And, like a lion, lash’d by self-rebuke,
His own defence he bravely undertook. 270
“Well! be it right or wrong, the thing is past;
You cannot hinder what is tight and fast:
The church has tied us; we are hither come
To our own place, and you must make us room.”
The man reflected—“You deserve, I know,
Foolish young man! what fortune will bestow;
No punishment from me your actions need,
Whose pains will shortly to your fault succeed.”