“And check the boast of Pride.”
FABLE XX.
The DEADLY NIGHTSHADE[23].
I.
“DETESTED weed, enrag’d, I said,
“That spread’st thy poison’d train
“In this fair land, midst blooming flow’rs,
“Which grace the happy plain!
II.
“Thy baleful root most surely springs
“From deep Tartarean shade;