Plaine-path’d Experience, th’vnlearneds guide,
Her simple Followers euidently shewes
Sometimes what Schoole-men scarcely can decide,
Nor yet wise Reason absolutely knowes:
In making tryall of a Murther wrought,
If the vile actors of the heynous deed
Neere the dead Body happily be brought,
Oft ’t’ath been prou’d, the breathlesse Coarse will bleed.
Shes comming neere, that my poore Heart hath slaine,
Long since departed (to the World no more)
Th’ancient Wounds no longer can containe,
But fall to bleeding, as they did before:
But what of this? Should she to death be led,
It furthers Iustice, but helpes not the dead.