I’ve been adjudged t’have lost my wit,
Because I preached so loud and well;
And thrown into the dungeon’s pit,
For trampling on the pit of hell.
Such were the evils, man of sin,
That I was fated to sustain;
And add to all, without - within,
A soul defiled with every stain
That man’s reflecting mind can pain;
That pride, wrong, rage, despair, can make;