an Heroick Poem.
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20.
And now cold Birtha's rosie looks decay;
Who in Fear's Frost had like her beauty dy'd,
But that Attendant Hope perswades her stay
A while, to hear her Duke, who thus reply'd:
And now cold Birtha's rosie looks decay;
Who in Fear's Frost had like her beauty dy'd,
But that Attendant Hope perswades her stay
A while, to hear her Duke, who thus reply'd:
21.
Victorious King! Abroad your Subjects are
Like Legats safe, at home like Altars free!
Ev'n by your fame they conquer as by war;
And by your Laws safe from each other be.
Victorious King! Abroad your Subjects are
Like Legats safe, at home like Altars free!
Ev'n by your fame they conquer as by war;
And by your Laws safe from each other be.
22.
A King you are ore Subjects, so as wise
And noble Husbands seem ore Loyal Wives;
Who claim not, yet confess their liberties,
And brag to strangers of their happy lives.
A King you are ore Subjects, so as wise
And noble Husbands seem ore Loyal Wives;
Who claim not, yet confess their liberties,
And brag to strangers of their happy lives.
23.
To Foes a winter storm; whilst your Friends bow
Like Summer Trees, beneath your bounty's load;
To me (next him whom your great self, with low
And chearfull duty serves) a giving God.
To Foes a winter storm; whilst your Friends bow
Like Summer Trees, beneath your bounty's load;
To me (next him whom your great self, with low
And chearfull duty serves) a giving God.
24.
Since this is you, and Rhodalind (the Light
By which her Sex fled virtue find) is yours;
Your Diamond, which tests of jealous sight,
The stroke, and fire, and Oisel's juice endures;
Since this is you, and Rhodalind (the Light
By which her Sex fled virtue find) is yours;
Your Diamond, which tests of jealous sight,
The stroke, and fire, and Oisel's juice endures;
25.
Since she so precious is, I shall appear
All counterfeit, of Art's disguises made;
And never dare approach her Lustre near;
Who can scarce hold my value in the shade.
Since she so precious is, I shall appear
All counterfeit, of Art's disguises made;
And never dare approach her Lustre near;
Who can scarce hold my value in the shade.
26.
Forgive me that I am not what I seem;
But falsly have dissembled an excess
Of all such virtues as you most esteem;
And now grow good but as I ills confess.
Forgive me that I am not what I seem;
But falsly have dissembled an excess
Of all such virtues as you most esteem;
And now grow good but as I ills confess.
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