Ev'n Them Who Kept Thy

Wickedness Is Weakness.

Swinish Gluttony Never Looks To Heaven Amidst Its Gorgeous Feast; But With Besotted, Base Ingratitude, Cravens And Blasphemes His Feeder.

Rocks Whereon Greatest Men Have Oftest Wreck'd.

So May'st Thou Live, Till Like Ripe Fruit Thou Drop Into Thy Mother's Lap.

O'er Many A Frozen, Many A Fiery Alp, Rocks, Caves, Lakes, Fens, Bogs, Dens, And Shades Of Death.