Of him—and ask it humbly then—
Who reigns in this infernal den—
Where all beside in woe repine? 270
Yes, yes, I must: nor tongue nor pen
Can paint such misery as mine!
XXXV.
Wretches! if ye were only poor,
You would my sympathy engage;
Or, were ye vicious, and no more,
I might be fill’d with manly rage;