2830And in these coarse attires they hasted out
To seek Albino through each wood and plain,
Whom we will leave to pace the world about
And see Felice, wet with eye-lid rain,
Whose bondage was the greater, since despair
Blasted all hopes which promised her the air.
The brazen bull, strappado, or the rack,
The faggot-torture, and the piked barrell,
Balanced with his, degrees of sorrow lack:
'Tis with a bulrush to decide a quarrel.