2270To cozen the deceivers is no fraud,
To use a pimp, and cheat a rusty bawd.
She scarcely knew what letters spellèd grief,
For all her thoughts with regal crowns were wreathed,
Yet 'mongst them all Bellama ruled as chief.
At time of rest her body she unsheathed,
And housed within the linen walls her limbs,
Till night and sleep did their quick tapers dim.
Avaro (when day's sister's misty fog
Had poppèd out Apollo's searching eye,