: Leatherface: A Tale of Old Flanders by Orczy Emmuska Orczy Baroness - Flanders History Fiction

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y are, they're hell to me--, Would Jove I had the Heliostrophio fair, To touch all maids, or, if not all, yet thee: Or had been born under the Scorpion's head, 3610 With amulets t' have struck thy beauty dead.

Ah! faithless Polupists, that thus can change Into an hundred thousand shapes your minds! Phoebe to you is constant; tides do range, Yet back return; more settled are the winds-- Mere Pompholyx which with each breath does stray. Your loves catch feathers too, and fly away.

Sometimes a fit of sullens seals your jaws, In contemplation big , And then again, as if your tongues made laws, 3620 You weary time with your eternal chat. Ah Mantuan! thy pen is not a liar, Although thy habit says thou wert a friar.

Erstwhile a sober nun Bellama was, Then a Lucretia, at another gale I know not what, a straggling country lass, A quinque-lettered, 'haps, which set to sale, Now, none more willing unto love than she, And now more further off from love or me.

Quoth she, 'Unworthy of a conquest's he That for a cannon's roar his ensigns veils: Unworthy of a rose or rosy glee 3650 Is he, whose courage at her javelins fails: They're feeble amorists that for a "fie!" Run from their colours, and in silence lie.

'Tis our prerogative to have entreat With every phrase that flatt'ry does enhance, To win our loves, though every stroke they beat, Our hearts beat Cupid's march, tune Venus' dance. In their desires they never yet did perish Which feed our humours, and our passions cherish.

To prove the truth of thy affections, I 3660 Shot forth that language, headed with disdain. My heart is thine which, till death close mine eye With steely thumb, thy bosom shall retain. Caesar's proud nod shall not command that bliss Whose sweets are promised by this melting kiss.'

'Ha!' quoth Albino, 'dare I trust mine ears With this blest air? And am I sure I wake? Or is 't a dream which wakeneth into tears? 'Tis truth: then crawl hence, Furies, toad, and snake! The earth her mines, sea vomit shall their pearl, 3670 Ere I leave her, who for me left an earl.'

Then sate they dallying in a shady bow'r, Where maples, ash, and thorn did them embrace: Whilst her enliv'ning breath produced each flow'r In curious knots to damask o'er the place. Oh! who would not his soul and substance tenter, To be circumference to such a centre?

Now have our amorists attained the height Of true content; and sate like billing doves. She tells her quest, he his monastic flight, 3680 Whilst both recount their passions, fears, and loves, Till Titans hasting to moist Thetis' arms Bade them provide against his sister's harms.

Then, joining heart and hand with easy pace, They travelled to a pague adjoining near Where in a straw-thatched roof they entertain?d were, And what fine cates old Kath'rine could afford, Was served in state unto an aged board.

Their table with rich damask cloths was spread, 3690 Whose every twist outvied the double cable, The napkins diaper, of equal thread, The mourning trenchers cloth?d were in sable. A curious salt cut out o' th' boulder stone-- And for their plate--sincerely there was none.

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