Chapter 1505 of 1964 · 64 words · ~1 min read

LXXIII.

Or say they are like virtuous mermaids, whose Beginnings are fair faces, ends mere fishes;-- Not that there's not a quantity of those Who have a due respect for their own wishes. Like Russians rushing from hot baths to snows[642] Are they, at bottom virtuous even when vicious: They warm into a scrape, but keep of course, As a reserve, a plunge into remorse.