se she will in gentle manner yeeld,
she would to morrow shew how in a heat
She would haue made away her desperate life,
and she must tell the man that forc'd that strife
within her brest through feare she thus did frame
and made her toung the trumpet of her shame.

Her voyce halfe stopt with sighes (O fatal voice)
pronounc'd these words, yet did the acc[=e]ts faile:
How blessed is my mother in her choise,
How fully she with nature did preuaile.
This said, her blushing face sinkes in her shroud
like _Cinthia_ muffel'd in an enuious cloud.
When loe, the dying taper in his toombe,
gaue darknes to it selfe and to the roome.

Now had she time to waile, and well she might,
Guiltie of sorrow, there might you haue seene:
As glow wormes adde a tincture to the night,
Glimmering in pallid fire, vppon some greene,
mixt with the dew, so did her eyes appeare,
Each goulden glance ioyn'd with a dewy teare,
oft shut her eyes, like starres that portend ill,
with bloody deluge, they their orbes did fill.

The Nurse amated with the latter wordes,
whose aged haires stood vp like siluer wire:
Knew speech was vaine, where will the scope affords
& whispering softly, saies childe thy desire
Ile put into thy armes, sleepe, seize thy head,
Tis now nights no one, all but the stars seem dead,
Our vanities like fire-works will ascend,
Vntil they breake, vncertaine where to end.

Neuer did mortall with a vicious thought,
wish to bring vices Embrion to aforme:
But still the prince of darknesse to them brought
occasions fore-locke, which they off have torne.
Sin like a Cedar shadowes all our good:
Whilst vertues bounded like a narrow flood.
As see now, how the occasion of misfortune;
Mirrha's much abus'd-mother did importune.

Now came the time, of _Ceres_ sacred rite,
and Misteries, when all wives young and olde
Cloathed in vailes, all of transparent white,
Kneele to her, and to the Attick priest vnfolde,
The firstlings of the fiel'd wreath'd gilded corne,
Chaplets of dill, pluckt in a blushing morne,
And many such, nor may they husbands see,
In nine daies, till they end their misterie.

Now nurse was double diligent, watching her time
and told old _Cynitas_ a louely maide
Sigh'd for him: and still with cupps of wine
betwixt each word his pallat she assaide.
Heated with wines, he bad t