“Oh! fly the danger of this fatal hour;
I am thy Conscience, faithful, fond, and true:
Ah, fly this thought, or evil must ensue;
Fall on thy knees, and pray with all thy soul,
Thy purpose banish, thy design control:
Let every hope of such advantage cease,
Or never more expect a moment’s peace.”
Th’ affrighten’d man a due attention paid,
Felt the rebuke, and the command obey’d.
Again the wife rebell’d, again express’d