As when a river, approaching its destined sea,
is tempered by sycophant streams and loses its
force, thus our hero, drawing near the fated
moment, finds himself weakened by slow committee,
by a mischief of mouths that do dispel his true
purpose, and bidding him meander in doubtful
channels, blunt the swelling course of his intent.
(and no, this has nothing to do with my dissertation, thanks for asking)