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 Then, varying to a joyless Land of Bogs, The sadden'd Country a grey Waste appear'd; Where Nought but putrid Steams and noisome Fogs For ever hung on drizzly Auster's Beard; Or else the Ground by piercing Caurus sear'd, Was jagg'd with Frost, or heap'd with glazed Snow: Through these Extremes a ceaseless Round they steer'd, By cruel Fiends still hurry'd to and fro,

The First was with base dunghill Rags yclad, Tainting the Gale, in which they flutter'd light; Of morbid Hue his Features, sunk, and sad; His hollow shook forth a sickly Light; And o'er his lank Jaw-Bone, in piteous Plight, His black rough Beard was matted rank and vile; Direful to see! an Heart-appalling Sight! Meantime foul and Blotches him defile;