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114 Shuts o'er your head: and, as the thundering stream, Swoln o'er its banks with sudden mountain rain, Sinks from its tumult to a silent brook; So, when the frantic raptures in your breast Subside, you languish into mortal man; You sleep, and waking find yourself undone. For prodigal of life in one rash night You lavish'd more than might support three days. A heavy morning comes; your cares return With tenfold rage. An anxious stomach well May be endur'd; so may the throbbing head: But such a dim delirium, such a dream, Involves you; such a dastardly despair Unmans your soul, as madd'ning Pentheus felt When, baited round Citheron's cruel sides, He saw two suns, and double Thebes ascend. You curse the sluggish Port; you curse the wretch, The felon, with unnatural mixture first Rh