First Stage of Cruelty
Second Stage of Cruelty
Cruelty in Perfection
Reward of Cruelty (click on the image for a larger view)
William Hogarth, self-portrait with his pug
Here is the text included on each print:
First Stage:
While various Scenes of sportive Woe,
The Infant Race employ, And tortur'd Victims bleeding shew, The Tyrant in the Boy. |
Behold! a Youth of gentler Heart,
To spare the Creature's pain, O take, he cries—take all my Tart, But Tears and Tart are vain. |
Learn from this fair Example—You
Whom savage Sports delight, How Cruelty disgusts the view, While Pity charms the sight. |
The generous Steed in hoary Age,
Subdu'd by Labour lies; And mourns a cruel Master's rage, While Nature Strength denies. |
The tender Lamb o'er drove and faint,
Amidst expiring Throws; Bleats forth it's innocent complaint And dies beneath the Blows. |
Inhuman Wretch! say whence proceeds
This coward Cruelty? What Int'rest springs from barb'rous deeds? What Joy from Misery? |
Perfection:
To lawless Love when once betray'd.
Soon Crime to Crime succeeds: At length beguil'd to Theft, the Maid By her Beguiler bleeds. |
Yet learn, seducing Man! nor Night,
With all its sable Cloud, can screen the guilty Deed from sight; Foul Murder cries aloud. |
The gaping Wounds and bloodstain'd steel,
Now shock his trembling Soul: But Oh! what Pangs his Breast must feel, When Death his Knell shall toll. |
Reward:
Behold the Villain's dire disgrace!
Not Death itself can end. He finds no peaceful Burial-Place, His breathless Corse, no friend. |
Torn from the Root, that wicked Tongue,
Which daily swore and curst! Those Eyeballs from their Sockets wrung, That glow'd with lawless Lust! |
His Heart expos'd to prying Eyes,
To Pity has no claim; But, dreadful! from his Bones shall rise, His Monument of Shame. |
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