Endeavour to find out the name of our Poet,
And e’er we return, ten to one but we know it.”
[p11] A tempting repast they now hastily shar’d,
Of grain and dried cherries, already prepar’d:
Then sipping some drops from a neighbouring spring,
Made no further delay, but directly took wing.
Awhile they fled on, over meadow, thro’ grove,
Delighted, for novelty’s sake, thus to rove:
Yet sometimes alighted, preferring a walk,
The Peacock for ease, and the Parrot for talk;