From Frankenstein, 1818 by Shelley
Nothing but virtue, fame and enjoyment once pleased my fancy and I even dared to hope to meet with humans who could pardon my appearance and who could love me for who I am, the ability to do good. O, I was nourished on such high hopes of performing the honorable and leading the life of the devout; but now my misdeeds have degraded me to a mere savage: I am now crime, mischief, misery. When I recall the catalogue of my frightful and miserable deeds, I cannot believe I once was filled with thoughts of sublimity and sublime goodness; but it is true I have fallen: I am the devil without his army, pathetic and powerful I am.
(Mister Wu)