Black Egypt, as her mirrors doth behold;

Are but the dens where idol snakes delight

Again to cover Satan from their sight:

Yet these are all their gods; with whom they vie,

The crocodile, the cock, the rat, the fly:

Fit gods indeed, for such men to be served by.

Giles Fletcher.

Hear, Father! hear and aid!

If I have loved too well, if I have shed,

In my vain fondness, o’er a mortal head