How at heavens gats[949] she claps her wings,
The morne not waking till shee sings!
Heark, heark, with what a pretty throat
Poore Robin Red-breast tunes his note! 40
Heark how the jolly cuckoes sing
"Cuckoe," to welcome in the spring;
"Cuckoe," to welcome in the spring.
Syl. Loe, Diogenes! I am sure thou canst not doe so much.
Diog. But there is never a thrush but can. 45
Syl. What hast thou taught Manes, thy man?