Newes from the Dead/Thou Sophister of Fate

by Abraham Spence

THou Sophister of Fate, that canst deny
A faire dispute by an Amphiboly;
Reade Hebrew-wise thy Neck-verse, make to be
In thine own doom an Infra-pollency:
Insertst no Negative, and yet canst state
An affirm'd sentence Illegitimate.
Sure Minos Jury was for these too Grand,
That did thy Doom re-eccho, did withstand
Thy Epilogue, and made it for to be
But a new Prologue to Virginity.
Thy Mate shall be no Proteus, yet in thee,
Although but one, will be Polygamy.
Thou canst intombe a Wife-hood, and yet rise
A Virgin out of th'ashes, Phœnix-wise.
Cease would the Romans th'wonder to extoll
Of th Head found fresh; Thine had been Capitoll.
Caligula his bloudy wish would check
To cut off Rome, had thine but been the neck.

A. Spence of St. Joh. Coll.