But the Deity of whom we now write is the earth, and is easy to distinguish from her daughter. […] Pain is my element, as hate is thine; Ye rend me now; I care not. […] Fame is at least by heavenly promise due, To life so short, and now dishonoured too. […] He was now as anxious to be delivered from this fatal gift, as he was before to receive it, and implored the god to revoke a present so fatal to the recipient. […] Where the violets lie may be now your home.