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 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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