And forms that sinecure, his diocese.
}
{ Unthinking man! to quit thy barren see
{ And vain endeavours in chronology,
{ For the more fruitless care of royal charity.
Thy hoary noddle warns thee to return,
The treason of old age in Wales to mourn;
Nor think the city-poor may less sustain,
Thy place may well be vacant in this reign.
I should admit the booted prelate now,[93]