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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jerusalem Delivered - Book 04 - part 03</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXXIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus passed she, praised, wished, and wondered at,<br>Among the troops who there encamped lay,<br>She smiled for, but well dissembled that,<br>Her greedy eye chose out her wished prey;<br>On all her gestures seeming sat,<br>Toward the imperial tent she asked the way:<br>With that she met a bold and lovesome knight,<br>Lord Godfrey's youngest brother, Eustace hight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXXIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This was the fowl that first fell in the snare,<br>He her fair, and hoped to find her kind;<br>The throne of Cupid had an easy stair,<br>His bark is fit to sail with every wind,<br>The breach he makes no can repair:<br>With reverence meet the baron low inclined,<br>And thus his purpose to the virgin told,<br>For youth, use, nature, all had made him bold.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXXV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Lady, if thee beseem a stile so low,<br>In whose sweet looks such sacred beauty shine, -<br>For never yet did Heaven such grace bestow<br>On any daughter born of Adam's line -<br>Thy name let us, though far unworthy, ,<br>Unfold thy will, and whence thou art in fine,<br>Lest my audacious boldness learn too late<br>What honors due become thy high estate.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXXVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Sir Knight,' quoth she, 'your praises reach too high<br>Above her merit you commenden so,<br>A hapless maid, both born to die<br>And dead to, that live in care and woe,<br>A virgin helpless, fugitive pardie,<br>My native soil and kingdom thus forego<br>To seek Duke Godfrey's aid, such store men tell<br>Of ruth doth in his bosom dwell.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXXVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Conduct me then that mighty duke before,<br>If you be courteous, sir, as well you seem.'<br>'Content,' quoth he, 'since of one womb ybore,<br>We brothers are, your fortune esteem<br>To encounter me whose word prevaileth more<br>In Godfrey's than you haply deem:<br>Mine aid I grant, and his I promise too,<br>All that his sceptre, or my sword, can do.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXXVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He led her easily forth when this was said,<br>Where Godfrey sat among his lords and peers,<br>She reverence did, then blushed, as one dismayed<br>To speak, for secret wants and inward,<br>It seemed a bashful shame her speeches stayed,<br>At last the courteous duke her gently cheers;<br>Silence was made, and she began her tale,<br>They sit to, thus sung this nightingale:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XXXIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Victorious prince, whose honorable name<br>Is held so great among our Pagan kings,<br>That to those lands thou dost by conquest tame<br>That thou hast won them some content it brings;<br>Well to all is thy immortal fame,<br>The earth, thy worth, thy foe, thy praises sings,<br>And Paynims wronged come to seek thine aid,<br>So doth thy, so thy power persuade.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XL</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'And I though bred in Macon's heathenish lore,<br>Which thou oppressest with thy puissant might,<br>Yet trust thou wilt an helpless maid restore,<br>And repossess her in her father's right:<br>Others in their distress do aid implore<br>Of kin and friends; but I in this sad plight<br>Invoke thy, my kingdom to invade,<br>So doth thy, so my need persuade.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'In thee I hope, thy succors I invoke,<br>To win the crown whence dispossest;<br>For like renown awaiteth on the stroke<br>To cast the haughty down or raise the opprest;<br>Nor greater glory brings a sceptre broke,<br>Than doth deliverance of a maid distrest;<br>And since thou canst at will perform the thing,<br>More is thy praise to make, than kill a king.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'But if thou would'st thy succors due excuse,<br>Because in Christ I have no hope nor trust,<br>Ah yet for virtue's sake, thy use!<br>Who scorneth gold because it lies in dust?<br>Be witness Heaven, if thou to grant refuse,<br>Thou dost forsake a maid in cause most just,<br>And for thou shalt at large my fortunes,<br>I will my wrongs and their great treasons show.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Prince Arbilan that reigned in his life<br>On fair Damascus, was my sire,<br>Born of mean race he was, yet got to wife<br>The Queen Chariclia, such was the fire<br>Of her hot love, but soon the fatal knife<br>Had cut the thread that kept their entire,<br>For so mishap her cruel lot had cast,<br>My birth, her death; my first day, was her last.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'And ere five years were fully come and gone<br>Since his dear spouse to hasty death did yield,<br>My father also died, consumed with moan,<br>And sought his love amid the Elysian fields,<br>His crown and me, poor orphan, left,<br>Mine uncle governed in my tender eild;<br>For well he, if mortal men have,<br>In brother's breast love his mansion hath.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'He took the charge of me and of the crown,<br>And with kind shows of love so brought to pass<br>That through Damascus great report was blown<br>How, how just, how kind mine uncle was;<br>Whether he kept his wicked unknown<br>And hid the serpent in the flowering grass,<br>On that did in his bosom won,<br>Because he meant to match me with his son.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Which son, within short while, did undertake<br>Degree of knighthood, as beseemed him well,<br>Yet never durst he for his lady's sake<br>Break sword or lance, advance in lofty sell;<br>As fair he was, as Citherea's make,<br>As proud as he that signoriseth hell,<br>In fashions wayward, and in love unkind,<br>For Cupid deigns not wound a currish.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'This paragon should Queen Armida wed,<br>A swain to be a princess' fere,<br>A lovely partner of a lady's bed,<br>A head a golden crown to wear:<br>His glosing sire his errand daily said,<br>And sugared speeches whispered in mine ear<br>To make me take this darling in mine arms,<br>But still the adder stopt her ears from charms.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'At last he left me with a troubled grace,<br>Through which transparent was his inward spite,<br>I read the story in his face<br>Of these mishaps that on me since have light,<br>Since that foul haunt my resting-place,<br>And ghastly visions break any sleep by night,<br>Grief, horror, my fainting did kill,<br>For so my foreshowed my coming ill.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Torquato+Tasso">Torquato Tasso</a></strong></div>