Thus in my throat I thrust the knife
And with a blow I end me quite.
Faction has damned full many a wight.
THE DEVIL
To Hell’s convocation, in unending dole,
I summon this soul to its final fruition.
The folly of men who in factions enroll
And for some princeling get damned to perdition!
They are ours! all ours, who in this condition
Persist stubborn-hearted despite of all ill.