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LXX.

Mag.
Eternal plagues devour thy cursed tongue!
Myriads of adders prey upon thy sprite!
Mayst thou feel all the pains of age while young,
Unmann'd, uney'd, excluded aye the light,
Thy senses, like thyself, enwrapped in night,
A scoff to foemen, and to beasts a peer.
May forkèd lightning on thy head alight,
May on thee fall the fury of th'unweere,
Fen-vapours blast thy every manly power,
May thy curs'd body quick the loathsome pangs devour!