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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The Servants all Fear'd, Flatter'd strangely now,
Run, fly like Purchas'd Slaves, most humbly Bow.
Nor question'd least what was his Lordship's Will,
Her Nod does check, Command, and her Frown still
Cashiering Doom appear'd: his Treasure lyes
Open as Day for her Vain Masqueries,
Pomp, gaudy Furnitures; whose Golden Tide
She seem'd to Rule; could Draw from thence beside:
Choice future Hord, enlarge her Private Store;
As seiz'd his Heart, that Rifled long before.
Which ways (her Female World enjoy'd, Resign'd,)
The Duke observed not; Transported Mind.
Run, fly like Purchas'd Slaves, most humbly Bow.
Nor question'd least what was his Lordship's Will,
Her Nod does check, Command, and her Frown still
Cashiering Doom appear'd: his Treasure lyes
Open as Day for her Vain Masqueries,
Pomp, gaudy Furnitures; whose Golden Tide
She seem'd to Rule; could Draw from thence beside:
Choice future Hord, enlarge her Private Store;
As seiz'd his Heart, that Rifled long before.
Which ways (her Female World enjoy'd, Resign'd,)
The Duke observed not; Transported Mind.
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