She starts to hear her fudden fate,

And does with torches run:

But all her hafte was now too late,
For death his worst had done.

The door being open'd ftrait they found
The virgin ftretch'd along :

Two dreadful fnakes had wrapt her round,
Which her to death had stung.

One round her legs, her thighs, her wast
Had twin'd his fatal wreath :
The other close her neck embrac❜d,

And stopt her gentle breath.

The fnakes, being from her body thruft,
Their bellies were fo fill'd,

That with excefs of blood they burst,

Thus with their prey were kill'd.

The wicked lady at this fight,

With horror ftrait ran mad; So raving dy'd, as was most right, 'Cause the no pity had.

Let me advise you, ladies all,

Of jealousy beware:

It caufeth many a one to fall,
And is the devil's fnare.

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IX. JEALOUSY

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JEALOUSY TYRANT OF THE MIND. This Song is by DRYDEN, being inferted in his Tragi Comedy of LOVE TRIUMPHANT, &c.—On account of the Subject it is inferted here.

HAT ftate of life can be fo bleft,

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As love that warms the gentle breft;

Two fouls in one; the fame defire
To grant the blifs, and to require?
If in this heaven a hell we find,
Tis all from thee,

O Jealoufie!

Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind.

All other ills, though fharp they prove,
Serve to refine and perfect love :
In abfence, or unkind difdaine,
Sweet hope relieves the lovers paine :
But, oh, no cure but death we find

To fett us free

From jealoufie,

Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind.

Falfe in thy glafs all objects are,

Some fett too near, and fome too far:
Thou art the fire of endless night,

The fire that burns, and gives no light.
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All torments of the damn'd we find

In only thee,

O Jealousie ;

Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind.

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CONSTANT PENELOPE.

The ladies are indebted for the following notable documents to the Pepys collection, where the original is preferved in black-letter, and is intitled, "A looking-glafs for ladies, or 66 a mirrour for married women. Tune Queen Dido, or "Troy town."

7HEN Greeks and Trojans fell at ftrife,

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And lords in armour bright were feen; When many a gallant loft his life

About fair Hellen, beauty's queen;

Ulyffes, general fo free,

Did leave his dear Penelope.

When the this wofull news did hear,
That he would to the warrs of Troy;

For grief fhe fhed full many a tear,

At parting from her only joy;
Her ladies all about her came,

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this Grecian dame.

Ulyffes,

Let me no longer live, fhe fayd,
Then to my lord I true remain ;

My honour shall not be betray'd

Until I fee my love again; For I will ever constant prove, As is the loyal turtle-dove.

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Thus did they part with heavy chear,
And to the ships his way he took;

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Her tender eyes dropt many a tear;

Still cafting many a longing look:

She faw him on the furges glide,

And unto Neptune thus fhe cry'd:

Thou god, whose power is in the deep,

And rulest in the ocean main,

My loving lord in safety keep

Till he return to me again:

That I his perfon may behold,

To me more precious far than gold.

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Then ftraight the fhips with nimble fails.
Were all convey'd out of her fight:
Her cruel fate she then bewails,

Since he had loft her hearts delight.
Now fhall my practice be, quoth she,
True vertue and humility.

My patience I will put in are,
My charity I will extend;

Since for my woe there is no cure,

The helpless now I will befriend:
The widow and the fatherless
I will relieve, when in diftrefs.

Thus fhe continued year by year

In doing good to every one;

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'Mongst Trojans hazarding his life: Young gallants, hearing of her name,

Came flocking for to tempt his wife:
For fhe was lovely, young, and fair,
No lady might with her compare.

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