Page:The castle of Indolence - an allegorical poem - Written in imitation of Spenser (IA castleofindolenc00thomiala).pdf/47

 A Lady proud she was, of ancient Blood, Yet oft her Fear her Pride made crouchen low: She felt, or fancy'd in her fluttering Mood, All the Diseases which the know, And sought all which the Shops bestow, And still new Leaches and new Drugs would try, Her Humour ever wavering to and fro; For sometimes she would laugh, and sometimes cry,

Fast by her Side a listless Maiden pin'd, With aching Head, and squeamish Heart-Burnings; Pale, bloated, cold, she seem'd to hate Mankind, Yet lov'd in Secret all forbidden Things. And here the  shakes his chilling Wings; And sleepless Gout here counts the crowing Cocks, A Wolf now gnaws him, now a Serpent stings; Whilst Apoplexy cramm'd Intemperence knocks