Till in our eyes another sight we met; When fro my heart a sigh forthwith I set, Ruing alas upon the woeful plight Of MISERY, that next appear'd in sight. His face was lean, and some-deal pin'd away, For on his carcase raiment had he none, His food, for most, was wild fruits of the tree, Unless sometime some crums fell to his share, Which in his wallet long, God wot, kept he; As on the which full daintily he would fare: His drink the running stream; his cup the bare Of his palm clos'd, his bed the hard cold ground. To this poor life was MISERY ybound, Whose wretched state when we had well beheld, Of greedy CARE, still brushing by the breers; His knuckles knob’d, his flesh deep dented in, With tawed hands, and hard ytanned skin. The morrow gray no sooner hath begun But let the night's black misty mantle rise, By him lay heavy SLEEP, the cousin of Death, The body's rest, the quiet of the heart, The travel's ease, the still night's seer was he; And next in order sad OLD AGE we found: There heard we him with broken and hollow plaint And all for nought his wretched mind torment With sweet remembrance of his pleasures past, And fresh delights of lusty youth forewaste; Recounting which, how would he sob and shriek, And to be young again of Jove beseek. But, an' the cruel fates so fixed be That time forepast cannot return again, This one request of Jove yet prayed he, That in such wither'd plight and wretched pain As eld, (accompanied with his loathsome train) Had brought on him, all were it woe and grief, He might awhile yet linger forth his life; And not so soon descend into the pit, Where Death, when he the mortal corpse hath slain, With reckless hand in grave doth cover it, Thereafter never to enjoy again The gladsome light, but in the ground ylain, But who had seen him sobbing, how he stood He would have mus'd, and marvell'd much whereon This wretched age should life desire to feign, And knows full well life doth but length his pain. Crook'd back'd he was, tooth-shaken, and blear-eyed, Went on three feet and sometimes crept on four, With old lame bones, that rattled by his side, His scalp all pil'd, and he with eld forlore: His wither'd fist still knocking at death's door, And fast by him pale MALADY was plac'd, Ne could she brook no meat but broths alone. But O the doleful sight that then we see; With greedy looks, and gaping mouth that cried, And roar'd for meat as she should there have died; Her body thin and bare as any bone, Whereto was left nought but the case alone. And that, alas, was knawn on every where, All full of holes, that I ne mought refrain From tears, to see how she her arms could tear, And with her teeth gnash on the bones in vain; When all for nought she fain would so sustain Her starven corpse, that rather seem'd a shade, Than any substance of a creature made. Great was her force, whom stone wall could not stay; Her tearing nails snatching at all she saw; With gaping jaws that by no means ymay Be satisfied from hunger of her maw ; But eats herself as she that hath no law: On her while we thus firmly fix'd our eyes, As made hell gates to shiver with the might,h Wherewith a dart we saw how it did light Right on her breast, and therewithal pale DEATH Enthrilling it to reve her of her breath. And by and by a dumb dead corpse we saw, Against whose force in vain it is to fight; His dart anon out of the corpse he took, His body dight with nought but bones, perdie, h What an admirable and highly poetical line! |