Attend thee all the night.
Think on the hellish acts thou 'st done, [fol. 546.]
The thousands thou 'st betray'd;
Nero himself would blush to own
The slaughter thou hast made.
Nor infants' cries, nor parents' tears
Could stay thy bloody hand,
Nor could the ravisht virgins' fears
Appease thy dire command.
But, ah! what pangs are set apart