Of the Si/fy Vformes 
Ifloucrs fpake,it was now 'all by lookcs, 
None deign’d or durft be trouchman to their mind. 
Paper was barr’d,and penne,and inkc,and bookes. 
Not any nclpc thefe parted prifoners find. 
But of a rift along the wal that cropkcs, 
(A wall of flint,yet more then parents, kind) 
Whithjwcrc it old or new,nonc it efpics, 
Butlouers quicke,al- corner- fetching eyes. 
This rift they, vfdc, not onely as a glade. 
Wherein to fee daily each others face. 
But eke through it their voyccs hourely pafle. 
In whifpring murmurs with a dealing pace: 
Sometimes w hen they no longer durft (alas.) (place* 
Send whifprings through, when keepers were in 
y et would they fhift to blow through it a breath. 
Which fed & kept their hoping harts from death. 
Enuious wal(fayd they) what wrong is this? 
Why doth not louc or pirtie make thee fal? 
Or (if that be for vs too great a blifle) 
Why is thy rift fo narrow and fo (mail* 
As to deny kind lone a kindly killc? 
For which we neuer proue vnthankful ftal. 
Although in truth weewe inough to thee, 
Giuing our eyes and voyce a way fo free. 
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