Mountains of bones and carcases, The street, the Market-place possess, Threatning to raise a new _Acropolis_. Here lies a mother and her child, The infant suck’d as yet, and smil’d, But strait by its own food was kill’d. There parents hugg’d their children last, Here parting lovers last embrac’d, But yet not parting neither, They both expir’d and went away together. Here pris’ners in the Dungeon die, And gain a two-fold liberty, They meet and thank their pains Which them from double chains Of body and of iron free. Here others poyson’d by the scent Which from corrupted bodies went, Quickly return the death they did receive, And death to others give; Themselves now dead the air pollute the more, For which they others curs’d before, Their bodies kill all that come near, And even after death they all are murderers here. XX. The friend doth hear his friends last cries, Parteth his grief for him, and dies, Lives not enough to close his eyes. The father at his death Speaks his son heir with an infectious breath; In the same hour the son doth take His fathers will, and his own make. The servant needs not here be slain, To serve his master in the other world again; They languishing together lie, Their souls away together flie; The husband gasp’th and his wife lies by, It must be her turn next to die, The husband and the wife Too truly now are one, and live one life. That couple which the Gods did entertain, Had made their prayer here in vain; No fates in death could then divide, They must without their priviledge together both have dy’d. XXI.