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The door being open'd, strait they found
The virgin stretch'd along :
Which her to death had stung.
One round her legs, her thighs, her wast,
Had twin'd his fatal wreath:
And stopt her gentle breath.
The snakes, being from her body thrust,
Their bellies were so fill’d,
Thus with their prey were kill’d.
JEALOUSY, TYRANT OF THE MIND.
This Song is by DRYDEN, being inserted in his TragiComedy of Love TRIUMPHANT, &c. - On account of the subject, it is inserted here,
HAT state of life can be so blest,
Tis all from thee,
O Jealousie !
All other ills, though sharp they prove,
To sett us free
False in thy glass all objects are,
In only thee,
The ladies are indebted for the following notable documents to the Pepys Collection, where the original is preserved in black-letter, and is intitled, "A Looking
glass for Ladies, or a Mirrour for Married Women. “Tune, Queen Dido, or Troy town.”
When Greeks and Trojans fell at strife,
And lards in armour bright were seen ;
About fair Hellen, beauty's queen;
When she this wofull news did hear,
That he would to the warrs of Troy;
At parting from her only joy:
Ulysses, with a heavy heart,
Unto her then did mildly say,
My honour calls me hence away;
Let me no longer live, she sayd,
Then to my lord I true remain; My honour shall not be betray'd
Until I see my love again; For I will ever constant prove, As is the loyal turtle-dove.
Thus did they part with heavy chear,
And to the ships his way he took ; Her tender eyes dropt many a tear ;
Still casting many a longing look: She saw him on the surges glide, And unto Neptune thus she cry'd :
Thou god, whose power is in the deep,
And rulest in the ocean main,
Till he return to me again :
Then straight the ships with nimble sails
Were all convey'd out of her sight: Her cruel fate she then bewails,
Since she had lost her hearts delight. Now shall my practice be, quoth she, True vertue and humility.