OFTEN have I impugn’d you,
against you rail’d;
blasphem’d and lamented,
profan’d and wail’d;
and now before you as I stand,
you fling the words in my teeth;
for you who are in stocks and stones,
and in all the things that breathe,
moulded man in your own image,
then sent him o’er to the devil,
who in his turn remade in his,
to be a creature of evil;
so it goes on between you two,
the feud sinisterly planned;
bauble of one, another’s tool
–poor Man!–he does not understand.
But life’s not an endurance test,
Anger is best.