ye poor, despised, abandoned vagabonds,

whom vice, as usual, has turn'd o'er to ruin.

oh! but for friends and interposing heaven,

i had been driven forth like you forlorn,

the most detested, worthless wretch among you!

o injured god! thy goodness has endow'd me

with talents passing most of my peers,

which i in just proportion have abused—

as far surpassing other mon viins

as thou in natural parts has given me more.