She sin'd, and knew her father she abused,
I sin'd, uncertaine who it was I vsed.

By this the Sunne neere past the Zodiaque ore,
And thrice three signes had fully ouer-run,
Returning tow'rd the point he was before,
Ninty degrees wanting thereto to come,
He had the Cliptike and one quadre gone,
And in that space the child ripes in the womb.

When _Myrha_ weeping much her barne to beare,
Tired with wandring in the wood so long,
Weary of life beginneth for to feare
What shall hereafter on herselfe become.
Now she perceiues the folly lust did bring,
And may take time of penitence to sing.

Things done in haste, haue leasure to repent,
A hasty braine is neuer wanting woe,
Youth with _Decorum_ seldome is content,
Yong yeares and lust associat-like do goe,
Youth hath no wit till it be deerely bought,
And often times then it is good for nought.

Alasse! quoth _Myrha_, bursting out with cryes,
What shall I do that haue so vilely erred?
Let bellowing grones pierce vp into the skyes,
That all the Gods to pitty may be stirred,
O let some Trumpets voice from thee be driuen
To waken mighty _Iupiter_ in heauen.

You gentle Gods, that wonted were to heare
The suppliant praiers of distressed soules,
Now open wide your gracious listning eare,
That I may win some pitty with my houles.
O let it stand with your omnipotence,
For to remit the sorrowfuls offence.

I do confesse my wickednesse is much,
And there's no hope that I should fauour win.
Yet your still-pardoning clemency is such,
That vndeserued you forgiue our sin,
We run in errors every day most ill,
Yet you are apt to grant vs pardon still.

What haue I gain'd? my fathers foule disgrace,
My owne dishonor, and my friends disdaine;
What have I won? an imputation base,
My mothers curse, and a perpetuall staine,
I seldome see one mischiefe to arise,
But it brings others at her heeles likewise.

And since my fault into such height is driuen
That I deserue not in the earth to rest,
Nor haue a place amongst the starres in heauen,
You nightly powers grant me this request:
That neither with the dead nor liue I do remain,
_A_nd so no place in earth or heauen gaine.

To this her last request the Gods consent,
And so the ground her feet did couer ore,
Out from her toes the scrawling roots were sent
Which by her