Lines On Curll

A poem by Alexander Pope

So when Curll’s Stomach the strong Drench o’ercame,
(Infus’d in Vengenance of insulted Fame)
Th’ Avenger sees, with a delighted Eye,
His long Jaws open, and his Colour fly;
And while his Guts the keen Emeticks urge,
Smiles on the Vomit, and enjoys the Purge.

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