Nor paused, nor drew his rein before
He heard Cerberus’ welcome roar,
And sniffed the smell of singeing soul
By which he knew he’d reached his goal.
Ceres, Proserpina’s mamma,
Was almost crazed with grief and fear;
(As to Proserpina’s papa,
His name I never chanced to hear),
She cursed for all that she was worth
The crops and fruits of Mother Earth;