HER jealous husband an adultress gave Cold poisons, which too weak she thought for's grave. A fatal dose of quicksilver then she Mingles, to haste his double destiny. Now whilst within themselves they are at strife, The deadly potion yields to that of life, And straight from th' hollow stomach both retreat To th' slipp'ry pipes known to digested meat. Strange care o'th' gods! the murth'ress doth avail; So when fates please, ev'n double poisons heal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN by EDITH SITWELL THE SWAMP ANGEL by HERMAN MELVILLE THE DIVISION OF POLAND by EDWIN ARNOLD TWO SONNETS: 2 by DAVID P. BERENBERG TO A DYING CLASS by ANGELO PHILIP BERTOCCI DEAD MEN'S LOVE by RUPERT BROOKE |