Then search, worthy gentles, the cupboard's close nook:
To the lord, and still more to the lady we look:
Custom warrants the suit—let it still then bear sway;
And your crow, as in duty most bounden, shall pray. —Mitchell.
The same.
Good people, a handful of barley bestow
On the bearers about of the sable crow—
Apollo's daughter she—
But if the barley-heap wax low,
Still kindly let your bounty flow,