Affording fuel to her quenchless fire,
But death’s too good, and life too sweet for these,
That wanting both should taste of neither’s ease.
4.
In Rome the gaping gulf would not decrease,
Till Curtius corse had closed her yearning jaws:
In Thebes the rot and murrain would not cease,
Till Laius brood had paid for breach of laws:
In Britain wars and discord will not stent,
Till Uther’s line and offspring quite be spent.