The History Of the Most Vile Dimagoras Who by Treachery and Poison blasted the incomparable Beauty of Divine Parthenia: Inter-woven with the History of Amoronzo and Celania. By John Quarles |
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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:
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;
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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:
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