Beyond these humble graves, of grievous crimes
And strange disasters;[558] but I pass them by,
Loth to disturb what Heaven hath hushed in peace.
—Still less, far less, am I inclined to treat
Of Man degraded in his Maker's sight
By the deformities of brutish vice:
For, in such portraits, though a vulgar face[559]
And a coarse outside of repulsive life
And unaffecting manners might at once[560]
Be recognised by all—" "Ah! do not think,"