The Human Abstract... Pity would be no more if we did not make somebody poor, and Mercy no more could be if all were as happy as we.

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron.
The human form a fiery forge.
The human face a furnace seal'd.
The human heart its hungry gorge.