III.

Childe Harold was he hight:[22]--but whence his name[p] And lineage long, it suits me not to say; Suffice it, that perchance they were of fame, And had been glorious in another day: But one sad losel soils a name for ay,[23] However mighty in the olden time; Nor all that heralds rake from coffined clay, Nor florid prose, nor honied lies of rhyme,[q] Can blazon evil deeds, or consecrate a crime.