Golding

The prisoner died Last night of hunger, after he had gnaw’d His hand off, save what dangled in the chains. Poor man! three weary days he was forgotten; ’Tis horrible—most horrible, and proves Our cannibal nature. For, alas! I’ve heard, That in the flowery vale of Annandale, In ancient times, there dwelt a savage people Call’d Ordovitians, who devour’d their prisoners; And that the monstrous wives of such sad husbands Slew them, if they forsook the battle-field, Or were defeated.