Fly from my peaceful cottage-door!

No day, no hour, no moment shalt thou stay.

I know thy falsehood, scorn thy arts,

Distrust thy smiles, and fear thy darts;

Traitor, begone, and seek some other to betray!”

“Does age, old man, your wits confound?”

Replied the offended God, and frowned;

(His frown was sweet as is the Virgin’s smile!)