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Madagascar.
Their lookes; where forc'd-state-clouds, nere strive to lowre,
As if sweet feature, bus'nesse could makesowre:
Where solemne sadnesse of a new court face,
Nere meant to signifie their pow'r, or place.
You may esteeme them Lovers by their haire;
The colour warnes no Lady to despaire;
And Nature seem'd to prove their stature such,
As tooke not scantly from her, nor too much:
So tall, wee can't mis-name their stature length,
Nor think't lesse made for comlinesse, than strength.
Their hearts are more, than what wee noble call,
And still make Envy weary of her Gall.
So gentle soft; their valours with more ease,
Might be betrai'd to suffer than displease:
Compar'd to Lovers, Lovers were undone;
Since still the best gaine by comparison.
Of these, the God-like Sidney was a Type,
Whose fame still growes, and yet is ever ripe;
Like fruits of Paradise, which nought could blast
But ignorance; for a desire to taste,
And know, produc'd no curse; but neut'rall will,
When knowledge made indiff'rent, good, and ill.
As if sweet feature, bus'nesse could makesowre:
Where solemne sadnesse of a new court face,
Nere meant to signifie their pow'r, or place.
You may esteeme them Lovers by their haire;
The colour warnes no Lady to despaire;
And Nature seem'd to prove their stature such,
As tooke not scantly from her, nor too much:
So tall, wee can't mis-name their stature length,
Nor think't lesse made for comlinesse, than strength.
Their hearts are more, than what wee noble call,
And still make Envy weary of her Gall.
So gentle soft; their valours with more ease,
Might be betrai'd to suffer than displease:
Compar'd to Lovers, Lovers were undone;
Since still the best gaine by comparison.
Of these, the God-like Sidney was a Type,
Whose fame still growes, and yet is ever ripe;
Like fruits of Paradise, which nought could blast
But ignorance; for a desire to taste,
And know, produc'd no curse; but neut'rall will,
When knowledge made indiff'rent, good, and ill.
So
