“The concave hall, ’mongst sources never view’d,
Nor heard the goddesses, in merry mood,
At their choice viands sing bold Robin Hood:†
Whose tomb at Kirkley’s nunnery display’d,
A false, hard-hearted, irreligious maid,
Who bled, and to cold death that earl betray’d.
But fame still lasts, while country folks display
His limpid fountain, and loud-surging bay.”
* He died in 1778, aged 87.