Newes from the Dead/She liv'd, and in the cord made Fate despair
SHe liv'd, and in the cord made Fate despair,
Safe, as Sea-Surgeons in their Cable are,
Whose scruples palsie-Juryes weigh amisse,
The Gallowes her exacter Balance is.
Yet, that loose Flames some penalty might meet,
She thus did penance in her winding-sheet.
May this not-still-born Gibbet-issue thrive!
The first the knife ere Midwif'd there alive.