Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. II. The Seventeenth Century: Ben Jonson to Dryden
Sir William Davenant (16061668)Extract from Gondibert
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Which had its beauty hid by envious night,
Whose cypress curtain, drawn before the sun,
Seemed to perform the obsequies of light.
For they discerned their passage through a gate,
Whose height and space showed ancient ornament,
And ancients there in careful office sate.
Such numerous burdens as were thither brought
From distant regions, to their learned lord,
On which his chymics and distillers wrought.
When they observe a quiet sullenness
And bloody marks in such a civil train,
Which showed at once their worth and their distress.
Whom to this house long neighbourhood endeared;
Approaching torches perfected their view,
And taught the way till Astragon appeared.
The visit’s cause by whispers he received,
Which first he hoped was meant him as a grace,
But being known, with manly silence grieved.
The Duke he to his own apartment led;
To each distinct retirement did direct,
And all the wounded he ordained to bed.
More to enable fleeting strength to stay,
To wounds well-searched he cleansing wines applied,
And so prepared his ripening balsam’s way.
To warriors, as in use, in form decreed,
For, through the leaves, transparent wounds are shown,
And rudely touched, the golden flower doth bleed.
Which grows, to show that it for sleep is good,
Near sleep’s abode in the soft murmuring brook,
This cools, the yellow flower restrains the blood.
This learned host dispensed to every guest,
Which shuts those wounds where injured lovers weep,
And flies oppressors to relieve the opprest.
It stills the seaman though the storm be high,
Frees the grieved captive in his closest chains,
Stops Want’s loud mouth, and blinds the treacherous spy.