260This wretch; So hardly are ill habits left again.
XXVII.
Here by her smallnesse shee two deaths orepast,
Once innocence scap'd, and left the oppressor fast.
The net through-swome, she keepes the liquid path,
And whether she leape up sometimes to breath
265And suck in aire, or finde it underneath,
Or working parts like mills or limbecks hath
To make the water thinne, and airelike faith