108750They thinke not but that euerie eye can see,

751The same disgrace which they themselues behold:

752And therefore would they still in darkenesse be,

753To haue their vnseene sinne remaine vntold.

754For they their guilt with weeping will vnfold,

755 And graue like water that doth eate in steele,

756 Vppon my cheeks, what helpelesse shame I feele.

109757Here shee exclaimes against repose and rest,

758And bids her eyes hereafter still be blinde,

759Shee wakes her heart by beating on her brest,

760And bids it leape from thence, where it maie finde

761Some purer chest, to close so pure a minde.

762 Franticke with griefe thus breaths shee forth her spite,

763 Against the vnseene secrecie of night.

110764O comfort-killing night, image of Hell,

765Dim register, and notarie of shame,

766Blacke stage for tragedies, and murthers fell,

767Vast sin-concealing Chaos, nourse of blame.

768Blinde muffled bawd, darke harber for defame,

769 Grim caue of death, whispring conspirator,

770 With close-tong'd treason & the rauisher.