And cruel anodyne that chained the will,
Yet left the shuddering victim conscious still:
But Nature shrinks from foul and fierce attack,
Nor yields her holiest truths on such a murderer’s rack.
LIV.
True science finds its own by kindlier quest,
Nor lowers itself to torture’s loathsome test;
Multiplies not the sentient being’s pain,
But makes a keener lens of man’s own brain;
Seeks not by outrage dire a soul to grasp,