The breath was fetch’d, and with huge lab’rings heav’d. 560
At last a heavy pain oppress’d the head,
A wild delirium came; their weeping friends
Were strangers now, and this no home of theirs.
Harass’d with toil on toil, the sinking powers
Lay prostrate and o’erthrown; a ponderous sleep 565
Wrapt all the senses up: They slept and died.
In some a gentle horror crept at first
O’er all the limbs; the sluices of the skin
Withheld their moisture, till by art provok’d