text:  "Thus plain'd the boys when from her throne of turf With boils emboss'd and overgrown with scurf Vile humours which in life's corrupted well Mix'd at the birth not abstinence could quell Pale Famine rear'd the head; her eager eyes Where hunger ev'n to madness seem'd to rise Speaking aloud her throes and pangs of heart Strain'd to get loose and from their orbs to start