THE ROBBER.
Domine, vim patior.
Isai� xxxviii.
La foible femme brigand�e
Crie, O seigneur on me fait force.
Lors de Dieu la mort est mand�e,
Qui les estrangle � dure estorce.
Death seizes the Robber in the act of theft.
He was one of those people who never think of death until he knocks at the door, and then earnestly entreat him to excuse them for the present, and to be so good as to call another time. -- Smollett