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The History of Polindor and Flostella

With Other Poems. By I. H. [i.e. John Harington] The third Edition, Revised and much Enlarged

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And now Flostellas House was free'd from guests,
Wedding-coyl, business o're; those Masquings, Feasts,
Gay costly triumphs; Progress time become:
Th' ore-joy'd Ortheris now his ancient Home,
With's dear New-liv'd Kalaspe, long'd to view
(Since growing Friends, part-reconcil'd anew
To th' gentler-visag'd World) that stately Seat,
Where next to his own King (indeed) most great,
Powerfull, transcendent liv'd, for fourteen year
(Though prov'd the Court his constant glistring Spear)
'Twas Place, for all respects, magnificent,
Prince-like esteem'd (th' House, Gardens, Large extent
Of Lordship, Park adjoyn'd) became his might;
First, greatest Peer, next, greatest Favourite.
Thither the Duke, with all that Courtly train
Joyfull arriv'd; where viewed o're again
Like pompous Scean, with like triumphant Feast,
For sweet Dorisbes Nuptiall sake exprest.
His own Feast too, more providentiall fashion,
Happen'd just then; whose gladsome Celebration
With yearly Zeal was still perform'd, and now
Wore sumptuous Plenties on its smiling brow:
Sack flowing there, rich Fount his Conduits womb,
Whence Streamed forth th' old Falern Grape, become.
Before, and since those Storms disastrous blew,
The world more constant Couple never new;
Though Pattern equaliz'd it was, to th' full,
By both those younger Payrs; love-miracle.
Huge mounting Portion then to's Son, the brave
Thersames, with belov'd Dorisbe he gave:

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Though present fair Estate, to boot, with one
Prime gallant House, the Lord Polindor's grown.