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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Sure, Royal Sir, (she then, with Blush distain'd)
Your Painter's Art heightned the Life, o'restrain'd
If it becomes that place. The King reply'd,
It much doth wrong, by sober Judgment try'd;
And I should punish him for th' Fault, if were
Within my Realm, ask'd you not Pardon there.
Madam, in brief, I lik'd your gallant Shade,
The Substance tho, whence living Beams displai'd.
More Beauteous far (words smiles conjoyn'd their part)
Through Longings hath Inflam'd my gentle heart.
For sweet enjoyment. Said Dorasta then;
I hope, great Sir, you now but Jest agen,
As in that Formal Treason Charge before,
Not so (he said) that was but varnish'd o're.
This earnest Truth confirm'd. Her chearful Tongue
Coyn'd strait reply; I hope your Grace ere long
Will choose a Queen for your content. Perchance
(He said) I may; mean while my Joys advance.
Kind Madam, want relieve (Kiss Seal'd between)
I shall from you learn to imbrace a Queen.
(More Kisses there) as my choice Governess.
But I am bound, great Sir (she said) no less
Then to an Husband's Yoke, wave that, reply'd
The King again, why should you more be ty'd
Than Brute Beasts are? next, grant you did enjoy
Young, handsom, strongest Spouse, which oft doth Cloy.
Yet change for Bedfellow need not offend;
Joyn'd Royal too: Your King's desires befriend.
As for your Spouse, Earl's Title, place we shall
Of profit, pow'r on him confer withal.
And free from least suspect, upon this Ground,
Her Father since Dy'd for the State, Renown'd:
Those lost rewards the Son shall have, inherit;
Tho Knightly Rank, not void of Nobler Merit.
There Vandinont; his warlike Service shewn
Of grand Concernment prov'd, most publick, known.
This also her Self from th' Husband's mouth had heard;
Who wondring seem'd they found no more Regard.
Your Painter's Art heightned the Life, o'restrain'd
If it becomes that place. The King reply'd,
It much doth wrong, by sober Judgment try'd;
And I should punish him for th' Fault, if were
Within my Realm, ask'd you not Pardon there.
Madam, in brief, I lik'd your gallant Shade,
The Substance tho, whence living Beams displai'd.
More Beauteous far (words smiles conjoyn'd their part)
Through Longings hath Inflam'd my gentle heart.
For sweet enjoyment. Said Dorasta then;
I hope, great Sir, you now but Jest agen,
As in that Formal Treason Charge before,
Not so (he said) that was but varnish'd o're.
This earnest Truth confirm'd. Her chearful Tongue
Coyn'd strait reply; I hope your Grace ere long
Will choose a Queen for your content. Perchance
(He said) I may; mean while my Joys advance.
Kind Madam, want relieve (Kiss Seal'd between)
I shall from you learn to imbrace a Queen.
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But I am bound, great Sir (she said) no less
Then to an Husband's Yoke, wave that, reply'd
The King again, why should you more be ty'd
Than Brute Beasts are? next, grant you did enjoy
Young, handsom, strongest Spouse, which oft doth Cloy.
Yet change for Bedfellow need not offend;
Joyn'd Royal too: Your King's desires befriend.
As for your Spouse, Earl's Title, place we shall
Of profit, pow'r on him confer withal.
And free from least suspect, upon this Ground,
Her Father since Dy'd for the State, Renown'd:
Those lost rewards the Son shall have, inherit;
Tho Knightly Rank, not void of Nobler Merit.
There Vandinont; his warlike Service shewn
Of grand Concernment prov'd, most publick, known.
This also her Self from th' Husband's mouth had heard;
Who wondring seem'd they found no more Regard.
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