Yet think again! but distantly art thou

Allied with Utgard-Lok, who reigns below:

Naught with that chief in common dost thou share;

He, frightful to behold; thou, wondrous fair.

Like rose-bud thou, t’embalm the air design’d;

Like deadly nightshade he, to blast mankind.

Yet oft the virtues of a child suffice

To expiate her father’s crimes and vice:

From unlike sources various products spring;

Joy sometimes grief; misfortune bliss doth bring.