Because, beside their faults, these men were poor.
Not all the wealth that either India brings,
Not all those arts which fell corruption tries,
Can buy the best prerogative of Kings
To listen to an injur’d people’s cries.
Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the blame,
That mem’ry, o’er their fall, no trophies raise;
Those men had better die without a name,
Who merit infamy instead of praise.
Perhaps, amidst this band, have sunk in night,