One man's condition fitted to his mind.
Alternate real or imagin'd woes
Disturb our life and all our joys oppose.
Nor can my muse the mournful tale avoid,
What numbers zeal and brav'ry have destroy'd,
The gen'rous, faithful, uncorrupted band,
Design'd deliv'rers of a sinking land.
Tho' good, unfortunate; oppress'd, tho' brave;
See spiteful foes pursue them to the grave.
Unshaken loyalty is all their crime,