A wordy man, and evil every word:
Again he gazed - “It is,” said he “the same
Caught and secure: his master owes him shame;”
So thought our hero, who each instant found
His courage rising, from the numbers round.
As when a felon has escaped and fled,
So long, that law conceives the culprit dead;
And back recall’d her myrmidons, intent
On some new game, and with a stronger scent;
Till she beholds him in a place, where none