Th' Historian to the Story fit:
As you from all Old Errors free
And purge the Body of Philosophy;
So from all Modern Follies He
Has vindicated Eloquence and Wit. 175 His candid Stile like a clean Stream does slide,
And his bright Fancy all the way
Does like the Sun-shine in it play;
It does like Thames, the best of Rivers, glide,
Where the God does not rudely overturn, 180 But gently pour the Crystal Urn,
And with judicious hand does the whole Current Guide.
'T has all the Beauties Nature can impart,
And all the comely Dress without the paint of Art.
The House of Astragon; where in distress
Of Nature, Gondibert for Art's redress
Was by old Ulfin brought: where Art's hard strife,
In studying Nature for the aid of Life,
Is by full wealth and conduct easie made;
And Truth much visited, though in her shade.
FROM Brescia swiftly o're the bord'ring Plain,
Return we to the House of Astragon;
Where Gondibert, and his successful Train,
Kindly lament the Victory they won.
But though I Fame's great Book shall open now,
Expect a while, till she that Decad reads,
Which does this Dukes eternal Story show,
And aged Ulfin cites for special deeds.
Where Friendship is renown'd in Ulfinore;
Where th' ancient musick of delightful verse, 10