Vile Varia's fickle and inconstant train,
Perpetual torments of my harassed days:
Their nightly thefts my fruits, my flowers sustain,
Their wanton goats o'er all my vineyards graze,
My corn lies scattered, and my fences blaze,
My friends, my followers they basely lure;
I know their mischievous detested ways!
My castle vainly have I built so sure
While from their treacherous wiles my life is insecure.