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Now the nuptial joy is marr’d!
Now the mother’s hope debarr’d!

Midst prisons of the ghastly dead,
Whence smiling hope is ever fled,
Himgrimner shall thy durance keep,
With watchful eyes that never sleep.
Squalid youths with ghastly grin,
In hollow bitter roots shall bring,
Urine of the unsav’ry goat,
To quell the parchings of thy throat.

Better cups shall never grace
The orgies of that direful place.
All thy prayers shall cease to move,
The soul of disappointed love.
Mark the giant! mark him well!
Hear me his attendants tell!
Can’st thou with the Fiends engage,
Madness, Impotence, and Rage?
Thus thy torments I describe:
The furies in my breast subside;