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The seventh and last canto of the third book of Gondibert never yet printed. By Sir William Davenant.; Gondibert
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D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668.
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THE SEVENTH And Last CANTO OF THE THIRD BOOK OF GONDIBERT Never yet Printed By Sir William Davenant LONDON Printed for William Miller and Joseph Watts at the Gilded Acorn in St. Paul's Church-Yard over against the little North Door 1685. THis Seventh and Last Canto of the Third Book of Gondibert having layn long Buried in obscurity came not to Light till after the Impression of Sir William Davenant's Works That this only Remain of that unparallel'd Heroick Poem might not be lost it was thought fit to be Published as well to Assert its true Genuine Birth as also to show it Self not not to be Inferiour to the best of the other Canto's TO Sir WILLIAM DAVENANT IN ANSWER TO THE Seventh Canto OF THE THIRD BOOK OF HIS GONDIBERT Dedicated to my Father O Happy Fire whose Heat can thus controul The Rust of Age thaw the Frost of Death That renders Man immortal as his Soul And swells his Fame with everlasting Breath Happy that hand that unto Honours climb Can lift the Subject of his living Praise That rescues Frailty from the Scyth of Time And equals Glory to the length of Days Such Sir in you who uncontroul'd as Fate In the Black Bosom of Oblivions Night Can Suns of Immortality create To dazle Envy with prevailing Light In vain they strive your glorious Lamp to hide In this dark Lanthorn to all Noble Minds Which through the smallest cranny is descry'd Whose Force united no resistance finds Blest be my Father who has found his Name Among the Heroes by your Pen reviv'd By Running in Times Wheel his thriving Fame Shall still more youthful grow and longer liv'd Had Alexander's Trophies thus been rear'd And in the Circle of your Story come The spacious Orb full well he might have spar'd And reapt his distant Victories at home Let men of greater Wealth than Merit cast Medals of Gold for their succeeding part That Paper Monument shall longer last Than all the Rubbish of decaying Art At the Gilded Acorn in St. Paul's Church-Yard all Persons may be furnished with most sorts of Acts of Parliament Proclamations Declarations Orders of King and Council Speeches of King Lord Chancellor and Speaker in Parliament with most other Speeches Orders and Votes of Parliament Letters Articles of Visitation and Religion Articles of Peace and Commerce c. Sermons on most Occasions and Texts of Scripture Controversies about Church Government c. Books of Divinity with variety of History Books of Husbandry Poetry Plays School-Books Controversies between the Protestant and Papist Collection of Gazets and other News-Books c. THE Seventh Canto OF THE THIRD BOOK Dedicated to CHARLES COTTON Esq The ARGUMENT Wakt by the Duke's Adoption Hubert brings Borgio beneath the shade of Nights black Wings To dark Verona Orna is betray'd And Hurgonil not Jealous but dismay'd The Chiefs their Passions vent to Hermegild But soon to Gartha 's braver Passion yield 1. UNlucky Fire which tho from Heaven deriv'd Is brought too late like Cordials to the Dead When all are of their Sovereign sence depriv'd And Honour which my rage should warm is fled 2. Dead to Heroick Song this Isle appears The ancient Musick of Victorious Verse They tast no more than he his Dirges hears Whose useless Mourners sing about his Herse 3. Yet shall this Sacred Lamp in Prison burn And through the darksom Ages hence invade The wondring World like that in Tullie's Urn Which tho by time conceal'd was not decay'd 4. And Charles in that more civil Century When this shall wholly fill the Voyce of Fame The busie Antiquaries then will try To find amongst their Monarchs Coins thy Name 5. They will admire thy force gainst Gothick rage Thy Head of Athens and thy Woman breast Which rescu'd these Records in a rude Age When the free Arts were frighted and opprest 6. If they who read thy Victories thus confest Find not thy wreathed Image their blind Skill In gath'ring Monarchs Medals they 'll detest And think they made their long Collections ill 7. They 'll highly bless thy Vertue by whose Fire I keep my Lawrel warm which else would sade And thus enclos'd think me of Nature's Quire The chief who still sing sweetest in the shade 8. To Fame who rules the World I lead thee now Whose solid Power the thoughtful understand Whom tho too late weak Princes to her Bow The People serve and Poets can command 9. And Fame the only Guide to Empires past Shall to Verona lead thy Fancie's Eyes When Night so black a Robe on Nature cast As Nature seem'd afraid of her Disguise 10. Ambitious Hubert to Verona came In the dark Reign of Universal Sleep And means no Tears shall quench his Anger 's flame Tho all the Dwellers must be wak'd to weep 11. Till Fame had made the Duke's Adoption known He painfully supprest this raging Fire But now it was above his Conduct grown And Bergio thus provok'd it to aspire 12. Thy Wealth thou painted City who shall saye Black art thou now and sleep thy business seems Each dark abode is silent as the Grave Thy sleep were perfect Death if Death had Dreams 13. Thou civil Crowd of soft Inhabitants Sleep and forget thy Crimes may Adice No more relieve thy thirsty Medows wants But swelling here thy drowning Lethe be 14. Wake but to kindle lust and boldly think Heaven has no Eyes but the departed Sun May thy new marri'd at Adult'ries wink Both soon seek Strangers and each other shun 15. Sleep you who Ruin States by Trades Encrease Rich Traffickers who fetch those Toyes from far Which soften us at home you plead for Peace Because our Luxuries we quit in War 16. Sleep as securely as your Carricks steer When in deep Seas your Gale is from the East You and Your Pilots want the Art to fear The suddain Tempest breeding in my Breast 17. You Statesmen sleep who States tame Lyons be For you and Lyons sleep with open Eyes And shut 'em when you wake you seem to see Through darkness and with Wink your sight disguise 18. Sleep you Oppressors Monsters quickly bred When private Will is joyn'd to publick Power Like Bears in Winter long by slumber fed You wake with Hunger that would Herds devour 19. Sleep all till waking each with ravisht Mind Shall the strange Glory of new Light admire And thinking 't is the Morn Curse when ye find Your City is become your Funeral Fire 20. Bargio did Hubert's Fury thus excite Which from his darkn'd thoughts breaks through his Eyes As suddainly as Morning breaks from Night Oh glorious Chiefs from sleep to Battle rise 21. And now the Morn in suddain Glory rose And to salute the World shifts from his Face Night's Veil as fast as Bolder unmask to those Whom they saluting would with kindness Grace 22. To restless Hubert Borgio leads the way Near Orna's Window Hurgonil he spies Who there with Musick welcomes Break of Day And as the Lark the East salutes her Eyes 23. For