His rage and troble both pronounce him guiltles Of this attempt, which makes mee rather doubt Hee may proove too seveare in his revendge, Which I with all indevour will prevent Yet to the most censorious I appeale, What coold I lesse have doone to save myne honor From suffringe beneathe skandall?

It was a joy to snatch some brief respite, and find himself in the rectory drawing–room. Listening here was as pleasant as talking; just to watch was pleasant. The young priests who lived here wore cassocks and birettas; their faces were fine and mild, yet really strong, like the rector's face; and in their intercourse with him and his wife they seemed to be brothers.

What about all the homicides staged as interrupted robberies, home invasions, burglaries, suicides, accidents, drowning, car accidents, household falls, and other types of incidents resulting in victims' deaths that were ruled suicide, accident, natural, or otherwise that were really murders? The red flags of staging were missed and victims were not served justice.

[W]hen they him ſpie, / As Wilde-geeſe, that the creeping Fowler eye, / Or ruſſed-pated choughes, many in ſort / (Riſing and cawing at the guns report) / Seuer themſelues, and madly ſweepe the skye: / So at his ſight, away his fellowes flye, […]