The History of Polindor and Flostella :: :: University of Virginia Library

And now their sweetest Week was progress't o're;
Fort nigh unvittayl'd grown, but thinnest store
'Gainst Famine-siege, and Storm, unless supplies
From poor Hermonus Ghost, or showring Skies.
Polindor, loth to range Tregors great Town
As Catarer, least mark'd; and th' hired Clown
That brought the meat might blab; nor was the place
So safe, remote for longer time (alas)
Scan'd second Thoughts: 'twas voted, joyntly agreed
T'inform Rufin, their Cordiall friend, with speed.
No Messenger though to be got, procur'd;
Nor, were there one, was th' noble Youth assur'd
For point of Trust, himself must Agent prove;
Four miles and half the way: though tendrest Love
Bred Thoughts of foul dislike, diastrous grown
So long to leave the dear Flostel alone:
Though knew that rocky Cell defensive made
To wonder quiet'st Coast and calm; as sayd.
Nor was the Lady damped much, or caught
Through Selvish fears; the dear Polindor's thought
Most troubled her. Thus then, that very Night.
'Twas Fixt, resolv'd: which being most Star-bright,
Deck'd with the fainter Silver of the Moon,
Th' old Hermits meaner Coat and Faulchion on
(Found false Beard there by chance) by ten's best hour,
He Kisses seald on his Belov'd, whole show'r;
With which their Souls exchang'd, transferred are:
She wrung his parting Hand, then, dropt a fair
Tear on't (Love's juycy spirits) Charm 'gainst ill;
Heaven-preservative; whose Chrystall Still,
Her fair Eye, how he gently kiss'd agen,
Sighe's kindest breath repay'd! Unlocked when
The door, which lock'd again; then strait to Heaven
Eyes solemn cast, as if to their charge given
(Those bright-e'yd Starry Watch) his dearest All;
As thus had sayd, O guard from Wretched Thrall

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Yours, mine, the wealthy Exchequer of the World;
Key thrown within to her, he's dart-like hurl'd
Towards their Shepheards vale. Way, not unknown,
Since had to th' Woods spread gallant Borders gone
With's great-horse oft; yet stray'd the Pilgrim too:
Rouz'd up good old acquaintance with those few
Kind Marks, for Mute informers; here his Hast
Rebuk'd, chid there his slowness though, till past
Two longer Hours, his Uncle up he rouzes.