Oh, foes unnat’ural! Nature so misbred

“Oh, foes unnat’ural! Nature so misbred, Race of thy race’s name disgrace that art! Degenerates! caitiffs! say what feeble Dread, Sans wisdom, reason, all Man’s better part, Have made a gallant people, born and bred Loyal and brave with clean and candid heart, Offend in such base guise? But I suspect Amid the Great this be the least defect.”