tears his white hair, Which the impetuous blasts with eyeless38 rage Catch39 in their fury, and make nothing of, Strives in his little world of man to out-scorn, The to-and-fro-conflicting wind and rain: This night wherein the cubdrawn bear would couch42, The lion and the belly-pinchèd43 wolf Keep their fur dry, unbonneted44 he runs, And bids what will take all45.
