And heard his master’s jokes with look profound;
For worldly wealth this man of letters sigh’d,
And had a sprinkling of the spirit’s pride:
But he was sober, chaste, devout and just,
One whom his neighbours could believe and trust:
Of none suspected, neither man nor maid
By him were wrong’d, or were of him afraid.
There was indeed a frown, a trick of state
In Jachin; - formal was his air and gait:
But if he seem’d more solemn and less kind,