He thinks some wanted—but I dare not, I,
Repeat what follows of the irreverend lie.
Yet since I have curtail’d that Flatterer’s fable,
I’ll piece it with another as I am able,
And tell you the result of this celestial squabble.
There stood an ancient One among the herd,
Who took no part, nor utter’d yet a word;
He seem’d not much acquainted with the rest;
His port was manly, simple was his vest,
And veil’d his head: but now he silence broke,