Her vitals for to strain!
And why the subtle fox, while in death's wounds a-lying,
Do not lament his pangs by howling and by crying,
And why the milk-swan doth sing when she's a-dying—
Hallo my fancy, whither wilt thou go?
Fain would I conclude this,
At least make essay;
What similitude is:
Why fowls of a feather
Flock and fly together,