There meet with all the plagues that man can bear,
And be as wretched as I’m happy here.
’Twere vain to wish that Heav’n would punish thee,
’Twere vain to invocate the wind and sea,
To fright thee with rude storms, for surely Fate
Without a wish, will punish the ingrate.
Its justice and thy crimes Heav’n so well knows,
That all its creatures it will make thy foes
(If they’re not so already), but none can
Love such a worthless, such a sordid man;