fury which is prone To him by nature but doth now disowne Nature it self converted to fulfill The gracious pleasure of your virtuous will Oh what a sudden alteration 's bred Here lyes a Lyon but his nature 's fled But Madam since 't is so that unto you The worthless tribute of our lives are due Command us what you please and you shall find Us ready nay and winged like the wind To execute your pleasure Madam these Are only words command us what you please And by our quick obedience you shall see The true effects of our integritie Injoyn us to some pennance that we may T' expiate our crimes be forc'd t' obey For pardon our boldness Madam we discry Hard and misterious Characters in your eye Which we by your permission will unfold And tell you that which never yet was told We 'l take the liberty without consent To say we know you groan in discontent And so does he that is the dayly food Of your affections Madam 't is not good To dwell upon delayes in short we know You love even to despair and that your woe Is bleeding new And that it may appear Madam believe that Amoronzo's here I mean in wish I would not have him nigh Except his dear Celania were by Whom we suppose you are or else his tongue By false description Madam did you wrong For 't was our hapless fortunes to be near Unto his groans when we did sadly hear The thunder of his passion oh hard hap And then a sigh would usher in each clap Like flames or lightning sometimes he would say My Dearest oh divine Celania Here here thy tortur'd Amoronzo lyes Bewitch'd to death by his own miseries Do not believe thy self if thou shouldst chance To think me cruel let thy thoughts advance To better notions ah my Dearest know The Gods can testifie it is not so Heav'n knows I love thee There he stopt then Even like a Torrent he brake forth again And thus exprest What Love-sick-God hath made An errand from the Heavens and thus betray'd My Dearest from me oh it was unkind Unkindly done to leave me here behind To weep her absence well the Gods may frown But I 'le unseile the Heavens and reach her down I cannot breath for she that is my breath Is ravish'd from me and is now my death And there oh what reply'd Celania what If it be death be sparing name it not Such stories please me not Then Madam know There he left off to speak but not to flow In floods of tears he being thus distrest We ran unto him made it our request To know the reason of his grief but he With a mixt look reply'd do ye not see Can ye not spell my miserable state Far easier to endure than to relate Perplex me not with questions but be brief And tell me can you mitigate my grief Can ye inform me where th' indeared Guest Of my now widdowed melancholly brest Makes her abode if this ye can assure me Ye'l prove Physitians and for ever cure me Within the fatal confines of this place I left her with a Villain whose disgrace Black Hell does seeme to blush at nay and I The wofull Authour of her tragedy Am buried in despair oh horrid truth Dimagoras was a Villain from his youth But I 'le pursue the Traytour nay unhinge The Cerbrean gates and bring him to revenge Murther does non-plus Hell which knows not how To get provisioary Plagues enough To punish it but stay behold oh see These are the grounds of my just miserie Shewing Celania's Partlet Gloves and hair Then judg have I not reason to despair Sayes he Thus having lavishly expended His profuse rage he tore his hair and ended And there we left him Madam having now Exprest the truth we know we further bow To your commands believe it we assure Our selves that you do equally endure The like misfortune neither do we doubt By your permission but to finde him out Or else we 'l lose our selves in the pursute Then let your Faith encrease and be not mute Your silence tells us that you love and we By our own confidence resolve 't is he 'T is him you love then please for his dear sake To be perswaded and some pity take Upon your self believ 't those blushes do Confirm what we have told you must be true Nay and the more t' establish your belief We 'l tell you what we are Then know in brief We are Arcadians and from thence we came Being impowered in your Uncles name Our royal King to ransack all about To see if we could find Celania out We had not long pursu'd but by a chance We heard which way and how you did advance With Amoronzo so we soon forsook Our lazy pace and suddenly o'retook Your most renowned Lover whose report For feats of Armes shall spread about the Court At our return although it much redown To our disparagement to heap renown Upon a Stranger and eclipse that glory Which ought t' advance the credit of our story If Mars had come in person to oppose And give encounter to so many Foes So well appointed he had quickly known Th' unhappy Fate of being overthrown For Amoronzo much like lightning flew About our ears and in a moment slew Our stoutest Leaders Nothing could asswage Or quench the fire of his consuming rage Our lives were only sav'd but not by slight Or feats of Armes but by a timely flight So that we must confess our lives were due To Amoronzo first and now to you For which as duty binds us we shall be Faithful to you in this extreamitie But Madam let us crave before we fall To our intentions that you would recall Those ill opinions of us which do rest Within the Realm of your disturbed brest Believe us then we did it but to trye And prove th' effects of your known Chastitie And if this be not truth which we declare Then may your grim-Attendant cease and tear Our perjur'd hearts Now Madam if you please To walk to more conveniency and ease Your wearied body we will forthwith trye Our chiefest skills to bring a quick supply Of comfort to you and we hope to find A Balsom to refresh your troubled mind To which Celania without further oath Made confident by knowledg of them both Reply'd Extreams of grief and care hath made This alteration in me and betray'd The freedom of my Spirit yet I dare With confidence assure my self we are Relations to my Uncle whose severe And more then usual passions made me fear The weight of his displeasure which you know Falls heavy Heaven protect me from a Foe So wrapt in fury that he is by odd Far more implacable than the Gods Nor do I think it possible for Art T' allay the flames of his incensed heart And were it in my choice I 'd chuse to dye Rather than feel the lightning of his eye Therefore as I suppose 't is much in vain To waste your
can the Gods incline To so much pity ah this heart of mine Dares not prove so much traytour to the state I am now in as fondly to create The meanest reâ—sh of a hope for me That am the copy of all miserie The Current of my woes are too too strong To be resisted do me not that wrong What e're ye are as to perswade my brest That I shall ever be so fully blest As to be meanly miserable no My ebb of happiness must never flow But if the pleasing Streams of sweet relief Should drop upon me 't is beyond belief Alas I dare not give so large a scope To my own thoughts to credit my own hope For 't is well known especially to me The ground of hope is possibility I 'le say no more he is excus'd to grieve That has no faith to hope nor to believe The close Attendants hearing this discourse Being fully fraught and laden with remorse Discend the Pit desiring him to be Assistant to his own felicitie But he whose banck-rupt hopes had lately found The horror of despair could not propound The least of comfort to himself the more He was perswaded he the less gave or'e His hellish noise Ye Furies that are sent curse Cry'd he to adde unto my punishment Draw near and hark with what a grace I 'le And scorn these Plagues which cannot make me worse Could ye shoot fire and brimstone from your eyes Into my Soul oh how I would despise Such triffling torments go and blush to see Ye are out-divel'd by my miserie But stay what strange what new-created light Is this that courteth my amazed sight What meanes this sudden change or does a dream Possess my brain can nothing but extream Delight or grief assault me since my Fate Is so much checquor'd I 'le a while await And with a patient quietness expect Future events but as for your respects That stand before me if good fortune chance To fall upon me I 'le not fail t' advance The merit of your worth for though I lye Lockt in the Arms of tyrant miserie Yet my estate and ample fortunes are Exuberant to my wish but I 'le forbear This fond discourse be serious tell me then Are ye not Divels in the shapes of men Pray tell me true for they that go about To do me good must strive to help me out Of this Infernal place that so I may Once more behold the pleasure of a day To which they said Sir if you please to trust Your safety in our hands we will be just And by a speedy means we 'l set you free From this most sad and blind captivity Follow us then and you shall quickly know That we intend your good pray let us go Away they went and when the welcome light Had blest their eyes they all imploy'd their sight To gaze upon him in whose looks they saw That fear kept all his faculties in aw Away they led him to the King and told What they had heard and how he did unfold The nature of his grief and that his heart For lost Celania's sake endur'd a smart Extreamly great because as he exprest He left her weeping wofully distrest He mention'd Amoronzo and his tongue Declar'd 't was he that did Parthenia wrong Which words we plainly hearing thought it meet To bring him to be prostrate at the feet Of your renowned Majesty that so You might by his confession truly know Where fair Celania your dear Neece was fled To which intention we have hither led And here we leave him joyful that our art Procur'd this news to your contrâ—sted heart At which the King with a delightful look Commands him to him and when he had took A strict Survey of his most gashful face He knew it was Dimagoras whose disgrace Made him so odious to the eyes of all The Standers by that they begun to spawl And spâ—t upon him biding him confess Where lost Celania was and what distress He left her in and then they would incline To moderation and with speed confine Their present fury but if he deny'd What they requir'd he should prepare t' abide As many plagues as mischief could invent To which Dimagoras gave a free consent And said I saw I must confess 't is true Both Amoronzo and Celania too But where they were at present did exceed The power of his knowledg for the speed Of his departure made him not enquire Of their designs nor where they would retire But Amoronzo fled I know not why Nor to what place whil'st sad Celania's eye Drench'd her discolour'd cheeks in briny tears And with a storm of sighes exprest her fears But all in vain for he hard-hearted he Slighted her sad her groaning miserie And so he left her oh my heart did burn Without the least engagement to return He being gone my weak endeavours strove To make her quit the solatory Grove Wherein he left her and forbear to vent Such floods of tears for him that was content To leave her in distress but all in vain The more I su'd the less she would retain The good of my perswasions but did woe My present absence that her grief might flow Without controlement so at last I took Unwilling leave and presently forsook The dismall place and left her close confin'd To the strict limits of a troubled mind Poor Lady thus I left her all alone For ah her looks engag'd me to be gone And this is all my knowledg can relate Of her poor Lady too too ridged state To which the King with an enraged brow Reply'd if this be all you can allow Our expectations you shall be our guest Till time and torture make you speak the rest Haste him away our leisure shall compose A plot to make him speak the truth he knows Where now we 'l leave him transplant our eyes From his to more concerning miseries I mean our sad Celania whose distress May cost you tears to read me to express The end of the first Book THE Second Book COme sad Melpomene it is thy part To teach me to decipher such a heart As sorrow never knew nor envious Fate Could ever dare to boast of till of late Come give me tears for ink and ink for tears An iron pen that may ingrave the fears The woes of our Celania Come be brief A world of tears may drown a world of grief And you sad hearted Ladies that have known Th'extreams of love let now your tears be shown It is me-thinks the least that ye can do For every word to drop a tear or two Sighs tears and groans were ever known to be Loves proper Method Cupids Diarie Confirms this ruth moreover he declares That Lovers hearts are circumscrib'd with cares If any justly can this truth deny 'T is Cupid's in an error and not I. The Streams of Love run swifter than but stay Hark our Celania groans my Muse away Bad tidings makes sad hearts th' unwelcom news Of her unheard of sufferings cannot
time in lab'ring to obtain The renovation of his Love What thing Can be more fierce than an incensed King This Lyon if compar'd to him may be Esteem'd a Lamb experience let 's you see That he is pitiful therefore return And leave me here alone that I may burn In my own flames Thus let us end this strife Who brings me Amoronzo brings me life The noble Knights for so they were reply'd Madam this truth is not to be deny'd Which you have utter'd but since your distress As we conceive requires a quick redress Be pleas'd t' accept those proffers which will tend To your advantage Madam do not spend More time in more delays the homely place Of my abode is not above the space Of half a League which by our help you may Quickly approach to Madam let 's away And be assured that you shall command As free an entertainment as will stand With my estate Celania heavy-hearted Consented slowly slowly she departed Where now we 'l leave them for a time and treat Upon Dimagoras who is now compleat In his distress being business'd in a strife Whether to kill himself or lose his life By condemnation for it so fell out That the Lyconians gave a totall rout To the Arcadian Army and pursu'd Their victory until they had subdu'd Their chief Commanders and at last they sent Unto th' Arcadian King to know th' intent Of his proceedings whether he would yield To their desires they having won the field To which th' inraged King sent this reply Know ye Lyconians that I much defie To yield till death requires nor is it all Your strength can make me yield unto your call As for your Lord Dimagoras who is now My Captive I will quickly make him bow To my commands his head his head shall be The Prophesie of future victorie To my recruited Army therefore know I am your hearty your undaunted Foe KALANDER Having dispatch'd this Message he retires And as his speed commands him soon requires Th' Assistance of his Council to advise Which way to steer iu these extreamities Who being met considering well the speed Of their occasions gravely thus proceed Most sacred Sir perpending well the state You now are in we boldly thus debate And first grave Sir we humbly do propose Life for Dimagoras because your Foes Being flesht with victory will quickly be If not oppos'd by potent pollicie Upon your quarters therefore we 'l prepare And make the best advantage of his fear We have already strongly nois'd about That you have lately gave a total rout To the Lyconian Army and this news Being posted to his ears sure cannot chuse But fright him into any thing 't is known His mungrel disposition dare not own The least misfortune therefore we 'l present To him as 't were by Lanskip your intent We will imploy an Agent who shall speak By circumambitues and flyly break The Ice of your desires by which we 'l find Which way the Byas of his tortur'd mind Does most incline Thus having laid the ground Of our designs we quickly can propound What Fabrick to erect fear seldom 's clad With reason to distinguish good from bad Therefore most sacred Sir if you approve Of our advice we quickly will remove Your now-incroaching Foes for we 'l indite And make Dimagoras sign to what we write We therefore wait your pleasure To which the King Gravely reply'd I fear 't will prove a thing Of small effect Lyconia does afford But mean respects to him although their Lord Suppose he should command them to retire A League or two they 'd laugh at his desire For they are now in armes and are made bold By victory and what they get they 'l hold ' When Subjects once get head they bid farewell 'To duty make it conscience to rebell ' The sword knowes no obedience for it makes ' Disloyalty a Law and rudly shakes ' Truths Fundamentals seldom wanting friends 'To brandish it into sinister ends Therefore I well conceive that 't is unfit To act by him that has not power nor wit For though it be State policy we know To seem unwise 't is madness to be so For States-men must like water-men still show Their faces East-ward when they West-ward row But to the purpose 't is our only way To labour by contrivance how to play Our after gain giving them blots by flight Which if they hit they fall we stand upright You know I sent for aid which I expect Within few dayes therefore I 'le not neglect To prosecute my ends for I intend If Fate permit this very night to send My Carriages before and when the Sun Gives them intelligence I 'le seem to run With these my scattered forces but I 'le leave This Garrison well man'd for I perceive That they intend a siege and to persue With their remaining force which if they do I 'le flye with speed to the Olympian Plains And joyn with those recrutes which there remains In expectation of me if th' event Prove well thank Heav'n for this is my intent As for Dimagoras I will prepare An Antidote he shall not dye with fear I 'le cure him with a Message which shall be Welcome being ballast with his libertie He shall have freedom to enjoy the air Under a watchful eye lest he despair And so we lose him for 't is my intent To make Dimagoras finish the event Be what it will 'T is policy to have In such uncertainties a royal Slave Delay breeds danger let 's away I long To be in action Courage makes us strong Reader I crave thy favour to excuse My quick retreat for know my tim'rous Muse Is not so military to withstand The dreadful thunderings of a Martial hand For she complains that Mars was once before Discourteous to her and she 'l fight no more Except but hark who calls Celania how Celania call then Reader turn thy brow From Mars to Venus for Mars seldom saves Nor gives he any other Crowns then Graves We 'l leave him for a time and if there be Occasion that we must return and see His well flesht shambles we 'l not fear nor run 'T is better far to see then feel what 's done All you whose Virgin-hearts have never known The painfull issues of a Love sick groan Draw near and you whose barren eyes did never Let fall a tear come now and weep for ever And you whose infant eyes could never prove Or speak the proper Dialects of Love Approach for here are to be taught in brief Your hearts your eyes your tongues the rules of grief Here breaths your lively copy you may see The exact portraiture of miserie Observe how every Linament doth speak Its excellency and attempts to break More hearts then she has woes whose dismal cry Eccho's alas I 'm griefs Anatomy See how she is disected how each part Of her much wounded yet more constant heart Lies open to your view and how each vein Uâ—rpt by death
fall what then By this I see your zealesie appears Your horns good man are longer then your ears Says she Come follow me I 'le shew you where Your Pris'ner lyes lift up your horns look there Look well upon him judge him if you can To be a knowing able womans man The Goaler now provides him to debate The cause and reason of his low estate Goes nearer to him wills him to express The dismal cause of this unhappiness But all in vain Dimagoras whose eyes Were glew'd with blood cou'd not behold his wise And careful Goaler neither did he find Whose voice it was being deaf as well as blind With that the Goaler seeing 'twas in vain To question him whose fear more then his pain Made him elingued gave command that he Should be committed to his bed and be Observ'd with care whilst he himself would run And fetch a Chirurgion which thing being done He brings him in who presently provides To patch his head and plaister up his sides He wash'd his head then takes his Probe and tries The deepness of his wounds Dimagoras cryes What you mean ye Hell-hounds are ye come To bring me to a second martyrdom Torment me not 't is known that I have store Of plagues already then what need I more Oh that my eyes were open that I might But see the day how blest a thing is light Say are ye men or Devils by and by Reply'd the Chirurgeon your observing eye Shall testifie the truth so by degrees Unglews his eye-lids and Dimagoras sees And knows them all he being gently drest Tells his misfortune and so goes to rest After some hours of sleep Dimagoras wakes Finding himself at ease he gently shakes His slumbers off and then begins to call To minde the fate of his unlucky fâ—ll He well remember'd that he dream'd he should Receive a sudden fall a fall that would Prove prejudicial which he found too true But mist the Damosel promis'd to ensue And dress his wounds nay and he calls to mind Her name and cryes Lutosa was unkind Not to appear but yet he hop'd his fate Would yet prove kind it being not too late His longing soul now groans and sighs to see Some good after so much of miserie Alas says he has providence forgot To send thee hither ah why com'st thou not In spight of Fate be certain I will prove A constant lover ' never to remove My well-fix't thoughts Love has a secret art I am already wedded in my heart I hugg thee in my soul Oh do not stay My dear Lutosa come Oh come away My thoughts are by thy absence much increast And thus I take up love at interest Save these extream expences and command That I may take it at a better hand Oh come Having so said half void of hope The door being softly mov'd did gently ope In comes a thing whose worth is best exprest By saying nothing Reader judge the rest And yet because truth may be clearly shown It was the Goalers daughter who was known And call'd Lutosa this is she whose beauty As it commanded so it proffer'd duty Unto Dimagoras Reader wouldst thou hear Her Character be patient and give ear ' First she was natures over-sight and then ' Her fathers darling and a scorn to men ' Her mother oft would say she was begot ' When peevish nature did she knew not what And this is she Dimag'ras dream'd was fair Was rich was wise nay and Apollo's heir But let me whisper and I 'le tell thee what Believe quite contrary and she was that 'T is more then double misery to dwell Upon a name whose Character is Hell She was a Goalers daughter what need more The consequence denotes her to be W Yet good enough for him whose lep'rous name Deserves no other Wife then lasting shame She stares upon Dimagoras who now Begins to view her with a wrinkled brow His faith depending on his flattering dream Makes him believe that she is all extream His love-sick thoughts are plotting how to praise And court her beauty in an amorous phrase He calls her to him she not being coy Stradles unto him and begins to toy And wanton with his hair entreats desires To dress his wounds and with much zeal requires The reason of his raging grief whilst he Is ravish'd with her affabilitie His trembling hand seizes her dirty paw Her daring Nose still keeps her mouth in awe Or else she bad more to compleat his bliss Crown'd his pale lips with a be-slabbering kiss He sighs and she as willing to requite His pains endeavours with much speed and might To answer him but counld not for she knew Not how to sigh but gave a grunt or two Which to speak truth did very much content Dimagoras who thought that she had rent Her heart in pieces after that she throws Her goggle-eyes about and then bestows A wide-mouth'd smile upon him which exprest Ten thousand joys he thinks himself as blest As bliss can make him and begins to take Couragious boldness passionate to make Humble addresses to her She begins T' admire her self he courts her and she grins Grows now a little coy and will not stay But by compulsion strives to go away Because she knows she cannot Oh what pains He takes to hold her whilst she strives and strains T' unscrew her self why let me go says she Or I will tell your incivilitie Unto my father who will make you know What 't is to use his virgin Daughter so I will be gon with that Dimagoras vents A showr of tears and shews his discontents By his too stedfast looks which made her show An angry brow although it were not so 'T is importunity makes women prove Insulting tyrants over proffer'd love Dimagoras sues and begs whilst she replies Away with these your false fond flateries My mother told me that I must not yeild At first and they are Cowards quit the field At the first on-set nay my mother told me Men do not always love me when they hold me She charg'd me too when men desir'd to know Whether I could affect at first say no And here she whisper'd Oh unhappy I It goes against my stomack to deny And though I dare not in a present sense Yet I may love you in the Future Tense Then let me go you shall not be withstood If you 'l but keep in the Optative Mood Away she trundles whilst his nimble eye Pursues her to the last discovery The door being shut and his Lutosa fled He then composed his distracted head Begins to ruminate and call to mind Her several graces and with what a kind Aspect she look't upon him then to say She had no crime but that she went away But Oh ye powers cryes he do but befriend My wishes with success and quickly send My soul unto me for alas I own Nothing of life when my Lutosa's gone I am a Statue nay and what is worse Her present absence makes my life a
upon your perjur'd heart Clinias takes courage for it is conceit Makes all our actions either small or great And thus reply'd Sir Knight I do conceive My self much injur'd for you would bereave And rob me of my honour when as I Have dearly bought it of mine enemy As for Amphialus I must confess In the relation of his hardiness I did him honour not appropriate His name but sung the glory of his fate And this was all moreover when I saw The Kings broad Seal and Hand it was a Law To warrant my forbearance I protest My vexed soul was never more opprest Then at that present What is to a Knight Of valour more delightful then a fight But being charm'd by power what could I do More then I did Sir Knight I speak to you Corinda and her Ladies all this while Being in labour with a hearty smile Were now delivered which truly sent To Clinias his heart no small content For fools love all extreams because sometimes They censure smiles to be the greatest crimes But when their apter faiths perswades their brest That every word 's a meritorious jest Because it is most non-sense then they toyl And he commits a fault that does not smile And tugg for jests But yet in Reasons School Who laughs because another is a fool ' Condems himself I therefore only shall ' Say Clinias was a fool and that is all ' How many great pretenders to the Sword ' As well as he could never read a word ' Yet what a bluster in the world they make The Sword 's their Pen their Book with which they take Such large accounts that 't will at last be known They have expended more then was their own But I must haste Dimagoras now draws near To his desires where all things do appear Delightful to his wish his greedy eyes Being satiated with varieties Conceal'd themselves that so they might obtain When reinvited to observe again New strength but at the last they were descry'd 'T is known great persons seldom go uney'd By several servants which did then attend Upon Kalander who did forthwith send Being then a time of war to prove and know Whether that they were enemies or no But when Dimagoras was for certain told This real truth his troubled heart grew cold Not knowing what the matter was for he Thought every bush a fatal enemy By which example we may sadly find The strange effects of a tormented mind At last 't was known Kalander only sent To know for certain what was the intent Of their approach which when Dimagoras knew He soon lookt up endeavouring to renew His former courage giving that respect Was due And after spake to this effect I well perceive my friends says he ye are Attendants to this Lord whose pleasant aire And stately Pallace makes me bold to be His Orator desiring libertie A while to be his Guest I 'le therefore stay To wait his favourable answer Nay Reply'd the Servants you may please my Lord T' approach we know his goodness will afford A lib'ral wellcome 't is well known that he Is not a niggard of his Courtesie Therefore be pleas'd t' approach without delay And we 'le be bold my Lord to lead the way Away they went At last they drawing near Unto the house Kalander did appear Nobly attended which Dimagoras spy'd And soon dis-Coach'd himself and thus aply'd Himself unto him If my unhandsome Fate My Lord says he makes me unfortunate In my obtaining favour from your hands For my presumption here your servant stands To wait your will With that Kalander stayd The Current of his Language and thus sayd My Lord if your offences be so great As you express 't is fit I should retreat From thoughts of pardon unto which intent Walk in my Lord and take your punishment I must assure you that 't will much exceed The merit of your crime My Lord you need Have more then usual patience This discourse Had all most made Dimagoras divorce His thoughts from his intents his wit affords No sense to understand Kalanders words These are but homely Complements thinks he Is this the effect of his lib'ralitie Let what will happen I am fully bent Thinks he to enter and expect th' event So being led into a spacious Hall Whose uniformity might justly call It self most Excellent and could supply The ear with rare delights as well as th' eye Where being come Kalander does address Himself unto him with a chearfulness Disconsonant to what Dimagoras did Expect and with a graceful presence bid Him freely welcome which did much repair His drooping spirits and decrease his care So after mutual Ceremonies past They both sat down Dimagoras often cast His eyes upon the Pictures but before His nimble senses could half look them o're His ears were courted with such melodies That now he 's turn'd all ears that was all eyes He lookt about but could not apprehend From whence those Heav'n-bred Raptures should descend But on a sudden just before his eyes Two folding doors flyes ope and he espyes Variety of objects Now his ears And eyes are grown at variance and he fears One sense disturbs another for the eyes And ears are so antartique that it lyes Not in the power of nature to unite Or reconcile the ears unto the sight Although 't is not deny'd they often are Assistant to each other yet I dare Presume to ask this question tell me whither That they can see and hear and judge together Both at one instant but it is in part Answer'd because Dimagoras his heart Did truly wish it lay within his power To be or deaf or blind for half an hour My judgement 's satisfy'd enough to know Both eyes and ears were captivated so That 't was nay very difficult to tell Which object did most please which most excel The first thing represented to his eye Was a rare Fountain whose curiosity Was known by this Inscription writ thereon I 'M MADE FOR WONDER NOT DESCRIPTION Under whose flâ—â—â—t eyes Dame Flora lay Nursing her off-spring for the Month of May Each swelling Hillock gladly seem'd to be Much pleas'd at their so near deliverie Whilst from the Christal Fountain there did flow Like April showrs fresh streams to make them grow Against the general Mid-wife of the earth Should shew the world a party-colour'd birth Nor was this all for there the lofty Pine The Beech the Cedar did as 't were combine To in wilderness this Fountain but yet so That the refreshing Sun might come and go To court her streams being welcom'd by a quire Of warbling Nightingals who would retire Into the Thickets and at every noat Ravish the Sun and make him seem to doat Upon their harmony and pry about As 't were to find these feathered Syrens out Whilst Zepherus being favourably kind Would with a sober and refreshing wind Move back the dangling-boughs whose leaves conceal'd A pleasure not much fit to be reveal'd It was Diana and her Virgin
troubled mind but what they then exprest I will not now relate for time invites And calls us unto new though sad delights But yet I hope my Reader will suppose Th' effect of their discourse for he that knows Dimagoras is their subject well may guess Th' event and save me labour to express It so fell out when the declining Sun Declar'd unto the world that he had run Th' extreamest of his labour for that day That sad Celania chanc'd to pass that way Where the deep-thoughted Pilgrim sate who minded Nothing but his own mind and being blinded With contemplation did not then discover The near approach of this distressed Lover But like a sluggard who is loath to rise Until the Sun intrench upon his eyes Even so the Pilgrim when Celania glanc'd Before his eyes rous'd up and soon advanc'd His drooping head but this amazed sight Could not endureth ' approach of so much light Which she perceiving suddenly did shrowd Her beauty underneath a Cypress cloud Which when the Pilgrim saw he soon addrest Himself unto her and his thoughts exprest To this effect Most pensive Virgin if my serious thoughts Hath made me guilty of too many faults In this my bold attempt which may indeed Justly assure you that it did proceed From your own promise which I claim as due Then pardon him who lives to honour you And since I see your virtues have enclin'd If I mistake not your perplexed mind To the performance of your promise made To me after your sorrows had betray'd And brought you to my sight I crave to know The reason of your grief Madam bestow Your confidence upon me for I vow By these my sacred Weeds that I will bow My whole endeavours to procure your peace Though by my own disquiet therefore cease Those bashful tears which I perceive distill Out of the Limbick of your tim'rous will Beleive me then each word that shall depart Out of your lips shall drop into my heart Which now lies open with a full intent To take them in when you shall give them vent Therefore uncaptivate those thoughts which lye Struggling within your brest for liberty To which Celania after she had made A short though seeming pause lookt up and said Grave Sir since thus your Oratorious skill Hath made me yeild to your inviting will I shall in short though sadly thus relate The grandure of my miserable state By which relation I shall boldly thrust With an assurance that you will be just My life into your hands May Heaven reply'd The Pilgrim strike me dumb when I divide Your secrets from my heart I will forbear To tell them to my self for fear the air Being infected with an envious spight Should bring your secrets to untimely light Therefore with confidence proceed to show And tell the reason of your lavish woe At which Celania all her joys being fled Contemning life because her life was dead I mean her Amoronzo did express Her self as follows Know grave Sir this dress You see me in is but a sad disguise To change my person not my miseries I had a Father whose indulgent care And carefull indulgency did not spare For cost to educate me to the best Advantage of the times I made request Upon a time unto him that I might Being of years sufficient take delight In what I had acquir'd and forthwith show My self at Court Ah there began my woe But to proceed My Father to fulfill The wilfull humour of my eager will Perpending not the danger might arise Parents affections often wanting eyes From my request did forthwith give consent For my departure So away I went Where being come I forthwith did apply My self unto the choicest company My Birth and Fortune was at last declar'd Unto the Court then every one prepar'd To do me homage for indeed the Court That grand Idolater did soon report And Idolize my worth which made me look Above my self I presently forsook That glorious thing call'd Virtue and became Having lost the honour of a virtuous Name A perfect Courtier and I soon forgot How to be good because I us'd it not And to speak truth the Court will scarce allow Or give acceptance to a modest brow They that come there must forthwith dis-ingage Themselves of virtue learn to court the rage Of every humour Courtiers all men know Like Butter-flyes are only good in show Yet I 'le not blame them all because l 've seen Bees amongst flyes The Lawrel will be green In spight of frost yet every one supposes A Wilderness yeilds Nettles more then Roses And they that live a perfect Courtiers life As I have done change true content for strife Virtue at Court is like a blazing Star Gaz'd at for wonder But I run too far In this discourse I therefore will return Unto my self who although green did burn In flames of Love not doubting but to find A sweet refreshment for my tortur'd mind But all in vain for my distracted brest Being subject unto every thing but rest Was so tormented that I was enforc'd To vent my thoughts And thus in short discourst With my own thoughts Cindana why dost thou For that 's my name thus play the fool and bow To every passion tell me canst thou show A reason for thy love dost thou not know Extreams are dangerous Ah cruel he That flatter'd me into this miserie Ah The phrastus how hast thou betrayd But here the current of her speech was stayd By an approaching Lady who desir'd Some secrecy the Pilgrim soon retyr'd And gave them opportunity but he Began to muse and wonder what would be The sequel of her Story whilst indeed She was her self unwilling to proceed So being glad of this advantage took Her leave and so immediately forsook The Garden telling him withal that she Having begun t' unfold her miserie Unto his ears would take another day To perfect what she then begun to say Away she went The Pilgrims heart affords Nothing but wonder her promiscuous words Torment his soul because he could not find Although he labour'd with a serious mind The aim of her discourse he therefore broke His silence into language and thus spoke Unto himself What are my senses grown So dull so stupid that they cannot own So much as common reason sure my brain Is very empty or her words are vain The time has been when I could understand Cloudy Enigma's when I could command The knottiest intricacies to appear Before my apprehension plain and clear But to be baffl'd by a womans wit Is more then peevish nature can forget Yet I must needs confess and say I lye Under a most ingenious tyranny But why was I so curious as to know And hear the reason of her stubborn woe What have I gain'd but wonder doubt trouble Inquisitive hearts are still tormented double Her story was so clouded that the eye Of my dull sense cannot at all discry Or guess the sequel First she said her life Was wrapt up in each word which made a strife Within my thoughts for fear that they should be Born into words and make discoverie Of her disigns well may she never rest Till I have heard and she has spoke the rest And so farewell vain thoughts my serious mind Must aim at higher things farewel unkind And cruel Virgin I will now retire Into my self and never more enquire After thy endless story for indeed I fear that thou wer 't fearful to proceed Or at the least asham'd The Court I know Receives the good but seldom keeps them so But stay my thoughts me thinks I did espye Something within the circuit of her eye That I have seen before Me thinks her face Is radiated with a glorious grace But being mask'd with sorrow she lies hid From my remembrance and I am forbid To make enquiry therefore I 'le surcease My present thoughts and shrowd my self in peace And thus we 'le leave them both and now return Unto Dimagoras who begins to burn And flame with anger every word they spoke Batter'd his conscience and had almost broke His treacherous heart The Ladies did indeed At that time all endeavour to exceed Their usual passions every one did throw A dagger at him and would oft bestow The name of Villain on him Thus his ear Although unwilling was enforc'd to hear Himself revil'd but yet he durst not show His rage in words for fear that they should know Or at the least mistrust that it was he That was the Authour of that villanie And they as being willing still to add To his beleif would often wish they had The Traytor there that they might jointly take Revenge in part for wrong'd Parthenias sake Dimagoras being tyr'd does now prepare For his return but scarcely could forbear To shew his anger Yet at last he took His solime leave return'd his thanks forsook Kalanders house being not a little proud To think that he had pass'd so great a crowd Of difficulties He does now begin To think what an unpardonable sin He had committed in respect he staid So long from his Lutosa who had made A battery in his soul But here 't is best To take th' advantage of a breathing rest Therefore My Muse retire we must not play Too much at first but begg another day From our more serious thoughts till then desire The Reader to excuse thee and retire The end of the fourth Book