"Where e’re you walk, the Belides you meet; And Clytemnestra’s grow in ev’ry Street: But here’s the difference; Agamemnon’s Wife Was a gross Butcher, with a bloody Knife; But Murther, now, is to perfection grown, And subtle Poysons are employ’d alone: Unless some Antidote prevents their Arts, And lines with Balsom all the Noble parts: In such a case, reserv’d for such a need, Rather than fail, the Dagger does the Deed."