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Englished Thus.
WHY ATE, dost thou Double thus thy Smart?
Not suffering Her to Live, nor to Depart?
Physitians straining to Repaire what Losse
The Iudge inflicted, Multiply the Crosse:
Death wrote Her Martyr; but from Rest to Come
Back through such Paines, is Second Martyrdome.
Yet shee these cruell Miracles sustaines,
Rivall Inrolled in Proserpines both Traines;
And seated on Fates Tropick, doth survey
With either Eye the Courts of Night, and Day.
So Phœbe's Orbe in th'Equinox appears,
With Oblique Lookes viewing two Hemispheres:
Thus Eagles, when They to the Confines Fly
Of th'Atmosphære, dwell not in Ayre, nor Sky:
Such, Pyrrha's Unripe Issue, is displayd,
When it was yet halfe-Carcasse, and halfe-Mayd.
Pluto with Juno here might Presents claime,
While Dirge, and Caroll Confort forth her Name;
That Pantomime should Act these Obsequies,
Whose Face Parti-per-pale both Laughs, and Cryes:
For Shee Triumphs in Tragicomick shrowds;
As Rainebowes glister, yet in Weeping Clowds:
Or as a Protean Picture's different Site
Here shewes Democritus, there Heraclite.
Straight from her Urne this Unchang'd Phœnix rose,
