Now cross his way, and gravely walk to prayers:
An old companion, whom he long has loved,
By coward fears confess’d his conscience moved;
As the third bottle gave its spirit forth,
And they bore witness to departing worth,
The friend arose, and he too would depart:
“Man,” said the ’Squire, “thou wert not wont to start;
Hast thou attended to that foolish boy,
Who would abridge all comforts, or destroy?”
Yes, he had listen’d, who had slumber’d long,