The wicked lady, at this sight,
With horror strait ran mad;
So raving dy'd, as was most right,
'Cause she no pity had.

Let me advise you, ladies all,
Of jealousy beware:

It causeth many a one to fall,

And is the devil's snare.

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IX.

Jealousy, Tyrant of the Mind.

This song is by Dryden, being inserted in his Tragi

Comedy of Love Triumphant, &c.

On account of the

subject, it is inserted here.

WHAT 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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All other ills, though sharp they prove,
Serve to refine and perfect love:

In absence, or unkind disdaine,

Sweet hope relieves the lovers paine :
But, oh, no cure but death we find

To sett us free

From jealousie,

Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind.

False in thy glass all objects are,

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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

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In only thee,

O Jealousie !

Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind.

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 entitled "A LookingGlass 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,

Yet in my absence, dearest, be
My constant wife, Penelope.

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.

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Thus did they part with heavy chear,

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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 :

That I his person may behold,

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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My patience I will put in ure,
My charity I will extend ;
Since for my woe there is no cure,
The helpless now I will befriend:
The widow and the fatherless
I will relieve, when in distress.

Thus she continued year by year
In doing good to every one;
Her fame was noised every where,

To
and old the same was known,
young
That she no company would mind,
Who were to vanity inclin'd.

Mean while Ulysses fought for fame,

'Mongst Trojans hazarding his life:

Young gallants, hearing of her name,

Came flocking for to tempt his wife:

For she was lovely, young, and fair,

No lady might with her compare.

With costly gifts and jewels fine,

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