The snakes being from her body thrust, The wicked lady, at this sight, With horror strait ran mad; So raving dy'd, as was most right, Let me advise you, ladies all, It causeth many a one to fall, 120 125 IX. Jealousy, Tyrant of the Mind. This song is by Dryden, being inserted in his Tragi-Comedy of Love WHAT state of life can be so blest, 'Tis all from thee, O Jealousie! 5 Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind. All other ills, though sharp they prove, 10 In absence or unkind disdaine, Sweet hope relieves the lovers paine. But, oh, no cure but death we find From Jealousie, 15 Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind. The ladies are indebted for the following notable documents to the Pepys collection, where the original is preserved in black-letter, and is entitled, "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 lords in armour bright were seen, "Thou god, whose power is in the deep And rulest in the ocean main, Since she had lost her heart's delight. 40 "Now shall my practice be," quoth she, The spiders, that on rafters twine, Scarce spin a thread more soft and fine. Sometimes she would bewail the loss Her fortune on the waves to prove. "I fear my lord is slain," quoth she, "He stays so from Penelope." At length the ten years siege of Troy To see the towers to ashes turn'd; 95 O blame her not if she was glad When she her lord again had seen. "Thrice-welcome home, my dear," she said, To Lucasta, on going to the Wars. By Colonel Richard Lovelace: from the volume of his poems, entitled Lucasta, Lond. 1649, 12m. The elegance of this writer's manner would be more admired if it had somewhat more of simplicity. TELL me not, sweet, I am unkinde, That from the nunnerie Of thy chaste brest and quiet minde, True, a new mistresse now I chase, 5 |