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GONDIBERT,
13.
His Valour shall the Gothick Conquest keep:
And would to Heav'n that all your mighty Minds
As soon were pleas'd, as Infants are with sleep,
And you had Musick common as the winds.
His Valour shall the Gothick Conquest keep:
And would to Heav'n that all your mighty Minds
As soon were pleas'd, as Infants are with sleep,
And you had Musick common as the winds.
14.
That all the Year your Seasons were like Spring;
All joy'd as Birds, and all as Lovers kind;
That ev'ry famous Fighter were a King,
And each, like you, could have a Rhodalind.
That all the Year your Seasons were like Spring;
All joy'd as Birds, and all as Lovers kind;
That ev'ry famous Fighter were a King,
And each, like you, could have a Rhodalind.
15.
For she is yours, as your adoption, free;
And in that gift my remnant Life I give;
But 'tis to you, brave Youth! Who now are she;
And she that Heav'n where secondly I live.
For she is yours, as your adoption, free;
And in that gift my remnant Life I give;
But 'tis to you, brave Youth! Who now are she;
And she that Heav'n where secondly I live.
16.
And richer than that Crown (which shall be thine,
When Life's long Progress I am gone with Fame)
Take all her love; which scarce forbears to shine
And own thee, through her Virgin-Curtain, Shame.
And richer than that Crown (which shall be thine,
When Life's long Progress I am gone with Fame)
Take all her love; which scarce forbears to shine
And own thee, through her Virgin-Curtain, Shame.
17.
Thus spake the King, and Rhodalind appear'd
Through publish'd Love, with so much bashfulness,
As young Kings shew, when by surprize ore-heard,
Moaning to Fav'rite Ears a deep distress.
Thus spake the King, and Rhodalind appear'd
Through publish'd Love, with so much bashfulness,
As young Kings shew, when by surprize ore-heard,
Moaning to Fav'rite Ears a deep distress.
18.
For Love is a distress, and would be hid
Like Monarchs grief, by which they bashfull grow;
And in that shame beholders they forbid;
Since those blush most, who must their blushes show.
For Love is a distress, and would be hid
Like Monarchs grief, by which they bashfull grow;
And in that shame beholders they forbid;
Since those blush most, who must their blushes show.
19.
And Gondibert with dying Eyes did grieve
At her vail'd love (a wound he cannot heal)
As great Minds mourn, who cannot then relieve
The virtuous, when through shame they want, conceal.
And Gondibert with dying Eyes did grieve
At her vail'd love (a wound he cannot heal)
As great Minds mourn, who cannot then relieve
The virtuous, when through shame they want, conceal.
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