an Heroick Poem.
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66.
Like Thieves surpriz'd whilst they divide their prize,
Her Maids run and return through ev'ry room;
Still seeming doubtfull where their safety lies,
All speaking with their looks, and all are dumb.
Like Thieves surpriz'd whilst they divide their prize,
Her Maids run and return through ev'ry room;
Still seeming doubtfull where their safety lies,
All speaking with their looks, and all are dumb.
67.
She, who to dangers could more boldly wake,
With words, swift as those errands which her heart
Sends out in glances, thus to Goltho spake:
My Mother, Sir, Alas! You must depart.
She, who to dangers could more boldly wake,
With words, swift as those errands which her heart
Sends out in glances, thus to Goltho spake:
My Mother, Sir, Alas! You must depart.
68.
She is severe, as dying Confessours,
As jealous as unable Husbands are,
She Youth in Men, like Age in Maids abhors,
And has more Spies than any Civil War.
She is severe, as dying Confessours,
As jealous as unable Husbands are,
She Youth in Men, like Age in Maids abhors,
And has more Spies than any Civil War.
69.
Yet would you but submit to be conceal'd,
I have a Closet secret as my Brest,
Which is to Men, nor Day, no more reveal'd,
Than a closs Swallow in his Winters Nest.
Yet would you but submit to be conceal'd,
I have a Closet secret as my Brest,
Which is to Men, nor Day, no more reveal'd,
Than a closs Swallow in his Winters Nest.
70.
To this good Goltho did begin to yield,
But Ulfinore (who doubts that it may tend
To base retreat, unless they quit the Field)
Does by Example govern, and descend.
To this good Goltho did begin to yield,
But Ulfinore (who doubts that it may tend
To base retreat, unless they quit the Field)
Does by Example govern, and descend.
71.
And now his Eyes ev'n wake with longingness,
Ready to break their strings to get abroad,
To see this Matron, by whose sole access
Dalga in all her furious hopes is aw'd.
And now his Eyes ev'n wake with longingness,
Ready to break their strings to get abroad,
To see this Matron, by whose sole access
Dalga in all her furious hopes is aw'd.
72.
And as he watch'd her civil Mercurie,
The hopefull Page, he saw him entrance give,
Not to a Matron still prepar'd to die,
But to a Youth wholly design'd to ⟨live⟩.
And as he watch'd her civil Mercurie,
The hopefull Page, he saw him entrance give,
Not to a Matron still prepar'd to die,
But to a Youth wholly design'd to ⟨live⟩.
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