A Meditation on an Apes love.

WHen once the foolish Ape hath fild her nest
With little brats, there's one among the rest,
Shee most affects: to shelter this from harmes,
Shee alwayes hugges it in her wanton armes.
Vntill at length shee squeezeth out the breath,
Of this her fondling, Loves the cause of death:
The Worlds this wanton Ape, that still delights
In hugging some peculiar favourites,
Of those that are thus dandled by this Ape,
There doth not one among a thousand scape.