The fear of hell, or aiming to be blest, savors too much of private in >>
Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain >>
I wish my deadly foe, no worse than want of fiends, and empty purse. >>
This is the curse of an evil deed, that it incites and must bring fort >>
Curses always recoil on the head of him who imprecates them. If you pu >>
Vexed sailors cursed the rain, for which poor shepherds prayed in vain.