For no one reason - but that numbers do.
“How,” said the Justice, “can this trouble rise,
This shame and pain, from creatures I despise?”
And Conscience answer’d - “The prevailing cause
Is thy delight in listening to applause;
Here, thou art seated with a tribe, who spurn
Thy favourite themes, and into laughter turn
Thy fears and wishes: silent and obscure,
Thyself, shalt thou the long harangue endure;
And learn, by feeling, what it is to force