Yet our good priest to Joseph’s praise aspired,
As once rejecting what his heart desired;
“I am escaped,” he said, when none pursued;
When none attack’d him, “I am unsubdued;”
“Oh pleasing pangs of love!” he sang again,
Cold to the joy, and stranger to the pain.
E’en in his age would he address the young,
“I too have felt these fires, and they are strong;”
But from the time he left his favourite maid,
To ancient females his devoirs were paid: