As thus she spake, my shadow me betrayed;
With much ado my hands I scarcely stayed;110
But her blear eyes, bald scalp's thin hoary fleeces,
And rivelled[180] cheeks I would have pulled a-pieces.
The gods send thee no house, a poor old age,
Perpetual thirst, and winter's lasting rage.
FOOTNOTES:
[169] Not in Isham copy or ed A.
[170] "Est quædam, nomine Dipsas, anus."