The rabble, full of rage and enmity, Now seeks the wretch with word and deed to grieve;
As, it is said, all strip the fallen tree, Which from its roots and wintry winds upheave:
Let rulers in his sad example see, Ill doers in the end shall ill receive.
To view fell Marganor's disastrous fall, Fit penance for his sins, pleased great and small.
