X.

Man all at once was there by woman slaine, And one by one we'are here slaine o'er againe By them. The mother poison'd the well-head, The daughters here corrupt us, Rivolets; No smalnesse scapes, no greatnesse breaks their nets; 95 She thrust us out, and by them we are led Astray, from turning, to whence we are fled. Were prisoners Judges, 'twould seeme rigorous, Shee sinn'd, we beare; part of our paine is, thus To love them, whose fault to this painfull love yoak'd us. 100