But is the laurel to the soldier due,
Who, cautious, comes not into danger’s view?
What worth has Virtue by Desire untried,
When Nature’s self enlists on Duty’s side?
The married dame in vain assail’d the truth
And guarded bosom of the Hebrew youth;
But with the daughter of the Priest of On
The love was lawful, and the guard was gone;
But Joseph’s fame had lessened in our view,
Had he, refusing, fled the maiden too.