Verse 1
Can one of the soft, gentle kind,
With tim’rous bashfulness indued,
Her joy in hellish murther find,
A prophet’s head that swims in blood
View with unnatural delight,
And feast her vengence on the sight?
Verse 2
Who with the smallest act begin
May still go on from bad to worse,
Rise to the most gigantic sin,
The sin his nature most abhors,
And one who can his God forget
Can every other crime commit.