But fear forbad, till fear itself supplied
The place of courage, and at length he tried.
He grasp’d the key—Alas! though great his need,
The key turn’d not, the bolt would not recede.
Try then again; for what will not distress?
Again he tried, and with the same success.
Yet one remains, remains untried one door— 610
A failing hope, for two had fail’d before;
But a bold prince, with fifty doors in sight,
Tried forty-nine before he found the right;