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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Count you this then Ignoble, he reply'd,
Your Prince to meet in Lovers Joys uney'd?
That natural way which Humane stock preserves?
Next, chears the world. Your Majesty observes
What's Truth (she said) confirm'd, but in this Case
Unfit, irregular; 'twould wrong, Disgrace
Clear Virtu's Rule. The King conjoyn'd agen;
Why should Brute Beasts more freedom have then Men?
Their Lords and Masters, in Delight and Pleasure,
Because (said she) Man's stor'd with higher Treasure.
Reason in him commands, does curb, restrain
That roving mood. Fancy (said he again)
'Tis fond Conceit: True Man, and Rational
I boast my self, yet no such check at all
Do find, Restraint. Tho feel not now perchance,
Great Sir (she said) You may ere th' Morn advance:
No, no, nor then (he said) except in Dream;
Thrown by such waking toys (looks angry Beam
Strait darting forth) Your Portion more shall rise,
By Thousand pound, if gentle grant complies:
Brave Cloaths withal. When glancing on the ground,
Mardiva thus; that Love, Sir, I have found,
Zeal for your Honor's Cause (joyn'd boldness too)
Lastly, your Health, I dar'd t'expire for you.
Choice Riddle, Paradox; said then the King,
To dye for th' Honour, Health, (amazing thing.)
Not Live to my content. Great Sir (said she)
Unlawful that; nor pure such Joys would be:
My Fame struck dead withall, I should where ere
Like Canker'd Rose to th' virtuous World appear.
Your Prince to meet in Lovers Joys uney'd?
That natural way which Humane stock preserves?
Next, chears the world. Your Majesty observes
What's Truth (she said) confirm'd, but in this Case
Unfit, irregular; 'twould wrong, Disgrace
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Why should Brute Beasts more freedom have then Men?
Their Lords and Masters, in Delight and Pleasure,
Because (said she) Man's stor'd with higher Treasure.
Reason in him commands, does curb, restrain
That roving mood. Fancy (said he again)
'Tis fond Conceit: True Man, and Rational
I boast my self, yet no such check at all
Do find, Restraint. Tho feel not now perchance,
Great Sir (she said) You may ere th' Morn advance:
No, no, nor then (he said) except in Dream;
Thrown by such waking toys (looks angry Beam
Strait darting forth) Your Portion more shall rise,
By Thousand pound, if gentle grant complies:
Brave Cloaths withal. When glancing on the ground,
Mardiva thus; that Love, Sir, I have found,
Zeal for your Honor's Cause (joyn'd boldness too)
Lastly, your Health, I dar'd t'expire for you.
Choice Riddle, Paradox; said then the King,
To dye for th' Honour, Health, (amazing thing.)
Not Live to my content. Great Sir (said she)
Unlawful that; nor pure such Joys would be:
My Fame struck dead withall, I should where ere
Like Canker'd Rose to th' virtuous World appear.
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