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Thus three months wandred o're, the Duke Arplast
More thoughtfull grown, devout reflections cast
On's lov'd, lascivious Crime; th' ignoble stain
Foul Blur thereof; conscentred lastly ith' Vein
Of salving all by Marriage, counting this
Honours Restorative, chief Virtue-peice:
Least kinder Hints whereof what heightning Charmes
Found, dearly'st Suckl'd still, between her armes!
Nor could he lose this matchless Gem; besides,
Wanting Male-jewell, Son, the Duke confides
Heaven would more succeed him in those chast
Fruitions (Rich and fertile Soyl, nor past
Youths prime, Comandra deem'd) thus th' honest Road
His thoughts approve, though rough and hardly trode;
Wedding gears, Cables; joyned both together
Now th' are, indeed, no Pompous business neither:
'Twas Secret stoln, bate some few Houshold eyes,
Since no great Glorying in th' unworthy Prize:
Whight honest loves, transcendent Fortunes most
Become those Gayer forms, such gaudy boast.