Mistaken choirs refuse the solemn strain
Of ancient Sternhold, which from ours amain
[Comes] flying forth, from aile to aile about,
Sweet links of harmony and long drawn out."
These were to him essentials, all things new
He deem'd superfluous, useless, or untrue;
To all beside indifferent, easy, cold,
Here the fire kindled, and the wo was told.
Habit with him was all the test of truth,
"It must be right: I've done it from my youth."