Look to it, if thou disobey my words,
How great a storm and triple wave of ills,[[203]]
Not to be 'scaped, shall come on thee; for first,
With thunder and the levin's blazing flash
The Father this ravine of rock shall crush,
And shall thy carcase hide, and stern embrace
Of stony arms shall keep thee in thy place.
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And having traversed space of time full long,
Thou shalt come back to light, and then his hound,