Than to abide with guilt and fraud again;
A grave impostor! who expects to meet,
In such gray locks and gravity, deceit?
Where the sea rages and the billows roar,
Men know the danger, and they quit the shore;
But, be there nothing in the way descried,
When o’er the rocks smooth runs the wicked tide -
Sinking unwarn’d, they execrate the shock
And the dread peril of the sunken rock.”
A frowning world had now the man to dread,