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There was an evil in Pandora's box Beyond all other ones, yet it came forth In guise so lovely, that men crowded round And sought it as the dearest of all treasure. Then were they stung with madness and despair: High minds were bow'd in abject misery. The hero trampled on his laurell'd crown, While genius broke the lute it waked no more. Young maidens, with pale cheeks, and faded eyes, Wept till they died. Then there were broken hearts— Insanity and Jealousy, that feeds Unto satiety, yet loathes its food: Suicide digging its own grave; and Hate, Unquenchable and deadly; and Remorse— The vulture feeding on its own life-blood. The evil's name was Love—these curses seem His followers for ever.

re-entered, bearing a crimson velvet casket, and broidered with armorial bearings. "It is getting dark and cold," said he; "let us draw to the fire."