hap,
if here my pen could write thy Epitaph.

When hauing gotten ope her heauie eyes,
life-mocking death, with a fresh crimson hew,
she thus bespake: if there be sorceries,
Philters, inchauntments, any furie new
That can inspire with irrelegious fire,
The brest of mortall, that vntam'd desire
Possesseth me, and all my bodies merrit,
Shewes like a faire house, haunted with a spirit.

The foure and twentie windes are not so fierce,
as what doth blow the fewel in my breast:
Not the soft oyle, _Apollo_ did disperse,
on _Phaitons_ brow, to keep his sun-beam'd crest
From face of heauenly fires, could ought preuaile
Gainst raging br[=a]ds which my poore heart assaile
scorch'd with materiall flames, wee soone do die
and to purge sins, we imbrace purgatorie.

But this a heate that nor in life or death,
can render any humor but dispaire:
Nor can it with the short cut of my breath,
Take hence my shame, that shall suruiue mine heire
Nor can the act (after tis done) content
But brings with it eternall punishment,
lesseneth the pleasure of the world to come,
giues the iudge leaue, & strikes the guiltie dumb.

The iealious nurse, did apprehend her straite,
yet would extract the quintessence of all:
And therefore childe (quoth she) vse no deceipt,
but tel me freely whence these teares doe fall
I am thy nurse, and from my aged brest
Thou hadst thy second being, tell the rest.
I doe coniure thee, by these siluer haires,
which are grown white, the sooner in their cares.

If any orped witch of _Thessalie_,
haue powre vpon thee, gentle-girle relate:
Or if thou haue prophan'd some dietie,
wee shall some misticke fires propogate.
To attone with them or if with barbarous hand
devoy'd of thy first chastitie thou stand;
Vnfold to me; griefes vttered finde redresse:
fires vndescern'd burn the more pittilesse.

Or if the sunne of bewtie shoote at thee
his fiery shafts, O tell me and the rather,
Because thy confidence shal answer'd be,
With this my childe Ile hide it from thy father
As doth a dying man hold fast what so he grasps
so she her feruent armes bout her Nurse claspes
and nuzzels once more twixt those dugs her face
whilst ore those Ilands flow salt teares apace.

That word of father was like _Persey's_ shield,
to make the poore maid stone, now nurse doth threat
Vnles