LI.

Another part became the well of sense, The tender well-arm'd feeling braine, from whence, Those sinowie strings which do our bodies tie, Are raveld out; and fast there by one end, Did this Soule limbes, these limbes a soule attend; 505 And now they joyn'd: keeping some quality Of every past shape, she knew treachery, Rapine, deceit, and lust, and ills enow To be a woman. _Themech_ she is now, Sister and wife to _Caine_, _Caine_ that first did plow. 510