[T]he Gods are wise, and thriftless deed / Mislikes them, […]

Ratio. YoungBoy is better. What? Make better music. You fell off.

The guard blew his whistle to indicate imminent departure.

Ev'n from the depths of Hell the Damn'd advance, / Th' Infernal Manſions nodding ſeem to dance; / The gaping three-mouth'd Dog forgets to ſnarl, / The Furies harken, and their Snakes uncurl.