XXII

For the sweet savour of the roasted meat

Tempted him though immortal. Natheless

He checked his haughty will and did not eat.

Though what it cost him words can scarce express.

And every wish to put such morsels sweet

Down his most sacred throat, he did repress;

But soon within the lofty portalled stall

He placed the fat and flesh and bones and all.