Vile THEODORE was early train'd in sin,
But outward meekness hid the fiend within;
Religion's cloak close veil'd an athiest breast,
Which lust and grossest appetites possess'd.
Soon a dire scheme his brain inventive laid,
And prompt to execute, he seeks the maid;
But soon as he beheld her glowing charms,
His own frail breast a guilty passion warms;
Her graceful eyes, which glow'd with innate fire,
Her mental powers his wondering soul inspire.
To ARNO soon he shew'd an alter'd mind,
And, pleading conscience, the base act resign'd.
Th' impassion'd Baron saw the vile intent,
Quick to perceive, and ardent to resent.