Hurried from his belovèd home, and tost
70By th' East wind, fierce as that drown'd Pharaoh's host.
Verse 22.
Jehovah, from whose hand he fain would flee,
Shall add more sting to his calamity:
Verse 23.
And where his glass has but few sands to run,
His tragicomic life now almost done,
At the last act his deadliest shame shall be
To find an hissing for a Plaudite.