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]