Thither an Abbot, and twelve Friars, retreating,
Conquer’d (sage, pious men!) their appetites
With that infallible specifick—eating.
’Twould seem, since tenanted by holy Friars,
That Peace and Harmony reign’d here eternally;—
Whoever told you so were cursed liars;—
The holy Friars quarrell’d most infernally.
Not a day past
Without some schism among these heavenly lodgers;
But none of their dissensions seem’d to last