Nurse Sukey, from her Window high, The dire Misfortune views, Her deaf’ning Scream and frenzied Eye Proclaim the fatal News. Dragged by the Miller and his Wife, Who haste their Aid to lend, Young Emily, restored to Life, Makes Promise to amend. “Ah me!” she cries, “tho’ crowned with Slime And choked with Mud and Leaves, My Heart may profit, in its Time, By what my Fault receives.” VIOLENCE Pause, Robert, pause: remember Cain! What’s this you say, Adolphus Bain Has struck you with his Fist? Nay, your Resentment lay aside, Your Playmate you should gently chide And ask him to desist. If he has kicked you in the Chest, Him you should pleasantly request His Anger to postpone Till you have warn’d him how such Deed May injure Health, and Sickness breed, And shake Religion’s Throne. The Reverend Mister Somerville Has brought you up extremely ill If you he has not taught To know that they who raise the Hand May come to bear Cain’s awful Brand: Now Profit by the Thought. Transcriber’s Note: A stanza break was added after the sixth line of “Inevitable Retribution.”