RIGHTEOUS OVERMUCH.
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The youthful Furius sped so fast Before his folly's roaring wind, His wildest mates he overpass'd, And health and sense were left behind. Now turned fanatic devotee He deems his mother church too slow, So charters some new craft that he A readier way to Heaven may go. Take heed, my Furius, lest you sail For love and patience all too fast, Without their convoy faith may quail A prey to pirate pride at last. |
INEXPERIENCE.
Eye of stranger magnifies danger.