Newes from the Dead/On Anne Greene her execution

by John Mainard

On Anne Green her execution.

SUre Death abhorres the colour, all have seene
that Death is blacke, and therefore loves no Greene:
A happy colour, in what Prædicament
Will the Logicians put this Accident?
Shee had her Neck-verse; 'tis a currant signe
Shee could not read, her verse was but a Line.
Againe, upon this deed to set a crowne;
Sh'ad been cut up, if not so soon cut downe.
Read this thou youthfull, Read, and be afraid.
Shee's a maid twice, and yet is not dis-maid.
O Paradoxe! if truth in thee can lye
No wonder if the maid could live and dye.

Joh. Mainard, of Magd. Coll.