The works of ancient bards divine,
Aulus, thou scorn'st to read;
And should posterity read thine,
It would be strange indeed!
When little more than boy in age,
I deem'd myself almost a sage:
But now seem worthier to be styled
For ignorance, almost a child.
More verses by William Cowper
- On The Swallow (From The Greek)
- On The Promotion Of Edward Thurlow, Esq. To The Lord High Chancellorship Of England
- On The Death Of Mrs. Throckmorton's Bullfinch
- On The Benefit Received By His Majesty From Sea-Bathing, In The Year 1789
- On Mrs. Montague's Feather Hangings