Ranging the world to note e’en purposed crime

In burning characters, had laid aside

Their everlasting attributes for thee?”

O blind security! He in whose dread hand

The lightnings vibrate, holds them back, until

The trampler of this goodly earth hath reach’d

His pyramid height of power; that so his fall

May with more fearful oracles make pale

Man’s crown’d oppressors!

Con. Oh! reproach him not!