Sir Guyon was not safer in Phædria's “gondelay bedecked trim” than
thou art on “this wide inland sea,” in my ship
That knows her port and thither sails by aim;
Ne care, ne fear I how the wind do blow;
Or whether swift I wend, or whether slow,
Both slow and swift alike do serve my turn.[3]
My turn is served for the present, and yours also. The question who
was Mrs. Dove? propounded for future solution in the second Chapter
P. I., and for immediate consideration at the conclusion of the 71st
Chapter and the beginning of the 72nd, has been sufficiently answered.
You have been made acquainted with her birth, parentage and education;
and you may rest assured that if the Doctor had set out upon a tour,
like Cœlebs, in search of a wife, he could never have found one who
would in all respects have suited him better. What Shakespeare says of
the Dauphin and the Lady Blanch might seem to have been said with a
second sight of this union:
Such as she is
Is this our Doctor, every way complete;
If not complete, O say, he is not she:
And she again wants nothing, to name want,
If want it be not, that she is not he.
He is the half part of a blessed man,
Left to be finished by such a she;
And she a fair divided excellence
Whose fulness of perfection lies in him.
[Footnote 2: QUARLES: _mutatis mutandis_.]
[Footnote 3: SPENSER.]
You would wish me perhaps to describe her person. Sixty years had
“written their defeatures in her face” before I became acquainted with
her; yet by what those years had left methinks I could conceive what
she had been in her youth. Go to your looking glasses, young
ladies,—and you will not be so well able to imagine by what you see
there, how you will look when you shall have shaken hands with
Threescore.
One of the Elizabethan minor-poets, speaking of an ideal beauty says,
Into a slumber then I fell,
When fond Imagination
Seemed to see, but could not tell,
Her feature, or her fashion.
But even as babes in dreams do smile,
And sometimes fall a weeping,
So I awaked, as wise this while,
As when I fell a-sleeping.
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