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Whe're 'twere a just and equitable Cause,
Whether not consonant unto the Lawes.
Strange Sophister! that grant'st to Destiny
The Premises, Conclusion do'st deny;
Dar'st yeeld to Suffer Death, but not to Dye.
SO sportive, Atropos? what, must we see
Some Hocus-tricks? the thread of life to be
Asunder cut, and yet entire remaine?
A Body-banish'd soule recall'd againe?
Now may the nine-liv'd Sex speake high, and say
That here they fought with Death, and won the day.
The fatall Tree, which first began the strife,
Sided with them, and prov'd a Tree of life.
Another.
DEath, spare your threats, we scorne now to obey;
If Women conquer thee, surely Men may.
How came this Champion on I cannot tell,
But I nere heard of one came off so well.
PRoh Metamorphωsis naturæ dissona! fatum
Imbelle! evictæ gloria cassa necis!
Huccine, naturam, progressa peritia, solvit?
Siccine fatorum machina fracta cadit?
Euge decus medicum! sacrum inviolabile! novi
Sacratum hinc docto numen inesse Choro.
Ibimus: ire juvat; sic, sic juvat ire per umbras:
Si vixisse, mori est, ibimus: ire juvat.
Eia age Terrorum domitrix Terroris, abundè
Provida, cùm properes, ne moriare, mori.
HIppolytus was dead, and (as the straine
Of Poets tel's) w
