the reptile into his dog's shape, in which it was his wont to scamper before me
at eventide, to roll before the feet of the harmless wanderer, and to fasten on
his shoulders when he fell! Change him again into his favourite shape, that he
may crouch on his belly before me in the dust, whilst I spurn him with my foot,
the reprobate! - Not the first! - Woe! Woe! By no human soul is it
conceivable, that more than one human creature has ever sunk into a depth of
wretchedness like this, or that the first in her writhing death agony should not
have atoned in the sight of all - pardoning Heaven for the guilt of all the rest!