They dwell in plenty, in respect, and peace, 40
Landlord and lady of the Golden Fleece;
Public indeed their calling—but there come
No brawl, no revel to that decent room;
All there is still, and comely to behold,
Mild as the fleece, and pleasant as the gold.
But, mild and pleasant as they now appear,
They first experienced many a troubled year;
And that, if known, might not command our praise,
Like the smooth tenor of their present days.