And, seldom pardoning, never trust again;
Urged by religion, they forgive - but yet
Guard the warm heart, and never more forget:
Those are like wax - apply them to the fire,
Melting, they take th’ impressions you desire;
Easy to mould and fashion as you please,
And again moulded with an equal ease:
Like smelted iron these the forms retain,
But once impress’d, will never melt again.
A busy port a serious Merchant made