The bare-rub'd joint soon bursts the painful bound;
Sinks in th' obdurate plank with racking force,
And ploughs—dire task, its agonizing course!
Nor can they turn to an exchange of pains,
Prest in their narrow cribs, and whelm'd with chains,
Th' afflictive posture all relief denies,
Recruiting sleep the squalid mansion flies,
One long sad groan the feeble throng unite;
One strain of anguish wastes the dismal night.
With broad'ning disk, and slow increasing ray,