In her own ills' prevention dark and blind?
Dull to advise, to act precipitate,
We scarce think what to do, but when too late.
Or if we think, that fluid thought, like seed,
Rots there to propagate some fouler deed.
Still we repent and sin, sin and repent;
We thaw and freeze, we harden and relent.
Those fires, which cool'd to-day, the morrow's heat
20Rekindles. Thus frail nature does repeat
What she unlearnt, and still, by learning on,