On no occasion he received a wound;
He stood in safety, free from all alarm,
Protected, heaven forgive him, by his charm.
But he forgot the date, till came the hour
When he no more had the protecting power;
And then he bade his friends around farewell!
‘I fall!’ he cried, and in the instant fell.
“Behold those infants in the frame beneath!
A witch offended wrought their early death;
She form’d an image, made as wax to melt, 120