But go where headsmen execute the doom,
Where eyes are gouged, throats gashed, where robbed of prime,
Boys lose all hope of offspring, tender limbs
Are hacked or stoned: where men, impaled alive,
Moan long and bitterly.... Go,
Inhabit, as beseems such form, the den
Of some blood-lapping lion, nor infect
With touch accursed my oracular seat.
Go! herded by no goat-herd, ye fell flock,
Hated of all in Heaven. Away! Depart!