Some of thy sexe, baptiz’d with thy curst name,
Crown’d with thy fate, are partners in thy shame.
[II. 71.]Helens are snakes, which breeds their lovers paine,
The maps of malice, murther and disdaine:
Helens are gulfes, whence streames of blood do flow
Rapine, deceit, treason, and overthrow:
Helens are whoores, whiles in a Virgin Maske,
They sucke from Pluto sterne Proserpines taske:
Curst be thou Hell, for hellish Helens sakes,
Still crost and curst, be they, that trust such snakes.