The Spanish Virgin, Or Effects Of Jealousy Poem by Anonymous British

All tender hearts, that ake to hear
Of those that suffer wrong;
All you that never shed a tear,
Give heed unto my song.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

Fair Isabella's tragedy
My tale doth far exceed:
Alas, that so much cruelty
In female hearts should breed!
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

In Spain a lady liv'd of late,
Who was of high degree;
Whose wayward temper did create
Much woe and misery.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

Strange jealousies so fill'd her head
With many a vain surmize,
She thought her lord had wrong'd her bed,
And did her love despise.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

A gentlewoman passing fair
Did on this lady wait;
With bravest dames she might compare;
Her beauty was compleat.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

Her lady cast a jealous eye
Upon this gentle maid,
And taxt her with disloyaltye,
And did her oft upbraid.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

In silence still this maiden meek
Her bitter taunts would bear,
While oft adown her lovely cheek
Would steal the falling tear.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

In vain in humble sort she strove
Her fury to disarm;
As well the meekness of the dove
The bloody hawke might charm.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

Her lord, of humour light and gay,
And innocent the while,
As oft as she came in his way,
Would on the damsell smile.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

And oft before his lady's face,
As thinking her her friend,
He would the maiden's modest grace
And comeliness commend.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

All which incens'd his lady so,
She burnt with wrath extreame;
At length the fire that long did glow,
Burst forth into a flame.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

For on a day it so befell,
When he was gone from home,
The lady all with rage did swell,
And to the damsell come.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

And charging her with great offence,
And many a grievous fault,
She bade her servants drag her thence,
Into a dismal vault,
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

That lay beneath the common-shore,—
A dungeon dark and deep,
Where they were went, in days of yore,
Offenders great to keep.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

There never light of chearful day
Dispers'd the hideous gloom;
But dank and noisome vapours play
Around the wretched room:
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

And adders, snakes, and toads therein,
As afterwards was known,
Long in this loathsome vault had bin,
And were to monsters grown.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

Into this foul and fearful place,
The fair one innocent
Was cast, before her lady's face;
Her malice to content.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

This maid no sooner enter'd is,
But strait, alas! she hears
The toads to croak, and snakes to hiss:
Then grievously she fears.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

Soon from their holes the vipers creep,
And fiercely her assail,
Which makes the damsel sorely weep,
And her sad fate bewail.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

With her fair hands she strives in vain
Her body to defend;
With shrieks and cries she doth complain,
But all is to no end.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

A servant listning near the door,
Struck with her doleful noise,
Strait ran his lady to implore;
But she'll not hear his voice.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

With bleeding heart he goes agen
To mark the maiden's groans;
And plainly hears, within the den,
How she herself bemoans.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

Again he to his lady hies,
With all the haste he may;
She into furious passion flies,
And orders him away.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

Still back again does he return
To hear her tender cries;
The virgin now had ceas'd to mourn,
Which fill'd him with surprize.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

In grief, and horror, and affright,
He listens at the walls,
But finding all was silent quite,
He to his lady calls.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

'Too sure, O lady,' now quoth he,
'Your cruelty hath sped;
Make hast, for shame, and come and see;
I fear the virgin's dead.'
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

She starts to hear her sudden fate,
And does with torches run;
But all her haste was now too late,
For death his worst had done.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

The door being open'd, strait they found
The virgin stretch'd along:
Two dreadful snakes had wrapt her round,
Which her to death had stung.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

One round her legs, her thighs, her waist,
Had twined his fatal wreath;
The other close her neck embrac'd,
And stopt her gentle breath.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

The snakes being from her body thrust,
Their bellies were so fill'd,
That with excess of blood they burst,
Thus with their prey were kill'd.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

The wicked lady, at this sight,
With horror strait ran mad;
So raving dy'd, as was most right,
'Cause she no pity had.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.

Let me advise you, ladies all,
Of jealousy beware:
It causeth many a one to fall,
And is the devil's snare.
Oh jealousie! thou art nurst in hell:
Depart from hence, and therein dwell.