And find another there, who keeps us out.
Expecting, soon, his enemy to go,
Roger, at first, walk’d to and fro,
With tolerably tranquil paces;
But finding John determine’d to remain,
Roger, each time he pass’d, thro’ spite or pain,
Made, at his adversary, hideous faces.
How misery will lower human pride!
And make us buckle!—
Roger, who, all his life, had John defied,