But he way
I must return to native dust? O sight
Of terrour, foul and ugly to behold,
o to feel! [ 465 ]
to w seen
In s many shapes
Of Deat lead
to to sense
More terrible at trance thin. [ 470 ]
Some, as t, by violent stroke shall die,
By Fire, Flood, Famin, by Intemperance more
In Meats and Drinks, wh shall bring
Diseases dire, of wrous crew
Before t t know [ 475 ]
miserie tinence of Eve
Sely a place
Before his eyes appeard, sad, noysom, dark,
A Lazar- seemd, wherein were laid
Numbers of all diseasd, all maladies [ 480 ]
Of gastly Spasm, or racking torture, qualmes
Of -sick Agonie, all feavorous kinds,
Convulsions, Epilepsies, fierce Catarrhs,
Intestin Stone and Ulcer, Colic pangs,
D?moniac Phrenzie, moaping Melancholie [ 485 ]
And Moon-struck madness, pining Atrophie
Marasmus and ing Pestilence,
Dropsies, and Ast-racking Rheums.
Dire ossing, deep the groans, despair
tended t from Couco Couch; [ 490 ]
And over triump Deat
S delaid to strike, t invokt
ithir chief good, and final hope.
Sig of Rock could long
Drie-eyd be, but , [ 495 ]
t of oman born; compassion quelld
of Man, and gave o tears
A space, till firmer ts restraind excess,
And scarce recovering words renewd.
O miserable Mankind, to w fall [ 500 ]
Degraded, to cate reservd!