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 Churchyard, over against the little North Door, 1685.   

THis Seventh and Last Canto of the Third Book of Gondibert, having lain long Buried in obscurity, came not to Light till after the Impression of Sir William Davenant's Works: That this only Remain of that unparallelled Heroic Poem might not be lost, it was thought fit to be Published, as well to Assert its true Genuine Birth, as also to show itself not not to be Inferior to the best of the other Cantos.   

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 control  
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 uncontrolled, as Fate  
In the Black Bosom of Oblivion's Night;  
Can Suns of Immortality create,  
To dazzle Envy with prevailing Light.   

In vain they strive your glorious Lamp to hid  
In this dark Lantern, to all Noble Minds;  
Which through the smallest cranny is descried,  
Whose Force united, no resistance finds.   

Blessed be my Father, who has found his Name  
Among the Heroes, by your Pen revived;  
By Running in Time's Wheel, his thriving Fame  
Shall still more youthful grow, and longer lived.   

Had Alexander's Trophies thus been reared,  
And in the Circle of your Story come;  
The spacious Orb full well he might have spared,  
And reaped 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.    

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THE Seventh Canto OF THE THIRD BOOK Dedicated to CHARLES COTTON Esq;  
The ARGUMENT.  

Waked by the Duke's Adoption, Hubert brings  
Borgio beneath the shade of Night's black Wings,  
To dark Verona: Orna is betrayed,  
And Hurgonil, not Jealous, but dismayed.  
The Chiefs their Passions vent to Hermegild,  
But soon to Gartha 's braver Passion yield.   

1.  
UNlucky Fire, which though from Heaven derived,  
Is brought too late like Cordials to the Dead,  
When all are of their Sovereign sense deprived,  
And Honour which my rage should warm is fled.   

2.  
Dead to Heroic Song this Isle appears,  
The ancient Music of Victorious Verse:  
They taste no more, than he his Dirges hears,  
Whose useless Mourners sing about his Hearse.   

3.  
Yet shall this Sacred Lamp in Prison burn,  
And through the darksome Ages hence invade  
The wondering World, like that in tully's Urn,  
Which though by time concealed, was not decayed.   

4.  
And Charles in that more civil Century,  
When this shall wholly fill the Voice of Fame,  
The busy Antiquaries then will try  
To find amongst their Monarch's Coins thy Name.   

5.  
They will admire thy force 'gainst Gothick rage,  
Thy Head of Athens, and thy Woman breast,  
Which rescued these Records in a rude Age,  
When the free Arts were frighted, and oppressed.   

6.  
If they who read thy Victories, thus confessed,  
Find not thy wreathed Image, their blind Skill  
In gathering Monarches Medals, they'll detest,  
And think they made their long Collections ill.   

7.  
They'll highly bless thy Virtue, by whose Fire  
I keep my Laurel warm, which else would sade,  
And thus enclosed, think me of Nature's Choir  
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 though 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 Fancy's Eyes,  
When Night so black a Robe on Nature cast,  
As Nature seemed afraid of her Disguise.   

10.  
Ambitious Hubert to Verona came  
In the dark Reign of Universal Sleep;  
And means no Tears shall quench his Angers flame,  
Tho all the Dwellers must be waked to weep.   

11.  
Till Fame had made the Duke's Adoption known,  
He painfully suppressed this raging Fire;  
But now it was above his Conduct grown,  
And Bergio thus provoked it to aspire.   

12.  
Thy Wealth, thou painted City, who shall say?  
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 Meadows 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 married at Adult'ries wink,  
Both soon seek Strangers, and each other shun.   

15.  
Sleep you who Ruin States by Trades Increase,  
Rich Traffickers who fetch those Toys 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 sudden Tempest breeding in my Breast.   

17.  
You Statesmen sleep, who States tame Lions be  
For you and Lion's 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 joined to public Power,  
Like Bears in Winter long by slumber fed,  
You wake with Hunger, that would Herds devour.   

19  
Sleep all, till waking each with ravished Mind,  
Shall the strange Glory of new Light admire,  
And thinking 'tis the Morn, Curse when ye find,  
Your City is become your Funeral Fire.   

20.  
Bargio did Hubert's Fury thus excite,  
Which from his darkened thoughts breaks through his Eyes  
As suddenly as Morning breaks from Night,  
Oh glorious Chiefs from sleep to Battle rise.   

21.  
And now the Morn in sudden Glory risen,  
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 Music welcomes Break of Day,  
And as the Lark the East salutes her Eyes.   

23.  
For there at every dawn with Lovers lays,  
Till this sweet Moon shall end their nuptial Rites,  
And Joys begin, he love Reveillees pays,  
Which made their morning sweet as Lovers nights,   

24.  
Such Airs the untuned Borgio ill abides,  
For Music which is so the Soul of Love,  
As Love is of our Life, his Soul derides,  
Whom only Drum's ambition's Noise could move.   

25.  
He oft sends back, as he does forward pass,  
His fatal Looks, which did the Count less awe  
Than did that Amorous, but more dreadful Face,  
Which he too soon in Orna's window saw,   

26.  
For there appeared, though but obliquely placed,  
As shrunk behind the Glass, a Youth, who seemed  
 with all those Graces, which have graced  
Great Courts, or greater Love has e'er esteemed.   

27.  
Such seemed this Amorous Youth, who soon withdrew  
His Looks, and shut the Casement hastily,  
As if he only watched to scape from view,  
By stealth would see, and to be seen was shy.   

28.  
A Youth, who thus his Beauty seems to hid,  
So guiltlessly in a suspicious time,  
And in the Chamber of a plighted Bride,  
Might blot the whitest Virtue with a Crime.   

29.  
Yet this as Loves false Fire, the Count did scorn.  
Grave Tybalt, who these Rites attended, seems  
So lost in Sleep, as if not yet the Morn  
Were broke, and ranks his Vision with his Dreams.   

30.  
Yet Jealousy, which does by Thoughts subsist,  
As Life by Air; grew stronger by their pause;  
For they their Music silently dismissed,  
And fearing ill Effects, must doubt the Cause.   

31.  
Music which here at Orna's dawn had sung,  
For Love's Morn breaks not in a common Sky;  
But now their Lutes did seem on Willows hung,  
Where near some murmuring Brook dead Lovers lie.   

32.  
Wain Jealousy, thou fruitful little Seed,  
Tho single, and as small as Atoms sown,  
Yet faster riseth than a forward Weed,  
In many Stems soon great and fully blown.   

33.  
'Tis Love's Alarm Bell too often hung  
Near Lover's Beds, and keeps 'em still awake;  
Yet Noble Hurgonil, when first it rung,  
Scarce seemed to start, and now thus calmly spoke.   

34.  
Since Love the valiant Aids I must not dread  
A Shadows force, and I should vain appear,  
To let my Eyes be by a Vision led  
From Her whose Image in my Heart I wear.   

35.  
Such Maiden Stratagems each plighted Bride,  
Ruled by her Virgin Counsel does devise;  
And thus my Faith in Orna must be tried,  
Faith's Fort is best attempted by Surprise.   

36.  
She as betrothed does till this Moon be past,  
And Marriage Laws begin by Custom Sway,  
And now she tempts my Jealousy to taste  
How I will Reign, when she must long obey.   

37.  
That Youth her near Ally, such harmless Art  
Assists, which may to Country Eyes seem bold;  
But Courts Elixir Virtue does convert  
The worst and most suspected Coin to Gold.   

38.  
Tybalt replled, this Trial, Hurgonil,  
Exalts you both, it proves your love not light,  
And shows that she wants guilt to give her Skill,  
Where to direct her Jealous Trials right.   

39  
Your solid healthful Love sweats not away  
At the faint Heat of Jealousies pale Flame,  
Nor even in Death will more than Souls decay,  
Which die not, but return from whence they came.   

40.  
And since her Trial is so useless made,  
Her Error does her Innocence proclaim;  
For as we trace strange Thiefs by known Thieve aid  
So our own Gild lights us to others Shame.   

41.  
The Guilty often wake, when Jealous grown,  
To watch Love's Treasons in another's Bed;  
Yet after foul Adulteries in their own,  
Sleep as secure from Terrors as the Dead.   

42.  
Thus as they homeward move, they timely draw  
Discretion's Curtain o'er each others Eyes,  
And would not see, what they with Sorrow saw,  
Truth oft more modest seems in a Disguise.   

43.  
Wise Nature does reprove our Jealousy,  
'Tis Fear, and Fear none willingly express,  
The Jealous shrink like Spies from every Spy,  
And what they find with Honours less confess.   

44.  
But why (mysterious Love) to blemish Truth  
In truest Lovers hast thou Art devised?  
Even in the Artless Sex, for that fair Youth  
Was Gartha in a manly shape disguised.   

45.  
Whose Beauty stooped to Hermegild's advice,  
And she of Vlpha, Orna's Woman bought  
The Jewel Honour at a common price,  
And was by stealth to Orna's Chamber brought.   

46.  
There she in Night's black Bosom lay,  
As in dark Lanterns Light for Treason lies,  
And so when she peeped forth, 'twas to betray,  
As those were made to shine for a Surprise.   

47.  
Calm Orna fearless slept, since free from Sin,  
And little did her Woman's duty doubt,  
Nor heard when she had took the Traitors in,  
Who through her Windows let her Honour out.   

48.  
And still she slept with as becalmed a Breast,  
As thoughtless Martyrs in a Monument,  
Whilst Gartha (whose Success her Cares increased)  
Shifts her Disguise, and to her Palace went.   

49.  
Where Hubert longingly expects that she  
The reason of her Absence should unfold,  
Who big with Plot longs for delivery,  
And thinks Successes lost that are not told.   

50.  
With Hermegild she hastily arrives,  
Where when she Hubert and bold Borgio spied,  
Her Anger seemed to threaten Lovers Lives,  
And at her Frowns has many a Lover died.   

51.  
The two fierce Leaders gravely thoughtful grow  
Like scared Astrologers, as grieved to take  
From this new Comet in her threatening Brow,  
The Empire's Doom, and thus her Passion spoke.   

52.  
Wild Rumour, which from Court to Brescia fled,  
Has brought you here bright in your Angers Flame,  
You, Hubert, who in War have others led,  
Now for your own chief Guide choose common Fame.   

53.  
At Gondibert's Success, and new Renown  
Your sick Ambition in a Fever seems;  
Which from the Camp so drives you to the Town,  
As fev'rish men shift Beds to change their Dreams.   

54.  
Back to your Camp, and come not here to boast  
Of numerous Ensigns, which but seldom are  
By Valour gained, though oft by Cowards lost,  
Rags which the Beggar Honour wears in War.   

55.  
Dull force cannot wise Courts with threaten fright,  
Who breed strong not in Helmets but in Heads,  
Those Battles which you know not why you fight,  
And whilst you frown in Fields, smile in their Beds.   

56.  
More had she said, but studious Hermegild  
Begged with his Looks, grown pale with Lovers Cares,  
That her bold Passion would to Prudence yield,  
And thus to Hubert he his Mind declares.   

57  
Think not great Prince, that our Designs are slow,  
But think your Courage makes a dangerous haste;  
The Cures of Inward Wounds then doubtful grow  
To Art, when outwardly they heal too fast.   

58.  
The Duke's Adoption is a tender Wound,  
Which cannot rough and hasty hands endure,  
By gentle search are narrow Arteries found,  
Where we the Spirits closer Walks secure.   

59  
Think not the Wounds ill searched, which Artists close,  
Whilst you to open it grow rashly bold;  
As men ill cured haste desp'ratly to Blows,  
Because new Wounds may lance and cure the old.   

60.  
Your Station is on Hills, your Glories all  
Watch as a Beacon, that does bid 'em Arm,  
And here your Name but whispered, serves to call  
The sleeping Faction like a new Alarm.   

61.  
Retire, though like the Sun declined you keep  
Your Circle still, and give to others Light,  
Since we must wish your Enemy's a-sleep,  
Give us betimes the benefit of Night.   

62.  
Preserve your Camp, no Force but of the Mind  
Can make our way, and when such Force you doubt,  
Think then that Giants, loath to die, can bind  
And master Souls with Limbs from going out.   

63.  
Hubert's lost Patience, he did thus restore,  
Then Gartha with such Reverence he did chide,  
As Indian Priests in Storms check and adore  
Their Idols Rage, but Hubert thus replied.   

64.  
Who doubts your Wisdom, Hermegild, which long  
Has led fierce Armies, and calm Councils taught,  
Must the world's Mistress, grave Experience wrong,  
As if she wanted Worth, which all have sought.   

65.  
Such who play with Truth, are punished by  
Derided Anguish, till they serious turn,  
As wanton Sceptics, who Effects deny?  
Of Fire, see others smiling whilst they burn.   

66.  
Your Faith to me, your love of Gartha binds,  
Which doubting, I her force of Beauty doubt  
A Light held up, when Courts tempestuous Winds  
Threaten to blow Heavens Lamps, the Planets out.   

67.  
Think my Impatience is the Army's Sin,  
And if when Gartha with my wrong's is warmed,  
Your Power can hardly keep her Passions in,  
How should I stop three angry Legions armed?   

68  
Her Anger Heavenly is, for as kind Heaven  
Grieves that our own advantage we decline  
By doing ill; so her Rebukes are given,  
Because she suffers when the Loss is mine.   

69.  
Victorious Maid, I find deep Wounds of Cares  
On your fair Brow; but so by Beauty shown,  
As youthful Victors wear their boasted Scars,  
To make their Virtue more than Beauty known.   

70.  
Tell me the Empire's safe, and tell me where  
You and your Faction have so early met;  
To humble those who are so proud to fear,  
That at your Dawn their Sun must ever set.   

71.  
Gartha from each to all now shifts her Eyes,  
As if too wild, and proud to be confined,  
So proud with Praise, that she does Praise despise,  
And spreads like Sails swelled with a prosperous Wind.   

72.  
Her Words abound, as Maids first Stories flow,  
When to stolen Lovers they from Parents scape,  
And fast she speaks, as Scouts chased by the Foe  
Declare their Number, and their Battles shape.   

73.  
She tells how scarce from man she knew,  
When so audacious made by her Disguise,  
How soon her triple Voice a Tenor grew,  
Her bashful Looks, bolder than eagle's Eyes.   

74.  
She makes her secret Progress fully known,  
And how false Vlpha aided the Success;  
Whose Treason though she scorned, she graced her own,  
As Traitor's Greatness makes their Treason less.   

75.  
Whilst thus her mourning Conquest she reports,  
Their forward hopes shrunk back & seemed dismayed  
To be instead of Sovereign Gold, with Courts  
Small Plots (the common Coin of Statesmen) paid.   

76.  
Then thus spoke Hermegild to highest Heights,  
The lowest Steps must be the first Degrees,  
The strongest stoop to carry greater Weights,  
And from concealed small Roots, spring lofty Trees.   

77.  
Nature disguised, does oft from Lowness rise,  
To high Effects; so does her Servant Art,  
Courts which by Art subsist, and low Disguise  
Oft dress a King to play a Subject's part.   

78.  
These Clouds which threaten Hurgonil, e'er long  
Shall o'er the sleeping Duke a Tempest breed;  
As weaker Winds may suddenly grow strong,  
And split a Mast, which first scarce shook a Reed.   

79.  
The World is not subdued by Victories,  
Nor by the Voice of Public Councils swayed,  
'Tis being wild best conquered by Surprise,  
And easiest ruled, when to the Yoke betrayed.   

80.  
Wise Courts for Man have many a little Snare  
In Cities (now grown wild as Forests) spread  
To take the useful Beast alive, whom War  
Destroys, though he be useless being dead.   

81.  
Now Borgio, who with Hopes swelled Sails had steered,  
Grows troublesome, as Sails then strong winds change  
Like Sails he slackened, when his Hope laveered,  
And seemed as much a storm, as storms seem strange.   

82.  
Invite, said he, State Student to your Feast  
Of Ruling Councils, an insipid Food.  
When Cannibal Ambition is your Guest,  
Who is not fed with Precepts, but with Blood.   

83.  
Poorly you make us fall from public Heights,  
To private Depths; and all your great Designs,  
Are subtly shrunk to Lovers little Slights,  
Your Indian Voyage was to Copper Mines.   

84.  
The Duke's Adoption by the King is sealed,  
The Count by Marriage plight to Orna tied,  
Fast by Confederate the Crown is held,  
And we watch hard to scare a sleeping Bride.   

85.  
Accursed be Courts where you, wise Statesmen,  
Yourselves, and not your Master great, you keep  
Your Watch with false Alarms, and only wake  
To breed those Fears, which hinder others sleep.   

86.  
Falshood condemned you free from public good,  
Bind Truth to the Authority of Schools,  
Lest in your Priests you should be understood,  
Priests you make false, and they confirm you Fools.   

87.  
Tho humbly first you low as Serpents crawl,  
Yet soon you show your power, which is your Sting.  
Wildly you catch at him, when you must fall  
Who by your Weights grows weak, your governed King.   

88  
Greedy as Lions o'er your trembling Prey,  
Rolling your Eyes about with Jealous Care,  
For fear some other strong Devourer may  
In what you long have hunted, quickly share.   

89.  
You sell the Peace that with your Blood you bought,  
Then in your Closets other Quarrels feign  
To break that Peace, for which like Fools we fought  
And make the People purchase it again.   

90.  
At this old Hermegild renounced his Age,  
For heat of Anger made his Visage young,  
And soon in Words he would let lose his Rage,  
But Gartha sooner thus prevents his Tongue.   

91.  
Is this your Lion Hubert, whom you bring  
In terror from his Canvas Cage, your Tent,  
That by instinct he may to free the King  
Roar, if he find him not of King's Descent.   

92.  
Or would he cure Courts tame Civility?  
Or must the Ladies yield to him for fear?  
Soon a despised dead Lion shall he be,  
If he pronounce his Savage Doctrine here.   

93.  
Rebels to Courts, the Force of useful Power,  
Where Statesmen should be safe tho vexed with Cares,  
To rescue whom your Fury would devour,  
They breed not War for you, but you for Wars.   

94.  
Courts formed not War to keep the World alarmed,  
Or vex the Quiet, but to tame the Rude,  
To Right whom Tumults wrongfully have harmed,  
And Conquer those who have the good subdued.   

95.  
Courts your wise Masters, did invent the odds  
Of Camps o'er Crowds, you mustered by your wills,  
Would now like Ruffian Giants brave your Gods,  
Who smile in Clouds to see you heave at Hills.   

96.  
How wildly would the World be Ruled, if left  
By Civil Courts to your uncivil Sway?  
Justice would hardly dare to blush at Theft,  
Nor Priests to sigh, when Priests become their Prey.   

97.  
What are your Battles where Ambition tries  
Those Titles which avoid the Test of Law,  
Battles, the World's confused Lotteries,  
Where for the Prize thousands together draw.   

98.  
Like mighty Murderers you Honour boast,  
Ofener by Chance than Valour give Defeats;  
Vainly like Gamesters count not what you lost,  
But what you won, hiding your base Retreats.   

99  
By wretched Rapine urged to bold Attacks,  
And when a City even by Treaty yields,  
You oft out do the Fame of Gothick Sacks,  
And where they City's left, leave desert Fields.   

100  
And when your conquering Train comes home quite tired  
With emptying Cities, and with filling Graves,  
Your Foreign Vices are at first admired,  
Till low you fall in Riots as your Slaves.   

101.  
Now Hubert did arrest her pleading hand,  
Which earnest grew, & did her Tongue out-plead,  
His Looks did Borgio's Silence soon command,  
And on her Hand he Tears of kindness shed.   

102.  
And that sweet Pledge with fervent Kisses held,  
As fast as Lovers than that fair Hand hold,  
Which has the long sought Promise newly sealed,  
When Rivals hopes grow warm, & theirs grow cold▪   

103.  
He said she was Heavens private Mirror wrought,  
For Kings that they might secret Truths discern;  
He praised the Court, that her such greatness taught  
As only Courts can teach, and Princes learn.   

104.  
Now with one Mind to several Cares they high;  
She hastes to Court to hasten Orna's shame:  
And both the Chiefs disguised to Brescia fly,  
Thro Mists returning as in Crowds they came.   

105.  
jubert will wait till her Designs appear  
In larger Growth, for He was bred to sow  
Courts little Fields, and well he knew that there  
Small Rivals oft to mighty Mischiefs grow.   

106.  
They look but wrong on Courts who can derive  
No great Effects from outward Littleness;  
Thro Foolish Scorn they turn the Prospective,  
And so contract Courts little things to less.   

107.  
Man's little Heart in narrow space does hid  
Great Thoughts, such as have spacious Empire swayed  
The little Needle does vast Carricks guide,  
And of small Atoms were the Mountains made.   
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Clark's Looking-glass for Persecutors.  
Mall of Holy Living and Dying, Twelves.  
Clark's Treatise about Comfort, Twelve.  
The Life of Mrs. Clark, late Wife of Mr. Samuel Clark, Twelve.  
Wit revived, an excellent way of Divertisement in Questions and Answers, Twelves.  
martials Epigrams for the use of Westminster School.  
Divine Examples of God's severe Judgements upon Sabbath-breakers, in their unlawful Sports, collected out of several Divine Subjects, viz. Mr. H. B. Mr. Beard, and the Practice of Piety, a little Monument of our present Times, etc.  
A brief Remembrance, or the right Improvement of Christ's Birthday.  
A second Sheet of old Mr. Dod's Sayings; or another Posy gathered out of Mr. Dod's Garden.  
Hunting for Money, the first Part.  
The hunting Match for money, the second Part.  
Bishop Hall's Say, concerning Travellers, to prevent Popish and debauched Principles.  
The whole Duty of Man, containing a Practical Table of the ten Commandments, wherein the Sins forbidden, and the Duties commanded, or implied, are clearly discovered. By Famous Mr. William Perkins.  
Broughes Sacred Principles in Welch, Octavo.  
Bishop Prideaux on the Lord's Prayer in Welch, Twelve.  
Bishop Usher's Catechism in Welch, Twelve.  
With divers other Welsh Books.  
At which place you may be furnished with most sorts of bound or stitched Books; as Acts of Parliament, Proclamations, Speeches, Declarations, Letters Orders, Commissions, Articles, with other State Matters; as also Books of Divinity, Church-Government, Sermons, and most sorts of Histories, Poetry, Plays, and such like, etc.  
FINIS.