an Heroick Poem.
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48.
Then thus he spake, This (Birtha) from my Male
Progenitours, was to the loyal she
On whose kind Heart they did in love prevail,
The Nuptial Pledge, and this I give to thee!
Then thus he spake, This (Birtha) from my Male
Progenitours, was to the loyal she
On whose kind Heart they did in love prevail,
The Nuptial Pledge, and this I give to thee!
49.
Seven Centuries have pass'd since it from Bride
To Bride did first succeed; and though 'tis known
From ancient lore, that Gems much virtue hide,
And that the Emrauld is the Bridal Stone.
Seven Centuries have pass'd since it from Bride
To Bride did first succeed; and though 'tis known
From ancient lore, that Gems much virtue hide,
And that the Emrauld is the Bridal Stone.
50.
Though much renown'd because it chastens loves,
And will, when worn by the neglected wife,
Shew when her absent Lord disloyal proves,
By faintness, and a pale decay of life;
Though much renown'd because it chastens loves,
And will, when worn by the neglected wife,
Shew when her absent Lord disloyal proves,
By faintness, and a pale decay of life;
51.
Though Emraulds serve as Spies to jealous Brides,
Yet each compar'd to this does counsel keep;
Like a false Stone, the Husbands falshood hides,
Or seems born blind, or feigns a dying sleep.
Though Emraulds serve as Spies to jealous Brides,
Yet each compar'd to this does counsel keep;
Like a false Stone, the Husbands falshood hides,
Or seems born blind, or feigns a dying sleep.
52.
With this take Orgo, as a better Spy;
Who may in all your kinder fears be sent
To watch at Court, if I deserve to die
By making this to fade, and you lament.
With this take Orgo, as a better Spy;
Who may in all your kinder fears be sent
To watch at Court, if I deserve to die
By making this to fade, and you lament.
53.
Had now an artfull Pencil Birtha drawn
(With grief all dark, then straight with joy all light)
He must have fancy'd first in early dawn,
A sudden break of beautie out of Night.
Had now an artfull Pencil Birtha drawn
(With grief all dark, then straight with joy all light)
He must have fancy'd first in early dawn,
A sudden break of beautie out of Night.
54.
Or first he must have mark'd what Paleness, Fear,
Like nipping Frost, did to her visage bring;
Then think he sees, in a cold backward year,
A Rosie Morn begin a sudden Spring.
Or first he must have mark'd what Paleness, Fear,
Like nipping Frost, did to her visage bring;
Then think he sees, in a cold backward year,
A Rosie Morn begin a sudden Spring.
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