Classic Poem

Then all bad Passions mingled in the strife:
Hate, with clos'd lips and cold unaltered eye,
Defied his enemy: Black Revenge rushed forth:
And Envy with his hidden knife came on,
Stealing behind his prey. This way and that,
(Scared by the trumpet or the sullen drum)
Fled Beauty, mocked by Vice; and helpless Age;
And timorous Youth; whilst Murder, with hot eyes,
Spent breath, and staggering through the slippery streets,
Paused for a while, and with red dripping fingers
Wiped from his sweating brow his cloud of hair,
And reckoned his harvest 'round.