To crown thy folly - we have seen enough;
We find thee fitted for each evil work:
Do print the Koran and become a Turk.
“John, thou art lost; success and worldly pride
O’er all thy thoughts and purposes preside,
Have bound thee fast, and drawn thee far aside:
Yet turn; these sin-traps from thy shop expel,
Repent and pray, and all may yet be well.
“And here thy wife, thy Dorothy behold,
How fashion’s wanton robes her form infold!