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 It dranke so deep of Lethe there,

She had forgotten whatsoere

Sh'had suffer'd in her life time here:

Arraign'd by Minos, straight denie'd

That she before a Judge was trie'd,

Or sentenc'd on the Gallowes died.

No other way was left to win

Her to confesse her shame and sin

But send her back to learn't agen.

Entring her body straight, 'twas growne

So rack't and torne, that 'twas not known,

Nor yet beleev'd to be her own.

This neck was Halter-gall'd, nay more,

These sides and brest with strokes were sore,

And Hers were nothing soe before.

Her leggs (shee's sure) had shackles on,

And wonder's finding These have none;

Her selfe and they were lost and gone.

Thus what she suffer'd last,was now

The lesson she first learn'd to know,

Else no account can passe below.

If she learn't well, and not constraine

Her selfe to act it o're againe,

She may passe safe through Pluto's reigne. John Dwight, Ch. Ch.

Re Fates growne kind? have they thus chang'd their doome

From Murtherers to supply the Midwifes roome?

Or were they not o'repowr'd, since Life had spun

Two strings unto her bow, and Death but One? Tho. Ireland, Ch. Ch.

Ome Flesh-Crow, tell me, what's the cause that you

Rigour to men, to Women Favour show?

Your Office you have not perform'd, 'tis plaine:

See, here's the Wench you hang'd, alive againe.