Or else be hang'd." Oh, heart of stone!
What hell-born fury had possest,
Thy vile inhumane spirit thus?
What swelling rage was in thy breast,
That could occasion this disgust,
And make thee show such spleen and rage,
Which life can't cure nor death assuage?
Sure some of Satan's minor imps
Ordained were to be thy guide;
To act the part of sordid pimps,