Alas, in evil hour of fate

Were we begotten, wretched still,

Whether the sun is lost to us880

Or banished by our impious sins!

But away with vain complaints and fear:

Eager for life is he who would not die,

Though all the world in death around him lie.

FOOTNOTES:

[48] Reading, monstra.

[49] Reading, with a semicolon after Anguis.