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Thus led between that ugly Guard, did shew
Fair Innocence it self captived so:
As Sons of Hell conjoyn'd to Massacre
Prime Excellence, what counted Perfect, Rare.
Dismal Death's walk it seem'd, great Justice when
Intranc'd appear'd, and Rapine from his Den
Govern'd the World: Mouth stop'd with her own Glove
For Noise, Complaint, less Danger thence did prove.
She gaz'd on Trees, on shining Moon, whilst Those
The Monsters Shroud; might th' other Lamp suppose
Helping their Work; all's calm and Lull'd as 'twere;
Bad Nature seem'd Confederated there.