Bound by a strong and mystic chain,
He has not pow’r to stray;
But, destin’d mis’ry to sustain,
He wastes, in Solitude and Pain—
A loathsome life away.
OLD BARNARD,
A MONKISH TALE.
Old Barnard was still a lusty hind,
Though his age was full fourscore;
And he us’d to go
Thro’ hail and snow,