Farewel said she, I thought my grief t’have hid,
I die for love of thee,——and so she did.
Here with her lies her Child, that strove in vain
To untomb it self to be intomb’d again.
But rest my babe, thy cares with life are gone,
Thou’lt rise again, though now a setting Sun.
Though wonders cease, thy Mothers death doth prove
They may revive, for she did die for love.
CHAP. XX.
His credit becomes suspected by his exorbitant manner of living in Drinking, Whoring, Gaming, &c. He thinks to sawder up that crack by Marriage; he is deceived both in Person and Portion.