Damaetas
In
law
an
infant,
and
in
years
a
boy,
In
mind
a
slave
to
every
vicious
joy,
From
every
sense
of
shame
and
virtue
wean'd;
In
lies
and
adept,
in
deceit
a
fiend;
Versed
in
hypocrisy,
while
yet
a
child;
Fickle
as
wind,
of
inclinations
wild;
Woman
his
dupe,
his
heedless
friend
a
tool;
Old
in
the
world,
though
scarcely
broke
from
school;
Damaetas
ran
through
all
the
maze
of
sin,
And
found
the
goal
when
others
just
begin:
Even
still
conflicting
passions
shake
his
soul,
And
bid
him
drain
the
dregs
of
pleasure's
bowl;
But,
pall's
with
vice,
he
breaks
his
former
chain,
And
what
was
once
his
bliss
apeears
his
bane.
