Audita voces, vagitus & ingens, Infantumque anima flentes in limine primo. ADVERTISEMENT. VIRG What particulars in Spenfer were imagin'd moft proper for the Author's imitation on this occafion, are his language, his fimplicity, his manner of description, and a peculiar tenderness of fentiment remarkable throughout his works. I. H me! full forely is my heart forlorn, Deeds a William Shenftone, Efq; was born at the Leafowes, in the parish of Hales Owen, and county of Salop, Nov. 1714. He was taught to read Deeds of ill fort, and mifchievous emprize! II. In every village, mark'd with little fpire, by the old dame whom he has delivered to pofterity in the prefent poem, after which, he went some time to the grammar-school in Hales Owen, then to Mr. Crompton, an eminent fchoolmafer at Solihul, and in 1732 was entered a commoner of Pembroke College, Oxford. He continued his name at the Univerfity ten years, but took no degree, nor made the slightest effort to engage in any profession. After spending a few years with great inattention to his fortune, and much to the injury of it, he, about the year 1745, went to refide upon his estate, which he ornamented with fo much tafte, that it became one of the chief objects of curiofity, to those whom bufinefs or pleasure called to that part of the kingdom. Unfortunately for Mr. Shenftone, his income was not equal to the expence which his improvements demanded. He embarrassed his circumstances, and dragged out the latter part of his life discontentedly, and in diftrefs. It is faid, that if he had lived a little longer, he would have been affifted by a penfion, which death prevented him from enjoying. He died at the Leafowes, of a putrid fever, about five on Friday morning, Feb. 11, 1763, and was buried in the churchyard of Hales Owen. Who boats unruly brats with birch to tame. For unkempt hair, or talk unconn'd, are forely fhent. III. And all in fight doth rife a birchen tree, Though now fo wide its waving branches flow; IV. So have I seen (who has not may conceive,) Of sport, of fong, of pleasure, of repast; They ftart, they ftare, they wheel, they look aghaft ; May no bold Briton's riper age e'er tafte! Ne vifion empty, vain, his native bliss destroy. V. Near to this dome is found a patch so green, The noises intermix'd, which thence refound, Where fits the dame, difguis'd in look profound, And eyes her fairy throng, and turns her wheel around. Her cap, far whiter than the driven fnow, VII. Few but have ken'd, in femblance meet pourtray'd, ; Libs, Notus, Aufter: these in frowns array'd, m Were the ftern god to give his flaves the rein? The cott no more, I ween, were deem'd the cell, Where comely peace of mind, and decent order dwell. VIII. A ruffet flole was o'er her fhoulders thrown; And think, no doubt, she been the greateft wight on ground. Albeit ne flatt'ry did corrupt her truth, Goody, good-woman, goffip, n'aunt, forfooth, Yet these she challeng'd, thefe fhe held right dear; But there was eke a Mind which did that title love. |