Chapter 9 No.9

Now all those charms, that blooming grace,

The well-proportion'd shape, and beauteous face,

Shall never more be seen by mortal eyes;

In earth the much lamented virgin lies.

Not wit, nor piety could Fate prevent;

Nor was the cruel destiny content

To finish all the murder at a blow,

To sweep at once her life, and beauty too;

But, like a harden'd felon, took a pride

To work more mischievously slow,

And plunder'd first, and then destroy'd.

Oh, double sacrilege on things divine,

To rob the relic, and deface the shrine!

But thus Orinda[35] died:

Heaven, by the same disease, did both translate:

As equal were their souls, so equal was their fate.