Which coming generations will refuse
To hear! Behold, from breasts yet warm with life,755
The exta, plucked away, lie quivering,
The lungs still breathe, the timid heart still beats.
But he the organs with a practiced hand
Turns deftly over, and inquires the fates,
Observing carefully the viscera.
With this inspection satisfied at length,
With mind at ease, he now is free to plan760
His brother's awful feast. With his own hand