In what I builded, planted, bought!
Oh! arrogance! by misery taught—
Soon came a voice! I felt it come:
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"Full be his cup, with evil fraught,
"Demons his guides, and death his doom!"
Then was I cast from out my state;
Two fiends of darkness led my way;
They waked me early, watch'd me late,
My dread by night, my plague by day!