When the malicious jester made his way
Towards the old church, to mark what the effect
Had been, of his vile mockery; whether
His trick had been discovered, or, unseen
By the old man, the foul caricature
Still occupied the holy preacher’s desk.
The beast he rode was vicious as himself,
For, as he turned the angle of the wall
From the highroad, upon the level green,
Scared by some object, which beset his path,