But if the fact's recorded right, The motive seldom comes in sight; Who CHARLES's age adorn'd and sham'd: Yet, lovely SALLY, be not frighten'd, Admire with me the fair alliance Which mirth, at Maudlin, † makes with science; How humour may with learning dwell, Go ask Papa for he can tell. MARGERY TWO SHOES. CESAR. + Dr. HORNE was at this time President of Magdalen College, Oxford, where this little Poem was written. SIR ELDRED OF THE BOWER: PART I. O nostra Vita, ch'e si bella in vista! Quel, ch'en molt' anni a grand pena s'acquista !—Petrarca. THERE was a young and valiant Knight, SIR ELDRED was his name, And never did a worthier wight The rank of Knighthood claim. Where gliding Tay, her stream sends forth, The ancient glory of the North, Sir ELDRED's castle stood. The Knight was rich as Knight might be In patrimonial wealth ; And rich in nature's gifts was he, In youth, and strength, and health. He did not think, as some have thought, The fame a father dearly bought, Could make the son renown'd. He better thought, a noble sire, The fairest ancestry on earth And ev'ry deed of former worth Sir ELDRED's heart was ever kind, A crowd of virtues grac'd his mind, When merit rais'd the sufferer's name, But sacred truth the Muse compels Though mild and soft as infant love Yet if the passions storm'd his soul, The fierce resentment scorn'd control, |