BONIVET

The day rose So cheerfully, as if it meant to gild With unaccustomed light, his sails swollen big As pregnant mother with the pleasing air Of victory. Sir, 'tis noble in you To acknowledge that as good, which might have been Your eminent ruin; stately buildings so Rise out of ancient structures which the rage Of eating time, or anger of the winds Had tottered from the ground works: you may prove As fairly happy in the Generals love, As in the honour which your name or Country Conferred on your desert. You cannot exceed His praises duty, since his worth contains Honours most several attributes. 'Tis such another Parrat, he relates Things by tradition, as dogs bark: his news Still marches in the rear, yet he relates it As confidently, as if each tale he tells, As to be straight inserted as and eight To the seven former wonders—But here comes one Will cut off the Fools Character: renowned General Do us the gracious honour to permit us Salute the hand has saved our Country. THanks good Adorni, we are much endeared To your relation; this rich corsick wine Erected our dull spirits, and you shall Command our service in as high and jocund A Nature. You have explained your knowledge, we who breath Only the air of Genoa, and never tasted Foreign behaviour, covet nothing more Than certain knowledge of it, as it's proper to Complexions intellectual to delight. In novelties; your Spaniard as you say, Is of a stayed, serious, and haughty garb: Acts all his words with shrugs and gestures, kisses His hand away in kindness, is of diet Sparing, will pick his teeth as formally After and Orange, or a clove of Garlic, which is his ordinary morsel, as he'd fed On Partridges or Pheasant. Add it to Your former courtesies, and express it. He would have just reason to be mad indeed then, but now The Mood is altered. Beauteous Cousin, Y'ave missed the quaintest sport; honest Adorni You would endear this Lady to you, would you Please to react it. I shall attend your Ladyship. Noble General, I come to gratulate the happy choice Y'ave made in fair Chrisea; she's a Lady, That though she were a stranger to my blood, My judgement would allow as rich a virtue As ever glorified the sex. How? perhaps because You are returned triumphant with your bays, Growing upon your brow, you do reject The love before you sued for, 'tis not noble So to abase a Lady, whose bright fame, Although untainted as a Crystal rock, Must pass a popular censure, if you, who Did with such earnestness pretend her match Should on the sudden scorn it. I must then tell you You do defame the opinion of that worth The world does credit in you: this affront, Should all her other friends fit idle gazers On her disgrace, should stir me to attempt And ample satisfaction from your heart, Though you had multitudes of greater glories Heaped on your head, or were defenced with legions To affright me from the adventure. All discourse is tedious to me, sure the world's abused With report of your valour, men who commit Affronts they dare not answer, use excuse In moderation of them, I expected I should have met and adversary of you, Of temper hight as lightning, and as bold As Lyons vexed with hunger, and I find you A tame dege nerate Coward: I've pulled untimely ruin on me, I'm hurt, I fear to mortal danger: Noble General, See me conducted to Lactantios house, There I shall get a Surgeon. And desire to be esteemed your servant. I S the news certain he is arrived?