The kindness of his faithless mate,
And fiercely on his blows he laid,
’Till her young lover, vanquish’d, swore
He’d play the Confessor no more!
Tho’ fraud is ever sure to find
Its scorpion in the guilty mind:
Yet, Pious Fraud, the Devil’s treasure,
Is always paid, in TENFOLD MEASURE.
EDMUND’S WEDDING.
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving