They heard him thunder at the thing which, lo,
To-day he vaunts for unscathed, while what erst
Heaven-high he lauded, lies hell-low, accursed!
And yet where 's change? Who, awe-struck, cares to point
Critical finger at a dubious joint
In armor, true æs triplex, breast and back
Binding about, defiant of attack,
An imperturbability that 's—well,
Or innocence or impudence—how tell
One from the other? Could ourselves broach lies,