No! he must suffer: pity we may find
For one man’s pangs, but must not wrong mankind.
Still I behold him, every thought employ’d
On one dire view! - all others are destroy’d;
This makes his features ghastly, gives the tone
Of his few words resemblance to a groan;
He takes his tasteless food, and when ’tis done,
Counts up his meals, now lessen’d by that one;
For expectation is on time intent,
Whether he brings us joy or punishment.