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THE Fourth Book.

Fly gentle Pegasus, it now must cost
Us labour, to redeem the time that's lost,
Dimagoras has gone much ground, whilst we
Loyt'ring behind, have lost the libertie
Of hearing his discourse, which, without doubt
Was pleasing; Come let's hast to find him out.
My Muse has overtaken him, and now
He's very busie in observing how
The Country lay, whilst his observing eye
Upon a hills assent, did soon discry
A Stately Pallace, which indeed gave more
Content, then all that he had seen before;
It was Kalanders Pallace, who indeed
(As 'twas impossible he should exceed
His Fathers virtues) equally exprest
As much of bounty, with a noble breast:
Dimagoras (much contented) makes a stand,
First views the house, and then surveys the Land;
Observes each herd of Cattel, how they browse
And inter-weave themselves amongst the boughs;
Then his obliquor eyes (with living chear
Banquet themselves) observes the well-fed Deer
Crusted within a wall, that would invite
Meer gluttony unto an appetite:
Then with a more, then half reverted eye
(Being greedy in his looks) he did espye
Hugh flocks of well-fleec'd sheep, whose frisking Lambs
Would (in obedience to their blating Dams,
And their own hunger) oft kneel down, and tugg
The swelling bounty of th' exuberous dugg;
Nor did his eye alone Monopolize
These several pleasures; for his ears, likewise
Were courted with delight; in this they got
The upper hand, the eyes could see them not;
Yet by the ears direction they could see
The happy Authors of this melodie:
It was four Damosels, sitting on the ground
Cussion'd with Hillocks, lab'ring to confound
Their sorrows in a Ditty; having took
There several seats neer to a neighbouring Brook,
Whose silver streams, being proud to overflow
Their virdent banks, stood still, as't twere, to show
An admiration, seeming to express
An humble duty to each Shepherdess;
At last (having not Neptunes grant to stay)
They shrunk within their bounds, & danc't away:
Dimagoras (though well-pleas'd) was not content
To hear at distance, crav'd the free consent
Of his attentive Goaler, to go near
Unto the place, and undiscovered hear
Their Amarous Songs; The Goaler gave consent,
They quit the Coach, and so away they went;
But er'e they could arrive unto the end
Of their desires they were enforc'd to lend
Their ears to new delights, a voice was sent
Into their souls, to cause a ravishment;
They both amazed, thought, they knew not what
Both wondring what it was they wondred at;
They now imploy their eyes to pry about
To see if they could find this Angel out;
At last their heedless paces brought them nigh
Unto a Jes'mine Grove, being thick and high;
Yet was it not so thick, but that the ear
strictly attending, could prevail to hear,
And understand these words, which in regard
They pleas'd him not, Dimagoras wish'd unheard.
And here Dimagoras, though he did not care
T' applaud the matter, yet he lik'd the aire;
But his disturbed thoughts were all this while
Boyling with rage to hear himself call'd vile:
And now he (like a blood-hound) sents about;
To see if he can find this party out,
Who sent this pleasing, most displeasing Song
Into his ears; he had not hunted long
Before was represented to his sight
(Which indeed pleas'd him not) an armed Knight
Who with undaunted courage thus exprest
Himself: What are ye Friends that have transgrest
Our strict-kept Laws; go back, look up, and see
That fair Inscription, read your destinie;
With that Dimagoras lifting up his head,
Observes th' Inscription, stares upon't, and read
To this effect.
Let none presume to pass this way,
But such as do intend to stay,
And give Encounter to a Knight
Who will forthwith come in sight;
Let him that overcomes remain
Till he be overcome again,
Or else if he in several fights
Can conquer two and fifty Knights
He may, at that self same hour
Release Corinda from this Bower;
And to period all his strife,
He is to take her for his Wife;
She is a Princess, whose Renown
Justly deserves to wear the Crown.
Dimagoras having read this dismal story,
Not greatly thirsting after short liv'd glory,
Looks pale and wan; The Goaler thinks of flying,
Trembles, and almost dyes, for fear of dying:
Th' impatient Knight forthwith imploys his Page
To fetch Accoutrements, whilst with a sage
And well-composed countenance he told
Dimagoras, that good fortune made him bold
In these attempts; for he had often shown
Himself a Conqueror, and over-thrown
Forty six Knights already, and before
We part, says he, I hope to want but four,
As now I do but six, for by that fate
That sent you hither, I'le expire the date
Of both your lives; the world hath truly known
Amphialus was never overthrown,
Nor ever was my courage fully try'd,
Or match'd, except by Argalus, that dy'd
By my unequall'd Sword: These thundring words
(Though modestly exprest) prov'd two edg'd swords
Unto Dimagoras his heart, who made
(His fear permitting) this reply, and said,
Think not (most worthy Champion) that I fear
Because you are Amphialus, or care
To meet you in a Combate: 'tis well known
Unto this Knight, that I have overthrown
More then you boast of; Nay, indeed 'tis true,
Reply'd the Goaler; Sir, be pleas'd to view
This powerful Warrant, whose Contents will be
A bar to your intended Victorie:
This is the Lord Dimagoras, who is now
My Pris'ner, being one that scorns to bow,
Or stoop unto the hardiest Knight that lives;
And this is he to whom that Warrant gives
A priviledge to take the aire: But when
Dimagoras heard those words, he cry'd, what then?
Must my concealed, well-known valour, lye
Dorment because I want my liberty;
Accursed Fate, cryes he, and there he swore;
The more perswaded, still he rag'd the more;
The courteous Knight desir'd him to surcease
His passion, and enjoy a quiet peace;
For know, says he, Honour will not permit
A present Combate; for, my Lord, as yet
You are a Pris'ner (as I understand
By this informing Paper in my hand)
Therefore (my Lord) If I should boldly enter
A Combate with you, I should more then venture
My life at once; Suppose (My Lord) that Fate
Should Crown me Conqueror, what's my Estate,
Or Fortunes worth? I must be sure to stand
(For boldly breaking of our Kings Command)
In danger of my life; Nor is this all,
For this (thy Keeper) will be sure to fall
Into the hands of Justice: Therefore now
My Lord be satisfy'd, unknit your brow;
Go get your Liberty, then fight, and spare not,
For now I dare not fight, because I dare not,
Your Warrant tyes my hands; What tongue can tell
My sorrows for this chance: My Lord farewel.
The Knight departs, Dimagoras now would fain
Follow, but that the Goaler does restrain,
And keep him back; when he begun to know
He could not, he the more desires to go;
Oh that I had this cursed villain here,
Says he, that I might make my worth appear
In his disaster! Does he think his Arm
Is able to inflict the least of harm
Upon my body, no, I'd make him feel
The full reward of my chastising steel;
Oh how I'd carbonado every part
Of his imperious, his perfidious heart;
I'de make the wretch revoke his former vows,
Or I would hack his body into mouths
To plead for pity; Oh my Spirits boyl
T' obtain the tryumph of so sweet a spoil:
Audatious wretch, that told me to my face
That he would bring us both to quick disgrace,
If we encounter'd him, yet I dare say,
The fool was glad we let him go away;
And so were you, my friend, your looks betray'd
The troubles of your heart, you were afraid:
I must confess, reply'd the Goaler, I
Hate fighting with a true sincerity,
Except I am enforc'd, and then I show
No mercy, for I kill at every blow;
And had that proud, and vap'ring Rascal stay'd
A little, till my fear had been allay'd,
You should have seen with what a dext'rous ski'l
I would have wrought the Traytor to my will,
Nor do not think my fear did wholly rise
From cowardise, but from a quick surprise:
Man were not Man, except he were inclin'd
To feel the several passions of the mind,
As love, and fear, which often discontents
The mind with several obvious accidents;
Then blame me not; he's valiant can abide,
When danger tells him that he must be try'd;
But now he's gon, Nor will I so much strain
My Valour, as to wish him back again:
But now (my Lord) occasion does invite
After this storm, to take a fresh delight:
Let's haste away, for now our time draws on,
My Lord, forget your passion, let's be gon;
Away they went into the Coach, and eas'd
('Tis hard to judge which was the better pleas'd)
Their trembling limbs, where for a little space
We'l leave them, and return unto the place
From whence they came; I hope the Reader will
Pardon a small digression; whilst my Quill
Steps to Corinda's Bowr, and enquire
Of several passages, and then retire:
First we must know this pleasing Bowr, wherein
Corinda was, has for a long time bin
A pleasant reseptacle for all such
Distressed Ladies, that had griev'd too much
For their unconstant Lovers; There they find
So many rare diversions of the mind,
That fright'ned Melancholy seems to be
A non-apparent in that Libertie.
Here liv'd the fair Corinda, who indeed
In Virtue, Riches, Beauty, did exceed
Most of her time, nay, I may boldly say
She did exceed, all, but Celania:
This Lady, who to safe-guard her delights
Was still attended with a hundred Knights,
And fifty Damosels, who were still t' invent
New Rarities to crown her with content;
And whatsoever pastime seem'd to be,
Without the Bowr, she stood unseen, to see:
It so fell out, Dimagoras was espy'd
(With his plump Goaler walking by his side)
To pass that way, who being known by most
Of all the Knights, they soon began to boast
Of their approching past-time, which they knew
(If plotted well) would presently ensue;
And knowing that Dimagoras his ear
Was always very courteous to hear
Harmonious strains; they presently made choice
Of one, whose more then ordinary voice
Would tame a Tyger, nay make sorrow glad
Having an Art which Orpheus never had,
She has been often times mistook to be
An Angel in a Damosels Liverie;
And first, this Lady was desir'd to strain
Her magick voice, that so they might obtain,
And bring him near the Bowr; that so his ear
Might with more ease, and more distinctly hear,
Himself revil'd, and scorn'd; and how his name
Was eccho'd to the world in lasting shame;
Nay, that which vext him most, was, in regard
Th' attentive Goaler, listning, over heard
The same expressions, which indeed enforc'd
His present fury, whilst he thus discours'd:
From whence proceeds those Philomelian airs
Cloath'd in such angry words; whose's that dispairs
And wil not love, if Argalus should wo them
For fear a vile Dimagoras should undo them?
What Hellish tongue pronounc'd so damn'd a word?
It is well known Dimagoras is a Lord,
Of more obliging courtesie; his Arm
Was always ready to defend from harm
Distressed Ladies? If I speak a lye,
Oh may some well-prov'd Knight appear, and try
What I dare act; ------
------ At that time did resort
(As if that fortune meant to crown the sport
With good success) a Clown, whose well-known name
Was Clinias, much admired for his Fame,
In being infamous; and this was he
That strove t' obtain a glorious Victorie
Over Demetas; But in short, the Knights
(Being covetous to feast with new delights
Corinda's eyes) did forthwith send away
For Clinias, who arriv'd without delay;
And being come, they presently declare
Their minds unto him, bid him to prepare,
And arm himself; for now it must be try'd
Whether his well-prov'd valour will abide
A fierce assault: Clinias receives this news
With an astonish'd brest, begins to muse;
Non plust for want of words, thinks he, should I
Shew my self so unworthy to deny
This first Command, I should for ever be
Disrob'd of honour, cloth'd with infamie;
But what care I; What honour can proceed
From blood? besides, I truly hate to bleed:
May he, whose steely brow invented first
This thing call'd fighting, ever be accurst;
I hate it with my soul; besides, I vow'd
The last Encounter (if I was allow'd
The favour of a Conquest) I would never
Be valiant more, but live at peace for ever;
The very thoughts of fighting is enough
To kill me; pish; this honour's but a puff;
I'le tell an honourable lye, and say
I'm troubl'd with an Ague, and this day
'Twill sojorn in my bones, I'le not dissemble,
For I have fear enough to make me tremble,
And they shall see't, which sure will make them cease
Their importunity, and yeild me peace:
But haste requir'd an answer, therefore they
Bid him resolve whether he would obey
Corinda's pleasure; Clynias having got
An Ague in his tongue, replyed not
So soon as was expected; but at last
(Compounding with his fear) and having past
The trouble of his thoughts, he soon displays
The colours of his heart, looks up and says,
Think not (you most Renowned Knights) that I
Have studyed, by my silence, to deny
The honour you impose for I protest
And swear by sweet Corinda, that my breast
Is ready to defend her; but I find
A weakness in my body (not my mind)
Just at this instant, I am half asleep,
(And there he stop'd) I feel a spirit creep
Into my bones; Alas I am all frost:
Oh how I shake, my strength, my limbs, are lost:
Action's the best of cure for this desease
Reply'd the Knight, Now therefore if you please
To mount your Steed, you'le very much endeare
Your self unto Corinda, and appear
The object of our praises, for behold
How near they come, and will, if not control'd,
Attempt the Bowr; with that, sad Clinias, cast
His eyes about, and looking, had at last
Observ'd it was Dimag'ras, then he cryes,
Give me my Horse, my Armour, I despise
This thing call'd cold, hereafter, I'le proclaim
True valour turns a frost into a flame;
Oh how I'le slice the slaves within this hour,
And bring the villains heads into the Bowr,
And lay them at Corinda's feet, that she
May tryumph in my glorious victorie:
Now Clinias strives to mount his well-known Steed
On the wrong side, whose, allmost cripple, speed
Answers his Riders valour; being plac'd
Within the Sadle, seem'd to make great hast:
Away he goes, and meeting with his foes,
He told them, they must labour to oppose
His valour, having wilfully transgrest
In their approch, as was before exprest:
Corinda and the Knights were all this while
Within the Bowr, and could not chuse but smile,
To hear, and see, how Clinias did behave
Himself, observing very much his grave
Deportment towards them, for he soon descry'd
Their servile fear, which made him swel with pride;
But yet he fearing that Dimagoras might,
Being (as 'twere) compel'd, presume to fight,
He spake bigg words; and to advance his fame,
And quell their courage, he usurp'd the name
Of bold Amphialus, which sadly made
Dimag'ras, more then usually afraid;
But when they saw the Page was near at hand
With Horse and Arms, they all three jointly stand,
Gazing upon each other; Clinias thought
T' excuse the matter, and remit the fault,
Because it was the first; but that prov'd vain,
For then he fear'd, when he return'd again
Unto the Bowr, Corinda would command
His speedy death; time would not let him stand
To reason longer, neither could he stay,
So he in short, concludes to run away;
Which he had done, had not the Goaler shown
His Warrant to him, which was after known
To be an amorous Ballad, for indeed
Clinias (though looking on it) could not read;
But took it in his hand, and for a while
He seems to read and now, and then to smile
At the Contents; the Goaler having spy'd
The wrong end upwards, smil'd, being satisfy'd
Of his transcendent ignorance, declar'd
What was before related, and prepar'd
To march away, desiring first to know
Whether that he were satisfy'd or no:
I dare not now (said Clinias) but reveal
My satisfaction, having hand, and seal
To warrant me, and if you please, you may
Take your own liberty, and hast away:
At which Dimagoras (though much pleas'd) exprest
Much discontent with an inraged Brest;
But at the last his seeming discontent
Gladly abated, and away he went;
And so did Clinias, glad withall his heart
Of such a fair advantage to depart;
And now he thinks each munite is an age
Before his near arrival could engage
Corinda to a thankfulness; for he
Thinks he has more then got a Victorie;
At last approaching near the Bowr, a Knight
Came forth unto him, wisht him to alight,
And enter in, that so he might possess
The honour due unto his worthiness;
Who having enter'd, presently was brought
Unto Corindas presence, whilst he thought
Himself in Heaven, and that the time drew near
That his long promis'd glory should appear;
Corinda viewing him, was well content
To see his clownish garb, and after sent
The favour of a look, to let him know
(As he suppos'd) her goodness to bestow
Reward upon his merits; but at last
More, then half ravish'd Clinias, having past
The bounds of silence, opn'd wide, and said,
Most Oderiferous, most refulgent Maid,
I, thy notorious friend, that stand before thee
Will fight for thee, because I do adore thee;
Tell me, my Pigeon, didst thou see how I
Behav'd my self, and made the Rascals fly,
That would have done thee wrong; pish, I can make
An Army fly before me for thy sake;
I'le hop o're Walls, and Mountains, nay, I'le dive
Into the Ocean to keep thee alive;
Me thinks the world's too small, for when I come
To fight for thee, I groan for Elbow room;
These narrow Confines allmost make me sweat
My self to death, for I am grown so great
That I must stretch the world; I here profess
I will enlarg't, or that shall make me less;
How dost thou like me, Wench, come, prethee say
Art thou not blest, to see this happy day
And me, (thy most Renowned Champion) here
To take thy part, when danger shall appear.
With that a noble Knight, which then stood by
Corinda, made to Clinias this Reply,
And said, Sir Knight, this Lady much does wonder
She saw no light'ning, when she heard it thunder;
She saw your pastime, but she heard no blows,
You courted them like friends (she says) not foes;
Moreover, 'tis her pleasure you should be
Respondent to some questions, which shall be
Forth-with propos'd unto you. First you are
With speed, and freedom forthwith to declare
Why you mis-call'd your self, and said your name
Was bold Amphialus, that you had slain
So many Knights; she says this must appear
To be untrue, Amphialus is here,
Now looking on you, and ere you depart
Will take revenge upon your perjur'd heart:
Clinias takes courage (for it is conceit
Makes all our actions either small or great)
And thus reply'd; Sir Knight, I do conceive
My self much injur'd, for you would bereave
And rob me of my honour, when as I
Have dearly bought it of mine enemy;
As for Amphialus, I must confess,
(In the relation of his hardiness)
I did him honour, not appropriate
His name, but sung the glory of his fate;
And this was all; moreover, when I saw
The Kings broad Seal, and Hand, it was a Law
To warrant my forbearance, I protest
My vexed soul was never more opprest
Then at that present; What is, to a Knight
Of valour, more delightful then a fight?
But being charm'd by power, what could I do
More then I did; Sir Knight, I speak to you.
Corinda, and her Ladies (all this while
Being in labour with a hearty smile)
Were now delivered, which truly sent
To Clinias his heart no small content;
For fools love all extreams, because, sometimes
They censure smiles to be the greatest crimes;
But when their apter faiths perswades their brest
That every word's a meritorious jest
(Because it is most non-sense) then they toyl
(And he commits a fault that does not smile)
And tugg for jests; But yet in Reasons School
Who laughs because, another is a fool,
‘Condems himself; I therefore only shall
‘Say Clinias was a fool, and that is all;
‘How many great pretenders to the Sword
‘(As well as he) could never read a word?
‘Yet what a bluster in the world they make;
The Sword's their Pen, their Book, with which they take
Such large accounts, that 'twill at last be known
They have expended more then was their own;
But I must haste Dimagoras now draws near
To his desires, where all things do appear
Delightful to his wish; his greedy eyes
(Being satiated with varieties)
Conceal'd themselves, that so they might obtain
(When reinvited to observe again)
New strength; but at the last they were descry'd
('Tis known great persons seldom go uney'd)
By several servants, which did then attend
Upon Kalander, who did forthwith send
(Being then a time of war) to prove, and know
Whether that they were enemies or no;
But when Dimagoras was for certain told
This real truth, his troubled heart grew cold,
Not knowing what the matter was, for he
Thought every bush a fatal enemy:
By which example we may sadly find
The strange effects of a tormented mind,
At last 'twas known Kalander only sent
To know for certain what was the intent
Of their approach, which when Dimagoras knew,
He soon lookt up, endeavouring to renew
His former courage, giving that respect
Was due; And after, spake to this effect:
I well perceive (my friends) says he, ye are
Attendants to this Lord, whose pleasant aire,
And stately Pallace, makes me bold to be
His Orator, desiring libertie
A while to be his Guest, I'le therefore stay
To wait his favourable answer; Nay
Reply'd the Servants, you may please, my Lord,
T' approach, we know his goodness will afford
A lib'ral wellcome; 'tis well known, that he
Is not a niggard of his Courtesie.
Therefore be pleas'd t' approach without delay,
And we'le be bold (my Lord) to lead the way;
Away they went; At last they drawing near
Unto the house, Kalander did appear
Nobly attended, which Dimagoras spy'd,
And soon dis-Coach'd himself, and thus aply'd
Himself unto him; If my unhandsome Fate,
My Lord, says he, makes me unfortunate
In my obtaining favour from your hands
For my presumption, here your servant stands
To wait your will; With that, Kalander stayd
The Current of his Language, and thus sayd.
My Lord, if your offences be so great
As you express, 'tis fit I should retreat
From thoughts of pardon; unto which intent
Walk in my Lord, and take your punishment;
I must assure you that 'twill much exceed
The merit of your crime; My Lord, you need
Have more then usual patience: This discourse
Had allmost made Dimagoras divorce
His thoughts, from his intents, his wit affords
No sense to understand Kalanders words;
These are but homely Complements, thinks he,
Is this the effect of his lib'ralitie?
Let what will happen, I am fully bent,
Thinks he to enter, and expect th' event;
So being led into a spacious Hall
Whose uniformity might justly call
It self most Excellent, and could supply
The ear with rare delights, as well as th' eye,
Where being come, Kalander does address
Himself unto him, with a chearfulness
Disconsonant to what Dimagoras did
Expect, and with a graceful presence bid
Him freely welcome, which did much repair
His drooping spirits, and decrease his care;
So after mutual Ceremonies past
They both sat down, Dimagoras often cast
His eyes upon the Pictures; but before
His nimble senses could half look them o're.
His ears were courted with such melodies
That now he's turn'd all ears, that was all eyes;
He lookt about, but could not apprehend
From whence those Heav'n-bred Raptures should descend
But on a sudden (just before his eyes)
Two folding doors flyes ope, and he espyes
Variety of objects; Now his ears,
And eyes are grown at variance, and he fears
One sense disturbs another, for the eyes,
And ears are so antartique, that it lyes
Not in the power of nature to unite
Or reconcile the ears unto the sight;
Although 'tis not deny'd they often are
Assistant to each other; yet I dare
Presume to ask this question; tell me whither
That they can see, and hear, and judge together,
Both at one instant; but it is in part
Answer'd, because Dimagoras his heart
Did truly wish it lay within his power,
To be or deaf, or blind, for half an hour;
My judgement's satisfy'd enough to know
Both eyes, and ears, were captivated so,
That 'twas, nay very difficult, to tell
Which object did most please, which most excel:
The first thing represented to his eye,
Was a rare Fountain, whose curiosity
Was known by this Inscription writ thereon,
I'm Made For Wonder Not Description.
Under whose fluent eyes Dame Flora lay
Nursing her off-spring for the Month of May;
Each swelling Hillock gladly seem'd to be
Much pleas'd at their so near deliverie;
Whilst from the Christal Fountain there did flow
Like April showrs, fresh streams to make them grow
Against the general Mid-wife of the earth
Should shew the world a party-colour'd birth;
Nor was this all; for there, the lofty Pine,
The Beech, the Cedar, did as 'twere combine
To in wilderness this Fountain; but yet so,
That the refreshing Sun might come, and go
To court her streams, being welcom'd by a quire
Of warbling Nightingals, who would retire
Into the Thickets, and at every noat
Ravish the Sun, and make him seem to doat
Upon their harmony, and pry about
(As 'twere) to find these feathered Syrens out,
Whilst Zepherus being favourably kind,
Would with a sober, and refreshing wind
Move back the dangling-boughs, whose leaves conceal'd
A pleasure not much fit to be reveal'd;
It was Diana, and her Virgin crew,
Going (as often times they use to do)
To bathe themselves; but being near undrest,
The doors clapt too, and would not let the rest
For modesty be seen, so without stay,
Dimagoras curst the doors, and went away;
By which it does most perfectly appear
His eye was better pleased then his ear;
The sight, and musick ending both together,
Dimagoras knew not what to think, nor whether
'Twere Art, or Nature that had all this while
With sweet delusions labour'd to beguile
His ravish'd senses, neither did he much
Desire to know, for his delights were such,
That he (inspir'd with an enlivening mirth)
Beleiv'd himself in Heaven, and not on earth;
And it had past for current I dare sware
Had he not spy'd his ill-look'd Goaler there
Kalander all this while sate still, and took
A perfect Character of every look;
And so perceiving that his ravisht brest
Inclin'd him to extreams; he thus exprest.
My Lord, your punishment does now present
It self unto you, in the small extent
Of my abilities to entertain
Your Noble self, and your most worthy Train;
But be assur'd, my Lord, if wishes could
Creat a real Feast, I quickly would
Wish Cleopatra's dainties to delight,
And bring refreshment to your appetite;
But since my wishes, and my fortunes are
Extreamly different, I shall forbear
Further discourse, my Lord, 'tis my intent
To lead you to your further punishment,
Therefore I crave excuse; My Lord, reply'd
Dimagoras, I will follow, and abide
What you shall please t' inflict, because I know
No danger can proceed from such a foe:
At last (discoursing as they went) they came
Into a stately Room, the very same
Wherein disguis'd Parthenia met her dear,
Her Dearest Argalus, after a year
Of hopeless separation; being brought
Into this Room, Dimagoras forthwith thought
There was variety of Heavens, begins
To think what he did there with all his sins;
He turn'd his head, and as he lookt, he spy'd
His well-paunch'd Goaler staring by his side;
To whom his ready lipps begun t'express;
His new-bred joy for this his happiness,
But being soon prevented by a Train
Of Ladies, was enforced to restrain
His nimble tongue, and forthwith turn the stream
Of his discourse; having so good a Theam,
He thus began: