Where reign dismay, despair, disgrace;
Furies with iron fangs were there,
To torture that accursed race,
Doomed to dismay, disgrace, despair.
Harmless I was, yet hunted down
For treasons, to my soul unfit;
I've been pursued through many a town,
For crimes that petty knaves commit;
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I've been adjudged t' have lost my wit,