Till all are guilty, rash, and desperate made;
Till to some lawless deed the wretches fly, 200
And in the act or for the acting, die.
The maid was frighten’d—but, if this was true,
Robert for certain no such danger knew;
He always pray’d ere he a trip begun,
And was too happy for a wicked man.
How could a creature, who was always gay, }
So kind to all men, so disposed to pray, }
How could he give his heart to such an evil way? }