O! when we thus design we do but spread
Nets for our feet, and to our toils are led; 220
Those whom we think we rule their views attain,
And we partake the guilt without the gain.
The Doctor long had thought, till he became
A victim both to avarice and shame;
From his importance, every eye was placed
On his designs—How dreadful if disgraced!
“O! that unknown to him the pair had flown
To that same Green, the project all their own!