"He is what you behold him, and his doom

Depends upon his deeds," the Angel said;

"If you have aught to arraign in him, the tomb

Gives license to the humblest beggar's head

To lift itself against the loftiest."—"Some,"

Said Wilkes, "don't wait to see them laid in lead,

For such a liberty—and I, for one,

Have told them what I thought beneath the sun."