Th' oppressive, sturdy, man-destroying villains,
Who ravag'd kingdoms, and laid empires waste,
And in a cruel wantonness of power

Thinn'd states of half their people, and gave up
To want the rest; now, like a storm that's spent,
Lie hush'd, and meanly sneak behind the covert.
Vain thought! to hide them from the general

scorn,

That haunts and dogs them like an injur'd ghost
Implacable! Here too the petty tyrant,
Whose scant domains geographer ne'er notic'd,
And, well for neighb'ring grounds, of arm

short;

Who fix'd his iron talons on the poor,

And grip'd them like some lordly beast of prey,
Deaf to the forceful cries of gnawing hunger,
And piteous plaintive voice of misery
(As if a slave were not a shred of nature,
Of the same common nature with his lord);

as

Now tame and humble, like a child that's

whipp'd,

Shakes hands with dust, and calls the worm his

kinsman !

Nor pleads his rank and birthright. Under ground Precedency's a jest; vassal and lord,

Grossly familiar, side by side consume!

When self-esteem, or other's adulation,

Would cunningly persuade us we were something

The Counseller King, Warner Mother & Child, in the Tomb