O’er thy distinguish’d fate, and, clustering there
Thick as the locusts on the land of Nile,
Made death more deadly, and more dark the grave.
Reflect (if not forgot my touching tale) 240
How was each circumstance with aspics arm’d?
An aspic, each! and all, a hydra woe:
What strong Herculean virtue could suffice?—
Or is it virtue to be conquer’d here?
This hoary cheek a train of tears bedews;
And each tear mourns its own distinct distress;