And thou, where e'er thou art, thou wretched Thing,
Who art afraid to look up to a King,
Lay by thy fears — make but thy grievance plain,
And, if I not redress thee, may my Reign
Close up that very Moment — to prevent
The course of JUSTICE, from her fair intent,
In vain my nearest, dearest friend shall plead,
In vain my mother kneel — my soul may bleed,
But must not change — When JUSTICE draws the dart,
Tho' it is doom'd to, pierce a Fav'rite's Heart,
'Tis mine to give it force, to give it aim —
I know it Duty, and I feel it Fame.