Lines addressed to the Grand Conspirators AGAINST HUMAN LIBERTY

Deluded ravagers! enslavers of Mankind, All your ambitious dreams too late (tho' soon) you'll find, Must end in freedom's triumph—slavery dismay— No more shall despotism darken reason's day!

Ah! son's of regal folly and inflated pride Lay all your butchering, murdering schemes aside Let not your hands again in human blood be dy'd!

Kindness—not cruelty—implies parental care: If ye are fathers—let actions shew ye are! Not see, inhumanly, your children wounded! slain! Grief and toil their portion, while your's is all the gain. Sunk in sensual pleasure, you leave them nought but pain.