2690Sure his repentance will be full as dear
As the philosopher's non tanti were.
Ah, foppish monk! did not Bellama's 'no'
Give thee a warning-piece presaging danger,
But thou must headlong rush upon thy woe?
Happy's that man which is to lust a stranger!
If this of dalliance is the constant fee,
Let them d——dally that do list, for me.
Here, when the barking star his sceptre waved,
When in our clime we feel an Ethiope's heat,