Sinopsis

Thou! whose superior, and aspiring mind Can leave the weakness of thy sex behind; Above its follies, and its fears can rise, Quit the low earth, and gain the distant skies: Whom strength of soul and innocence have taught To think of death, nor shudder at the thought; Say! whence the dread, that can alike engage Vain thoughtless youth, and deep-reflecting age; Can shake the feeble, and appal the strong; Say! whence the terrors, that to death belong? Guilt must be fearful: but the guiltless too Start from the grave, and tremble at the view. The blood-stained pirate, who in neighbouring climes, Might fear, lest justice should o'ertake his crimes, Wisely may bear the sea's tempestuous roar, And rather wait the storm, than make the shore;