The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The

The Scum That Rises Upmost, When The Nation Boils.

Not Sharp Revenge, Nor Hell Itself Can Find, A Fiercer Torment Than A Guilty Mind, Which Day And Night Doth Dreadfully Accuse, Condemns The Wretch, And Still The Charge Renews.

Nor Is The People's Judgment Always True: The Most May Err As Grossly As The Few.

The Fool Of Nature Stood With Stupid Eyes And Gaping Mouth, That Testified Surprise.

What Judgment I Had Increases Rather Than Diminishes; And Thoughts, Such As They Are, Come Crowding In So Fast Upon Me, That My Only Difficulty Is To Choose Or Reject; To Run Them Into Verse Or To Give Them The Other Harmony Of Prose.