Elizium.
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The scatter'd treasure of the Spring, blowne by
Autumn's rude winds from our discoverie;
Lillies, and Roses; all that's faire and sweet,
There reconcil'd to their first roots we meet:
There, only those triumphant Lovers reigne,
Whose passions knew on earth so little staine,
Like Angels they nere felt what sexes meant;
Virtue, was first their nature, then intent:
There, toyling Victors safely are possest,
With servent youth, eternitie, and rest;
But they were such, who when they got the field;
To teach the conquer'd, victorie, could yeeld
Themselves againe; as if true glorie were
To bring the foe to courage, not to feare.
There are no talking Greeks, who their blood lost,
Not for the cause, but for a theame to boast;
As if they strove enough for Fame, that sought
To have their Batailes better told, than fought.
There I a Vestal's Shadow first did spy,
Who when a live with holy huswifry,
Trick'd up in lawne, and flow'ry Wreaths (each hand
Cleane as her thoughts) did'fore the Altar stand:
Autumn's rude winds from our discoverie;
Lillies, and Roses; all that's faire and sweet,
There reconcil'd to their first roots we meet:
There, only those triumphant Lovers reigne,
Whose passions knew on earth so little staine,
Like Angels they nere felt what sexes meant;
Virtue, was first their nature, then intent:
There, toyling Victors safely are possest,
With servent youth, eternitie, and rest;
But they were such, who when they got the field;
To teach the conquer'd, victorie, could yeeld
Themselves againe; as if true glorie were
To bring the foe to courage, not to feare.
There are no talking Greeks, who their blood lost,
Not for the cause, but for a theame to boast;
As if they strove enough for Fame, that sought
To have their Batailes better told, than fought.
There I a Vestal's Shadow first did spy,
Who when a live with holy huswifry,
Trick'd up in lawne, and flow'ry Wreaths (each hand
Cleane as her thoughts) did'fore the Altar stand:
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