They break the laws - then let the laws pursue
The wanton idlers; for the life they live,
Acquit I cannot, but I can forgive.”
This said, a portion from his purse was thrown,
And every heart seem’d happy like his own.
He hurried forth, for now the town was nigh -
“The happiest man of mortal men am I.”
Thou art! but change in every state is near
(So while the wretched hope, the bless’d may fear):
“Say, Where is Laura?” - “That her words must show,”