[Footnote 1: Surely it was not so meant, for instance, in the passage about the desobligeante, which had been "standing so many months unpitied in the corner of Monsieur Dessien's coach-yard.

Let me go, or ere it be too late; Dip not your arrows in the honey-mead; Paint not the wound through which my heart doth bleed; Leave me unmock'd, unpitied to my fate Peace!

yet once againe might smoake And perish, all unpitied of her Gods, That all things in their last destruction might Performe a funerall honour to their Lord!