What wonder is't that black detraction thrives? }
The homicide of names is less than lives; }
And yet the perjured murderer survives.— }
This said, she paused a little, and suppressed
The boiling indignation of her breast.
She knew the virtue of her blade, nor would
Pollute her satire with ignoble blood;
Her panting foe she saw before her eye,
And back she drew the shining weapon dry.
So when the generous Lion has in sight