Samuel Hayes.

Guilt is a timorous thing, ere perpetration:

Despair alone makes guilty men be bold.

Coleridge.

And oh, that pang, where more than madness lies!

The worm that will not sleep, and never dies;

Thought of the gloomy day, and ghastly night,

That dreads the darkness, and yet loathes the light:

That winds around, and tears the quivering heart,

Ah! wherefore not consume it and depart!