Encountering death in all his ugliest forms.
His cheeks were haggard, hollow was his eye,
Where madness lurk'd, conceal'd in misery;
Want, and th' ungentle world, had taught a part,
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And prompted cunning to that simple heart:
He now bethought him, he would roam no more,
But live at home and labour as before.
Here clothed and fed, no sooner he began
To round and redden, than away he ran;