On Justice Bolt; he could not fight, nor fly:
He saw a man to whom he gave the pain,
Which now he felt must be return’d again;
His conscience told him with what keen delight
He, at that time, enjoy’d a stranger’s fright;
That stranger now befriended - he alone,
For all his insult, friendless, to atone;
Now he could feel it cruel that a heart
Should be distress’d, and none to take its part;
“Though one by one,” said Pride, “I would defy