Food for the Mind: Or, A New Riddle-book

by John-the-Giant-Killer

With inward rage I burn—but hug the foe,

And breathe out vengeance wherefo'er I go.

Nay, while thus lovingly we seem to agree,

I serve him just as Jove did Semele,

For e'er from me the thoughtless sot retires,

By my embrace consum'd he soon expires.

The HIGHWAY.