The moon and stars down from the sky,
Ease-loving Naples’ vows, was by;
And every hamlet round about
Declares she was, beyond a doubt.
Now forth the fierce Canidia sprang,
And still she gnawed with rotten fang
Her long sharp unpared thumb-nail. What
Then said she? Yea, what said she not?
“O Night and Dian, who with true
And friendly eyes my purpose view,