?They called it Annandale?and I was there 
To flourish, to find words, and to attend: 
Liar, physician, hypocrite, and friend, 
I watched him; and the sight was not so fair 
As one or two that I have seen elsewhere:
An apparatus not for me to mend? 
A wreck, with hell between him and the end, 
Remained of Annandale; and I was there. 

?I knew the ruin as I knew the man; 
So put the two together, if you can,
Remembering the worst you know of me. 
Now view yourself as I was, on the spot? 
With a slight kind of engine. Do you see? 
Like this ? You wouldn?t hang me? I thought not.?