Insult his pangs, and her despair excite;
Bring death in view, and then the stroke suspend,
And draw out tortures till his life should end;
O! it should stand recorded in all time,
How they transgress’d, and he avenged the crime!
In this bad world should all his business cease,
He would not seek—he would not taste of peace; 640
But wrath should live till vengeance had her due,
And with his wrath his life should perish too.
His girls—not his—he would not be so weak—