University of Virginia Library

Search this document 

16

[A Captive-Captain lay in such a room]

A Captive-Captain lay in such a room,
He held his Bed the Embleme of his Tombe.
Dark as a Charnel-house: no spirit did move
But Rats and Mice below, and rain above:
So as he need't not wash his Couch with tears,
Such streaming showrs drill'd down about his ears.
Besides, an Herd of grunting Hoggs so nigh,
None could discern his Lodging from their Stye.
A kennel too of bawling Curs lay there,
Which all night long were yelping in his ear.
Near this a chimney that would keep no fire;
“Thus did his passive pensive hours expire.
“If this a thraldom might not stiled be,
“Prisons are Paradoxes unto me.