HONOUR.
103
And lov'd again, but 't was where I espy'd
Some faint resemblances of her.
Some faint resemblances of her.
The physick made me worse, with which I strove
This mortal ill t'expel;
As wholesome medicines the disease improve,
There where they work not well.
This mortal ill t'expel;
As wholesome medicines the disease improve,
There where they work not well.
HONOUR.
She loves, and she confesses too;
There 's then, at last, no more to do:
The happy work 's entirely done;
Enter the town which thou hast won;
The fruits of conquest now begin;
Iö triumph! Enter in.
There 's then, at last, no more to do:
The happy work 's entirely done;
Enter the town which thou hast won;
The fruits of conquest now begin;
Iö triumph! Enter in.
What 's this, ye Gods! what can it be?
Remains there still an enemy?
Bold Honour stands up in the gate,
And would yet capitulate;
Have I o'ercome all real foes,
And shall this phantom me oppose?
Remains there still an enemy?
Bold Honour stands up in the gate,
And would yet capitulate;
Have I o'ercome all real foes,
And shall this phantom me oppose?
Noisy nothing! stalking shade!
By what witchcraft wert thou made?
Empty cause of solid harms!
But I shall find out counter-charms,
By what witchcraft wert thou made?
Empty cause of solid harms!
But I shall find out counter-charms,
