Mullion'd window torn and rent, And destruction imminent; Everywhere such gaping wounds As a stranger e'en astounds; And what was in faith begun Left in desolation; Stone to stone in mute appealing, Cold neglect and scorn revealing, And the font of tears unsealing. Sons of my Mother-College lying All in ruins and slow dying, If ye have aught of piety Or least touch of charity, Look on these broken walls, and see Your mother in her misery; Holding up, in vain appealing, Wither'd hands, her woes revealing; And in the rank growths tangled there See her dishonourèd gray hair. Woe is me, her genial breast, Which so many sons has blest, Each all welcoming that came, Drawn by her renownèd name, Wither'd, shrunk, can quench no thirst, Ah, my heart with grief will burst. To my dim eye there rises clear The full tide that once roll'd here; Now shingle, sand, and fest'ring mud Tell of the far-refluent flood. O, pity her, ye sons, and vow Once more to crown your mother's brow; Once more to rear her crumbling walls; Once more to gather in her halls The young, the brave, the true, the good, The wise, the noble; and the Rood Over all shall bless and keep; So in old age ye shall not weep, Nor ever shall your fair fame sleep. G. VENERABILI VIRO MAGISTRO TOURNAY, TUTORI SUO SUMME OBSERVANDO. Messis inauravit Cereri jam quarta capillos, Vitis habet Bacchum quarta corona suae, Nostra ex quo, primis plumae vix alba pruinis, Ausa tuo Musa est nidificare sinu. Hic nemus, hic soles, et coelum mitius illi; 5 Hic sua quod Musis umbra vel aura dedit. Sedit ibi secura malus quid moverit Auster, Quae gravis hibernum vexerit ala Jovem. Nescio quo interea multum tibi murmure nota est: Nempe sed hoc poteras murmur amare tamen. 10 Tandem ecce, heu simili de prole puerpera! tandem Hoc tenero tenera est pignore facta parens. Jamque meam hanc sobolem, rogo, quis sinus alter haberet? Quis mihi tam noti nempe teporis erat? Sed quoque et ipsa meus, de te, meus, improba, tutor, 15 Quam primum potuit dicere, dixit, erit. Has ego legitimae, nec laevo sidere natae Non puto degeneres indolis esse notas; Nempe quod illa suo patri tam semper apertos, Tam semper faciles norit adire sinus. 20 Ergo tuam tibi sume: tuas eat illa sub alas: Hoc quoque de nostro, quod tuearis, habe. Sic quae Suada tuo fontem sibi fecit in ore, Sancto et securo melle perennis eat. Sic tua, sic nullas Siren non mulceat aures, 25 Aula cui plausus et sua serta dedit. Sic tuus ille, precor, Tagus aut eat obice nullo, Aut omni, quod adhuc, obice major eat. TRANSLATION. TO THE VENERABLE MAN MASTER TOURNAY,