Valmiki,
The Ramayana of Valmiki — Canto XIX: The Rousing of Khara
(1870s)
“ Ill-fated fool, he little knows Death's noose around his neck he throws, Who rashly met thee, and a draught Of life-destroying poison quaffed. Strong, fierce as death, 'twas thine to choose Thy way at will, each shape to use ”
