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GONDIBERT,
31.
For a black Beauty did her pride display
Through a large Window, and in Jewels shon,
As if to please the World, weeping for day,
Night had put all her Starry Jewels on.
For a black Beauty did her pride display
Through a large Window, and in Jewels shon,
As if to please the World, weeping for day,
Night had put all her Starry Jewels on.
32.
This Beauty gaz'd on both, and Ulfinore
Hung down his Head, but yet did lift his Eyes;
As if he fain would see a little more:
For much, though bashful, he did beauty prise.
This Beauty gaz'd on both, and Ulfinore
Hung down his Head, but yet did lift his Eyes;
As if he fain would see a little more:
For much, though bashful, he did beauty prise.
33.
Goltho did like a blushless Statue stare;
Boldly her practis'd boldness did out-look;
And even for fear she would mistrust her snare,
Was ready to cry out, That he was took!
Goltho did like a blushless Statue stare;
Boldly her practis'd boldness did out-look;
And even for fear she would mistrust her snare,
Was ready to cry out, That he was took!
34.
She, with a wicked Woman's prosp'rous Art,
A seeming modesty, the Window clos'd;
Wisely delay'd his Eyes, since of his Heart
She thought, she had sufficiently dispos'd.
She, with a wicked Woman's prosp'rous Art,
A seeming modesty, the Window clos'd;
Wisely delay'd his Eyes, since of his Heart
She thought, she had sufficiently dispos'd.
35.
And he thus straight complain'd! Ah Ulfinore,
How vainly Glory has our Youth misled?
The Wind which blows us from the happy Shore,
And drives us from the Living to the Dead:
And he thus straight complain'd! Ah Ulfinore,
How vainly Glory has our Youth misled?
The Wind which blows us from the happy Shore,
And drives us from the Living to the Dead:
36.
To bloudy slaughters, and perhaps of those
Who might beget such Beauties as this Maid;
The Sleepy here are never wak'd with Foes;
Nor are of ought but Ladies frowns afraid.
To bloudy slaughters, and perhaps of those
Who might beget such Beauties as this Maid;
The Sleepy here are never wak'd with Foes;
Nor are of ought but Ladies frowns afraid.
37.
Ere he could more lament, a little Page,
Clean, and perfum'd (one whom this Dame did breed
To guess at ills, too manly for his age)
Steps swiftly to him, and arrests his steed.
Ere he could more lament, a little Page,
Clean, and perfum'd (one whom this Dame did breed
To guess at ills, too manly for his age)
Steps swiftly to him, and arrests his steed.
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