You lavish’d more than might support three days. 185
A heavy morning comes; your cares return
With tenfold rage. An anxious stomach well
May be endur’d; so may the throbbing head:
But such a dim delirium, such a dream,
Involves you; such a dastardly despair 190
Unmans your soul, as madd’ning Pentheus felt
When, baited round Citheron’s cruel sides,
He saw two suns, and double Thebes ascend.
You curse the sluggish Port; you curse the wretch,