ALL devil as I am, a damned wretch, A harden’d, stubborn, unrepenting villain, Still my heart melts at human wretchedness; And with sincere tho’ unavailing sighs I view the helpless children of distress. With tears indignant I behold th’ oppressor Rejoicing in the honest man’s destruction, Whose unsubmitting heart was all his crime. Even you, ye helpless crew, I pity you; Ye, whom the seeming good think sin to pity; Ye poor, despis’d, abandon’d vagabonds, Whom Vice, as usual, has turn’d o’er to Ruin. O but for kind, tho’ ill-requited friends, I had been driven forth like you forlorn, The most detested, worthless wretch among you! O injur’d God! Thy goodness has endow’d me With talents passing most of my compeers, Which I in just proportion have abus’d, As far surpassing other common villains, As Thou in natural parts hadst given me more.
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