A common softness, and a moral shame.
“Seized you the poachers?” said my lord—“They fled, 600
And we pursued not—one of them was dead,
And one of us; they hurried through the wood,
Two lives were gone, and we no more pursued.
Two lives of men, of valiant brothers lost!
Enough, my lord, do hares and pheasants cost!”
So many thought, and there is found a heart
To dwell upon the deaths on either part;
Since this their morals have been more correct,