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 Linnen 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,
We drove the Villain out for fitter Lair to look.