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JOAN OF ARC.
Some pale and nerveless, and with feeble step, 490
And eyes lack-lustre.
"Maiden!" said her guide,
"These are the wretched slaves of Appetite,
Curst with their wish enjoyed: the Epicure
Here pampers his foul frame, till the pall'd sense
Loaths at the banquet: the Voluptuous here 495
Plunge in the tempting torrent of delight,
And sink in misery. All they wish'd on earth,
Possessing here, whom have they to accuse,
But their own folly, for the lot they chose?
Yet, for that these injured themselves alone, 500
They to the houe of Penitence may hie,
And, by a long and painful regimen,
To wearied Nature her exhausted powers
Restore, till they shall learn to form the wish
Of wisdom, and Almighty Goodness grants 505
That prize to him who seeks it."
Whilst he spake,
The board is spread. With bloated paunch, and eye

Fat