There stood a Hill not far whose griesly top Belch'd fire and rowling smoak; the rest entire Shon with a glossie scurff, undoubted sign That in his womb was hid metallic Ore, The work of Sulphur.
I was afflicted with a succession of boils, sometimes two or three together, each when heal'd left round about it spots of scurff, which obstinately continu'd.