Then vindicates the deed, and makes the mind his prey.
Unhappy man! what pains he takes to state -
(Proof of his fear!) that all below is fate;
That all proceed in one appointed track,
Where none can stop, or take their journey back:
Then what is vice or virtue? - Yet he’ll rail
At priests till memory and quotation fail;
He reads, to learn the various ills they’ve done,
And calls them vipers, every mother’s son.
He is the harlot’s aid, who wheedling tries