The lark sung loud; the music at his heart
Had called him early; upward straight he went,
And bore in nature's quire the merriest part.
C. Turner.
HOW VIOLETS CAME BLEW.
Love on a day (wise poets tell)
Some time in wrangling spent,
Whether the Violets sho'd excell,
Or she, in sweetest scent.
But Venus having lost the day,
Poore Girles, she fell on you,
And beat ye so (as some dare say),
Her blowes did make ye blew.
Herrick.
April fourteenth, first cuckoo day.
Sussex.