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180 Be freed from Filth; nor cou'd Vulcanian Flame The Stench abolish; or the Savour tame. Nor safely cou'd they shear their fleecy Store; (Made drunk with pois'nous Juice, and stiff with Gore:) Or touch the Web: But if the Vest they wear, Red Blisters rising on their Paps appear, And flaming Carbuncles; and noisom Sweat, And clammy Dews, that loathsom Lice beget: Till the slow creeping Evil eats his way, Consumes the parching Limbs; and makes the Life his prey.