And warn’d proceeds and wilful to his fate. 415
But there’s a Passion, whole tempestuous sway
Tears up each virtue planted in the breast,
And shakes to ruins proud philosophy.
For pale and trembling Anger rushes in,
With fault’ring speech, and eyes that wildly stare; 420
Fierce as the Tyger, madder than the seas,
Desperate, and arm’d with more than human strength.
How soon the calm, humane, and polish’d man
Forgets compunction, and starts up a fiend!