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!