And all to leave what with his toil he won,
To that unfeathered two-legged thing, a son;[239]
Got, while his soul did huddled notions try;
And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy.
In friendship false, implacable in hate;
Resolved to ruin, or to rule the state.
}
{ To compass this the triple bond he broke;
{ The pillars of the public safety shook;
{ And fitted Israel for a foreign yoke;[240]