There must be evil in a good like this:
But I’ll be kind - the sick I’ll visit twice,
When now but once, and freely give advice.
Yet let me think again:” - Again he tried,
For stronger reasons on his passion’s side,
And quickly these were found, yet slowly he complied.
The morning came: the common service done,
Shut every door, - the solemn rite begun, -
And, as the priest the sacred sayings read,
The clerk went forward, trembling as he tread: