A book of women's verse - Unknown

And though we’ve now no public enemies,

And you’re too strong for private piracies,

Yet is the vessel in more danger far,

Than when with all our neighbours we had war:

For all that know what guest it doth contain,

Will strive to fire or sink it in the main.

Plagued for thy sake, they all will reckon thee

The Achan, or accursèd thing to be.

Though Fortune have so far from me removed