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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This, sadly told, Althusa cheer'd her strait
With best coyn'd looks, and words; Their gloomy Fate
Happy in this (alledg'd) her Mayden vow
Since almost out, full Year expiring now
That very Night. O, but Rufin (she cry'd)
Too tardy Guardian, would not there be spy'd,
Nor fetch them thence next day till th' Afternoon.
What though? (reply'd Althuse) since, e're the Sun
Be rouz'd, awoke, for Flight their freedome given,
From whose Back-door close Passage (deign'd by Heaven)
Did lead to th' Gardens bolted Postern door;
Whence no long Walk for them to reach Tregor
Next Burrough-town, Rufin inform'd from thence:
Th' old Priestess with her Nuns (most strange pretence
Forg'd by him for their going) that mean while
Feign'd Paper, left oth' Table, should beguile:
Nor criminous Plot, convinc'd that Vesta, she,
Was now no true but false Mock-deity.
But if (sigh'd th' other then) No more of those
Presaging Ifs (Althuse reply'd) the cloze
Transmit to Heaven; Earth and fates though cruell,
Yet, Gods would guard howe're their dearest Jewell.
With best coyn'd looks, and words; Their gloomy Fate
Happy in this (alledg'd) her Mayden vow
Since almost out, full Year expiring now
That very Night. O, but Rufin (she cry'd)
Too tardy Guardian, would not there be spy'd,
Nor fetch them thence next day till th' Afternoon.
What though? (reply'd Althuse) since, e're the Sun
Be rouz'd, awoke, for Flight their freedome given,
From whose Back-door close Passage (deign'd by Heaven)
Did lead to th' Gardens bolted Postern door;
Whence no long Walk for them to reach Tregor
Next Burrough-town, Rufin inform'd from thence:
Th' old Priestess with her Nuns (most strange pretence
Forg'd by him for their going) that mean while
Feign'd Paper, left oth' Table, should beguile:
Nor criminous Plot, convinc'd that Vesta, she,
Was now no true but false Mock-deity.
But if (sigh'd th' other then) No more of those
Presaging Ifs (Althuse reply'd) the cloze
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Yet, Gods would guard howe're their dearest Jewell.
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