ye poor, despised, abandoned vagabonds,

whovice, 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 st detested, worthless wretch ang you!

o injured god! thy goodness has endow'd

with talents passing st of coeers,

which i in just proportion have abused—

as far surpassing other coon viins

as thou in natural parts has given re.