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 With him was sometimes join'd, in silent Walk, (Profoundly silent, for they never spoke) One shyer still, who quite detested Talk: Oft, stung by Spleen, at once away he broke, To Groves of Pine, and broad o'ershadowing Oak; There, inly thrill'd, he wander'd all alone, And on himself his pensive Fury , Ne ever utter'd Word, save when first shone

Here lurk'd a Wretch, who had not crept abroad For forty Years, ne Face of Mortal seen; In Chamber brooding like a loathly Toad, And sure his Linen was not very clean; Through secret Loop-hole, that had practis'd been Near to his Bed, his Dinner vile he took; Unkempt, and rough, of squalid Face and Mein, Our Castle's Shame! whence, from his filthy Nook,