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 Yet, for this once, I'le cleare you; it was not

Your slack rope sav'd her, nor your fast-loose knot.

Her fatall halter shee (to end the strife)

Untwisted spun into a thread of life. Ed. Norreys Eq. Aur. fil. Coll. Reg.

Onder of highest Art! He that will reach

A Streine for thee, had need his Muse should stretch,

Till flying to the Shades, she learne what Veine

Of Orpheus call'd Eurydice againe;

Or learne of her Apollo, 'till she can

As well, as Singer, prove Physitian:

And then she may without Suspension sing,

And, authorized, harp upon thy String.

Discordant string! for sure thy soule (unkinde

To its own Bowels Issue) could not finde

One Breast in Confort to its jarring stroake

'Mongst piteous Femall Organs, therefore broke

Translations due Law, from fate repriev'd,