Your deeds, your infamies, by sea and shore,
Go gaily on without the least compunction
Just as they went before.
We are not caught with olive-buds for baiting;
Something is needed just a shade less crude,
Something, for instance, faintly indicating
The penitential mood.
While still the stain is on your hands extended
We'll hold no commerce with your frigid spells,
Even though such a move were recommended