Wait, then, wait, O my soul! grow, grow, ye locks,
Then perish they, and if need is, I too.
Sp. (aside.) A truly admirable proceeding!
Could there be finer special pleading
When scruples would be interceding?
There’s no occasion I should stay;
He is working out, his own queer way,
The sum I set him; and this day
Will bring it, neither less nor bigger,
Exact to my predestined figure.