an Heroick Poem.
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46.
Your suit would have your love with love repay'd;
To which Arts conquests, when all science flows,
Compar'd, are Students dreams; and triumphs made
By glorious Courts and Camps, but painted shows.
Your suit would have your love with love repay'd;
To which Arts conquests, when all science flows,
Compar'd, are Students dreams; and triumphs made
By glorious Courts and Camps, but painted shows.
47.
Even Art's Dictators, who give Laws to Schools,
Are but dead Heads; States-men, who Empire move,
But prosp'rous Spies; and Victors, fighting Fools,
When they their Trophies rank with those of Love.
Even Art's Dictators, who give Laws to Schools,
Are but dead Heads; States-men, who Empire move,
But prosp'rous Spies; and Victors, fighting Fools,
When they their Trophies rank with those of Love.
48.
And when against your fears I thus declame,
(Yet make your danger more, whilst I decry
Your worth to hers) then wisely fear I blame;
For fears are hurtfull'st when attempts are high.
And when against your fears I thus declame,
(Yet make your danger more, whilst I decry
Your worth to hers) then wisely fear I blame;
For fears are hurtfull'st when attempts are high.
49.
And you should think your noble dangers less,
When most my praise does her renown prefer;
For that takes off your hasty hope's excess;
And when we little hope, we nothing fear.
And you should think your noble dangers less,
When most my praise does her renown prefer;
For that takes off your hasty hope's excess;
And when we little hope, we nothing fear.
50.
Now you are taught your sickness, learn your cure;
You shall to Court, and there serve Rhodalind;
Trie if her virtue's force you can endure
In the same Sphear, without eclipse of mind.
Now you are taught your sickness, learn your cure;
You shall to Court, and there serve Rhodalind;
Trie if her virtue's force you can endure
In the same Sphear, without eclipse of mind.
51.
Your Lord may there your Souls compare; for we,
Though Souls, like stars, make not their greatnes known;
May find which greater than the other be;
The Stars are measur'd by Comparison!
Your Lord may there your Souls compare; for we,
Though Souls, like stars, make not their greatnes known;
May find which greater than the other be;
The Stars are measur'd by Comparison!
52.
Your plighted Lord shall you ere long prefer
To near attendance on this royal Maid:
Quit then officious Fear! The Jealous fear
They are not fearfull, when to death afraid.
Your plighted Lord shall you ere long prefer
To near attendance on this royal Maid:
Quit then officious Fear! The Jealous fear
They are not fearfull, when to death afraid.
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