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Long time I dragg'd my Days in fruitless Care;
Then loathing Life, and plung’d in deep Despair,
To finish my unhappy Life, I fell
On this sharp Sword, and now am damn’d in Hell.

Short was her Joy; for foon th’insulting Maid
By Heav'n's Decree in the cold Grave was laid,
And as in unrepenting Sin lhe dy’d,

Doom'd to the same bad Place, is punish'd for her
Because she deem'd I well deserv'd to die,
And made a Merit of her Cruelty.
There, then, we met;both try'd,and both were cast,
And this irrevocable Sentence pass’d ;
That she whom I so long pursu'd in vain,
Should suffer from my Hands a lingring Pain :
Renew'd to Life, that she might daily die,
I daily doom'd to follow, she to fly;
No more a Lover but a mortal Foe,
I seek her Life (for Love is none below:)
As often as my Dogs with better speed
Arrest her Flight, is she to Death decreed.
Then with this fatal Sword, on which I dy'd,
I pierce her open'd Back or tender Side,


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And tear that harden'd Heart from out her Breast,
Which, with her Entrails, makes my hungry

Hounds a Feast.
Nor lies she long, but as her Fates ordain,
Springs up to Life, and fresh to second Pain,
Is fav’d to Day, to Morrow to be slain.

This, vers’d in Death, th'infernal Knight relates,
And then for Proof fulfilld their common Fates;
Her Heart and Bowels through her Back he drew,
And fed the Hounds that help'd him to pursue.
Stern look'd the Fiend, as frustrate of his Will,
Not half fuffic'd, and greedy yet to kill.
And now the Soul expiring through the Wound,
Had left the Body breathless on the Ground,
When thus the grisly Spectre fpoke again:
Behold the Fruit of ill-rewarded Pain:
As many Months as I sustain'd her Haté,
So many Years is she condemn'd by Fate
To daily Death'; and ev'ry several Place,
Conscious of her Disdain, and my Disgrace,
Musk witness her juft Punishment; and be
A Scene of Triumph and Revenge to me.

As in this Grove I took my last Farewel,
As on this very spot of Earth I fell,
As Friday saw me die, so she my Prey
Becomes ev’n here, on this revolving Day.

Thus while he spoke, the Virgin from theGround
Upstarted fresh, already clos’d the Wound,
And unconcern’d for all she felt before
Precipitates her Flight along the Shore:

[Blood The Hell-hounds, as ungorg’d with Flesh and Pursue their Prey, and seek their wonted Food: The Fiend remounts his Courser; mends his Pace, And all the Vision vanish'd from the Place.

Longstood the noble Youth opprefs’d with Awe, And stupid at the wond'rous Things he saw Surpasling common Faith; transgressing Nature's

Law. He would have been asleep, and wish'd to wake, But Dreams, he knew, no long Impression make, Though strong at first: If Vision, to what end, But such as must his future State portend ? His Love the Damsel, and himself the Fiend. But yet refleding that it could not be From Heav'n, which cannot impious Acts decree,



Resolv'd within himself to shun the Snare
Which Hell for his Destruction did prepare ;
And as his better Genius should direct,

1 From an ill 'Cause to draw a good Effect.

Inspir'd fromHeav'n he homeward took his way, Nor pall’d his new Design with long delay: But of his Train a trusty Servant sent; To call his Friends together at his Tent. They came, and usual Salutations paid, With Words premeditated thus he said: What you have often counsell’d, to remove : My vain Pursuit of unregarded Love; By Thrift my linking Fortune to repair, Tho'late, yet is at last become my Care: My Heart shall be my own; my vast Expence Reduc'd to bounds, by timely Providence: This only I require; invite for me Honoria, with her Father's Family, Her Friends, and mine; the Cause I shall display, On Friday next, for that's th’appointed Day. Well pleas'd were all his Friends, the Task

was light; The Father, Mother, Daughter they invite;

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Hardly the Dame was drawn to this Repast;
Lai yet refolv'd, because it was the last.
The Day was come; the Guests invited came,
And, with the rest, th’inexorable Dame:
A Feast prepar'd with riotous Expence,
Much Cost, more Care, and most Magnificence.
The Place ordain'd was in that haunted Grove,
Where the revenging Ghost pursu'd his Love:
The Tables in a proud Pavilion spread,
With Flow’rs below, and Tissue over-head:
The rest in rank; Honoria chief in place,
Was artfully contriv'd to set her Face
To front the Thicket, and behold the Chace.
The Feast was ferv'd; the time so well forecast,
That just when the Dessert, and Fruits were

The Fiend's Alarm began; the hollow sound
Sung in the Leaves, the Forest shook around,
Air blackend ; rowl'd the Thunder; groan'd

the Ground.
Nor long before the loud Laments arise,
Of one distress’d, and Mastiffs mingled Cries';

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