O’erflow; a short relief from former ills.
Beneath repeated shocks the wretches pine;
The vigour sinks, the habit melts away; 140
The chearful, pure and animated bloom
Dies from the face, with squalid atrophy
Devour’d, in sallow melancholy clad.
And oft the sorceress, in her sated wrath,
Resigns them to the furies of her train; 145
The bloated Hydrops, and the yellow fiend
Ting’d with her own accumulated gall.