Costanza was of aspect beautiful

Exceedingly, and seemed, although in age

Sixty about, to far surpass her peers

The coëtaneous dames, in youth and grace.

Done the misdeed, its author takes to flight,

Foiling thereby the justice of the world:

Not God's however,—God, be sure, knows well

The way to clutch a culprit. Witness here!

The present sinner, when he least expects,

Snug-cornered somewhere i' the Basilicate,