Heaven’s attribute was universal care,
And man’s prerogative to rule but spare.
Ah, how unlike the man of times to come—
Of half that live the butcher and the tomb!
Who, foe to Nature, hears the general groan,
Murders their species, and betrays his own.
But just disease to luxury succeeds,
And every death its own avenger breeds:
The fury-passions from that blood began,
And turned on man a fiercer savage, man.”