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Thence to * Wentbrig, where vile Wretches,
Hideous Hags and odious Witches;
Writhen Count'nance, and mishapen,
Are by some foul, Bug-Bear taken:
These infernal Seats inherit,
Who contract with such a Spirit.

Thence to Ferrybrig, sore wearied,
Surefoot, but in Spirit cheered:
I the Grape no sooner tasted,
But my Melancholy wasted:
Never was wild Boar more fellish,
Tho' the Wine did smally relish.

Thence to † Pomfret, as long since is,
Fatal to our ‡ English Princes;
For the choicest § Liquorice crowned,
And for sundry Acts renowned:
A Louse
*  
In a Rock Want built her Booth,
Where no Creature dwells but Sloth.
†  
The tragic State of English Kings stood here,
Which to their Urns pays Tribute with a Tear.
‡  
Here stood that fatal Theatre of Kings,
Which for Revenge mounts up with airy Wings.
§  
Here Liquorice grows upon their mellow'd Banks'
Decking the Spring with her delicious Plants.
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