Classic Poem

Then death thee hath beguild,
Alecto's first borne child;
Thou who didst thrall all lawes,
Then against wormes canst not maintaine thy cause;
Yet wormes, more iust than thou, now doe no wrong,
Sith all doe wonder they thee spar'd so long,
For though from life but lately thou didst passe,
Ten springs are gone since thou corrupted was.