Thy brother’s weakness I could well foresee,
But had, my girl, more confidence in thee.
Art thou, indeed, before their ark to bow?
I smiled before, but I am angry now.
Thee will they bind by threats, and thou wilt shake
At tales of terror that the miscreants make;
Between the bigot and enthusiast led,
Thou hast a world of miseries to dread: 680
Think for thyself, nor let the knaves or fools
Rob thee of reason, and prescribe thee rules.’