Grim Cerberus, round whose Gorgon headA hundred snakes are hissing death,Whose triple jaws black venom shed,And sickening breath.Ixion too and Tityos smooth'dTheir rugged brows: the urn stood dryOne hour, while Danaus' maids were sooth'dWith minstrelsy.Let Lyde hear those maidens' guilt,Their famous doom, the ceaseless drainOf outpour'd water, ever spilt,And all the painReserved for sinners, e'en when dead:Those impious hands, (could crime do more?)Those impious hands had hearts to shedTheir bridegrooms' gore!