“No!” and he paused - “I surely shall repent:”
Then hurried on - the evil plan was laid,
The wife was guilty, and her friend betray’d,
And Fulham gain’d his wish, and for his will was paid.
Had crimes less weighty on the spirit press’d,
This troubled Conscience might have sunk to rest;
And, like a foolish guard, been bribed to peace,
By a false promise, that offence should cease;
Past faults had seem’d familiar to the view,
Confused if many, and obscure though true;