Could not have read a more pernicious work;
To me pernicious, who if it were good
Or evil question’d not, nor understood:
Oh! had I little but the book possess’d,
I might have read it, and enjoy’d my rest.”
Alas! poor Allen - through his wealth was seen
Crimes that by poverty conceal’d had been:
Faults that in dusty pictures rest unknown,
Are in an instant through the varnish shown.
He told their cruel mercy; how at last,