Lies the last meal all undigested still?

Does chyle impure your poisoned lacteals fill?

Does Gastrodynia’s tiny gimlet bore,

Where the crude load obstructs the rigid door?

Or does the fiery heartburn flay your throat?

Do darkling specks before your eyeballs float?

Do fancied sounds invade your startled ear?

Does the stopt heart oft wake to pulseless fear?

Your days all listless, and your nights all dream,

Of Pustule, Ecchymose, and Emphyseme;