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.