EPILOGUE 
  
  
MINE heart at ease, I climbed the promon-
tory 
Whence one may contemplate the town 
outspread— 
Hospital, brothel, jail, hell, purgatory, 
  
Where each thing monstrous rears its pros-
pered head! 
Well know’st thou Satan (ease this woe 
of mine!) 
I went not thither useless tears to shed, 
  
But an old lecher with’s old concubine, 
To madden sense on the enormous bitch 
Whose hellish charm pours youth for me 
like wine 
  
Whether thou sleep in morning’s sheets 
(dear witch!) 
Heavy, obscure, and chill; or preen thee, 
vain, 
In evening’s veils, with gold embroidery 
rich.