But also, sparing (This let Children note)
Her daintiest food from her own hungry throat,
To feed at home her feeble Parents, held
From forraging, with heavy Gyves of Eld.
The other, kindly, for her tender Brood
Tears her own bowells, trilleth-out her blood,
To heal her young, and in a wondrous sort,
Unto her Children doth her life transport:
For finding them by som fell Serpent slain,
She rends her brest, and doth upon them rain