Shall soon discover, and discharge the cheat.”
To Doctor Mollet was the grief confess”d,
While Gwyn the freedom of his mind expressed;
Yet own’d it was to ills and errors prone,
And he for guilt and frailty must atone.
“My books, perhaps,” the wav’ring mortal cried,
“Like men deceive; I would be satisfied; -
And to my soul the pious man may bring
Comfort and light: - do let me try the thing.”
The cousins met, what pass’d with Gwyn was told: