Lest thou learn his ways, and get a snare to thy soul.—Proverbs, xxii. 24, 25.
Warn all creatures from thee
Henceforth, lest that too heavenly form pretended
To hellish falsehood snare them.
Milton.
In the embattled plain
Though Death exults and claps his raven wings,
Yet reigns he not, even there, so absolute,
So merciless, as in yon frantic scenes
Of midnight revel and tumultuous mirth,