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“ Weak Lyre ! thy virtue sure
To cure, but not to wound,
Too weak too wilt thou prove
My passion to remove, Physic to other ills, thou'rt Nourishment to Love.
Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre!
In sounds that will prevail ;
All thy vain mirth lay by,
Bid thy strings silent lie, Sleep, sleep again, my Lyre! and let thy master die.
“ She heard all this, and the prevailing sound
blame. The senseless rules which first false honour taught, And into laws the tyrant custom brought Which women's pride and folly did invent, Their lovers and themselves too to torment, Made her next day a grave displeasure fain, And all her words, and all her looks, constrain Before the trembling youth; who, when he saw His vital light her wonted beams withdraw, He cursed his voice, his fingers, and his lyre, He cursed his too bold tongue, and bold desire ; In vain he cursed the last, for that still grew; From all things food its strong complexion drew:
His joy and hope their cheerful motions ceased,
o'ercame The formal decencies of virgin-shame. She first with all her heart forgave the past, Heard David tell his flames, and told her own at
last. Lo here the happy point of prosperous love! Which even enjoyment seldom can improve. Themselves agreed, which scarce could fail alone; All Israel's wish concurrent with their own; A brother's powerful aid firm to the side ; By solemn vow the king and father tied: All jealous fears, all nice disguises, pass'd, All that in less ripe love offends the taste; In either's breast their souls both meet and wed, Their heart the nuptial temple and the bed. And, though the grosser cates were yet not dress’d, By which their bodies must supply this feast, Bold hopes prevent slow pleasure's lingering birth, As saints, assured of heaven, enjoy 't on earth. All this the king observed; and well he saw What scandal, and what danger, it might draw To'oppose this just and popular match; but meant To'out-malice all refusals by consent.
He meant the poisonous grant should mortal prove;
“Your valour, David, and high worth, said he,
did Forbid it, God! we like those kings should prove, Who fear the virtues which they're bound to love. Your piety does that tender point secure, Nor will my acts such humble thoughts endure: Your nearness to 't rather supports the crown, And the honours given to you increase our own. All that we can we'll give; 'tis our intent, Both as a guard and as an ornament, [prove, To place thee next ourselves; Heaven does apAnd my son's friendship, and my daughter's love, Guide fatally, methinks, my willing choice; I see, methinks, Heaven in 't, and I rejoice. Blush not, my son! that Michal's love I name, Nor need she blush to hear it; 'tis no shame Nor secret now; fame does it loudly tell, And all men but thy rivals like it well. If Merab's choice could have comply'd with mine, Merab, my elder comfort, had been thine: And hers, at last, should have with mine comply'd, Had I not thine and Michal's heart descry’d. Take whom thou lovest, and who loves thee; the last And dearest present made me by the chaste Ahinoam; and, unless she me deceive, When I to Jonathan my crown shall leave, "Twill be a smaller gift.
If I thy generous thoughts may undertake
“ Thus spoke the king: the happy youth bow'd
Modest and graceful his great joy did show;
(As sure it has) e'er touch'd your princely breast,
“ Towards Gath he went, and in one month (šo
“On a large gentle hill crown'd with tall wood, Near where the regal Gabaah proudly stood, A tent was pitch'd, of green wrought damask made, And seem'd but the fresh forest's natural shade; Various and vast within, on pillars borne Of Shittim-wood, that usefully adorn. Hither, to grace the nuptial feast, does Saul Of the twelve tribes the elders and captains call: And all around the idle, busy crowd With shouts and blessings tell their joy aloud. Lo! the press breaks, and from their several homes In decent pride the bride and bridegroom comes.