For that’s our bane—we should be conquerors all
With hearts untouch’d—our feelings cause our fall. 170
But your experience aids you: you can hide
Your real weakness in your borrow’d pride.
But to the point—should so the Charge be laid,
That nought against it fairly can be said—
How would you act? You would not then confess?—
C. Oh! never! no!—nor even my Truth profess!
To mute contempt I would alone resort
For the Reporters, and for their Report.