And lives within his Royal Master's breast)
Can rake for Scandal in his private life,
And widen breaches between man and wife;
Who casts a stone (like some unthinking Elf),
That haply shall recoil against himself!
Anguish, Remorse, and Terror seize his Soul,
And waste it quick where fiends malicious howl;
May those rank pests through which his father fell,
Announce his coming to the Gates of Hell!
And yet, or ere he plunge into the Lake,