Know what I list, this all can not me move,
But that—O me! I both must write and love!
William Drummond
[246]. "No Crane talks." (line 16)
"I hear the crane, if I mistake not, cry
Who in the clouds forming the forked Y,
By the brave orders practized under her,
Instructeth souldiers in the art of war.
For when her troops of wandring cranes forsake
Frost-firmèd Strymon, and (in autumn) take