Of all obscene, corrupt, offensive things.
Much moisture hurts; but here a sordid bath,
With oily rancor fraught, relaxes more 80
The solid frame than simple moisture can.
Besides, immur’d in many a sullen bay
That never felt the freshness of the breeze,
This slumbring deep remains, and ranker grows
With sickly rest: and (tho’ the lungs abhor 85
To drink the dun fuliginous abyss)
Did not the acid vigour of the mine,