And not her Captive be;

Apollo, Daphne did pursue,

Embraced the Maid, though chang'd to a Tree:

If God's could love at such a rate,

Poor Mortals must adore:

Dorinda's Merit is as great;

'Tis just, 'tis just to love her more.

A Hymn upon the Execution of two Criminals,
by Mr. Ramondon.