Now meet thy Fate, th' incens'd Virago cry'd,
And drew a deadly  from her Side.
( The same, his ancient Personage to deck,
Her great great Grandsire wore about his Neck
In three ; which after melted down,
Form'd a vast  for his Widow's Gown:
Her infant Grandame's  next it grew,
The  she gingled, and the  blew;
Then in a  grac'd her Mother's Hairs,
Which long she wore, and now  wears.)