Beware of desp'rate steps! The darkest day

Oh! I could thresh his old jacket till I made his pension jingle in his pockets.

Man disobeys, and deity disowns me.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, And frustrate hope severer than despair.

But oars alone can ne'er prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost.

Damned below Judas; more abhorred than he was.

Reasoning at every step he treads, Man yet mistakes his way, While meaner things, whom instinct leads, Are rarely known to stray.