Dost lie, in constant fear lest even now
The cavern's mass shall fall upon thy head;
Whoever fears the gaping, greedy jaws
Of lions, and in helpless horror looks
Upon the advancing furies' cruel lines;
Whoe'er, half burned, their threat'ning torches shuns:
Oh, listen to the voice of Tantalus80
Fast speeding to your realm; believe the words
Of one who knows, and love your punishment.
But now—Oh, when shall it be mine to flee