A little druid wight
Of withered aspect; but his eye was keen
With sweetness mixed,-a russet brown bedight.
THOMSON: Castle of Indolence.
Thus holding high discourse, they came to where
The cursed carle was at his wonted trade,
Still tempting heedless men into his snare,
In witching wise, as I before have said.-Ibid.
It was
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