Of this recited, that composed, in vain.
Something we heard of vengeance, who appall’d,
Like an infernal spirit, him who call’d,
And, ere he vanished, would perform his part,
Inflicting tortures on the wounded heart. 40
Of this but little from report we know;
If you the progress of revenge can show,
Give it, and all its horrors, if you please;
We hear our neighbour’s sufferings much at ease.
“Is it not so? For do not men delight— }