Again my dripping wings unfold;
In neighb’ring fields some corn I view,
And, hov’ring near, a turtle too;
By flatt’ring hopes deluded there,
I struggled in the fowler’s snare:
The turtle tutor’d to betray,
Beneath the bait a net there lay.
Unwonted strength despair supply’d,
I broke the snare my feet that ty’d;
With less than half my tail I fled,