unknown author

“ Mrs Somerset,
on the Unjust Censure Past upon My Poore Marcelia.
Sigh not, Parthenia, that I'me doom'd to dye,
Since a false scandal's made the reason why.
Fortune I ever found my rigid foe,
And did not hope she now would milder grow.
A small weake barke by a rough tempest tost,
Can raise noe wonder when we heare 'tis lost;
When powerfull enemys resolve to kill,
They heed not justice, strength can do their will ”