But how much more I pity English maids,
Their waist, and chest, and bosom all confined
By that vile torturing instrument called stays!
And thus these people pass their simple lives.
They are a peaceful race; few serious crimes
Are known amongst them; they nor rob nor murder,
And all the complicated villanies
Of man called civilized are here unknown.
Yet think not I would place, as some would do,
The civilized below the savage man;