To gain a man who has her peace destroy’d.
Yet more the grieving father feels distress, 450
His error greater, and his motives less;
He finds too late, by stooping to deceit,
It is ourselves and not the world we cheat;
For, though we blind it, yet we can but feel
That we have something evil to conceal;
Nor can we by our utmost care be sure
That we can hide the sufferings we endure.
TALES OF THE HALL.