« EelmineJätka »
How fome with fwords their fleeping lords have flain,
And fome have hammer'd nails into their brain,
And fome have drench'd them with a deadly po
409 All this he read, and read with great devotion. Long time I heard, and fwell'd, and blush'd, and frown'd;
But when no end of these vile tales I found,
And down he fettled me with hearty blows.
Oh! thou haft flain me for
my wealth (I cry'd) Yet I forgive thee---take my last embrace--- 421 He wept, kind foul! and stoop'd to kiss my face; I took him fuch a box as turn'd him blue, Then figh'd and cry'd, Adieu, my dear, adieu! But after many a hearty struggle past,
I condescended to be pleas'd at laft.
Receiv'd the reins of abfolute command,
And bless those fouls my conduct help'd to fave!