And now, with horror, FLORIO views
The wild confusion which ensues;
Marks where th' infernal furies hold
Their orgies foul o'er heaps of gold;
And demons dire appear to rise,
Guarding the horrid mysteries;
Marks how deforming passions tear
The bosoms of the losing fair;
How haggard looks, convulsive faces,
Banish the frighten'd loves, and graces!
Touch'd with disdain, with horror fir'd,
He thought of CELIA, and retir'd.