few, ’twas clear, the hermit would deny,
          And rich he might have been you may rely;
          When he drew near, the children quickly cried
          Here’s father Philip—­haste, the alms provide;
          And many pious men his friends were found,
          But not one female devotee around: 
          None would he hear; the fair he always fled
          Their smiles and wiles the friar kept in dread.

          Ourhermit, when he thought his darling youth;
          Well fixed in duty and religious truth,
          Conveyed him ’mong his pious friends, to learn
          How food to beg, and other ways discern. 
          In tears he viewed his son the forest quit,
          And fain would have him for the world unfit.

          Thecity’s palaces and lofty spires,
          Our rustick’s bosom filled with new desires. 
          The prince’s residence great splendour showed,
          And lively pleasure on the youth bestowed. 
          What’s here? said he; The court, his friends replied:—­
          What there?—­The mansions where the great reside:—­
          And these?—­Fine statues, noble works of art: 
          All gave delight and gratitude his heart. 
          But when the beauteous fair first caught his view,
          To ev’ry other sight he bade adieu;
          The palace, court, or mansions he admired,
          No longer proved the objects he desired;
          Another cause of admiration rose,
          His breast pervaded, and disturbed repose. 
          What’s this, he cried, so elegantly neat? 
          O tell me, father; make my joy complete!

          Whatgave the son such exquisite delight,
          The parent filled with agonizing fright. 
          To answer, howsoe’er he’d no excuse,
          So told the youth—­a bird they call a goose.

          O beauteous bird, exclaimed th’ enraptured boy,
          Sing, sound thy voice, ’twill fill my soul with joy;
          To thee I’d anxiously be better known;
          O father, let me have one for my own! 
          A thousand times I fondly ask the boon;
          Let’s take it to the woods:  ’tis not too soon;
          Young as it is, I’ll feed it morn and night,
          And always make it my supreme delight.

RichardMinutolo

   
;       Inev’ry age, at Naples, we are told,
          Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled;
          With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. 
          No country round so many has possessed;
          Such fascinating charms the fair disclose,
          That irresistibly soft passion flows.

          ’Mongthese a belle, enchanting to behold,
          Was loved by one, of birth and store of gold;
          Minutolo (and Richard) was his name,
          In Cupid’s train a youth of brilliant fame: 
          ’Tween Rome and Paris none was more gallant,
          And num’rous hearts were for him known to pant.