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GONDIBERT,
55.
Why should your closser mourning more be worn!
Poor Priests invented Blacks for lesser cost;
Kings for their Syres in Regal Purple mourn,
Which shews what they have got, not what they lost.
Why should your closser mourning more be worn!
Poor Priests invented Blacks for lesser cost;
Kings for their Syres in Regal Purple mourn,
Which shews what they have got, not what they lost.
56.
Though rough the way to Empire be, and steep,
You look that I should level it so plain,
As Babes might walk it barefoot in their sleep;
But Pow'r is the reward of patient pain!
Though rough the way to Empire be, and steep,
You look that I should level it so plain,
As Babes might walk it barefoot in their sleep;
But Pow'r is the reward of patient pain!
57.
This high Hill Pow'r, whose Bowels are of Gold,
Shews near to greedy and unpractis'd sight;
But many grow in travel to it, old,
And have mistook the distance by the height.
This high Hill Pow'r, whose Bowels are of Gold,
Shews near to greedy and unpractis'd sight;
But many grow in travel to it, old,
And have mistook the distance by the height.
58.
If those old Travellers may thither be
Your trusted Guides, they will your haste reform;
And give you fears of Voyages by Sea;
Which are not often made without a storm.
If those old Travellers may thither be
Your trusted Guides, they will your haste reform;
And give you fears of Voyages by Sea;
Which are not often made without a storm.
59.
Yet short our Course shall prove, our passage fair,
If in the Steerage you will quiet stand,
And not make storms of ev'ry sigh of Air;
But think the Helm safe in the Pilots hand.
Yet short our Course shall prove, our passage fair,
If in the Steerage you will quiet stand,
And not make storms of ev'ry sigh of Air;
But think the Helm safe in the Pilots hand.
60.
You, like some fatal King (who all Men hears,
Yet trusts entirely none) your trust mistake,
As too much weight for one: One Pillar bears
Weight that would make a thousand shoulders ake.
You, like some fatal King (who all Men hears,
Yet trusts entirely none) your trust mistake,
As too much weight for one: One Pillar bears
Weight that would make a thousand shoulders ake.
61.
Your Brothers storm I to a calm have turn'd;
Who lets this guilded Sacrifice proceed
To Hymen's Altar, by the King adorn'd,
As Priests give Victims Garlands ere they bleed.
Your Brothers storm I to a calm have turn'd;
Who lets this guilded Sacrifice proceed
To Hymen's Altar, by the King adorn'd,
As Priests give Victims Garlands ere they bleed.
Hubert
