To wake in man her salutary fears.
James, restless grown—for no such mind can rest— 280
Would build a house, that should his wealth attest;
In fact, he saw, in many a clouded face, }
A certain token of his own disgrace, }
And wish’d to overawe the murmurs of the place. }
The finish’d building show’d the master’s wealth,
And noisy workmen drank his Honour’s health—
“His and his heirs”—and at the thoughtless word
A strange commotion in his bosom stirr’d.