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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 06</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXXI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'O spotless virgin,' Honor thus began,<br>'That my true lore observed firmly hast,<br>When with thy foes thou didst in bondage won,<br>Remember then I kept thee pure and chaste,<br>At liberty now, where wouldest thou run,<br>To lay that field of princely virtue waste,<br>Or lost that jewel ladies hold so dear?<br>Is maidenhood so great a load to bear?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXXII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Or deem'st thou it a praise of little prize,<br>The glorious title of a virgin's name?<br>That thou will gad by night in giglot wise,<br>Amid thine armed foes, to seek thy shame.<br>O fool, a woman conquers when she flies,<br>Refusal kindleth, proffers quench the flame.<br>Thy lord will judge thou sinnest beyond measure,<br>If vainly thus thou waste so rich a treasure.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXXIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sly deceiver Cupid thus beguiled<br>The simple damsel, with his filed tongue:<br>'Thou wert not born,' quoth he, 'in desert wild<br>The cruel bears and savage beasts among,<br>That you shouldest scorn fair Citherea's child,<br>Or hate those pleasures that to youth belong,<br>Nor did the gods thy heart of iron frame;<br>To be in love is neither sin nor shame.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXXIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Go then, go, whither sweet desire inviteth,<br>How can thy gentle knight so cruel be?<br>Love in his heart thy grief and sorrows writeth,<br>For thy laments how he complaineth, see.<br>Oh cruel woman, whom no care exciteth<br>To save his life, that saved and honored thee!<br>He languished, one foot thou wilt not move<br>To succor him, yet say'st thou art in love.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXXV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'No, no, stay here Argantes' wounds to cure,<br>And make him strong to shed thy darling's blood,<br>Of such reward he may himself assure,<br>That doth a thankless woman so much good:<br>Ah, may it be thy patience can endure<br>To see the strength of this Circassian wood,<br>And not with horror and amazement shrink,<br>When on their future fight thou hap'st to think?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXXVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Besides the thanks and praises for the deed,<br>Suppose what joy, what comfort shalt thou win,<br>When thy soft hand doth wholesome plaisters speed,<br>Upon the breaches in his ivory skin,<br>Thence to thy dearest lord may health succeed,<br>Strength to his limbs, blood to his cheeks so thin,<br>And his rare beauties, now half dead and more,<br>Thou may'st to him, him to thyself restore.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXXVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'So shall some part of his adventures bold<br>And valiant acts henceforth be held as thine;<br>His dear embracements shall thee straight enfold,<br>Together joined in marriage rites divine:<br>Lastly high place of honor shalt thou hold<br>Among the matrons sage and dames Latine,<br>In Italy, a land, as each one tells,<br>Where valor true, and true religion dwells.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXXVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With such vain hopes the silly maid abused,<br>Promised herself mountains and hills of gold;<br>Yet were her thoughts with doubts and fears confused<br>How to escape unseen out of that hold,<br>Because the watchman every minute used<br>To guard the walls against the Christians bold,<br>And in such fury and such heat of war,<br>The gates or seld or never opened are.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXXIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With strong Clorinda was Erminia sweet<br>In surest links of dearest friendship bound,<br>With her she used the rising sun to greet,<br>And her, when Phoebus glided under ground,<br>She made the lovely partner of her sheet;<br>In both their hearts one will, one thought was found;<br>Nor aught she hid from that virago bold,<br>Except her love, that tale to none she told.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXXX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That kept she secret, if Clorinda heard<br>Her make complaints, or secretly lament,<br>To other cause her sorrow she referred:<br>Matter enough she had of discontent,<br>Like as the bird that having close imbarred<br>Her tender young ones in the springing bent,<br>To draw the searcher further from her nest,<br>Cries and complains most where she needeth least.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXXXI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Alone, within her chamber's secret part,<br>Sitting one day upon her heavy thought,<br>Devising by what means, what sleight, what art,<br>Her close departure should be safest wrought,<br>Assembled in her unresolved heart<br>An hundred passions strove and ceaseless fought;<br>At last she saw high hanging on the wall<br>Clorinda's silver arms, and sighed withal:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXXXII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And sighing, softly to herself she said,<br>'How blessed is this virgin in her might?<br>How I envy the glory of the maid,<br>Yet envy not her shape, or beauty's light;<br>Her steps are not with trailing garments stayed,<br>Nor chambers hide her valor shining bright;<br>But armed she rides, and breaketh sword and spear,<br>Nor is her strength restrained by shame or fear.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXXXIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Alas, why did not Heaven these members frail<br>With lively force and vigor strengthen so<br>That I this silken gown and slender veil<br>Might for a breastplate and an helm forego?<br>Then should not heat, nor cold, nor rain, nor hail,<br>Nor storms that fall, nor blustering winds that blow<br>Withhold me, but I would both day and night,<br>In pitched field, or private combat fight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXXXIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531512" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Nor haddest thou, Argantes, first begun<br>With my dear lord that fierce and cruel fight,<br>But I to that encounter would have run,<br>And haply ta'en him captive by my might;<br>Yet should he find, our furious combat done,<br>His thraldom easy, and his bondage light;<br>For fetters, mine embracements should he prove;<br>For diet, kisses sweet; for keeper, love.</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>