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GONDIBERT,
41.
To fighting Fields, send all your honour back,
To Courts your dang'rous Tongue and civil shape,
That Country Maids may Men no more mistake,
Nor seek dark Death, that they may Love escape.

42.
Now soon to Heav'n her Soul had found the way,
(For there it oft had been in pray'r and praise)
But that his vows did life with loudness stay,
And life's warm help did soon her Body raise.

43.
And now he gently leads her; for no more
He lets th'unhallow'd Ground a faln Flow'r wear,
Sweeter than Nature's Bosom ever wore;
And now these vows sends kindly to her Ear.

44.
If (Birtha) I am false, think none too blame
For thinking Truth (by which the Soul subsists)
No farther to be found than in the name;
Think humane kind betraid ev'n by their Priests.

45.
Think all my Sex so vile, that you may chide
Those Maids who to your Mothers Nuptials ran;
And praise your Mother who so early dy'd,
Remembring whom she marry'd was a Man.

46.
This great Court miracle you strait receive
From Orgo, and your faith the whole allows;
Why since you Orgo's words so soon believe
Will you less civilly suspect my vows?

47.
My Vows, which want the Temples seal, will bind
(Though private kept) surer than publick Laws;
For Laws but force the Body, but my Mind
Your Virtue Counsels, whilst your beauty draws.

Thus