His Words come slowly, for his Blood is cold; 70
And, the less time he has his Tale to tell,
The longer he on every part will dwell.
Alas! I’m like an old and crippled Steed,
Slow but not sure—yet now I will proceed.
“The tempted Man was Mad and deaf and blind,
And sold his Peace to make an Harlot kind.
He bought what he called Virtue at a Price
She dared not ask, and then he found it Vice.
Her purchased Smiles were as the changeful Ray