2870Tortures shall ne'er unman me; but I'll be
Albino, Malice, 'spite of her and thee.
Delays ofttimes, from time's secluded parts,
Bring help to helpless not expecting aid;
Some of the gods will pity these my smarts,
Not suffer them to whet the sexton's spade.
Or if the gods—'midst flames then scorpion-like
I'll gore my breast, and fall on mine own pike.
Yet had I suff'red for a courteous one,
These woes should ne'er had power t' have raised a sorrow