Revenge is still most dear.
“‘’Tis a dainty draught when first ’tis quaffed,
And they who love it well,
What care they if, when the cup be drained,
It burn like the fire of hell?
“‘Hear then my words: this night thy foe
Hath ta’en a pious thought,
And whines repentance for the deeds
Of ill that he hath wrought;
“‘And he is gone to kneel in prayer