The Grecian Story Being an Historical Poem, in Five Books. To which is Annex'd The Grove: Consisting of Divers Shorter Poems upon several Subjects. By J. H. [i.e. John Harington] |
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 | The Grecian Story |  |
Four Months dissolv'd, the Duke with thoughtful Brain
More Poizing all, for Temperance again.
First Marry'd life; now either way had prov'd;
Nor could that Pearl discharge, so much belov'd:
And wanting Son withal, one former Dead,
(Fond, eager grown thereof) strong Fancy bred,
Heaven would more his last desire befriend,
Upon that Ground to's Mistriss condescend:
Good fruitful Soil Gondace thought as Fair;
Under sixteen Brisoldan's self She bare.
Those things once mov'd, no want of heightning Charms
Suckled they seem'd 'tween proud Gondace's Arms.
Thus, by consent, both joyned were together,
Man, Wife indeed; no Pompous business neither;
'Twas stoln, conceal'd from all but Houshold-eyes,
Since no great cause to vaunt of such a Prize:
Enough 'twas done grand Fortune's wealthy Sum,
Good, honest Choice more stately Forms become.
Gondace now did mount that Glorious Tow'r,
Prime Orb she aimed at that Dismal hour.
When thought t'expell his Wife Eugena's Breath
By Poisonous Art (two years before her Death
Long pause endur'd) she's plac'd i'th' Dutchess-row,
For gorgeous Pomp th' Arcadian Queen might show.
Bad News whereof Morneda fail'd to send
(Clermanthe's Nurse) lest more should griefs extend.
More Poizing all, for Temperance again.
First Marry'd life; now either way had prov'd;
Nor could that Pearl discharge, so much belov'd:
And wanting Son withal, one former Dead,
(Fond, eager grown thereof) strong Fancy bred,
Heaven would more his last desire befriend,
Upon that Ground to's Mistriss condescend:
Good fruitful Soil Gondace thought as Fair;
Under sixteen Brisoldan's self She bare.
Those things once mov'd, no want of heightning Charms
Suckled they seem'd 'tween proud Gondace's Arms.
Thus, by consent, both joyned were together,
Man, Wife indeed; no Pompous business neither;
'Twas stoln, conceal'd from all but Houshold-eyes,
Since no great cause to vaunt of such a Prize:
Enough 'twas done grand Fortune's wealthy Sum,
Good, honest Choice more stately Forms become.
Gondace now did mount that Glorious Tow'r,
Prime Orb she aimed at that Dismal hour.
When thought t'expell his Wife Eugena's Breath
By Poisonous Art (two years before her Death
Long pause endur'd) she's plac'd i'th' Dutchess-row,
For gorgeous Pomp th' Arcadian Queen might show.
Bad News whereof Morneda fail'd to send
(Clermanthe's Nurse) lest more should griefs extend.
| The Grecian Story | |