I know y' have heard Of him, who for Creuesa on the rock Antandrus mourn'd so long; whose warlike stroke At once revenged his friend and won his love: And of the youth whom Phaedra could not move T' abuse his father's bed; he left the place, And by his virtue lost his life (for base Unworthy loves to rage do quickly change).
It kill'd her too; perhaps in just revenge Of wrong'd Theseus, slain Hippolytus, And poor forsaken Ariadne: thus It often proves that they who falsely blame Another, in one breath themselves condemn: And who have guilty been of treachery, Need not complain, if they deceived be.
Behold the brave hero a captive made With all his fame, and twixt these sisters led: Who, as he joy'd the death of th' one to see, His death did ease the other's misery.
The next that followeth, though the world admire His strength, Love bound him.

Th' other full of ire Is great Achilles, he whose pitied fate Was caused by Love.

Demophoon did not hate Impatient Phyllis, yet procured her death.
This Jason is, he whom Medea hath Obliged by mischief; she to her father proved False, to her brother cruel; t' him she loved Grew furious, by her merit over-prized.
Hypsipyle comes next, mournful, despised, Wounded to see a stranger's love prevail More than her own, a Greek.

Here is the frail Fair Helena, with her the shepherd boy, Whose gazing looks hurt Greece, and ruin'd Troy.
'Mongst other weeping souls, you hear the moan Oenone makes, her Paris being gone; And Menelaus, for the woe he had To lose his wife.

Hermione is sad, And calls her dear Orestes to her aid.
And Laodamia, that hapless maid, Bewails Protesilaus.