Reasons so full and plain for doing well,
But that they may be used as roads to Hell.
”Penalties”?—
As manifold, various.
The Lapithæ know it, Pirithous,
Tantalus, Ixion. I have held my breath
At black rock threatening, not, welcome Death,
But—for Shadows may feel—mangled, crushed bones,
Dragging eternally over jagged stones.—
That, in act to fall, ever seemed in air.—