FOOTNOTES:
[1] The poem from which this stanza is taken has now become so scarce, and is so pleasing, that we are induced to insert it in this note:
TO THE IDOL OF MINE EYES AND THE DELIGHT OF MINE HEART,
ANNE HATHAWAY.
Would ye be taught, ye feathered throng,
With love’s sweet notes to grace your song,
To pierce the heart with thrilling lay,
Listen to mine Anne Hathaway!
She hath a way to sing so clear,
Phœbus might wond’ring stop to hear;
To melt the sad, make blithe the gay,