More dreadful than the hideous thunder-cracks.
Foes inappeasable, that slay
My best contents, around me stand,
Each like a Fury, with a torch in hand;
And fright me from the hopes of one good day.
II.
When I seclude myself, and say
10How frolic will I be,
Unfetter'd from my company
I'll bathe me in felicity!