taken from the same author:
“As wicked dew as e’er my mother brushed
“With raven’s feather from unwholesome fen,
“Light on you both!” [Tempest.]
“Ye fen-suck’d fogs, drawn by the powerful sun,
“To fall and blast &c.” [King Lear.]
Thus again in Ella:
“O thou, whate’er thy name, or Zabalus or Queede,
“Come steel my sable spright, for fremde and doleful deed—”
from the Dunciad: