Acts 11: To beasts Ave aptly may compare

To beasts Ave aptly may compare
The slaves of appetite,
The things of earth their only care
And sense their whole delight;
With furious hate intestine wars
The savages maintain,
And each his fellow-creature tears,
And man's a wolf to man.

They creep on earth who gold adore
With grovelling avarice,
On wings of pride the' ambitious soar
And seem to reach the skies j
On ashes, dust, and husks they feed,
By brutal passions stirr'd,
And none are rational indeed
But those that love the Lord.