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69.
For 'tis some skill in innocence to bear
With temper the distempers of our Stars;
Not doubting griefs already come by fear
Of more, for fears but hasten threat'ned Wars.
For 'tis some skill in innocence to bear
With temper the distempers of our Stars;
Not doubting griefs already come by fear
Of more, for fears but hasten threat'ned Wars.
70.
But we will bravely suffer to inure
Our strength to weights against the new are laid;
That when 'tis known how much we can endure,
Our sufferings may make our Foes afraid.
But we will bravely suffer to inure
Our strength to weights against the new are laid;
That when 'tis known how much we can endure,
Our sufferings may make our Foes afraid.
71.
This Comet Glory shines but in portent;
Which from the Court does send her threatning Beams;
And looks as if it were by malice meant
To hasten Oswald's Faction to extreams.
This Comet Glory shines but in portent;
Which from the Court does send her threatning Beams;
And looks as if it were by malice meant
To hasten Oswald's Faction to extreams.
72.
Since Hurgonil, who just fore-ran the Boy
Could not instruct us, we as much may know
Of the first Light, as of these fires of joy;
Which is, that both did out of darkness grow.
Since Hurgonil, who just fore-ran the Boy
Could not instruct us, we as much may know
Of the first Light, as of these fires of joy;
Which is, that both did out of darkness grow.
73.
Yet this the King might hide in Kingly skill,
Wisely to make his bounty more his own:
Kings stoop for Counsel, who impart their will;
His Acts, like Heav'ns, make not their Causes known.
Yet this the King might hide in Kingly skill,
Wisely to make his bounty more his own:
Kings stoop for Counsel, who impart their will;
His Acts, like Heav'ns, make not their Causes known.
74.
Yet with as plain a heart as love untaught
In Birtha wears, I here to Birtha make
A vow, that Rhodalind I never sought,
Nor now would with her love her greatness take.
Yet with as plain a heart as love untaught
In Birtha wears, I here to Birtha make
A vow, that Rhodalind I never sought,
Nor now would with her love her greatness take.
75.
Love's bonds are for her greatness made too straight;
And me Ambition's pleasures cannot please;
Ev'n Priests, who on the higher Altar wait;
Think a continu'd rev'rence loss of ease.
Love's bonds are for her greatness made too straight;
And me Ambition's pleasures cannot please;
Ev'n Priests, who on the higher Altar wait;
Think a continu'd rev'rence loss of ease.
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