Within a huge recess, the grewsome birds10
Doth with his quivering, torn-out vitals feed?
By night renewing what the day hath lost,
He lies, an undiminished feast for all.
For what new evil am I now reserved?
O thou grim judge of shades, who'er thou art
Who to the dead doth mete new punishments!
If thou canst still some suffering devise15
Whereat grim Cerberus himself would quake,
And gloomy Acheron be seized with fear,