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GONDIBERT,
83.
Nor do I break his trust when 'tis reveal'd
To thee, since we are now so much the same,
That when from thee, it is from me conceal'd,
For we admit no diff'rence but in name.
Nor do I break his trust when 'tis reveal'd
To thee, since we are now so much the same,
That when from thee, it is from me conceal'd,
For we admit no diff'rence but in name.
84.
But be it still from ev'ry other Ear
Preserv'd, and strictly by our mutual vow:
His Laws are still to my obedience dear,
Who was my Gen'ral, though my Rival now.
But be it still from ev'ry other Ear
Preserv'd, and strictly by our mutual vow:
His Laws are still to my obedience dear,
Who was my Gen'ral, though my Rival now.
85.
And well thou knowst how much mine Eyes did melt
When our great Leader they did first perceive
Love's Captive led; whose sorrows then I felt,
Though now for greater of mine own I grieve.
And well thou knowst how much mine Eyes did melt
When our great Leader they did first perceive
Love's Captive led; whose sorrows then I felt,
Though now for greater of mine own I grieve.
86.
Nor do I now by love in duty erre;
For if I get what he would fain possess,
Then he a Monarch is, and I preferre
Him who undoes the world in being less.
Nor do I now by love in duty erre;
For if I get what he would fain possess,
Then he a Monarch is, and I preferre
Him who undoes the world in being less.
87.
When Heav'n (which hath preferr'd me to thy brest
Where Friendship is inthron'd) shall make it known
That I am worth thy love, which is exprest
By making Heav'nly Birtha all mine own.
When Heav'n (which hath preferr'd me to thy brest
Where Friendship is inthron'd) shall make it known
That I am worth thy love, which is exprest
By making Heav'nly Birtha all mine own.
88.
Then at this quiet Eden thou wilt call,
And stay a while, to mark if Love's prais'd Plant
Have after Spring a ripeness, and a Fall,
Or never of the first abundance want.
Then at this quiet Eden thou wilt call,
And stay a while, to mark if Love's prais'd Plant
Have after Spring a ripeness, and a Fall,
Or never of the first abundance want.
88.
And I shall tell thee then if Poets are
In using Beauty's Pencil false, or blind;
For they have Birtha drawn but sweet and fair;
Stiles of her Face, the Curtain of her Mind!
And I shall tell thee then if Poets are
In using Beauty's Pencil false, or blind;
For they have Birtha drawn but sweet and fair;
Stiles of her Face, the Curtain of her Mind!
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