All worms and rottenness within!
A flickering, phosphorescent, ray,
That springs from bodies in decay,[n]
To warn the Nations to keep clear,
And straight through right to Freedom steer!
Good Heavens! it almost drives me mad,
To hear each simpering, yard-stick lad,
And every pettifogging ass,
With brain of lead and brow of brass,
Hiss thus; “We want a one-man rule,