Deeply he sank; obey’d each passion’s call,
And used his reason to defend them all.
Shall I proceed, and step by step relate
The odious progress of a Sinner’s fate?
No - let me rather hasten to the time
(Sure to arrive!) when misery waits on crime.
With Virtue, prudence fled; what Shore possessed
Was sold, was spent, and he was now distressed:
And Want, unwelcome stranger, pale and wan,
Met with her haggard looks the hurried man: