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NO sooner entred, she without remorse
Rends off the Sear-cloth from her Husband's Coarse,
And laid the Body out both sweet and hard,
Preserv'd with Spices, and perfuming Nard:
Then thus to him in Desperation spake;
From me your Cure, this dreadful Cordial, take,
Which Fortunes Forfeit, and your Life regains,
Supply it with the Malefactor's Chains.
Then he reply'd, So fair a Corps as this,
No where disfigur'd, not resembles his;
The Change will be perspicuously too plain,
And this your Condescension prove in vain:
Sentenc'd by Law, his Right Hand off was lopt,
His Nose slit, Lips cut off, his Ears close cropt.
Then she reply'd, What I present thus, take,
What Maims you please, and Mutilations make:
You that in Wars and Bloody Works have been,
Mow'd down like standing Corn whole Squadrons seen▪
And no small part in such dire Business shar'd,
To mangle one defunct will not be hard.
When thus he sigh'd, Though Soldiers rugged are,
They with the Dead keep Truce, and never War:
I who so oft in many a bloody Strife
Have lopt off Legs and Arms, Life after Life,