That rose columnar o’er his step-dame’s grave.
But as he leaned against its marble base,
The pillar crushed him, toppling from its place.
Ye step-sons, who would flee his wretched doom,
Beware approaching e’en a step-dame’s tomb.
Here is a thing or two, appertaining to love and women, and so forth, just as such things have been described since Adam first gazed in pleased astonishment upon Eve,
“That would be woo’d, and not unsought be won,”
“The amorous bird of night
Sung spousal, and bid haste the evening star
On his hill-top to light the bridal lamp.”