Into this foul and fearful place, The fair one innocent Was cast, before her lady's face; Her malice to content. 65 This maid no sooner enter'd is, But strait, alas! she hears 70 The toads to croak, and snakes to hiss: Again he to his lady hies With all the haste he may: She into furious passion flies, Still back again does he return To hear her tender cries; The virgin now had ceas'd to mourn; 85 In grief, and horror, and affright, He listens at the walls; But finding all was silent quite, He to his lady calls. 100 Too sure, O lady, now quoth he, Your cruelty hath sped; I fear the virgin's dead. She starts to hear her sudden fate, And does with torches run: But all her haste was now too late, For death his worst had done. Make hast, for shame, and come and see; 105 The door being open'd, strait they found 110 Two dreadful snakes had wrapt her round, One round her legs, her thighs, her wast, Had twined his fatal wreath: The other close her neck embrac'd, 115 And stopt her gentle breath. The snakes, being from her body thrust, That with excess of blood they burst, IX. Jealousy, Tyrant of the Wind. THIS song is by Dryden, being inserted in his TragiComedy of Love Triumphant, &c. On account of the subject, it is inserted here. WHAT state of life can be so blest, O Jealousie! Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind. All other ills, though sharp they prove, 5 10 In absence, or unkind disdaine, Sweet hope relieves the lovers paine: But, oh, no cure but death we find To sett us free From jealousie, Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind. False in thy glass all objects are, 15 Some sett too near, and some too far; The fire that burns, and gives no light. 20 O Jealousie! Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind. X. Constant Penelope. 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, Did leave his dear Penelope. When she this wofull news did hear, That he would to the warrs of Troy; For grief she shed full many a tear, At parting from her only joy: Ulysses, with a heavy heart, Let me no longer live, she sayd, 10 15 20 Thus did they part with heavy chear, 25 Still casting many a longing look: She saw him on the surges glide, And unto Neptune thus she cry'd: 30 Thou god, whose power is in the deep, Since she had lost her hearts delight. 40 Now shall my practice be, quoth she, |