Your bloody comet-laws hang blazing o'er their head;
The respite they enjoy but only lent,
The best they have to hope, protracted punishment.[207]
Be judge yourself, if interest may prevail,
Which motives, yours or mine, will turn the scale.
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While pride and pomp allure, and plenteous ease, }
That is, till man's predominant passions cease, }
Admire no longer at my slow increase. }
By education most have been misled;