Note 284 — PART II
Reading edition
The edition of 1809 adds:
"That gloomy race lead up the evening dance, Skip on the sands, or dart the alluring glance: Sincere are they?—no—on your gold they doat— And in one hour—for that would cut your throat. All is deceit—half hell is in their song And from the silent thought?—You have done us wrong!"