They would be hunters—not the game.

Adonis, so the story saith,

Was really simply boared to death!

PROSERPINA.

“Forth reaching to the fruit, she pluk’d, she eat;
Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat
Sighing through all her works gave signs of woe
That all was lost.”

—Milton.

ON Aetna’s isle Dis Pluto drove

His devil-wagon one fine day,