D. G. Rossetti (The Stream’s Secret).
Behold, my lord, what monsters muster here,
With Angels’ faces, and harmful, hellish hearts,
With smiling looks, and deep deceitful thoughts,
With tender skins, and stony cruel minds....
The younger sort come piping on apace
In whistles made of fine enticing wood,
Till they have caught the birds for whom they brided.