And best befriend the lads who treat me best.”
Now all his kindred, - neither rich nor poor, -
Kept the wolf want some distance from the door.
In piteous plight he knock’d at George’s gate,
And begg’d for aid, as he described his state:-
But stern was George; - “Let them who had thee strong,
Help thee to drag thy weaken’d frame along;
To us a stranger, while your limbs would move,
From us depart, and try a stranger’s love:-
“Ha! dost thou murmur?” - for, in Roger’s throat,