And their baked lips, with many a bloody crack, Suck'd in the moisture, which like nectar stream'd;

Their throats were ovens, their swoll'n tongues were black,

As the rich man's in hell, who vainly scream'd To beg the beggar, who could not rain back

A drop of dew, when every drop had seem'd To taste of heaven: if this be true, indeed,

Some Christians have a comfortable creed.
LXXXVII.

There were two fathers in this ghastly crew,
And with them their two sons, of whom the one
Was more robust and hardy to the view,

But he died early; and when he was gone, His nearest messmate told his sire, who threw One glance on him, and said, "Heaven's will

be done :