156 Anne JBradJi reefs Works.
Sometimes the two fold Pox me fore bemiarrs [51]
With outward marks, & inward loathfome fcarrs,'
Sometimes the Phrenzy ftrangly mads my brain,
That oft for it in Bedlam I remain.
Too many my difeafes to recite,
That wonder tis, I yet behold the light,
That yet my bed in darknefs is not made,
And I in black oblivions Den now-' laid.
Of aches full my bones, of woe my heart,
Clapt in that prifon, never thence to ftart.^
Thus I have faid, and what I've been, you fee
Childhood and Youth are vain ye '" vanity.
��Middle Age.
CHILDHOOD and Youth (forgot) I've fometimes feen And now am o^rown more flaid who have bin orreen What they have done, the fame was done by me. As was their praife or Ihame, fo mine mult be.
« Sometimes the loathfome Pox, my face be-mars, With ugh' marks of his eternal fears;
J long.
^ Of Marrow ful mj bones, of Milk my breafts,
Ceas'd * hy the gripes of Serjeant Death's Arrelts : f
I faid. '« yea.
- See p 135, note^.
t " (as this fell serge.int, death,
Is strict in his anest)." — Hami.kt, v. 2.
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