"Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, yon have frowned
Mindless of its just honours; with this Key
Shakespere unlocked his heart; the melody
Of this small Lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound;
A thousand times this Pipe did Tasso sound;
Camoens soothed with it an Exile's grief;
The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle Leaf
Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned
His visionary brow: a glow-worm Lamp,
It cheered mild Spenser, called from faery-laud,
To struggle throngh dark ways; and, when a damp
Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
The Thing became a Trumpet, whence he blew
Soul-animating strains---alas, too few!"
"Sundrie Flowers, bound up in one small Posie; gathered partly in fyne ont-
landish gardens; and partly out of our owne fruitefull orchardes in Englande.”
TITLE OF AN OLD BOOK OF POEMS.
EDITED BY A. MONTAGU WOODFORD.
SAUNDERS AND OTLEY, CONDUIT STREET.
1841.