No one, be sure, will trust the oath of Lok.
“To all an object of contempt and scorn
Thee gods and giants equally despise;
Mere froth and scum each oath by thee that’s sworn,
A cloud that into vapour melts and flies:
No! vacillating traitor! fraudful swain!
For thy good faith I must have surer ground:
The peasant’s dog is fasten’d with a chain;
With his own mouth shall Lok be bound.
“The venom-swelter’d serpent brood