And the light hair, which wantons o'er your face,
Seems grey, so thickly is it plastered over.
RAPACITY OF COURTESANS.
And Anaxilas, in his Neottis, says—
The man whoe'er has loved a courtesan,
Will say that no more lawless worthless race
Can anywhere be found: for what ferocious
Unsociable she-dragon, what Chimæra,
Though it breathe fire from its mouth, what Charybdis,
What three-headed Scylla, dog o' the sea,