Verse 1
Ah woe is me whom Thorns surround,
Who still with Briers and Scorpions dwell,
With spiteful Men of c[rimes] profound
Whose T[houghts] are set on fear of Hell,
Who use their Tongues as sh[arpened] Swords
And shoot as Darts their bitter Words.

Verse 2
The Man who meek and upright seems
Is sharper than a two-edged Stake,
Himself he seeks, himself esteems,
And havoc of thy Faith would make,
His own importance to secure
And make his Gain and Party sure.