But to the doubters in his doubts applied;
When all together might in freedom speak,
And their loved truth with mutual ardour seek.
Alas! though men who feel their eyes decay
Take more than common pains to find their way,
Yet, when for this they ask each other’s aid,
Their mutual purpose is the more delay’d:
Of all their doubts, their reasoning clear’d not one,
Still the same spots were present in the sun:
Still the same scruples haunted Edward’s mind,