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ODE.
How sleeps the Squire who sinks to rest
By gout and gluttony opprest!
When Night, with drowsy wand of lead,
Returns to lull his ponderous head,
She there shall clog a coarser brain
Than Fancy's jest could ever feign.
By gout and gluttony opprest!
When Night, with drowsy wand of lead,
Returns to lull his ponderous head,
She there shall clog a coarser brain
Than Fancy's jest could ever feign.
By pinching Imps his neck is wrung;
By pigmy Fiends his feet are stung;
There Surfeit comes, with sultry face,
To wrap his breast in hot embrace;
And Nightmare shall awhile repair,
To sit a smothering monster there!
By pigmy Fiends his feet are stung;
There Surfeit comes, with sultry face,
To wrap his breast in hot embrace;
And Nightmare shall awhile repair,
To sit a smothering monster there!
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