“I’ve done a pretty job of journey-work!”
Some people will shew symptoms of repentance
When Conscience, like a chastening Angel, smites ’em;
Some from mere dread of the Law’s sentence,
When Newgate, like the very Devil, frights ’em;—
That Virtue’s struggles, in the heart, denotes,
This Vice’s hints, to men’s left ears, and throats.
Now Roger’s conscience, it appears,
Was not, by half, so lively as his fears.
His breast, soon after he was born,