66 Forgive me such experience as, too soon, Shew'd me unlucky Love, by which I guess How maids are by their innocence undon, And trace those sorrows that them first oppress. "Forgive such passion as to speech perswades, "For since I saw this wounded stranger here, "This being Love, to Agatha I told, Did on her tongue, as on still death, rely; But winged Love she was too young to hold, And, wanton-like, let it to others fly. "Love, who in whisper scap'd, did publick grow, Which makes them now their time in silence waste; Makes their neglected needles move so slow, And thro' their eies their hearts dissolve so faste. "For oft, dire tales of Love has fill'd their heads; And while they doubt you in that tyrant's pow'r, The spring (they think) may visit woods and meads, But scarce shall hear a bird, or see a flow'r.” "Ah! how" (said Birtha) " shall I dare confesse My griefs to thee, Love's rash, impatient spy? Thou (Thula) who didst run to tell thy guesse, With secrets known, wilt to confession flie. "But if I love this prince, and have in Heav'n Made any friends by vowes, you need not fear He will make good the feature Heav'n has giv'n, And be as harmless as his looks appear. "Yet I have heard that men, whom maids think kinde, Calm as forgiven saints at their last hour, "Howe're, Heav'n knows, (the witness of the minde) My heart bears men no malice, nor esteems Young princes of the common cruel kinde, Nor love so foul as it in story seems. "Yet if this prince brought love, what e're it be, "Blossoms in windes, berries in frosts, may fall! And flowers sink down in rain! for I no more Shall maids to woods for early gath'rings call, Nor haste to gardens to prevent a showre." Then she retires; and now a lovely shame, That she reveal'd so much, possess'd her cheeks; In a dark lanthorn she would bear love's flame, To hide her self, whilst she her lover seeks, And to that lover let our song return: As the philosopher did seem to mourn That youth had reach'd such worth, and he so old. Yet Birtha was so precious in his eies, And her dead mother still so near his mind, That farther yet he thus his prudence tries, Ere such a pledg he to his trust resign'd. “Whoeʼre” (said he) "in thy first story looks, "Wise youth, in books and batails, early findes What thoughtless lazy men perceive too late; Books show the utmost conquests of our minds, Batails, the best of our lov'd bodys' fate. "Yet this great breeding, joyn'd with kings' high blood, (Whose blood ambition's feaver over-heats) May spoile digestion, which would else be good, As stomachs are deprav'd with highest meats. "For though books serve as diet of the minde, If knowledge, early got, self value breeds, By false digestion it is turn'd to winde, And what should nourish, on the eater feeds. "Though war's great shape best educates the sight, And makes small soft'ning objects less our care; Yet war, when urg'd for glory, more than right. Shews victors but authentick murd'rers are. "And I may fear that your last victories Were glory's toyles, and you will ill abide (Since with new trophies still you fed your eies) Those little objects which in shades we hide. "Could you, in Fortune's smiles, foretel her frowns, To this the noble Gondibert replies: "Think not ambition can my duty sway; I look on Rhodalind with subject's eies, Whom he that conquers must in right obay. "And though I humanly have heretofore "Though, since I gave the Hunns their last defeat, I have the Lombards' ensignes onward led, Ambition kindled not this victor's heat, But 'tis a warmth my father's prudence bred. "Who cast on more than wolvish man his eie, But, like a wanton whelp, he loves to gnaw. "Man still is sick for pow'r, yet that disease "And as in persons, so in publick states, And makes them vain, as single persons are. "Men into nations it did first divide, [stiles; Whilst place, scarce distant, gives them diff'rent Rivers, whose breadth inhabitants may stride, Part them as much as continents and isles. "On equal, smooth, and undistinguish'd ground, "Whilst change of languages oft breeds a warre, (A change which fashion does as oft obtrude, As women's dresse) and oft complexions are, And diff'rent names, no less a cause of feud. "Since men so causelessly themselves devour, (And hast'ning still their else too hasty fates, Act but continu'd massacres for pow'r) My father ment to chastise kings and states. "To overcome the world, till but one crown "One family the world was first design'd; |