Upon L. M. Weeping

Whoever was the cause your tears were shed,May these my curses light upon his head:May he be first in love, and let it beWith a most known and black deformity,Nay, far surpass all witches that have been,5Since our first parents taught us how to sin!Then let this hag be coy, and he run madFor that which no man else would e'er have had;And in this fit may he commit the thingMay him impenitent to th' gallows bring!10Then might he for one tear his pardon have,But want that single grief his life to save!And being dead, may he at heaven venter,But for the guilt of this one fact ne'er enter.