Each feels the Craft that Each was doom’d to meet—
Time past in Folly or in Mischief spent,
Time present to regret and Suffering lent;
While feeble Hopes in either Bosom reign, }
That Death in time to come would snap their Chain }
And free from Thraldom one, and one release from Pain. }
Tale V.
l. 1. Withers.
after l. 44:
But Flesh and Blood are only white and red,