Three times I strove to cling about her Neck, Thrice her in vain my circling Arms entwin'd She like a swift Dream flyes, or nimble Wind. - John Ogilby

People that under Tyrant Scepters live,
Should each to other kind Assistance give.

Fliest thou me?
Now by these Tears, by this Right hand I thee
(Who now unfortunate can boast no more)
By our late Vows, our Nuptial Rites implore;
If e're I did oblige, if ever please,
Take pitie on a falling House; And these
Designes, if Praier may yet find rome, lay by.

There had his flesh been rent, fractur'd his bones,
'Mongst rowling pebbles, and sharp pointed stones.