Now o'er the one half-world nature seems dead and withered murder, alarmed by his sentinel, the wolf whose howl's his watch. Thus with his stealthy pace, with Tarquin's ravishing strides towards his design moves like a ghost.
Um heiminn hálfan virđist náttúran dauđ, og hrímgrátt morđ, vakiđ af sínum vörđum, úlfunum, međ ũlfurmerkjum, læđist laumuskrefum á Tarkvins stiklu-stjái ađ sinni bráđ sem vofa á ferđ.