The joys, deceitful nature does first pay
    Our age, it snatches first away. 
    Unhappy mortal, that but now
    The lovely grace of hair, did’st know: 
    Bright as the sun’s or Cynthia’s beams,
    Now worse than brass, and only seems
    Like th’ mushroom, that in gardens springs. 
    From sporting girls, you’ll frighted run,
    And that death will the sooner come: 
    Know that part of your head is gone.

He wou’d have condemn’d us to hear more, and I believe worse than the former; if an attendant of Tryphoena, had not disturb’d him:  who taking Gito aside, dress’d him up in her mistresses tower; and to restore him perfectly to his former figure, drawing false eye-brows out of her patch-box, placed ’em so exactly, Nature might have mistaken ’em for her own work.

At the sight of the true Gito, Tryphoena wept for joy:  Who, not before, cou’d hug him with so real a satisfaction.

I was glad to see his loss so well repair’d:  Yet, often hid my head, as sensible I appear’d with no common deformity, whom even Lycas thought not worth speaking to:  But ’twas not long e’er the same maid came to my relief, and calling me aside, dress’d me in a peruke no less agreeable:  for being of golden locks, it rather improv’d my complexion.

But, Eumolpus, our advocate, and reconciler, to entertain the company, and keep up the mirth, began to be pleasant on the inconstancy of women:  how forward they were to love, how soon they forgot their sparks:  and that no woman was so chast, but her untry’d lust, might be rais’d to a fury:  nor wou’d he bring instances from ancient tragedies, or personages celebrated in antiquity:  but entertain us, if we wou’d please to hear, with a story within the circle of his own memory:  upon which the eyes and ears of all were devoted to him:  who thus began.

“There was at Ephesus a lady, of so celebrated virtue, that the women of neighbouring nations came to join their admiration with that of her own country:  This lady at the death of her husband not content with tearing her hair, or beating her breast, those common expressions of grief; but following him into the vault, where the body plac’d in a monument, she, after the Graecian custom, watch’d the corps, and whole nights and days continu’d weeping; the perswasions of parents nor relations cou’d divert her grief, or make her take anything to preserve life, the publick officers at last, she guarding the body for ’em, left the vault; and lamented by all for so singular an example of grief, liv’d thus five days without eating.

“All left her but a faithful maid, who with tears supply’d her afflicted lady, and as often as the lamp they had by, began to expire, renew’d the light; by this time she became the talk of the whole town; and all degrees of men confest, she was the only true example of love and chastity.