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man, earth-fated to be cursed; Abyss of plagues, and miseries the worst! Horrors on horrors, griefs on griefs must show, That man's the victim of unceasing woe, And lamentations which inspire my strain, Prove that philosophy is false and vain. Approach in crowds, and meditate awhile Yon shattered walls, and view each ruined pile, Women and children heaped up mountain high, Limbs crushed which under ponderous marble lie; Wretches unnumbered in the pangs of death, Who mangled, torn, and panting for their breath, Buried beneath their sinking roofs expire, And end their wretched lives in torments dire. Say, when you hear their piteous, half-formed cries, Or from their ashes see the smoke arise, Say, will you then eternal laws maintain, Which God to cruelties like these constrain? Whilst you these facts replete with horror view, Will you maintain death to their crimes was due?