The door being open'd, strait they found
The virgin stretch'd along:

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Two dreadful snakes had wrapt her round,

Which her to death had stung.

One round her legs, her thighs, her wast,

IX.

JEALOUSY, TYRANT OF THE MIND.

This Song is by DRYDEN, being inserted in his TragiComedy of LOVE TRIUMPHANT, &c.- On account of the subject, it is inserted here,

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HAT state of life can be so blest,
As love that warms the gentle brest;
Two souls in one; the same desire
To grant the bliss, and to require?
If in this heaven a hell we find,
Tis all from thee,

O Jealousie !

Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind.

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False in thy glass all objects are,
Some sett too near, and some too far:
Thou art the fire of endless night,
The fire that burns, and gives no light.
All torments of the damn'd we find

In only thee,

O Jealousie !

Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind.

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X.

CONSTANT PENELOPE.

The ladies are indebted for the following notable documents to the Pepys Collection, where the original is preserved in black-letter, and is intitled, "A Looking"glass for Ladies, or a Mirrour for Married Women. "Tune, Queen Dido, or Troy town."

WHEN Greeks and Trojans fell at strife,

And lords in armour bright were seen ;

When many a gallant lost his life

About fair Hellen, beauty's queen ;

Ulysses, general so free,

Did leave his dear Penelope.

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The time is come that we must part;

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My honour calls me hence away;
Yet in my absence, dearest, be

My constant wife, Penelope.

Let

Let me no longer live, she sayd,
Then to my lord I true remain;
My honour shall not be betray'd

Until I see my love again;
For I will ever constant prove,
As is the loyal turtle-dove.

Thus did they part with heavy chear,
And to the ships his way he took;
Her tender eyes dropt many a tear;

Still casting many a longing look :
She saw him on the surges glide,
And unto Neptune thus she cry'd :

Thou god, whose power is in the deep,

And rulest in the ocean main,

My loving lord in safety keep

Till he return to me again:

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That I his person may behold,

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To me more precious far than gold.

Then straight the ships with nimble sails
Were all convey'd out of her sight:

Her cruel fate she then bewails,

Since she had lost her hearts delight. Now shall my practice be, quoth she, True vertue and humility.

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