Let the young especially beware of the insidious approacher of evil.
Says Lady Montague:
I have sat on the shore and waited for the gradual approach
of the sea, and have seen its dancing waves and white surf,
and lingered till its gentle notes grew into billows and had
well-nigh swept me from my firmest footing. So have I seen a
heedless youth gazing with a too curious spirit on the sweet
motions and gentle approaches of an inviting pleasure, till it
has detained his eye, and imprisoned his feet, and swelled upon
his soul and swept him to a swift destruction. (Text.)
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