“Retire to rocks and desart-wilds,
“Or shade the Murd’rer’s tomb.
VII.
“Or rather haste to Pluto’s realm;
“There hide thy hated head,
“And flourish still unrival’d there;
“Where Styx’ nine streams are spread.
VIII.
“But here may ev’ry healing flow’r
“In prime of beauty bloom: