Entangled in a fowling net,
Which he for carrion crows had set
That in our pear-tree haunted:
Then said, he was a winged lad,
But bow and shafts as then none had,
Else had he sore been daunted.
But see, the welkin thicks apace,
And stooping Phœbus steeps his face;
It's time to haste us homeward.
WILLY'S EMBLEME.
To be wise and eke to love,
Is granted scarce to gods above.