——The wind sallied forth,
And in anger or merriment, out of the north
From the peak of the crag blew his rev’rence away.
Wordsworth.
Such was the wight: th’ apparel on his back,
Tho’ coarse, was rev’rend; and tho’ bare was black.
Pope.
[14] The Poet glanceth at copper tokens, which these disinterested tradesmen had issued in great abundance, solely with an eye to the public good, and which by reason of their being, as was said, recently counterfeited, were in no very high repute at the time of the procession.