Next Thalaba came, that selfslaying destroyer,
Of readers and conjurors too the annoyer;
Let him murder magicians, and all their relations,
But why did he murder our rhyme[82] and our patience?
Then Madoc’s adventures so ably were sung,
You’d think they were told in his own native tongue.[83]
For the curse of Kehama one cannot help dreading it,
The curse is so cursedly felt in the reading it.
Then a Monarch of Spain—how strange he should blast one!
For though he’s a Goth he might surely have past one,