevell'd Hair.
And now the streets like Summer Meads appear!
For with sweet strewings Maids left Gardens bare,
As Lovers wish their sweeter Bosoms were,
When hid unkindly by dis-shevell'd Hair.
36.
And Orna now (importun'd to possess
Her long wish'd joys) breaks through her blushes so,
As the fair Morn breaks through her rosyness;
And from a like guilt did their blushes grow.
And Orna now (importun'd to possess
Her long wish'd joys) breaks through her blushes so,
As the fair Morn breaks through her rosyness;
And from a like guilt did their blushes grow.
37.
She thinks her Love's high sickness now appears
A fit so weak, as does no med'cine need;
So soon societie can cure those fears
On which the Coward, Solitude, does feed.
She thinks her Love's high sickness now appears
A fit so weak, as does no med'cine need;
So soon societie can cure those fears
On which the Coward, Solitude, does feed.
38.
They with united joy blest Hurgonil
And Orna to the sacred Temple bring;
Whilst all the Court in triumph shew their Skill,
As if long bred by a triumphant King.
They with united joy blest Hurgonil
And Orna to the sacred Temple bring;
Whilst all the Court in triumph shew their Skill,
As if long bred by a triumphant King.
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