Then thou the hospitable rites perform,
While I my bellows and my tools lay by.’
He said, and from the anvil rear’d upright
His massive strength; and as he limp’d along,
His tott’ring knees were bow’d beneath his weight.
The bellows from the fire he next withdrew,
And in a silver casket plac’d his tools;
Then with a sponge his brows and lusty arms
He wip’d, and sturdy neck and hairy chest.
He donn’d his robe, and took his weighty staff;