The Princely Eagle, and the soaring Hawke,
Whom in their unknowne wayes there's none can chawke:
The Humberd for some Queenes rich Cage more fit,
Than in the vacant Wildernesse to sit.
The swift wing'd Swallow sweeping to and fro,
As swift as arrow from Tartarian Bow.
When as Aurora's infant day new springs,
There th' morning mounting Larke her sweete layes sings.
The harmonious Thrush, swift Pigeon, Turtle-dove,
Who to her mate doth ever constant prove: