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The Furies

With Vertues Encomium. Or, The Image of Honour. In two Bookes of Epigrammes, Satyricall and Encomiasticke. By R.N. [i.e. Richard Niccols]
  

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Epig. XIIII. In Verrem.

Blunt Verres meeting with me in the strand
Said, God be praysed, holding vp his hand.


Why friend, what is the matter, answer'd I:
O sir said he, as I was passing by,
Plutoes black Coach, for sure the Coach was his,
From running ouer me did little misse.
This feare of his I checkt with some reproach,
And askt him why he thought 'twas Plutoes Coach.
Foure fierie horse, quoth he, which drew the same
Few with it through the street like lightnings flame:
The driuer sat before, neckt like a Bull,
Grimme was his beard, his cap was like a skull,
And with a whip, which in his hand he had,
He laid about and lasht, as he were mad;
Three Furies sate, Furies I thinke they were,
Within the Coach, whose heads with grizly heare
Were drest, or rather vndrest, and withall
Toyes like Medusas Snakes about did crall;
Their yellow coloured bands, and strange attire,
About their neckes, appear'd like wheeles of fire,
And on their cheekes, which glow'd with scarlet die,
And pappes made bare to euerie vulgar eye,
Blacke specks and pimpels here and there were seene
As if their bodies had infected beene.
This was their fashion, thus all three were shapt,
And glad I am that I from them escapt.
At this I smil'd, and bad my friend goe looke
What these three were, whom he for Furies tooke.