Two heavy buildings also rested there,
By them unnoticed, and no less his care.
A curse upon his meals he often had,
And saw with joy it made another glad.
Strangest of all, for every house he let,
A half a score of insects did beset.
At length he did become a seasoned dish,
To grace a throne, which suited well his wish;
And all this while an arrow, mind, was in him,
Which to the things he loved did firmly pin him.