The History of Polindor and Flostella With Other Poems. By I. H. [i.e. John Harington] The third Edition, Revised and much Enlarged |
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Drawn neer, his Body gor'd with blood, like one
Entire sore seem'd to view; or as, the Skin
New Shifted, fley'd, 't had for some Shambles been:
Most hideous Lump, grown doubly Nak'd, yet still
Those Bayted round his flesh like anvill, steel
(Th' unmatch'd Hell-beadles) as they'd conjure out
His vagrant Soul: oft crying thus th' whole Rout;
Dog, Villain, we are Furies come to plague
Thy vile flesh. Busy'd thus, one pursie Hag
Spying Rufin, All turn'd to wondring gaze;
He seem'd half-charmed too, joy'd heaven 'twas
To th' tortur'd VVretch this smaller truce, whose Groan,
Look double pitty crav'd. When, ask'd anon
The cause of all; Twas he (those Hags reply)
Had done those cruell Thefts, those Rapes hard by
(Purse-leech, Flesh-devill) Providence thus bound him;
And they were Furies sent from Fate, to wound him.
Entire sore seem'd to view; or as, the Skin
New Shifted, fley'd, 't had for some Shambles been:
Most hideous Lump, grown doubly Nak'd, yet still
Those Bayted round his flesh like anvill, steel
(Th' unmatch'd Hell-beadles) as they'd conjure out
His vagrant Soul: oft crying thus th' whole Rout;
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Thy vile flesh. Busy'd thus, one pursie Hag
Spying Rufin, All turn'd to wondring gaze;
He seem'd half-charmed too, joy'd heaven 'twas
To th' tortur'd VVretch this smaller truce, whose Groan,
Look double pitty crav'd. When, ask'd anon
The cause of all; Twas he (those Hags reply)
Had done those cruell Thefts, those Rapes hard by
(Purse-leech, Flesh-devill) Providence thus bound him;
And they were Furies sent from Fate, to wound him.
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