“Fair Eriphyle the rich gift beheld, And her sick breast with secret envy swelled. Not the late omens and the well-known tale To cure her vain ambition aught avail. O had the wretch by self-experience known The future woes, and sorrows not her own! But fate decrees her wretched spouse must bleed, And the son’s frenzy clear the mother’s deed.”

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Isaiah 37:38:⁠—

“And it came to pass, as he was worshipping in the house of Nisroch his god, that Adrammelech and Sharezer, his sons, smote him with the sword; and they escaped into the land of Armenia, and Esarhaddon, his son, reigned in his stead.”