The Humbird for some Queens rich Cage more fit,
Than in the vacant Wilderness to sit.
The swift-wing’d Swallow sweeping to and fro,
As swift as Arrow from Tartarian Bowe.
When as Aurora’s Infant day new springs,
There th’morning mounting Lark her sweet lays sings.
The harmonious Thrush, swift Pigeon, Turtle-dove,
Who to her Mate doth ever constant prove:
The Turky-Pheasant, Heath-cock, Partridge rare,
The Carrion-tearing Crow, and hurtful Stare,