“Beside the fire, and on his fav’rite green;
“Another came, nor yet within the chair,
“Nor yet at bowls, nor chapel was he seen.
“The next we heard that in a neighbouring shire,
“That day to church he led a blushing bride;
“A nymph, whose snowy vest and maiden fear
“Improv’d her beauty while the knot was ty’d.
“Now, by his patron’s bounteous care remov’d,
“He roves enraptur’d thro’ the fields of Kent;
“Yet, ever mindful of the place he lov’d,