Like swelling tides that overcome their shore,
Leaving the awful current of their stream,
And break their banks that bounded them before;
Yet grief in his great violence is more;
For if that reason bound not grief with laws,
In our destruction grief will be the cause.
Christopher Lever.
First Envy, eldest born of hell, imbrued
Her hands in blood, and taught the sons of men
To make a death which Nature never made,