Can cease this crying wrong to bear in mind,
And suffer those already pass’d away
To slay by thousands those still left behind?
For thee, unmindful of this horror dread,
Nor caring the foul nuisance to abate,
If chance by lonely contemplation led,
Some fellow-shopkeeper shall ask thy fate.
Haply some ancient citizen may say,
“Oft have I seen him at the peep of dawn,
Putting his shop in order for the day,