So much esteem’d, could like a villain lie;
Nor, till the knot, the fatal knot, was tied,
Had urged his wedding a dishonour’d bride.
The man he challenged, for his heart was rent
With rage and grief, and was to prison sent; 700
For men in power—and this, alas! was one—
Revenge on all the wrongs themselves have done;
And he whose spirit bends not to the blow }
The tyrants strike shall no forgiveness know; }
For ’tis to slaves alone that tyrants favour show. }