Alas! they are, so weak a thing is man,
Crash'd into atoms with a slighting fan.
His blood retires unto his throbbing heart,
His wannèd cheeks with lawn were overspread,
An aspen-trembling loos'ned every part,
His spirits fainted and his vitals fled,
1660And his quick heart with such strong motions beated
That it, though chilled with fear, his body heated.
Ent'ring his chamber, strewèd o'er with rue,
He leaned his head upon his swelling pillow,