"GONDIBERT. AN HEROIC POEM." BY SIR WILLIAM DAVENANT.* THE SECOND BOOK. CANTO THE SEVENTH. THE ARGUMENT. The duke's wish'd health in doubtfull wounds affur'd, I. LET none our Lombard authour rudely blame Who from the story has thus long digreft; But for his righteous pains, may his fair fame For ever travel, whilft his afhes rest. * Born 1605; dyed 1668. 2. Ill could he leave Art's shop of Nature's store, 5 Where the the hidden foul would make more known; Though common faith seeks fouls, which is no more Than long opinion to religion grown. 3. A while then let this fage hiftorian stay With Aftragon, till he new wounds reveals, 10 And fuch (though now the old are worn away) As balm, nor juice of Pyrol, never heals. 4. To Aftragon heav'n for fucceffion gave One onely pledge, and Birtha was her name; Whose mother flept, where flowers grew on her grave, And the fucceeded her in face, and fame. 5. Her beauty, princes durft not hope to use, 15 Unless, like poets, for their morning theam; And her minds beauty they would rather chufe, Which did the light in beautie's lanthorn feem. 6. She ne'er faw courts, yet courts would have un done, With untaught looks, and an unpractis'd heart, Her nets, the most prepar'd could never shun, 7. She never had in bufie cities bin, 25 Ne'r warm'd with hopes, nor ere allay'd with fears; Not seeing punishment, could guess no fin, 8. But here her father's precepts gave her skill, 9. And as kind Nature with calm diligence 10. Whilft her great mistress, Nature, thus fhe tends, By fecret law each to her beauty bends, 4.0 11. Gracious and free, fhe breaks upon them all With morning looks; and they, when the does rife, Devoutly at her dawn in homage fall, And droop like flow'rs, when Evening fhuts her eyes. 12. 45 The footy chymift (who his fight does waste, 13. And here the grey philofophers resort, Who all to her, like crafty courtiers, bow, 50 Hoping for fecrets now in Nature's court, Which onely fhe (her fav'rite maid) can know. 14. Thefe, as the lords of fcience, fhe refpects, Yet all those civil forms seem but neglects, To what she shews when Aftragon appears, 15. For as fhe once from him her being took, 55 She hourly takes her law, reads with swift fight His will, even at the op'ning of his look, And shews, by hafte, obedience her delight. 60 16. She makes (when fhe at distance to him bows) 17. And he, with dear regard, her gifts does wear 65 Salutes her loyal mother in her eyes. 18. The juft hiftorians Birtha thus exprefs, And tell how, by her fyres example taught, 70 She ferv'd the wounded duke in life's diftrefs, And his fled fpirits back by cordials brought. 19. Black melancholy mifts, that fed defpair Through wounds long rage, with fprinkled vervin cleer'd, Strew'd leaves of willow to refresh the air, And with rich fumes his fullen fences cheer'd. 75 20. He that had ferv'd great Love with rev'rend heart, In thefe old wounds, worse wounds from him en dures, |