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He strives to look worse; he keeps all in awe;
Tird, now I leave this place, and but pleas'd fo
B A Giant famous in Romances.
Confounds the civil, keeps the rude in awe,
270 Frighted, I quit the room, but leave it fo As men from Jayls to execution
go ; For hung with deadly fins I see the wall, And lin'd with Giants deadlier than 'em all : Each man an Afkapart, of Strength to toss For quoits, both Temple-bar and Charing-cross. Scard at the grizly forms, I sweat, I fly, And shake all o'er like a discover'd spy. 279
Courts are too much for wits so weak as mine: Charge them with Heaven's Artill’ry, bold Divine ! From such alone the Great rebukes endure, Whose Satire's sacred, and whose
secure: 'Tis mine to wash a few light stains, but theirs To deluge sin, and drown a Court in tears. 285 Howe'er what's now Apocrypha, my Wit, In time to come, may pass for holy writ.
Ver. 274. For bung with deadly fins] The Room hung with eld Tapestry, representing the seven deadly fins,