nd she is resoul'd
In deathes bleake azure armes to be inuoul'd.
Fates, you are women, saue your modesties:
sheele kill her selfe, you neede but close her eies.

And like as when some suddaine extasie,
seisth the nature of a sicklie man,
When hee's discernd to swoune, straite by and by
folke by his helpe confusedly haue ran,
And seeking with their art to fetch him backe:
so many throng, that he the ayre doth lacke,
so _Mirrha's_ thoughts confusedly did stound her.
some adding c[=o]fort, whilst the rest confound her.

Like to a fountaines head, so shew'd her head,
from whence since passion first tooke hold of hir
Two springs did run thorow each flowr-fil'd mead
& at her lips staid, where shee wisht _Cynir_
Would so haue done: her face with teares run ore,
Like _Hebaes_ Nectar shew'd, spilt on heauens flore.
or as the blomes in May the dewe drops beares,
so _Mirrha's_ cheeks look'd sprinkl'd with her tears.

Her haire, that with such diligence was vsde
To be kemb'd vp & did like clowdes appeare;
Where many spangles, star-like were infus'd,
To attend the lustre of so bright a haire,
Whose beames like bright _Arachnes_ web c[=o]posed
Taught _Pallas_ a new enuie, now vnlosed,
hiding her face, yet making it seeme rarer,
as blazing Commets traine makes the star fairer.

Dispaire that teacheth holy ones to die,
when as affliction ministers her part:
Had breathing now in Mirrha, and well nie,
Like Venus, made her graspe a flaming heart.
Cupid was borne at Etna, a hot sprite,
Whose violence takes edge off from delight.
For men deepe louing, oft themselues so waste,
that proffer'd dainties, they want power to taste.

Digresse no farther least thou proue obsceane,
but tell by this how Nurse had broke the dore,
And trembling both through age and feare,
Forgot the naturall sence she had before
Yet with her out-cries from the shades of death,
cald Mirrhas spright, who with vnwilling breath
re-enters flesh, scorning to giue it grace,
with wonted beautie that adorn'd her face.

She tooke the haltar, and held vp her chin,
chafing her temples with a violent heate:
Making her soule returne with torments in,
as it went out, being come vnto retrait,
Nurse heau'd her trembling body on the bed,
Where sinking as in graue, she seemed dead:
Chast had my verse bin, blessed Mirrhas