Thou most inflammable! thou wasp of men!
Man’s angry heart, inspected, would be found
As rightly set, as are the starry spheres;
’Tis Nature’s structure, broke by stubborn will,
Breeds all that uncelestial discord there.
Wilt thou not feel the bias Nature gave?
Canst thou descend from converse with the skies,
And seize thy brother’s throat?—For what—a clod,
An inch of earth? The planets cry, “Forbear!”
They chase our double darkness; Nature’s gloom, 720