And where's the tongue that could conceal
The sense that virtue had withstood
Such specious efforts to delude!
Quæ Genus the sensation felt
That bade repenting thoughts to melt;
Nay, he e'en cast his eyes to Heaven,
With doubts that he should be forgiven
For having listen'd to deceit
And almost yielded to the cheat,
Whose principles had he obey'd