Fables from Boccacio and ChaucerNew ed., with engravings; and a prefatory essay . and desird aloneBy kings who seek an arbitrary throne:Such were these guards ; as ready to have slainThe prince himself, allurd with greater gain :So was the charge performd with better will,By men inurd to blood, and exercisd in ill. Now tho the sullen sire had easd his mind,The pomp of his revenge was yet behind,A pomp prepard to grace the present he goblet rich with gems, and rough with gold,Of depth and breadth the precious pledge to cruel care he chose : the hollow partInclosd, the lid co
Fables from Boccacio and ChaucerNew ed., with engravings; and a prefatory essay . and desird aloneBy kings who seek an arbitrary throne:Such were these guards ; as ready to have slainThe prince himself, allurd with greater gain :So was the charge performd with better will,By men inurd to blood, and exercisd in ill. Now tho the sullen sire had easd his mind,The pomp of his revenge was yet behind,A pomp prepard to grace the present he goblet rich with gems, and rough with gold,Of depth and breadth the precious pledge to cruel care he chose : the hollow partInclosd, the lid conceald, the lovers heart:Then of his trusted mischiefs, one he bade him with these words the gift present :* Thy father sends thee this, to cheer thy breast,And glad thy sight with what thou lovst the best;As thou hast pleasd his eyes, and joyd his mind,With what he lovd the most of human kind. Ere this, the royal dame, who well had weighdThe consequence of what her sire had said,Fixd on her fate, against th expected hour,Procurd the means to have it in her powr: )\t?. aZ<^ji^Zd^?ll luiulimTublis-hcd iyCaicUScUayici- Stnuid Jutv. ISCj. •IGISMONDA AND GUISCARDO. Ill For this, she had distilld, with early care, The juice of suiiples, friendly to despair, A magazine of death ; and thus prepard, Secure to die, the fatal message heard ; Then smild severe; nor with a troubled look, Or trembling hand, the fuiiral present took; Evn kept her countenance, when the lid, removd, Disclosd the heart, unfortunately lovd : She needed not be told within whose breast It lodgd; the message had explaind the rest. Or not amazd, or hiding her surprise. She sternly on the bearer fixd her eyes ; Then thus : Tell Tancred, on his daughters part, The gold, tho precious, equals not the heart: But he did well to give his best; and I, Who wishd a worthier ura, forgive his poverty ! At this, she curbd a groan, that else had pausing, viewd the present in the tomb :Then to the heart ador
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