Auditæ voces, vagitus & ingens, Infantumque animæ flentes in limine primo. Virg.
What particulars in Spenser were imagined most proper for the author's imita tion on this occasion, are his language, his simplicity, his manner of descrip tion, and a peculiar tenderness of sentiment remarkable throughout his works.
AH ME! full sorely is my heart forlorn,
To think how modest worth neglected lies;
While partial fame cloth with her blasts adorn
Such deeds alone, as pride and pomp disguise;
Deeds of ill sort, and mischievous emprize! 5 Lend me thy clarion, goddess! let me try
To sound the praise of merit, ere it dies;
Such as I oft have chaunced to espy,
Lost in the dreary shades of dull obscurity.
In ev'ry village mark'd with little spire, 10 Embow'r'd in trees, and hardly known to fame,
There dwells, in lowly shed, and mean attire,
A matron old, whom we school-mistress name;
Who boasts unruly brats with birch to tame;
They grieven sore, in piteous durance pent, 15 Aw'd by the pow'r of this relentless dame;
And oft-times, on vagaries idly bent,
For unkempt hair, or task unconn'd, are sorely shent.
And all in sight cloth rise a birchen tree,
Which learning near her little dome did stowe; 20 Whilom a twig of small regard to see,
Tho' now so wide its waving branches flow;
And work the simple vassals mickle woe;
For not a wind might curl the leaves that blew,
But their limbs shudder'd, and their pulse beat low; 25 And, as they look'd, they found their horror grew,
And shap'd it into rods, and tingled at the view.