Verse 1
The slave to nature’s filthy sin
(Fit mansion for the Spirit unclean)
Bewrays his foulest shame,
Wanders a phrenetic possest,
A furious, diabolic beast,
And Legion is his name.
Verse 2
Stript of his Maker’s character,
Of virtuous sense, and modest fear,
Far from himself he roams,
Far from the eye of man he flies,
Delights in rottenness and vice,
And dwells among the tombs.