Hence impositions of the grossest kind,
Hence thought is feeble, understanding blind;
Hence sums enormous by those cheats are made,
And deaths unnumber’d by their dreadful trade.
Alas! in vain is my contempt express’d,
To stronger passions are their words address’d;
To pain, to fear, to terror, their appeal,
To those who, weakly reasoning, strongly feel.
What then our hopes? - perhaps there may by law
Be method found these pests to curb and awe;