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Dryden, John: Cymon and Iphigenia (detail)

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Cymon and Iphigenia (detail) (Angol)

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The Fool of Nature, stood with stupid Eyes  

And gaping Mouth, that testify’d Surprize,    

Fix’d on her Face, nor cou’d remove his Sight,         

New as he was to Love, and Novice in Delight:

Long mute he stood, and leaning on his Staff,          

His Wonder witness’d with an Ideot laugh;   

Then would have spoke, but by his glimmering Sense          

First found his want of Words, and fear’d Offence: 

Doubted for what he was he should be known,

By his Clown-Accent and his Country-Tone.

  Through the rude Chaos thus the running Light      

Shot the first Ray that pierc’d the Native Night:        

Then Day and Darkness in the Mass were mix’d,     

Till gather’d in a Globe, the Beams were fix’d:

Last shon the Sun who, radiant in his Sphere

Illumin’d Heav’n, and Earth, and rowl’d around the Year.   

So Reason in this Brutal Soul began: 

Love made him first suspect he was a Man;  

Love made him doubt his broad barbarian Sound;

By Love his want of Words and Wit he found;         

That sense of want prepar’d the future way  

To Knowledge, and disclos’d the promise of a Day. 

  What not his Father’s Care, nor Tutor’s Art 

Cou’d plant with Pains in his unpolish’d Heart,

The best Instructor Love at once inspir’d,     

As barren Grounds to Fruitfulness are fir’d;  

Love taught him Shame, and Shame with Love at Strife       

Soon taught the sweet Civilities of Life.



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