And now the matron told, as tidings sad,
What she had heard of her beloved lad;
How he to graceless, wicked men gave heed,
And wicked books would night and morning read;
Some former lectures she again began,
And begg’d attention of her little man;
She brought, with many a pious boast, in view
His former studies, and condemn’d the new:
Once he the names of saints and patriarchs old,
Judges and kings, and chiefs and prophets, told;