Quod fervent trepido subsellia vestra tumultu;
Pompa loci, et vani fugiatur scena timoris.
Ausonius in Protreptico ad Nepotem [vv. 24-33].
Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise,—
We love the play-place of our early days;
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone
That feels not at that sight—and feels at none.
The wall on which we tried our graving skill;
The very name we carved subsisting still;
The bench on which we sat while deep employ'd,