Bitter despight, with rancours rusty knife,
And fretting griefe the enemy of life;
All these, and many evils moe haunt ire,
The swelling Splene,[°] and Frenzy raging rife,
The shaking Palsey, and Saint Fraunces fire:[°]
Such one was Wrath, the last of this ungodly tire.
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And after all, upon the wagon beame
Rode Sathan, with a smarting whip in hand,