Ah well, since the foul work will not be curbed entirely of vandals,
Let us praise then the dastardly rogues of our time,
For no else but their diligence and steadfast crime –
I say, to make the most of that race, and give them the noose for medals.
The very extent of success, I think, may be reckoned
By attainment measured against ambition:
Shall we commend then these that have thrived in their mission –
Who, like certain kings African, on the ruins of Mankind are throned!
O how I envy it a curious accomplishment
To no conscience have, to weigh our rights and wrongs,
And know not to try good, where evil chiefest belongs:
And thus in a vile world still to draw much enjoyment!
Like this now do I do myself high treason,
Who abuse myself with Love wild, and spurn wise tongue of noble Reason!