Who was’t, inflam’d with false religious ire,
Caus’d Latimer and Ridley to expire,
Roasted like lobsters in a Smithfield fire?
A Woman.
Who still in man’s weak heart retains her place,
And with a smile upon a lovely face,
Can lure the fool to misery and disgrace?
False Woman.
The Duel, with other Poems, by L. O. Shaw, Blackburn,
printed and sold by T. Rogerson, 1815.
(Referring to this Poem, in his preface, the author quaintly remarks “Truth offends none but fools and knaves.”)