The wealth of climes where savage nations roam,
Pillag’d from slaves to purchase slaves at home;
Fear, pity, justice, indignation, start,
Tear off reserve, and bare my swelling heart; 390
Till, half a patriot, half a coward grown,
I fly from petty tyrants to the throne.
Yes, brother, curse with me that baleful hour,
When first ambition struck at regal power,
And thus polluting honour in its source, 395
Gave wealth to sway the mind with double force.