And bless the devil to let them farms Of forfeit foul, on no worfe terms. This faid, a near and louder fhout Of outward men, and bulks and paunches, And rather fave a crippled piece 1665 1670 Of all their crufh'd and broken members, 1675 Still preffing on with heavy packs The charges of the forlorn rear, 1680 But, borne down headlong by the rout, Parts, Canto 2.Line 1595. |