XV.
“Behold his dim, yet speaking eye!
“Which ill befits his visage grim
“He cannot from your anger fly,
“For slow and feeble is old Trim!
“He looks, as though he fain would speak,
“His beard is white—his voice is weak—
“He IS NOT MAD! O! then, in pity spare
“The only watchful friend, of my small fleecy care!”
XVI.