But those as sleep, and think not on their sins,
Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and shins—
But, stay; I smell a man of middle earth:—
With trial-fire touch me his finger-end:
If he be chaste, the flame will back descend,
And turn him to no pain; but if he start,
It is the flesh of a corrupted heart:"
on the proof of his iniquity, they proceed to punishment, pinching him, and singing in scorn,
"Fye on sinful fantasy!
Fye on lust and luxury!" &c.[340:A]