XIII. 
All degradation, all sheer infamy, 
Thou shalt endure.  Thy head beneath the mire 
And dung of worthless women shall desire 
As in some hateful dream, at last to lie ; 
Woman must trample thee till thou respire 
That deadliest fume; 
The vilest worms must crawl, the loathliest vampires gloom. 
 
XIV. 
Thou must breath in all poisons ; for thy meat, 
Poison ; for drink, still poison; for thy kiss, 
A serpent's lips !  An agony is this 
That sweats out venom; thy clenched hands, thy feet 
Ooze blood, thine eyes weep blood, thine anguish is 
More keen than death. 
At last—there is no deeper vault of hell beneath ! 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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