1910Distracted were her thoughts in silence tied,
Till love and honour buzzled, then she cried,
'Ah! false Bardino, shame of holy orders!
Whither, ah! whither didst thou send thy troth?
To be grand factor in the frozen borders
For them whose decks do make old ocean froth?
And truthless thou, locked in this gloomy cell,
Plott'st baseness to enlarge the crown of hell.
Unjust Bardin', unworthy of a cope,
Or (whose employments holy) other vest,