Whose expectation touched the verge of pain,
Following their dangerous fortunes? If such lore
Has ever thrill’d thy bosom, thou wilt tread
As with a pilgrim’s reverential thoughts
The groves of Penshurst. Sydney here was born,
Sydney, than whom no gentler, braver man
His own delightful genius ever feign’d,
Illustrating the vales of Arcady,
With courteous courage and with loyal loves.
Upon his natal day an acorn here