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GONDIBERT,
4.
To conquer Tumult, Nature's suddain force,
War, Arts delib'rate strength, was first devis'd;
Cruel to those whose rage has no remorse,
Lest civil pow'r should be by Throngs surpris'd.
To conquer Tumult, Nature's suddain force,
War, Arts delib'rate strength, was first devis'd;
Cruel to those whose rage has no remorse,
Lest civil pow'r should be by Throngs surpris'd.
5.
The feeble Law rescues but doubtfully
From the Oppressours single Arm our right;
Till to its pow'r the wise wars help apply;
Which soberly does Mans loose rage unite.
The feeble Law rescues but doubtfully
From the Oppressours single Arm our right;
Till to its pow'r the wise wars help apply;
Which soberly does Mans loose rage unite.
6.
Yet since on all War never needfull was,
Wise Aribert did keep the People sure
By Laws from lesser dangers; for the Laws
Them from themselves, and not from pow'r secure.
Yet since on all War never needfull was,
Wise Aribert did keep the People sure
By Laws from lesser dangers; for the Laws
Them from themselves, and not from pow'r secure.
7.
Else Conquerours, by making Laws, orecome
Their own gain'd pow'r, and leave mens furie free;
Who growing deaf to pow'r, the Laws grow dumb;
Since none can plead where all may Judges be.
Else Conquerours, by making Laws, orecome
Their own gain'd pow'r, and leave mens furie free;
Who growing deaf to pow'r, the Laws grow dumb;
Since none can plead where all may Judges be.
8.
Prais'd was this King for war, the Laws broad shield;
And for acknowledg'd Laws, the art of Peace;
Happy in all which Heav'n to Kings does yield,
But a successour when his cares shall cease.
Prais'd was this King for war, the Laws broad shield;
And for acknowledg'd Laws, the art of Peace;
Happy in all which Heav'n to Kings does yield,
But a successour when his cares shall cease.
9.
For no Male Pledge, to give a lasting name,
Sprung from his bed, yet Heav'n to him allow'd
One of the gentler sex, whose Storie Fame
Has made my Song, to make the Lombards proud.
For no Male Pledge, to give a lasting name,
Sprung from his bed, yet Heav'n to him allow'd
One of the gentler sex, whose Storie Fame
Has made my Song, to make the Lombards proud.
10.
Recorded Rhodalind! whose high renown
Who miss in Books, not luckily have read;
Or vex'd by living beauties of their own
Have shunn'd the wise Records of Lovers dead.
Recorded Rhodalind! whose high renown
Who miss in Books, not luckily have read;
Or vex'd by living beauties of their own
Have shunn'd the wise Records of Lovers dead.
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