The Debt Is Paid, The Verdict Said, The Furies Laid, The Plague Is Stayed. All Fortunes Made; Turn The Key And Bolt The Door, Sweet Is Death Forevermore. Nor Haughty Hope, Nor Swart Chagrin, Nor Murdering Hate, Can Enter In. All Is Now Secure And Fast; Not The Gods Can Shake The Past; Flies-To The Adamantine Door Bolted Down Forevermore. None Can Re'Nter There,-- No Thief So Politic, No Satan With A Royal Trick Steal In By Window, Chink, Or Hole, To Bind Or Unbind, Add What Lacked, Insert A Leaf, Or Forge A Name, New-Face Or Finish What Is Packed, Alter Or Mend Eternal Fact.