Classic Poem

Hatred and vengeance, my eternal portion,
Scarce can endure delay of execution:--
Wait, with impatient readiness, to seize my
Soul in a moment.
Damn'd below Judas; more abhorr'd than he was,
Who, for a few pence, sold his holy master.
Twice betray'd, Jesus me, the last delinquent,
Deems the profanest.

Man disavows, the Deity disowns me.
Hell might afford my miseries a shelter;
Therefore hell keeps her everhungry mouths all
Bolted against me.
Hard lot! Encompass'd with a thousand dangers,
Weary, faint, trembling with a thousand terrors,
Fall'n, and if vanquish'd, to receive a sentence
Worse than Abiram's:

Him, the vindictive rod of angry justice
Sent, quick and howling, to the centre headlong;
I, fed with judgements, in a fleshy tomb, am
Buried above ground.