Came here to make us merry! and thou
Hast kill'd him!
(Titus Andronicus.)
Shakespeare has abundance of this idyllic miniature painting, for which all the literature of the day shewed a marked taste.
Tamora says:
My lovely Aaron, wherefore look'st thou sad,
When everything doth make a gleeful boast?
The birds chant melody on every bush,
The snake lies rolled in the cheerful sun,
The green leaves quiver with the cooling wind