A nest of harpies was I doom’d to meet;
What plots, what combinations of deceit!
I see it now - all plann’d, design’d, contrived;
Served by that villain - by this fury wived -
What fate is mine! What wisdom, virtue truth,
Can stand if demons set their traps for youth?
He lose his way? vile dog! he cannot lose
The way a villain through his life pursues;
And thou, deceiver! thou afraid to move,
And hiding close the serpent in the dove!