Shall, in its fulness of destruction, fall,
Outraging, desolating, whelming all!
At length th' unfeeling colleagues close combine,
And midnight council broods the black design;
Strikes the first link of the tremend'ous chain,
Whose motion vibrates thro' the realms of pain.
Th' insatiate thirst of av'rice to supply,
Or fill the pomp of fancy's changing eye;
For vice, intemp'rance, passion, to provide,
To dress up folly, or to pamper pride,